#sexy blonde wearing lingerie and coat teasing

[becausewearebadmemories]

Wifey with long blonde hair in sexy lingerie teases

I’ve been a frustrated romantic all my life. Although coming from a divorce is tough that didn’t deter me from enjoying the finer things in life. I’m a gym buff and I spend much of my weekends and free time toning my muscles and getting that perfect physique for myself. In my rather inactive state, I’d like to hang around in clubs and watch the scenes there. For private and instant connections,…

[v3nusxsky]

Hey Mars! How you're doing well!

Would you feel comfortable with doing a mommy/lactation kink with mommy Larissa and sub r? Totally open to whatever situation/story you come up with!

Costume 18+

*Authors note~ sorry this is taking me such a long time to get around to but Larissa for gwens birthday and this prompt wouldn’t leave my brain*

Trigger warnings~ lactation kink mommy kink dom l sub r  lingerie spanking admission of feelings implied smut

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Nevermore’s staff always throws a Halloween costume party away from the students prying eyes. After all they deserve to celebrate the holiday too, Larissa Weems however, would always wear a costume that covered everything up until this year. Over her years as Principal of Nevermore she’s witnessed sexy police officers, firefighters, play boy bunnies, slutty killers, pole dancers and everything else you could imagine for a costume, she’s probably seen it. That’s why she knew this had to be something you’d never seen before, to grab the attention of yourself.

Her outfit took days of planning but once adorning her tall frame she had to admit, she looked good. Opting to be a ghost rider, she was clad in black lace lingerie with a thin layer of opaque covering to hide her bare skin. Her prompts for the night being a black cow boy hat and a riding crop. Her make up done perfectly to add to the look of a ghost rider. This was the most out there thing she had ever done and truly she was thinking about not going, but instead she pulled on her floor length coat and made her way to the party.

Arriving at the party she immediately spotted you, of course dressed as an angel. And to Larissa you were the most beautiful Angel to ever exist, your outfit was fairly skimpy yet still modest which happened to be driving the principal mad. The way your cleavage was popping out of your corset and the little white skirt barely covering your ass set her plan in motion. She had to have you, tonight.

“Larissa” you cooed as you approached the tall woman happily, “what’s that in your hand?” Your innocence shone through as the principal twirled the riding crop in her hands, “Only the best thing to spank sweet Angles with like yourself of course” she purred watching your eyes darken with lust. “Thou mustn’t sin, for im an Angle of God Larissa” you giggled before stealing the woman’s hat and placing it on your head after removing the halo. “You little minx! Darling let me have my hat back or you wont like your punishment, I’ll ride you into the afterlife and keep you as my pet.” The teasing word’s effecting you more than Larissa knew you decided to keep the hat, after all, it’s just a little fun right?

As the night continued you both mingled but some how always found a way back together where you teased one another some more, only when a teasing smack with the crop landed on your ass did you start to catch on, “much too short for an Angel of god isn’t it y/n? Everyone can see what’s mine” Larissa purred gently rubbing the sting of the crop. “I don’t believe I belong to you Ghost rider, in fact there’s no proof.” A dark spark of lust clouded her eyes as the crop landed on your other ass cheek, “then be mine pretty Angel, I’m tried of loving you from afar.”

Her lips cut your whimper off as she slammed yours together, immediately falling into a dance as if it was centuries old, her hands coming to rest on your round globes before giving them a squeeze and pulling away from you to rest your foreheads together. “I-“ you whimpered before slamming your lips to hers once more in a needy kiss, one that stole both your breaths and left you hungry for more. “My angel now” Larissa purred before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and dragging you back to her office.

“Mommy!” You squeaked as your back hit her office door. “Mommy hmm?” The blonde teased once more, “what can mommy do for you little Angel?” Without a second thought you began to tug at the top half of her outfit in an attempt to free her beautiful breasts from their lace confines. “Want my mouth on them!” You whined unhappily as you struggled against the fabric. A chuckle filled the room as Larissa helped you undress her just enough to give you what you desired. From there you happily suckled on her exposed breast, going boneless in the blondes arms as she basked in the sensations you provided her with. “Oh my sweet Angel, you could’ve told mommy you had this kink, you would’ve been getting this very thing a lot sooner” Larissa couldn’t help but tease you, truly you were both fools for not admitting feelings for each other sooner, but now, you have all the time in the world to discover what each of you likes in this aspect of life. Little did you know Larissa had a raging breeding kink that you would tease her for later on.

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[drakenology]

It’s Gonna Be A Long Night - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings! ⚠️ : smut, fluff, and swearing. also in the perspective of a fem!reader

summary: bakugo gets home from a longggg night of hero work; desperate to just crawl into his shared bed with his favorite person (hey, that’s you!) and ravish her until the night is done. he hasn’t been this hungry for you since the first time you guys did the deed!

Idk the word count for this. Sorry! I’m typing this on my phone anddd i’m kinda new to this stuff. Enjoy!

God. Tonight was one of the most draining nights of Bakugo’s career as top hero. Five villian attacks in the same night as well as an attempted kidnapping. Not to mention the long and drawn out confrence meetings with the local police as well as the other pro heros in his agency.

As the night ended, Bakugo waved goodbye with the least amount of energy he could give as he turned in for the night, heading to his car to return home. He plopped down in the driver’s seat with an exasperated sigh as he reached in his pocket to grab his phone to let you know he was on the way home; shutting this door behind himself.

“Hey, you awake? If not I’m waking you up. I need you.” Bakugo texted with sleepy eyes. He waited for a little while to see if you’d respond before he pulled off. Soon enough he heard his phone ping.

“Yeah. Can’t sleep. Had a bad day? I can reheat your dinner if you want.” You texted back from your shared bed. You were up waiting for him to come home all night. He wasn’t supposed to be out this late anyways. That’s what happens when you’re engaged to a pro hero. The sleepless nights, those nights where one of you would be asleep and the other comes trudging in from a late shift; sometimes it can be overwhelming, but for him it was all worth it. You supported his dream of being a pro hero since the two of you were walking the halls of UA together.

“Nah. Not hungry for that. I’m tryna eat something else though.” Bakugo texted back with a sly smirk. He sat his phone on the dashboard and pulled out of the parking lot; making his way home.

Bakugo couldn’t wait to get home; driving in his all black sports car with haste through the city traffic. At least y/n would be there to greet him. He knew from the start of your relationship that you were his end game. He loved everything about you from your head down to your toes (which he secretly thinks are fucking adorable!). All he could think about is how you look when you’re undone; hair messy, little to no clothes on looking absolutely delicious in one of his big t-shirts. He could already smell your shampoo as he dreamt of you lying in bed waiting for him; his pants growing tight as he imagines your breasts bare and supple underneath one of his shirts. As he waits for the traffic light to turn green, he reaches for his phone to text you again.

“Gonna fuck the shit outta you when I get there, baby. I cant wait to see that ass naked.”

Meanwhile at home, you read the text from your favorite blonde with a goofy smile plastered on your face. Biting your lip in temptation, you jump out of bed to prep yourself for the long night of love-making ahead. It was a Friday night so he had all the time in the world to please your body for as long as he wished as weekends were his only days off. You walked towards your bathroom to take a quick shower before your fiancé made his way home. You stood in the hot shower and let out a small groan as the feeling of your muscles relaxing under the water slowly covered your body. Sighing, you wash up a little more before turning off the water and stepping out, running a towel over your wet face to dry it off. You walk back into your bedroom and pull out one of Bakugo’s favorite sets he loves to see you in. An orange lace bra with a black lacy thong with matching orange trimming on them. The first time you wore this for your fiancé he damn near ripped it off of you.

“Fuck, you look so sexy, princess. Move ‘em to the side. Don’t you dare take them off.” He said gesturing towards your sweet heat. He ate you out for what seemed like hours that night in his office and fucked you until you couldn’t remember your own name.

You softly smiled at the memory as you pulled a big white t-shirt (belonging to bakugo) over the sexy little number. Soon enough you heard the sound of your fiancé’s car alarm being activated .

He’s home. You practically run into the living room like a puppy greeting its owner. Standing right in front of the front door, you listen as the door clicks unlocked, your lower half feeling a familiar pressure. You missed him so much. Too much. The door opens as your spikey headed blond lover walks through, sitting his bag at the door and taking off his shoes. He looks down at you, his towering figure inching closer to your smaller frame. He says nothing, pulling you into his arms as if he hadn’t seen you in years when it had only been a few hours. You wrap your arms around his neck and embrace the man you love.

“Hey, shitty woman.” He says, peppering little kisses all over your face and neck.

He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his strong waist as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips. Your tongues danced together, massaging and exploring each other with love as he pulled away slowly as if he never wanted to stop. He catches your scent and he knows he’s finally home. With you.

“I’ve been missing you all day, Ka-chan. How was your day?” You ask him, still being carried by Bakugo as if you were a precious thing that was to never touch the ground.

“It’s better now that I’m home. Today did anything less than piss me off.” Katuski growled. He walked toward the kitchen and sat you down on the island. “I guess you’re gonna have to make it better, huh princess?”

You licked your lips in response; your pussy feeling as if a faucet had been turned on. You wanted him bad. And he wanted you too.

“It’s like you don’t own any of your own pajamas. Why’re you always prancing around in my shirts, huh? Is it ‘cause you know it fuckin’ turns me on seeing you like this? I bet you’re naked under here, aren’t you?” Bakugo groans lifting the shirt over your head to reveal the sexy lingerie you slipped on earlier. You smirk as he drinks in your entire body with his cheeks flushing red. God, he think you’re the most gorgeous thing walking. How’d he end up with someone as perfect as you? Didn’t matter. He had you right where he wanted you, from now until forever.

“Damn.” He said, biting his lip as he caressed your thighs, spreading them a bit to get a good look at you. You let out a subtle moan, your pussy growing wetter by the second as he touched you. It was like his hands knew which spots to touch to turn you on. He stood between your legs, hiking them up on his hips as he motions for you to lay back on the island. “I remember this damned set. You surprised me at work wearing nothing but this under that long coat I got you a couple Christmases back. You still look fuckin’ hot in it.” Bakugo said, looking you deep in your eyes. He doesn’t even know where to start with you. All he knows is that he’s gonna fuck you until all you can say is his name by the break of dawn.

“Katsuki~, I’m so wet for you. P-Please touch me.” You whined, the pressure in your panties becoming too much to bear. He smirks at you, running his hands up your body to pull out one of your breasts from your bra. You hiss a little at your exposed nipple being assaulted by the cool air of the kitchen.

“ ‘Gonna be a long fuckin’ night, baby. You oughta be more patient. You’re gonna be walkin with a limp for a week when I’m done with you.” Bakugo said, lightly pinching your hardened nipple, pulling it slightly as he watched you try and close your thighs for friction. Your lacy panties could barely contain your juices from freely flowing out of you, your moans softly filling Katsuki’s ears as you squirm underneath him.

“Been thinkin’ about your sexy ass all day, ya know.” He says, kissing a trail down to where you needed him most only to further tease you by rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb over your panties. You gasp as he pulled them slightly to the side, just enough to see your pussy glistening with your own juices.

“Heh.. you weren’t kiddin’. You must be dyin’ for me to fuck you, huh baby?” He was enjoying this way too much. You try grinding against his stilled thumb as he swatted your ass in protest, you yelping in response.

“Stay fuckin’ still. I’ll get to that needy little pussy in a second.” He groans. Trust me, this is killing him just as much as it’s killing you. He just wants to savor the moment. Even though he had a whole weekend to have you bent over or spread out for you to take his dick, the weekends go by so quickly. And the night had just begun. Bakugo lifts you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, practically throwing you on the bed as you giggle. He climbs on top of you, dipping down to kiss you again. You moan into the kiss as he slips his tongue in your mouth, lifting a knee up to lightly brush against his hard dick through his pants. He groans, extra sensitive from being hard from his car up until now.

“Damn brat, I told you keep still.” He says, wrapping a hand around your throat to choke you as he kissed you deeper, yanking off your panties. You squeal as he slips his hand down to rub your clit in agonizingly slow circles. You moan into his lips desperately, wanting so much more than this insufferable teasing. You needed him now. He pulls away to look at your face; flushed and absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was disheveled from the kissing, your breast still hanging out of your bra as your chest heaved from you breathing heavily after the heated kiss. He burned this image of you into the back of his mind. Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra; drinking in your beautiful and supple breasts. He moans at the sight, taking a nipple into his mouth feverishly suckling on the exposed bud. You moan into the air as he slips in two of fingers into your needy hole.

“Like that shit, huh?” He asked, pulling away from your breast. You nodded desperately, moans filling the room and Bakugo’s ears to his delight. He smirked as he quickened his pace, feeling your pussy contract around his fingers. Any more of this and you’re gonna cum for sure. Your moans becoming more high pitched and audible by the second as he inched you closer to your climax. Just as you’re about to release, he stops his fingers to your dismay. You frown at him, the cutest face he’s ever seen.

“Aw, princess. Did ya really think I was gonna let you cum this soon?” He said, licking his fingers tasting your sweet juices. He kissed down your stomach, stopping just below your belly button. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He growls, kissing a little lower.

“Fuuuck, Ka-chan pleaseee. F-Fuck me. I need you.” you whine, almost crying out for him to fuck you already. He loves it when you beg for him, especially when you use his old nickname in bed while doing so. You’re a strong, bad ass hero out in the streets, but a needy little baby for him in the sheets. He smirks as he removed his pants and boxers, his thick and juicy length slapping against his stomach as he removed them. You practically drool at the sight, hungry for that dick to be inside you. He watches your face has he revealed his dick to you, loving the hunger in your eyes.

“You ready, babe?” He asked, tapping the tip of his dick against your aching pussy. You nod, so ready to take him as you spread your legs nice and wide for him. Bakugo bit his lip at the sight of your gorgeous pussy, not hesitating to slide himself inside with a gutteral grunt. You gasp, taking him all in with ease with your slick cunt.

“Fuck, baby, mmm you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.” He groans, leaning down into your neck as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing you to adjust to his length. You two haven’t fucked all week until now so you’re feeling extra tight around him. Finally, the feeling you’ve been waiting for all night. You moaned sinfully as you feel him stretch you out, grabbing hold of his head and pulling lightly on his hair. He always filled you up so nicely, the feeling of his veiny length sliding in and out of your drenched walls sending you into complete bliss. The world could be burning around you and you wouldn’t even notice or care. Bakugo leaving open mouth kisses all over your neck, sucking harshly at the flesh as he leaves love bites all over as his pace became hard and fast. You moan loudly as he pounds into you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you claw at his back.

“Mmmm~, K-Kachan I-I love you.” You purr into his ear as he kisses you in response. You start to feel yourself coming undone under him, your legs shaking around him. “I-I’m gonna c-cum. Ughh I love you.” You repeated as he fucks you even harder. Sounds of skin slapping, and your wet pussy taking him in and out filled the room as your moans echo in Katsuki’s ears. He’s close too but you always cum first so he’s holding himself back.

“Shit baby. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Go head and cum for me. C’mon.” He coos, rubbing your clit in time with his strokes. You practically scream as you instantaneously come undone as he requested, Katsuki not letting up in his strokes as he has to cum too. Tears fill your eyes as you take him, not fully recovered from your first orgasm as you moan louder. Overstimulated, you tremble underneath him unable to cope.

“Ah- Fuck!” You scream, feeling yourself about to burst for him again. His name on your lips like a mantra, you claw at his back more, for sure leaving scratches. He growls, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, stroking you deeper and deeper. He watches your face twist and turn as you take him deeper, your face filled with pleasure and lust as he brutally pounded into you. Your breasts jiggle as he pounds you, you grabbing onto one for dear life as he assaults your pussy. You clench around him again, seeing stars in your eyes as you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm.

“That’s right, baby. Cum for me again. ‘M not fuckin done with you.” His brash voice hums as he leans in further, your legs pressed against your chest as he pounds into you, slow but hard. You can’t contain your moans as you scream and cry for him, your neighbors definitely will know his name without even meeting him. You moan from deep within your stomach as you clench hard around his dick, cumming again and leaving a mess all over your sheets. He groans as his hips stutter into yours, nearing his own release.

“Fuckkk princess. I’m gonna cum- shit!” He hissed, his strokes becoming sloppy. You bite your lip as you feel his dick throb inside you, loving the way his last few thrusts feel.

“Yes ‘Suki, cum inside me!” You whine, kissing him briefly as you felt his hot sticky cum coat your insides. Huffing and puffing, his head hangs back as he rides out his orgasm. He comes back to reality as he pulls himself out of you, watching his seed ooze out of your used pussy with pride. You wipe the sweat from your brow as you welcome him to snuggle with you, his head resting on your breasts as he kissed them and gave one a final squeeze. You two lay in silence, coming down from the highs of your orgasms as you both panted for air with exhaustion. Well, at least for you anyways. He looks at you with love in his eyes, caressing your cheek as he gazed into your eyes.

“I know I don’t say this to you often.. but I love you. Dumbass.” He laughs weakly as he kisses your breast. You smile as you move his hair away from his face.

“And I you, Kachan.” You say, kissing his forehead. Knowing Katuski for as long as you have, he doesn’t really articulate his feelings with words but more so with his actions. Tonight was a prime example of him showing his love and appreciation for you without having to say it. So to hear him say these words verbally means a lot to you.

“No seriously. Y/n I can’t wait to marry you in a few weeks. And then I’m gonna put a baby in you as soon as we get home. I can’t wait to see you all swollen, wabbling around with our baby inside you. I know we’re gonna make for kick ass parents. You’re the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me.” He said taking your hand and entertwining it with his. You giggle at the thought of being pregnant by the love of your life. It was truly something you both wanted for a long time and now that you’re both established heros, you can make it happen. You begin to close your eyes, sleep taking over your body as you feel Katsuki jump up from his position in bed.

“Whelp. Break time’s over. Bring your ass here.” He said smirking at you as he pulled you towards him for another round. You squealed as you laughed uncontrollably, kissing him once more. You glanced out of the window to see the sun peaking out the horizon. Damn. Dawn already. He really meant it when he said it was gonna be a long night.

AHHHHH! My first smut writing! I’m so happy omg. This was really fun to write and it only took a day. Thanks for reading! I gotta make a schedule for this stuff. See yall next time! 

[koko-bopp]

Cops & Robbers

park jimin x male!reader

word count - 3K

genre - SMUT

contains - MALE GENITALIA MENTIONS, kinda soft-dom!reader, bottom!jimin, unprotected sex, little bit of dirty talk, talking about consent and safewords, handcuffs, blowjobs, fingering, missionary anal, aftercare, plot twist ending

synopsis - You've been dating Jimin for a while, you're both everything the other could want. But Jimin isn't all that he appears; especially with your job as a police officer, you thought you'd be better at spotting it.

"Do you like it?" Jimin asks, a knowing smirk on his face, one that you've come to learn that meant Jimin was going to get exactly what he wants. The robe he was wearing dropping to the floor, revealing the white lingerie wrapping well around his sun-kissed skin. It made him look so elegant and so desirable, he spoils you like this a lot, almost making you wonder how you scored just a selfless boyfriend. "It's all for you, officer," he purs.

You couldn't help yourself to lick your lips, Jimin using your occupation as leverage to feed both his and your craving. It takes you a second, maybe a blink, but you drop your jacket to the floor, kicking off your shoes and head over to your boyfriend, carefully pushing him on the bed behind him so he was lying on his back. "You look beautiful," You express, watching a gasp leave his lips as you drag your hand down his curves.

"You look tired," Jimin pouts, bringing his hands up to your hair, slowly bringing them down to cup your cheeks, "Do you wanna talk about it first? Is it that thief again?"

"It's ridiculous, the amount of paperwork I need to go through because of him," you chuckle a bit, leaning down to place kisses along Jimin's jaw, "We don't even know what he looks like, there's a partial fingerprint at the last bank; but I honestly don't think it'll lead anywhere.."

Jimin sighs when you reach up to kiss his lips, using the back of his index finger to trace down your cheekbone, before pulling away to look at you with sympathy, "I'll fight him myself if he keeps overworking my baby like this."

You didn't stop yourself from laughing, pressing a kiss on his lips again, "Baby, can I go rougher today? I'm just... I'm just really frustrated.."

Jimin nods, "Of course," his eyes not illustrating any sign of discomfort. You had that transparency with your boyfriends, you could be honest with each other, and it was something you appreciate. Jimin's gaze drops to your wrist, the glistening from the moon outside hitting the gold and silver, "You're still wearing it?"

You look down too, furrowing your brows, "Why wouldn't I? You bought it for me. I even told you not to get me a birthday present."

Jimin grinned, a little smirk on his lips as he brought himself up a bit to bring your faces closer, invisible thoughts going on through the blonde's head as he pushed his hips against yours, watching you bite your lip; taking the opportunity to properly pin Jimin to the bed, hovering over your boyfriend with the moon hitting his skin like he was an angel of a sort.

"What's the safeword, honey?" You ask, tracing your hand down Jimin's body, watching him shiver at the contact.

The word you were looking for came out as a broken moan as you had begun placing kisses down your boyfriend's neck, the reactions his body would provide were immaculate in your eyes. His body would jolt upon you touching, licking or sucking all the places you'd memorised.

Yourself and Jimin have been dating for almost a year, you had met him at the scene of a bank heist. He was shaking and crying when you'd seen him, not the best way to meet the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but the world works in mysterious ways. Jimin also worked at the bank, his job took up a lot of his time when you two first started seeing each other but so did you job; catching bad guys and all. However, you and Jimin made it work, he likes to spoil you a lot even though you try to reject his advances; how could you say no to such a beautiful face.

"F-fuck, officer–" Jimin moans, you smirk against his chest as you had begun palming his crotch, feeling the muscle grow more underneath your touch as Jimin enjoys the pleasure.

"On your knees, kitten. Bring your hands in front." You get off the bed, standing up while your boyfriend fixes himself to sit on his knees and look at you. Carefully taking off the handcuffs from your belt, unlocking them the way you were taught, and followed by slithering the metal on your boyfriend's wrists. They glisten around the skin, the contrast looking almost majestic, "That's a good boy," you grin, a little gasp escaping from Jimin's lips as you grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you, "Now suck your officer's cock, honey."

With your help, Jimin undid your pants, using his teeth to pull down the zipper, never leaving your gaze or dropping eye contact. The sense of authority you illustrated making him hard and leak.

"Fuck," you groan, furrowing your brows as Jimin excitedly licks from the base right to the tip. Looking at you with puppy eyes, getting a rise out of the sounds you make. But you reach up to grip onto your boyfriend's hair, "Do it properly, baby. I want my dick down your throat."

You caught your boyfriend grinding down on the mattress, "Yes, officer," Jimin immediately coats his lips in saliva and taking your full length into his mouth.

Your job always required you to be firm, it was a surprise to Jimin to see how gentlemanly you were. The first time you two had sex, it was passionate and dirty, you'd bought him to your place, promised him he could moan as loud as he liked. The night was followed by breakfast at midnight and Jimin being treated like a prince, he could comfortably say he thought about marrying you at that moment.

The moans spilling from your mouth with how far he was taking you was music to his ears. Jimin loved pleasing you, probably just as much as being pleased by you.

There was saliva falling from the centre of his lips at he sucked on your cock, falling to the floor as you couldn't help but bite your lip at the sight; Jimin's eyes tearing with how far down his throat you were. "M-mhm, Can't my baby take it anymore?" Jimin nodded his head, mouth full but he tried his best to push himself further. You watched him grind on the mattress, his dick peaking through the white lingerie, leaking with precum and practically erect. You couldn't help but chuckle breathily, "You got hard sucking my dick, didn't you? You greedy, greedy pet."

Jimin's stomach knots at your words, the arousal dripping from your mouth as you pushed Jimin's head to take the entire length, his blonde strands flying through the grip you had on his hair and his eyes welling from gagging on your cock. He loved this, being so far from in control, using him to make you feel good, the way you were groaning and biting your lip, the uniform making you look so attractive.

"S-shit, baby, you want me to cum in your mouth? Huh? You want my cum down your throat?" You asked, clearly rhetorical, but Jimin eagerly nodded his head, sucking harder to fulfil your needs as you furrowed your brows at how sexy your boyfriend looked. He's so pretty like this, lips apart to take everything, "Hm, you better swallow like a good boy."

Jimin's eyes gloss prettily, cum falling from the corner of his lips, the crimson eyeshadow he had on smudging from the few tears that tumbled off his cheek.

Your chest was heaving, a grin on your lips at the sight of your boyfriend. You graze your thumb against the skin of his cheek, providing Jimin with a sense of comfort followed by a kiss on his forehead, "Do you want your reward?"

"Y-yes– yes officer," Jimin's eyes beamed.

"Hm, you're so hard for me, baby," You snicker, carefully pushing Jimin back so he was lying down with his leaking dick for you to see. You smirk, roughly cupping Jimin's crotch only to watch him arch his back with a loud moan erupting sinfully. "How embarrassing, honey. You go so aroused from just sucking my cock?"

Jimin's hips were slowly grinding up, he had no way to stop himself, he was becoming so desperate with your teasing, "Officer," he looks away shyly, raising his hands above his head, "Please... Please fuck me. I want you so so bad.."

You lick your lips, grabbing the lube sitting on the bed and placing just enough on your cock for Jimin's comfort, though not before getting on top of him to hook his legs around your waist. Jimin took the moment to bring his hands down to unbutton your navy shirt, but he didn't make it all that far because you gripped his wrist to pin them above his head. His brows furrowed at you, but you kiss his lips to take the pout away, "Be good for me, baby. I wanna hear you scream."

Moans were spilling from Jimin's mouth as you fucked into him with ease, the bed creaking ever so slightly each time you thrust. Your unoccupied hand moving to grab his hips to get much closer to him, making sure his ass was meeting the hilt of your cock, that he was feeling absolutely everything and that he knew you had every bit of dictation over his orgasm. "O-oficer! Nghh–!" He cried, his breath hitching every time you pounded back into him.

"Louder, baby, let the neighbours know how good your man fucks you," you taunt with your breath against his ear, groans emitting from you with how much pleasure Jimin was providing.

Your boyfriend bites his lip as he accidentally bucks upon your cock hitting his prostate, "Officer! Ah! Baby, right there! Please please please–"

Doing as he asks, you position yourself at that angle, muffling Jimin's cried with your lips, letting your chests heave against each other. The atmosphere clouds with passion and dedication as you feel Jimin clench around your length, "Shit, you gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum all over Officer's cock?"

Jimin frantically nods, his eyes barely keeping themselves open with how fogged up his mind is, just the feeling of your dick thrusting into him and how good it feels occupying his entire consciousness, "P-please."

"Of course, baby."

The moment it shared with Jimin arching his back and you burying your head into his shoulder, kissing down to suppress grunts as your boyfriend spilled cum all over his stomach. You watched his whole body tremble at the sensation of the orgasm, his hole barely letting go of your cock as you pulled out carefully.

"I got you, you did so well for me," you press kisses on Jimin's cheeks as you undo the handcuffs, throwing them to the side as Jimin cracked a small smile at your antics.

"You made me feel good too," he grinned with tired eyes, wrapping his arms around your neck as soon as you'd wiped the cum off his stomach and you couldn't help but place a peck on his nose. "I'm sorry, baby, but could I have some water...?"

You rolled your eyes, kissing his lips once again, "Of course," you reply softly, "Wait here."

A little, happy smile on your lips as you fix up your pants and head downstairs to cater to your boyfriend. It was remarkable that you would literally jump off a plane for Jimin if he asked you to, you really loved him and he always finds a way to make you smile; how could you not love him.

A playful whistle flies through your lips and echoes through the dark kitchen. You could still find your way around it since the space wasn't pitch black, reaching to grab the cup from the shelf and using the filtered water-tap as you patiently wait for the glass to fill; though the sound of your mobile phone in your pocket cuts your soft whistle.

"[L/N] speaking," you answer, turning off the water tap now that the glass was full.

"Sorry for calling so late, [Y/N], it's Kim," the sound of your supervisor's voice emitting from the other end of the phone got rid of your casual behaviour, your back straightened itself out of reflex as Namjoon spoke, "I wouldn't call unless it was urgent; there's been a breakthrough in the Jeon Bank case and I felt it would be more appropriate to tell you now than later."

You furrowed your brows as you kept the phone at your ear, "No need to apologise, I'm all ears."

Namjoon started; "Amongst the thousands of dollars that were stolen, we can honestly conclude that the heist was impressive. The only thing that didn't make sense was amongst the money, the thieves took a more tangible item," Namjoon explained, you could hear the male flip through papers on his desk while you listened carefully, "[Y/N], a watch was stolen."

"A watch?"

"And not just any watch, a Patek Philippe in white-gold. It's worth up to 21 million dollars and the Jeon family purchased it, they didn't think it would go missing because it was in the vault hidden in a door behind the money."

You bought the tip of your thumb in between your teeth in thought, "Sir, are you saying the money was just a distraction?"

"That's what I'm thinking."

Patek Philippe... Why did that sound familiar? You're not in much of a position to be surfing for watches on the web, especially when you can just tell the time on your phone, but the name didn't sound distant.

It was when your eyes met a branded name on your watch.

Patek Philippe. White-gold.

No. "Sir, when was the date of the heist?"

Namjoon read out the numbers to you, and it you felt a whole stab in your chest to learn that it was exactly a week before your birthday. You practically heard Namjoon's concern over the phone, "[Y/N], are you alright?" Jimin wasn't working that day either... He told you he was headed for a job interview in Gangnam... He didn't call you that whole day.

That happened three times the whole year you two had been dating.

You met Jimin at a bank. At the bank the first heist Seoul had in the longest time.

No.

No way. It can't be Jimin, he's sweet, he's funny, he's smart. He's the most loving boyfriend you could ask for. He's not capable of something like that.

"Baby?" Speak of the devil. You turn to find Jimin standing at the doorway of the kitchen, you hadn't even realised that you had dug your nails into the palm of your hand, you could only watch Jimin's lips move as you could barely make out the words. "Is everything okay?"

[i-stan-nct-and-satan]

The Roommate

(KunTen Threesome)

Kun X Ten X Reader

16.2K words

You had no idea how you ended up in this situation, but God did it feel good.  

It had been so long since you felt this dirty, this... filled up. You were exhausted and yet you wanted more, you needed more. You never wanted this feeling to end. It was like you and Kun had been visited by an angel, or maybe devil would be more accurate. What used to be dull was now exciting and sexy. You couldn’t even imagine going back to what sex was like, what life was like before he showed you, and not just you, both of you were blessed by his presence. Others wouldn’t understand it, but that was their loss. They couldn’t understand the intensity of the pleasure you felt. 

You and Kun had only been together for two months now, but you knew that he was the one. He was everything that you could ask for and more. He was protective, reliable, caring, considerate, generous, the list went on and on, not to mention the fact that he had an ass that wouldn’t quit. In the short amount of time you two had gotten to know each other, you were already inseparable. There was only one problem, the sex.

You were far from a virgin, but you had just broken up with your ex when you first met Kun, so you wanted to take things slow. Your ex was a cheating son of a bitch and you had just felt used by him which is why you wanted to make sure that the next guy would love you for you, not just your body. Kun was actually there the night you had caught your ex, Xiaojun, cheating on you. Xiaojun was a club promoter at one of the biggest clubs in the city, Neo Zone. You knew that his job involved light flirting, but when you had tried to surprise him by visiting him one night, you ended up seeing something you wish you hadn’t, Xiaojun making out with some random girl. You had walked up to him and once he noticed you, he had the fucking audacity to just say “Oh. Hey,” causing you to run out of the club with tears in your eyes.  

With mascara running down your face, you ran past a line of people trying to get into the club you wanted so desperately to get away from. You wanted to avoid their stares and just when you thought that you had successfully avoided anyone and everyone, you ran straight into someone, falling flat on your ass.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I should have looked where I was going,” the man apologized offering you his hand.

“Don’t be stupid. It was me who ran into you,” you coldly replied, making a point to get up without the man’s help.

“Are you okay?” he asked again after retracting his hand.

“Oh, I’m just peachy,” you snapped.

The man stepped back, obviously shocked by the tone of your voice, yet he continued to press on.  

“You’ve been crying,” he commented.

“So what?” you barked before starting to walk away.

You hadn’t taken more than a couple steps before the overly curious man grabbed your arm, halting you.

You turned back towards him with a glare that could intimidate even the bravest of men. He reacted by looking down at the hand that was grabbing onto your arm, then quickly releasing it.

“Sorry. I’m just... you seem... sorry... do you wanna talk about it?” he seemed unsure of himself in every way so why was he still... trying?

“I’m not drunk so don’t think that you can ‘get’ me,” you scowled.

“No! I’m not... I’m not trying to hit on you. I’m just concerned. You seem really upset. Can I take you somewhere?  Like... to get a coffee or something? I know it’s late, but I’m sure we could get coffee at like a convenience store or something.”

You took notice of the man’s appearance for the first time. You had wanted to feel him out to see if his concern was really genuine, but instead you found yourself admiring his features.

His bleached blonde locks were swept to the side in a style that showed off his shaved sides. His eyebrows were straight, and his lips had a slight pout to them. His jaw was stronger than what you were used to, and you couldn’t help but notice the single gold earring that dangled from his ear as he spoke. It was strange actually. Normally a face like this would be considered intimidating, but the string of stutters and “I’m sorry”s made the man in front of you anything but.

Remembering that the subways wouldn’t start running for another few hours led you to accept his invitation for convenient store coffee. You ended up telling him everything about what had happened that night, about Xiaojun, everything. He listened carefully and didn’t make any moves on you whatsoever. It felt nice knowing that someone was being kind to you without trying to get laid in the process, which is why when he drove you home, you initiated the kiss. He gave you his number and you started seeing each other. It was really perfect actually. He respected your wishes and waited for over a month before you both had sex for the first time. He was perfect in every way... except one.  

The sex...was horrible. Okay, so it wasn’t the worst, but despite being compatible in every other way, you weren’t sexually compatible in the least. It wasn’t that he wasn’t gifted, God knows that he was more than blessed in that department. It was just that he was... gentle, too gentle.  

He was beyond attractive, but during sex, it was like he doubted himself in every way not that you were any better. For some reason you couldn’t preform either. Neither of you could understand it.  

He felt horrible that he hadn’t managed to make you cum even once, but the moment you faked it, he called you out immediately. It was a blow to his confidence to say the least.  

You weren’t the only one who was struggling to reach their climax. With him, there was a fifty-fifty percent chance that he would cum. Trying to comfort you, he would swear that he had never had this problem before, but of course that only made you feel worse about yourself.

You loved Kun and you wanted to make it work, but you had no idea where to start. You never had this problem before.  

Kun had invited you over to his place, so you were sure that sex was on the table. In an attempt to spice things up, you put on your sexiest lingerie before putting on a nice summer dress along with a cardigan to keep you warm. You were hoping to jump into his arms as soon as he opened the door, but you were not expecting him to have company. After knocking, a man that was definitely not Kun had answered the door.  

He was short. That was the first thing you noticed about him. He might have even been shorter than you, but you couldn’t focus on his height for long because he was absolutely breathtaking. He had very feminine features, but they didn’t take away from his masculinity at all. His eyes were large and round and his jawline was way better than yours, probably even better than Kun’s as well, but to compare the two would have seemed impossible. If Kun looked like an angel, then this boy definitely looked like a demon.  

His hair was raven black and styled so that his bangs were swept to the side. His skin was both tan and pale, which you didn’t know was even possible, but there were a lot of things about the man’s features that didn’t seem possible.  

He was wearing leather pants that were tight around his legs and.... well, everywhere else too. He wore a chain that draped from one of his belt loops, yet no belt, which probably made sense given how tight his pants were. He had on an oversized black t shirt that was ripped at the neck, allowing his protruding collar bones to peek out. His shoes were combat boots, because... well, of course they were. Everything about his outfit screamed intimidation right down to the myriad of piercings that adorned his ears.  

“Look who it is, the infamous Y/N,” the man teased.

You were caught off guard by his higher than expected voice.

“In-infamous?” you stuttered.

The man chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m just kidding. I was wondering when I would get to meet Kun’s girlfriend,” he cooed, opening the door wider to let you in.  

You tried to collect yourself after the sudden shock of meeting the man who’s name and exact relation to Kun you were still unaware of.  

Walking through the door, your arm accidentally brushed past the man’s, but you figured that apologizing would only make you sound more awkward than you already felt.  

“May I take your sweater?”

You shot a glance towards him in a brief bout of confusion before he opened the coat closet and took out a hanger.  

“Oh, um... Sure,” you complied as you started to take your cardigan off.  

As the sleeves fell off your shoulders, so did one of your dress’ straps, revealing the lacey lingerie you were wearing underneath.  

You hadn’t even noticed your wardrobe malfunction until you realized that Ten was watching you as though you were doing something far more suggestive than just hanging your sweater on the closet rack. You quickly readjusted your dress strap unable to control the heat that suddenly rose to your cheeks, earning a chuckle from the strange man.

“Don’t worry, princess. I see what’s happening, what you’re trying to do,” he taunted.

“What? What do you mean? I’m not trying to do anything,” you started waving your hands erratically at his accusation, only to make him laugh even more.  

“I said don’t worry. It’s cute to see that Kun’s girlfriend isn’t as innocent as I had originally thought she would be. Although... you do get flustered just as easily.”

You continued to stare at the man in embarrassment.

“I’ll be leaving in just a few minutes, so you won’t have to worry about me when you make your move on my friend, here,” he mocked as Kun mad his appearance.  

The sight of your boyfriend was more than enough to send your mind into a panic.

Oh god, what were I thinking? The fact that the thought that this guy was suggesting that the sudden exposure of my lingerie was on purpose, had even crossed my mind proved how much of a pervert I really am. Of course, he was talking about how I was wearing it for my boyfriend.  

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Kun greeted, causing you to jump out of your skin a little in reaction to the sudden interruption of your thoughts.  

“H-hey, Kun!” you shouted a little too loud as you basically jumped into his embrace.    

“I see you’ve already met my roommate, Ten,” Kun continued.

You looked back at the raven-haired man who was simply watching you hug your boyfriend in amusement.

“R-roommate?” you stuttered as you released yourself from your boyfriend’s arms.

“No actually, we haven’t gotten to that part yet,” the man walked over to you, his hand extending towards yours.  

“I’m Chittaphon, but please call me Ten.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said as you turned back to Kun cutting off the introduction.

“I didn’t know you had a roommate.”

“Well I’m normally not here most nights, so I’m pretty sure he forgets he has a roommate himself sometimes,” Ten answered for him.

“Anyways, I’m about to head out, so don’t worry about me interrupting anything,” Ten winked as he grabbed a worn-down leather jacket from the closet you had just hung up your sweater in.  

Both you and Kun started blushing which earned yet another chuckle from Ten.  

“I told you,” he teased before walking out the door.

“Told you what?” Kun questioned.

“Um.. Nothing, I don’t remember. Haha,” you responded, kicking yourself for your awkwardness.  

Kun curiously quirked his head to the side but didn’t pry any further.  

Once you were sure that Kun’s roommate was gone your lips attacked Kun’s. Your hands travelled to the back of his head keeping his mouth pressed against yours, but he managed to push you away.

“Hey, hey, you just got here, don’t you wanna hang out and talk first?”

You looked up at him with a glint of defeat in your eyes. Your disappointment not going unnoticed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a few days and I wanna catch up, that’s all.”

“Kun, we text a thousand times a day and you call me every night, even when we do see each other,” you scoffed, slightly irritated.

“Babe, you know it’s not the same. I love it when we get to talk in person.”

Kun’s use of the pet name gave you a slight shiver, making you heed your boyfriend’s request.

You both walked over to the couch to sit down.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You’re the one who was so insistent on ‘catching up,’” you smirked using air quotes to emphasize your point.

Kun looked down at his feet.

“Well you could tell me about the roommate I didn’t know you had,” you coolly mentioned, not wanting your boyfriend to see the intense curiosity you held regarding the raven-haired man.

“Oh, Ten? Ten’s cool. We’ve actually gotten a lot closer lately. At first we never really saw each other.”

“Oh yeah?” you motioned for him to go on.  

“Yeah well, I couldn’t afford to stay at my last apartment since my old roommate moved out, so while searching for a new place, I came across a flyer for this place,” Kun continued.  

“It was a typical roommate wanted poster, but I remember thinking that it was a little odd,”

“Why?” you asked, curiosity taking over.  

“Well the flyer said that the renter was a night owl and that he was looking for a roommate who was quiet during the day.”

“Huh,” you commented.

“Yeah, but the rent was so cheap that I gave him a call the next day. We met up here and he gave me a tour and everything. He told me that he worked at night so I wouldn’t have to worry about him being loud while I was sleeping,” Kun relayed, chuckling at the memory.  

“I remember being so curious as to what he did for a living, yet for some reason I didn’t have the courage to ask him. I figured that he was probably a bartender or something.”

You kept looking at Kun as he recalled the events, but you remained silent, not wanting to interrupt his story,

“I ended up moving in later that week. At first, we never really saw each other. I was taking morning classes, so I was typically in bed before he left for work. Sometimes he would leave notes asking me to take out the garbage or telling me that the garbage disposal was broken, but not to worry about it since a plumber would be coming by to fix it. It wasn’t until I finished up the semester that we started interacting. I didn’t have to wake up as early, so I would stay up later. It was actually pretty nice. We mostly just did small talk, but it was nice to be able to actually see my roommate. Although... after a while, I noticed that Ten would dress up in some very unusual clothing. Sometimes it was casual, but sometimes he would wear all leather. either way it he wore mostly black. At first, I wondered if he was just going out before work, but he never brought a change of clothing as far as I could tell.”

“Those were his work clothes?” you inquired.

“Yeah, I know right? I still hadn’t asked him what he did for a living at that point, and honestly I think that I was too afraid to find out.”

“So, you don’t know what he does?”  

“Well, actually, it’s kind of a funny story,“ Kun started, as though the story hadn’t already been weird up to this point.

“One Friday night, Ten didn't have to work, so he invited me to drink with him at home. I was a little hesitant at first but Ten was being so kind about it, insisting that roommates should get to know each other over at least one drink, so I agreed and well, one drink turned into six and next thing you know, we’re telling each other our life stories. Ten is actually a pretty interesting guy, not to mention generous. Even though the rent for this place is 1,600,000 won, he only charges me 600,000. His reasoning was that he had the larger of the rooms. He seemed so well off that I even wondered why he needed a roommate in the first place. When I asked him, he told me that he was saving up to expand his business, which is when I finally asked him about it.”

You were completely captivated by Kun’s story, the suspense was almost eating away at you. What kind of job allowed you to wear leather and chains? Was Kun living with a prostitute? Or perhaps Ten was a dominatrix. Maybe his business was a sex club. It was crazy to think about but was it really that farfetched of an idea? It wasn’t like it would be unbelievable to think that a man who oozed sex appeal wouldn’t be capable of having chosen either one of said professions.  

“What did he say?” you asked mentally preparing yourself for Kun’s answer.  

“He’s a sex therapist,” Kun stated matter of factly.

Your eyebrows raised.

“A sex therapist? Just a sex therapist?”

“I know right? I thought for sure that he was a dominatrix of some sort, but no, he’s just a sex therapist.”

“So, the clothes-”

“He just likes them,” Kun answered already knowing what you were going to ask.  

“He own’s his own business so he doesn’t have to worry about a dress code,” he continued.

“But his clients, wouldn’t they feel uncomfortable-”

“Well get this,” Kun interjected once more.

“Ten isn’t your typical sex therapist.”

“What do you mean?”

“He watches them,” Kun hummed.

“What?”

“His clients, he watches them have sex.”

“Most sex therapists have an office where their clients come to talk about their sex lives and the problems that they have, but Ten does things differently. Of course, he does have an office and his clients do come in to talk about their sex lives, but Ten does house calls as well,” Kun explained.

“Did he tell you this?” you questioned.  

“He told me everything. He wouldn’t tell me his clients names, but he told me about how sometimes, if he felt the couple needed extra assistance, he would literally guide them.”

You felt a small tinge of guilt as the thought of you and Kun possibly needing Ten’s guidance crossed your mind.  

“So, he’s a prostitute sex therapist?”  

“No, he doesn’t join in, he just tells them what to do. Although.... he did hint that he sometimes he does other things like teaching them how to tie silk ropes or umm...” Kun suddenly coughed out of awkwardness.

“Sometimes he’ll what?” you demanded, on the edge of your seat.

“Nothing, I don’t know where I was going with that,” Kun said as he reached his hand to your shoulder.

Your strap had fallen down again, revealing your lingerie for the second time that day.  

“What’s this?” Kun playfully teased, trying to change the subject.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re the one who told me you wanted to ‘catch up.’ What did he say?”

Kun’s flirty façade suddenly faltered.  

“Can we talk about something else?” he pleaded.

“Kun, I wanna know,” you softly protested, your eyes widened in the hopes of charming the answer out of him.

“I just don’t feel comfortable talking about Ten’s personal stuff,” Kun defended.

“Baby, you literally just told me that your roommate watches people have sex for a living. How bad could it be?”

Kun sighed.

“I don’t know exactly what he meant by this because we were both pretty drunk, but he told me that when he makes a house call, it’s like he becomes a part of it, even though he isn’t physically participating. It’s like he does everything except have sex with the couple.”

Your earlier thoughts of wanting to ask Ten for advice on how to improve you and Kun’s sex life quickly dissipated as this new information on just how uncomfortable and violative Ten’s methods revealed themselves to be. Except now your thoughts were filled with images of Ten and what he could have possibly meant when he told Kun how he would sexually engage with his clients.  

Your guilt increased tenfold when an image of you and Ten crossed your mind. You wondered what sex with him would be like. Besides the fact that he was mouth wateringly attractive and was dripping in sex appeal, he had this aura to him that felt almost androgynous, something you didn’t often get to see in your everyday life. He was a man and yet his confidence in his femininity excited you. Not to mention the fact that a sex therapist had to be skilled in ways that Kun just wasn’t.

“Baby?”  

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kun called you by one of your many pet names.

You looked over to your boyfriend who was slowly inching his way towards you on the couch.  

“Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” he playfully taunted.

“Maybe,” you teased back, softly biting your lower lip.  

“I mean, why else would you be wearing something so naughty underneath such an innocent looking dress?”

You chuckled at his boldness and he quickly grabbed at your waist.

“Why don’t you find out?”

You gasped as Kun’s lips made their way to your neck, immediately finding your sweet spot.  

His hands moved under your dress. You lifted up your arms allowing him to lift the dress off of your frame.

“You look so beautiful,” Kun complimented, gazing upon you in your lingerie  

You were extremely turned on and you didn’t know if it was because your boyfriend was starting to act more confident or if it was because of Ten...

You brushed away your thoughts so that you could enjoy your boyfriend’s touch, easing into it.  

You lifted his shirt off of him, exposing his upper body and soon enough you were both just grabbing at each other in a desperate attempt to remove yourselves from your remaining clothes.  

Once you both were completely undressed, Kun was on top of you. His hands gently caressed your body, sending shivers down your spine as he kissed your lips.  

Your hands found themselves traveling down Kun’s happy trail (Yeah he has one, we all saw it), only to find something not so happy.  

“You’re soft.”  

“What?”  

Kun looked down at his member.  

“Just give it a second,” Kun commented before his lips returned to yours.  

In your peripheral vision, you could see Kun’s arms moving as they pumped his length,  

“Ummm...” you started.

“No baby, I’m fine. This is really hot,” he promised, starting to sound a little panicked.

“Not if you have to try this hard to get hard,”  

You were filled with hurt when you’d much rather be filled with something else.  

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe you could suck it?”  

That was the least sexy request for a blow job you had ever heard, but at this point, you just wanted to get back to how you were feeling only moments prior.  

You did everything you could think of. You made eye contact, you played with yourself, you slapped the head of his cock against your perky tits, but all to no avail, he wasn’t even close to being hard.  

You felt like you could cry.

“Is it me?”

“What?”

“Is it me? Am I not attractive or-”

Kun’s face went from panicked, to even more panicked. He quickly kneeled down so that he was at eye level with you.

“No! Of course not! You’re perfect. I’m just-”

“Just what, Kun?” you nearly shouted.

You felt bad because you knew that he was probably just as unhappy with the situation as you were, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. Things weren’t getting better; they were getting worse. At first, he couldn’t make you cum, then neither of you could cum and now he couldn’t even get hard.  

You both felt pathetic.  

“I think I should just go home.”  

You started to put your dress back on. Kun wanted to stop you, but he didn’t know what he could do to make things better, so he just watched you get dressed. He followed you as you made your way back to the closet to retrieve your cardigan. He wanted to say something, anything to make what just happened a little less mortifying, but what could he say?

“I’ll text you when I get home,”  

“Oh, okay,” he meekly responded as you closed the door behind you.

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“Hey, how did it go?” Ten asked as he closed the front door and walked into the living room where Kun was lying on the couch.  

Kun sat up and sighed, not intending to be as loud as he was.  

“That bad, huh?” Ten sat down on the couch and lifted his feet onto the low table that sat in front of them.  

“You have no idea,” Kun groaned.  

“What do you mean? Her dress strap accidentally fell down while I was taking her coat, so I assumed that you both were gonna.... you know,” Ten winked at his roommate.  

Ten looked down at the table his feet were resting on and spotted a half empty bottle of soju and several empty bottles of Cass beer.  

“Dude, are you okay? Did you two break up or something?”  

Kun drunkenly rolled his head so that he could look at Ten.  

“Why are you here? I thought you wouldn’t get back until the morning.”  

“Kun, it’s 4 am,” Ten responded.  

“Can I tell you something?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s declaration of the time.  

“Sure?” Ten cocked his head slightly.  

“How are you so confident?”  

“Could you elaborate?” Ten suggested, not understanding Kun’s inquiry.  

“I mean.... after... well... I mean... after a guy... you know... does that to you,” Kun tried to explain his thoughts, but despite his dramatic hand motions, he wasn’t able to express what he was trying to say.  

“Do you mean after bottoming?”  

Kun leaned forward and rubbed his temples.  

“Yeah... after that,” Kun confirmed.  

Now it was Ten’s turn to sigh.  

“Do you wanna talk about it? What happened tonight?”  

Kun looked back at Ten, eyes watery but not quite near tears.  

“You know how I was telling you about how Y/N and I were having troubles in the.... sex department?”  

Ten couldn’t help but let out a laugh at drunk Kun’s wording.  

“Yeah?”  

“Well, tonight... it was worse.”  

“How could it have been worse?  

Kun dragged his hands down his face.  

“I couldn’t even --------” Kun muffled the last part of his sentence.  

“You couldn’t even what?”  

“I couldn’t even get-------” Kun muffled again.  

“I’m sorry, what?”  

“I couldn’t get it up! Okay?!” Kun yelled.  

Ten sighed again.  

“Kun, first of all, bottoming doesn’t make you any less of a man. Second of all, you were exploring your sexuality. Everyone goes through shit like that when they’re.... discovering themselves.”  

Ten moved closer to Kun.  

“And third of all,”  

Ten slapped the back of Kun’s head.  

“You can bottom and still be a top,” Ten laughed.  

Kun slapped away Ten’s hands.  

“I’m serious, man.” Kun asserted.  

“I’m serious too,” Ten retorted.  

Ten patted Kun’s back.  

“I’m just not... as confident as I was before... Sicheng. Hell, even ignoring the whole Sicheng situation, I’m still not confident about... you know... being attracted to both women.... and men,” Kun took his time as he spoke.  

“Like what if she thinks it’s weird? What if she thinks I’m just a gay man who’s not ready to fully come out yet?”  

“Bisexual men exist, Kun. I’m sure Y/N is more open minded than you’re giving her credit for,” Ten commented.  

Kun suddenly turned his entire body on the couch so that he was facing Ten.  

“Help us,” Kun pleaded.  

“What?” Ten asked, knowing exactly what Kun was trying to say, but still hoping he wasn’t.  

“I love her, man. She’s the one, I just know it, but I’m gonna lose her if I can’t get my shit together,” Kun blabbered on.  

“Don’t worry, I have no problem giving you advice Kun,” Ten reassured.  

“No,” Kun boomed. “I- hiccup I mean we need you Ten. What you do for your clients... We need you to do that for us.”  

“You’re drunk, Kun. You aren’t serious. You’re just freaked out right now,” Ten laughed but the humor was absent from his voice.  

“I’m serious, man!” Kun grabbed Ten’s face and pulled it close to his so that they were only inches apart.  

Even though Kun was drunk, he quickly realized his actions when Ten shot him a smirk causing Kun to turn away more than a little flustered.  

“Not so confident now, huh?” Ten muttered running a hand through his raven black locks.

“You can’t even handle having your face be that close to mine without becoming a blushing mess, how are you gonna handle having me intrude on your sex life?” Ten continued.

In that moment, Ten’s words lit a fire in Kun, causing him to pull Ten’s face back into his.

“You don’t understand man, I’d do anything for her,” Kun mouthed as he stared intensely into his roommate’s eyes. “Anything.”

Now it was Ten’s turn to get flustered. He pushed Kun away, causing him to fall back onto the couch. Kun instinctively grabbed onto Ten’s arm, pulling him down with him. Ten hovered over Kun’s body, having used his free arm to prevent himself from falling onto the larger male. They stayed like that for a brief second before realizing the awkwardness of the situation.  

“Sorry,” Kun mumbled.

Ten lifted himself back up into a sitting position, Kun quickly doing the same.

Ten’s hand reached for the back of his own neck, not understanding why he was even trying to convince his roommate out of anything while he was in such a drunken state.  

In one last attempt to get Kun to recognize the weight of what he was asking, Ten brought up another concern.

“Even if you’re serious, would Y/N even agree to something like that?”

“I don’t know. Her reaction to your job wasn’t very readable. I mean she didn’t exactly react to it nonchalantly, but she didn’t seem disgusted either,” Kun responded.

“Oh great. I’m glad your girlfriend isn’t disgusted by me,” Ten sarcastically spat out as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Kun retreated.  

He watched as his roommate poured himself a glass of water.  

“I’ll ask her real quick.”  

Kun took out his phone and started typing something causing Ten to choke on his water.  

“You’ll what?” Ten exclaimed.

Kun ignored his roommate’s inquiry as he continued to type into his phone. Ten quickly ran back into the living room and grabbed Kun’s phone, hoping to save him from making such a huge mistake, but it was too late.

“Fuck, you sent it?” Ten gasped, staring at the message on the dimly lit screen.

Kun only nodded in response.

“Maybe you can pass it off as a joke or something,” Ten hurriedly handed the phone back to Kun.

“Why? Your clients don’t seem to think it’s that weird,” Kun contested.

“My clients know what they’re getting into when they call me. Not to mention that I’m a professional, not one of their roommates.”  

“Quick! You can write something like ‘Haha I got you, didn’t I?’ or maybe-”

Ten’s ramblings were interrupted by a small pinging noise.  

“Shit, she saw it,” Ten sputtered, seeing the phone screen light up.

“You’re so screwed, dude. Your only option is to leave the country and start a new life.”

“She agreed,” Kun blurted out.

Ten’s eyes bulged.

“She what?” Ten sat down beside Kun in disbelief, but after looking at Kun’s phone, his brief moment of denial ended.

Ten and Kun just sat there on the couch staring off into space, neither one saying a word to the other.  

Although Kun was the one who brought the topic up, he couldn’t help but feel hurt that Y/N agreed so quickly. He knew things were bad, but he had kind of hoped that she would try to talk him out of it and tell him that you both just had to try again. Your agreement just confirmed that the situation was as bad as he had thought it was.

The silence was interrupted when Kun’s phone let out another ping sound.  

Kun lifted up his phone to read the message.

“So….what now?” the message read.  

Ten looked over Kun’s shoulder at the message.

“Well, I guess we should start with me getting to know my new clients,” Ten sighed comically.

<><><><><>

You walked through the front doors of BDLI, a soju room where Ten instructed you all meet to talk about the details regarding the upcoming events of the night. It seemed like a popular place since there was no shortage of people wandering around the halls, but it also seemed a little peculiar. You noticed that the other customers were dressed very similarly to Ten, wearing lots of chains and leather. For a second, you worried that Ten might have invited you and Kun to some sort of sex club. The fact that Ten had instructed you to tell the host/hostess that your room reservation was under the name “KItten” did not help to ease your worries. The host was a black-haired man with a name tag that read Hendery on it. At first you thought it was a typo, seeing as the name was so odd, but you quickly brushed it off and told him your reservation name.  

“Nervous?” the man asked, smiling at you.

You looked up at him feeling exposed. Did Ten bring all of his clients here? Did this random man know exactly why you were here?

You nodded slightly, your cheeks beginning to flush.

“Don’t be,” the man continued.  

“Ten is a miracle worker, trust me. My husband and I were clients of his for years.”

“Years?”

The host could sense the panic in your voice.

“Don’t worry, it didn’t take that long. Ten basically fixed our sex life in the first session we had with him. We just liked him so much that my husband, Yangyang, and I kept going every so often just to rekindle our sex life.”

“Oh. That’s nice,” you replied, not knowing what else to say as the man wrote down your room number on a slip of paper and handed it to you.

You had purposely arrived a few minutes late in the hopes that you would be the last to arrive as to avoid any awkwardness between you and either Ten or your loving boyfriend, yet when you arrived at your room number, you opened the door to see that Ten was also running late. You sat down next to your boyfriend. The awkwardness you wanted to avoid ended up being worse than you had originally imagined. Neither of you greeted each other, instead opting to sit in silence. You wondered if talking would ease the tension or increase it.  

Finally, Kun broke the silence.

“Are you still sure about this? We can back out now if you want.”

“I’m sure, Kun, but if you don’t feel comfortable…. I love you and I’m okay with things being the way that they are as long as you’re still in my life,”

Kun, who had been avoiding your gaze up to this point, smiled at you.  

“I love you too,” he spoke softly.

“Well, wasn’t that cute?” Ten remarked as he entered the soju room.  

“Sorry I’m late.”

“You could hear us outside the door?” you asked, concerned that this might not be the best place to discuss such personal matters.  

“Yeah, but only because this entire section is empty except for us,” Ten explained, putting you at ease.

“I always request a more private room when I’m meeting with my clients.”

Ten was wearing an outfit that, although still very dramatic, was a lot more toned down than what he wore the first time you met him. He wore black jeans that were ripped at the knees and a button-down shirt with a black, white, and gray design that resembled a granite countertop. He had a chain that ran down his belt loop and into his back pocket, probably attached to his wallet, along with a simple black leather belt. Compared to your boyfriend, who was wearing a simple white shirt, denim jacket, and black jeans, Ten looked like a model for one of those online stores that sell gothic clothing.

You wanted to ask Ten more about why he chose this place to meet clients at, but a part of you just wanted to get this over with.

“We aren’t doing this here, are we?” you asked.

Ten let out a warm comforting laugh.

“Of course not. If you two decide to move forward with this session, then we’ll move to a nearby motel that’s especially made for couples.”

“You mean a love motel?” Kun asked.

“Whatever you wanna call it,” Ten shrugged.as he reached into his bag.

“I’d like for you to fill these out,” Ten instructed as he pulled two sheets of paper out from his bag and handed them to you and Kun along with two pens.

“What are these?” Kun Inquired.

“Consent forms,” Ten stated as if it were the most normal thing in the world.  

“You mean like waivers?” you asked.  

“Hmmmm, not exactly. These are lists of things that you might be interesting in incorporating into your sex life.”

You gasped.

“Anal beads?!”  

While Ten couldn’t refrain from laughing at your sudden outburst, Kun looked mortified.  

“Listen, it’s just a list. I’m not saying you should try everything on this list tonight, it’s just a list of possible things to try, whether tonight or in the future,” Ten explained as he grabbed the list from you.

“You see these boxes next to each thing listed?”

Ten turned the paper so you could see.

“I want you both to go over this list and put a check mark next to everything you’d be interested in trying tonight, a circle around each thing you might be open to and an X next to anything you definitely do not want to do. This way, we can see which ways your lists overlap and make sure everything done tonight is consensual, understand?”

Both you and Kun nodded and started to fill out the forms.

“We should also come up with a safe word so that either one of you can revoke consent at any point you start to feel uncomfortable with something that’s happening. My personal fave is ‘cactus.’” Ten suggested.

“Why cactus? Why not just say ‘safe word’ or stop?” Kun asked.

“Some people like to taunt each other, you know? Like daring the other to say the safe word. It’s a whole kink in itself. Also, there are several times in which a person may say stop and not want the person to stop, the obvious example being ‘don’t stop,’”

“Okay but why cactus?”  

“Simple,” Ten smiled.

“There is no faster way to kill the mood without ruining it for the while night like thinking about a prickly cactus.”

The three of you couldn’t help but laugh at such a stupid joke.

“So, let’s get started with the details. Since every case is different, instead of explaining how the process works, I’d rather go over your questions and concerns.”

Ten looked at you and Kun.

Neither of you said anything.

Ten’s eyes moved to yours and smirked slightly. You had felt even more nervous than when you two had first met and yet it didn’t seem like Ten was teasing you. Instead, he seemed curious.

“Okay, it’s normal to be stand-offish at first. Maybe we should have a few drinks to ease into it,” Ten offered as he started preparing three somaek glasses.

“Just try to limit yourselves to two drinks each, we don’t want to deal with any issues regarding proper consent or whisky dick, do we?”

“Can’t you tell us a little bit about the process?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s whisky dick comment.

Ten sighed softly as he handed each of us a drink. Without cheersing, we all started sipping on our drinks.  

“Basically, what I’ll be doing if you decide to go through with it, is instructing you two on what to do, without really instructing you to do it.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Kun asked.  

You were glad that he was taking the lead on this, so you didn’t have to.

“It’ll be more like encouragement from the sidelines or showing you new techniques to try out and stuff like that. To be honest, it’ll probably be better if it’s more of a surprise.”

Kun looked uneasy.

“So, what are your biggest concerns?”

Kun and you looked at each other. Several concerns crossed both of your minds, but neither one of you knew where to start or even how to phrase them.

“Come on, I’m not going to be able to help you guys if I don’t know what I can and can’t do.”

“About that-” you started. “What you can’t do… I wanted to ask. You don’t actually have sex with your clients, do you?”

“I’m a professional, so no.”

“But we aren’t technically your clients,” you pointed out.

Kun’s eyes bulged and he shot you a concerned look.

“Baby, what are you-”

“I’m just wondering. Kun told me over text that you were doing this as a favor. I know that he’s paying for this room, the soju, and probably for the hotel room as well, but you aren’t charging us for your services, so we aren’t your clients,” you continued.  

“I guess you’re right,” Ten responded. “And I’m sure that Kun has at least hinted that I’m more sexually open in my own personal life than most.”

“Wait-” Kun tried to speak before he was cut off once more.

“If you two wanted me to join in, I suppose I legally could do so, but don’t worry. I know that isn’t why you both asked for my help, so I won’t overstep.”

You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment at his response. You looked over at Kun, who seemed relieved.

“Any other concerns?” Ten asked.

Silence.

“Okay then, ready to go?”

“What about the consent forms? Aren’t we going to go over them?”

“We’ll save that for when we’re actually in the hotel.”

<><><><>

All three of you made your way out of the building. No one was spared from the awkward tension between you three. Ten hailed a cab, choosing to get into the passenger side so that you and Kun could share the back. You could see Ten mouth words to the driver, but none of them registered in your mind. You were too anxious. Your heart was racing but your mind was blank. You could feel the panic building up, but then you felt a hand grab yours.  

You looked up to see Kun smiling at you. He could sense your uneasiness and despite his own anxiety, he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state.  

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered over and over again until your breathing slowed.

He flashed you another smile and you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.  

The cab ride couldn’t have lasted longer than 6 minutes, but the anticipation made every minute feel like an eternity.

Ten thanked the cab driver and handed him more than the due cab fare before turning to you and Kun, motioning that it was time for you to make your exits.  

After that, everything felt like a blur. Ten handled everything just like he had been, and next thing you know, you were already walking into the hotel room.  

The room was bigger than you had expected. You imagined a typical hotel room, full sized bed, dresser, maybe a tv, but this was so much more. The bed was huge. You didn’t know that a bed could be so big and yet it didn’t even take up most of the room. You were on the 12th floor as made obvious by the ceiling to floor length windows that made up the corner of the room. The curtains didn’t seem that useful since they were made of a sheer grey fabric, not that privacy wasn’t already guaranteed by the height your room was at. The bed sheets, which had to have been satin or even silk, along with the mountain of pillows that rested on top of them were a tone of grey similar to that of the curtains. You wondered how soft they would feel. The hardwood floor was a colored a deep black that easily reflected any light that touched it. There was no TV, which surprised you since in every other way, the room screamed that no expense was spared, but this was still a love hotel, so that there was no use for a television.  

You were in shock.  

How could Kun even afford a night in a room like this? How much could it have cost?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Ten asked, “Would anyone like another drink?”

You and Kun, who had also been taking in the motel room, turned to see Ten opening a fridge next to a bar counter you hadn’t noticed until just now.  

You both raised your hands in unison earning yet another chuckle from Ten.

“Remember, the goal here isn’t to get drunk, but to get comfortable.”

Ten waved for you and Kun to join him at the bar as he started making three gin and tonics.

After getting yourselves situated with your drinks, Ten cleared his throat.

“We should talk about everything that’s been going on with your relationship lately before we get started.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about,” Kun spoke up.

Ten turned towards Kun.

“We’re perfect for each other, it’s just about the sex.”

You kept your eyes glued to your drink.  

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with your relationship, I’m just saying that we should do some actual therapy before we jump into things,” Ten explained.

“Kun, is there anything you want to share with Y/N?”  

Ten gave Kun a strange look.

Kun shook his head.  

“I don’t.”

Ten looked like he wanted to probe further but decided against it.  

“What about you Y/N? Do you have anything you want to say?”

“Yes actually, I do.”

Your words caused elicited a panicked look from Kun.  

“I just want to say that I love you, Kun, and I’m going to do my best tonight.”

Kun’s face softened at your words. He took your hands in his.

“I love you too, baby girl. Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure, Kun.”

Ten just watched as you two stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment.  

You were the first to break eye contact as you looked at Ten.

“So, what do we need to do?”

“Why don’t you both start off by telling me what you wish to see more of in your sex lives? You can share what you marked on your consent forms as well.”

You looked at your boyfriend. It was his turn to stare at his drink.

Taking the hint, Ten motioned for you to go first.  

“I guess.... I guess I wish Kun was more dominating during sex.”

Kun’s head lifted slightly.

“It’s like he’s too careful with me, you know? It’s like he’s afraid he’ll break me. When we’re out together, he’s romantic and flirty, but during sex, it’s like his confidence disappears. I’m not asking for him to go into full BDSM mode, but it would be nice if he could push me around a little more.”

Ten nods as you explain.

“Was there anything that you marked on your consent form that you’re especially interested in trying?”

“I guess the thing that stood out the most to me was the...pain play, specifically the light spanking and slapping, I guess.”

“How about you Kun?”

“Huh?” Kun seemed to have been contemplating your words.  

“What would you like to see more of when you’re having sex with Y/N?”  

A hint of panic painted Kun’s features as Ten directed the question towards him.

“No-nothing! I mean... not nothing... just... I mean... what I’m trying to say is... No... Y/N is perfect. She doesn’t need to change anything.”  Kun stuttered.

“It’s okay Kun. You can tell me. I know that I need to change too.”

“No, that’s not it.”

Kun brings his hands to your face.  

“You’re perfect. This... this is all my fault. You don’t have to change anything. I don’t want you to change anything.”

“But Kun that’s not true. I’m at fault here too. I just hope that it’s something that I can fix.”

Kun’s panicked expression morphed into a pained one.  

“What do you mean?” Ten interjected.

You took Kun’s hands off of your face and rested them onto his lap.  

“Kun struggles to... stay hard with me sometimes.”  

You were answering Ten, but you never took your eyes off your boyfriend’s.

“I see,” Ten commented.

“I try everything I can to make him feel good, but sometimes... I wonder if it has less to do with what I’m doing and more to do with... me.”

“Baby girl, of course not.” Kun wrapped his arms around you awkwardly pulling you into his chest.

“You’re perfect in every single way,” he comforted.

“But am I sexy?” You pushed him away.

“I know you love me, but are you attracted to me?”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Kun stared into your eyes as he calculated how he should respond. After what felt like minutes, Kun broke the silence.

“I’m ready.”

“Huh?” Ten gawked.

“I said I’m ready,” Kun repeated as he got up from the barstool.

“I’m going to show you just how sexy you are, baby girl.”

You didn’t have time to feel nervous about the whole thing because next thing you knew, Kun had quite literally swept you off your feet. A small yelp of surprise shot past your lips as you instinctively wrapped your arms around Kun’s neck for security. He carried you over to the bed and laid your body down across the grey satin sheets.  

“Guys hold up. I don’t think we’ve quite covered everything we need to cover,” Ten insisted as he hurried over to you two.

“She said she wanted me to be more dominate in bed. I can do that. We can try the pain play too. What else is there to cover?”

“That’s not how it works, Kun.”

“Oh yeah?”  

Kun turned to face Ten, their vast height difference had suddenly become more apparent. You sat up and watched the two men in front of you. If you didn’t know better, it almost seemed as if Ten was intimidated by Kun.

Kun cocked his head slightly to the side.  

“Are you sure about that?” Kun growled.

You had no idea what was happening. Ten’s eyes were opened wider than you had ever thought was humanly possible. There was no mistake about it, Ten was nervous.

Kun turned back towards the bed. You couldn’t move. You were too stunned to do anything but gulp.  

Who was this man towering over you and what had he done to your boyfriend?

“K-kun,” Ten stuttered.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Kun's almost raspy voice went straight to your core.

“Kun I-”

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun cut you off.

“We came here to play, didn’t we?” he smirked.

Your stomach was in knots. You knew that this was what you had asked for and yet you couldn’t help but feel conflicted. If it was really this easy, then why did you have to drag Ten into your sex life? Your doubts about your boyfriend’s drastic change in character only clouded your mind for a brief moment before your body was suddenly being pinned to the mattress. Kun’s face hovered just above yours. His lustful eyes stared deeply into yours, taking in the view of you completely at his mercy.

You had never seen this side of him before. It felt like Kun had been possessed, by what, you didn’t know but you couldn’t ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach.  

You turned your head towards the other man in the room. It was like you were asking permission with your eyes, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Kun. Kun released one of his hands that held your arm above your head and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.  

“He’s not the one you need to ask, darling,” Kun instructed, reading your mind.

Every nerve in your body was on fire, the sensitivity was only heightened by Kun’s gruff and commanding voice.

“I-I...” you were too overwhelmed to say anything substantive.  

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun chuckled.

You weren’t the only one who was caught off guard by Kun’s surge of dominance. Ten could only watch as Kun taunted you. He had no idea what was going on with his usually shy roommate, but he couldn’t decide whether intervening would be a smart idea or not.  

Kun released his grasp on your chin to free himself from his shirt, revealing his muscular torso.  

Despite having seen much more scandalous acts, Ten couldn’t help but stare at his roommate as he stripped. Ten felt conflicted as he debated whether it was okay for him to be there or not. Although he had done this countless times, it seemed as though the realization that you and Kun weren’t like his regular clientele had just now hit him. His breathing was hitched, and his skin had become noticeably flushed.

Was this okay?

Ten’s feelings for his roommate had been nothing but a bother to him since the beginning. When he first saw Kun standing in his doorway, he was more than a little surprised. He had been expecting a college student to come by for a house tour, but he never expected that his potential new suite mate would be this fucking hot.  

Despite his best judgement, Ten agreed to let Kun move in. Ten wasn’t the type to admit when he had fallen for someone and he figured that his schoolboy crush would disappear as quickly as it had manifested, but he was so wrong.  

When he had left for work for the first time, he walked into the living room to find a shirtless Kun similar to the one who was currently sucking on his girlfriend’s neck. After finding himself too flustered for comfort, Ten started leaving later and getting home earlier hoping to avoid his new tenant.  

Once Kun’s classes ended, Ten could no longer wait for his roommate to fall asleep before leaving for work, so he surrendered and realized that the only way to alleviate the awkwardness was to actually get to know the guy. What Ten didn’t know though, was that getting to know his roommate would only deepen his infatuation.  

Kun was probably the most uncool person Ten had ever held a conversation with and yet he was a loser in the most heart wrenchingly charming way possible. Ten couldn’t help but tease him.  

When Kun drunkenly admitted to Ten that he was bisexual, Ten knew he had to make his move, but before anything could happen, Kun went on to talk about how his sexuality was causing problems with his new girlfriend, putting a stop to any hopes Ten might have had.

Ten didn’t want to like you. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to despise you, but once he saw you in your flustered state standing in the same doorway where he had first met Kun, he couldn’t help but see how perfect you two were for each other. He also found himself being drawn to you in the same way that he had been drawn to Kun. It was like you and Kun were different versions of the same person. Ten could find no humor in the situation, only finding the urge to kick himself for his poor taste.  

And now here he was, watching you both kiss each other passionately.

Ten had only agreed to this arrangement thinking that seeing you two together would extinguish the feelings he had for Kun and the attraction he felt for you both, but even Ten had to admit that his reasoning was flawed in every sense. If anything, Ten’s feelings were increasing tenfold. As strange as It was, despite literally watching you both claw at each other, Ten’s desire to be a part of your relationship seemed almost like a realistic goal. He was literally only a few feet away from you both, after all. He knew that he couldn’t expect you both to accept him, but in this moment, Ten felt closer to that fantasy than he had ever thought possible.

Acting against his feelings, Ten continued to watch, not allowing himself to insert himself into the situation unless he absolutely had to.  

Kun had stripped both you and him of almost all your remaining clothes, not once allowing you to help. The only thing that was left were his boxers. You tried to pull those off too, but Kun wouldn’t have it. He pulled you further down the bed by your legs, causing your upper body to fall flat against the bed. Kun’s eyes never left yours for a second. Every time you broke eye contact to glance at Ten, Kun would respond by landing a sharp slap to your thighs. The slaps weren’t too painful. If anything, they only added to the circus of sensations that were going through your body.  

It felt like you were the only one who was aware of Ten’s presence. It wasn’t too uncomfortable having Ten there, but it definitely added a whole new level of kinkiness to the situation.

Kun slowly inched himself down your body, kissing it along the way. Every once in a while, his teeth would graze at your subtle skin leaving small purple marks.  

Once he had reached your core, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them in place. His lips hovered over your folds not yet giving you the pleasure of feeling his tongue glide across them. He wanted to see just how badly you wanted him and oh god, did you want him. He couldn’t believe that it had taken him this long to see you squirming under his touch. Your face was flushed a beautiful shade of red, your uneven breathing only furthered his unquenchable thirst for your wetness. He knew that your blushing skin was probably intensified just by having a third party see you in such a vulnerable state, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed having someone there to witness the intense amount of pleasure he was about to give you. He could tell that you were getting impatient, but he could also sense your hesitation due to the third pair of eyes in the room.

Kun gave his lips one last lick before finally diving into your folds. Your hips instinctively buckled into his touch. Kun had eaten you out several times before but never like this. It was like he had been starved and eating you out was the only sustenance he had in days. The pleasure came in waves, taking over your entire body and yet you still couldn’t focus on the man whose tongue was dipping inside of you at an ungodly speed. For some reason, you were distracted by a hungry looking Ten.  

You couldn’t understand it. With Ten’s line of work, he must have seen countless couples getting it on, and yet for some reason Ten looked lustful. He was staring at you intensely as he bit his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was actually enjoying watching instead of being there solely to guide the two of you. It made you feel self-conscious, but it also had another effect on you as well. You wanted him. You wanted both of them, at the same time and it killed you that you couldn’t have your way with them both.

Kun was too distracted to notice the longing stares you directed towards his roommate, and Ten was too captivated with watching you to destruct the meaning behind your eyes.  

Being watched by Ten did something to you. You could feel a familiar feeling starting to rise from the pit of your stomach. Something you hadn’t felt with Kun before, but you were definitely feeling it know. Your vision began to blur but you could still make out Ten as he watched Kun’s tongue take you over the edge. Your moans turned into squeals as you approached your high and Kun could tell that you were close. His fingers started to dip inside of your wetness as he pushed you past the point of overstimulation. Your hips tried to separate themselves from Kun’s skillful tongue, but he held you down as he pressed on. Your squeals were now screams of pleasure. The safe word had disappeared from your vocabulary and your mind was too far gone to even think of using it.  

Once your soul had returned to your twitching body and your mind was able to form coherent sentences again, you saw your boyfriend’s eyes staring into yours. They were lined with pride. You were surprised to find that you weren’t even close to tired. If anything, you wanted more. You started gripping at your boyfriend’s boxers begging for him to take them off. His prideful gaze turned into one of panic and you couldn’t understand why.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“N-nothing, I just want to do it again.”

“Kun, that was amazing in every single way, but I need to have you inside of me right now,” you begged.  

Kun looked over at Ten who appeared lost in thought. After noticing Kun’s eyes, he seemed to remember where he was and stood up a little straighter.  

“Are you shy because Ten is here?”  

Kun stayed silent.

“Kun, I’m sure Ten had seen it all before, and he’s watched us this far.”

“That’s not it...”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Your eyes traveled down Kun’s body, past his happy trail and saw what the problem was.  

“Oh my god.” you faltered.

“Baby girl, I-”

“Even after all that, you’re still not hard?”

“Baby I-”  

“So, it is me!”

If Ten were a cat, his ears would have perked up because that was definitely his que to cut in.  

“Y/N, listen,” Kun pleaded.

“No Kun, I can’t do this. You were able to change for me immediately and yet I still can’t even something as simple as turning you on. You’re not attracted to me!”

“Y/N, that’s enough.”  

Ten was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at you and Kun.

His voice was gruff and dominating but not flirtatious in the same way that Kun’s had been earlier. It immediately shut both of you up.

Ten’s stern face only lasted for a few seconds before turning into one of exhaustion. He sighed before turning to Kun.

“Kun, it’s time to tell her,” he urged.

“Tell me what?”  

“Ten, I have no idea-”

Ten didn’t say anything, he merely scowled at Kun, but that was enough to cut him off.

“What’s going on?” you demanded, wrapping the duvet around your naked frame.

Kun flashed Ten a pleading look. The confident Kun had disappeared once again.  

“You know what, Kun? You say that you love Y/N and that you’d do anything for her, but you won’t consider opening up to her even if it might be the only way to save her the pain of blaming herself?” Ten snapped, earning a surprised look from both Kun and you.

Ten sighed in annoyance.  

“Ok, last chance. Either we are going to have an actual therapy session or you’re on your own, Kun. I should have never given you special treatment. Nobody gets to just skip out on the therapy part of sex therapy!” Ten shouted.

Kun and you looked at each other.  

“Um... what is he talking about, Kun? What’s going on here?”  

Kun looked back at Ten, then back at you, trying to think of a way out of the situation. You could see the panic in his eyes but before he could say anything, you took his hands in yours.  

“Kun, please,” you begged.  

Now it was Kun’s turn to sigh.  

“Okay, but let’s get dressed first,” he finally agreed.

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After putting your clothes back on and accepting the almost humiliating situation you were in, Ten invited you both to meet him back at the bar counter.  

Despite being fully clothed, you couldn’t look Ten in the eyes, yet for some reason it felt like he couldn’t do it either.  

Kun was just staring at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs.

“Let’s hop right in, shall we?” Ten suggested.

Kun and you stayed silent while Ten continued.

“Kun, I think you should tell y/n about what happened the night you two met.”

Your head lifted up, curious about what Ten meant.  

Kun took a deep breath and looked up at both Ten and you.  

“Take your time,” Ten instructed.  

“We have all the time in the world.”

Kun’s gaze left yours and returned back to his hands.  

Taking one last breath, Kun began relaying the events of that night.

“The night we met, before you had run into me, I had just left a hotel.”

You did your best to hold back any surprise from showing. You could tell that whatever Kun was about to tell you would be hard for him, so you didn’t want any judgement to show in your features.  

“I started questioning my sexuality a few months before that night and I didn’t really understand what was going on with me. I had always known I liked women, but I had started noticing these feelings of attraction whenever I was around a certain kind of guy. I didn’t really understand what these feelings were because no one ever really talked about how bisexuality was a thing, so I was afraid that I was turning gay.”

You nodded as Kun explained.

“One night, a friend of mine told me that if I really wanted to understand these feelings, I should go out and explore them, so I went to a gay bar. At the bar, I met this guy who told me his name was Winwin because he’d always ‘win win.’ It was a horrible line, but I recognized that he was Chinese from his accent, so I kept talking to him. It comforting having someone who I could talk to in Chinese, especially given how foreign everything else in that bar felt. I guess I also got a little carried away and had a few too many drinks hoping they would calm my nerves. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely not sober which is probably why when Winwin asked me to go to a hotel with him, I said yes.”

Kun looked back up at you, checking your reaction before going on.  

“When we got to the room, I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t really have time to think about it before Winwin started kissing me and taking his clothes off. It wasn’t until we were both naked that I had the guts to tell him that I had never had sex with a man before. I remember that when I told him, he took a step back. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he told me that he would be extra gentle with stretching me out and that he would go slowly until I got used to it. Of course, I was confused but when I asked what he meant, he just told me that he had never topped an anal virgin before but that he would try to make it as painless as possible. That was when I realized that Winwin expected me to be the bottom, something I definitely was not comfortable with, but Winwin had told me that he was solely a top. I didn’t know what to do at that point and looking back, Winwin probably would have understood if I had just told him I wasn’t comfortable being the bottom, but in that moment, I felt like had to do whatever it took to figure out what my feelings towards men were... so I agreed.”

Kun was trembling slightly but his continued his story. You wanted to reach out towards him, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt his story at this point.  

“It was painful, but that wasn’t what made it so horrible. It was like my masculinity was being taken from me and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I left the hotel room as soon as Winwin fell asleep and was planning to go home when I ran into you. I know I should have felt bad for you since you had obviously been crying, but if I’m being honest, I was comforted by the fact that someone else was having a night just as bad as mine, which is why I invited you to coffee.”

The room stayed silent for minutes after Kun finished his story. Neither Ten nor you felt comfortable having the first word after hearing Kun go over the events from that night.

“I guess I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how you would react to hearing about my sexuality and also... I haven’t really been able to feel confident in myself as a man after what happened with Winwin.”

“You see Y/N? It’s not that Kun isn’t attracted to you, it’s that Kun has been doubting himself ever since that night, not just sexually but he’s been doubting everything about himself in general,” Ten explained.  

You had felt horrible. After all this time, you thought that you were to blame for your sex life but really, your boyfriend was going through something and you had no idea whatsoever. You had to say something.

“Kun, I don’t care that you’re bisexual. I love you.”

“I know it’s stupid because being bisexual/gay or bottoming doesn’t make anyone less of a man, but it’s different when it’s yourself, you know?” Kun sighed.  

You took a deep breath before responding.  

“Yeah, you’re right... It took years before I felt comfortable enough to admit that I was bisexual, even to myself.”

Kun’s gaze shot towards yours.  

“What?”  

“I’m bisexual, Kun. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I was worried that you wouldn’t accept me if you knew.”

Kun got off of his chair and embraced you in his arms.

“What are you talking about? Of course, that wouldn’t change how I felt towards you!”

“Ahem,” Ten coughed.  

Kun released his hold on you to look at Ten.

“So, you’re saying that Y/N being bisexual doesn’t change how you feel about her, and I know for a fact that my bisexuality doesn’t bug you either, so why would your being bisexual change how she sees you?” Ten pointed out.

“Wow, it really sounds stupid when you phrase it like that,” Kun commented.

“It’s not stupid, Kun. Everyone goes through it. Insecurities don’t have to be logical, but you do.” Ten responded.  

“Now that Y/N knows and accepts you, you need to work on getting over your fears about how people will respond to you being bi or having bottomed. Oh, and by the way, you can be a bottom and still be a top,” Ten lectured.  

“Although you are 100% a top,” he added.

“How can you tell?” you asked.

Ten turned to Kun, looking him up and down.

“Oh, I can just tell,” he chuckled.  

“I don’t know if that was an insult or a compliment,” Kun muttered.

“And what are you?” you asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Ten winked.  

Kun laughed before turning back to you.

“How could I have not noticed that you were bi?” he asked.  

“Same way that I couldn’t tell that you were,” you shrugged.

“How long have you known?” Kun inquired.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve always known that I was attracted to feminine qualities, but I wasn’t able to admit that I liked women until I was in college. If I’m being honest, when I first saw Ten, I kind of thought he was a bisexual’s wet dream.”

Kun and Ten shot glances at each other.

“What do you mean?” Kun hesitated.

“Kun, I love you and I will always be loyal to you, but Ten is so pretty and so androgynous looking that I didn’t know whether I was jealous of him or wanted to fuck him.”

I turned to Ten.

“No offense.”

“No offense taken,” He smirked.

“I know I should probably feel jealous hearing that my girlfriend thought my roommate was hot, but... since we’re being honest...” Kun started,

“What? No way!” you raved, watching your boyfriend rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.  

Kun smiled awkwardly in response while Ten looked like he was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

“What can I say? You’re a good-looking guy. Some might even say a bisexual’s wet dream,” Kun offered.

Ten’s eyes were bulged, and he tried to look anywhere but at you or Kun.  

“Well then, I guess you both are going to be alright after all,” Ten coughed still avoiding eye contact.  

“You know Kun, I wouldn’t mind you exploring your sexuality while we’re together,” you commented.

“What? Really?” Kun exclaimed.

“Yeah, as long as you’re happy and honest with me, I wouldn’t mind you having sex with other people, as long as I get to meet them, and they understood what was going on.”

“What do you mean?” Kun asked.

“Well... this might be super inappropriate...” you explained turning towards Ten.

“but I really wouldn’t mind if Ten wanted to join us every once in a while.”

Ten’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull as the panic in him increased.  

“I-I umm....”

“Maybe I read it wrong, but it seemed as though you were watching us with something more than just psychological curiosity in your eyes,” you smirked, enjoying how the confident Ten, was panicking like a child who had been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.  

Kun glanced at Ten who kept stuttering trying to come up with an excuse.  

“You know, looking back on it, you didn’t really give us that much direction. Wanna try again?” Kun teased having regained his confidence.  

After seeing both you and Kun smirking at him, Ten quickly realized what was going on.  

“Fine, I’m up for anything. You aren’t my clients after all, but are you sure that you both know what you’re getting yourselves into?” He taunted having suddenly lost all trace of the panic he had been drowning in only a moment ago.

You and Kun gulped in unison having suddenly lost your feelings of confidence.  

“Oh, come on now, you two. Cat got your tongues?” Ten challenged, lighting a fire in Kun.

“I’m ready if you are,” Kun told Ten in a voice too mischievous for your liking before they both turned to face you.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Kun quickly stood up and grabbed your chin with one hand, the other slowly moving down your back.  

“Hey, Ten?” Kun quirked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes?”  

“What were the things that Y/N checked yes to on her consent form?”  

You didn’t need to see Ten to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Impact play, choking, gagging, punishment play, marking, bondage, being dominated, light humiliation, slight masochism, the list goes on. It looks like we have a little slut on our hands. Oh! And look at this. Exhibitionism? Tsk tsk tsk. No wonder she was so open to having me here tonight,” Ten cooed.

“I-I um, AH!” Before you could explain yourself, Kun had lifted you into his arms and was carrying you back to the bed.  

Ten slowly strutted towards you both, only drawing further attention to his catlike walk.  

“Do you want this, Y/N?” Ten asked, slowly licking his lips.

You found yourself struggling to answer. You were so caught off guard by this sudden change in power dynamics but that only excited you. The thought of having both of them together seemed so unreal but you couldn’t imagine letting this opportunity pass you by.  

You nodded.

“Y-ye-”

“Use your words, baby girl,” Kun instructed.  

“Y-yes, I want it.”

“Wow, Kun. I knew your girlfriend was kinky from the way she screamed your name earlier, but I had no idea she’d be this... Well, this excited,” Ten taunted.

“I know. Such a dirty girl, wanting to be with two men at the same time.”

“What do you think we should do first?” Ten pondered, tapping his fingers on his cheek in a thinking gesture.

“What would the professional suggest we do? It’s only fair that we follow the expert’s instruction.”  

“Hmmm...” Ten hummed as he took the spot next to you on the bed.

“Well, we can’t do much fully clothed, now can we?” he laughed.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Kun growled as he pinned you onto the bed.  

Ten stayed seated as he watched Kun do everything but rip your clothes off.  

As soon as the cool air hit your skin, your body trembled under the eyes of the two men. It wasn’t the first time either of them had seen you naked, but this time felt different. You tried to cover your breasts with the satin duvet, only for Kun to pull you out from underneath it by your legs. You let out a small gasp as your upper body hit the bed.  

“Don’t be rude baby girl, I went through all of that trouble to undress you just so you could hide that beautiful body of yours from our guest?”

“Isn’t it time you teach your girlfriend some manners, Kun?” Ten suggested, biting his bottom lip.

He couldn’t help but wear a hungry expression as his eyes grazed over your exposed frame.  

“You’re right.”

Kun lifted his own shirt over his head and there wasn’t much that you could do to stop yourself from staring and by the looks of it, neither could Ten.  

“You don’t mind if Y/N and I test out the therapy you’ve given us, right?” Kun asked, more flirtatious than serious.  

“Please do,” Ten answered, amused by the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn with both of us,” Kun assured, taking off his jeans.

He was calm yet he was barely able to hold back his excitement and so were his boxers from the looks of it.

You didn’t have time to feel any relief from seeing the tent in your boyfriend’s boxers since all you could think about was how good his hands felt as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. You let a squeal fall past your mouth.  

“What’s wrong baby girl? We haven’t even gotten started and yet you’re already squealing under my touch?”

Kun loved seeing you wriggle underneath him as he trapped your body underneath his. His hands moved from your thighs up your stomach, past your breasts and stopped when they reached yours. His fingers interlocked with yours as he lowered himself onto you. His face hovered above yours for a brief second, his eyes staring into yours. The thought, “he looks hungry” was the only thing that crossed your mind before he dived into the crook of your neck.  

His lips caressed your skin, and nothing could take away the pleasure of having his teeth sink into your sweet spot.  

“K-kun,” you half whimpered half moaned his name.  

You opened your eyes to see Ten looking down at you as Kun attacked your neck with his mouth. He watched in amusement knowing fully well that you didn’t have the power to turn away from him. You could only close your eyes, but you didn’t even know if you could do that. Ten’s eyes were hypnotic. They locked with yours and although you were intimidated, you didn’t want him to look away.  

“Are you enjoying yourself Y/N?” he asked prompting Kun to remove his lips from your neck.  

Kun smiled in at the sight of your bruised neck. He could make out the outline of his teeth marks in your darkening skin. He wiped the saliva from his lips and brought his hand to your mouth.  

“If you’re not going to answer, then why don’t you use that mouth of yours for something more useful?” Kun growled as his thumb entered your mouth. He moved his index finger under your chin and pressed his thumb onto your tongue, forcing you to look up at him. You tried to turn away only for him to press harder.

Kun let out an amused chuckle. He didn’t mind if you fought back a little bit especially since he knew how willing you were.  

“How bad do you want him, Y/N? How bad do you want Kun’s cock in your mouth?” Ten taunted.

You tried to answer him, but your words came out muffled and gargled from the pressure on your tongue.

“Tho bag,” you tried.

“What did you say?” Ten quirked slyly.

“I wanit tho bag,” you repeated.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand what the little slut is saying,” he continued.  

“Hmmm, well I guess she doesn’t want it,” Kun smirked.  

“Only good girls get to suck on daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy?” Ten laughed, almost ruining the mood.  

“What?” Kun demanded accusingly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I just never pegged you for the daddy type,” Ten mocked.  

“I’m just doing it because it was on her sheet,” Kun explained.

“Umm, no it wasn’t,” Ten cracked up.

“Shut up. Yeah it was.”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, daddy!”  

There was a teasing whine in Ten’s voice as he jokingly called Kun daddy.

Kun’s grip on your jaw stayed firm as his left hand shot towards Ten’s. Currently gripping both of your jawlines Kun flashed Ten a devious look.  

Ten had suddenly fallen silent and looked almost fearful as Kun stared into his soul.  

“Cat got your tongue?” Kun taunted, repeating the phrase Ten had used earlier that night.  

Ten looked down before returning to meet Kun’s almond shaped eyes with his big round ones.  

“Sorry, daddy,” he mused, having started cracking up again.  

Kun rolled his eyes and turned back to you.  

“How about you?” he asked, releasing his hold on your jawline.  

“No, daddy.”

Both Kun and Ten looked at you in surprise.

All humor had left Ten’s face and a grin had made its way onto Kun’s.

You didn’t know why, you had never thought about calling any man daddy, not even your actual father, but for some reason when the word fell past your lips... it felt... right. It was like the word was made for him and him alone.  

Kun stood up from the bed. That one little word was all it took to have him pulling you up by the arm and pushing you down in front of him. Falling to your knees, your hands found themselves grabbing his thighs in order to keep you from going too far forward. Finding your composure, you looked up at Kun and then towards Ten expecting words of approval.

“Ah ah ah,” Kun tsked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and turning your face away from the raven-haired man who was still sitting on the bed.  

“Don’t look to him for permission. I’m the one who daddy’s little girl needs to get permission from, got it?”  

You nodded in agreement only for the grip on your hair to get tighter.

“Ah! I mean, yes, daddy.”  

“Good girl. Now what did you need permission for?”  

“C-can I suck daddy’s cock?”  

Kun paused before answering.  

“Hmm. I don’t know. I don’t think you really deserve my cock. After all, you haven’t exactly been the most well-behaved little girl, now have you?”

“Please, daddy! Please let me suck your cock,” you pleaded starting to blush from being the only one in the room fully naked.

Kun bent down so that he was at your level before harshly pinching one of your breasts with his thumb and index finger.  

You let out a yelp.  

“What do you think, Ten? Has Y/N been good enough to deserve my cock?”

“Oh, she deserves it alright, but I don’t think it’s from being good,” Ten responded.

“I think that that she’s been acting too much like a whore this evening and deserves a big punishment.”

Kun grinned deviously at Ten’s suggestion. Standing back up, Kun slid his boxers down his built thighs.

“Open,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, not expecting it when Kun slammed his entire length down past your lips. You stifled a gag as he hit the back of your throat.  

Kun’s moans filled the room as he thrust himself into your mouth.  

“Oh god, Y/N,” he softly panted.

You had blown Kun several times before but tonight, with everything that had happened, Kun was fully hard and you struggled to keep your mouth opened wide enough to take him in all at once. You could feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes as he started to thrust faster. You weren’t able to react when a pair of hands grabbed yours and held them behind your back.  

A pair of lips found themselves tracing your shoulders. Ten had managed to keep your hands restrained with one hand while the other explored your body. The soft caresses were more than enough to bring your attention to the building wetness that had started dripping down your folds. Once his teeth buried themselves into your nape the vibrations from your whines only worked to bring Kun closer to the edge.  

“Ah, god! Fuck!"  

A string of curses fell past Kun’s plump lips as thick ropes of cum poured down your throat. You struggled to swallow it all especially as Kun continued to shakily thrust down your abused throat.  

Removing himself from your mouth, Kun admired the strings of saliva and cum that still connected his cock to your lips. Seeing your fucked-out face made him worry about having maybe been too rough with his little princess but the way you licked your lips and stuck out your tongue, revealing to him that you managed to swallow every bit of his seed only made him want to be even rougher. He would also be the first to admit that he loved watching his roommate restrain his girlfriend’s hands as he fucked her face. Just the thought of it made him hard again.

Kun gave you little time to rest before he hoisted you back up onto the bed.  

You prepared yourself for what was coming next, but you were surprised when Kun had listed Ten up as well. Kun desperately smashed his lips onto Ten’s. Their first kiss was a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue but that didn’t stop them. Kun lifted Ten’s shirt over his head and arms revealing the soft but toned muscles underneath. He looked exactly like how you would have expected him to, fit but still feminine. He wasn’t as muscular as Kun in the least, but he didn’t have to be. His body was alluring in its own way. You had the insatiable urge to touch it, to feel his skin’s softness for your own but Kun was already engulfing his petite frame, leaving a trail of marks from him neck to where Kun was currently struggling to unfasten Ten’s belt.  

You watched as Kun practically tore Ten’s jeans from his lower body. Ten smirked almost sassily as Kun reached his boxers. You were actually surprised to see Ten’s length, you expected it to be smaller than Kun’s massiveness, but to say he wasn’t gifted would be far from the truth.  

Kun didn’t hesitate in touching Ten’s body in the slightest which was relieving to see, but you couldn’t focus on the progress your boyfriend had made in only one night since what was happening in front of you was way too hot to think about anything else.  

Kun licked a long strip going from the base of Ten’s cock to the head before taking the tip into his mouth. Kun swirled his tongue around knowing that in the past, he always enjoyed it when you did the same to him.  

Ten groaned softly, letting Kun know that he was enjoying the action. Before Kun could take Ten’s length further into his mouth, Ten brushed his hand over his cheek.  

“Small steps, okay?” Ten whispered.

Kun nodded before Ten sat up against the bed frame.  

They both turned to you, their shared smirks informing you that your short break had come to an end.  

“Uh oh,” you gulped almost afraid of the inherent lust that filled their gazes.  

Their eyes drifted over your nervous figure. Your disheveled state only added to their wanting.  

Ten couldn’t help but think of this as one of the most beautiful sights he had ever laid eyes on. He could only Imagine what you would look like bouncing on Kun’s thick cock, but Kun had his own plans.

Kun grabs your waist and instructs you to turn over. With your arms keeping your body steady and your ass up, Kun positions himself at your entrance. Soft mewls escape your mouth as he rubs the head of his cock against your clit only dipping far enough past your folds to wet the tip.  

You whine in frustration at his teasing actions only to earn a harsh slap on your ass.

“Aaahhh,” you hissed, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The stinging sensations that lingered only added to the aching you felt. The need to be filled was almost overwhelming, yet you knew complaining would only prolong your feelings of emptiness.

“Please, Kun,” you whimper.  

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

Kun paused, reveling in your needy state.

“Please Kun. I need you. I need you inside of me. I want to feel you. I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Hmmm. I don’t know,” he mused.

Desperate to feel any form of relief, your hand snaked its way to your twitching womanhood, only for Ten to pull both of your arms out from under you, your face now pressed into the pillow. Kun lands yet another slap onto your ass, this one stinging more than the first.  

“Wanna try that again sweetheart?” Kun asked, almost daring you to defy him, to see what would happen if you did.  

“Your breathing was uneven. The frustration was starting to take over.

“Please, Kun. Please!” you cried, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.  

Kun felt conflicted. One on hand, he hated to see his baby girl cry, but on the other, he had never seen you this needy for his cock before.  

Without any warning, Kun slammed his entire length into your tight cunt. Your mind, which had been going crazy out of frustration, was now more fragmented and useless than you had ever thought possible.

Kun’s nails dug into the bright red marks that were covering your ass cheeks. Ten groaned at the sight of you turning into a moaning mess as Kun fucked you in front of him, your tits bouncing wildly with each thrust. It was all too much for him, he had seen some kinky shit, but just the thought of getting to have a turn with you both made everything feel so much more elated. He couldn’t help himself.

“Come on Kun, is that all you got?” Ten teased.  

“I thought you were daddy Kun, not mommy Kun!”

Motivated by Ten’s playful words, Kun picked you up by your arms and moved both of your bodies so that you were lying on top of Kun while he continued to thrust into you even harder. Your moans which had not been quiet in the least had suddenly turned into a mixture of whimpers and screams.

“How does it feel, Y/N?” Ten asked, now focusing on you.  

His voice was innocent but the look on his face could have gone come from a demon.

“How does it feel being fucked by daddy’s cock?”

“I-it... it feels.”

“He asked you a question, baby girl. Answer it,” Kun ordered, increasing intensity.  

The sound of his skin slapping into yours should have been enough to wake any possible neighbors even with the soundproof walls, but you didn’t care. Your mind was gone at this point, but your voice was anything but. Fireworks filled the pit of your stomach and your arousal was dripping down your thighs, covering Kun’s cock with your essence. Nothing could you stop you from reaching your high except Kun stopping. You knew you needed to answer him, but you didn’t know if you were even capable of doing so. The closer you got to your release the farther gone you felt. Even if it took all of your energy, you knew what you had to do.  

That was.. until Ten had positioned himself in between your and Kun’s legs. You were unaware of this sudden change in position until Ten’s tongue met your clit. An electric shock moved through you as Ten started bobbing his head so that he could lick both you and Kun simultaneously.  

“IT FEELS.... SO G-”

The insane amounts of pleasure clouded your mind and you swore you could see stars. You couldn’t tell if you were screaming or silent and you didn’t care. Let the neighbors hear. Let the whole world hear how amazing you feel.  

The last sensations you remembered was the uncontrollable shaking of your body and the black dots that filled your vision.  

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"Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Your eyes opened to see both Kun and Ten staring down at you.  

“W-what happened?”  

“You passed out,” Ten answered matter of factly.

Kun, who looked significantly more worried than Ten, took you in for a hug.  

“Oh thank god, you’re alright.”

“I told you she would be fine. This kind of thing happens all the time. You know, you should really be more proud and less worried,” Ten sighed, handing you a bottle of water from the bar fridge.  

“Thank you,” you mouthed to Ten.  

“Are you sure you’re okay baby girl? I’ll take you to the hospital, just say the word.”

“I’m fine, Kun. I’m just tired. What happened after I passed out?”

“This one freaked out,” Ten relayed, pointing at Kun.

“He was so worried, he though he broke you with his dick even though, if anything, I broke you with my tongue.”

“You didn’t finish without me?”

Ten and Kun shared a smile before turning back to me.

“Of course not,” Kun assured.

“Yeah to be honest, it would be kind of weird if we kept going with you passed out on the bed,” Ten joked.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized.

“Don’t be,” Ten laughed.

“We made a lot of progress tonight and besides, anything we didn’t do tonight we can explore next time.”

“Next time?” you and Kun asked in unison.

Ten’s smile faltered slightly.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I just assumed.”

“No!” Kun and you shouted.

“We would love for there to be a next time,” Kun mumbled, having suddenly become shy.

“That is... if you’ll have us,” you finished.  

Ten put his hand to his chin as if he were seriously thinking about it.

Neither you nor Kun could help but feel anxiety awaiting his response.  

“Yeah sure, why not?” Ten answered finally.  

You wrapped your arms around Ten and pulled him back onto the bed with you and Kun.  

“I mean it wasn’t that bad, I guess. Kun could have performed a bit better,” Ten taunted as Kun punched him in the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Nothing,” Kun smirked before wrapping his arms around the two most important people in his life.  

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Red Suit, Leather Seats (Crystal x Gigi) - One Shot

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[A/N: Hi, so I’m back again with another Crygi smut. I’m sorry. I just watched that Gigi video in the car and I can’t take it off my mind. So, enjoy!

Also if you like to comment on it, I would deeply appreciate for you to come to AO3 using the link above or just message me here so we could talk about Gigi some more.. Thank you!]

Synopsis: “So you came to tease me like this? I literally have a meeting in an hour, Gee.” Crystal gulped as she took in the view in front of her, of the girl wearing her red suit with nothing but only her favourite red lingerie underneath it.

“We have an hour to go there. Why not make it into good use?”

Red Suit, Leather Seats

(Crystal x Gigi Oneshot)

The sun was shining from the window, lighting up the huge bedroom inside the apartment. It was late morning and a girl was being gleamed upon by the sun, its rays glistening against Gigi’s milky skin. A blanket was covering her upper body, her legs stretched out being lit by the sunshine. She raised her arms up to stretch as she woke up from her deep slumber, smiling excitedly to wake up next to her girlfriend. However, the curves on her lips turned down as she felt the soft pillows lying down beside her instead of the figure she was anticipating for. She was greeted by no one other than a note next to her with a single red rose. She rubbed her eyes, taking the note closer to her face to read it.

Gee,

I’m sorry I had to leave early. I got a lot of meetings scheduled today. I’ll see you at dinner?

XO, C.

The blonde noticed the lipstick mark on the corner of the paper, making her smile a bit as she rolled her eyes. She picked up her phone and texted her girlfriend their daily good morning text. She anticipated for an immediate reply, only to be disappointed five minutes after. She must be that busy. She thought to herself. Gigi’s lips turned into a pout as she stood up to go the bathroom to prepare for her day.

The girl just stepped out of the shower when a thought entered her mind. She was supposed to stay at home until the dinner date Crystal asked her out to but she cancelled all those plans. She put on her girlfriend’s red coat, underneath it was only her underwear, and placed makeup on her already beautiful face, before she went out to call an Uber to go to her destination. She was on the way when she received a text from her busy girlfriend.

 Crystal: Good morning, love. Go make yourself some breakfast. I’ll see you later at 8?

 Gigi checked on the time, seeing it was already almost noon. She clicked on the video call icon and waited for her girl to pick up. It was rejected.

Her phone lit up, receiving a text from Crystal.

 Crystal: Sorry babe. Meeting.

 The girl sent a photo of herself, showing the inside of the taxi cab.

 Gigi: Have you eaten your lunch?

Crystal: Where you going? Mall?

Yeah sure, the blonde told herself as the cab stopped and arrived to her destination, paying the driver through her phone before getting out. She tightened the wrap of the coat on her waist as she felt the cold autumn breeze blowing past her legs. She looked at the building, seeing a huge sign saying “Methyd Enterprises.” She entered through the glass door, being greeted by the receptionist.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Goode. The CEO is in a meeting right now. But she’s up in her floor.” The ginger girl behind the desk said, offering her kind smile towards the blonde.

The blonde returned the grin, leaned in closer to the ginger and whispered. “Don’t tell Crystal I’m here. Thank you.” She then walked off to the garage, locating the CEO’s limousine that was parked at the farthest corner of the lot. She saw the driver, waving at him.

“Ms. Goode. I didn’t know you are also coming to the meeting.” The tall guy said as she opened the door for the blonde lady.

“I’m not. Just gonna stay in the car, I guess.” She stepped in, pausing midway. “And oh, please don’t tell her I’m here.”

She gave him a wink as she settled inside the limo, sitting comfortably on the leather seats as she get herself a bottle of champagne. She took out her phone and typed another text to her girlfriend.

Gigi: Have you eaten lunch?

Crystal: Can’t. :( 

Crystal: Still in a meeting.

The girl smirked as she saw the last text, an explicit thought coming to her mind. She opened the camera and aimed it to her torso. She removed half of the coat she was wearing, exposing the only thing underneath the jacket. She bit her lip, as she positioned herself on the frame to send a sexy picture to her girlfriend. After she was done, she put on the coat, buttoning only the middle button. She crossed her legs as she leaned back on the seat, attaching the photo to her message, typing a few words before hitting send.

 Gigi: Appetizer, maybe? ;)

 Crystal’s phone lit up on top of the table, seeing a notification from “Gee ❤” that said she sent a photo. She mindlessly opened the text, her jaw dropping, eyes widening, as she saw the blonde sitting on top of a leather chair, her skin covered only with the brunette’s favourite red lingerie. She immediately turned down her phone, clearing her throat as she tried to focus on the speaker. Of course, she couldn’t. She couldn’t resist the view of her girlfriend in that red lingerie. She opened her phone again, looking around to make sure no one was witnessing what she was about to see. She had to gulp as she reached down for her cup of coffee, obviously thirsty in some other type of way.

The meeting ensued, the brunette finding herself looking at the time as she anticipated for it to finish. She couldn’t wait to go to her private restroom and touch herself as she stare at her hot girlfriend’s photo. It was the only way for her to relieve herself as she try to recover from what she got. For now, at least.

When the meeting was done, she immediately stood up only to be called by the secretary. “Ms. Methyd, your clients already arrived at the restaurant for your meeting. I told them it was scheduled in an hour. You must go now since there is heavy traffic.”

The boss hissed under her breath as her spontaneous plan was cancelled. She followed the secretary and a few of her subordinates to the elevator. She took out her phone, looking around once more to make sure no one would see her screen. She was about to text her girlfriend when she was interrupted by an officemate.

“Ms. Methyd, are we all taking the limo out today?” The girl jokingly said, looking at their boss.

“I thought Jaida’s giving us a ride to the restaurant.” A smaller blonde asked, pointing to one of their officemates.

Crystal gave a smile to conceal the sigh she just exhaled, nodding to her subordinates. “I guess we can all fit in my car.”

“Great. We can also talk about the file I was sent this morning about the clients we will meet later.”

 It didn’t take that long until the group reached the parking lot floor, exiting the elevator. Crystal fixed her light blue suit, as she made her way to the limousine, followed by her officemates. She took out her phone and continued to type her message to her girlfriend. She unknowingly reached for the door, her eyes still on her screen. As she opened it, she was greeted by a pair of long legs, crossed as the figure waited inside, sitting on the leather seats. The blonde had a red coat covering her shoulders, but not entirely concealing her red lingerie. “Hi baby.”

The brunette immediately closed the door before anyone else could see what was inside. She stood up straight and cleared her throat, facing her workmates. “I’m sorry but…umm… the car is very messy inside. My driver hasn’t cleaned up already so there’s not much space for us all. Maybe you could take Jaida’s car for today.”

They all followed her request, walking away towards the other lady’s car. Meanwhile, Crystal hurriedly went inside, her mind full of thoughts as she entered the car to face her girlfriend.

“What are you doing here? And why are you wearing that?” She hissed under her breath as she noticed the small window from the driver’s area open. “To the restaurant. Take the main road.”

“But Ms. Methyd, there’s a heavy flow of traffic there.”

“I don’t mind.” The brunette replied before the driver shut the window close. She turned to look at her girlfriend who was still sitting on the seat across from her. She bit her lip as her eyes consumed the view, feeling the beads of sweat rolling down her neck.

“I came down here because I missed you this morning. You seem really busy today, babe.” Gigi muttered as she took a sip of her drink.

“Wearing only that?” Crystal’s eyes widened as she stared at the girl in front of her. She tried to take in all of her view, making her gulp once more. Her eyes traced up from her long smooth legs, up to the bright red underwear underneath the red coat that she recognized was hers. She moved up and saw her prominent collarbones barely covered by her blonde curls. She glanced and saw her red lips that was shaped into a smirk until she met the blonde’s eyes, staring back at her with a smoldering and teasing look. “So you came to tease me like this? I literally have a meeting in an hour, Gee.”

“We have an hour to go there. Why not make it into good use?” She unbuttoned the coat, staring at her suggestively. As if being pulled by a magnet, Crystal moved closer to her girlfriend, placing her hand on her neck to cup her face as she met her lips into a deep kiss. It wasn’t a soft and lovely kiss. This time, their lips were both yearning for each other’s taste as they kissed passionately and hungrily. Gigi turned her head to the side to deepen the kiss, her hand placed on her girlfriend’s hips as she pulled her closer to her.

The brunette’s hand were soon all over the girl’s skin. It reached to the collar of the red coat, sliding it off from the blonde’s shoulder, the girl helping her and throwing it onto the car’s floor. Their lips, not leaving each other, continue to kiss, Crystal slipping in her tongue to her girlfriend’s mouth, exploring her wet cavern. The other tried to fight for dominance but feeling her hand on her bare waist weakened her, giving up and letting the other top her.

“Did you like what I sent you?” Gigi uttered as her lips were freed for a while, the other trailing down kisses to her neck, licking her earlobe on the way down to kiss her skin. Crystal’s lips never left the girl’s neck as she spoke in between the kisses.

“Fuck you.”

“What? What have I done?” The blonde bit on her plump crimson lips as she looked down at the girl.

“I was in a fucking meeting. You can’t just tease me like that.” Crystal remembered her sudden plan after seeing that, smiling to herself as she was feeling grateful that she didn’t have to be alone in her office, touching her own self as she stare at her girlfriend’s photo. Her being there in her backseat was truly a better choice.

“I suppose you like it then.” Gigi threw her head back as she felt Crystal’s lips on her collarbone, slightly biting on it, her hands exploring her milky thighs. The other girl smoothly caressed on it, her hand moving in between her inner thighs. Slowly, her lips moved to bit on her brassiere strap before she moved on the piece of cloth covering her breast. She bit on to it, making sure to graze her teeth lightly against the girl’s skin, before pulling it down to expose one of her boobs. Her tongue met the perky nipple, making Gigi moan loudly as she felt herself getting sensitive under her touch. Crystal looked up at her, watching her girlfriend’s reaction as she drew circles around her nip before taking it inside her mouth.

The pleasure was not ending any time soon as the brunette stroke on the red cloth between the blonde’s inner thighs, feeling the wetness as she touched her clothed core. It made Gigi jumped up in her seat, not expecting yet anticipating the other’s touch. She continued to move her middle finger against her underwear, feeling the other shuddering under her as she nibbled on her nipple. She moved the cloth to the side, exposing her hand to the wetness in between Gigi’s thighs. Her finger lightly touched Gigi on her desired spot, making her exhale another loud moan. It didn’t take long until a finger was inside the blonde, slipping it in and out in a slow pace.

Usually, Gigi’s a patient person, willing to wait for her busy girlfriend especially on their late night dates after work. But this time was different. She was keen to be kissed down below as she placed her hand on the brunette’s curls, pushing and guiding her down to where she wanted her to be. Crystal understood what she wanted, smirking as she kissed and licked on her tummy to tease her before pulling down her panties. She kneeled down on the floor in front of the blonde as she placed her head in between her thighs. Gigi hovered her legs on the other’s shoulders, pulling her closer to her with eagerness. Soon after, her damp core met Crystal’s wet muscle, licking her down below. Her fingers were still inside her as she licked her clit before she moved down to slip her tongue inside Gigi. Crystal reached her hand up to slide her fingers inside the girl’s mouth, letting her have a taste of herself.

The blonde never missed a second without missing a moan or calling out her lover’s name. She held onto the back of the seat as she rolled her body, feeling the pleasure consume her. The loudest that she had become that time was when she released herself, the other keeping her tongue inside as she let her ride her orgasm before she licked her clean. She pulled away, staring at the other girl as she watched her catch her breath. Crystal extended her arm to brush her fingers on the blonde’s curls, calming her down from her recent climax.

After Gigi was able to recover, she licked her lips and stared at the brunette who was now sitting on the leather seat across from her. She bit her lower lip before crawling on top of Crystal, smirking as she caught her into another hot kiss. She could still taste herself against the brunette’s lips, her hips grinding up against the girl who was now under her. The CEO held onto her waist as she rubbed her hips up to meet with hers, smirking as an idea came into her mind.

Crystal’s lips went closer to Gigi’s ear, licking her earlobe seductively before whispering in a low and husky voice. “Ride me.”

Gigi had her hand on the other’s shoulders, pushing herself away as she stared at her face. “What do you mean?”

“Open up that shelf over there. You’ll see a black box.” The brunette pointed to the storage on the side of the car, the blonde following her command. She saw a black box tied in a pink ribbon.

“Is this…” Gigi excitedly pulled it out and opened it, gasping with excitement as she saw the hot pink strap-on that her girlfriend kept inside the car. ”Oh shit.”

“I was supposed to give you that tonight but might as well use it now.” Crystal took a tissue to wipe it clean before wearing the toy, taking the bottle of lube from inside the box, pouring the thick liquid onto the strap on she was wearing. The blonde was patiently sitting on her lap, her fingers playing with the button of her white shirt that she soon after opened, exposing her girlfriend’s ample breast. Good thing the hook was in front of the brassiere and so the blonde quickly unhooked it, wrapping her hand around Crystal’s chest. She massaged it gently as she watched her girlfriend spread the lube on the dildo and putting some on the blonde’s soaked entrance, not as if she needed it anyway.

“Gee, are you ready?” Gigi’s lips turned into a smirk, which Crystal returned as she pulled her girlfriend by the waist, pushing the fake cock inside her core, the girl on top of her moaning loudly at the union. She placed one of her hand on the brunette’s shoulder while the other was playing with her nipple as she rolled her hips, trying to adjust at the size.

Not long after, the blonde was moving her hips up and down, the brunette thrusting her hips up to meet the girl’s moves. Gigi arched her back, throwing her head as she held on to the cloth safety handle inside the car, the moans escaping her lips were non-stop. The girl under her watched in pleasure as she gaze at her girlfriend riding her. The view sent her some bliss, feeling herself soaking herself in the middle of her inner thighs. Crystal kept holding on to her girlfriend’s hips as she fucked her roughly, her hips bouncing against her rapidly.

Their moans were echoing inside the back of the car, low-key thankful that it was soundproof otherwise the driver might have heard them fucking already.

Crystal pulled it out halfway through the intercourse, smirking at Gigi before eyeing the leather spot beside her. “On your knees, babe.” She whispered lowly, licking her lips as she stood up to position herself. Gigi gleefully followed, kneeling down on the floor and resting her upper body against the seat, still warm from where Crystal used to sit a few moments ago. She bit her lower lip as she felt the lady behind her smack her bottom before she held onto her waist, pushing the cock inside her once again. As if it was the first time she was being entered, Gigi felt her eyes rolling backward, whimpering at the feeling of Crystal’s length inside her. She took a few seconds to adjust before she grinded her bottom against the brunette’s crotch, the other noticing the signal for her to go on once more. She pushed it deeper inside her before pulling out, then doing it again for a few more times. Her hand was snaking on the blonde’s back, a chill running down her spine at her girlfriend’s touch. Crystal grabbed a bunch of her blonde locks, now messy after their session, and pulled it back lightly as she fucked her from behind. Gigi wailed in the gesture, cursing Crystal’s name under her breath alongside her unending moans.

“Is this what you wanted when you came here, Gee?” The blonde nodded, alongside with her yes that were both meant to answer Crystal’s question as well as a moan from her quickening pace behind her. She rolled her hips against the cock, Crystal smirking at the friction. “Good girl.”

Pleasure was devouring Gigi’s insides once again. She felt a hint at the pit of her stomach, signaling her for another climax. Crystal saw her girlfriend clenching onto the seat, her hips bouncing wildly against her. She returned the gesture, letting her reach her orgasm for the second time around. After a few moments, she pulled out as Gigi’s juices dripped down on her thighs. The brunette leaned over to lick the inside of her thighs, cleaning up the trace of cum while the girl under her crashing onto the leather seat as she panted, trying to catch her breath. “T-that was hot.”

“You are.” Crystal replied as she plunged herself on the seat across Gigi, wiping her sweat while removing the strap on before she wiped it clean and placed it inside the box.

“Should I return the favour?” Gigi blinked suggestively as she recovered from the action, crawling to where the brunette was sitting down.

“I have a meeting in…” Crystal checked her wrist watch. “15 minutes.”

“So?” Gigi obviously didn’t care. Her fingers were stroking down the line in between the brunette’s chest before she took one breast and massaged it, teasing her nipples. Her lips arrived at the CEO’s velvety skin, placing kisses on her neck. She bit lightly, the other groaning.

“I swear if you leave a mark there.”

“What? What will you do?” The blonde looked at her, blinking rather innocently, as she teased her, her fingers playing with her sensitive nipples.

Crystal glared at her, hissing under her breath. “You know what I’d do to you.”

“Great!” Gigi sunk her teeth on Crystal’s skin, below her collarbone, as she sucked on her for a few seconds to leave a small, dark-red mark. The other rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn’t stop her girlfriend with whatever she wanted to do. As the girl placed another hickey on top of her chest, she unbuttoned the brunette’s pants, zipping it down before sliding her hand directly under her lace underwear. “Wow, you are soaking.”

“Your fault, babe. Oh shit.” A moan escaped her throat as she felt the other girl touching her sensitive spot with her thumb while a finger slipped inside her smoothly due to the wetness she had down below. Gigi continued to finger fuck her, thrusting another finger inside her in a hurried manner, wanting to return the bliss her girlfriend gave her twice that noon.

It was getting too much for Crystal, making her throw her head backwards, not knowing that she hit the driver’s window. A speaker turned on from the other side, both of them hearing the driver speak. “Are you all right there, Ms. Methyd?”

Crystal’s hand was trembling as she reached for the button for the microphone, glaring at Gigi to be quiet before she turned it on to speak. The blonde took this opportunity to torment her further as she inserted another finger inside her, a total of three, sliding it in deeper and harsher, making the girl moan under her breath.

“Y-yes. I’m…” She turned the microphone off just in time for her moan before turning it back on again. “…okay.”

“We’re actually almost there, Ma’am. Maybe five minutes. I hope you’re not yet late for the meeting.”

Crystal was only half-listening. All she knew was like their car reaching the destination, she herself was also close to her orgasm. As Gigi curled her fingers inside, she felt her body vibrate as she achieved her climax. The blonde watch the girl under her had her eyes roll to the back as she panted heavily, Gigi’s fingers continued to thrust inside her as she let her ride her high. Once she pulled it out, she directed it inside her mouth, having a taste of her lover.

The car went to a stop, letting the two girls know that they have reached the restaurant. Crystal hurriedly zipped her pants, Gigi helping her out with her shirt to button them as well. She ran her fingers through her brunette locks, smiling as she looked at her girlfriend’s smudged lipstick.

“Love, you have to fix your makeup.”

“I have no time.” The panic in Crystal’s voice was evident, unlike the confident girl she was when she came in.

“I swear, you will regret it if you don’t.” Gigi shower her face through the lens of her phone, handing her one of her lipsticks from inside her bag. The brunette cursed under her breath as she wiped her lips clean, as well as the space surrounding it.

After a quick minute, Gigi cupped her girlfriend’s face, placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose. “Good luck on your meeting today. I’m sure you’ll get that offer. Or whatever it is about.”

“Thanks, love.” Crystal’s eyes got lost in the blonde’s orbs, smiling at her lovingly before placing a sweet peck on the girl’s forehead. “I’ll see you later for dinner?”

“Okay. I’ll see you tonight.” Gigi had the sweetest smile painted on her lips as she watched her girlfriend pick up her things before she threw the red coat towards her direction.

“Go home now and take a shower. I’ll tell the driver to drop you home.” The brunette opened the door, ready to go out, when she turned to her girlfriend once again.

“Good thing it’s a Friday. I have no work tomorrow.”

[ricebunni24]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy • Harlee

Finally made this smut. Took ages. Idk why.

Warnings: Phone Sex, Masturbating, Dirty Talking(like a lot. sorry), Dom/Sub thing, and Ben wearing lingerie(whoops).

All mistakes and shit are all me. Please tell me where they are.

Thanks.

AO3 version :)

*

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

He had just started doing press interviews for Bohemian Rhapsody. Rami, Joe, and Gwilym had already been through a couple a few minutes ago.

And he’s has a raging hard-on.

He knew he should have never had looked at his phone in between them, he usually doesn't, but he wanted to check if Ben was doing okay in Paris for the new movie he was shooting.

Buzz

Ben sends a picture and a text on phone. Curious as Gwilym was he opens it and immediately regrets it.

Love of My Life

*picture*

bought a little something here at Paris ;)

12:55pm

The picture shows off his neck down wearing a pair of thin lacey white panties and black stockings with white lace trimming on top that went around his upper thighs.

Gwilym lets out a small gasp and immediately presses the bottom to lock his phone. He looked up to see if the guys noticed him in shock, but they were busy chatting to each other waiting for the next interviewer to come in. He then coughs to clear his throat, trying to make it so nothing had happened just now.

Jesus Christ. Why did he even look at his phone for?

He feels another light buzz from his hand. He knows he shouldn’t check it.

Love of My Life

*picture*

saw it in black too

*picture*

1:02pm

Gwilym feels like he is having an asthma attack. All of the air in his lungs got sucked out of him when the second image on his phone popped up.

Ben was wearing the same pair of panties but in black. He was wearing the same stockings also having black lace trimming. What was different this time was that the stocking and the underwear were connected by black garters.

Garters. Fuck.

He grabbed the water bottle that was on the side table next to him and took a sip.

Okay. Fine. A big gulp of water. His mouth was dry.

The second picture was the worst for the brunet. It was Ben, on his knees, leaning against arms that were in front of him, and sitting on some couch. The picture was taken from behind showing the roundness of the blond’s bottom. The pair fitting really nicely around it and another pair of garters were connected from behind as well.

Just the thought on Ben on his knees with the set on, waiting for Gwilym to get home just to pull the lacy pair aside enough to put his hard cock into him. Ben letting his high pitched moans out of his mouth and filling the room with his and Gwilym’s grunts as he thrusts into Ben. Seeing his cheeks red from his hand slapping them. Looking at his muscular back full of love bites and long red scratches all the down to his ass from Gwilym.

And no one else.

Brings him here. To have a full-on erection and a dry mouth.

He then proceeds to cross his legs and takes another drink from the bottle.

“Hi, guys! Nice to meet you all!”

The voice of the interviewer comes across from him. He quickly looks up and then down again at his phone and turns it off. The man puts his hand out to Gwilym and he takes the hand to shake it. Gwilym and the rest reply to the interviewer.

*

It’s been only three, two-minute interviews and Gwilym feels like its been six hours.

He just wants to text, call, whatever Ben back. He wants to tell him that he should have not been teasing the brunet like that so he’s hard throughout the whole press interviews.

“You good, Gwilym?” He hears his name and he looks over at his friends looking back.

“Uh yeah, I’m okay. I’m just exhausted.” He clears his throat.

“What did you do last night? Stay up all night?” Joe asks, smiling.

Gwilym remembers last night pretty well. It was very late since Ben was seven hours ahead of him and the brunet was wide awake. So awake, Ben and he were talking. Well. More than just talking. The brunet was stroking his cock while he was shamelessly dirty talking to Ben over the phone.

“Right when we get home, I’m shoving you down onto your knees and making you choke on my dick then I’m taking you right there. There on the floor.” He could hear Ben whining and mumbling ‘yes, sir’ on the other line.

He was huffing his name loudly on the other side of the phone just coming along with him.

This flashback only just made him even harder.

“Something like that, yeah.” Gwilym chuckles a bit back.

Then the next interviewer comes in.

*

His erection was no more at this point. He has opened his legs for a couple minutes relived just not thinking about Ben and his little underwear hiding his hard dick in them.

Jesus.

“And that was the last one, guys.” The agent stands up from the chair.

“Thank god.” Gwilym sighed. Grabbing his phone from his pocket. He unlocked it and the picture of Ben sitting (so pretty he adds) on the couch is left on it.

“I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see that,” Joe looks up at Gwilym, frowning a bit. “but since when did you have a girlfriend?”

Great.

“Oh. Um. This-uh not very long. Maybe a couple of months.” Gwilym turns his device face down and stumbles his words talking to his friend.

“And she sends you those kinds of pictures?” Joe huffs.

“Yeah. He’s- she’s something.”

*

Gwilym opens the door out the car and thanks to the driver, rather quickly.

He couldn’t wait to call his boyfriend on the phone. He couldn’t wait to see his boyfriend in the pretty knickers he bought. He couldn’t wait to hear Ben.

Buzz.

Love of My Life

hey babe. you done?

I wanna play with you <3

2:56pm

He really couldn’t.

He takes the steps up to his hotel door and struggles to unlock it with the key. His hands are shaking. He shuts and locks the door behind him. Drops his keys onto the kitchen counter, rolls his jacket off his shoulder to hang it up on the coat rack and toes his shoes off next to the door then heads to the bed.

Gwilym taps a few on his cellphone, grinning.

Calling Ben…

Immediately he hears the ringing stop.

“Hello?”

“Hey, love. How you today?”

“Let’s just cut to the chase. I’ve been fucking waiting for you all day.”

Accept video chat?

Gwilym chuckles and clicks accept.

He sees Ben’s face and his head against the headboard. He’s biting his lower lip.

“Biting your lip huh? Already?” Gwilym’s little rectangle screen on the top right shows him smirking.

“Shut up,” Ben replies. “Wanna see?”

Ben’s camera moves towards the bottom of his torso. Gwilym could see his abs, pecks and his head.

Gwilym's starts rubbing the tent in his pants already half hard. “Lower.”

Ben smiles. Ben takes the phone and sits up. The brunet raises an eyebrow. “What are y- oh.”

The phone is stood up placed somewhere so you could see Ben’s whole body and his face.

And what he’s wearing.

It was the white knickers with the white lace trimmed stockings. Like the first picture, he sent Gwilym.

Gwilym’s mouth gaped open. A little stunned.

“You’ve seen a picture already. Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.” You could hear Ben’s voice echo a bit.

Gwilym shuts his mouth close and swallows. His mouth dry. “I know. You just look prettier than in the picture, love.”

Ben stands up and walks in a sultry manner in front of the camera showing his whole body. “You like it?” Ben has his hand on his left hip. Ben’s white lacy knickers engulf his hard cock. Gwilym nods and rubs a little harder on his erection. “Wait. Watch this.”

Ben backs up from the phone to show even more of him on the camera. He then turns slowly. Finally reaching his backside, Gwilym can see Ben’s round bubble bottom. The knickers reach only a third of the butt and the rest slightly bulging out from them. Ben reaches around and grabs his bottom to shake it little. It jiggles. Gwilym lowly growls as he sees it bounce.

“You like that?” Ben asks. Waiting for Gwilym’s head to nod. He then grabs a hand full of it and lets go of it to smack it. He jumps and gasps. It creates a pink outline of his palm. Gwilym watches as it turns in pink, his pupils grow bigger and his irises have become a smaller ring around it. “Sir? Gwilym?”

“Do it again,” The brunet commands Ben with a groan.

He does it again on the other cheek and he hisses louder. Ben’s hand hits it harder. Hard enough that it immediately turns red. Ben turns to the camera and he can see Gwilym already has his cock out stroking it slowly. His fingers wrapped around it. “What are thinking about?” Ben whispers.

“You,” Gwil’s answers back groaning a bit. Ben rolls his eyes.

“What about me?”

“I just got to my home. I open my door and hear some moaning coming from upstairs. I walk up to see you on my bed. Face down with your bottom up. I’m quiet watching you stick a dildo in you with those knickers down to your knees. Once you got it in, I walk in and startle you. I go on the bed and I’m right behind you. Telling you that you are a good boy waiting for me and trying to fit this toy inside of you.” Ben is already on his bed stroking his hand above his panties alongside with Gwilym.

“Fuck, sir.”

“I grab the pretty knickers and pull it up. Back onto your hips. It, of course, fitting nicely back on.”

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me?” Ben whines into his pillow, but still loud enough to hear him.

“No. You are gonna show me you are good enough to get what you want so you pull down my zipper and suck my cock. You would do so well, wouldn’t you?”

Gwilym could see Ben nod.

“What?”

“Yes. You know I would. I would suck your cock so well.” Gwilym can see the underwear have a dark spot right in front of the underwear making Gwilym grow harder.

“Then I wouldn’t be satisfied until your lips are red and your eyes are watery and can’t take it anymore.” Ben takes the underwear and slips it down far enough to tuck it under his balls and gets his fingers around his cock.

“I would flip you around and onto your stomach. I would wait a minute to just look at your ass in these knickers 'cause it looks so damn sexy. I pull the lace aside and see the toy plug you up. It’s huge. God. I’m so proud of you trying to put it, but you need something else. Don’t you?”

“Yes. I want you. I want your cock.” The blonde’s fingers travel behind him and into his crack.

“I pull out the dildo and see you so open. Jesus. So beautiful. I take my hands and spread your cheeks wider. You know what happens next.”

“Uh huh,” Ben already has a finger in him to the knuckle.

“My tongue teasing you then into your heat. Opening you up, making it wetter just for me. All me. Your ass tastes so good. I could eat you all day like candy love, but you don’t have all day? You want me to fuck you? You want me to put my cock into you and fuck you hard.”

“Yes. Yes.” Ben has two fingers in and out of his ass. He wants Gwilym to say the words already. He wants him to fuck him already.

“Earn it.” Gwilym roughly says. He wraps his hands tighter around his cock. “You have to earn it.”

Ben knows exactly what he’s talking about and he’s not all above doing it just to get what he wants, “Sir. Please. I-I want you to fuck me. Please. Take me hard. Please. God. Your cock in me now. I’m your slut. I bought these knickers for you. Just for you. Please fuck me.”

“You are a slut. You are so naughty for sending me those pictures. I got so hard whilst talking to those people. I wanted to focus on the questions but all I could think of was you and those pretty lacey knickers. You are so much trouble. You hear me?” Ben whispers a 'yes, sir’ “I shove my dick into you not giving a second for you to adjust. I hear you whine high and loud for me when I thrust into fast. I want you to feel this. I want you to feel me all week. Walking around the movie set limping for me.” The brunet’s eyes shut knowing it was time. “I’m so close, love.”

“Me too. Fuck.”

“Every time I see you reach down to your dick, I’m going to slap it away. You can’t come yet. You are such a naughty boy. You understand me?”

“Yes, sir. Okay.” Ben hisses. He can feel him on the edge. Heat building up in his stomach.

“I pull out of you and see your hole red. Wet from my spit and I want to come inside of you. Fill you up full. I take the toy and plug you up again. My cum inside of you. I’m in you all the time now. Jesus. I’m going to come.”

“Please. God. Can I come? Please, sir?” Ben is pulling on his red tipped cock waiting for the word for his release, rambling his words. “Baby please?”

“Come for me, love. Show me that you miss me. All over those knickers. Come on,” Gwilym commanded also stroking faster along with Ben. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

That did it for Ben. He came onto his fingers and on his white panties. He cries high and then bites his red lips. Gwilym also gets it on his hand and then huffing with his chest heaving.

“I love you too,” Ben responds minutes after they both release. The brunet smiles into the camera.

“I miss you so much. How long do I have?”

“Six more days. Six.”

Gwilym groans, “I can’t wait that long.”

“It’s weird. Usually, press tours don’t take that long. Why is that?” Ben questions.

“I don’t know. It is very confusing.”

Gwilym smirks, looking at his luggage all packed up then at the clock in the hotel room.

Waiting four more hours to get on the plane to Paris.

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HC's on how the captains would each react to finding their s/o wearing nothing but their captain's coat and their favorite lingerie underneath

Oooo! Fun ask! This is just what I need tonight! Enjoy!

Shunsui Kyoraku - Slow grin, slow stalking you. If you are draped on the bed or his desk, he’s going to start at your feet and work his way all over you with his hands and lips. He’s going to tease you physically and verbally until you are ready to rip any clothing off yourself and him. But, he’s not gonna let you. He’ll just shift what needs to be shifted to get to what he wants and what you need. Don’t bother counting orgasms, Shun recovers fast and can keep on going for long stretches when he takes it slow. And he always takes it slow. Expect to be very busy for the rest of the night. I hope you ate well, because your next meal will be breakfast.

Sui-Feng - She’ll smile, a light blush dusting her cheeks. For someone so tiny, she does a damn good job of completely covering you, hands and lips desperate on your skin. She’ll leave only the haori on you while she licks, kisses you to the edge of orgasm. Then she’ll want to kiss you deeply as her fingers bring you blessed release.

Rose Otoribashi - Slow smile, will stalk you around the living room couch like a predator. He’ll let you stay ahead just enough to keep out of his grasp because he likes the chase. Once he’s got you, every stitch of fabric is coming off. He’ll rip your lingerie (he likes the sound), and you’ll probably have some marks where the fabric pulled against your skin before it gave way. Then he’s all over you with hot kisses and hard, fast orgasms that keep you from coming down for a long time. You better have some stamina!

Retsu Unohana - That lovely smile of hers is a trap. She’s about to punish you good for wearing her haori and teasing her with the lingerie she loves to see you in. She’ll coo while your ass turns pink under her attentions. When the soothing starts, you shake right down to your bones. She’ll tease you through that lingerie until you beg, then she’ll tease just a bit more before giving you release. She likes to hover close while you moan or scream, drink in the power of the orgasms she rips from you.

Shinji Hirako - His eyes will widen a bit, a grin will start, and then a quip is quick  on his lips. He is a tease physically and verbally. He’ll use just his hands to roam over you so his mouth is free to tease and talk dirty. You’ll beg just for a kiss, and that’s what he’s waited for. Once he gets what he wants, you get what you want. Then it’s all about how many ways he make you sigh, squirm, and squeal. He’s another one that will rip your lingerie off and just leave the haori. He’ll use it to restrain you, keep you right where he wants you and just how he wants you to look so the beauty of your orgasms are on display for him.

Byakuya Kuchiki - One elegant brow will lift. He’s planning, don’t be fooled. He’s about to test the limits of your control. He’s big on aesthetics so not one stitch of clothing is coming off of you – or him, he won’t tell you, but the minute your skin slides against his, he’s a goner, he has to be inside you. It’s vital to his control that he keep that barrier. He’s a master at slow, sneaky orgasms that ambush you. His kisses will make you feel drunk; his hands are magic – pure witchcraft. His mouth on you anywhere is delicious sin. He’s another one that will use the haori to restrain you while he takes his time drawing out all the wonderful sounds that drive him crazy. His pleasure is always two-fold, he gets off on your pleasure and knowing what he did to you then he physically gains release as he once again drives you into more orgasms with his body.

Sajin Komamura - A deep, low growl will start. His eyes will glitter. Be prepared for the overwhelming kiss he’s about to deliver. His hands will be so gentle, a sharp contrast to near savage way his mouth is going to practically devour you. Hold on tight to those massive muscles or rich blonde hair because he’s going to make you cum until you beg him to fuck you. Even then there will be a barely contained wildness. His eyes will bore into yours the whole time and he will growl his affections between your moans.

Lisa Yadomaru - Big, happy grin. You just gave her a present and she will open it with relish! She’s everywhere – hands in your panties, mouth on your nipples, then mouth in your panties and hands on your nipples. She wants it all. She’s so excited she’s practically buzzing. Once she settles down, you’re in for a treat. All that porn she’s consumed leads to her choice of how to make you cum – hard and fast, or slow and easy. She usually opts for a combination until you have to wave her off so you can catch your breath. 

Kensei Muguruma - Really wicked grin. You can just about see his plans taking shape as he surges toward you. Once his hands are on you, you get lifted by that haori so he can crush your mouth under his. He’s strong enough to hold you against him with one arm and strip off your panties with his free hand. You better pick the location where you want to be fucked before he walks in the door, because wherever he catches you, that’s where you are getting nailed. And, there’s no such thing as a quickie with him. The oral alone seems to last forever. His stamina once he’s inside you is unbelievable. Enjoy the dirty talk that you’ve inspired and the demands for your orgasms and that you’re his. By the time he’s done with you, you will be a quivering mess with a big, happy smile. 

Toshiro Hitsugaya - The auto-response, reflexive scowl will show first. He might even scold you for wearing his haori – he takes his position as a captain very seriously. But, I like to think as an adult he relaxes a bit. Like Byakuya, Toshiro appreciates aesthetics, so the overall effect is not lost on him. Make no mistake, seeing you in lingerie gets him hard instantly – add in his haori and he’s painfully aware how much he likes it before he’s ever touched you. He’ll take his time touching you, kissing you, dragging his mouth over every inch of you while his eyes burn you with intensity. His power will crackle along your skin like little bits of ice raining down. He will make you cum over and over before he removes one stitch of clothing from either of you. Once he does, it’s an avalanche of pleasure that sweeps you both away.

Kenpachi Zaraki - Big, wolfish grin. Grunt. The lingerie is getting shredded, I hope it wasn’t expensive. It will hang on you in tatters, completely ignored while he works you over from mouth to pussy and back. Hands, lips, tongue, fingers, he wants into you in every way to make you make those erotic sounds he loves so much. He’ll use that haori like a sex swing while he fucks you. His strength is phenomenal and he can suspend you for long periods without much effort. He will get so excited and caught up in you that his control over his reiatsu will slip enough that you feel it dance along your skin. Don’t hold back, he loves you to scream when you cum. The wilder you are, the higher his pleasure will soar.

Mauyri Kurosutchi - 99% of the time he’ll scoff and scold, call you silly and tell you to take off “that ridiculous outfit.” But, there is that 1%. His head will tilt to the side, assessing, bullet points in his mind as to what he’s about to do to you from start to finish – along with a statistical estimate of how many orgasms you will have. The lingerie will be slowly sliced off with some sharp instrument. If he’s feeling frustrated that you aroused him when he didn’t want to be, he’ll manually just rip it off. What follows will vary depending on his mood. Most times sex is just another experiment to him with the bonus of an orgasm at the end. He’s figured out orgasms on a chemical level and most times will just use that on himself since it saves time. I know everyone thinks he’s got a low libido, but I think it’s more about time management than lack of desire. For him to take the time to engage in the act of sex means you’re something really special because nothing is more valuable to him than his time. Of anyone in the Seireitei, he’s got the most extensive knowledge and arsenal of methods of achieving orgasm. It’s a measurable science – chemical, tactile, and psychological. No one has a clue why you stay with him. If they did, they’d be queuing up for his orgasm potion. 

Jushiro Ukitake - His eyes slowly widen as his mouth forms an “O”. Those eyes roam all over you, head to toe. A sweet smile and a sexy chuckle are hiding the power of the sex god that is Jushiro. He’s a master. He knows himself and the limits of his control. That means you get treated to a lot of slow, sensual foreplay. We’re talking hours here. He knows how to use his hands and mouth to keep you hanging on the edge of orgasm until it nearly breaks you. He will have you so mindless with pleasure you’ll try to give yourself relief, but he won’t let you. He’ll use kido to keep your hands away while he goes back to touching, kissing, and licking you. He knows that as sweet as it to tip over into bliss, it’s the moments just before that that are truly the sweetest. This man will teach you what words like “raptrue” and “ecstasy” really mean. Just keep in mind that while it feels like divine torture, it’s really love. Jushiro is so loving he can’t help but translate that into every touch. It’s what makes him unique among men and whats make you love him so much. 

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Scene Week || Mercedes/Malia

Who:  Malia Fabray and Mercedes Jones @mercedesajones Where: Mercedes’ room  When: Friday 5.17 Class(s): Sub 101, Switch 101, Ouch That Stings Notes: Light impact play,  teasing, orgasms 

Mercedes was excited to do a scene with Malia, it was different with her than with everyone else, she really liked talking to the girl, and she enjoyed Malia's off brand kind of humor. Getting a chance to be the Dom in this scene with her, was something that ignited something in Mercedes. Setting up her room the way she wanted, she checked the time, Malia was due soon. They were going to take a few ideas from her classes and from things that she wanted to do just to try it out. Checking out herself in the mirror, she wore a purple lace corset with matching boy shorts and black heels. Covering herself with her black robe, she allowed her hair to fall over her shoulders and used light makeup to finish her look. she was ready and now it she just had to wait.

Malia was buzzing in anticipation all day. When Mercedes had brought up the prospect of a scene with her, she'd been nothing if not mysterious about it. On one end, it excited Malia, but on the other, it was worrying. It was something unfamiliar and new, especially given the fact that this is the first time she's scening with the girl. When she got done with her classes, she made her way to the submissive dormitories to get changed into "something sexy" as she was ordered.  Eventually, she found herself in front of her closet, mouth agape, unable to make a choice. Eventually, she settled on some deep purple lingerie and she wore a long coat over it before heading to the domme's suite. Upon her arrival, she knocked on the door a few times, foregoing a goofy shout or greeting since she wasn't sure how the scene would be playing out.

Hearing the knock on the door, Mercedes checked herself out once more, before opening it and smiling upon seeing Malia. "Why dont you come on in and make your way to the bedroom." Mercedes said, moving to shut the door as the blonde walked in. She followed the girl and smiled as she circled her, dying to see what she was wearing under the coat. "Before we get started beautiful I need your safe word and your limits."

Malia grinned. "Okay, okay, I see we're gettin' right to it." She chuckled lightly as she walked into the suite and made her way to the back, looking around the room to take note of the setup. She was a very nosy girl, she couldn't help it. She also didn't miss the way she was being oggled by the other girl. It was flattering and it definitely incited a light blush to pinken her cheeks. "Uhh, let's see, I'm a big fan of the stop light system, so I guess technically red would be my safe word. Limits include ageplay, anythin’ with body excretions like piss, vomit, and shit. Also, hard pass on needles." She listed off, turning around to face Mercedes. She brought her hands up to the front buttons of her coat, unbuttoning slowly, starting from the top.

Mercedes nodded, moving to her massage recliner and sat down listening to the girl. "I don't think we will have a problem with any of those." Watching Malia's hands go to her jacket Mercedes smirked. "Go ahead and show Diva how sexy you are." It should have been odd but Mercedes felt at home telling the blonde exactly what she wanted. " Take the coat off and turn for me slowly."

"Dope." She mumbled, a grin curling her lips upwards. She could tell the girl was getting into Domme mode and chills ran up her back, goosebumps following quickly after. Body thrumming in anticipation, Malia followed her directions, taking the coat off and turning for her, clad in just the lingerie at this point. "Like that, Diva?" She questioned, a signature brow quirked.

Mercedes watched Malia and licked her lips. "Mmm hmmm just like that Puddin'" she said with a smirk. Using the newfound nickname. Standing she walked over to Malia. With her heels she was slightly taller than the blonde. Going behind Malia she leaned in, moving the girls blond hair away from her ear slightly. "Tonight, we are going to have some fun, and if you are good, you will get to cum." She said softly. "If you are really good, you will get to cum more than once." She said softly brushing the girls bare shoulders. "I want you to go into my room and bend over my bed. I really want to enjoy the view of that ass."

Malia beamed at the praise and couldn't help the amused look on her face at the nickname. At the prospect of being able to cum, her brows shot up a little. At the prospect of cumming more than once, her eyes widened too and she nodded lightly. "I'll be really good. I'll try. " She added as an afterthought, "I hope.  I'll do my best." She said with a sense of finality. Being good wasn't something that came easy to Malia, mostly because she was the type of girl who required instant gratification, regardless of permissions granted. When she was dismissed, she made her way to the bedroom, trying to configure in her head how best she could set herself up for Mercedes. What was considered good, here? In the end, she opted for just the middle of the bed bending down so that her palms rested against the mattress, ass out. She looked over her shoulder, if only so that she could look at Mercedes, in all her Domme glory.

Mercedes walked into the room, heels clicking against the floor as she removed the robe and sauntered over to the bed, "Good girl, we can have some fun in this position. You get a reward/" Her hands immediately went to Malia's ass and squeezed. "Mmm you are sexy you know that?" Slapping Malia on the ass, she moved to her dresser where she had all her toys. "I think first. I want to make you moan. and then I might let you make me moan." She grabbed the purple and pink feather tickler and slapped it again Malia's ass, then she ran it up her left leg, over her clothed core and back down her right leg.

Malia let out a light gasp at feeling of the other's hands on her ass. Then another at the slap, her hips back into the touch a bit, silently asking for more. "Well, I certainly try." She waited in anticipation as she heard Mercedes move around the room. A shiver ran up her back in response to the light touch running along the expanse of her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to at least reign herself in a little bit and to not seem so....touch-starved. Malia was very capable of becoming a desperate mess but she couldn't deny the underlying need for defiance, especially with regard to her hidden submissive nature. "Please, Diva." What she was asking for, she wasn't even sure

Mercedes moved closer to her, slapping her ass again before using the feather once more. She could see the subtle movements from Malia, letting Mercedes know she was on track with teasing the girl. "Please what Puddin? Use the feather?" She asked, teasing her core with it. "My fingers?" She asked running her fingers over the girls already wet pussy lips. "My mouth?" Moving closer, she ran her tongue over the exposed skin of her thighs. "If you want Diva to make you feel good I need to know what you are begging for beautiful."

Another gasp escaped at the slap resonating through the room. The arousal was very quickly settling in her belly and she subtly squirmed at the wetness between her legs. "Anything." She managed to choke out in the midst of dealing with the other's teasing. "Your fingers, mouth, anything, Diva." She said desperately, squeezing her thighs together.

Mercedes smiled loving how already Malia was falling apart. When she noticed the girl closing her thighs together, she slapped her ass with her hand. "No no Puddin, Diva didn't say you could close those legs." Squeezing it again Mercedes sighed. "See Diva is so torn, she doesn't know what she wants to do to you first? Use my fingers and get to taste how sweet i bet you are? But seeing you on this bed makes me want to get out the strap on I was given as a gift for coming here and just have my way with you. I know I can do all but I am just so greedy." She said moving her hand to Malia's core and rubbing her pussy through her panties.

Malia whimpered softly at another spank. Out of the light pain or out of arousal, she wasn't entirely sure. But she mentally added impact play into the list of things she was into. "Fuck." She muttered, "Sorry, Diva, I'll be good. I'll try. " At the prospect of Mercedes donning a strap on and fucking her into oblivion, a shock of arousal traveled down her body. She became impossibly wet at the thought of being filled and fucked like that. "A strap on?" She breathed, pushing her hips backwards to chase after the other's touch. It was a pleasant pressure, but it was still so teasing, it bordered on torture. Malia was so not used to having to wait.

Mercedes smiled hearing the apology, and then seeing how much of a mess Malia was, it was so empowering and she was so drunk on the power. "Mmmm oh yeah. Let me show you." Mercedes said moving away from her, she grabbed the vibrating strap on and smirked moving in front of Malia. "This is 8 and a half inches of pure pleasure. She said pushing the purple dildo in front of Malia. "Is this what you want? For me to Fuck you with this?" She pulled Malia up so that she was perched on her knees. "Why don't you show Diva just what that tongue does, Puddin." she said.

Malia followed the girl's movements until she was perched back on her heels, looking up at the girl, mouth watering as the prospect of feeling the 8 and a half inches of pure pleasure inside her. The prospect of tasting Mercedes though-- that was a mouthwatering situation all on its own. "Ye--" Her voice cracked beneath the haze of arousal and she had to swallow before starting again. "Yes, Diva, I do. I want it so bad." She pulled a lip between her teeth, worrying it lightly before clasping a lithe hand around the dildo. "Do you want me to show you what my tongue can do here? Or..." Her fingertips abandoned the strap on to settle on the girl's inner thigh, moving upwards until she could brush the pads of her fingers softly along her slit. "...Or here?"

Mercedes saw Malia's eyes and knew they were about to have a lot of fun. When Malia admitted she wanted to show Mercedes what she could do she shivered slightly as her fingers went to Mercedes core. "Oh you are a naughty girl Puddin, but right now, Naughty is oh so good." She said moving into Malia's touch. "So eager to please your Diva." She reached around Malia's neck and pulled the girl's lips to her own and kissed the blonde deeply. Pushing her tongue through the part in Malia's lips, she tangled her tongue against the girls as her own hands went to Malia's breast. After kissing her breathlessly, Mercedes pulled back slightly. "Diva wants you to do what feels right for you Puddin, but I will tell you, if you can get me to scream, I will fuck you with my tongue to warm you up and then use that big dick to fuck you  so hard your legs will be jelly."

For a moment, Malia thought she was going to be scolded, but when Mercedes finished her statement, a grin broke out at the reassurance. And the next thing she knew, she was being pulled into a searing kiss, her lips pushing back against Mercedes with just as much fervor before they parted. Her eyes still closed a moment and mouth agape, she let out one breathy word "Wow." She hummed lightly, opening her eyes to look at the girl. "That's quite the challenge ya got there, Diva." She stated, maneuvering herself on her knees to where she could easily just crane her neck and have her lips and tongue on the girl's pussy. "I accept the challenge." She simply said, holding eye contact with the girl as she moved her lips to the girl's thighs, kissing upwards until she was met with the cloth of the girl's boy shorts. Malia promptly worked to remove them and finally, pressed her lips against her pussy, licking a broad stripe upwards. She moaned lightly at the taste.

Mercedes went in to kiss her again lightly. "Oh its a challenge that I have no issue keeping as long as you make your Diva happy. I can't wait to taste you," She said as Malia moved to get herself into position accepting Mercedes challenge. As she stepped out of her boy shorts,  she moved back into position, with her heels it made the position easier. She moans softly as Malia started immediately. The moment Malia's lips touched her core, Mercedes closed her eyes. "That's right Puddin, make your Diva feel so good."

Malia began to please Mercedes as if her life depended on it. For a few moments, she disregarded her clit, settling for teasing her slit and then toying with her hole with her tongue, pushing the tip of her tongue inside. She hummed at the taste, causing vibrations against her pussy. When she could tell the other was coming to the edge and just needed that littttlee push forward, she moved upwards to give attention to her clit, sucking gently.

Mercedes had gripped herself on the bed feeling her legs go weak at Malia's actions. God this girl was eager to please and Mercedes was excited to let her. "So good Puddin', oh that feels so good." She was pushed closer and closer to the edge, her toes starting to curl, her hums turning to soft moans. The moment Malia went to her clit, Mercedes closed her eyes. There was no scream, just absolute pleasure as her body stiffened. She shivered as she pushed Malia down on the bed. "So close Puddin' lets try again." Mercedes reached for Malia and cupped her breast.  "Let the real fun began." she said as she pulled the flimsy lace down and sucked on the pert nipple.

The other girl's moans were like music to Malia's ears and she reveled in it. She wanted to please her, to make sure she felt as good as possible. And it was occurring to her that maybe it wasn't just because she was looking for her own happy ending, that it was actually because she wanted to please the domme. Malia gave Mercedes a smirk as she was pushed to the bed. That smirk quickly twisted into an expression of surprise and arousal as hot lips enveloped her nipple, a groan slipping from her lips. "Diva, can I take these off? Please?" She breathed, referring to her own panties sticky with her arousal and the thin cloth covering her breasts still.

"Oh I love to hear you beg Puddin" Mercedes said with a smile. Her tongue swirled around the girls nipple before she stood up and smiled with a nod. "You may take them off. I want to see all of you beautiful." Mercedes moved back to let her removed her clothing.

Malia beamed at Mercedes, sitting up to remove the offending clothing, sighing happily when she was free of them. She looked up at the other girl, locking eyes with her. "Where do you want me, Diva? How do you want me?" She asked, chasing after that need to please her. Chasing after the praise, some indication that she was doing good, that she was good.

Mercedes licked her lips moving to the bed in just her corset and heels. "Lay on the bed, spread your legs for me." She said moving closer. "Don't keep quiet either, if it feels good, let me know, if you wanna scream, scream loud for me Puddin, then maybe you can cum over and over again."

Malia's heart was hammering in her chest in anticipation. She nodded lightly, to show she understood what she said, "Y'know, Diva, I don't think you'd be able to keep my quiet if you tried." She laid back, and spread her legs, shuddering at her wet pussy being exposed to the cold air. "Unless you were to gag me, of course." She smirked at her own after-thought.

Mercedes climbed on the bed and smirked. "Gagging you, hmmm that sounds intriguing," She ran her hand down over Malia's breast, pinching the nipple as she did, before making it to the apex of her thighs and swirling her index finger around the girls clit teasingly. Leaning in, her mouth latched onto the girls nipple. biting and pulling gently with her teeth as she pushed her index, then middle finger into Malia's dripping pussy lips.  Creating a rhythm with the two fingers, she swirled her tongue around the girls nipple over and over as her fingers moved slightly faster.

Malia's back arched up off the bed, head thrown back in pleasure when she felt the girl's fingers fill her. A moan slipped from her lips and she pulled her lip between her teeth, biting down lightly. After pleasuring Mercedes, Malia had become impossibly wet and so very sensitive to touch. She hissed lightly, feeling her wet tongue against her nipple. She grasped the sheets beneath her, clutching onto them tightly. "Please, Diva, more." She groaned, bucking her hips upwards desperately seeking more of anything.

"More?" Mercedes asked with a smile. She released Malia's nipple with a pop and removed her fingers from Malia's core. Hovering over the girl she kissed her deeply, both hands on the girls breast, squeezing them tightly. She released Malia's lips and kissed her way down to the girls thighs. Spreading Malia's legs wider, Mercedes went right to her core. giving her one long lick then teasing her clit with her tongue.

Malia nodded enthusiastically and with fervor. A moan that came out more like a whine slipped from her lips when their lips met. And when she felt the girl's perfect lips on her wet heat, she couldn't help but cry out, immediately bucking her hips upwards at the teasing.  "Yes, please, more, Diva, I gotta cum, please. I can't take it."  Malia pleaded, hands clutching tighter at the sheets.

Mercedes moved her tongue faster around her clit, sucking and licking her pussy feverishly before abruptly pulling away. "Wait you gotta cum? Should I let you cum? Are you my good girl Puddin?" she asked licking painfully slow. "How good did my pussy taste?" She asked licking again. "How bad do you want me to fuck you baby." she licked again then again and a third time before pulling away. "Tell me how bad you want me to make you cum Malia, beg Diva to get you off?"

Malia probably could have wept when Mercedes pulled away, only to return to tease her. She whimpered at the loss and squirmed a little. "Yes, please, Diva, I am your good girl, please make me cum." Antsy, she open and closed her fists a few times against the mattress. "So good, its the best. Please, fuck me."  Another  broken, pathetic whimper. "I need you, Diva, I need you to make me cum. Please?" She panted softly, chest moving up and down with every inhale and exhale.

Malia sang the tune Mercedes wanted to hear, loved to hear and didn't know she needed to hear. She smirked looking at Malia. "Oh you can cum Puddin." She said as her mouth went back to her slit. Shoving her tongue deep inside of Malia's pussy, she gripped the girls thighs, making quick work of getting the girl to cum. As soon as she knew the wave hit, Mercedes worked feverishly. She didn't let up. No, Malia wanted to cum and Mercedes was going to let her. Her tongue moved rapidly still inside of Malia until it was replaced by her fingers. Moving to Malia's clit, Mercedes worked it over and over to get the girl to cum more than once.

"Fuuck" Malia moaned loudly, back bowing off the mattress again, toes curling and everything as her first orgasm approached a few moments after the attention on her clit. She was so very close to the edge earlier, that it didn't take much. When Mercedes didn't let up and pushed her through her sensitivity, she cried out. It was almost painful. That is, until it started to feel good again and she was pushed through her second and then a third orgasm very quickly followed. A light sheen covered her body, her cheeks rosy as she panted through her words. "Diva, I can't, not another." She was extremely sensitive and every touch caused her to hips to jerk.

The screams were music to Mercedes ears, the girl had three orgasms and Merce was tempted to give her another just because she could. But the night was far from over so instead of going back in for round four, Mercedes placed small kisses on the girls pussy lips, then gently kissed her way back up her body, once she met the girls lips, she nipped at them, tasting the sweat from what just happened as well as both of their essence on her lips. "I will give you a break, though I am far from done with you. but right now. Your Diva is missing your sexy lips between her thighs. I am so wet from your taste I need to cum again." She said.  "But I still want access to that wet and pretty pussy of yours so I am gonna lay on my back and you are gonna get on top of me, shoving that pussy right in my face. And at any time I feel like you aren't giving me what I need I am gonna fuck you with my mouth or tongue and make you aum before you are ready."

Malia nodded vigorously and eagerly. Her movements were also nothing if not eager. "Yes, Diva, I understand.  I'll give you whatever you want and need, promise." She nodded once, with an edge of finality to her words. Once they moved into position,  effectively  in a 69 position,  they got to work. Malia didn't fail to take advantage  of the situation, returning the same teasing treatment  to Mercedes. She flicked her tongue at the girl's  clit a few times before using the flat of her tongue to lick a broad stripe along her soaking pussy.  She couldn't help but moan at the taste, mumbling against her wet lips, "Mm, Diva, you taste so good."

Mercedes gripped Malia's ass with both hands as the girl started to work. "Good Girl. Mmm Make your Diva feel so good." She said raising her hand and licking her slit playfully. She knew that Malia was still sensitive and loved making her squirm. "Not as good as you Puddin." Mercedes moaned out.

Malia smiled against the girl at the praise and worked even harder to get Mercedes to cum again, moving her tongue and lips expertly against the wet heat of her pussy. The lick against her cunt caused her to hiss and she briefly brought her mouth off of the girl, wincing at the sensitivity. The sensitivity would pass in mere moments, she knew, but at the moment, it was barely bearable. After a shiver, she moved her tongue and lips against the girl's pussy, paying extra attention to her clit to drive her into a frenzy.

if she was evil she would lick again, just to make the blonde squirm, but Mercedes was feeling too good. She gripped the girls thighs and moaned out. "Just like that Puddin'! You are doing so good, such a good girl." she said slapping the girls ass. "You have such a beautiful ass Puddin' I just wanna fill that tight hole with my finger

Malia moaned quietly at the thought of feeling Mercedes fill her ass. And then her thoughts went to Mercedes fucking her with a strap-on and filling her ass at the same time. Another desperate whine resonated from the back of her throat at the thought and at the praise as she licked and sucked eagerly at the domme's pussy.

She was close, so close she knew she could fall over the edge at any moment. Moaning out she could tell that Malia loved the thought of Mercedes filling her and she pushed her middle finger into Malia's tight ass as her hips thrust to meet the girls mouth. "Fuck right there Puddin'! Thats right fuck me so good baby girl." Mercedes moaned moving her finger faster.

Malia was more than happy to continue her ministrations against the girl, tongue working feverishly to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Meanwhile, the feeling of Mercedes filling her ass compelled her to push her hips back into the movements, moaning against the girl's pussy at the sensation.

Mercedes couldnt stop the wave of pleasure if she wanted too, which she didn't, she screamed out shoving her pussy into Malia's face. "Puddin'! Roght there, keep going, dont stop!" She said as her toes curled  "Dont stop I wanna cum again." Mercedes said not wanting this pleasure to spend, as she finger fucked the girls ass.

Malia didn't stop. She didn't falter and she wouldn't have dreamed of doing so, with the filthy words falling from the girl's lips, one after the other. Not to mention, she was sure if she stopped, whatever the reason may be, Mercedes probably would have stopped what she was doing as well. And in her state of mind, Malia just couldn't have that, so she kept going moaning as she helped her through her orgasm, and several more.

Mercedes came a second time body shaking at the feel of Malia and her lips. Throwing her head back, she rode out the orgasm, eyes closing her eyes enjoying the small after shocks. After a few minutes she removed her finger from Malia's ass and squeeze her thighs before moving the girl off of her. Mercedes sat up and smirked at the blonde. "That was amazing. You are eager aren't you? I would go with the dildo but I can still see your legs shaking. So lets just lay together and I will take care of you aka your after care and then we can pick this up another time?"

Malia was a little disappointed she wouldn't be fucked into absolute oblivion tonight. But she understood. This was her first scene week, it was probably best she took it easy. She nodded softly with a soft sigh, moving to curl up with the girl

Once Malia was in her arms, Mercedes moved her hair out of her way and smirked. "Wait til next time Puddin." She said knowing the girl might have been a little disappointed. "This was nothing compared to what I really want to do with you." She held the girl closer, moving her hair out of her face, she rubbed the girls arms and legs wanting to relax her. She wanted to do more, but the fact that she knew they would have more time to have more fun, it made Mercedes not want to rush. Want to take her time. Malia was someone she wanted to take her time with.

[edxwin-elric]

Jealous

Royai Smut Week: Day 6 “Uncanny timing.”

Theme Q: Anywhere But The Bedroom

Rating: MA/nsfw (Smut)

Pairing: Royai/Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 2259

Title: Jealous

Description: Royai One Shot

Roy is supposed to be providing Riza backup on an undercover assignment when his jealousy gets the better of him.

A/N: I hope you guys like this one! Thank you for all your support and comments! I live for those.

@royaismutweek

my rsw18 tag || ffn || ao3

day 5: gloves || day 7: burning

Roy

My jaw clenches tight, and my knuckles turn white around my glass, the whiskey inside doing nothing to calm my rage. This mission has been going on for over a week, and the entire time, I’ve been suppressing my irritation. Now, though, the reality of it is being thrust in my face, and my restraint is dwindling fast.

I watch the two of them from my seat at the bar in burning silence, fighting every instinct I have—all of them screaming at me to stop this at once. I should never have approved this assignment. It was Havoc’s idea, and I was put on the spot. Refusing would have raised questions, but I’m the commanding officer. I could’ve shut it down without giving a reason.

Paranoia got the better of me. Even if I didn’t need to explain myself, not doing so would invite suspicion, and I can’t risk that. Not with everything I’ve already sacrificed to get to where I am.

My head turns at the sound of her laugh. It’s musical and soft. She has her head tossed back, making her blonde hair flutter around her shoulders. One of his hands slides into it, his fingers soiling the beautiful waves. My jaw cracks, and I force myself to drink, if only to distract myself. It doesn’t work.

I stare at them, fuming. She doesn’t even shrug him off. Instead, she gives him a look. A fucking longing look. As if she likes it—him touching her. Bile rises in my throat, and I feel my head start pounding. Still, I can’t look away. She reaches out and puts a hand lightly on his arm, and he smiles at her. I want to punch all of his teeth through the back of his skull. I glare them down, breathing heavily through my nose.

“Another?”

I wave the bartender off without a glance. I’m supposed to be working, so the few drinks I’ve had are already too many. I’m here as her backup, but I’m failing at it.

Suddenly, he looks past her to a business man sitting at a table across the room from theirs. He leans in and whispers in her ear before kissing her cheek.

Bastard.

I relax slightly when he rises and begins moving away from her. As soon as she’s alone, her eyes come to me, and I instantly school my expression. She jerks her head toward the back hall, and I nod, taking a final sip of my drink before following her—at a safe distance to avoid attracting attention.

“He’s useless,” she announces as soon as the door shuts behind me, leaving us in a poorly lit storage room. “He hasn’t said a single thing about–”

I turn the lock with my thumb and face her.

“No, I’m sure he hasn’t,” I cut her off, my ire lacing my words. “If anything, I’d be surprised if he managed to get two words out that weren’t flattery or an attempt to get you into bed.”

“What?” she frowns, looking shocked. “Why would you say that?”

“Because,” I reply instantly, stalking over to a rusted rack of shelves. “He’s been overtly coming onto you for the entire evening.” I glance at her and then away. “It’s sickening really. Especially since you seem to welcome his advances.”

“Welcome his… I’m supposed to get close to him,” she comes back, defiantly. “That was the whole point of–”

“Well, you’re a little too close,” I snarl at her, spinning around. “Are you even after the information? Or is this just some tryst for you?”

“Tryst? I… That’s just…”

“Tell me, Lieutenant, are you attracted to him?”

“What? No!” she cries, stepping back. “I just–”

“Just what?” I frown at her.

“Doing my job.” She glares at me, and I scowl. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think…”

“You’d think what?”

“You are, aren’t you?” she murmurs.

“Spit it out, Hawkeye.” I sigh loudly.

“Sir, are you…jealous?”

I shut my eyes and clench my teeth. Dammit. She knows me too well. So much that trying to lie would be futile.

“Of course, I’m jealous,” I mutter softly.

She gasps quietly, and I feel her step toward me.

“Don’t you know…” I look up at her, meeting her wide eyes. “Don’t you know what you do to me?”

“I–”

“How I feel about you? That I—” I slam my fist again the wall. “I should be the only one to touch you. To make you wet. No one else should have that. It should only be me!”

“It is.”

Her voice is so quiet…at first, I think I imagined it.

“What?” I squint over at her, finally feeling the effects of the whiskey.

“You are the one who…makes me wet,” she announces, her words bouncing around the dark room. “He never… I would never go that far for a mission,” she goes on. “Not unless you asked me to.”

“I…me?” I blink.

That’s not possible. Is it? She can’t really feel the same way, can she?

“It’s always been you,” she keeps talking. “There isn’t anyone else.”

She takes another step toward me, and my back hits the wall.

“Lieutenant, I–”

“Riza,” she murmurs. “In my fantasies, you call me Riza.”

“Riza,” I choke on her name, my head stuck on the word “fantasies.”

“When I touch myself, I think of you,” she whispers against my throat, and whatever self-control I have left vanishes.

I turn her quickly and pin her to the cinderblock behind her.

“I want you,” I tell her hoarsely. “Right now.”

“Yes,” she concedes, grabbing my shoulders. “Please, sir.”

I fist the fabric of her skirt and yank it up to her waist, revealing her black lace panties. For a second, I see red, thinking of her wearing such sexy lingerie while sitting next to that jackass, but then she grabs my hand and pulls it down between her porcelain thighs. Moisture and heat spill over my palm, and I look up at her face.

“You did that,” she murmurs, rubbing herself against my hand. “Only you.”

With that in mind, I tug the strip of fabric aside and begin exploring her satiny folds. She gasps and leans back against the wall, completely at my mercy. Soon, her legs are slick with her wet and so is my arm. I’m tempted to toy with her until she comes, but my throbbing cock is pressing painfully against my fly, and if I don’t take care of it soon, her panties won’t be the only clothing that’s wet.

With one hand, I undo the button on my pants and lower the zipper. With the other, I pull the soaked underwear down her legs until it’s tangled at her knees. I watch her bend and remove the lace completely before standing back up, her skirt still bunched at her waist, her pretty pink pussy on display for me.

“Hurry, sir,” she urges. “We’ll be missed.”

Shit. She’s right.

“Get ready,” I tell her, grabbing her hips and hoisting her up, her back against the wall.

“I’ve been ready,” she gasps. “I’m always ready for you.”

I grunt my response as I reach down and free myself from my boxers. I hear her suck in air through her teeth, but I don’t pause. Instantly, I’m lined up with her narrow opening, the tip of my erection cushioned by her swollen lips.

“Do it,” she demands, her hands gripping my shoulders firmly.

And then I’m inside her. Her pussy squeezing tight around my hard cock. I brace an arm on the wall by her head, and I hear her panting softly.

“Don’t stop now,” she breathes. “Please. It feels so good.”

I drop my hands to her ass, holding her steady as I begin to pump inside of her, thrusting up hard into her hot channel. We’re pressed for time, and I’m so desperate to have her, I’m already feeling my balls tightening. I’ll burst at any moment, so I’m in a rush to get her there.

“Roy,” she gasps. “I…”

She’s close. I can tell from the tiny whimpers she keeps biting back, but she isn’t close enough. Continuing to thrust deep, forcing her back to slide up and down against the wall, I shove my hand up under her blouse and yank the flimsy cups of her bra down, finding a nipple with my fingers.

She yelps in surprise and then mewls, pushing her chest out, giving me better access. I tease her expertly, tugging at the tight buds and squeezing her small mounds. Trailing my fingers over them lightly. I switch back and forth between breasts until I feel her pussy spasm around my shaft.

Good. Finally.

“I’m about to blow,” I grunt into her ear. “You with me?”

“Almost,” she whines. “I just…”

“Fuck, Riza. Get there.”

“It’s not… I can’t…”

I curse internally, fighting my impending orgasm, and slide my hand out of her top only to shove it between her legs, searching desperately for her clit. I know when I find it because her whole body locks up.

“Oh God!” she wails, her head going back.

I rub at the hard nub vigorously, ramming my hips into hers until—

“Oh-oh! I…I’m coming!” her voice is weak as she moans into the darkness, her pussy clenching violently around my dick.

I slam into her one last time, and then I’m finished. I explode like a geyser, groaning into her neck as my hips jerk wildly against her. I feel our mixed fluids running down my cock, dripping down my balls, coating her between her legs.

When I finally feel it end, I pull back and look up at her. Her face is red, and her clothes are a mess, but she has an afterglow.

Fuck. I did that.

“I…” She glances at me and looks to the side. “I loved that,” she confesses.

“Me too.” My voice is hoarse as I slowly slide out of her, setting her on shaky legs.

“I…need a towel.” She shifts awkwardly, the evidence of us still trickling down her thighs.

“Here.” I turn around and grab a clean looking rag off a rack on the wall. “I’ve got it.”

Before she can protest, I kneel in front of her and start wiping her off. When I’m done, I toss the rag on the ground behind us.

“Um, Colonel?” she voices softly as I stand, tucking myself back into my pants.

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

It feels a little strange to refer to her so formally after what we just did, but still. She is my adjutant.

“What happens now?”

“Your assignment is finished for the night,” I tell her gently. “Go home and get some rest.”

“I mean…” She avoids my eyes, busying herself with fixing her clothes. “What happens with us?”

“Nothing,” I answer honestly. “Officially, this never happened. You’re my subordinate, and I’m your C.O.”

“Unofficially?” she whispers, swiping her discarded underwear from the floor and slipping them into her clutch, the sight of which makes my spent cock start to harden again.

“Unofficially…” I reach out and slide my fingers into her hair, caressing her cheek. “You’re mine,” I tell her quietly. “And this is only the beginning.”

I watch her eyes brighten even in the lack of lighting before a knock on the door interrupts us.

“Sir? Are you in there?”

Havoc. Dammit.

“Macon left in his town car,” he goes on through the door. “Lieutenant Hawkeye hasn’t checked in, but she wasn’t with him.”

I clear my throat and cross to the door, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Riza is decent before I open it.

“We’re both in here,” I announce casually, as I exit the room. “This was the best place for us to meet given the crowd out there.”

“Oh.” Havoc blinks and looks into the room just as Riza comes up behind me, sliding past him in the doorway.

“He didn’t give us anything,” I go on, adjusting my uniform jacket. “We’ll regroup tomorrow. We’re through for tonight. Send everyone home.”

“Right…” he answers slowly and looks between the lieutenant and me.

“Something wrong?” I give him a firm look.

“Oh, no,” he replies quickly. “I thought… Nevermind.”

“Goodnight, sir,” Riza ignores him, murmuring softly to me before she brushes against my arm on her way down the hall. I see Havoc smirk, and I bite back my response until the lieutenant is safely out of earshot.

“What?” I demand as soon as we’re alone.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, mischief flickering in his eyes. “I just thought I noticed something strange about the way the lieutenant was walking. Maybe I imagined it.”

I feel my face blanch before I frown and narrow my eyes at him.

“Watch your damn tongue, Lieutenant,” I snap at him. “Or you’ll be doing grunt work for a week.”

“Of course, sir.” He straightens, his face going blank. “I apologize.”

“Have a goodnight, Havoc.” I turn to walk away when his voice reaches me.

“I’ll be satisfied if it’s at least half as good as yours, Colonel.”

I whip my head around to tell him off, but he’s already disappearing out the backdoor. I let out a frustrated noise and head the opposite way. My car is parked across from the front entrance, so that door is the most convenient.

I’m pissed at Havoc for being so damn observant.

Still… He wasn’t wrong. I had a very good night.

And I have plans to have many more.