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Heâs So Mean đ„”
Warnings: rough sex! Vaginal sex! Praise & Degradation! Choking! Oral sex!(m)! Daddy Kink! Dom/Sub! Chokehold! Doggy style! Rough oral(m)! Huge Size difference!!! Obviously unrealistic but oh well!!
18+ Minors Do Not Enter !! 18+
Summary: Thinking of the Meanies of One Piece đ€đ„”đźâđšđ€€đ„Ž might be self indulgent who knows lol đ€
Characters : Zoro! Eustass! Doflamingo! Akainu! Sir Crocodile! Smoker! Law! Whitebeard! Katakuri! X Female! Reader
*New Author's Note: Copied from my previous blog! I love when I find my old works!! Thank you to everyone who reblogged all my old stuff cause I love finding it all !! Thought I was gonna have to rewrite this whole thing again lol so I'm super happy that I found it *
Zoro âïž & Eustass đ
The ones that have you in a head lock as you sit on their cock, their lips nipping your ear as they give you brutal encouragement.
âLove fucking this pretty cunt you got!â His voice growling in your ear making your cunt drool even more. Juices dripping down your folds to land on his heavy balls. âSloppy ass pussy.â He groans nipping at the lobe while you whine with watery eyes.
Lips sucking under your ear softly were a total contrast to his tight hold, your gelled nails clawing at his iron grip. âEven this cunt knows who the fuck it belongs to huh?â
âY-yes~!â The position he had you in was tight but not as tight as the way your walls held onto his massive cock. âUh! Puh~lease~!â The appendage hitting deeper than you ever thought possible, making you choke out whimpers. âS-so go~od~!â
âDamn right my dick is good.â Heâd laugh with a wide grin pressing against the side of your face making you whine in the back of your throat. âBut your pussy ainât so bad either.â
âFu~ckme~!â You sobbed out in bliss at the feel of his muscled legs pumping up into your sopping heat. The sounds your soaked cunt made were embarrassing to your ears but silently you loved it. You couldnât believe how wet he was making you.
âAlready am. Ha! Look~I fucked you silly!â He barked out a laugh before clicking his teeth, âAwe so cute baby~â He tauntingly cooed, making your eyes roll back thighïżœïżœs quivering. Both cumming so deeply to the vicious taunts and your wet walls.
Doflamingo đŠ© & Akainu đ
Or the ones that give the meanest back shots. Ass so far up in the air with your hair pulled in a makeshift ponytail due to the tight grip of their fists pulling.
âFucking whore.â He says through gritted teeth as his other arm is pinning your arms behind your back holding you in place.
Rough lips leaving harsh love bites against your neck. âYouâd better take every inch.â His voice raspy as his cock bullies your cervix like no tomorrow. âOooh fuck~â Youâd whimper cutely when heâd lift your head up so he could look at you.
Loving the way your mouth hung open with drool hanging sloppily like the fucked out whore he wanted you to be. âPerfect.â
Thatâs the face he loved to see when he came but not yet- no, he never rushed. So fucking your gooey walls deeper and harder, he kept up his pace. Your ass rippling with each pound of his strong hips, your body screaming at the weight of him on top of you.
Caging you in like a tower of strength that he used to split your pussy open. âMaking such a mess. You dirty slut just look at you. Ugh~ Itâs incredible.â
âCumming~!â Youâd whimper making him laugh as heâd tug on you hair harder. Biting at your lower lip making you hiss before he gave a devious grin.
âWho said you could?â The laugh heâd give seeing your pout was bone chilling yet it made your pussy flutter with desire.
Wetness pooling out making you moan and scream even more, his cock punching your stomach so sweetly. He was a cruel man but he left you a trembling puddle underneath him.
Body bruised and ass red at the end of the night but it was worth it every single time when you heard the whisper to you, âRest love.â
Sir Crocodile đ, Law & Smoker đš
What about those scowling meanies that are actually complete teases playing daddy behind closed doors.
Grumpy pout or stoic expression completely erased and switched to something of total mischief. Lips spilling out sweet praise as he pressed your legs to your chest, the strokes were ridiculously deep but torturously slow.
Gasping and begging for more you lay underneath them, back bent so far your ankles weâre practically by your ears. âDaddy~â Youâd whimper for the first time with tears leaking from your equally shocked eyes.
âWhat was that?â Heâd taunt you, making you bit your lip, hands coming to cover your face in embarrassment.
With quick reflexes though heâd quickly pin them above your head. âHey princess~â He would coo back looking down with a wide grin that had you clench his cock tighter. âOh donât be like that. Come on-Shit! Say it again, doll.â He would groan out and to most it sounded like a beg but it was far from it.
Using his other hand to rub insanely fast at your sensitive nub causing your legs to shake, âUh! Fuck! Oh -fuckyes-! Daddy~!â Your screams were stolen from your throat by the feral assault his fingers were committing. It made you dizzy and fall in love, going cock drunk with each deep stroke.
âThatâs my pretty girl. Takinâ daddyâs dick so good~â Heâd moan as his eyes drifted down to the sweet cream your pussy was dripping out for him. Collecting some on his thumb to rub faster on your swollen clit.
âLook at your cunt swallowing me whole.â Hips suddenly taking on a more frenzied speed at the gooey contraction your walls were making. Milking his lengthy cock that had you whimpering and panting for air.
Eyes glazed with the sight of your tight walls sucking him in, knees to your chest squishing your jiggly breasts together. âFuck sweetheart you take daddy so fucking well.â
âAh! Itâs s-so big~fuck~!â You whine trying to look in his eyes but fail as your eyes roll back with a loud moan. âYeah I know you can handle it though.â
âRight there daddy! Pleasepleaseplease~daddy!â Youâd babble with broken moans and screams making him chuckle.
âDaddyâs girl likes it right there huh?â Heâd smirk as heâd lean down to capture your lips, relishing in the way you squirmed at the deeper angle. A scream flooding his mouth that he ate, hips drilling you so amazingly deeper than before.
Leaning back slightly after the heated kiss he grins down with a promise, âWell then just relax and take daddyâs cock like my good girl? Iâll make you feel real~ nice.â
Whitebeard & Katakuri
Or the insanely sweet meanies, the unrealistically gigantic ones that took weeks to slowly get your body used to them.
âT-to~Ah!-mu-uh-ch~!â Youâd croak out with a hoarse throat that had the man smile fondly moving hair from your face.
âJust a few more okay. Youâre taking it really well dear.â A soft smile of reassurance making you literally melt in his touch, âOooh cumming~!â
âVery good Y/N. Very good ~â Smiling proudly at the way you were squirting on two of his insanely large fingers and palm.
The day you even gave them head was a whirlwind that lead to your throat being wrecked. Fingers tangled deeply in your locks as saliva drenched your face and chest.
âOh dear c-careful love.â He warned as he resisted the urge to thrust into your tight heat. He could probably kill you with it and thatâs a chance heâd never take.
You wanted to bring him pleasure hell you wanted to feel something more but he was soâŠ
Huge
Licking up the entire length with cute eyes, wrapping both hands and pumping his length as best you could had him moaning deeply.
âEasy little one.â He warned when he noticed you trying to hover above him. âNo way.â Heâd tell you and youâd respect it and continue.Â
Sucking and licking making him hiss at every gag and gurgle your tight throat was doing. Trying to swallow every last drop his cock gave when he started to cum but nope.
Hair, face, tits, were drenched and it made your pussy the same. You wanted him so bad. But you also adored his care to keep you safe.
So after more time you finally got to take the tip which had you screaming all night long. You felt amazing to him even without him being fully inside of your tight heat. âTaking it well loveâ
âBreath- thatâs it little one.â He would coo to you when he first entered again but deeper with a new angle.
âAh~! Fuckfuckfuck! Fu~uhh~ll!â You'd moan and the gargantuan man would smile as he rubbed at the bulge in your tummy. âLook at you~â
It didnât matter how big you were they were bigger and they gained confidence in the fact they were so large.
Cock protruding your stomach unbelievably so, but it had you drooling. Giant meanies who canât even kiss you cause theyâre so big.
Fingers in your mouth as a way to send their love to you, knowing if they bent over theyâd wreck you. Though the thought was weirdly tempting.
âIt-bwig~uh~!â Youâd slur sloppily around their thick veiny fingers you loved. Kissing the tips of his finger in your mouth while a couple of inches of his cock kissed your cervix.
âI know little one, I know.â He would smile at your pleading eyes wanting to cum, silently begging him to take you there.
Large hands engulfing your breasts and kneading the flesh making you whimper around his digits. âCum with me Y/N. Go on little one.â
Hips shallowly rolling into your spongy cunt that threatened to pull his girth inside. It was a tight fit, and impossible fit, but it felt great.
Legs shaking as your pussy squirt over his monstrous cock, screams of his name leaving you. Choking on moans and his large fingers as he drowned your pussy.
Cunt overwhelmed and filled to the brim with sticky cum as you quivered with rolled eyes. How could any man resist?
âAh~!T-o much!â Cries would fill the room as his hardness would push his cum further into you.
Going deeper thanks to your relaxed walls and his copious amounts of spunk. âI know love, but you feel so good I know you can take just another inch.â
Thumb caressing your cheek sweetly with eyes full of love that had you nodding your head rapidly. âY-yes please!â Youâd whine making him smile.
âI love you so much.â âŠokayâŠ
Maybe he wasnât so mean.
#one piece#He's So...Series#one piece smut#cw some heavy kinks read the damn warnings!!!#honeys works đŻ#one piece headcanons#one piece x female reader#one piece smut headcannons#x female reader#roronoa zoro smut#eustass kid smut#doflamingo smut#akainu sakasuki smut#sir crocodile smut#trafalgar d water law smut#one piece law smut#smoker smut#one piece smoker smut#whitebeard one piece#one piece whitebeard smut#one piece katakuri#one piece katakuri smut
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amab masc!reader x switch!soap
Letting rottweiler!hybrid!Soap ride you as you do some paperwork. He's been following you around all day, even more touchy than usual: resting his chin on your shoulder whenever you're not moving; clinging onto your hand or arm constantly; crawling onto your lap and nuzzling his face into your cheek if you sit down. Pouting at you that he's hungry or cold - knowing that you'll give him a snack bar from your pocket and wrap him up in your jacket at his first complaint.
He follows you into your office, his hand clutching yours as he whines that he's bored, headbutting your bicep affectionately as if he were part-cat rather than part-dog. You turn to him, watching him kick the door shut then pulling him into a hug, lifting him up a couple centimetres off the ground to make him laugh, his tail wagging. Giving him a quick scratch behind the ears first, you pull his face to yours, kissing him tenderly, hands moving to cup his cheeks, your thumbs stroking against his stubble.
Feeling him kiss you back with much, much more intent than what you had initiated, his tongue prodding at your lips eagerly, little whimpers against your mouth prompting you to part them. Gentle kisses quickly turn into making out, Soap's fingers shaky as he tries to undo his belt, fiddling with it until you had enough and moved your hands from his face to swiftly do it yourself, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his hips, breaking away from the kisses to help him out of them - and his boxers - fully. Your heart beats fast at seeing how hard he is already.
"Gotta do paperwork, love," you faux an innocent smile, pressing a tiny kiss to his cheek and leaving him standing in the middle of your office to go sit behind your desk, sliding a file to the centre of it and flipping to the page you need. Surprised to not hear a chorus of whines and incoherent protests, you glance back up at him - feeling your heart melt a little at the sorry sight in front of you.
He's standing there half-undressed, big, sad puppy eyes fixed on you with the most pitiful expression on his face you think you've ever seen. His tail is slightly tucked between his legs and his sweet floppy ears are slack. He lets out a soft, low mewl upon catching your gaze.
"Here, pup. Didn't mean to make you upset," you apologise, leaning back in your chair and patting your thigh, smiling gently at how his tail immediately starts wagging as he trots over, straddling your lap and nibbling at your earlobe adoringly. Your breath hitches as he starts to grind against you, letting out tiny, needy sobs, trying to free your own aching cock from your trousers.
Kissing his jaw tenderly, you take off your belt, then unbutton and unzip your own trousers, pulling them down only enough for your hard-on to poke out of the slit in your boxers. His tail wags eagerly, whacking against your knees a little, and you put your hands on his hips, guiding him to slowly sink down on your cock, both of you groaning at the feeling.
"That's it.. good boy, puppy," you murmur almost absentmindedly as he adjusts, his head falling to rest on your shoulder. You slide your hands up his body til they're resting under his t-shirt on his ribs, gently rubbing up and down to soothe him. "Stay quiet now, love, alright? Let me get on with these documents."
He nods, wrapping his arms around your neck and clinging to you, muttering out a "yes sir" and pressing small kisses to your skin. You reposition yourself so that you can see your desk again, one hand picking up a pen and the other resting on his clothed back, fingers curling to grasp his shirt when he starts to move. Muffled whimpers and moans seep into your neck from where his mouth is attached to it, sharp dog teeth nipping slightly to get you to buck your hips a little.
"Can't concentrate when you do that," you breathe out, eyes flickering as he sucks a hickey into your skin. He hums in response, moving faster on your cock, lips still latched to you. "Fuck- Soap, love-" voice becoming gruffer as you get close to your climax. Hands move to hold his shoulders so you can kiss him again.
"C'mon, sir-" he pants, and your eyes snap open before immediately rolling back as you cum, hips twitching upwards as you sigh out a moan. You can feel his tail bashing your legs as he rides you through your orgasm, then shakes and collapses onto you as he has his own.
After a moment, you crack open an eye, catching his as he looks up at you, still sitting on your cock, his head on your chest. "Been a while since you called me 'sir' during sex, puppy," you smirk, reaching a lazy hand up to pet his mohawk. He grins in response, reaching up to give your jaw an open-mouthed kiss.
"Aye, sir," he flirts, squeaking as he feels you start to harden inside of him again.
#eughhhh idk how good this is#i'm very tired and a bit disoriented in general#i missed rottie soap though sooo here#rottweiler!hybrid!soap#cw smut#cw pet play#cw sir kink#cod smut#x male reader#x masc reader#x amab reader#cod men x male reader#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#soap x male reader
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it's Saturday and you know what that means, it's time for My mutts injection! possibly one of My favorite days of the week, getting to lay it down and fuck a needle into their ass and always for its own good! â€ïž I think I would make a great doctor, don't you? I basically have a phd in mutt psychology anyways.
#my mutt#bd/sm pet#injection#transmasc#trans nsft#cw needles#t4t#t4t content#t4t lesbian#ftm t4t#bd/sm dom#needle play#Sir#i sell content#bd/sm daddy#testosterone#gloves#medical kink
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One Piece TCG really got Buggy out there bootblacking for his Doms, huh
#what a time to be alive#one piece#one piece tcg#cross guild#buggy d clown#dracule mihawk#sir crocodile#cw kink#<- mentioned
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Oh my god- Crocodile in the last chapter? Oh I'm blushing, kicking my feet up, rolling around in bed for daddy đ©đ© can't believe I started reading this fic for the guild and now I want Crocodile for myself and Buggy and Mihawk can have their fun đźâđš (no but seriously I love this fic with all my heart) xx
Thank you so much!! đđ I really didn't mean to get here. I didn't even have a daddy kink before writing Numbers Game, but now I would do some deplorable things for the chance to call him that.
Seriously, I don't know what kind of witchcraft happens when I start writing for characters that I'm not already obsessed with. Sir Crocodile owns my brain now, and I'm glad I'm not the only one enjoying this man. I am entirely unwell đ„Ž
#sir crocodile#sir crocodile x reader#i literally think about him all the time#đđ#numbers game#turtletaub responds#anonymous#x reader#cw daddy kink
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Iâm having so many thoughts about corruption/teaching with Welt I cannot cope. I just know heâd be so agonisingly slow and patient and unflappable while showing you how itâs done, while in his own head marvelling at how soft and warm and shy you are and how determined he is to make you scream his name-
Iâm fine. (Is not fine)
you are so right, anon. just something about a patient man willing to wait, to guide you slowly through everything, to make sure that what he teaches you is nothing but pleasure . . . until you canât think straight, until all you know is his voice and gentle murmurs and praise of how well youâre doing, thatâs right - and to think he is doing it out of the goodness of his heart, indulging you in your little crush - when the truth is that welt has been imagining what youâd look like at his mercy from the moment you stepped foot on the express.
#nat.txt#hsr posting#always had a strategically placed book or table in front of his crotch when youâd come rushing up to him full of#bubbling questions and bright eyes#excuses himself to jerk off when you fall over yourself to bring him tea and babble out âsirâ and âmr yangâ#catches a glimpse down your shirt or up your skirt and sketches it from memory the moment heâs alone#heâs guilty about it but . . . oh that look in your eyes. that secret crush nurtured like a flower about to bloom#how easy it would be for him . . . and how quickly you would let it happen#heâd make sure it was like your daydreams. your naivety is so appealing. heâd let you keep it for a little longer#not sfw text#corruption kink cw
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itâs so funny that blood is one of my biggest kinks but also one of my biggest triggers and then also making myself bleed is my favourite form of self destruction
#original<3#suggestive<3#tw kink#cw kink#tw blood#cw blood#tw sh#cw sh#tw self harm#cw self harm#Like sir what are we????đ#It really just depends on context tbh
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iâm kneeling at his feet as he places the pill on my tongue. pouring the water in my mouth, he grabs my hair and encourages me to âswallow like a good girlâ
#about last night đđ€đ€€#new experiences#with Sir đ„°#đ throuples therapy lol#me#corruptiongremlin#cnc kink#bd/sm kink#drugs cw#tw drugs
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amab masc!reader x bot!price
Sure, he's your superior, but if Price gets you that hard whenever he calls you "sir," then who are you to deny him some role reversal?
And yeah, maybe you both realised it was a thing by accident, when he sarcastically said "yes, sir," just to be a little bitch, but the way you blushed and had to adjust your trousers certainly didn't go unnoticed, and it's not really his fault that he had to call you into his office later anyway. I mean, he could've avoided teasing you, calling you "sir" even then, but what's the fun in that?
Especially when it ended up with him pressed against the wall, one hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as you fuck him senseless, leaving hickeys high enough on his neck to be visible whatever he's wearing, pulling his hand away to hear his cute little begs and whimpers as he wanks himself off as best he can whilst you pound into him.
Breathing heavy when he calls you "captain," even though you're nowhere near that rank. His hole clenching around your dick, milking your cum from it and making him fall into you when you loosen your grip on him. Whining that he's not cum yet, pouting when you take his hands and pin them up against the wall again.
"Please, Captain, sir," he sobs, hips bucking against nothing, desperate for friction. When you reach a hand down, light touches to his cock to tease him, he cries out a far too loud "please," forcing you to shut him up with your mouth, sharing kisses as you move your hand up and down til he cums all over it, his teeth biting your lip as he moans out a final "sir," whimpering and leaning into you tiredly.
#revision?? who's she#gonna write more price role reversal stuff#ughhh i like reader's rank being (generally) up for interpretation though#reader tends to be a sergeant always :(#but then theres like. 4/5 sergeants and 1 lieutenant in fics??#anywayyy#cw smut#cw sir kink#cw power play#kinda? its not really power more just name i guess#john price#john price x male reader#john price x gn!reader#x amab reader#x male reader#cod men x male reader#john price x reader#john price x you#cod x gn!reader
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I donât know if this makes me weird, but I started watching blue lock because of your amazing writing! And I fell even more in love with Rin, isagi but⊠what do you think of ego? Uhhh idk why but his intellect, sports savvy, his do what I tell you attitude⊠whew đ«Š
Once AGAIN I am indebted to you đ„°đ„°
naurgfhjf please this is such a nice thing to say !!! we need more bllk babes in this fandom đ ohmygdojdhshs ego makes me incoherent tbh .... i had my mind completely changed when i read rekha's amazing smut piece for him like he's so scrunkly, pale and sick looking he's a prime candidate for tumblr's next simp-worthy man </33 i think he definitely has a sir kink (hear me out) ... he's knowledgable, strategic and is a master puppeteer so ofc he throbs all over when you show him a bit of deference đš every time he opens his mouth i literally lean closer to the screen to pay attention like "yes sir, i'm listening intently sir" đ„Ž
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DO NOT CALL BILLY DADDY. he will be turned off. thanks you reading this important william henry loomis lore.
#& gaslight gatekeep ghostface ( ooc )#he answers to sir but that's about it#also he does NOT have a mommy kink#just cause he has mommy issues does not mean he has to have a mommy kink#idk why i am posting this but YEAH#daddy kink cw
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I was trying to save it as a draft instead I publish it and went to get a nap:/, it's fully written this time :Dd
CW: NSFW, stepcest, Dom Price, daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, blowjob's, grinding, I have no shame(again)
Price knew he had his work cut out for him when your mother introduced you two, hearts in her eyes blinding her to the offended look you threw his way. You didn't have the heart to tell your sweet mother she was delusional if she thought you'd have a father son relationship with a man you didn't know. You made that clear to him with firm and harsh wordsâ that he's not your father, he's just the third exception in the long list of boyfriends your mom has.
And Price? Price just smirks, seeing your actions as a painfully obvious cry for attention from an older man. He's sympathetic, it's not your fault you never had a masculine figure in your life to straighten you out, but fuck if his cock doesn't twitch at the thought of taming a brat, of teaching you to be an upstanding young man he knows you can be.
He can't throw his weight around while he's not yet married to your mother as you'll just throw it back in his face, voice just at the edge of mockery when your mother forces you to apologise. You mean to insult him without her noticing, but to Price's ears it just sounds as if you're tempting him to put you in your place.
Price starts slow; his hand wandering and groping your thigh under the dinner table, amusement glittering in his eyes as he casually chats with your oblivious mom while you're stuck silent, too headstrong to openly call him out and not wanting to make a scene. He jokes with you, calling you a moody teen when you refuse to help him with one thing or another, only to begrudgingly do it when your mother orders you to.
And Price takes great pleasure in 'correcting' you when you inevitably mess up â "What's the matter, son, need daddy to show you how to do it?" He purrs as he steps behind you, broad powerful frame trapping you against the desk, wide chest pressed flush against your back. The low purr in his voice short-circuits your brain long enough for his paw like hands to settle over yours, guiding your arms to show you how it's done while your mind struggles to process his half-hard cock brushing against the curve of your ass. And when you absentmindedly do the task correctly he leans in to whisper "Good job, my boy." in your ear, leaving you be before your frazzled brain can notice your confusingly hard cock or become angry at him.
Their wedding is a fancy traditionall affair, no expenses spared. He doesn't even feel bad about the small dent in his wallet when he sees you in that suit he'd ordered specifically for you, his eyes raking across every line and curve of your body as the suit hugs you in just the right way. You're stuck as the ring bearerâ because of course you are â forced to fake a smile and bear his gaze because this is a wedding damn it and your body needs to stop getting hot when he looks at you like that; like he wants to lay you down on the altar and devour you.
After their marriage you act as if nothing's changed, he's just your mom's husband now. And you try your best to ignore him, to distance yourself, to spend as much time out of the house as you can because you can't stand the way your dumb animal brain wants to lean in every time he touches you, the way you get just a little hard when Price brushes a hand on your thigh or grips your hip to keep you still.
Then a golden opportunity falls into Price's lap when he, while he's looking for the phone charger you'd borrowed, finds your stash of weed. He and your mom had been planning to go on a date, but she got called for work and Price had been left to his own devices.
Your mother would kick you out if she found out you smoked weed, so your heart all but leaps to your throat when you come back to see him sitting on your bed, mock disappointment on his face as he holds the little bag of weed in his hand. "Up for a bit of gardening are you?" Your hear the grin in his voice.
For a second you contemplate feigning ignorance, maybe running away to live at a friend's house, or even telling your mom that he planted it, but you know it's no use; she'd believe the sky was green if he told her, and nothing you could say would change her mind. So you swallow the bile and anxiety building in your throat, squaring your shoulders like you're about to go to war and ask, "What do you want?"
"Relax lad, I won't go tattling on you." Amusement dances in his blue eyes as Price leans back, legs spread to purposely make your eyes roam down his body to latch on to the prominent bulge in his pants. You watch his mouth move but no words enter your ears, your mind burns with the way a bit of his unruly and thick chest hair peeks out beneath his unbuttoned white shirt, the buttons of his waistcoat straining to contain his bulk.
You kick yourself when you feel your mouth go dry, focusing your eyes on that one hole in your wall behind his head because you know he knows what you were thinking. "What?" You ask as a way of returning to the conversation.
"Poor boy. Is there something on your mind, son?" Price chuckles, pride burning in his chest at how flustered you are. "I said I won't tattle," He hums and slips the bag of weed into his waistcoat pocket. "But I do need to punish you. A young man shouldn't be disrespecting his ma like you are." Then before you can think of a comeback, before you can think at all, he pats his thigh. "Come here, over my lap."
Your brain freezes, glitching like an ancient computer; the last time you'd been in someone's lap, you were six and the guy was a mall Santa. "What the fuck?" Is the only thing making out of your throat, more of an instinctual reaction than anything thought out.
"Language." He chides, as if he doesn't use it himself. "You need to learn your lesson. So either get over here and take your punishment like a good boy," He purposely makes his voice come out deep and rumbling, loving the way you shiver. "or I tell your mother about the devil's lettuce you've smoking with your chav buddies."
You bite your lip so hard you're sure you're bleeding, too many thoughts running through your head and the way he clears his throat makes it obvious you don't have an eternity to ponder. "Fine." You sneer with as much venom as you can muster, stomping over to him. You try appear tough, because maybe that'll make him back down, but Price has seen more than enough posturing from military brats to know one good session of reddening their ass is enough to put them in line. You'll be no different, but for the moment he lets you stand in front of him, already seeing the wheels turning in your head thinking of how you even get in his lap, let alone what he wants with you.
You don't have to think long before he just grabs you and throws you over his lap, one large hand on your back to stabilise and hold you down as you squirm. "Oh you fucker!" You growl, trying to get off to no avail.
"What did I tell you about language, son?" Price says, not rising to your provocations, leaning over your body to grip your chin. He tilts your head up, his lips brushing against your ear to whisper "These are the consequences of your actions, I know my boy can take them." in that low tone of voice he knows gets your brain liquifying into mush for a few minutes; enough for the hand on your back to move and slide your sweats and boxers down to just beneath the swell of your ass.
The need to fight back sparks up again the moment you feel his calloused palm brush against your bare skin, reigniting your struggle. "Hey, let me go you perverted piece of shit." You snarl as you attempt to squirm away, going so far to throw an elbow his way when all he does is laugh.
Next thing you know your hands are tied behind your back with his belt, a resounding 'smack' echoing through the house and your yelp coming soon after as your brain registers the slap. Price is heavy handed when it matters, the size of his palm leaving a large handprint on your reddening ass just from that one spank.
"How many times do I need to remind you about your language?" Price growls, not angry or harsh or cold, but firm, landing a matching slap on your other asscheek that has you biting your tongue to hold back your noises. "Is this what you wanted boy?" Each word earns you another spank, your ass quickly running out of spots that don't burn with pain. "For your daddy to put you in your place? Hmm? Show you how to act right?"
He uses a completely random pattern so you can never prepare, layering on several slaps on one spot in quick succession only to suddenly slam down on the other cheek, letting your brain forget about his original target just so he can see you squirm when he pinches your reddening flesh. It doesn't matter how many insults you throw his way or how much you squirm, he just continues on his mission to completely bruise your ass, his own hand tingling from the force.
The resounding 'clap' of flesh on flesh, the burning throbbing pain radiating from your ass down your legs and up your spine, the firm hand holding you down, forcing you to just take itâ it makes you flush with heat, embarrassment coursing through your veins, blood pooling in your mouth from how tightly you bite your lip, your resolve dwindling slap after slap.
Another spank is the final crack in your dam and you break, "I'm sorry-" just a small hiccup escapes past your clenched teeth, tears prickling your eyes and the fact your crying while strung over another man's lap just has humiliation nipping harder at you.
Price eases off almost instantly, calloused hand lovingly brushing against the inflamed swell of your ass. "There you go, my strong boy," He murmurs praises into your ear, his voice like a rough rumbling purr. "Learned your lesson, yeah?"
He smirks as you nod your head, gasping and hiccupping, finding you so handsome with tears and snot staining your skin. "Yes," You manage, whole body shaking from the abuse your ass had received.
Price chuckles, and the light slap against your burning ass he does is purely self-indulgent, "Yes what?" He asks, biting his lip at the way your ass giggles from the small impact, cock hardening up in his trousers at the way you whimper and try to squirm away. "Come on son, you know this," His voice is like a purr, his other hand tenderly holding your chin, thumb brushing away your tears. "Use that pretty mind of yours, clever lad."
You almost cringe at the next words that leave your mouth, but the need to escape further pain has you whimpering out- "Yes. . .daddy." You ground out, desperately trying to ignore how having to refer to him as that, has your cock stirring with interest. Damn you and your hormones.
Oh, if that doesn't get him hard, nothing will; the pathetic look in your eyes couple with the turmoil of having to submit to him making Price smirk. "Now that wasn't hard?" He shifts you to sit in his lap, brushing fresh tears as even the sensation of soft cotton against your tender rear has you hissing through clenched teeth. "You did so good, so I'm so proud of you." He grips your chin gently, tilting you up to look at him.
Price knows that punishment alone won't sort out your attitude, you need guidance, a firm hand to reward you when you do what he wants. "You were such a strong boy for daddy, is my boy ready for a reward?" There's a lilt in his voice, sweet like honey, words whispered against your quivering lips.
Your mind's swimming already, you don't get why your getting hard from him calling himself that but you are, pain and pleasure erasing most of the sense in your head. "Yes, sir."
Price beams at you, "That's my boy," He gives you a quick peck on the lips, smirking when you lean in to chase after him seemingly absentmindedly. "Trust me, yeah?"
You nod your head and don't fight against him when he carefully pushes you down between his spread thighs, your arms untied and laying limp at your sides. He cards his fingers through your hair as you rest your head against thigh, letting you breathe and recover from your punishment as he slowly unzips his trousers, his far cock springing up like a flagpole.
You feel your throat go dry as you look at it, eyes flickering up to peer at him. "Easy there," Price chuckles, sensing your hesitation, voice going soft and loving as he cards his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. "Let daddy guide you, yeah?"
You push out a "Yes, sir," and let him pull you by your hair until his tip is pressed against your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick at the small bead of precum, the salty taste and musky scent turning your brain just a bit foggy, your mouth opening when he tugs you closer to wrap your lips around his crown.
"There you go," Price lets out a pleased groan, shifting his leg until the fine material of his suit leg is pressed against your own aching cock, the muffled moan you let out making vibrations tease his sensitive skin. "You can hump against me all you want," Slowly he pushes you down just a few more inches, resisting to push you down to the balls despite how his patience strains from the feeling of your hot mouth. "Go on, give it a try son."
Your eyes fluttering shut you brace against your floor and grind down. God, you feel like a fucking dog humping his leg, but the soft silk feels like heaven against your flesh, low little moans forming in your throat with every buck of your hips. He moves his leg along with your movement, giving you a more stable thing to grind on, a shit eating grin on his features at the way you look so pathetic.
"Good boy, good boy." Price sighs, thighs closing as pleasure slowly crawls up his spine, pinning your head between plush muscle and fat. It makes breathing difficult, but something primal is set off in your brain when oxygen becomes a precious resource, drool staining your chin as you attempt to take more down your throat. "You're doing so good, you look so handsome like that," Price's praise is the cherry on top, making any thoughts of rebellion a distant memory, "You can more, can't you? Go on, take all daddy gives you."
You don't know how long it takes before your nose is buried in the wild bush of brown curls around his cock, your lips stretched wide around his fat cock, desperately trying not to choke when he's half-way down your throat "You're a natural at this son." He praises you, pressing his leg firmly against your aching erection as you hump him, messily trying to suck him off when the threat of orgasm hangs overhead.
You're sloppy and inexperienced, but Price can't help but think of how well he'll be able to train you when you submit so easily to his praise and gentle dominance, eager, so eager, for him. "Fuck, I'm close lad," He warns as you swallow around him, your precum having created a large wet spot against in his pant leg. "Just a bit more, you can swallow right? Be good for daddy."
You nod your head as best you can, your hands gripping his thighs for dear life as you suck on his hard length, your tongue playing with his slit and the prominent veins, but the thing that drives him over the edge is the fucked out look in your eyes when you look up at himâ
He holds your head firmly to his crotch, his hips bucking once, twice, three times before he finally cums, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. You gag, struggling to swallow all his spend, cum and spit drooling down your chin and throat. Price pulls you off and you gasp for breath, sputtering and coughing, lungs wheezing to catch air. He strokes your hair as you calm down, low saccharine voice muttering praises just for your ears.
Then Price's eyes go down to your still hard cock that's resting against his pant leg, so red and irritated, twitching and large drops of pre trickling from your cumhole. But you hadn't cummed yet.
A pleased smile stretches across his features. "You did wonderfully," He says. It does his heart in knowing you hadn't cum, that you can't cum without his permission. He leans down just enough to grip your hard cock in his rough hand, thumb pressed flush against your head. "How about daddy shows you how to use this properly, hmm?" He asks, swallowing your unabashed moans in a kiss.
And you, dumb animal that you are, can't do anything but submit.
thinking about price in a suit n shit n its tailored to his body n it strains against his broad body n ur stuffed between his thick meaty thighs, slobbering over his fat cock that's nursed down your throat and his voice is low and heavy, praising you n calling you 'my boy' and just bein a gentle dom hmmmmgngbgbgnf
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a/n: ohhhh my god, i finally finished this. it's been half finished for months but i did it!! hope you guys enjoy!
cw: fem!reader, dom!satosugu, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl), slight petplay (like if you squint really hard), fingering, manhandling, double vag pen., biting, squirting, creampie, oral f!receiving, overstim, aftercare, MINORS DNI
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satoru and suguru are the stars of your university.
they have it all â the looks, the grades, the girls (and guys). and in your shared BIO 141 class, better known as your human anatomy and physiology class, theyâre known for being top of the class, never having failed an exam. you, however, have been falling behind in that said class.Â
but it truly isnât your fault. you canât help that the two men sit at a perfect angle for you to gawk and stare at them for the entirety of class. yeah, itâs not your fault at all! in fact, itâs your stupid professorâs fault for placing the two pieces of eye candy directly in your line of view!
itâs tuesday again and your professor is rambling on about the limbic system or something of the sort. you donât really comprehend what heâs saying because it seems the two pieces of eye candy have gotten matching tattoos. a dark betta fish on suguruâs right bicep and a lighter one on satoruâs left.Â
you canât help but let your mind wander to how those arms would look holding you up as theyâre pounding into you. dirty words being whispered into your ear as you try your best to keep up with them. âsuch a good slut for u-â
your name being called out by your professor yanks you out of your trance. you blink twice, ripping your eyes of the two boys but not before they could catch you staring at them.Â
âi asked you a question.â
âs-sorry professorâ you wince at how silly you sound stuttering after being caught daydreaming in class.
your professor just sighs and instead of repeating his question, he tells you to stay after class to meet with him. you can feel the eyes of your classmates boring into you, the immature snickers make you want to go back to your dorm and stay there forever.
or better yet, go to satoru and suguruâs shared apartment and let them fuck the embarrassment away.
you shake your head in an attempt to refocus your attention. before you can tune in to what your professor has to say, you see satoru and suguru steal a quick glance at you and whisper to each other.Â
âgojo and geto, iâd like you two after class as wellâ Â
once more, the class erupts into whispering to their nearest friend before the professor regains their attention once and for all. you also stop your mind from wandering too far into your daydreams about what could happen after class and return your attention back to the professor who was clearly irritated.Â
in an effort to save yourself from embarrassment, you head down to see your professor as soon as class ends to end the conversation before the two boys can tune in.Â
âi assume you understand why i wanted to see you?â his voice is sharp, an underlying tone of dissatisfaction.
âyes sir, i know my grade in your class need some work but i will do my best to bring it upâÂ
his reply is quick. âi know you will because gojo and geto will be tutoring you.â
you truly donât know how to feel. getting the chance to be around your crushes is both amazing and horrible. thinking about how they definitely know youâve been staring at them every class makes you feel nauseous. thinking about being perceived isnât your favorite thing, but thinking about how theyâll be around you, teaching you the course that youâve completely missed out on due to your very vivid daydreams.Â
âwait, what?â god, satoruâs voice sounded much sexier when it was right behind you.Â
âyou heard me. both of you will be helping her understand her classwork until the end of the semester.â and your professor's voice sounded much scarier when it was in right front of you. âiâll know if you two have truly put enough effort in when i see her grade on our next exam.â
youâre too ashamed to make eye contact with the two boys, a wave of embarrassment flooding your face knowing that your two crushes now know your biggest academic insecurity. the room is silent until suguru speaks up, âokay, weâll need your number thoughâ yeah, suguruâs voice was just as sexy as satoruâs.Â
you hear your name being called. you finally make eye contact. âsorry, what?â your voice is meek, smaller than you remember it to be. satoru laughs, âyour number, sweetheart. so we can set a date for our sessions. you know, the tutoring ones?â satoru calling you sweetheart makes you want to implode, he has to know what he does to you. what they do to you.Â
âoh, hereâ you leave as soon as you give them your number. suguruâs âweâll text about planning laterâ giving you the greenlight to get the hell out of there before you somehow manage to embarrass yourself even further.
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xxx-xxx-xxxx added you and xxx-xxx-xxxx into a chat
unknown: you free this weekend?
you: who is this???
unknown: aw man :( all that staring in class and you canât even remember who we are, weâre hurt baby
-Â
you stare at the message. okay. so you know who it is. and you also know that they know your grades are horrible because youâve spent almost every class openly drooling over them. no big deal. itâs not like your sessions will be in a private area.
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unknown: satoru and i talked, we think itâll be best to tutor you at our place since thereâll be less distractions there.
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okay then. youâll just have to work on your nerves before this weekend. you have time. right now youâll be using that time to try and get over the fact that satoru called you baby.
the next few days pass by a little too slow for your liking but soon youâre getting ready for your date with the two boys. wait, tutoring session with the two boys. you couldnât help but dress up a little, adding a matching set underneath your skirt and blouse.
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satoru: iâm outside, come out whenever youâre ready
you: coming out now! which car is yours?
satoru: youâll know it when you see it ;)
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you head out slightly confused but when you see a white corvette flashing its blinkers at you, you understand what satoru meant. before you reach his car, satoru gets out to open the door for you. the small giggle you let out doesnât go unnoticed by him.Â
a wave of confidence runs through your veins as you tell him heâs âquite the gentlemenâ when he buckles your seatbelt for you before sitting in the driver's seat himself. his response is a quick wink and then you two are off to their apartment. you try not to stare too hard at him throughout the ride but you canât help but let yourself indulge in a few glances that lasted longer than they shouldâve.
soon enough you two have reached the apartment and satoru parks the car. this time you donât hide your staring. his effortless moves have you squeezing your thighs together. why is this turning you on??? you have got to be ovulating.Â
satoru calls out your name. âyou ready?â you blink. âo-oh, yeah iâm ready.â he grins and unbuckles you before sliding out the car to open your door. their apartment is cleaner than you expected, and also way larger than you expected it to be. âyou finally back satoru?â you turn around to see suguru in sweatpants and stark contrast to satoruâs shorts. âhi, thanks again for tutoring meâ you say. they both let out a soft chuckle and suguru returns the greeting.
they show you to a room that you truly didnât expect for them to have in their place. thereâs a shelf stacked with different books and another bigger one beside it with their trophies. there are two desks but one of them is currently situated with three chairs. youâre deep in thought about how you would love to be bent over the desks as the two boys make you take them over and over and over again.
this time itâs suguru calling your name to draw you out of your daydream. âyou can take a seat on the middle chair. do you have anything in specific that you need help understanding?â oh right, you came here to be tutored. âum, everything? well not like everything but maybe the latest subject? i havenât had the time to actually go over the notes i took.âÂ
a lie, you didnât take any notes. your notebook is filled with small doodles and occasionally a sentence from a slide the professor left on the screen for too long. you place your hands in your lap when the two boys take a seat on either side of you. âno need to be nervous, sweetheart. weâre here to help you.â satoru has got to know that him and his stupidly attractive voice arenât helping you and you want to turn to suguru for help but heâs just as bad. âheâs right, pretty girl. youâve got to relax, you wonât be able to remember anything when youâre shaking like that.â
to make it even worse, they each place a hand on your bare thighs. satoru rubs his soft fingers up and down while suguru squeezes your thigh gently before using a thumb to make circular motions in a single spot. you can feel your body heating up and it takes everything in you to not squeeze your thighs together because it would make your want need for them way too obvious and quite frankly, youâre still embarrassed they caught you staring.
satoru makes eye contact with suguru, a silent communication between the two of them. he gives your thigh a gentle pat before he starts to speak. âdo you work better with rewards, baby?â you turn to look at him. you arenât sure what he means exactly and youâre feeling a little overstimulated by all the touching, the pet names, and their attention in general. youâre by no means a virgin, though you arenât too far from it, but for some reason they make you so nervous you canât think straight.Â
suguru says your name in a voice that sounds like itâs reserved for scolding puppies but right now it just turns you on even more than you are. âanswer satoru, heâs not big on being ignoredâ apparently you donât turn your head fast enough because satoruâs hand moves from your thigh to grasp your face gently, but not too gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes. âheâs right, baby. i donât want to be rough with you just yet. iâm gonna ask again and i expect an answer. would you like us to give you rewards?â despite his words being slightly threatening, you bite your lip to hold back a whine. you squeak out a âyes pleaseâ and return to suppressing your whines because suguru still has moved his hand further up your skirt, his fingers grazing dangerously close to your soaked slit.Â
âgood girl. now let's get startedâ satoru removes his hand from your jaw but suguru only moves his hand back down to your lower thigh, giving you one more squeeze. the tutoring session goes something like this; suguru and satoru take turns explaining different topics covered during your last class. once theyâre done, satoru quizzes you. everytime you answer correctly, suguru moves his hand up and satoru praises you. but every time you fail to answer a question correctly or fast enough, suguru slips his hand away and satoru reminds you that âonly smart girls get rewardsâ.Â
this method seems to work because youâre starting to answer correctly more often until youâre only answering correctly and suguruâs fingers are grazing your panties. âoh, sheâs soaked, satoru. i think this sweet thing deserves a bigger reward. sheâs been listening so wellâ a small whimper leaves your lips and you turn your head to satoru, your eyes begging for something more than some light touches accompanied by a few praises.Â
to prove his point even further you really do start to beg. âplease satoru, i need it so bad. âve been so good, pleaseâ you can tell it works because he immediately coos at you. âdâawh, i think she deserves a reward too, suguru. we should give it to herâ and with that satoru leans in, pressing his lips into yours. his soft, pillowy lips against yours make you almost forget suguruâs hands are on your panties.
almost.Â
suguru pulls your panties to the side, raking his middle and ring finger through your folds, collecting your slick. he traces them downwards before bringing them back up to circle around your clit once, twice, three times and then he repeats the process. once heâs deemed his fingers wet enough, he slips one in pumping and curling wasting no time before adding in a second one.Â
kissing down your neck, satoru rips your blouse open and pushes your bra down. lithe fingers trace around your nipple making you arch into satoru. you let out a breathy moan into satoruâs mouth, followed by more whines when suguru adds a third finger and starts to scissor them to stretch you out. you can feel satoru smirk against your lips when you start to struggle to kiss back.Â
satoru removes his mouth from you, drinking in the sight of you. the sweet, shy girl in their class who couldnât help but keep her eyes off of the two boys. the same girl who struggled to keep eye contact and who was barely vocal when they were present is now writhing in their chair. your back arching into satoru, a silent plea for him to keep touching you. and your hips grinding on suguruâs fingers, begging him to keep going.Â
and most importantly, your voice has finally found itself to be heard. your pleas of âcanât, âs too muchâ and âwanâ more, please donât stop, pleaseâ echo throughout the room. satoru takes two of his own fingers and pats them on your lips, a signal for you to open your mouth. you comply, wishing they would keep praising you. as if he can hear your thoughts, satoru mutters a âatta girlâ when he slips his fingers into your mouth.Â
he lets them hit the back of your throat a few times and when you gag, he pulls them back. not entirely, but just enough so that youâre still drooling on them but arenât entirely gagging. he moves his fingers in a scissoring motion for some time and then he pulls them out. before you can even think about missing his fingers in your mouth, he moves them down to your clit, rubbing calculated circles.Â
suguru moves his fingers faster, curling them upwards till they hit your sweet spot repeatedly. âi think our sweet girls about to cum, satoruâ suguru breaks the silence between him and satoru. âi think so tooâ you canât tell if itâs the way theyâre talking about you as if you werenât there but you cum the second the two speak, your body shaking as they help you ride it out. suguru shallowly pumping his fingers in while satoru slows his circles on your clit. suguru leans in to give you a kiss, his lips doing most of the work as your body recovers from your mindblowing orgasm.Â
you yelp into suguruâs mouth when satoru pats your clit a little too hard. you want to say something but he taps your clit one more time before watching more slick dribble out of your cunt and onto the chair. suguru is the first to speak. his lips trail towards your ear leaving soft kisses in each place he covers. âyou did so well for us, sweetheart. howâre you feeling?â as he speaks, satoru wipes the tears from your eyes and rubs comforting circles on your cheek.
your heart throbs at the attention. you understand what suguru is asking; are you still up for more? or are you done for the time being? you bite your lip before you speak.
âm-more, please. want more. want both of you. please.â satoru places a gentle kiss on your lips. âyouâre so good for us, baby. a perfect listener. you think you can take us both? you think your tight little hole can fit both of us?â you moan out loud at his words.
âi donât know, satoru. she might not be able to handle us.â suguruâs teasing you and you know it, but you donât care. the thought of them leaving you so wet and needy for them may have your cunt clenching on nothing but you think you might die if you donât feel them stretching you out.
ânonono, please. please donât. need it so bad. need you two so bad. wanâ your cocks in me, now. donât care if it hurtsâ you think you mightâve broken them because now itâs them who canât wait till you're done speaking.Â
suguru stands up, dragging you up with him before he rips your panties off in one go. satoru, now standing behind you, is pushing your skirt as far up as it can go before pulling his dick out of his pants. suguru following his lead.Â
they each keep one hand on a hip, keeping you upright. you feel satoru slip his dick between your folds from behind you, coating himself in your slick before pushing the tip into you. âoh, fuck. satoru, youâre so bigâ you hear suguru groan from in front of you. heâs using the same hand he fingered you with to stroke himself, waiting for you to adjust to satoru.Â
satoru slowly pushes all the way in, stopping every inch or so when you let out a whine of discomfort. âbreathe, baby. breatheâ satoru may think heâs helping but his velvety voice in your ear is only turning you on more. your pussy doing anything but loosening up. after some time, you slowly grind your hips back onto him, letting him know youâre ready for him to move.
he starts with shallow thrusts and soon heâs going all the way back out before slamming his hips forward. your body shakes in their arms. youâre sure if they let go, youâd fall onto the floor. satoruâs pace doesnât stay that way forever, though. you cry out a âsâtoru, mo-move pleaseâ when you feel him slow his thrusts until he comes to a complete stop.Â
âshhh, baby. suguru needs to feel you too, doesnât he?â your eyes widen. you recall your words from earlier, you still want them more than anything but a feeling of uncertainty hits you. as if they can feel your unease, satoru nuzzles his nose into your neck while suguru rubs comforting circles into your hip. suguru gives you a kiss, wet and open mouthed. âyouâve been so good for us, yeah? weâll take care of youâ suguru whispers in your ear. his voice makes you clench harder around satoru.
you know satoru felt it because his mouth hasnât left your neck and you can feel a grin spreading on his face. âweâll go slow for you, sweetheart. you donât need to do anything but be good for us. you can do that, right baby?â they wait for your response. though theyâre both aching to be inside of you, they want to make sure you feel the same.
the room is silent when you speak. âp-please, wannaâ be your good girlâ and theyâre off. satoru stays still inside of you, instead moving one arm to wrap around your waist and his other hand to spread your pussy for suguru. âyou gotta relax, sweet girl. thereâs no way suguruâs gonna fit when youâre clenching down on me like thatâ suguru chuckles at the other man's words before he starts to squeeze his way in. satoru moves the fingers that were spreading you open to your clit, rubbing circles as suguru continues to push himself inside of you.Â
your whines only get louder when theyâre both finally inside of you. suguru is the first to speak. âyou look so pretty like this. all stretched out on our dicks. i think we should keep her satoru.â satoru hums in agreement. âi think we should too. itâd be so nice to come home to her waiting so patiently for us to fuck her, take care of herâ he lowers his voice adding a âand to love herâ before you can process his words, satoru pulls all the way out and all the way back in. you let out a borderline pornographic moan and you feel them both twitch at the sound.Â
âp-please moveâ you sniffle. and move they do. when suguru pulls out, satoru pushes in. and when satoru pulls out, suguru pushes in. the room filled with your whines and cries of ââs too muchâ, âcanât take itâ, and âwanâ moreâ. they do their best to give you everything you need. satoru uses a hand coated with your slick to make you face him so he can smash his lips against yours.Â
heâs rough with his kiss. shoving his tongue down your throat, making you suck on it and pulling it out just so he can nibble on your lips. suguru, on the other hand, has made himself busy with your neck. he leaves bite marks wherever he can, kissing the same area he bit softly as if he was soothing the pain. âha-harderâ
satoru breaks the kiss with a groan. âour girl is so greedy, suguru. should we give her what she wants? iâm not sure i heard a pleaseâ suguru, still busy with your neck, grunts softly in feigned disappointment. âi thought we had trained her better than that. maybe we shouldnât give it to herâ you shake your head at their words âno! n-no please. iâm sor-ry, iâll be good. donâ stop, pleaseâ
this seems to satisfy them because they listen. and they listen well. they not only move harder, but somehow deeper too. suguru has one of your legs lifted in the air while satoru keeps you steady at your waist. your moans get louder and louder, a warning that youâre getting close. you know satoru and suguru are aware but you know better than to cum without asking.Â
âc-can i? please âve been so good, wanna cum s-so badâ youâre practically sobbing and they can feel themselves throbbing around you. satoru kisses your cheek and says something along the lines of âyou can cum, babyâ but you arenât listening because suguru bit that spot on your neck and satoru hit that spot in your cunt and youâre seeing stars when you squirt on them.Â
they only get in a few more thrusts before they fill you up with their cum. âholy shitâ satoru chuckles âdidnât know you were a squirter, babyâ you whine out in embarrassment, wanting to hide your face in your hands but you feel too tired to do anything. Â
you whimper when suguru pulls out, followed by satoru. the feeling of being empty being foreign after being stuffed so full. suguru carefully places your leg down, making sure satoru is still holding you up. youâre not sure what he has planned because he has that stupid grin on his face that he and satoru share when theyâre about to do something devious.Â
when around forty seconds have passed and the only thing thatâs happened is satoru leaving wet kisses along your back, you think youâre in the clear but your legs being moved. each one gently placed on the shoulder of a very handsome suguru who is currently on his knees between your legs. you want to protest, tell them youâre still recovering from the last orgasm but suguru presses a kiss to your clit.Â
the constant stimulation has your clit protruding out, begging for attention, so how could he not kiss it some more? the sounds from between your legs are no less than obscene. suguru is groaning into your cunt. he kisses, sucks, bites, and you would be a fucking liar to say that it doesnât feel as good as it hurts. âyou have the sweetest pussy, prettyâ he moans out between kisses âtastes so goodâ
satoru thinks heâs going to go insane. he would much rather be between your legs but he knows thereâll be more chances for him to do so in the future. for now, heâll focus on pressing those kisses you seem to love on your back and neck while using one hand to show each of your tits equal amounts of attention. and also whispering dirty words into your ear that only shove you closer and closer to the edge youâve been teetering on.Â
âdoes suguruâs tongue feel good, baby? you like being used by us? you wanna come all over his face like a good girl?â you do. you want to be nothing but the best for them. you wish they would never stop praising you. ây-yes, fuck, wanna be your good girl. wanâ to cum so bad, please can i?â you know nothing of pride, you only know suguru and satoru are making you feel so good that you can barely remember your own name.
itâs only when suguru says your name in that rough voice of his before telling you to come that you remember. you cum hard on his face, his mouth never stopping but only slowing down and moving to place gentle kisses on your clit. âyou did so well for us, sweetheartâ satoru moves his hands up and down your sides to sooth your trembling body. when suguru leaves to grab a washcloth to clean you up, satoru is still whispering comforting praises into your ear. he backs up to sit himself in a chair and tugs you into his lap. âshhh, itâs okay, baby. i got youâ
suguru returns with a wet washcloth. âcan you open up for me, pretty? jusâ gonna clean you, nothing elseâ satoru knows your body is capable of moving just yet so he takes your whine as the okay for him to spread you open for his friend. once suguruâs done, he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.Â
suguru dresses you in one of his oversized shirts before satoru takes you to his bed. they let you sleep while they clean themselves up before joining you in bed as well. you wake up later that night to two sleeping boys and an ache between your legs. they each are touching you in their own ways, suguru nuzzled into your neck and satoruâs hand wrapped possessively around your waist. you find yourself drifting back into sleep and the next time you wake up, thereâs a note on the bedside table.
âwe stepped out for a bit but weâll be back soon with breakfast, baby ;)âÂ
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tuesday comes by again once more and this time youâre the only one staying behind. the past three days have been spent âstudyingâ at suguru and satoruâs place and youâre finally ready to hear about your test results from your professor. when he returns your paper, you know thereâs only one thing to do.
you text the two boys a picture of your grade on your exam making sure the big 98% written on top of a ânice work!â is clearly shown.
-you: i think i deserve a reward
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The Hydro Dragon? A closet freak!?
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I have no excuse for this other than I NEED this man so bad it makes me look stupid. He's just soâŠdreamy sigh anyway here are some hcs that i have for the Iudex of fontaine. This is really long. I think I blacked out writing this. This is 6 pages of google docs single spaced size 11 arial font. I think i need to be sedated
â„ïžREQUEST ARE OPEN â„ïž
Cw : this is pure filthy smut, freak Neuvillette, dragon form, monster fucking, inhuman genitals, double dick, desperate kinda pussy drunk Neuvillette, soft dom and hard dom, no pronouns but afab anatomy, implied chubby reader, squirting, bath sex, rut, breeding kink, just pure horny, slight cumflation, oviposition,egg mention, a little bit of predator prey vibes, overstimulation, tail riding. Very slight watersports mentioned, Daycraphilia, Nasty dragon man, sweat and liquids. Spit swapping, spit swallowing, spit kink, marking, biting, possessiveness.PIV sex, possible anal, Title kink? Sir kink? Innocence and court kink?(trust me bro) Reader is matching this mans freak. Aftercare is given, safeword is in place even if not mentioned explicitly
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Neuvillette is not entirely oblivious, he knows that he has needs and instincts but what he is wholly unaware of is that many of these instincts and desires are quite⊠out of the ordinary
There's also the fact that he has like 0 experience, so all of these desires are rather new or have been festering in his dragon mind for centuries
What the Iudex of fontaine lacks in experience he makes up for in the fact that he is downright insatiable and animalistic at times
When you first got with him you quickly realized that this man was incredibly touch starved, even the most innocent and fleeting touch from his beloved sets his very being to a burning desire.
And he is embarrassed to say that he craves it Neuvillette craves your touch in both a innocent and intimate way to the point you are shocked to find just how clingy he is towards you
The only time when he's not touching you, holding you, trying to sait the burning you leave him with is when he has court, and once he is out of court his mind returns to you, making sure you have a permanent seat at the opera house right next to his usual reserved seating.
Once he's out of court he's by your side, placing a kiss to the back of your hand and guiding you with a hand to the small of your back
To the people of fontaine he is a doting and protective lover, which is true, but they don't know the sheer levels of clingy that he is
He tries at first to contain this, so he doesn't scare you off, but eventually he simply needs you to be close to him
The other thing that comes as a shock is that this man is a freak
Let's start with his more inhuman side
The reason he is so covered is because his skin is slightly scaly, beautiful scales of cyan and cerulean blues that layer his skin in large patches, the main areas are his sides and part of his back, his thighs and his arms where they seem to sit permanently much like his pointed ears and horns (the blue streaks in his hair are horns trust me on this) when he uses his hydro powers or lets loose they glow
When he really lets loose the scales creep up his neck to his jaw, his ears seem to grow longer and more pointed, his teeth get sharper, his nails seem to grow more into claws and his pupils draw into slits.
His eyes and the rest of him seems to give off a faint blue glow
His tongue is long- like really long- and forked- and when he lets loose its a deep shade of blue
His cocks- both of them are far from human, hidden behind a vent they are ribbed un the underside with the head coming to a slight point, the top side is lined with bumps that resemble small tendrils, they line the head of his cocks to.
His tips are flushed an angry dark blue
This man has nice veins, his cocks are quite veiny but the veins along his body are rather pronounced as well, a deep blue, good and hydrated
He also has a large tail, its long and a deep blue fully scaled, thick at the base and tapers till the tailfins witch are a almost iridescent cyan and resemble the ends of his coattails
Ok now into the real smutty stuff-
He needs it messy, as messy and wet as possible, the problem is the more wet and messy it gets the hornier he gets in return
If the bed sheets aren't soaked and dripping wet with just about every fluid possible then he isn't satisfied
And i mean the bed sheets look like they just came out of a river
He gets so pussy drunk- this man is insatiable and eats you out for his own pleasure, basically tongue fucking you to drink up all of your juices he possibly can
The taste of you is intoxicating and he cannot get enough
The first time he eats you out, his tongue fucking into your overstimulated hole before he finally pulls out and his long tongue wraps around your clit as he all but makes out with your lower half and you wine out that it feels weird like your goona pee-
And this freak without hesitation presses on your stomach as you cum from his unrelenting ministrations
Because he is a freak who doesn't understand that things like that are not in fact what most are into. (he is eternally shocked when you explain this to him, trying to tell him his taste in kinks and fetishes are abnormal. Cannot fathom how it isn't hot to others)
But when to his shock you squeal and squirt his mouth, chin, and chest soaked along with the sheets
You are mid apology for the mess when you look at his eyes, his pupils are blown wide as saucers as he stares down at you breath heavy- downright ragged and he groans so low it rumbles in his chest and almost sounds like a growl
âI hadn't known that this was something the human body could doâ before his pupils contract into little slits and he is licking you clean before he goes right back into trying to make you squirt again-
He is obsessed with you squirting, the fact that you were so lost in (the sauce) pleasure that you produced a significant volume of liquid? This man lives off of moisture, his favorite drink is water and he needs everything to be moist and wet for him to be fully comfortable, such is the nature of the hydro dragon. So it shouldn't be a shock that he is obsessed with making you squirt
Usually this leaves you rather overstimulated, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and running down your cheeks
Oh and Neuvillette love it- tears of pleasure soon laped away by his tongue as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss
Asks you with utmost seriousness to spit in his mouth and is confused by how flustered that makes you
But once you do he is practically moaning at the taste, greedily drinking whatever you will give him
And if you match his freak? Ask him to spit in your mouth? He's gone lmao- truly you are a blessing hand picked from celestia just for him
The first time you gave him head and spit on his cocks so you could switch between sucking and stroking them, making sure they got equal attention, he came instantly. The sight was just too much for him to handle
Neuvillette cums an insane amount. Its slightly watery but the amount is ridiculous, his precum is enough to have you thinking he already busted, but when he actually cums its like a broken faucet taking several gulps to swallow down and it still manages to coat you
And he just stays hard as a rock, the dragon stamina is insane and is even worse when he's in a rut
He loves to see you absolutely plastered with his cum, dripping all over you and out of you
The way your poor tummy is bloated while his clawed fingers push the rapidly escaping liquid back into you
The breeding kink on this man is unmatched, and i mean the only other contender who even comes close is tartaglia âPLAP PLAP PLAP GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANTâ ajax,
Neuvillette doesn't care if you actually can get pregnant or not- he is breeding you and he will make it happen
More freaky shit the man is obsessed with your sweat
He always hates when it gets too hot out but he thinks he can stand it when he sees the beads of sweat rolling down your body as you guzzle down a bottle of water.
Has to restrain himself with a white knuckled grip on his cane to stop from licking the sweat off of you
Once you are alone tho? He is absolutely licking you, to the point you can't tell if it's the sweat or the saliva that's dripping off of you.
Another chance to match his freak. Once on a hot day in his office you gave him a chaste kiss to his jaw, witch already had him longing, but then you licked a strip up the chiseled line of his jaw and he came in his pants
Work was finished early that day
If there's one thing that gets him worked up its seeing you wet in any context, or seeing you return the desire he has for you. All in all he wants you to desire him, to long for him
I think he has a large bathtub, really its more like a pool that happens to be heated and deep, with benches along the edges for sitting. Again like a large heated swimming pool
His favorite place to fuck you is in his bath, despite the scene of soaked silk sheets being burned ito him mind, fucking you in his element is just something else honestly.
The water sloshing against you accompanied by the lewd sound of you getting absolutely rearranged? Music to his pointed ears.
Almost forgot to mention this but his cock glows and throbs, the veins pulsing with a slight glow- and if you get him horny and desperate enough (not hard this man is easy to get bricked up-) mostly after he's spent hours between your legs or making out with you, you can even see and feel how his cocks seem to writhe and they write inside you too, when their thickness is stuffed into your hole(s) and Neuvillette is about to cum again they writhe and squirm in your gummy walls sending you over the edge as they poke against that gummy spot inside of you
Neuvillette wants to have both his cocks in just your one hole but he knows the stretch of just one is intense so he won't indulge unless you beg him for it
Once when he was at work you decided to take a nice bath, to ease your sore muscles and the numerous marks littering your body, from bite marks to dark hickeys all over
The Iudex can be quite possessive at times, the dragon instincts letting that possessive streak coil in the pit of his stomach because you are his mate and when he says his, he means it.
When he gets possessive like this he gets meaner- no one in fontaine dares to flirt with his lover, out of both respect and slight fear of the consequences (harassment is taken very seriously)
But every so often someone wants to test his patience, or a foreigner who has no idea who you are oversteps. He is always calm, firm hand on your back as he states that it is rude and impolite to so vulgarly pursue his partner
But when the two of you are back at your shared home? He is a bit mean, rougher as he needs you to say that you're his over and over again.
This is where the title kink(?) and sir kink come in. call him âsir neuvilletteâ âsir Iudexâ profess your innocence, plead your case to him, prove the other party guilty
And he will relent his marking and harsh grip infavore of soft open mouth kisses and the pleasure he bistoes on you
Afterall he is a benevolent and fair judge
Back to the bath-
You took a bath without him, witch is a rare occasion as he loves to bathe with you, even in a non sexual context. It is simply a comfortable intimacy for him
But this time is different
Seeing you surrounded by his element of hydro, the room moist with steam as your body glistens with moister, his eyes go to saucers again and he is quick to approach
Tugging off his gloves with his teeth and letting them cup your cheek and travel beneath the water while he leaves sweet kisses on your skin until he cant help himself and dips his head to the place where the water rest against your chest and he drinks
Like a man lost in the dessert, you can hear the obscene gulps this man lets out
The freak in him drinks your fucking bath water and has absolutly no shame about it
In Fact it has his cocks aching for you, while his expression can only be described as adoration
Because the Iudex of fontaine adores you in a way that is only brought on by centuries of longing for a person he has never met
He is much worse during his rut
It is a week solid of him just absolutely fucking you into whatever surface or body of water he can find
His throat is tight and dry, no amount of water seems to be able to quench this thirst and so he drink you
If you thought he was a munch before then the glint in his eyes at the scent of your arousal is downright predatory
He makes sure you drink about as much water as him, witch is a feat of its own, just so that you have more for him to drink from you
His taste for water is extraordinary on a good day but it even more apparent in his rut,
Because regardless of when it is he can taste you. The kind of water or liquids you drink seeps into everything, he can taste it in you sweat, in your slick, in your spit- the cool refreshing quality of mondstat, the mineraly flavor of inazuma, the sweet taste of sumeru, the tang and burn of inazuma, he can taste it normally but in rut he is downright shameful about describing how you taste on his tongue.
Has you drink different imported watters between rounds to get full flavor
Practically begs to breed you- hes already bad on a regular day, his paternal instincts too stong- but now its different, he wants his eggs inside you, wants you swollen and barefoot around his manor and he needs it- if you aren't ready heâll just stuff you full like he normally does with cum he knows wont take, but he can hope
Remember how I said he doesn't care if you can get pregnant? Yeah that's because it doesn't matter- the part that matters is his eggs-
On the chance you do say yes to his eggs he is overjoyed, biting down on your shoulder with a bit of venom that numbs your mind- just enough so the stretch of his eggs and the way he has to deposit them doesn't hurt
Speaking of biting the first rut you spend with him is intense, its a week he takes off, (it is now regularly built into his schedule that he has a solid week blocked out for his rut) its his first rut he hasn't forcefully suppressed or simply worked through in solitude and now he has a mate to spend it with?
The first time he slides his length inside you he can resist the urge to sink his teeth into you, right where your shoulder meets your neck he bites down hard
A permanent bite mark with a small hydro mark in the center that glows faintly when he touches you, or when it rains, or you touch water. The glow sends a pleasant and refreshing feeling, like warmth without heat
Because he is so much more thirsty the dirty man fuck you in the bath a lot more and ends up drinking your bathwater more
Be a freak, do it back, drink this man up because he is a tall glass of water.
You do have needs, you can just be attached to the Iudex for a week straight, even tho he insists he could send someone to go grocery shopping, you so cruelly leave him to fist his cocks while you are out getting fresh air.
Personally I like the idea of neuvillettes home being underwater like those glass structures you can find in fontaine. Its huge in a lake, half of it is a beautiful mix of stained and clear glass, even some that seem iridescent, the other half is built in the same french rococo style as the mansions of fontaine, with the exception that it is built into the rocky wall of the deep lake. There is a tunnel that leads to the oceans of fontaine and its ideal for neuvillette. But you need fresh air
So you are gone for a few hours on the surface and he is suffering,
By the time you get back he the mansion is dark, none of the lights are on and it was raining outside (hence your hasty return)
The second you step in through the elevator down you can tell something- someone is watching you, the subtle growl and fleeting glimpse of glowing blue in the corner of your eye making the hair on the back of your neck stand up
Like a small lamb you wander through the large house knowing that hes right there, stalking in the shadows, hunting you
The only light is at the very ends of one of the halls, where you know the master bath is. With trepidation you walk towards the bathroom, knowing that's probably where he's going to absolutely jump your bones, you can't help the arousal that pools
Another thing that alerts you being the growl you hear behind you
When you finally get to the bathroom you decide to play his game- stripping off your clothes slowly- temptingly as his eyes burn across you before you sink into the water and swim to the center of his large bath (real basically a swimming pool)
You don't even hear him get in, but the second you turn back around expecting him to be at the water's edge- he's inches away from you, predatory eyes staring down at you as if to let you know he's won
The lights go off and all you can see is the glow of his eyes as you swim away slowly while he drops towards you until the cold hard tiles press into your back while you sit on the built in ledge, he rises cageing you between his arms as his long silvery hair falls disheveled down his back and cascades over his tense shoulders like a waterfall, he glows more and more and water drops hit your face, the blue streaks that cover the underside of his hair give off a faint glow, then the scales along his body, the long dark blue tail that you now see is also slightly alight. You dare to travel your eyes away from his, away from his hands- his claws that grip and cut into the tile slightly, down his chest and below his waist to the glow that sits just below the water
His tail wraps around your legs nudging them apart
âLook at me my belovedâ
His tone is soft but there's a edge to it that has you snapping to attention, for once your eyes are blown wide as saucers and his are narrow slits like needles
Then you feel it, the rub of his thick tail that has your legs spreading to accommodate it while it grinds against you getting you worked up and just as desperate as he is
Ride this mans tail he will be put under a trance
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HIS PATIENCE IS MY VIRTUE!
â â Ë Â° đȘđ ⥠đȘđ ° Ë â synopsis! with work piling up and stress reaching its boiling point, Nanami needs a break. And when his pretty assistant suggests a trip up to Kyoto for the hot springs, heâs taking the chance to spoil you, love you, and turn his 3-year spout of patience into your virtue!
â â Ë Â° đȘđ ⥠đȘđ ° Ë â pairings! assistant!fem!reader x sex therapist!nanami kento
â â Ë Â° đȘđ ⥠đȘđ ° Ë â cw! 17.3k, pwp, age gap (reader is 26, nanami is 28), use of petnames, use of alcohol, splashes of fluff, (if you squint), solo play (male), voice kink, features a conversation with gojo satoru, cumshot,, handjob, oral(f.receiving), hand job, p in v, unprotected, sensation play(heavy), biting, doggystyle, prone bone, cowgirl, slow sex, needy!nanami, Nanami has a sir kink, implied aftercare
â â Ë Â° đȘđ ⥠đȘđ ° Ë â xoxo, chris! yessss itâs done! 17.3k of filth and itâs all dedicated to my man! thanks to my lovely friend and beta-reader @n3vr-f0und ! this could not have been possible without you! this goes out to all the nanami girlies, i love our man!
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Heâs asleep again.
Through the slivered crack of his office, your eyes dwell upon Nanamiâs slumbering form, casted beneath the glowing embers of daylight. He relied on his folded arms for a makeshift pillow, uncaring of the tousled golden strands of hair that lay waste about the top of the waxy oak desk.Â
Heâs definitely sleepingâand has been for a while.
You couldnât help but let out a sigh, the breath fueled by concern. You couldâve warned him every morning at the start of the workday and every night right before rush hour began, during rush hour, but he never listened. Â
For the three years youâve been under his employment, there was always a single trend that never seems to hint at change: Nanami never knows what exhaustion is until heâs caught in its grasp with heavy eyelids and a slack jaw of yawns.Â
And thereâs one extra detail you know about Nanami is that he hates working overtimeâbut does it anyway.Â
Originally when you first joined his side, you thought the job of a sex therapist was an easier task than most; heâd have an easy job; listening and finding a solution for others. After just one day of work with him, such a brazen thought was put to rest. Since that day, youâve rewritten a new script in your mind, one free of judgment and assumption, because in turn, the job of a sex therapist was not easy.Â
And for a sex therapist like Nanami who lacked compassion for himself, empathy and compassion for his clients claimed all his time. His days were spent in appointments and his nights were spent in books, nose-deep in pages of delegated knowledge searching for a solution. That was the role Nanami took on, the role of being a compassionate problem solver.
Compassion comes at a price, and his compassion costs him every ounce of his livelihood. Taking on a role that would reap no inherent benefits meant Nanami was always giving from an empty cup, using his blood, sweat, and tears to refill every drop heâd given away.Â
He rebukes his efforts, truly. Yet, such innate dislike had never once interfered with his determination.Â
Itâs written all over his face once heâs done with a meeting, itâs draining work. It drains him of all his physical, emotional, and psychological energy, but he still wears a smile as a mask in time for the next session.Â
If eyes can tell a story, then Nanamiâs oak brown hues scream out a soliloquy that falls on deaf ears. Inside bleeds out and his story tells of a man who wishes to give up his life for the mundane. To spend his days basking beneath the sun, using the purest white sands as a mattress for his dream life.
Such a shame that the manâs only wish has yet come to pass.
For now, heâs come to terms with it, filling the pit of ever-growing resentment with work.Â
Itâs exactly why heâd be in and out of meetings with clients, spending late nights on the phone. Some days you even come into work to find him asleep in his office with papers scattered about his desk.Â
His philosophy was simple, if he couldnât enjoy the deepest desire to the fullest, the least he could do was help those struggling with the same reality.Â
But as you watch him from the sidelines, a question plaques your mind: when will it end?
Itâs redundant, but the question puzzles you every day. It rules over your mind even now as you scan over his sleeping figure. Standing along the doorâs trim, you couldnât help but admire how precious Nanami appears under such temperate conditions.Â
Quiet steps deliver you just inches from him, granting you to play the role of a jury to a trial of a self-committed crime.Â
Yet, the criminal in question glows beneath the ebbing light, his skin drinking in the rich hues of pink, gold, orange, and purple. His uniform binds him to his crime, his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his black slacks melding within his leather seat.Â
Though he committed a crime, thereâs one detail that turns this prisoner into a charmer; and thatâs the way he wears sleeps. The heft of his slumber can be narrowed to a point, down to his pursed lips, such pink velvety plush begging for a kiss of life.
Pity stains your heart like ink to a scroll, and itâs bleeding through in a passing heat. No fiber in your being could allow you to leave him alone, not when nothing but four lonesome walls and pestering neighbors await you. Â
Pity carries a weight over its residents, and you were no different. Itâs because of how heavy pity is that your hand breaks away from your side, reaching out to curl a loose lock of blonde strands around your finger. Even his hairâs soft, lacing around your skin like the finest silk. Now that you've captured a clearer picture of him, you canât help softening your gaze over Nanami.
Was Nanami always this attractive? Even in his sleep, he possesses skills to lure you into a trance. Such smooth fair skin, a sculpted jaw clenched in sleep, his cheekbones perched high, and the dark rings beneath his eyes add a shameful appeal to him.
Trailing along his form, youâre stuck at how the burly swell of his arms tests his white dress shirt, the cotton fabric choking at the seams. His shirt just barely hides his broad shoulders, carrying the careful cuts of muscle that rise with every breath he takes.Â
âIf only you would share your stress with me, Nanami,â the words whispered out into the tepid air.Â
Your hand falls from his distressed bed of hair, the back of your hand dusting past the fishnet stockings beneath your red cocktail dress. The timeâs come to wake him upâŠ.and hope that heâs as docile as ever.
A deep breath takes you far, your hand resting along his shoulder. Itâs rigid, thick muscles that refuse to conform to your touch. The lump in your throat bloats up and you ease his shoulder to rock beneath your hand. Â
 â...NanamiâŠNanami, sirâŠ,â you coo, âYouâve gotta wake up. Iâm sure this desk isnât as comfy as your bed.â
A low grumble acts as a response, Nanami shuffling about his makeshift pillow. His hands hide beneath his cheek, his laxed palms curling up into loose fists as he struggles to sit up.
As a courtesyâor more so out of nervousness; you step away from him with your hands behind your back, allowing Nanami to grasp his hazy surroundings alone.Â
âWhaâŠWhat happened?â He rasps lowly, his words served with sleepâs baritone curl.
âUm...Sir?â
âHuh? Oh, did I fall asleep here again? Thatâs the third time thisâhold onâŠâ Nanami trails off, his raspy voice breaking through the air.
Heâs hazy and those clouded hazel hues trickle onto you as he shifts towards you, his black leather chair swiveling under him.Â
âOhâŠwhatâre you still doing here? Itâs way past the end of your shift, Sweetheart.â
Nanami watches you bite at that delicate lip of yours, supple plush taking on the jagged impressions. That mindless tick melds into a blooming pout, a decoy for the words that toss his groggy mind off guard.Â
âNanami, sir, I canât watch you do this to yourself anymore!âÂ
Heâs dumbfounded, a rare state for him, but only you alone manage to pull Nanami into a place of confusion. A hand of his drifts to the back of his neck, itching at the sparse hairs of his undercut, trying to make sense of your outburst.
âAnd what exactly am I doing to myself?â
âThis!â You point to his body, âThis, in fact, is the third time this week youâve slept in your office. And itâs been at least ten times this month! Youâre tired, and you need a real break.â
Gawking is all Nanami can do. It comes at the price of a complete loss for words, but in some strange way, heâs intrigued by your outcry. Him needing a break? Of course, he needed a break, but heâs interested to hear what you perceive to be this âbreakâ.
âA vacation is what you think I need?â
âI know a vacation is what you needâŠbut I canât force it on you,â you sigh, taking wandering steps that land you into the grand armchair sitting opposite to him.
With you seated before him, Nanami shudders beneath the stress of containing himself.Â
Oh, he hates it when you get madâbut loves it all at the same time. Itâs a parallel that consumes him, hating how anger sews along your precious featuresâwhile relishing it all the same.Â
Itâs the woe of taking every word you say seriously while admiring those plump lips bearing a firm purse and your finely plucked brows knit a harsh crease into your face. Â
 And when you do get upsetâwhether it be at a client, the printerâŠor in rare cases, him. And when you get like this at him, he knows that a lecture canât be too far off.
âSir, youâve got to take better care of yourself! You can hide it from the clients, but you canât hide it from me. ButâŠI think I have a solution!â
âWhich is?â He contemplates with a brow quirked.
Resting his chin along the back of his knuckles, Nanami relies on the strength of his propped arm for support as he delves into your mind.Â
He knows the expression heâs giving isnât kindâdull eyes that reek of disinterest. And all the while, maybe it is disinterest because heâs all too aware of what he needs. But your intentions are pure, that much he knows. In the face of pure intentions, who was he to deny your presentation?
You drop your attention to Nanamiâs desk, prompting him to follow suit. He studies your manicured finger carefully dragging along the wide calendar laid atop the waxy surface.
âThis weekend from Friday to Sunday, youâll be all free! I know you like to have at least one client a day, but I pushed some days around and managed toââ
âYou were planning thisâŠwerenât you?â Nanami hints sharply, his lungs prepping to bore a longing sigh.
To feign innocence, you shrug your shoulders. You hide your motives well, but the small smile around your eyes tells Nanami all he needs to know.Â
âNo comment, buuut, why not take advantage of this?âÂ
Out comes that sigh brewing in his chest. âAll rightâŠWhat do you recommend I do with all the magical free time? Pick up a hobby? Start a garden? Tell me, Darling.â
Nanamiâs sights carry to your own, his eyes pivoting over your face deep in thought. Something about you working so hard on his behalf brings about a warmth to flutter in Nanamiâs chest. As to how heâs been blessed with you is a mystery he thanks the heavens for every day. And you look so cutâ
âGot it!â you snap, âOnsen. I think you need an onsen for the entire weekend. The hot water and minerals will do your body, mind, and spirit justice!â
Nanami tilts his head at the thought, âHmm, the onsen? Like out in Kyoto?âÂ
âMhm, I hear those are really nice!â
âHm, okay thenâŠâ
Nanami swiftly dips into his back pocket for his wallet. He flips the thick bundle of leather open, pinching at his card with a single digit and his thumb.Â
He places a matte black card in front of you, rattling off the steps to make your wish come true. âGo ahead and book the room and two tickets for the train tomorrow at nine, andââ
âHold on, hold on! Are you inviting me to come along too?â
Nanami merely shrugs at your sweet naivete, âNaturally. Iâm sure youâd want to come along tooâŠunless Iâm stepping over a boundary. I never asked if you had prior engagements or even a partner at home. ButâŠif you could join me, I think the break would be good for you too.â
Your hands wave the infamous white flag of surrender, shooting down Nanamiâs suggestions with a flustered chuckle, âOh no noâŠjust me at home! But umâŠyeah, Iâve never been to one. Iâd love to come along. But for tomorrowâŠIâd have to start planning right away!â
âWe couldâŠdo it together. I have my laptop right in my bag,â his shoulder nudging towards the side of his desk. ïżœïżœI know itâs last minute, so the least I could do is offer some help.â
Nanami struggles to hide the grin that teases his lips when you agree, taming his excitement with a guttural grunt of his throat.Â
Three whole days with you, the pretty assistant heâs been plotting on since the day he hired you.
As rambles fall from your mouth, Nanamiâs absorbed into thoughts of you, while supporting your thoughts with nods and gentle hums. He hasnât been so outward with his growing affection towards you at all, that simply wasnât his style.Â
But has he tried?
Of course, by taking you out to high-class restaurants for lunch and dinner, buying you flowers every week (and blaming it on some client with a crush for you), heâs even found a way to secretly link your account to his so that not a dollar of your hard-earned money would enter the cruel economy. Why if Nanami could go as far as to pay your rent, heâd do it without any questions asked.
And now he has the chance to take you out of the city for three whole days?
Nanami wasnât sparing a single penny, not when it came to booking that private villa with its own hot spring bath, the best seats on the bullet train, and even planning some excursions to explore Kyoto.Â
ââŠNanamiâŠSir?âÂ
The call of his name brings him back into the present and on your face wearing a giddy grin.
âMmâŠso sorry, is everything alright?â
âYup! Weâre all set for this weekend!â you cheer, clapping your hands softly at the confirmation prompt on the laptop on the screen.
âOh good! Well then, letâs break for tonight! Be at the station by eight-thirty, okay?â Nanami passing on a stern stare to you.
âI got it, but thatâs so early!âÂ
âItâs a two-and-a-half-hour ride, weâll be getting there right around lunch and with plenty of daylight to spare. Stop complaining and go homeâŠIâll see you tomorrow,â Nanami huffs out.
His eyes follow you as you lazily pull yourself out of the chair, your hands smoothing down the back of your dress. The steps you take are slow and saucy, leaving Nanami to bite down on his bottom lip.Â
Such a tease and you werenât doing it on purpose. Youâre just yourself and thatâs exactly what Nanami canât get enough of.
You turn back to Nanami when you pull the door just enough to slip your body through, your lips curling into a fine smile.
âHave a good nightâŠSir. See you tomorrow!â
âHave a g-goodâŠHave a good night!â Nanami rushes out, giving you a limp wave before the shutting door leaves him alone with his thoughts.
An exhausted sigh rips out from his chest as he leans back into his chair, his hand racing to palm his face.Â
And in between the gaps of his thick fingers, Nanamiâs eyes darted down to a familiar but embarrassing scene.
His cock twitching in his pants.
He couldnât help it, hearing his name matched with the weighty title of sir sent his mind on a rampage. You calling him sir? And it just so happens to sound so melodic rolling off your tongue?
It already wasnât normal for someone in his position to be head over heels for his assistantâbut he was. It wasnât normal for Nanami to give in to such silly whimsâbut heâs going to.
Before thinking it over, Nanamiâs hand drops from his face and down to his lap, squeezing at the curious curve rising beneath the black fabric of his slacks.
â...maybe just one canât hurtâŠright?â
A rhetorical question, heâs already tugging at the tiny zipper, pulling the slip of metal down its jagged path to its post. He switches over to fiddling with his pants button, yanking the thin button through its slit and tugging his pants down his legs with his briefs in tow.Â
Thereâs a risk that some of those sinful moans will evade his resolve; itâs just his luck that his dress shirtâs objecting to the view of everything past his waist. Yanking the shirt up towards his awaiting mouth, Nanami bites down on the white cotton as hard as he can.
He doesnât hesitate to envelop his length in a fist, strumming up and down all eight inches of his pudgy tanned girth. Itâs been a while but Nanami still knows what gets him goingâa couple squeezes, focusing on his sweet spot, tracing that one swollen vein ruched along the heavy underside of his cock, all the turning cogs that bring him to ruin.
As heâs taking the time to swipe at the weeping bellhead, a thought pops into his head that he canât ignore.Â
He canât help but wonder what would you think of his dick? A sinfully precarious thought, he knows, but that doesnât mean he canât think about it nonetheless.Â
Heâs no stranger to the concept either. Especially when he takes to the bars some evenings, his ears pick up all the talk of drunk girls gossiping about how âprettyâ their boyfriendsâ dicks are. Itâs so vulgar then but nowâŠheâs craving to hear your thoughts more than anything.
What would you have to say about his size, his length, the way his cock sits with a curve that defies gravity? Suddenly, heâs choreographing a scene in his head, picturing you on your knees, patiently waiting for him to rip down his briefs and expose himself to you.Â
At the thought, heâs picking up a slow pace. His taut fist lazily drags up his shaft and down to the base, utilizing a deathly grip that sends shivers down his spine.Â
Just for this special occasion, he pulls his shirt from his clenched teeth for a moment to curl over his thighs. Through the pucker of his lips, Nanami sends a thick spool of spit to dance over the flushed head of his cock, the soapy pool dribbling down his length.Â
His hand meets the trail of spit gradually, his thumb back to swiping along his now glossy underside.Â
âOh fuckâŠâ he hisses, writhing in his seat at the new sensation claiming his being. Just stroking himself was decent but stroking himself when heâs dripping like this makes for a new cadence to be found.Â
Why, itâs so much better that heâs eagerly picking up the pace, his fist sent to swivel up and down his endlessly hardening cock, squeezing at the tip whenever he saw fit.Â
His eyes risk exiting the scene, fluttering back with the mean strides he weaves. Just to his dismay, a flickering light pairs annoyingly well with the vibrations of a call cursed Nanamiâs chance at relief.
He usually isnât this careless, picking up the phone call without identifying the caller.
âHello?â He drones into the microphone.Â
And itâs just his luck that itâs you.
âHi, Sir! I had a questionâŠâ
Sir. Three letters, a single syllable, and the key to Nanamiâs lustful demise. If only you knew the filthy hold that ghastly word held over him.
Just by hearing your sweet voice utter such a word, lawless pangs laid waste to Nanamiâs fisted cock in sinful bliss. Was this some form of karmic reward? To hear your voice right before indulging in himself had to be some prize.
Heâs forced to bite down the groans in his throat and trade his cries for coherent words. âWhaâŠWhatâs wrong, Sweetheart? You just left the office.â
âOh, I know!â He can hear the pout in your voice, those plump lips pushed out for everyone but him to see. âItâs just that I was thinkingâŠnine is just so early! And our tickets are good for all day. Can weeee leave just a little later?â
Nanami wants to listen to your pleas, he truly does, but he has to deal with something new befalling him: his bodyâs blatant betrayal.
His handâs moving on its own, choking the fat girth of his cock all the way up to the tip, viciously squeezing the pink crown into nasty pale hues. Even at a time when heâs meant to be serious, his bodyâs adamant on milking itself dry. But must he be so slow yet unforgiving to himself like this?
ââŠSir? Hello? Did the call drop?â
âNo! Iâm still hereâŠâ Nanamiâs sudden outburst breaks the silence.
He pins the phone between his ear and shoulder, relying on his two hands to ease the relentless pit boiling at his core.
He had to find some way to get that sinful title rolling off your tongue again. So what could be brought up to keep your voice purring?
âSoâŠsince my suggestion is too early, what do you have in mindâŠHoney?â
âGlad you asked, Sir!â
One.Â
Heâs pulling on his cock with a heavy drag, only for all his efforts to be spat out in glossy tears of precum. Heâs making a mess of himself, the glassy rivulets trickling down his ghostly knuckles. Heâs nowhere near the sacrums of nirvana but the display heâs forced to bear witness to hints at an early arrival.Â
âUh-huh, go on.â heâs mumbling between gritted teeth. Heâs losing temperance over his breaths.Â
ââŠand weâd still have plenty of time to explore the town, Sir.â
Two.
Now, Nanamiâs getting the best of himself, purposely focusing on the head of his cock in short yet quick pumps. Heâs extra keen on how sensitive he is too, pitting his thumb to curve right along the against his sweet spot.
Heâs so close, shamefully closer than before. He knows that if he keeps on swiping at his underside like this, heâll be binded to an explosive fate any minute.Â
âI know you like to be punctual but please, Sir?â
OhâŠnow youâre begging him. Thatâs three.
The thick gush of white splatters all over Nanamiâs heaving stomach, his chiseled abs glistening in a hot, opal tinge.Â
Before he can even afford to echo the bliss ripping through his body, Nanami yanks the phone from his ear and presses the microphone against his chest to muffle any pathetic whimpers that slip him by.Â
The poor man, fair skin licked by a familiar fleeting heat and flinching in his seat by the cold wash that follows. He canât remember the last time heâs let go like that, but the splattered canvas heâs reduced himself to tells him exactly what intuition would scream at him.Â
Heâs just about ready to clean up but something feelsâŠoff. Thereâs just something he canât put his finger onâ
The phone call.Â
He panics, rushing to press the phone to his ear.
What was the last time you said? Something about please siâ
âH-Hey, heyâŠyou donât have to beg me. Do me a favor, âkay? Just text me what time you want to meet at the station and Iâll be there.â
âOkay! Well thenâŠget home safe and Iâll see you tomorrowâŠsir.â
Four.
Itâs a punch in the gut this time because while he thought heâs been milked dry, Nanamiâs eyes shoot apart at a bewildering sight: Heâs still cumming.
His twitching cockâs forcing out a timid stream of white thatâs dripping down his black slacks and running off onto the floor beneath him.Â
Nanamiâs husky voice is washed in grief, the desire to cry out against the bliss of overstimulation dances on his tongueâbut he has to send you off first.
With as mellow of a tone as he can rally, Nanami sends you his final thoughts.
âYou too. Get home safe and see you tomorrow.â
The call ends and Nanamiâs seething behind gritted teeth.Â
âFuuuck,â he cursed to himself, his soiled hand still gripped around his twitching length. He wants to move, clean himself up, and get home to prepare for tomorrow, but fatigueâs already batting behind his eyelids.Â
Slouching back in his chair, Nanami finally allows his lungs to catch some air, his heaving chest stabilizing at last.Â
Heâs a mess, the chairâs a mess, and even the floor too, but he isnât focused on such miniscule details that nothing a good cleaning couldnât take care of. Fresh off his orgasm, Nanamiâs back to thinking about you and the weekend ahead.Â
The gears in his head are clicking and heâs thinking that maybeâjust maybe, heâs earned the opportunity of a lifetime to do the one thing thatâs been on his list for the last three years: to make you his girlfriend.
He canât take it anymore, being in the office acting like heâs so standoffish when he truly wants nothing more than your presence. Your smile starts his day, your care for his well-being motivates him, and your kind words fill his heart in ways he canât even describe.
He hasnât regarded you as his assistant these past three years, more like his girlfriend who isnât aware of his full-fledged commitment.
Itâs so pathetic, he knows. But thanks to you, finallyâŠNanamiâs goal was within reach. All he had to do was chase it.Â
Nanamiâs sentiments only grew during the night and into the next day: Friday, the day heâs set to journey off with you.Â
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Itâs been a blur since Nanamiâs woke upâheâs been busy packing, cleaning his apartment, and standing in front of the mirror deciding which suit he should don for the day.
 As the clock struck two, bags gathered by the door and a plain black suit with a white button-down dresses his body. Heâs forgoing a tie for the weekend too, a few undone buttons present the dips of his collarbone prepared to bear the dayâs breeze.Â
But thereâs peril racing through Nanamiâs mind, and has been since the previous night: he has no clue how to act or even go about courting you into being his girlfriend by the end of the hot springs trip. All he knows up to this point is subtletyâand subtlety is not an option in his arsenal.Â
The field of romance is a realm heâs barely pillaged through except for a few flings that led to nothing. Youâre too different for his typical approach. He needs his message to come out clearer than glass, and for those kinds of resultsâheâs turning to oneâŠannoying person for advice.
As Nanami reaches into his pocket, he can taste regret staining his tongue. And as heâs clicking onto that damned contact, heâs cursing himself for even thinking of turning to this man for advice.
And when the line connects, heâs kissing his teeth at the sound of his nickname falling from the lips of oneâŠGojo Satoru.
âNanamin! You rarely call me these days! I miss you yâknow,â the smooth voice trumpets out into his ear.Â
Huffing out the last bit of his pride, Nanami sighs into the phone, âAh wellâŠum, GojoâŠI need someâŠhelp.â
âWith?â
âA woman. My assistant, to be precise. Weâre going out of town for the weekend andââ
âNanami? Going on a trip? I mustâve died. And with a lady? Iâm in an alternate universe now,â Gojo teases. âSo, what do you need help with, Iâm a little lost.â
Nanami drops himself on the edge of his sofa, the taupe leather dipping beneath his weight. He brings a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at his tensed skin.Â
âSheâs my assistant butâŠGojoâŠI really want her to be my girlfriend. I have for the past three years. But my hints are too subtle and this is my best chance to finally be honest with her. I just donât want to mess up. Weâre going out to Kyoto
âThree years? Youâve always been patient, but this is extreme, Nanami. And the hot springsâŠyou planning onââ
âStop it right there. JustâŠtell me what youâd do.â
Nanami stares at his phone as the line goes silent, waiting for Gojo to say somethingâanything, really.Â
âNanami, now I canât help you too much, Iâm not the relationship type. But just think about it like this, if youâve had your eye on her for three yearsâŠand sheâs been working with you for three years, obviously thereâs something she likes about you too. This is so cliche and Iâm cringing at the thought butâŠbe yourââ
âNo.â Nanami immediately shuts down.Â
âYes, and let me explain. Donât try to be some guy youâre not, women pick up on that too easily, especially since you guys are going out on this trip. Be yourself and when the time comes, tell her how youâve felt. And no matter what happens, just be proud that you were honest with yourself, okay?â
âYeahâŠthat works.â
âGood!â Gojo cheers, âNow go have fun and bring some condoms! You never know whatâsââ
âGoodbye, Gojo,â and just like that, Nanamiâs thumb isn't hesitant to end the call with a click.Â
âJust be myselfâŠâ heâs mulling over. While itâs sad to say that Nanami already knew that, he was hoping for something a little more out of Gojo. But himself is all he can be, then thatâs exactly how heâll act.Â
Slotting his phone back into his pocket, Nanami catches a glimpse of the time from the face of his watch.
3:00 P.M.
He had just an hour to himself before sitting on a two-hour train with you. But before that reality could be realised, He had a few errands to knock off his list.
The next time Nanami checks his watch, heâs leaning against a white tiled column in Tokyo station.Â
And the time isâŠ3:45.Â
Those that surround are others caught up in their own livesâteenagers dressed in uniform, businessmen in their suits chasing the next transfer, and families strolling out the exits; all the people and not a single one knew the nerves that ambush his calm mind.Â
Not a single one knew of the havoc crashing through his body at the reality heâs set to enter. He did all he could to prepare, yet he canât comprehend that heâs the last piece to the puzzle. Everythingâs in line like dominoes, and all he had to do was strike the porcelain trail down.
And something about that, such ease, nothing about that sits right in Nanamiâs mind.Â
Until the winning move falls right into his unexpecting lap.Â
âOh! Nanami! Hi, sorry for making you wait! This station is just big, thankfully I just followed my gut and found you here,â the familiar voice rings in his ear.
He looks up to find your starry eyes already set on him from a few paces away. Nanamiâs staring at you, hard. Heâs never seen you in anything that wasnât professional wear, thatâs the excuse that plays in his mind over and over like a broken record.Â
You, in that silk yellow blouse that grants so much cleavage thanks to its low-cut neck. And the pleated light gray skirt around your waist is just so short, just one mishap and itâs all over.
Amidst all his leering, Nanami almost allows himself to forget manners. He meets you just halfway, wearing a soft smirk as he reaches for your bag.
âHere, allow me.â
âOh! Thank you so much, Sirâ"
Itâs that damned word again. The letters rolling off your tongue bring a haunting memory from yesterday back into Nanamiâs mind. He clenches the leather strap of your carry-on ever so tightly, gradually collecting himself before speaking.Â
âHey Darling, you can drop the âsirâ, okay? Weâre on vacation after all. Nanami works just fine, or evenâŠKento works, if you want.â
Heâs enlightened by the smile you put on your face, the peaks of your cheeks polished beneath the stationâs fluorescent lights.Â
âOh, sorry about that! âm just so used to the honorifics. ButâŠalright then, Nanami. Is my bag too heavy for you?â
âNo, no, itâs really not heavy at all. But we should get to the platform, though,â Nanami tokens with his head towards the destined path. âAre you ready?â
A kind smile grew across your glistening lips as you leaned towards Nanami, your hands softly clapping with approval. âLead the way then, Iâm right here.â
And Nanami does just that. He spins right on the heel of his shoe and walks with occupied hands, a tepid stare of his path ahead, his mind swirling with thoughts of you, and you at his side.Â
The stationâs loud, loud with chatter, giggles, running feet, and warbling notifications on the intercom, and as all this goes on around him, Nanami canât help but be absorbed into his own world. A world that included you.Â
Every so often, he steals a glance at you, his wistful eye watching you marvel at the stationâs lively atmosphere. But all he can think about in his world is you; you and your beauty. Heâs enamored at your mindless antics, the way your lashes flutter with each blink, the way your lips twist upâheâs even stuck over. But looking at you wasnât enough, not when thereâs this wall between you two.Â
Itâs invisible to everyone but him. Itâs one that he can look over, one that he can easily topple over with a sigh, but itâs one that he canât fathom to crack without a proper plan.
The wall of silenceâNanamiâs greatest ally turned enemy.Â
He isnât used to this: sharing his intimate time like this. If heâs not holed up in his office, heâs out on his own tending to errands or matters of business. His usual standoffish method stands no chance today if he aims to woo you.
So, he went to the first thing you both had in common for the moment: emotion.Â
âSoâŠâ Nanami begins as he scours his mind for the words. âAre youâŠexcited?âÂ
You extend a kind look to him, soft eyes that pair well with your smile. âOf course I am! Iâve never been to a hot spring before, but Iâve heard so much about them and how good theyâre supposed to be. I canât wait for that hot water to hit my skin! How about you, Nanami?âÂ
âMe?â He echoes with an arched brow. âWellâŠguess Iâm excited too. Breaks are something I always want to take, but I never seem to act on them. The second I give it some thought, Iâm already calculating missed opportunities and risks. I appreciate you pushing for this, Honey. Just make sure you have fun for me, okay?â
âFor you?â Maybe you werenât supposed to catch that slip-up, but being with Nanami like this was already fulfilling you beyond words. For him to be walking beside you, holding your luggage like it's nothing but a feather, itâs all too much for your mind to contain.Â
Moving dates around to have the weekend available worked in your favor. Three whole days tucked up beside Nanami, waking up with him, exploring Kyoto together, and even bathing together clouds your imagination with sinful thoughts.Â
He hides the full extent of his figure beneath suffocating suits, but you know all too well that Nanamiâs physique is on par with the gods themselves. With his arms, back, and thighs banded with muscle, his developed chest taut with contour, and his big hands teeming with veins, your eyes were ready for it all.Â
And if the weekend ends with you bent over to help relieve all the pent-up stress he talks about in sessions, it would all be for a promising cause.
âAww, NanamiâŠthen letâs have fun together. But if IâOh look, here we are! And the trainâs boarding too, should we board? Looks like weâll have to look for seats too,â your voice carrying a dull sigh.
âItâs fine, I think I can see two seats right there,â Nanami directs with a tilt of his chin.Â
He leads the way once more, urging you to board the train in front of him. The seats he took note of. You slip inside first, taking the window seat just as Nanami saw in his head.
Before he could join you, Nanami marks his spot with a small white plastic bag on his seat before loading the suitcases into the overhead bin and grabbing it again before sitting beside you.
Tugging the bag open, he reveals two sandwiches inside. âOh, I stopped by the bakery on my way here and grabbed sandwiches. I umâŠI noticed what you like on yours, soâŠhere you are.â
Trying to still his trembling grip, Nanami carefully places the tightly bundled sandwich into your awaiting hands.Â
âAw, thank you so much! You really didnât have to! I was just gonna wait until we got to Kyoto to eat!â
The smile that consumes your face is contagious, prompting Nanami to hide his own grin behind a clamped hand.Â
âItâs a long ride and I have a feeling you might have missed breakfast, soâŠhope you like it, Sweetheart.â
Nanamiâs hope of gawking at you is cut short when you catch his leering sights.Â
The heat of embarrassment crackles beneath his skin, something he knows he canât hide from you.Â
Rather, he adjusts himself, pushing his glasses up against the bridge of his nose with an excuse fumbling out from his lips.Â
âSorry. I was just, uhââ
âYâknow, I was wondering,â you swiftly suggest a new subject, ââŠwhat do you look like without your glasses?â
Quirking up a brow, Nanami finds himself turning towards you amidst the cloud of blush claiming his cheeks. âCurious?â
âVery. But if theyâre prescription, then please just ignoreââ
âTheyâre not. Theyâll more like sunglasses, but here, I have nothing to hide.â
At your implied request, Nanamiâs glasses sit squeezed between his grip as he pulls them off his face. Heâs met with your awestruck faceâwidened eyes and gaping lips.
âScary, huh? I bet I lookâŠuhâŠSweetheart?â
âNanamiâŠyou look soâŠdifferent?â
âIs that a good thing?âÂ
âMhm,â you nod, âIâm gonna sound old here but you look so handsome! And your eyes, theyâre like brown with a dash of green?! Thatâs so pretty!â
Heâs handsome??? Thatâs a word Nanami never expected to hear fall from your lips. And youâre keeping those doe eyes pinned on him and only him too. Now how is he going to play this off? Hide his entire face behind his palm? Or maybe he should get up altogether and try to calm downâŠ
âOhâŠthank you, Darling. UmâŠIâm gonna go use the bathroom, alright? Be right back.â
Nanami doesnât get the chance to hear you reply, not when heâs dead-set on returning to you. Just his luck that the bathroom is at the end of the cabinâand unoccupied.
He nearly throws himself inside, slamming the door shut behind him. Beneath his feet, he can feel the trainâs latent drags over the tracks, officially beginning the long ride to Kyoto.Â
Nanami leans against the white sink, grasping the thick porcelain rim with a bruising grip. Heâs met with the slender mirror tucked between the chamberâs corner, and just as he knew itâheâs red. From the tips of his ears down to his cheeks, itâs all pinkâŠand seems to only grow richer.Â
That wasâŠpathetic. A few words of kindnessâno, a compliment from you about the qualities he already knows about himself places him in this sweating, breathless rut.Â
Heâs pathetic. If thatâs all it took for him to crack, how could he be allowed to think about sleeping in the same bed as you or even bathe with you? This was the place to shake out all those nerves, all those second thoughts haunting his mind, because after this moment, Nanami would no longer be alone. Because at this moment, Nanami is staring at his last moments as a bachelor before heâs married off to the idea of being yours.Â
He reaches out for the handle, granting cold water to shoot out of the facet.Â
A few chilly splashes contrast the heat and heâs back to staring back at his fair-skinned reflection.Â
âA calm mind keeps a sound bodyâ, thatâs the mantra that plays in his head as he tends to his suit, tugging at the sleeve cuffs gently before exiting the bathroom and walking back to his seat. Upon finding you again, he finds you peering out the window of the passing landscape, the city slowly fading out into the countrysideâs green pastures.Â
He notices your fidgeting fingers, nervously linking around each other. Of course, you felt something and his jetting to the bathroom only made things worse.Â
âIâm back,â he utters for your ears to hear.Â
Tilting your head back against the black leather, your eyes find Nanamiâs, his unfiltered mossy hues falling onto your own.
âFeel better?â Your soft voice greets him.Â
Sheepishly, Nanami nods as he drops back into his seat. âYeah, I just needed a moment.â
You shift closer to Nanami, resting your arms along the armrest between your bodies. âDid IâŠsay something wrong?â
Thatâs when Nanamiâs heart drops straight to the soles of his feet. Heâs tossed into a state of sheer panic, raking his mind for some makeshift apology to soothe your worries. So many things he could say, but heâs settled for something he would prefer to hear: the raw and honest truth, no matter how pitiful it may seem.Â
A sigh breaks out of Nanamiâs chest and into the air. He resorts to squeezing at the bridge of his nose to assemble his mind. âNo, no, never that, Honey! Itâs just that Iâm not used to getting complimentsâŠat all, really. And I get so red, itâs all just embarrassing to me.â
You perch your chin within your open palm, a faint smile gathering on your lips. âThatâs so cute, Nanami! Well, since youâre not used to âem, Iâll give them to you. BecauseâŠyou really are handsomeâŠsir.â
Oh, you must be doing this on purpose, pushing all his buttons to get a reaction. He canât even hide his grin anymore, not that he wants to, youâre getting a rise out of himâand heâs loving every single moment.
Heâs loving it so much that he canât help but join you, levering his neck to give you his attention. Heâs doing so with a rare smile, one that leaves the peaks of his cheeks brimmed.Â
âOh, but thatâs not your jobâŠthatâs mine. How could I have forgotten to tell you just how beautiful you look? Yellow looks really nice against your skin, Sweetheart.â
Nanami catches himself in the moment, how heâs moving closer to your beaming visage. He allows his sights to shift from between your eyes and down to your lips before taking in a harrowing breath.Â
Thereâs only one thought in his mindâŠthis was going to be an interesting ride.Â
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âCâmon! The villaâs just around the corner!â You point, turning around to gauge Nanamiâs awareness.Â
âSlow down! Iâm right behind you!â he chuckles, tucking the luggage beneath his arms.Â
Two and a half hours, thatâs all it took for Nanami to break the ice of workplace formality with you. Since his outbreak on the trainâand your affirming words; heâs found himself floating on a cloud.Â
Now heâs trudging up some stairs behind you all the way up to the villa, secluded from the outside world.Â
Since arriving in Kyoto, Nanamiâs been taken away by the historic landscape of the area. Lush green trees stand tall amongst bushes and shrubs, and blooming flowers surround the quiet town at every corner.
The only unfortunate fact about the town was that everything closed at six on Fridays, and the train ride got you both here at six thirty. Which meant no nighttime browsing, no dinner, and room service was about to close.
But itâs a fact that Nanamiâs willing to dismiss the moment he stood at the villa door with you at his side.Â
Heâs dipping his hand into his pocket for the key, pressing the gold-plated metal through the slot. âHere we are, go on ahead,â Nanami grins, his hand pushing the door open for you.
âNanami,â you coo, âYou go in first, youâve been lugging those bags up here.â
âNo, itâs fine. You know the saying, Sweetheart, ladies first,â He smirks.
What Nanami didnât anticipate was how close you were, your body flush against his own. And your eyes, theyâre lingering on his own as you slip past him, pulling a breathless gasp from his lungs.Â
âWellâŠif you insist. Iâm gonna go shower first then, meet you in the water, Nanami.â
âO-Okay,â he stutters out dumbly, his eyes left to hinge on your disappearing figure.Â
Thereâs another fact that Nanamiâs taken note of since the train ride, how casual youâve become with him so quickly. The fact brought him back to his phone call with Gojo and all that was shared.
It has Nanami mulling over what Gojo said, you already have some kind of feelings toward him. The train ride provided him with enough evidence, but logic tells him not to assume anything further.Â
And maybe you did feel the same way about him that heâs felt about you for the past three years. Tonight he was willing to put all that to the test, and he only hopes the results come out in his favor.Â
Dragging the bags inside, Nanami shuts the doors behind him, only to take in the villa with a scanning glare.Â
Takami mats replace the hardwood floor heâs become used to, with white walls surrounding him. The living room is quaint, with a black sofa against the wall with two armchairs joining the assembly. Just past the living room is a deck that looks out over the town, with a pool of steaming water just past a few steps.Â
âNanamiiii?â You sing from around the corner, breaking his focus with ease.
âYes, Sweetheart?â Heâs chuckling to himself. God, if his last name sounds this good, how would his first name roll off that tongue of yours?
He walked towards the source of your voice, only for him to be greeted with the scene of you standing in the middle of the hallway with nothing but a towel wrapped around your body.Â
To ground himself fast, Nanami clears his throat and keeps his eyes pinned on you. And only your eyes.Â
âIs the shower off or something?â
âOh no, nothing like that. Thereâs soap, towels, toothbrushes, and toothpaste, the bathroomâs great. I was thinking, should we order something? Maybe some hot sake and snacks?Â
âGet whatever you want,â he shrugs, taking a hand through his hair. Iâll have some too, so don't wait for me. Iâm gonna go shower too, so go ahead and soak.â
You give Nanami one of your smiles before walking past himâjust in time to give him some words of encouragement.Â
âDonât take too long, itâs gonna get lonely without you.â
Nanami stands in the doorway of the bathroom, taking one more glimpse at you with his head shaking.Â
âI wonât.
The next time Nanami gets to see you is after his shower, a brief ten minutes thatâs synonymous with an eternity. He leaves the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair weighted by water and his mind running on mischievous fumes.Â
Finally, he has you all alone with no outside noise to impede on his slice of heaven. Heâs strolling down the hallway with his head held high, exuding the sheer heat of confidence off his slicked skin.
Who knew that the moment he caught a view of you, all his hard work would be swept up under the rug and replaced by naive awe? Â
Nanami swears to himself that heâll look away, but itâs a promise bound to be broken because he simply canât find elsewhere to rest his sore eyes except on you. You and the gentle curves of your glistening body perched along the ring of rocks compassing the private hot spring. Beside you is a small bowl that floats, holding what he can safely assume to be the hot sake you wanted.Â
He doesnât quite get whatâs so amusing about the scene either, but thereâs something about observing you participate in the mundane task of peering out over the settling town made Nanamiâs cheek swell with a rousing heat. Â
A part of him almost doesnât want to distract youâbut his imagination was painting him too many scenes that needed his hand to unfold.Â
Biting the innards of his cheek, Nanami gathers whatâs left of his ebbing confidence to walk down the deck steps, the wood creaking beneath his every step.Â
âHowâs the water?â Nanamiâs question breaks the silence.Â
His voice coaxes you to meet him with a welcoming grin, âItâs so nice! And the sake got here too, itâs not too sweet and itâs still warm, just for you.â
Nanami stands at the poolâs edge, his hand encircling his hidden waist. âYeah, yâknow Iâm not even much of a drinker, but Iâll try my hand at it tonight.â
Heâs still got your regard, the two of you trapped in a trance until he notices your gaze wavering further along his body. Down his bulging chest bejeweled by water droplets, the carefully sculpted contours of his abdomen, down to the fluffy white towel hanging around his hips.Â
âWellâŠ,â you purr, âArenât you coming in, Nanami?â
Slowly, Nanami lowers himself into the steamy bath, his foot settling onto the shallow bottom. The misty water splits around him as Nanami introduces himself. The water comes up no further than his mid-thigh, but the moment he sits down, heâs pulled into an embrace that captures most of his chest. And yet, he canât hide the sigh of relief that trumpets out his mouth, his head dropping back between his shoulder blades.
âOh wow,â he pants, âFeels so good.â
âRight, and with a little sakeâŠâ you push the wobbling bowl to swim across the pool towards him, âYouâll feel even better.â
âReally?â Nanami smirks as the sake enters his realm. Heâs quick to pour himself a cup, filling the stout ceramic cup to the brim.Â
âIf you want some moreâŠgotta come a little closer, Sweetheart,â he teases as he brings the rim of the cup to his lips.Â
âGuess I could go for a little more,â you give into him with a chuckle, rising from your spot with a hand clipped to the overlapping layers of your towel.Â
Slow, sweeping steps cut through the water as Nanami gawks at your bearing silhouette. That pesky towel clings to your body, but all it does is complement your curvesâthose very curves that sit nuzzled to his side as you sit beside him.Â
âHowâs this? Close enough?â you press, your head lolling against the rocky edge to face Nanamiâs flushed face.Â
âIâll take it,â Nanami snickers as he works himself to pour your cup. âHere, should we make a toast?â
âTo what? A vacation?â you question with your cup in hand.Â
âHmmâŠâ Nanami weighs, âToâŠus. And this long-awaited vacation.â
âTo us, thenâ you cheer as your cup rings against Nanamiâs.
Heâs back to eyeing you; thereâs a grin working onto your lips as you push down the sweet liquor, one that brings a liberating wave to wash over Nanamiâs mind. He wishes he could see you like this all time, relaxed and free from the stresses of the world.Â
A moment of silence falls over the scene, allowing you and Nanami to simply bask in each otherâs presence. The sakeâs finally settled in his system too, leaving him with a faint haze over his mind. He places his empty cup back onto the wobbling bowl before shifting towards you, his eyelids resting at half-mast.Â
âYâknow, Iâm really happy you agreed to come with me, Dollface,â he sighs happily, â I like seeing you calm like this.â
âI could say the same thing to you, I donât think Iâve seen you smile so much,â you return fondly.Â
âBut Iâm only smiling this much because of you.â
âPfft, what did I do?â You push offâbut Nanami catches the disbelief in your voice with a squint.Â
Thatâs when Nanami's eyes shoot toward your own. He isnât playing around either, not with the courage coursing through his veins. Was this the moment heâs been waiting three years for? And if it was, would he ruin it by saying too much? So much doubt, so much second thoughts cloud his mindâbut when he opens his mouth to speak, itâs all rooted from the depths of his heart.
âSo much. Youâve done so much, all your time and care have never gone unnoticed. A-andâŠI âŠhave so much I wish to tell you, butâŠIâll be honest, Iâm nervous.â
âNanami? Itâs okay, Iâm right here and Iâm here to listen.â You aimed to soothe him, your hand breaking through the water to lay against his chest.Â
Oh, how he wishes you wouldnât have done that. His heartâs already throbbing up to his ears, and with you finally laying a hand on him, he might burst right there. But the tranquil aria of your voice brings Nanami back down into his body and a clear mind.Â
He clips his bottom lips between his teeth, using the sharp pain to calm the heartbeat you had complete access to. âDoll, I canâtâŠI canât keep this up. Iâve umâŠalwaysâŠalways wanted to tell you that since the day you walked into my officeâŠI knew I wanted to be yours.â
âBut I meanâŠâ Thereâs the logical churning in Nanamiâs brain when he enters a space of realismâwhere he analyses everything down to the letter without regard for how cold it may roll off his tongue.Â
And that includes an analysis of himself.
âAnd I know, what sane woman would wanna be with a man like me? I donât express much emotion, Iâm too technical and I overwork myself. But I promise to beââ
âKento?â you interrupt, rapping the tips of your fingers against his chest.Â
âYeah?â He sulks with a frown.Â
The hand you keep at his chest creeps up to his inflamed features, that same heat meddling in with your palm as you cup his cheek. A gentle turn pits Nanami to face you head-on, but to ease his rushing mind, you give him a smile paired with the softest of tones.
âAny sane woman might not, but youâre grouping me in a category that doesnât suit me. I donât mind for my man to be a thinker, a hard worker. And if he has some trouble expressing himself, itâs okay. I have patienceâŠjust like you do.â
Nanamiâs hiking a brow at your remarks, âSoâŠyouâve known this entire time?â
âKnown is a strong word. But Nanami, weâve been working together for the past three years. How could I not fall for you when you treat me so kindly? All those lunch and dinner dates, the random gifts that pop up on my desk. I mean, playing it off on clients is sweet and all but the office doesnât open until ten and the mailman doesnât reach us until twelve. StillâŠthe effort was sweet.â
âGod, I feel so childish!â Nanami groans as he screws his eyes shut to avert your gaze. âGuess I shouldnât have been so nervous, huh?â
âYeah but, think of it like this,â you try to shed some light on his woes. âThree years have passed and we know each other better, down to our habits too. I think we were better off waiting rather than jumping in when we first met.â
âBut that only leaves one questionâŠâ Nanami whispers to himself. He opens his eyes again and finds you as his refuge. Space isnât a stranger in his mind, not when heâs barely a few inches away from your visage. When he finally gathers his thoughts, the words spill from Nanamiâs lips without another second pass.Â
âWill youâŠbe my girlfriend, Angel?â
Nanami can hear you swallow down that lump in your throat. Nerves, thatâs the one thing he did calculate for. Heâs throwing a relationship on you, without asking if you were anywhere near ready for the commitment.Â
But heâs hoping. Nanamiâs hoping and praying to any god that exists that youâll grant him this one selfish wish.Â
âYâknow, if we do this, things canât go back to how they used to beâŠever again.â
âI know,â Nanami hums as he brings his thumb to brush along the crest of your cheek.
âA-And, weâll have to talk about things moving forward.â
âThatâs fine with me.â
âButâŠwhat if weâre making a mistake?â
Nanami catches your chin with between his thumb and index finger, compelling you to look up into his eyes. Theyâre gentle, free of their usual cold stare, and superseded by a blossoming twinkle. Heâs capturing you in a trance thatâs leaving you breathless; breathless and at Nanamiâs every whim.Â
âIf this is a mistake, then Iâll do anything to prove to you that itâs not. Thereâs no mistake here, that much I know. Whatever you want, whatever it takesâŠIâll do it if it means we can be together.â
A pout pushes out onto your lips, touched by Nanamiâs dedication and devotion to you.Â
âOkayâŠbut what about right now? This isnât going to end in only a kiss.âÂ
âMmm, call it consummating the relationship,â Nanami suggests under his gravitation beneath tensionâs heat towards you. His eyes hang low and pin right onto your lips, hinged at the fated words speaking through the air.Â
âWell thenâŠguess Iâm all yours, Kento. Yes, I wanna be your girlfriendââ
âThatâs all I needed to hear.â That truly is all Nanami needs to hear because he didnât even grant your monologue its deserved spotlight before his lips are sinking against your own.Â
He has half a mind to call it the kiss of life, a weight lifting off his shoulders the moment he delves into his long-awaited bliss. Itâs as heâs imaginedâno, better than that. The soft plush of your lips entices him, pulling him into a game of chase. You pull back and heâs right there for more, and when you push heâs taking it all with a pathetic whimper seeping from behind his clashing teeth.
It isnât long before his hands dip back into the water for the treasure heâs calling your hips. Hidden behind that towel, but itâs no match for him when heâs holding you now, so close that not even a drop of water could invade.Â
And if Nanami had the strength to find the words, he would. But heâs using every ounce of his strength to fight against the water to have you closer. Heâs guiding you right onto his lap, your body smothering against his as you straddle him.Â
âCan IâŠtake this towel off?â He quizzes between a breathâand he smirks when you conjure up a feverish nod.Â
Like a feather in the wind, Nanamiâs using a delicate touch to peel away the wall, his eyes growing at the sight of your bare skin in reach. Itâs a reward when he yanks the thick cloth from beneath you and off into the dark abyss behind him.Â
And now that Nanamiâs finally got his hands on you, no force in the universe could move him.Â
Youâre so soft in his palms, with skin so supple heâs almost afraid of what his touch could do to you. Even with all those precautions, his faith is an unwavering one. Youâre too cute for him to abstain from such bliss, especially with three long years of patience behind his belt.Â
He simply has to get his hands on you, all over you until heâs become acquainted with every crease, crevice, and curve your body has to offer.
âLet me give you a quick lesson on something, Baby. I think youâll like it too,â he hums, pulling away from this kiss.
âOh?â you entertain, tilting your head at Nanamiâs new persona. Heâs grinning, his smile so wide that you swear it has to be a figment of your imagination. But the way his hands glide across your skin pulls out a vivid reminder in the form of a helpless whimper.Â
 âGo ahead, show me everything you know.â
âErogenous zones. The places where you get extra sensitive. I wanna see how many I can find. LikeâŠright here.â He tends to your breast first, his vast palms carefully skimming along the delicate skin. Heâs cupping your tits in his care, using his girth fingers to knead into the pillowy plush.
âHow does that feel, Sweetheart?â
Oh, arenât you the cutest, pulling back from the steady stream of kisses to watch how intentful Nanami is with his words. The hands you brace onto his shoulder pick up a dangerous grip when his fingers feather at your nipples, pinching the dormant buds awake.Â
With this newfound audience, Nanami canât help but perform now. Heâs taken to the valley of your chest, his lips simmering against your skin as he sketches the grounds for his act in fluttering pecks. Bit by bit, heâs planting his path, nipping at your skin until his lips brush against your nipple. Â
You pinch at your lip again, praying that it grounds you from what Nanami has in store. âFeel soâŠso good, Ken,â you whine with setting eyes.Â
He doesnât get his way without hearing your mouth, a delicate chirp that melts into a moan. As your eyes crack open once more, heâs sure to meet you with gentle olive irises.Â
âThatâs my girl. Too pretty to hide when Iâm merely teasing you. Iâve got all night with you, remember?â
Thatâs as much as a reminder to himself too, he has all night, two days, and the rest of his days to explore you. But already heâs missed out on so much time, so he hopes youâll excuse him for the rush now.
The rush of his back finally traveling past your tweaked ties and down to l the small of your back, his burly hands dressing your delicate body like a corset. If he remembers from his days back in university, the back is a special place. Itâs where your spine can be found, where your curves take shape, but thereâs something else here that Nanami canât quite put his finger on.
Until he does.
His fingers dust right over the divots in your back, those two dimples waiting for attention. He remembers now, the insane levels of sensitivity hidden in plain sight. He doesnât want to give away his ruse, but for all you know, heâs merely inches away from grabbing onto your ass.
So he does it, delicately allowing a few fingers to slip past the water and sink into the pert plump flesh, leaving only his thumbs to fill out those precious jewels of your lower back. The pads of his thumbs lay teasing strides as a ploy until heâs located those hidden cords of nerves.Â
He canât wait anymore, softly pulsing his thumbs against the dips, solely for his ears to be graced by the prettiest of chords: your heavy gasps drumming into the air.
âThis is an overlooked one. Known as the lumbar, but itâs simply your lower back. By using a liiiitle pressure like thisââ
âKennnâŠh-hold on, thatâs soâŠOhmyâ!âÂ
Thatâs the gasp heâs looking for, the satisfaction parading itself somewhere deep inside Nanami. The jolt wrecking through your body only brought you right into his hands and pinned against his chest. His lips take to your ears for his own bliss, hiding a sadist smirk behind his encouraging words.Â
âNow, now, those nasty words donât suit you, Angel. Canât you find anything else to say with that pretty mouth of yours?â
âB-But, Iââ
Another slip along your back dimples sends you reeling against Nanami, your head dropping to fill the crook of his neck.
âNanami! Thatâs âŠt-too mmuch for me,â your plea falling on deaf ears.
âOh Baby, did you forget who I am? The bodyâŠthis bodyâŠ.your bodyâŠthereâs so many ways to touch you, tease you, make you cum without getting remotely close to your pussyâŠând Iâm just getting started.â
Nanami veers himself enough for his eyes to be cast upon you, his hazel hues scanning over your fucked out face; those eyes fluttering at half-mast, your lips broken fleeing hot pants chest. He canât help but soothe the pain with pleasure, painting the flustered tips of your ear in deft pecks.
âYou just so happen to land yourself a sex therapist for a man.â
Itâs a truth that Nanami doesnât let you absorb, not while heâs playing with you like this. His thumbs taunt your lower back and his hands strapped along your ass pull your hips into transit, rutting against him for a sliver of relief.Â
But Nanamiâs grown so desperate that heâs slouchingâpermitting his back to slip against the bathâs wall if it meant he could plug your pleas with his bulge.Â
And wasnât his theory proved right on the first try?
Because the second his hips curl right up under you, heâs gasping at how the lips of your cunt drag against the drenched towelâand along his poor cock. So much fervor, so much passion is driving your hips to rock like this, forcing the towel to lick at your clit.
ButâŠthatâs his new job. A new task that comes with his promotionâand one that heâs dying to commence.Â
âKen,â his name highlighted behind your moans.
He gets the chance to watch you reach out for him, your hands lacing around the nape of his neck and pulling him close. So close that your foreheads rest against each other and all you can do is dress each otherâs mouth with aimless pants.Â
âYou want more, donât you?â He chuckles.Â
And you could respond, but you allow your lips to deliver the message to him loud and clear. Back to that familiar cadence, your lips falling into a dance made for you. But when your tongue dips into his mouth for the first time, Nanami swears he could cum right then and there.Â
Your tongue, velvety and so kind, traces along his ownâriding up along every curve and back down to his bottom lip.Â
âFuck,â is all Nanami can mutterâŠbecauseâŠfuck. Such a dirty word, but his mindâs running on nothing but the lust clouding his core, and rushing to bully his cock with relentless pangs.Â
âKentoâŠis that?...â you giggle, breaking from his lips when something hard perks up between your legs.Â
âThatâs what you do to me, Baby. âm so hard already, waiting for you to be mine.â
âAww, but I am yours, Honey,â you avow, raking your nails along the deep chisels of his back. Against his lips, you whisper such a lulling coo that pulls at Nanamiâs restraint, using the exact words he didnât need to hear.Â
âSoâŠwhat are you waiting for?â
Nanami kisses his teeth, sparking a devious grin to claim his mouth.
âPart three of this lesson.â
A hand of his snakes between your bodies, twisting and tugging his towel out from under him until heâs free.Â
âAnother erogenous zone, huh? Can IâŠtry to find yours?âÂ
Nanami could never deny you, who was he to start now of all times? He decides to help you out by laying a grip around your wrist, leading your hand down between your bodies
When your hand laces around his pudgy length, heâs gritting his teeth at your bestowing grip. So loose but cradles his cock with such care he could almost shed a tear.Â
But all you do is lug your lax fist up and down, singly to tease Nanami of what could come to pass. And you do it all without failing to keep your sights aligned with his own. So, just this once heâs letting you take the reins.Â
âGo on, Iâll even give you extra points if you know how to handle it.â His hands float back up to your hips and he finally relaxesâhis body stills, his mind blanks, and Nanami inhales a breath what he deems to be tranquility at its finest.
Heâs resting in your care, closing his eyes and allowing himself to feel everythingâevery beat of his heart, the waves crashing against his chest, the stirring of nerves brewing in his stomach.Â
That alone grows, its futile persistence slowly consuming Nanami. Heâs touched himself so many times before, but it all fails to compare when he has you working on his behalf. Itâs more than he can handle. Â
And heâs too keen on hiding it either, Nanamiâs head lolling back when your hand gains fervency. Your wrist works sloppy twirls around the belled crown of his cock that coaxes a livid heat to rip through his nerves.Â
âJ-Just like that, niiice ând slowâŠg-get the tip tooâfuck!âÂ
Your lips cling to his exposed bobbing Adamâs apple, littering his skin with kisses and taunts.Â
âAww, so sensitive, Ken. And âm only touching you exactly how you want me to,â
âFu-fuuuck, thatâsâŠd-donât squeeze down like that o-orâ!â Heâs barely huffing out. His chestâs struggling to keep up, relying on labored breaths to feed his lungs what bits of air he gathers.
Only a few minutes into the relationship, Nanamiâs already pushed to the edge, his body teetering the dangerous line of pain and pleasure. It feels so good to have you touch him, but the heft of his impending high has him seeing stars each time he blinks. Itâs a line of pain and bliss that has tears welling in Nanamiâs eyes, his broken mind split on an outcome that dooms him either way.
âHa-Hah! Baby, please! I donât wanna cum yet, slow down!â Heâs sobbing with hands clipping to your waist. His nails sink into your plushy skin, marking you with a bruising belt of crimson crescents.Â
âBut youâre so close, Ken!â
âI know, I know, but I canât cum before you do, Angel. Wouldnât feel right to me.â
His hand finds a new hold along your wrist, pulling your worked hand through the water and pressing along the bulging ripples of his chest.Â
âBesidesâŠAll that sakeâs got me craving something so sweet. Think you can help me out with that, Honey?â
âMm-hmâŠâcourse, Ken.â
âGood.â He hums as his gaze falls over the salacious sceneâs background: the wooden deck. Heâs also keen on calling the towel he freed from you back into play, tugging the soaked cotton towel across the deck.Â
Patting his hand atop the deck, Nanami ushers you to join his next lesson, âCâmon. Bend over and keep that pretty ass in the air for me, alright?â
If thereâs something Nanami knows about you, itâs your ear for direction. Every task, every favor, and anything heâs asked of you during the past three years was always completed beyond expectation.
And this was no different.Â
The arch you take on is nothing short of heavenly, your face hidden behind the blossoming spread of your ass. âBeautiful,â he ponders aloud, his wandering hands rowing along the luscious junctures of your curves. âI still need your help, Darling. Spread yourself frâ me.â
He oversees the hesitancy that claims you, your trembling hands reaching around the globes of your ass. Ever so gently you pull yourself apart before him, only for a whimper to bring all your hard work crumbling down.Â
âBut KenâŠthatâs soâfuck!â
Obiviously youâre nervous, heâs asked you to reveal yourself like itâs something so easy. As his newfound position entitles, heâs supposed to ease your woes, not enforce more than what the world already dishes out. Thatâs why Nanami takes a thumb right over your clit, drawing loose rings around the timid bud. Heâs so painstakingly slow too, ensuring that every nerve is caught beneath his tantric trance.Â
âThatâs so what, Baby? You donât have to be nervous with me, just wanna make you feel good.â And thatâs a sworn promise of his, the kiss he places onto your ass brandishes it as such.Â
âTake your time, âm right here.â
Words have power, and heâs witnessing the magic with naked eyes. Your hands, once trembling and timid, now pries yourself apart for Nanamiâs sake.Â
âHowâs that?â you press, tilting your head to find Nanamiâs hidden silhouette.Â
âPerfect. So pretty too, Baby. Oh, look at how cute your clit is! Mmm, I know youâre sweet too, arenât you, Darling?â
What else had to be said, Nanamiâs really taken a liking to your pussy, the way your clit drinks up his touch with jaunty throbs. He canât ignore that blatant fact that youâre dripping into his impressions. He could take some credit for the sticky mess unfolding between your legs, but heâs more interested in furthering his role.
So itâs no wonder when Nanami can feel himself drawing nearer, his heavy eyes guiding him to meet your splayed cunt within mere inches.Â
âTell me, yâknow that this cute clit of yours is another one of those erogenous zones âm teaching you about, right?â He breathes out against your bare cunt.Â
âY-YeahâŠâ you huff, biting at your lip.Â
âGood girl. Let me see how long it takes to make a mess out of you.â
A man starved, thatâs all Nanami is as he falls victim to your displayed cunt. He nurses you with a pout, granting him the exclusivity of tending to your clit. He places a soft kiss as a foundation, melting all your woes beneath his supple curves of a ruined grin.
He seals the spry bulb between his lips, his purling jaw working to bring your clit to its blushing bulbous swell.Â
Heâs allowing his tongue to slip onto the scene, the slicked palette pedaling kind, short strokes to the pink pearl. His heavy tongue drifts along the raw nerves softly, curling just at your swelling hood to tease.Â
Between a thin stare, Nanamiâs thinking of how cute it is that your plump clit dances along with his tongue. It takes two to dance and Nanami couldnât have asked for a finer partner. Whenever he takes the time to twirl, swirl, and nudge at you, heâs met with a grand pirouette that laces around his tongue.Â
âFuck!â the curse ripping from your puffy lips. It feels good, that much he knows thanks to your melodies. But if only you knew the discipline itâs taking Nanami from not burying himself between the fat mounds of your cunt.Â
Youâre like silk against his slicked muscle, those soft folds of yours sewed along his curled tongue. He canât even begin to account for how many times heâs traced at the pulsing hem of your folds, nipped at your fluttering hole, even the number of kisses heâs tongued out of your clit, all to pull out that saccharine stream of ambrosia from your slit. So sweet, so sticky, exactly what he needs to soothe his mind from the edge it sits on.Â
He hears your cries too, your sobs, the whimpers, and the need to cum blended with each word. Nanami wants to soothe you too, feed your numbed mind kind words of reassurance. But greedâs got the better of him, the sin staining his very tongue as he indulges in your honey.Â
But when he catches the way your hands dig into the plush of your ass, heâs wincing at the sight. Â
Heâs also keen to that hand of yours drifting dangerously close to his canvas. Heâs aware of your game and allows for that stubborn digit of yours to nip at your slit.Â
Those subtle pulses lead to you sinking in a little deeper, a certain detail he canât let slip for too long.
âAm I not enough for you, Honey?â Go on, show me how you touch yourself.â
His chocolate hues break wide at how greedily your puffy hole envelopes your finger, swallowing each sloppy stride you pump into your core. But thatâs all it isâcheap, sloppy work.
Somehow and someway, your bodyâs enjoying it, the addition of your finger bringing shivers to rake across your skin.Â
And while Nanami isnât a jealous man, heâs resenting that touch of yours with a nasty sneer.Â
He could shy away, let his mouth help guide you through that high begging to crash through your body. Youâre working so hardâbut Nanami works harder.Â
The longest finger he has pecks at your busy hole. He doesnât think much of it at firstâuntil he catches your hole latching onto his teasing scheme. Before he can go on about how much of a mess youâve made out of yourself, a dumbfounded awe strikes him. Heâs able to attest to it, how his digit is being suckered inside you.Â
âOh fuâknew you still needed my helpâŠbut we can work together too.â Heâs chuckling to conceal that crack in his voice.Â
Itâs a slow, wet draw that has you stretching, gasping to be stuffed by the oblivious girth of his finger. But itâs so wet that your pussy and your mouth have to squeal out against his deepening reach.Â
âK-Kennn, fuck! Right there!â You gasp, yielding your endeavors at Nanamiâs introduction.Â
âNow I didnât say to stop, Angel. Keep going, pretend like Iâm not even here.â
And he means every word, heâs waiting for you to pick that sloppy pace, one that he challenges with the slow drags of his own. You lack the grace he strives for, the same grace that brings him right to your sweet spot without fail.
âO-ooh shit, Kento!â Your hips jerk from his ministrations, but he isnât letting your sobs distract him from such a discovery.Â
âHm? Is that your spot, Honey? Right here?â He taunts, sending his ruined digit to thrash against the stiffening bundle of nerves.
ââM so close, Ken! Plea-Please donât stop!â
Donât stop? Donât stop? He had no plans of stopping, yet your body seems to cry out against your compelling demands. Why, Nanami wants to bring about the lush high you deserve, whereas your hips suddenly picked up such a nasty habit of jerking away from his mouth has him thinking otherwise.Â
âI told you already, you donât have to beg me. Itâs right there, hm? Let it all out for me.â
He tags a hand at your rebelling hips and pulls you right onto his coiled tongue, where defeat lies along the horizon. He relies on his lips, now plump and plush, to tack onto the sputtering bulb of your clit and melt away all that prudish tension with a kiss.Â
Such a kiss allows him to trace over your spry hood, to roll out the glossy pearl in riveting tides. And when paired with his pummeling finger, Nanami can only count the seconds it takes for your body to crumble.
Nanami draws him back exclusively to watch your beautiful demise. He keeps his hand at your hips, kneading at the grip he used to restrain you out of pity. Itâs an honor for him to be by your side, aiding you through what he deems to be a perilous high.Â
Heâs so endowed to your allure, that Nanami canât keep his thoughts all to himselfâno, he utterly has a duty to share all heâs thinking with you, even how pretty you look in the face of ecstasy.Â
âLook at you, wanted to cum ând I did it all for youâŠgive it to me, câmon, Angel.â
Your hand can still be found in his, clutching at his palm through every tremor, every sob, and the heavy sacrifice of your breath. Heâs right there with you, decorating your skin with soiled pecks until your breath is caught and steady. Â
âGood?â He checks, his hand skimming along your skin.Â
âOh, KenâŠth-that was really good!âÂ
âWell thenâŠcan you give me one more?â
Thatâs when you finally turn around to face him, gems of water adorning his body. Your eyes hinge on a particular sight though, his cock standing up at a slight curve.
Tan with the pretty cream hues of his shaft that contrast his own skinâand the blushing pink tip of his cock by miles. Vibrant veins line his every inch, lacing around his girth without fail. The undersideâs heavy too, defined by the contours that flush out his cock. And of course the tipâs fat, what else did you expect, the blushing pink heart that tops him off pecks at you, his cock primed by tease.Â
Nanamiâs touched by how quick heâs got your attention, and he plans of keeping your time well-spent. Thatâs why heâs swift to bestow a coddling grip around his, feeding himself with a few lazy pumps for your explicit viewing pleasure.Â
âButâŠI forgot to bring condomsâdidnât think weâd get this far. We donât have toââ
âNo,â you grin, passing a sinister glint back to Nanami, âItâs fine.â
Oaths spill from his lips the moment you grant him such a blessing. Heâs already nuzzled against you, preparing his fragile mind with what lies beyond your hole.Â
âOh, you got so wet for me, fuck,â the words heâs mumbling arenât even made for your earsâheâs raving straight to your pussy. Heâs dragging his slicked tip through your folds, up and down, tracing at your slit with lazy nips. His prodding bellhead comes to smother your tight hole in messy kisses, lathering up a rich foamy web thatâs waiting to be destroyed.Â
âIâll be gentle, so be nice to yourself too ând donât rush,â Nanami hums as he hunches over your body.Â
Heâs keeping his hips loose as he sends his cock eight inches deep. Eight inches that heâs chosen to feed to you through kind snaps of his hips. Your puffy entrance suckles at the slit of his cock, drinking up every drop of his precum before heâs hidden inside your walls.
âFuhâAngel, t-thatâs just th-the tip, al-alright? Got a litt-ttle more to go,â He gasps. But thatâs to serve as a reminder to him that he has more to goâwhich means Nanami has to grasp onto his composure for just a little while longer.
The urgeâs there, but why rush when you feel so good right here? Warming up his tip with silky pulses that test Nanamiâs resolve. The hands heâs chained to your hips grow heavy, bearing a harsh grip once heâs glued his hips to the thick plush of your ass.
âGonna move now, Angel. Tell me if itâs too much right now, âkay?â
Nanamiâs so ingrained with your suckling heat that he almost doesnât want to pull out. If you keep squeezing him like that too, he knows he could in a matter of minutes.Â
But then a thought laps through his mindâheâs wearing a rare honor of delving into your pussy bare.Â
And thatâs a chance heâs not willing to risk.
Slowly, his hips reel from you, stealing back those girthy inches from your greedy walls. He darts his eyes down to the sight, his cock bore with your slick. So messy what a few minutes can do, and itâs left him with a fixture for sore eyes.Â
Creamy, thick, and yetâŠitâs not enough. No, itâs not enough for Nanami, he needs you creaming a nice cloudy ring around the base of his cock.
Since thatâs the task heâs chasing, Nanami doesnât hesitate to seal himself back into you, finding a kind rhythm to alleviate your walls to his bulling girth. Every roll of his hips brings him closer to his goal, youâre easing up around him. Heâs almost inspired by your resolve to take him to feed you just a little more of a tempo, his hips catching wind of your welcoming advances.
Your voice breaks his concentration. âKen?âÂ
âYe-yeah, Honey?â
âM-MoreâŠI can take it, Baby.â
He had no business hearing that fall from your lips, that request only makes Nanami throb. Heâs all for it now, reeling his hips back until the very tip of his cock threatens to leave you. The filthy rut heâs fallen into reads through your ass, towing hypnotic waves to ripple through your skin.Â
You feel so good around him, your satin-like walls snuggling his girth. He can feel you working at his own demise, all that squeezing feeding the knot in his stomach. Oh, how he wants to cum, to paint you in his seedâbut thatâs not an honor yet deserved, not while your orgasm has yet to present itself.Â
Heâs so hellbent on being so kind to you that every bit of his body acts in accordance towards his wish. The thick head he delivers to, the girth of his cock keeps your greedy walls at bay, and the swell of his heavy balls babies your clit with light taps of rapture.Â
Heâs almost forgotten where you two wereâoutside with neighbors under a kilometer away. But whoâs Nanami to stop those delicious moans from leaving your mouth? Youâre singing him a song of how well heâs pleasing you, how deep he sends his cock to reach. Heâs been busy at your sweet spot for sometime, painting the nerves in his scent, in his kisses, and in his fervor.Â
âThatâs it, stay with me. Yâre taking me so damn good too, Angel. Squeezing down on me like thatâŠ
âFuck, Ken..I-my legsâŠcanât keep them up anymoreâŠâ
Before Nanami can even offer some advice, your bodyâs already given up the hope of support. Your legs stretch out along the towel, forcing you to lay on your tummy.Â
âHm, donât worry about it, just lay there all pretty and take this dick, okay?â
Of course, Nanamiâs found a solution, as he always does. This solution prompts him to trap you beneath his world when planting the flat of his hands beside your head, his hunkering body stretching over you. He slots his chest along your back, leaving his hips to break away from you.Â
All your curves, all your breaths, all your whimpers and your moans were his own when heâs this close. He can feel everything, even the way your walls flutter around him with this newfound angle.Â
He gives you time to adjust while he gets to explore you, his eyes searching for where to lay his artwork.Â
Right there, along your shoulder, heâs already imagining all the kisses and bites claiming your soft skin.Â
âTell meâŠâ he mutters between a trail of pecks along your shoulder. âYou know what I love about you?â
âN-NoâŠwhatâs that?â you quiz, levering your chin back to find Nanami hard at work.Â
His earthy hues fall prey to your gaze. Heâs compelled to abandon his work to favor you, the answer to your question dribbling from his mouth.Â
âOh, what do I love about my sweet baby? Itâs how vocal you are, always telling me whatâs on your mind. Just like right nowâŠâ he smirks, âEven though I canât see, you always seem to tell me how deep I amâŠand how much deeper I can go. JustâŠliiike thisâŠâ
A lazy drive of his hips sends his cock to deliver a wispy kiss right to your cervix, coaxing your tummy to cave in against the towel.
âOooh shit! Ken! Fuck!!â, your gaping mouth mewls.
Nanami simply grins at how fast your hands ball up the towel between your fists, heâs proven right. Not that he cares all that much, bearing the privilege of hearing your sweet cry is all the reward he needs.Â
âOh I know, Baby, I know,â his voice carrying a suave chord, âIâm gonna be nice, fuck you right too.â
A man of his word he is, Nanami Kento.Â
âKenKenKen! âM gonna fucking cum again!â you sob, bucking your hips up against him.
âAgain? Thatâs my girl. Gonna cum on my dick, right? Iâll make it a good one too, donât you worry!â
Heâs working on your behalf, grinding his hips along the swell of your ass. He canât go any deeper than this, but heâll admit that heâs neglected your sweet spot for quite some time now, Blame it on the feverish heat subscribing to his body, but heâs ready to focus his all onto you.
That includes kissing at your sweet spot with the head of his cock. Rolling his hips ever so carefully, sketching along those inflamed nerves with buttery pecks, heâs ready to make you cumâhard. Harder than what any toy, your fingers, and any man ever could.
Though, itâs when he slips up and finds your cervixâthatâs what brings about your downfall. His ill-minded finding brought about deep-rooted tremors to wreck your core, capturing your entire body with a hellish wrath. Your walls clench at Nanami, cursing him for being such a fate before you.
Yet, all he can do is cheer you on, chuckling at how his efforts brought him to a place of bliss.Â
âThatâs it, cream all on me, Baby. Fuck, trying to make me cum too, arenât you?â
âKen, I-Iâohmygod!â
âShhh, I got you, Sweetheart,â heâs humming along your cheek, âCome back down to meâŠweâre not done yet.â
âWeâre not??!â
Nanami hides the sly grin on his face as he turns back to the awaiting pool of water behind you both.
âOf course not. We came all the way out here, did you think I wasnât going to take you in the water too, Baby?â
âKenâŠIâŠI donât think I can cum anymore!âÂ
âOh yes, you can! You didnât even squirt for me yet! But if you donât do it tonight, Iâll make you squirt tomorrow.â
Selfish, so utterly selfish of him to try and pull another round out of you, but his tempered patience challenges this rare spout of excitement. For in simply a few hours, Nanamiâs become addicted to youâyour lips, your body, your moans, even watching you cum at his hand, heâs addicted to it all.
âOneâŠone more, âkay?â you wager, a look of your glossy doe eyes consuming his sights.
âOkay! Thatââ
âButâŠâ you swiftly intervene, your weary hand searching for rest along his thigh.Â
Nanamiâs eyes follow your lithe hand, tracking the lazy path it takes up his body. Heâs still waiting to hear the rest of your deal, but how can he when your hand trails up his thigh, curving up around the base of his cock and up towards his flexing abdomen.Â
âKen, baby?â The melodic call of his name breaks the trance, Nanamiâs sights meeting your own.
âY-Yeah?â
Nanamiâs eyes light up at the smile adorning your face.
âI wanna ride you. Itâs the least I can do for makinâ you work on your vacation.â
Heâs gawking at you. Dumbly too. His mouth surrenders to that gap and he merely stares at you. Thatâs all he can do to distract himself from the mind-numbing rush of blood filling out every inch of his cock.Â
Because thanks to youâŠheâs painfully hard again too.Â
âAww, you like that idea? Youâre already making a mess, Ken.â
He looks down. Youâre right. All this excitement has him dripping aimlessly, the back of your thigh covered in patchy drops of his precum.Â
But he canât bring himself to move, not when heâs caught between a place of utter embarrassment and pitiful arousal. Should he apologize? Should he wipe it off?
As you crawl back onto your hands and knees, suddenly his cockâs sitting homely between the soft, thick globes of your ass, Nanami doesnât know where he found the restraint to not paint your skin white right then and there.
And you have all the confidence to taunt him now too? Taking advantage of his dumbstruck silence to roll your hips against him, stroking his weeping cock ever so slowly.
âCâmon, Ken, Iâm waiting. Donât you wanna go back in the water and relaxâŠwith me? We can all that fun weâve been talking about too.â
Heâs stuck on the sight. Up and down, youâre dragging back on his cock, leaving the white-hot tip raw and aching; leaving those portly veins to bloat and flourish along his length; leaving the spill of precum to dangerous tread behind the lines of milky white.Â
âFuckâ Nanamiâs voice rattles out at last. âI mightâno, if we doâŠI'm so sorryâŠSweetheart, Iâm sorry but Iâm not gonna last long!â
âThatâs okay,â you coo, âWe can go nice and slow just to calm you down.â
Shamefully, Nanami nods at your assurance. As to how you ended up with a hand over him is shamefulâbut a well-played card.Â
Slowly, he descends back into the haze of steam, the water welcoming his body once more. He sits himself at the bottom of the pool, the water coming up just above his navel.Â
In the corner of his eye, Nanami carefully watches as you slip back onto the water and crawl into his sprawled lap to straddle him. Your arms drape along his broad shoulders and heâs already reaching for your hips with hungry hands.
Your forehead presses up against his own, sealing Nanami in a spell he couldnât imagine breaking from.
âGonna go slow, okay?â You whisper, your hips drifting above the pink crown of his cock.Â
Though heâs been buried to the hilt of your heat, itâs still foreign to Nanamiâs mind what it means to have you split over him. He doesnât know that to have your pretty pussy split and sputtering dumb means to carve your walls into his shape, his size, to mold you around every single detail that comes with a man of his caliber.Â
And that upright curve heâs donning too.Â
The sweltering gush that your walls paint Nanami behind has him reeling beyond comparison. Heâs so desperate too, the urge to snap you down to his tensed thighs teases the very hands he keeps pinned to your luring hips.
But he canât forget that itâs an effort you make to accommodate him, laggardly drowning your poor hole beneath the sinful weight of his length.Â
Taking him like this, itâs overwhelming to have something so thick, so hot, and stupidly twitching out of sheer excitement fill you like itâs easy.Â
Yet, you do it anyway with that cute break between your lips, gasping like something so shocking has your attention. You do it with furrowed brows, confounded as to how youâve ended up gaping around his fat cock out of the kindness of your heart.
Itâs all so shrewd, but your sacrifice makes everything worthwhile once Nanamiâs immersed in your spitting cunt once more.Â
Heâs right back to relish how your walls pamper every bit of his cock in those flirting embraces. Heâs right back to gritting his teeth, finding it in himself to bear that persuasive hold youâve laid before him.Â
Nanami has it in him to cry out, to rattle off hymns of how well that sloppy pussy of yours got himâbut all he can conjure up is the will to pin a sloppy kiss on your lips.Â
His mind might be fleeting, but Nanamiâs learning you too are a woman of your word; slow is an understatement for the mesmerizing toll your hips adopt. Itâs a mesmerizing toll thatâs slow enough to have the likes of Nanamiâa man of rigid logicâgasping for air.Â
Youâre still squeezing him, but itâs more aligned with your intentions now rather than the nerve of taking him on like before. Itâs all so tedious, having your hips roll all the way to the top, dangling at the tip, only for your walls to lather up the fat pink bulb in gummy kisses.Â
All the teasing has his cock threatening to slip out, cursing your cunt in twitching for stealing back the shared bliss.Â
âOh fuckâWhaâŠWhat are you doing to me, Angel?â Heâs whimpering against your lips, and your smirk catches every single word.Â
You feign innocence with him, pressing a merciful peck onto his quivering frown. âWhat are you talking about, Honey? Iâm taking my sweet time with you, just like I said I was.â
Thatâs what you say, but Nanamiâs aware that thereâs more to your claim than what meets his ear. If you were really taking your sweet time with him, why is he spiraling down this pit of ravishing piety?Â
Youâre drawing out whimpers he himself never heard before, his jaw slacked by the sudden song on his heart. Youâre only riding him, but can you feel how every bit of his body surrenders to you? Youâre following through on your word, yet here Nanami is, chasing after your swiveling hips with mindless bucks of his own.Â
Youâre too clever at having him dance in your palm, and thatâs something Nanami canât help but plot against. He isnât one to challenge the powers that beâbut something about this moment taunts the very chemistry of his psyche.
He has to even the playing field, though, in his current state of writhing and plight, all he has is his hands.
For his ruse to taste success, Nanamiâs hands can be found bound to a particular parlour of your backâthe lumbar, orâŠyour lower back. Heâs sure youâve forgotten about his speech from earlier, but he meant every word. For what he possessed in his hands was both the power and knowledge to have you cum without any real need for penetration.
And while that holds trueâŠhe does have you on his cock right now, working so hard to relieve him. Heâs musing over the idea, hungry to see how hard youâd cum if he picks up his teasing.
His thumbs slot themselves back along those dimples heâs grown fond of, his sinking digits shattering the powerful strides of your hips.Â
âOhâYouâre back to that again?!â You jolt, your hips seized by his mischievous ploy.Â
Nanamiâs drinking in your exasperation with a smirk. âTold you, thereâs so many ways to make you cum.Â
Heâs bracing for the torturous words you have in store for his brash rebuttal. Thatâs the fate heâs anticipated to befall him.Â
He wasnât, however, prepared for your encircling arms to pull him closer, your bodies simmering against one another. He didnât anticipate the kisses youâd place at his gaping lips, gentle and sweet. And thereâs no possible way that Nanami could have orchestrated the words set to leave your lips.
âOh yeah? Then letâs cum together, Ken.â
âAreâŠyou close?â he whispers softly.
âMhm,â you nod, âAnd I know you are too.â
Nanamiâs taken aback by your tentative nature. You know his habits, mannerisms, and now how dangerously close he was to spilling in your womb. He had the strength to press you up along the pool walk to finish himself off, but whereâs the fun in such bold novelties?
Because if he did follow through on that thought, heâd be missing out on bearing witness to your eyes screwing shut when you drop your hips a little too hard, bringing his cock right back to your sweet spot.
âK-Ken, Iâmâ!â Thatâs all he needs to hear, not when your face paints him a clear picture. With your eyes rolling back into your skull, your forehead sunken along the crook of his neck, and that breathless sob warming his skinâyou were right at your peak. Â
It doesnât help his cause that you get all the more sensitive, that minor mistake throwing your whole body into the heat of chaos. Youâre ruining him in flittering clenches, pulling every ounce of Nanamiâs strength to the surface of his skin.Â
Heâs seeing stars in his eyes, white patches seizing his vision as your poor pussy stutters around him. He knows whatâs due to followâthat all-powerful weight that pins him down and forces that tragic cycle to crash down on Nanami.Â
His legs are subdued by a trifling rip of nerve, rendering Nanamiâs reprisal futile. Heâs going to cum, thatâs the pill he has to swallow. But he canât begin to fathom that heâs going to cum inside you.Â
Sure, itâs a thought heâs paid some time tooâevery day for the last three years. But now that heâs faced with that want, he canât help but rebuke it completely.Â
Heâs reaching between your bodies to grab at his cock, wedging himself from your heat with a sob. You were so good to him, even better around him and now heâs forced to bear his orgasm alone while your own courses through your veins.Â
ââmâŠc-cumâcumming! Fuck, âm gonna cum, Baby!â He seethes, clenching his jaw when his overworked body is faced with the lone choice of release. A release that has opal hues spitting from his twitching slit, thick ropes of white staining the water.Â
Heâs devastated by a hitching breath that leaves his stomach caved and his burly chest shuddering for air. Nanamiâs head is sent to roll, dropping back as heâs doing his best to hold back that woeful moan.Â
And heâs still going, still tainting the water with his definition of healing. The hot spring was healing, but your pussy was the epitome of rejuvenation.Â
âHey,â Nanamiâs hitching voice rasps as he strokes the small of your back, âStill with me?â
All you can deliver is a sheepish nod, your arms still clinging to Nanami for support. And heâs got you, his hands cradling your delicate body through the reeling fatigue that comes after such bliss.Â
Heâs exhausted, worked raw and to the bone, but Nanami still finds the energy to pull both you and himself out of the water and into the bedroom.Â
With just the indirect rays of light from the hallway, Nanami gently lays you to rest upon the vast face of the bed. You look so peaceful like this, nodding off with a faint grin plastered to your puffy lips. He finds himself inclined towards you, hovering above you as he dusts the back of his hand past your cheeks.
âSweetheart,â he coos, âYou did so good for me, so proud of you! Iâll take care of the rest, donât worryââ
âKen?â your hoarse voice croaks out.Â
Nanami immediately gives in to you, concern dressing his face with knitted brows. âYes, Sweetheart?â
Your hand creeps towards his own, your fingers weaving around his own. He can tell you have a question on your mind, itâs begging to come out too.Â
âItâs okay, tell me whatâs wrong.â
âWellâŠcan I still come to work Monday?â
Nanamiâs eyes soften as he peers over to you. Even in this darkness, he can make out the frown playing at your lips. His hand comes to soothe all your worries, cupping your cheek with his thumb and stroking the highs of your cheek.Â
âOf course, Baby. You can come in, leave early, whatever you want.â
âSo thenâŠcan I still work with you?âÂ
That question troubles Nanami, striking him inaudible as he cautiously considers his answer. If he had things his way, Nanami wanted you to go shopping, to spoil yourself with spa days and classy cafes. He wanted you to enjoy the bliss of free time, while he worked to ensure all your dreams could come true.Â
But then again, he didnât have it his way.Â
He has you to consider now, and if working with him brought you joy, who was he to ruin that?â
âWellâŠI want you to go have fun, go shopping, go to the spa. But thatâs what I want. I also love having you at the office with me too soâŠif thatâs something you really want, thenâŠâ
âIt is! Now that weâve figured that much outâŠletâs go.â
You make an attempt to stand, only for Nanami to catch your trembling body within his care. âUm..where are we going?â He asks, draping an arm around your waist.
âTo shower. I may be tired, but I think I can handle a shower with youâŠand only a shower, Kento.â
âThatâs fine by me. But, since youâre upâŠwe should also plan out what weâre doing tomorrow. I was thinking we leave here at 9:30 andââ
âKennn,â you draw out, âItâs vacation. Let things happen, okay?â
He muses at your words, âLet thingsâŠhappen, you say?âÂ
Let things happen? Thatâs the kind of advice he prefers to steer clear of. And yet, itâs gotten Nanami to achieve his wildest dreamâturning his pretty assistant into his girlfriend. He steals one more glance at you, a look that fetches a smile to grace his timid features.Â
âThen, weâll let things happen, wonât we, Darling?â
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đ starring. Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader
đź preview. If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⊠it also helps that they both have motorcycles. How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, big dick Mingyu, creampie, oral (f/m receiving), blow job, deep throating, hand job, Eiffel tower/spit roasting, breast worship, nipple pinching, nipple licking, panty kink, eating pussy through panties, fingering, squirting, pussy stretching, praise, dirty talk, âsirâ, dom!Wonwoo, switch!mingyu, blindfold/sensory deprivation, voyeurism, listening to your neighbour have sex, masturbation, reader reads erotica, mutual masturbation, slight dacryphilia, blindfold/sensory deprivation, inklings of humiliation, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) angel, baby. (Mingyuâs) gyu. (Wonwooâs) sir.Â
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.8k
đ aus. Biker!meanie, booktok!reader, neighbours!au, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. This was not supposed to be this long. I donât know how this happened.Â
PrologueÂ
âWho keeps messaging you?â your cousin asks, trying to act nonchalant as he sips his margarita, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stare at your phone.
âThe Harley dude,â you sigh, quickly reading the text message.
âThe guy who missed your first date because he was napping?â Jeonghan nearly chokes on his drink, setting it down in favor of flashing you a judgemental look.
âYeah, the same guy who also tried to rebook our first date as a group ride night with all his friends,â you roll your own eyes at the stupidity of men. While the idea is fun, itâs not the way to get to know someone new.Â
Jeonghan lets out a low whistle. âSheesh.â
âYou can say that again.â You set your phone down, grabbing at your bellini, and relaxing against the patio chair, trying to soak up the sunshine in an effort to calm yourself.
âWell? What did he say?â your cousin presses.
âHe said his entire week is free if I want to meet up.â
âAnd what did you say?âÂ
âNothing.â You tip your head back, letting out a contented breath. âHe had two chances, Iâm not about to give him a third.â
âSummer is almost over,â Jeonghan points out. âI know you wanted to find some hot dude with a motorcycle and ride off into the sunset. Youâre getting low on time.â
âHonestly, Hannie? This Jeon guy is not worth it.â
One
After a long winter, itâs finally getting warm enough that you can open your apartment windows and enjoy the fresh air. Trees are beginning to blossom, birds are singing songs that act as white noise while you sit at your dining table completing the last few emails for your remote job.
As youâre finishing up your very last correspondence of the day, new noises join in with the robbins and wrens. These noises, however, are nowhere near as pleasant.
Thereâs a banging outside your door, a few thumps, and a distinctly male voice cursing.Â
Living in a fairly quiet apartment complex, these sorts of sounds arenât something youâre used to, and they can only mean one thing; your landlord finally found new tenants for the two-bedroom next door thatâs been vacant for over a month.Â
With a sigh, you close your laptop, wrapping your sweater tightly around your body as you venture toward your door. You canât help the curiosity bubbling inside of you, and after another deep breath, you decide to take a peak into the hallway beyond.
Two men are struggling to get a couch through the doorway into unit 317. You stay silent, watching the way one manâs biceps bulge with each maneuver. His hair is on the longer side, dark strands licking and curling at his throat, which is covered in a light sheen of sweat from the effort of moving.Â
âCome on Cheol, weâre almost there,â he encourages the man holding up the other end of the sofa.Â
âFuck you, Mingyu,â the other says, stepping back into the apartment and out of your view.
You wait patiently, and after a minute or so, the pretty man moves into the hallway again, giving you a full view of his face. He lets out a deep breath, shaking out his muscular arms- thatâs when his eyes meet yours, and you swear your heart skips a beat in your chest.
His mouth curves into a wide grin. âHi! Sorry if we bugged you with the noise- that couch was not making moving easy.â
âItâs okay,â you assure him quickly. âYou must be my new neighbours.â Your gaze shifts past him to the second man, who has appeared in the hallway too.
âNah- I mean, I am, but this is Cheol, heâs just a friend,â the pretty man tries to explain, stopping in front of you. He wipes his hand along his jean leg, then holds it out to you, âIâm Mingyu.â
You allow him to shake your hand. Despite his attempt to wipe some of the sweat away, his palm is still a little clammy, although, youâre shocked to find that the physical contact isnât unpleasant.Â
You tell him your name, watching Cheol trudge past you to the elevator. âSo if that guy isnât your roommate, who is?â
âMy buddy Wonwoo. Heâs actually visiting family in Korea right now, wonât be moving in till the end of the month.â
âI see,â you nod. âWell, welcome to the building.âÂ
âThanks,â Mingyu beams again. âIf all our neighbours are as friendly as you, I think weâll like it here.â
âIf Iâm being honest, weâre a quiet building, lots of us are kind of reclusive,â you try to explain, choosing your words carefully.Â
You hear Cheol let out a chuckle as he waits for the elevator, and you wonder what heâs found so funny.
âQuiet,â Mingyu repeats, letting out a breath. âNoted. Weâll do our best not to be a disruption.â
You want to believe him, but something in his grin tells you not to.Â
TwoÂ
Itâs been about a month and a half since Mingyu moved in. Youâve not seen him, or his roommate, although, you have heard them through your shared wall a few times. One of them - Wonwoo youâre guessing- is pretty into video games, because yelled lines like âIâm trying to revive you, dipshit!â and âstop fucking dying so much then!â have irritated you and interrupted your soft girl movie nights.Â
From what you can tell, Mingyuâs elusive friend who was visiting Korea is now sharing his bedroom wall with you, and at two AM on a Tuesday night, your suspicion is confirmed. You wake to noises that arenât gamer screams, theyâre screams of pleasure.Â
Muffled cries of âharder, daddy!â and âplease!â have your skin tingling as you shift under your duvet, feeling suddenly very hot.Â
As you lay there and listen to the sound of a headboard beginning to hit the wall, you try to decide if youâre annoyed, or horny. The tingling between your thighs, and the heat along your neck makes you think it might be a combination of both.
Part of you wants to bang your fist against the wall, but youâre much too shy to risk any sort of confrontation. Instead, you simply lay there, fighting the need to slip your hand down your sleeping shorts.
You figure the sex will be over soon, but five minutes stretches into fifteen. The womanâs cries have stopped, but the low thumping of a bedframe against the wall has only gotten more intense.Â
Youâre no stranger to kinky shit- youâre an avid reader of smut afterall, and being a voracious reader, your mind comes up with reasons why the girl may have stopped begging. Had Wonwoo put something in her mouth to shut her up? Panties perhapse? Or had he flipped her into doggy position, pressing a hand to the back of her head to force her face against the pillows?
If Mingyu had been hot, his best friend must be sexy too- guys like that travel in packs, and Cheol hadnât been bad on the eyes either. You imagine a faceless man, muscled and gorgeous, railing some girl not four feet away from you, with only a wall keeping you from seeing the perverse act. You feel dirty, like a voyeur, and youâre equal parts relieved and saddened when the noise finally stops.Â
You sit in silence, listening to your own heavy breaths for a few minutes, wondering if the sounds will pick up again.
They donât, and soon, youâre drifting off into a lusty sleep.
ThreeÂ
Youâve been awoken to the sounds of sex three times now. The idea of approaching the property manager to file a noise complaint has been on your mind, but you canât find it within yourself to make waves.
Due to all of this, when you finally bump into Mingyu in the buildingâs shared laundry room, you see it as the perfect chance to quietly resolve the issue without causing trouble.Â
Heâs dressed in gym shorts and a black muscle shirt that shows off his expansive shoulders as he moves wet clothes into the dryer. Standing in the doorway of the laundry room, youâre once again struck by how beautiful your new neighbour is.
With a deep breath to find courage, you appraoch him, going for the washing machine next to his. âHi,â you greet him.
âOh, hey neighbour,â Mingyu grins, pausing what heâs doing to look you up and down.
Youâre hyper aware of the sleeping shorts that hardly cover your legs, and the sweater youâd tossed on does little to hide the fact that youâre currently braless. Even so, if you donât bring up the noises now, youâre not sure when youâll get another chance.
âHey, do you uhâŠâ your words come out quiet, and you try to raise your voice a little, wanting to sound confident, âdo you think you could ask your roommate and his girlfriend to keep it down?âÂ
âHuh?â Mingyuâs brows furrow in confusion.
âThe person whose room is next to mine,â you try to explain. âTheyâve been kind of loud with uh⊠a girl, recently.â
âOh!â You can practically see the lighbulb go off in Mingyuâs eyes. âSorry, you said girlfriend, and that part stumped me. The last time was about a week ago, yeah?â
âSomething like that.â
âDonât worry, I already talked to him a few days ago. Told him to get his fuck buddies to keep it down- theyâre annoying, huh? I thought I was the only one losing sleep over it.â
âDefinitely not the only one,â you let out a small laugh. âIf Iâm being honest, I was considering talking to the property manager about it, but I donât like to cause issues, so Iâm glad weâre on the same page about this.â
âWeâre for sure on the same page,â Mingyu assures you. âThanks for not talking to the manager about this- hey, listen, what if I give you my number, and if it happens again, you just have to text me and Iâll go bang on his door or something?â
âIâd appreciate that,â you grin, watching him pull out his phone so he can grab your digits. âHonestly, I work from home, and for the most part, you guys have been pretty great neighbours.â
âOoh, one of those post covid remote jobs,â Mingyu nods in understanding. âI mean, Iâm out during the days usually, I work at a tattoo shop across town, and Wonwoo sleeps most of the time so he can be awake for his evening bar job.â
âThat actually kind of makes sense,â you admit. âI never see you guys around.âÂ
âWellâŠâ Mingyu leans against the dryer, flashing you a boyish grin. âWe could change that. You could come over sometime.â
Your heart leaps into your throat. From his body language, and the suggestion, youâre pretty sure this gorgeous man is flirting with you. âI, uhâŠâ you swallow thickly, âmaybe.âÂ
âWell, I have your number, and nowâŠâ Mingyu types something into his phone and a moment later yours dings, âyou have mine. So if you want to take me up on that offer, just shoot me a text.âÂ
âOkay.â The words comes out kind of shaky, and you internally smack yourself for becoming so shy from this pretty man hitting on you.
With a wink, Mingyu leaves the laundry room, and your thoughts are scattered for the rest of the day.
FourÂ
Itâs been too long since youâve seen all your friends from highschool. Soonyoung, Seokmin and Seungkwan are three of the rowdiest guys you know. They love doing bar crawls with you whenever theyâre all in town and can find the time.Â
Seungkwan lives in another city these days, studying law at a prestigious university. Soonyoung travels the country with dance troup. And Seokmin spends hours every day at the theater practicing for new performances and productions.
Theyâve taken you to a bar youâve never been to, and youâre enjoying the booth style seating. Millennial and old classics are playing through the speakers, and every time a good song comes on, the three men start singing, whether it be Cher, or Britney, or even Kesha.Â
Youâre a few drinks deep, but theyâre even deeper, and itâs gotten to the part of the evening where they want to hear everything about your love life.Â
âOkay, book girlie,â Soonyoung slurs, throwing his arm around your shoulders, âspill the beans. Who you fucking?â
You laugh, pushing at his cheek to get his face away from yours. He wreaks of tequila and the Gucci cologne he practically drowns himself in every night before going out. Itâs not the most pleasant combination.
âIâm single,â you insist.
âWe all know you always have your eye on someone,â Seungkwan insists, leaning over the table to point his finger at you. âTell us.â
âOkay, maybe there is someone Iâm interested in,â you admit.
All three men let out delighted squeals and laughs. âWe knew it!â Seokmin exclaims.
âThe issue is, heâs my neighbour, and dating in your apartment building can get messy,â you explain.Â
âWe love messy,â Soonyoung insists.Â
âYou love messy,â you correct.
âSo whoâs this hot neighbour?â Seungkwan asks, wanting to dive into the gossip.
âHis name is Mingyu.â You let out a sigh. âHeâs tall, and handsome, and his arms-â
âDoes he have a motorcycle?â Soonyoung interrupts you. âWe know you love men with bikes.â
âI donât think so,â you shake your head. âBut it doesnât matter. My motorcycle phase was last summer.â
âBaby,â Seungwan frowns dramatically, âHoney, sweetheart- Youâre a booktok girl. We all know kinky little sluts like you need their bikertok boy to make their fantasies come true.â
You hate it when Seungkwan reads you to filth like this, and you hate it even more that heâs so right. Youâll always have a soft spot for men on motorcycles- or is it a wet spot?
âAnyways, Mingyu is cute, he gave me his number and invited me over-â
âBitch, go fuck him!â Soonyoung bellows a little too loudly, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard him.
Thatâs when your eyes land on a man behind the bar. His curly dark hair is cute, but when you study his regally handsome face, you realize you recougnize him.
âFuck,â you whisper, immediately lifting your drink to hide behind it.
âWhat?â Seungkwan turns in his seat. âThe bartender?â
âBabes, heâs been checking you out all night,â Soonyoung grins, cuddling closer to you.
Itâs only Seokmin who studies you and asks, âDo you know him?â
âThe bartender?â Seungkwan scoffs, as if itâs a stupid idea, although, when he turns to look at you again, his jaw drops. âFuck, you do know him! Girl, spill!âÂ
âDo you guys remember that Harley dude from the summer? Jeon? The one I ghosted after he missed our first date then suggested a ride night with all his friends to make up for it?â you ask, lowering your voice and continuing to hide behind the glass in your hand.
âShit, thatâs the Harley dude?â Seokminâs eyes widen in realization.Â
âFuck me, this is awkward,â you groan, taking a large sip from your drink. âCan we get out of here?â
âBabes, we just ordered another round,â Seungkwan points out, lifting his full Gin and Tonic to show you.Â
âDonât be like this,â Soonyoung pouts. âHarley man is a bartender, so what? He canât ruin our night. Maybe he doesnât even recougnize you!â
âIf heâs been staring, I bet you he does,â Seungkwan points out, taking a swig of his drink.
âThanks, Seungkwan,â you say sarcastically, âthat really makes me feel so much better.â
Your friend only grins, raising his glass.Â
You do your best to be calm, but you canât control the racing of your heart. Your gaze keeps shifting to Jeon, and then, the night takes a turn for the worse: Mingyu walks in, followed closely by Cheol, and some other guy you havenât met.
The group walks right up to the bartop, and you note the way Mingyu grins at Jeon, holding out a hand so the two can do a slight hug over the counter before the three men take their seats.Â
âShit,â you whisper, downing your drink.Â
âWhat?â Soonyoung also whispers, following your gaze.
âThatâs my neighbour,â you explain. âThis is not good.â
âLooks like they know each other,â Seungkwan points out.
âAgain,â you sigh, ânot helping. Fuck me, I need to go to the bathroom.â
You stand abruptly from the table, darting off to the space at the back of the bar. In the ladies room, you splash your hands with cold water, trying to chase away the fire that licks across your skin. Your heart is still thundering in your chest, and deep breaths donât do anything to help.Â
You feel like youâre caged in- like thereâs no way out of this bar without running into Jeon and Mingyu.Â
Youâre not sure how long you stay in the washroom, trying to relax- you give your friends time to finish their drinks, and youâre hoping that when you exit, you can simply escape with them, using the three men as a human shield.
When you exit the bathroom, however, you run directly into Mingyu, whoâs just coming out of the menâs room.
âSorry-â he apologizes, only to look you up and down. âNo way! Neighbour? Damn, I didnât expect to see you here!â
âOh, hi,â you say awkwardly, forcing a smile.
âHowâs your night going?â You usually like Mingyuâs happy energy, but right now, it feels nearly overwhelming.
âGood, you?â
âMy nightâs going great- hey, listen, I want you to meet someone!â Mingyu grabs your hand, and before you can stop him, your large neighbour is dragging you back out into the bar.Â
As he tugs you closer and closer to Jeon, pieces begin to click in your head, and when you reach the bartop, youâre not even surprised when Mingyu says, âThis is Wonwoo, my roommate!â He had mentioned Wonwoo worked at a bar, after all.Â
âHi,â you say awkwardly, forcing get another smile.
Jeon - or Wonwoo - looks you up and down. God, heâs even more handsome than his Tinder pictures had made him out to be. But fuck, youâve heard him fucking other girls through your bedroom wall over three times- and youâd ghosted him-
âHi,â Wonwoo echoes, his voice all deep and sexy in the loud noise of the bar.
You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you.Â
âWonwoo, this is our neighbour, you know, the one I mentioned.â Thereâs an insinuation in Mingyuâs tone, and the fact that heâd talked about you to Wonwoo has your stomach erupting into erratic butterflies that threaten to catch in your throat.
âRight.â Wonwooâs tone is so unimpressed, and youâd bet your life the man is holding a grudge over the whole ghosting thing.
âWait, Y/N, you should join us for a drink!â Mingyu suggests.
âActually, Iâm here with friends, I should really get back to them,â you say awkwardly, tugging your hand away from Mingyuâs grip. âThanks for the offer though.â
âRight, yeah, okay.â God, Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy, but then he flashes you a smile and your heart melts. âListen, text me, just to let me know when you get home safe.â
âYou got it,â you agree quickly, giving him a tight lipped grin before you nearly stumble over yourself to get back to your table. âGuys, we have to leave, now.âÂ
âWhat happened?â Seokmin asks, clearly concerned while Seungkwan sighs and pulls out a wad of cash.
âThey do know each other,â Soonyoung blurts out.
âTurns out Harley Jeon isnât just Harley Jeon, heâs also Wonwoo, Mingyuâs roommate,â you quickly explain, grabbing your jacket to wrap around your body.
Soonyoungâs eyes light up in realization. âAnd they were roommates,â he whispers.
âAnd I ghosted one of them!â you whisper yell back. âThe same one who Iâve heard fucking multiple girls through my wall over three times!â
Seungkwan lets out a chuckle. âGirl. Youâre fucked.âÂ
FiveÂ
Jeonghan lets out a deep sigh. âYou know, when Seokmin texted me to come check on you for some Grade-A Tea, I never expected any of this.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you roll your eyes. âI know Iâm in deep shit.â
âNah, youâre good,â your cousin assures you, standing and stretching. âYouâll figure it out.â
âI wish I had the confidence in myself that you have in me,â you breathe, also rising to your feet. Jeonghanâs been over for a while now, and after giving him all the gossip, you feel like you could use some time to yourself.Â
âYouâll get there,â your cousin assures you, heading toward your front door so he can slip into his shoes. âKeep me updated.â
âI will. Thanks for coming to see me.â
âOf course,â Jeonghan opens your front door, stepping into the hallway before pulling you into a hug. âIf I didnât have a board meeting tomorrow, you know Iâd stay longer.â
âI know. But Iâm good,â you assure him. âI think Iâll sleep early tonight. This week has been a lot.â
âSounds like it,â he nods, releasing you in favor of heading over to the elevator. Before he can press the button, however, the elevator dings, the doors opening. Wonwoo steps out. He stops infront of Jeonghan, giving him a once over before his eyes shift to you, still standing by the doorway to your unit.
Then, to your annoyance, Wonwoo grins, shaking his head and brushing past your cousin.
Jeonghan gets into the elevator, the doors closing, and as Wonwoo walks past you, you canât help but make waves. âWhat?â
âI never said anything.â Wonwoo stops in front of you, hands nonchalantly tucked in the leather pockets of his jacket.
âYou gave me a look,â you insist.Â
He shrugs. âItâs just gonna break Gyuâs heart to know you already have a man in your life, thatâs all.â
You roll your eyes. âThat was my cousin.â
âSure it was.â
âIt was!â You canât help the way your voice is raising.
âAnd the guys at the bar?â
âFriends!âÂ
âRight.âÂ
He turns to leave, and you swallow thickly, mind reeling for a comeback.
âI just donât see how you can be making assumptions about me,â you state.
Wonwoo stops, gaze finding you again. âWhat do you mean?â
âJust that.. I mean⊠Iâve heard you fucking girls, mister Jeon, if thatâs even your real name!âÂ
He actually grins at your words, eye brows raising in surprise. âGirl, actually, singular. It was one girl. A recent hookup. Sheâs not into gags like the others, theyâre generally pretty quiet for you, arenât they?âÂ
Youâre so shocked by what heâs just said that you physically take a step back, jaw dropping.
âOh, and by the way,â Wonwoo heads to his door, reaching into his jacket for his keys. âMister Jeon is what people call my father, Iâm sure you know that I prefer to be called Daddy.âÂ
He unlocks his apartment, flashing you a wink before he heads inside. You stand in your doorway for a solid ten seconds, processing his words before you go back to your room to scream into a pillow.
Six
After the events of the week, and work on top of that, a nap the moment you're done sending the last emails of the day is exactly what you need.
Birds are singing outside, your window ajar. The warming air carries the scent of blossoming buds, and you relax against your pillow, enjoying the feeling of your duvet against your skin.
Youâre just drifting off when a loud engine jolts you back into consciousness. You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling.Â
Youâve been a motorcycle fan for long enough to know the sound of one when you hear it, and as the revving continues, youâd bet your right hand that some jackass is doing burnouts in the alley outside.
Itâs probably some enthusiastic douchebag who has finally brought their motorcycle out of the garage after a long winter-
Actually, wait. You know an asshole with a motorcycle. An asshole with a Harley to be exact.Â
Fucking Jeon Wonwoo.Â
God, you hate that man.
Grabbing your pillow, you burry your head under it, wishing for the sounds to stop.Â
Surprisingly, soon enough, you hear the motorcycle take off, with two more engines revving up to follow.Â
Your apartment complex used to be so nice and peaceful.
It used to be.
Seven
After your nap had been interrupted, youâd trudged around for a while. Itâs the evening now, and you have no energy to cook, so youâve ordered takeout. When you head down to the lobby to grab your food, you bump into Mingyu.
âLook at us, always running into each other,â he grins, watching you step by him to bend down and pick up your takeout.
âSeems like a common theme,â you agree, letting out a sigh.
âYou good, neighbour? You look tired.â
âYou want the truth?â you ask, straightening to look at him.
âAlways.â He holds the door open for you to come back into the apartment complex.Â
As you head to the elevator, you choose your words carefully, after all, youâre pretty sure Wonwoo was culprit behind the motorcycle incident two hours ago. âI just⊠I was trying to have a nap after work, been tired lately, and some guy was revving his motorcycle outside my window. He woke me up and I was too irritated to go back to sleep.â
As you enter the elevator, you notice Mingyuâs skin turning pink, and his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows thickly. âActually⊠uh⊠I, uhâŠâ He rubs the back of his neck. âI have a Harley, but uh, I got a new sportsbike, and that was me doing burnouts to test it out a little.â
Your heart lurches into your throat, your jaw dropping. When it comes to your neighbours in 317, you always find yourself conflicted. Youâre annoyed at him, but at the same time, the fact that he also has a motorcycle makes this ten out of ten man even ten times hotter-
âOh,â you look down at your takeout.Â
âIâm really sorry,â he apologizes quickly. âIt wonât happen again- you wonât tell our building manager it was me right? Like, weâre good?â
âYeah, weâre good,â you let out a breath. âI mean, technically quiet hours donât start till ten pm, and this was like, five, so I guess itâs my own fault for trying to nap so early.â
âNot your fault,â he assures you. âYou definitely look like you need some rest- if it helps, I promise no burnouts near the apartment.â Mingyu even crosses his heart, and your body relaxes, shoulders slumping as you crack a smile.
âOkay, that would be nice.â
The elevator dings as it reaches your floor, and the two of you exit together, closing the short distance to your door.Â
âYour takeout smells good,â Mingyu notes. âMaybe you could put yourself in a food coma and pass out for a bit, I promise there will be no noise issues tonight.â
âThat sounds nice, actually,â you admit.
âAlso uh⊠you know, you still havenât taken me up on that offer about coming over sometime.â
When you look over at Mingyu, you find him leaning against the hallway wall, staring down at you with soft puppy dog eyes.
âYeah, Iâve been busy-â you search for an excuse. âAlso, I mean, I donât know if Wonwoo would be good with me coming over.â
âWhy wouldnât he be?â Mingyu shrugs, which is when you realize that Wonwoo must not have told Mingyu anything about your failed dates or the ghosting.Â
âHe just didnât seem to like me very much when you introduced us,â you blurt out, grasping for straws.
âHe always has a resting bitch face, donât take it personally,â Mingyu assures you. âSeriously, come over sometime, we donât bite.â
Mingyu might not, but you get the sneaking suspicion that Wonwoo does.
Eight
The reverse harem adult romance your reading had drawn you in when youâd first opened it, but as time goes by, your mind keeps wandering when you reach the sex scenes.Â
Threesomes have you imagining Wonwoo and Mingyu, and try as you might, you canât shake the image from your head.
It doesnât help that they fit the character personalities, one puppylike lover, and one more stoic and dominant. You canât help but wonder what the two would be like in bed, and with a groan of frustration, you slot your bookmark between the pages and set the novel down on the bed next to you.
As you sit there, deep in thought, you think about what Mingyu had said about owning a Harley.Â
Thatâs when you realize, last summer, when Wonwoo had suggested a Harley ride night as a date- if you had gone with him, would you have met Mingyu?
You decide that Mingyu definitely would have been there.
Itâs interesting how the domino effect works- or maybe this is invisible string theory; the idea that, you can pass someone, or have missed chances, but one way or another, that person will always end up in your life.
What would have happened if youâd met Mingyu that way?Â
What would have happened if youâd met Wonwoo that way?Â
At the moment, thereâs no question as to which of the two neighbours you prefer. Mingyu is happy and welcoming, he always has a smile, and you could see yourself having a great relationship with him- if things were to take a turn that way.
But on the flip side, Wonwoo is more similar to the type youâve dated in the past.
If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⊠it also helps that they both have motorcycles.Â
How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
Nine
Youâre outside your apartment waiting for an Uber when two familiar men on motorcycles pull up in front of you.Â
Wonwooâs on his Harley. Itâs all black, and although youâre not very well verses with motorcycle types, youâre pretty sure itâs a Fat Boy or a Street Bob- but as you stare at the wheels, you begin to lean toward Street Bob.Â
Mingyu, in contrast, is on a red Kawasaki Ninja, which is evident by the name on the side. He lifts up his visor when he comes to a stop two feet away. âHey, neighbour,â he greets you. âWaiting for someone?â
âAn Uber is picking me up.â
âAn Uber?â Mingyu looks around. âWhere are you headed?â
âA family thing. Weâre going to be drinking so I figured I shouldnât drive,â you explain.
âGood idea,â he nods, then, without skipping a beat, he asks, âWanna ride?â
You gaze shifts from Mingyu to Wonwoo, and you can practically see the Harley rider roll his eyes. With an aggressive rev of his engine, Wonwoo bolts off, leaving you and Mingyu in his dust.
âUh, donât you two have plans?â you ask.
âWe did, but we were just going for a ride. I can take you where you need to be and meet him later,â Mingyu shrugs. âSeriously, donât mind him.â
Youâve been on a motorcycle once before, and you know enough to understand that the short romper and light spring jacket youâre wearing is not enough to protect you on the back of a bike. And thatâs the least of your worries. âI donât have a helmet-â
Mingyu begins to undo his, and you watch in shock as he pulls it off, shaking out his hair and offering you the red head gear. âTake mine.â
âIsnât it illegal to ride without one?â
âWeâll be fast- but not dangerous, Iâll be good, I promise. Where are we going?â
With a deep breath, you pull up your Auntâs house on your phoneâs map app, showing it to Mingyu.Â
âI can get you there in ten minutes, easy,â he says.Â
âThis is not a good idea,â you warn, although you accept the helmet.Â
âCancel your Uber,â Mingyu urges softly. âLet me do this for you.â
With one last sigh, you cancel your ride, then, you allow Mingyu to help you onto the back of his bike.Â
âHave you ever been on one of these before?â he asks.
âOnce,â you admit, adjusting the helmet on your head before you tentatively wrap your arms around Mingyuâs large body.Â
âJust hold on tight.â
âTake care of me,â you retort.
Mingyu grins. âAlways.â
A moment later, heâs revving his engine, and the two of you take off on his bike, your clothes whipping around and contorting flat to the curves of your form.
You hold Mingyu tighter, and he takes one hand off his handlebars to rest it over yours for a second, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
When he pulls onto the main road, Mingyu is true to his word about not being dangerous. He doesnât lane split or push the bike too hard. When you come up to traffic, he waits patiently, resting his elbow on your knee as if this is something the two of you have done together a hundred times before.
You become so lost in how attracted you are to Mingyu- how you have to hug him tight when he accelerates, that the trip is over before you know it. He pulls up to your aunts house, turning to offer you a hand so you can get off the Ninja.Â
Your legs feel wobbly as you step on solid ground, and Mingyu helps you with the chin clasp of the helmet, removing it easily.Â
âThanks for being my backpack,â he smiles.
âThanks for giving me a ride,â you grin back.
âIf you want, you can text me when youâre done, and Iâll get you home safe. Iâll even bring a spare helmet this time, and maybe a proper riding jacket for you.â
âThat would be really nice actually.â
âYou got it, angel,â Mingyu flashes you a wink before he pulls the helmet onto his head. You move to the sidewalk, standing there to watch him as he gives you one last nod and takes off, the engine loud enough to be heard even as he makes it two blocks away in record time.
A low whistle startles you, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing in the driveway. âDamn, that dude was hot.â
âThatâs my neighbour,â you sigh.
âWhich one?â
âThe good one!â
âYou should take him up on that offer of hanging out,â Jeonghan suggests.
âAnd you should keep your nose out of my love life.â
Your cousin simply laughs. âNever going to happen.â
Ten
The jacket Mingyu brings for you when he picks you up from your family gathering is long enough to be a dress. You struggle with the thick material as you try to get on his bike, and you can see Mingyu grinning from the opening in his full face helmet.
âThatâs it,â he encourages you, allowing you to settle behind him.
You pat his thigh when youâre good to go, and the two of you slot down your visors before he takes off.
Itâs the late evening now, and being on his bike feels different in the dark. The city lights whip past you, and the lanes are pretty empty for Mingyu to go faster. Now that youâre both in full protective gear, thereâs not as much of a need to be safe, although, as you hold tightly to your neighbour, you realize this might be as safe as youâve ever felt.
You trust Mingyu, in a way that you canât quite explain.Â
As it was before, itâs easy to get lost in the act of being on Mingyuâs motorcycle, and before you know it, heâs pulling into your apartment complexâs underground garage.Â
You hate that the ride has ended so quickly, and you hate it even more that you have to let go of Mingyuâs large, warm body. You stand next to the motorcycle while he gets off of it, and you wait patiently for him to take off his helmet before he helps you with your own.
âDo you have plans for the rest of the night?â Mingyu asks while the two of you walk toward the elevator.
âNot really,â you admit. In fact, youâre feeling a little tired. You hadnât drank as much at the family dinner as you thought you would, and sleep sounds pretty good right about now.
âDo you wanna come see my place?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIf youâre worried about Wonwoo, he went to work before I came to pick you up,â Mingyu tells you. âCome on, just one drink or something. Donât you wanna compare your one bedroom to my two bedroom?â
You are curious to see what sort of decorations these two men have- theyâre mid to late twenties at best, and you love to laugh.Â
âFine, one drink,â you let out a breath as you enter the elevator, turning to look up at Mingyu. âWhy do you care so much if I come over? Like, honestly?â
Mingyu meets your gaze, fiddling with the helmet in his hand. âI guess maybe⊠because I like you.â He shrugs. âYouâre a good neighbour, and an even better backpack. You look cute in my jacket- why wouldnât I want to get to know you better?â
âThatâs a good answer,â you admit with a laugh.
âIâm glad you liked it,â he grins.Â
When the two of you exit the elevator, you follow Mingyu past your apartment to his own door. You watch the way he pulls out his keys, fumbling a little to get into his place. He lets you enter first, and you step into the foreign home with a curious gaze.
You slip out of your shoes, undoing his jacket around your shoulders as you wander further into the apartment. The two men are cleaner than you would have expected. The furniture is minimalist, and mostly cream coloured- which isnât a shade you would have thought would match the motorcycle riding, black wearing men. You wonder how the couch in the den is so well kept- thereâs not a hint of stains on the nicely textured cover, no beer or food-
Thereâs no dirty dishes in the sink, no miscellaneous bowl of car keys and other shit that guys always tend to carry in their pockets.
In fact, this place almost looks like a âgirl sanctuary,â the type of pintrest board apartment inspo youâd find online.Â
âWhat do you think?â Mingyu asks, coming up behind you and helping you take off his jacket.
âItâs really nice,â you say honestly. âNot what I expected.â
âIâm a bit of a neat freak,â he admits with a chuckle.
So heâs big, muscled, kind, rides a motorcycle, and he knows how to do housewife cleaning duties? How did you ever manage to score a jackpot like him for a neighbour?Â
âAnyways, take a seat on the couch, Iâll grab some beer. You drink beer, right?â
âSure.â You move to settle into the sofa, and Mingyu brings over two cans of lager from the fridge, cracking one open before he hands it to you.Â
âCheers,â he grins, gently clinking his can against your own.Â
You take a sip, focusing on the way Mingyu sits on the other end of the couch, angling his body toward you. âSo⊠you mentioned you work at a tattoo parlour? How did you get into that?â
âIâve always been into art,â he explains. âMy buddy Cheol was more into tattoos with me, opened up his own shop and encouraged me to apprentice with him after I graduated from uni with my arts degree. I wish there was more to it, but I really just got kind of lucky.â
The list of his good qualities just keeps getting better and better- a university educated man? Yes please.
âI guess, maybe what Iâm wondering is why you donât have any tattoos yourself?â you ask, looking at the beautiful unblemished skin shown off by his muscle shirt.
Mingyu laughs, also gazing down at his arms. âWould you judge me if I told you Iâm scared of needles.â
âThatâs cute,â you grin, sipping your beer.Â
âYouâre cute,â he retorts, mirroring your motion and trying to hide his smile behind the can in his hand. âAnyways, you said youâd been on a motorcycle before?â
âYeah, just once.â
âTell me about it?â
âThereâs nothing much to say,â you admit. âWent on a date with a guy, he mentioned he had a sports bike, offered to take me for a ride, so I said yes.â
âSoâŠâ Mingyu taps his fingers along his beer can, âyou like guys with bikes?â
You let out a laugh. âMaybe.âÂ
âIâm feeling better and better about my odds,â Mingyu smiles.Â
âYour odds are very good,â you tell him. Now itâs your turn to drink in an effort to hide the massive grin on your face.
âYeah? I was a little worried, I mean, I gave you my number and you didnât text- took a little bit of convincing to get you on my bike, to get you into the apartment- I hope I didnât overstep anything there.â
âNo, youâre fine,â you assure him. âI can just⊠be a bit shy sometimes.â
âItâs cute though.â
Your skin heats at the compliment, heart thundering in your rib cage. âWhat about you? Iâm into bikes, are you into cute girls?â
âA hundred percent,â he nods. âTheyâre my favourite kind.â
âDo you have any experience dating neighbours?â
âNo, but Iâd like that to change.â
âDo you think being neighbours could complicate things?â you enquire.
âI mean⊠if I didnât see you as girlfriend material, then yeah, Iâd never turn a neighbour into a hookup, but then again, Iâm not huge into hookups to begin with,â Mingyu explains.
âYou know⊠Iâm trying to find even one red flag about you, and Iâm seriously coming up empty.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â
You smile, looking down at your nearly finished beer. âI guess not.â
âHow about you? Any red flags?â he asks.Â
Aside from the downright pornographic books you read on the daily? âProbably not.â
âProbably not, huh?â Mingyu chuckles. âMaybe I should be the one keeping a look out for red, but then again, with rose tinted glasses, red wouldnât stand out that much to me anyways.âÂ
Youâd not expected your night to turn out like this. Youâd figured it would be a nice family dinner, some drinking, then an Uber home and sleep. Instead, youâve been on Mingyuâs bike twice, worn his jacket, his helmet- and now youâre here in his house, with your hot neighbour flirting with you in the most wholesome way-
In your tired state, youâre feeling a little overwhelmed. Your shyness is taking over- the fear of the unknown, of making a misstep, clouding your enjoyment of the peaceful space Mingyu has created in his apartment.
âListen, donât take this the wrong way,â you sigh, finishing your beer, âBut Iâm really tired-â
âYeah, no worries, I said just one beer and it looks like youâre done,â Mingyu is quick to down the rest of his, reaching out to take your can so he can move to the kitchen. He places the empties under his sink, and you follow, keeping your distance.
âThank you for this though. I know we didnât talk for that long, but I feel like I know you better,â you admit.Â
âIâve still got a lot of questions for you,â he grins. âBut Iâll save those for another time. Iâm not about to get in the way of a girl and her beauty sleep.â
âI appreciate that.â The two of you head to his door, and you slip your shoes on.
âCan I give you a goodbye hug or something?â Mingyu suggests. âIt would feel weird letting you leave without one.â
You nod, allowing Mingyu to pull you close to his chest. Heâs so tall, your cheek pressed tight to his well defined pecs- and fuck, he smells good. This isnât the overpowering Gucci type cologne that Soonyoung wears, itâs a more muted, spicy yet clean scent. Itâs the type of scent that encourages you to take a deep breath, your body relaxing as your neighbour hugs you.
âThanks for coming over,â Mingyu whispers.
When you go to pull away, you find yourself tilting your head to look up at him. Your eyes meet, and it feels as if youâre hanging in a moment frozen in time. Your breath catches when his gaze dips down to your mouth, and you know whatâs coming next.
His hand cups your cheek, stroking your skin, and he gives you ample opportunity to pull away, but you donât. You simply stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, waiting for him to make the move that you know is going to capture your heart completely.
When his lips finally touch yours, that sense of relief washes over you again. You shift in his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Mingyu lets out a soft sigh of contentment, parting his mouth ever so slightly so he can lick at your lower lip.
You mirror the motion, your tongues gently clashing.Â
Youâve met some guys who try to force their way into your mouth, who try to dominate you- but Mingyu isnât like that. Heâs soft and fluid, reacting to your movements moreso than anything else. His hands slip down to your hips, holding you close while you kiss each other.
No first kiss has ever felt this natural, and like with riding the bike, it becomes so easy to get lost in your neighbour.
When you finally break away, youâre both breathing heavily. You can taste the beer on your lips, and it makes you release a small laugh, giddy joy surging through your entire body.
âThat wasâŠâ Mingyu swallows thickly, âwow.â
âYeah,â you agree. âWow.âÂ
Eleven
Itâs been two weeks since you started getting to know Mingyu better. Youâve gone on motorcycle dates, stopped at food trucks while enjoying the sunshine of spring, and when Wonwooâs not around, Mingyu has invited you over for movie nights.
While thereâs been lots of kissing, and a growing desire for more, the two of you havenât gone much farther than second base. You kind of like taking things slow with Mingyu, heâs very good at not applying any pressure, and you adore that about him.
Youâre hanging out in your apartment when Mingyu calls you, asking if you have any garlic he can borrow for his meal plan. Part of you thinks itâs a little late for dinner, but you agree anyways.Â
Sometimes you think he comes up with this sort of thing just to see you, stealing kisses at your door- but this time, when he comes over to grab ingredients, he doesnât simply wait in the hallway.
âCan I come in?â he asks, peering at your apartment beyond.
âCome in?â you repeat.
âYeah, I mean, youâve seen my place, and I havenât really gotten to see yours yet.â He sounds nonchalant, but you can tell that your personal space - the way you conduct yourself in your own home - is something that makes him curious.
âOkay.â You step away from the door. âCome on in.â
Mingyu bends down to kiss you as he steps over the threshold, and you grin against his lips, enjoying the way his hands softly grab your waist.Â
âIâm guessing you didnât really need garlic, did you?â you tease.
âNope, I ate dinner after work.â Mingyu takes his shoes off while you close the door behind him, and he looks around your apartment. âItâs nice in here.â
âThank you.â
âDo you want to give me a tour?â he asks.
You let out a giggle. âOkay.âÂ
Youâve never given a formal tour of your apartment before, but you do your best, showing him through the kitchen and the small living room area. Youâve got certain knick knacks that are special to you, and you explain them to Mingyu while he listens with a smile.
Finally, you make it to your bedroom. Before you can even open your mouth to say anything, Mingyuâs arms are wrapping around you, his chest pressed to your back, lips on your throat.
He already knows your sweet spots, and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to make things easier for him.
âGyuâŠâ
âDo you want me to stop?â he whispers in your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe.
âNo.â
You hadnât expected this tonight, but youâre at a point now where you donât want to wait. Mingyu isnât the type to use you and leave you. Heâs made his intentions clear, and the sexual chemistry between the two of you is undeniable.Â
You find yourself turning in Mingyuâs embrace, cupping his cheek so you can draw his lips to yours. He lets out an immediate groan of satisfaction, and it goes straight to your core, which flutters with delight. You kiss him deeply, pouring all your wants and desires into the meeting of your mouths.
Then your hands find the bottom of his shirt, and before you know it, youâre stripping the fabric from Mingyuâs body and tracing your hands over the muscles you love so much.
His body jolts when you tease your nails across his lower abdomen, and it prompts Mingyu to reach down, cupping your ass and easily lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his hips, tongues clashing in a lusty battle as he carries you to your bed.
Your hands trace along his strong shoulders as he lays you onto the mattress, looking down at you with blown pupils. Heâs breathing heavily already, and you can see the bulge of his cock through his jeans.Â
Youâve grinded against him before, sitting on his lap on his couch while he rubs your tits through your comfortable evening sweaters, so you know how big Mingyu is, but knowing heâs about to be inside of you makes your heart race in an entirely different way.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â Mingyu asks again, straightening to look down at you.
âUh huh,â you sit up, meeting his gaze. Then you reach out, undoing his buckle while keeping steady eye contact.Â
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, chest heaving with each breath. âYou donât have to-â
âDonât have to what?â you tease, moving onto the zipper, which you tug down roughly.
âDonât have to-â he swallows thickly. âI want to make you feel good.âÂ
âWhat if you do that after?â you suggest. âI want to make you feel good first.âÂ
âFuck, Angel, okay.âÂ
âYeah?â You raise a brow at him, hooking your fingers in his jeans and briefs.
âYeah,â he nods quickly. âDo whatever you want- whatever you want.â
You tug his pants down, allowing them to bag at his knees. Youâre already much too focused on the cock in front of you to care about getting him fully undressed.
Your eyes take in Mingyuâs rock hard length. Youâre not great with measurements, but you swear he must be seven or eight inches. Heâs got a pretty mushroom tip, all flushed and pink. Thereâs a prominent vein running along the underside of him, and it makes your mouth water.
You havenât sucked cock in a while, but youâd read a very good erotica about it last night, and you know exactly what to do.Â
Grabbing the base of him, you angle Mingyuâs cock slightly upward, running your tongue along the vein.
âShit,â Mingyu groans, hands flying to your head. He doesnât apply any pressure, simply strokes you as you take the tip past your lips, suckling on it and twirling your tongue. âYouâre- fuck, youâre good at this.â
You let out a happy hum, and the vibration makes him twitch, pushing him further into your mouth.Â
Your eyes are closed now, and you allow yourself to enjoy the act of pleasuring Mingyu. After being so patient with you over the past few weeks, he deserves it. The sounds heâs letting out are more than enough encouragement for you, and soon, your drool begins to drip down to your fingers, making it easier for you to pump his neglected shaft.
Thereâs no way in Hell youâll ever be able to fit all of him in your mouth, but unless heâs used to dating women schooled in oral aerobics or some shit, you doubt any of his past lovers have ever achieved that feat either.
Instead, you focus most of your attention on the tip, knowing that the head of his cock is where heâs got a lot of his nerve endings.Â
Your tongue dips along his slit, tasting the salty precum. Mingyu moans loudly above you, fingers threading through your hair.
âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna cum too fast,â he warns you.
Part of you wants him to cum, so you go even harder- only for Mingyu to gently pull you off of him.
You blink up at the gorgeous man, pleased to find that heâs flushed. His chest, shoulders, neck and cheeks are all a pretty pink colour, and heâs panting heavily. âSeriously, Angel, I donât want to cum yet.â
âWhat if I want you to cum?â
âIâm not making you swallow the first time we sleep together,â Mingyu states, and you can tell that itâs a hard boundary. âAnd Iâm not cumming on you either- I thinkâŠâ he licks his lips, âI think itâs my turn to make you feel good now.âÂ
âYeah?â
He nods. âYeah.â
Then Mingyu leans down over you, grabbing your shirt and tugging it off. Your pants are discarded next, left on the floor next to his own while he adjusts you on your bed.
Heâs left your bra and panties on, and when his lips find yours again, you kind of appreciate that heâs intent on more foreplay.
Your core is aching through the cotton fabric, and your nipples are pressing up toward the cups still confining them. Itâs driving you crazy as he kisses you deeply, but then one of his hands reaches up to massage you through your bra, and you let out a sinful whine.
âTake it off,â you whimper, âplease.â
Mingyuâs mouth moves from your lips to your throat, and he reaches under you, undoing the clasp. He gently pulls the bra from your form, and his kisses finally make it to your breasts.Â
His soft hair is teasing your skin with each kiss, but when his lips wrap around your sensitive nipple, you canât even find it within yourself to care about the slight ticklish sensation. Mingyuâs got your full attention now, his teeth gently dragging across the hardened bud, making you cry out even louder.
You grab at his broad shoulders, holding onto him for dear life, wriggling under his large form.Â
His cock is pressing between your legs, rubbing against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.
âFuck, Gyu-â you whimper. âI want you so bad.â
He groans in response, moving to your other breast to pay it as much attention as he had the first. Your neighbour takes his time, and you enjoy every second of it, although youâre absolutely desperate for more.
You want him to take the lead, as you lean more toward a submissive temperament in bed, despite the ballsy way youâd approach sucking his cock for the first time.
You wonder if heâs aching the way you are- if heâs throbbing with need for you the way your pussy is already trying to clench around nothing, anticipating the cock thatâs going to split you open in a way that no man ever has before.Â
Unable to help yourself anymore, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and pumping him gently. Mingyu groans against your breasts, giving you one last lick before he brings his mouth up to your own again.
âAngel, fuck-â he practically whimpers, thrusting toward your hand. âYouâre not ready yet.â
âIâm ready,â you try to assure him.
âTrust me,â Mingyuâs hand slips into your panties, two fingers teasing your core, âAs wet as you are, youâre not ready for me.â
âGyu-â You want to argue, but when he pushes two digits into your core, you realize heâs right. Because even with two fingers, you feel like heâs stretching your tight walls.Â
Youâre so wet that it makes it easy for Mingyu to begin finger fucking you, his mouth finding your throat so he can kiss your sweet spot desperately while you continue to stroke his cock.Â
âWanna make you cum once,â he groans, âbefore- fuck, before I take you.â
Your core throbs at his words, and itâs clear from the smile you feel against your skin that Mingyu can feel the way your body is reacting to him.
âDo you like when I talk dirty to you, Angel?â he asks.
âYeah.â You nod, applying more pressure as you stroke him off.
âYouâre already taking my fingers so well, who got you this wet?â
âYou did, Gyu,â you whimper.
âCan you cum with just fingers? Or should I rub your sensitive little clit too?â
âMy clit-â
His palm immediately finds the bud of nerves, and you let out a strangled gasp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âFuck-â Your hand stops on his cock in favour of grabbing both of his shoulders.
âLike this?â he asks, applying a little more pressure that has you wiggling beneath him.Â
âYeah, just like that,â you groan, threading your fingers through his hair, guiding him to continue kissing your throat while he finger fucks you open.
âHave you wanted this as much as I have?â
âEven more,â you confess.
âNot possible,â he retorts, but by the squelching of your pussy, youâre pretty sure you have him beat. You donât have the energy or the mental focus to fight him on this, so you simply give in to the pleasure heâs providing you. âSo good for me.â
âGyu-â you whimper, legs shaking as your orgasm builds much too fast in the pit of your stomach.
âAlways so good for me,â he continues. âThe best backpack. The best neighbour. The best girl-â
You cry out as your orgasm slams into you with no warning. Something about this brand of praise has made you feral, and your core throbs around Mingyuâs fingers as he works you through your high.
âJust like that,â he coos. âSo good for me.â
You draw his lips to yours, kissing him breathlessly. He kisses you back, tongue invading your mouth and gently stroking your own.
Youâre practically shaking by the time your orgasm is over, and Mingyu pulls his hand out of your panties. âIâm gonna take these off now,â he tells you, pressing a kiss to your nose. âAnd grab a condom.â
âActuallyâŠâ You bite at your lip, meeting his gaze. âIâm on birth control.â
He pauses for a moment, and you can see the wheels practically turning in his head. âAnd⊠I mean, I know Iâm clean-â
âIâm clean too,â you assure him. âItâs uh⊠itâs been a while for me, since I⊠well, you know.â
You can feel your skin heating at the admission of your near celibacy over the past few months. While youâve imagined fucking all sorts of heros and villains in your books, the only thing thatâs been inside you recently has been your six inch glittery pink dildo.
âAnd you uh⊠you want me to cum inside?â Mingyu clarifies.
âPlease?â
Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, then he nods. âOkay, yeah, I can do that.â
He tugs your panties down your legs, and before you know it, the two of you are completely naked. Mingyu returns between your thighs, his arm muscles bulging as he holds himself over you, one hand grabbing the base of his cock so he can tease himself through your pussy lips.
âCan I convince you to let me eat you out first?â
âI need you,â you tell him, on the verge of crying if you donât get your way.
âAnother time, then.â
âAnother time,â you agree with a laugh.
The tip of his cock teases by your clit and it makes your entire body jolt at the sensitivity.
âIf itâs uh⊠if itâs too much,â Mingyu licks his lips, tearing his gaze from your core so he can look you in the eyes, âif itâs too much just let me know and Iâll stop.â
âGyu, please, Iâll be okay-â you try to assure him, although, youâre not sure if youâre even certain with yourself on this one. Thereâs a possibility you might not even be able to walk tomorrow, but thatâs a risk youâre more than willing to take.
He brings the tip of his cock down to your wet hole, gently pushing into you. The head alone is enough to have you moaning, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and throwing your head back against the pillows.
âFuck-â
âYeah,â his breath is hot against your chest, âI know, Iâm sorry.â
Itâs so endearing that the man is sorry his cock is so big.
âDonât be sorry,â you let out a laugh, âIâll just have to get used to you.â
âI like the sound of that,â Mingyu admits, pushing another inch past your wet walls. âFuck, you have no idea how good you feel.â
âJust wait till youâre fully inside of me,â you whisper, closing your eyes and doing your best to relax your body so you can take him.
Mingyu lets out a groan, hips gently thrusting so he can coat his cock in your wet juices. Each movement has him burying deeper and deeper, earning sounds of pleasure from your lips.Â
Your nails claw at his shoulders, but itâs clear that Mingyu is too focused on your pussy to even care or notice.Â
âAlmost there,â he tells you, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.
Nothing in the world has ever felt like Mingyu, and as his hips finally come flush to your own and he lets out a sigh of relief, you know that thereâs no coming back from this.Â
You both groan âFuckâ in unison, crashing your lips together a moment later as he begins to move. He starts off slow and gentle, his cock hitting spots so deep that you swear heâs rearranging your guts
Youâve spent years reading erotica, imagining what great sex would really look like, and now, youâre finally experiencing it for yourself.
Youâve never gone completely mind numb for someone before, but with Mingyu, youâre reduced to feral instinct. Sounds like the ones leaving your lips right now are not sounds that have ever come out of you before, and you swear youâve never been this wet in your life.
Each thrust has Mingyuâs tip rubbing against a place that has you seeing stars, and as he picks up his pace, itâs the most you can do to keep kissing him even while wanting to scream with pleasure.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, and when Mingyu releases a grunt, bringing his mouth to your throat so he can gently bite at your skin, you realize he kind of likes the pain.
The thought has your pussy tingling with even more delight, and Mingyu groans loudly.
âSo good,â he moans. âSo fucking good.â
âDonât stop, please, fuck- no one has ever fucked me like this before-â
From the way Mingyu fucks you even harder, itâs clear he also has a praise kink. Itâs funny how often praise and pain go hand in hand in pleasure.
Youâre thankful for all the books youâve read about this sort of thing, because they allow you to read Mingyu in a way that youâve never imagined being able to read someone. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and you adore it.
Mingyu lifts his thigh, angling himself better on the bed so each thrust can go as deep as possible. Your headboard is hitting the wall now, and part of you almost wishes Wonwoo was home so you could annoy him with the sound as much as heâs annoyed you with it.
But at the same time, youâre glad Wonwoo is probably at work. As interesting as being a vouyer is when youâre the one listening in, due to your interesting past with your Harley loving neighbour, youâre not sure how youâd feel about him being privy to this intimate moment youâre sharing with Mingyu.
Itâs clear Mingyu is completely present with you. From the sounds escaping him, you know that heâs not thinking about anyone else listening in. His ability to be completely enraptured by you makes it easier for you to get lost in him again, and when you draw his lips to yours, your mind goes pleasantly blank once more.
Youâre not sure how long he fucks you like this, but soon, his hand finds your clit again, and you realize he wants you to cum with him.
âCan you give me one more?â he asks, looking down at you with those eyes youâve come to adore.
âYeah,â you nod, already feeling the tightening of your abdominal muscles. Youâre still sensitive from your first orgasm, and itâs way too easy for him to get you there again, especially with the way his cock drags against your inner walls and sets your entire body on fire.
âFuck, youâre getting so tight, Angel, holy shit-â Mingyu groans deeply, pressing his forehead against your own. Each panting breath, each whimpered moan and grunt that escapes Mingyu has you closer and closer to the edge.
He should seriously consider getting a job reading erotica for money, like on the Quinn app or something, because fuck, no man has ever sounded this sexy before.Â
âCome on,â he encourages you, âI wonât be able to last, fuck- youâre gonna cum with me, right?â
âYeah-â
âYouâre close?â
âYes-â You dig your nails into his shoulders, closing your eyes and focusing on the way heâs circling your clit.Â
âPlease, please, please,â he practically begs, bringing his lips to your ear. âBe a good girl and cum for me again, come on, Angel, cum on my cock.â
You explode around him, crying out. Your legs tighten around his hips, and Mingyuâs entire body shudders as he cums with you. You can feel your core throbbing around him, milking him of his cum as he fills you to your absolute limit.
Youâre both gasping, holding each other like life lines while orgasms ravage your bodies. Itâs Heaven, but from the way your muscles are contracting, itâs also a little bit of Hell. Nothing has felt this good, but you know youâre going to be exhausted in the morning- fuck, youâre already exhausted.
Mingyuâs thrusts have faltered, but he tries to ride you through your highs. Soon, heâs half collapsing on top of you, your sweaty chests pressed together. Then heâs kissing you desperately, and it feels like youâre both pouring a thousand unsaid words into the meeting of your lips.
You make out for a short while, and then Mingyu pulls out of you, reaching for the kleenex box on your nightstand. âHere,â he offers, holding it between your thighs to stop any cum from dripping onto the bed.
âThanks,â you let out a small laugh. âIâm gonna head to the bathroom.â
âGood idea.â
Your legs are wobbly when you stand up, and it reminds you of the first time youâd gotten off the back of his bike.
You donât mind Mingyu making it hard for you to walk, in both ways.
Inside the bathroom, you do your best to use the toilet and clean up the cum. After double checking yourself in the mirror and deciding to brush your teeth for good measure, you head back to your bedroom⊠which is where you find Mingyu flipping through the most recent book youâve been reading.
Your heart lurches into your throat, body freezing in the doorway.Â
âI didnât know you read this sort of thing,â Mingyu muses, looking up at you.
âWhat?â you squeak.
âErotica,â he responds casually. âThis seems interesting though.â
You slowly approach the bed, joining Mingyu under the covers while he reaches to put your book back on your nightstand.Â
âUhâŠâ you donât even know what to say. âI didnât mean for you to see that.â
Mingyu laughs, pulling you close to his chest. âWhy not? Itâs not like Iâm judging you.â
âYouâre not?â
âNope. Why would I? I think I read somewhere that men like visual porn and women lean towards the written stuff, nothing to be ashamed of.â
He really is the perfect man.
âPlus, I keep seeing shit on tiktok about booktok girls needing their bikertok boy, I donât mind filling that role for you.â Another nonchalant comment that makes your heart do somersaults. âAlthough⊠arenât all of you booktok girls into masked men and threesomes and shit?â
His words make you hide your face against his chest, shyness overcoming you.Â
âSorry, was that an overstep?â he laughs, rubbing your back with a large, warm hand.
âNo, Iâm just not used to talking about this, especially not with guys I just slept with.â
âThe erotica you read is the fantasy youâre interested in, it would be a shame never to talk about it,â Mingyu muses. âThat threesome between the demon knight and the guardian angel seemed pretty interesting.â
âGod, you really werenât supposed to read the book on my nightstand.â You can feel your skin getting hotter with embarrassment with each passing second.
âYouâre adorable.â Mingyu cuddles you closer. âLook, Iâm just going to put this out there, and if your answer is a no, then itâs a no⊠If you ever did want to try a threesome, Wonwoo would be into it.â
Now your heart is really racing, and your entire body stiffens in Mingyuâs embrace.
âShit, my bad for even suggesting it,â Mingyu apologizes immediately.
âItâs not thatâŠâ you take a deep breath. If youâre going to continue things with Mingyu, he needs to know about your past - however unimportant it is - with Wonwoo. âLook⊠I uh⊠I matched with Wonwoo on a dating app last summer, nothing came out of it, but, I donât know, I still feel awkward around him.â
Mingyu is silent for a few seconds, and youâre too scared to look up at his face, too scared of the expression you might find there.
âThat would actually explain a lot,â Mingyu says finally.Â
âIt would?â
âYeah, when I first introduced you two, he was more of an asshole than usual. And that first time I offered you a ride on my bike, he just took off. I kind of chalked it up to him being socially awkward sometimes around cute girls, but, now things make a bit more sense.â
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you earlier.â
âItâs all good,â Mingyu assures you, rubbing your back. âHonestly, Iâm pretty tired. How do you feel about the two of us staying here tonight, cuddling till we fall asleep, and talking more about this in the morning?â
You let out a sigh of relief. âThat actually sounds perfect.â
Twelve - Wonwoo
As if listening to you and Mingyu fuck the first time wasnât enough, Wonwoo had been woken up at three am, and then again at seven to the sound of your moans carrying through his walls.
His room is dark thanks to his black out curtains, but in the blackness of his room, Wonwoo finally snaps. Heâd done his best to wear noise cancellers the first time, to put his head under his pillow the second, but now, Wonwoo has lost all of his resolve.
Your small whimpers are simply too hard to resist, and as Wonwooâs hand slips down to his aching cock, he canât help but wonder what would have happened if things had worked out with you all those months ago. It could be him that youâre under right now, not his best friend, and thatâs a conflicting thought.Â
Wonwoo lets out a quiet sigh as he begins to stroke his hard length. He closes his eyes, focusing on the muffled sounds of pleasure that make it through the walls.
When Mingyu had first mentioned that Wonwooâs escapades had been keeping you up, heâd dismissed it, but now after being woken three times, he can see your annoyance.Â
Heâll have to try to go easier on you.Â
As Wonwoo works himself up to your moans, he wonders if youâve ever been in this exact situation; touching yourself while he got off with someone else just a few feet through a wall.
The thought sends a shiver up Wonwooâs spine and he shifts under his duvet, tossing the fabric off of himself, abdominal muscles clenching with delight.
From the sound of Mingyuâs thrusts and the headboard hitting the wall, Wonwooâs pretty sure Mingyu is close already- fuck, he would be too if he had you to bury his morning wood into. And from the noises escaping you, Wonwoo knows youâre just as close.
He applies more pressure to his aching cock, speeding up his strokes- Wonwoo wants to cum with you and his roommate, although heâs not quite sure why.Â
Sure, once you both cum, his entertainment is over, but thereâs a need to be paired with you both, something that goes beyond a voyeuristic act like watching porn, which he could easily switch to when youâre finished if he wanted to prolong the experience.
A muffled âFuck, Iâm closeâ has Wonwooâs entire body tensing, and as your moans crescendo, the tightly wound knot inside of him snaps. He lets out a gasp, pumping his cock while ropes of his own cum paint his chest.Â
He wishes his hand was you, but the image of you instead of his hand is enough to make another wave of pleasure pass over him. He works himself through it to the point of overstimulation, finally stopping when the headboard sounds cease.
Wonwoo lays there for a moment, eyes closed, catching his breath.
When he finally turns his phone flashlight on and looks down at his chest, he realizes heâs cum more listening to you and Mingyu fuck than heâs probably ever cum inside of a girl.
Itâs then that Wonwoo realizes how truly screwed he is.Â
Thirteen
Seungkwan had nearly spat out his drink when youâd revealed Mingyuâs offer to invite Wonwoo into your bed. Soonyoungâs jaw had dropped, and itâs stayed that way. Seokmin looks like heâs having a panic attack, his cheeks all flushed, his hands tugging at the neckline of his dress shirt.
âSo what are you going to do?â Seungkwan asks finally, taking a sip of his Gin and Tonic with his wide eyes glued to you.
âIâm honestly not sure,â you admit, letting out a sigh.
âBitch,â Seungkwan rolls his eyes, âdonât give us that. You read smutty threesome shit all the time, and here you are, being propositioned by your hot neighbour and his best friend, who both ride motorcycles, I might add- this is a fucking no brainer and we all know it.â
âYouâve been wanting a proper fuck session forever,â Soonyoung agrees.
âItâs actually like⊠one of your biggest things,â Seokmin points out, nodding.Â
âBut donât you think this would be messy?â you ask. âLike, if these were randoms Iâd never see again, it would be one thing- but they live next to me, and Iâm low key dating Mingyu. Wonwoo doesnât seem like the polyamory type.â
âBabes,â Seungkwan reaches a hand across the table to squeeze your forearm, âThis doesnât have to be polyamory. Wonwoo can just be some dude that fucks you with his bestie sometimes. You can mostly focus on Mingyu, I mean, after all, we all know you and Wonwoo donât even really like each other after the whole⊠ghosting thing.âÂ
âWhich is so valid,â Seokmin assures you, also reaching out to grab your hand. âWho suggests a group motorcycle trip as a first date, that was very stupid.â
âPlus, didnât you mention hearing Wonwoo fuck some girl through your wall?â Soonyoung asks, playing with the straw in his bellini. âI bet youâre wondering why she was being so loud. I mean, obviously his dick game must be good.â
âI have been wondering,â you admit. âMingyu is so soft with me, so good and gentle- Wonwoo seems like he might be the opposite.â
âAnd youâll never really know until you give this a try.â Seungkwan pats your hand encouragingly. âI think you have your answer, babes. Go make those smutty dreams of yours come true, or youâll regret it the rest of your life.âÂ
Fourteen
Mingyuâs been coming over more and more often. Even though his place is just next door, he tends to have a preference for holding you until he passes out in your bed. You donât mind, being in his arms helps you get the best rest youâve had in ages, and you never feel closer to him than you do when you wake up next to him in the morning.
Itâs a Sunday, and youâre laying in bed. Mingyu had gotten up, decided heâd wanted you for breakfast, fucked your brains out, and now, youâre stroking each others skin while you catch your breaths.
âAre you thinking about something?â Mingyu asks, and you realize he must have noted your silence.
You take a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. Heâs done his best to foster an environment of safety- you know you can talk to him about anything, and now seems as good a time as any to broach a few subjects that have been weighing you down.
âWhat are we doing?â you ask.
âWeâre cuddling?â
You let out a laugh. âNo, I mean⊠what are we doing? Like⊠Iâve really enjoyed getting to know you, and from the way you spoke at the start of all of this, it sounded like you were looking for a relationship, but ever since you mentioned inviting Wonwoo into bed, I guess Iâm just a little confused about⊠the trajectory of this. Sharing the girl you want to date exclusively with your bestie just doesnât seem like a usual start to a new relationship.âÂ
âValid question,â he nods. âI can see where I caused some confusion⊠I guess, I mean- Itâs not that I want to date you exclusively, I already am dating you exclusively, and I have been since the start.â
While this is news to you, you suppose itâs not the most surprising thing. Mingyu has been spending so much time with you lately, heâd have to be Superman or the worldâs more snakey person to be able to juggle anyone else.
âWhen it comes to the whole Wonwoo thing- If Iâm being honest, weâve been friends forever. Weâve had like⊠three or four threesomes together? So I guess I feel comfortable inviting him because we have that foundation of trust there, and based on the stuff you read - correct me if Iâm wrong - but I think a threesome is on your bucket list.â
Now this is some hot gossip. Youâd never for a moment considered the idea that Wonwoo and Mingyu have shared girls together before- but now that the idea is out in the open, you feel stupid for it having never crossed your mind.Â
âSo there really wouldnât be any jealousy or any problems if Wonwoo joined us?â you clarify.
âThere never have been before. Wonwooâs not the relationship type. If I honestly thought there would be a problem, I wouldnât have brought it up,â Mingyu tells you. âSounds like youâre open to it.â
âI am,â you admit. âAlso⊠Iâm exclusively seeing you too, by the way.â
Mingyu laughs. âI know, Angel. Wonwoo is an exception, the only exception.â
âAgreed.âÂ
âSoâŠâ Mingyu pulls you tighter to his chest. âAre we gonna bring this up with him?â
âDo you want to ask him?â
âI think we should do it together.â
The idea of bringing this up with Wonwoo makes your heart race. âYou think heâll react okay?â
âAngel, he matched with you on Tinder before, and tried to take you out three times, even if you did ghost him, youâre way too sexy for him to ever say no to.â
Fifteen
When youâd arrived at Mingyuâs place after dinner, heâd suggested a movie night. Wonwoo usually gets off work around one am, and with his Harley, Mingyu expected him to be back at one thirty at the latest.Â
Around midnight, youâd fallen asleep, with Mingyu following close behind, and when the sound of the front door unlocking finally pulls you from your slumber, a quick check at the clock tells you itâs already past two.
Mingyu groans behind you, pulling you closer, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.Â
Wonwoo walks into the den area in time to see the exchange, and he pauses by the open concept kitchen, staring at you in the dim darkness of the space.Â
âWhat are you doing out here on the couch?â he asks.
âWe were waiting for you,â you say softly, pushing at Mingyuâs hand in an effort to wake him up fully.
Wonwoo stays quiet, and after a moment, Mingyu finally groans and sits up, turning to look at his best friend. Mingyu rubs at his eyes, yawning. âWe have something to talk to you about,â he mumbles.
âLet's hear it,â Wonwoo sighs, setting his helmet and gloves onto the kitchen counter before he goes to remove his leather jacket.
âYou know what⊠maybe itâs too late for this,â you suggest, turning to look at Mingyu.
âDonât be shy,â he encourages you, pulling you closer and kissing your throat.Â
You note the way your body reacts, head tilting to the side to give him better access. Itâs clear that youâre not as afraid of being watched as youâd thought you might be, and when your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, you find him staring at the place where you and Mingyuâs bodies connect.
A muscle in his jaw feathers, and you see the way his fist clenches at his side, but he stays silent.
âDo you want me to do it?â Mingyu asks.
âYes, please.â
Mingyu gives a reassuring kiss to your cheek. âI know you two have a past-â he begins.
âShe told you about that, did she?â Wonwoo interrupts.
âUh huh, sheâs a good girl like that,â Mingyu holds you tighter. âAnyways, I know you two have a past, and I know youâre attracted to each other-â
âMingyu.â Thereâs a warning tone in Wonwooâs voice now, and it makes your skin tingle.Â
âIâm too tired to do this right,â Mingyu sighs, âbut listen, she wants to try a threesome, weâve done threesomes, I figured Iâd put it on the table, if youâre interested.â
Wonwoo stands in the kitchen for a moment, then he lets out a sigh, turning and placing both of his hands on the counter. He looks down at the ground, and you wonder whatâs going through his head.
âArenât you two dating?â he asks finally.
You open your mouth to respond but decide to shut it, turning to Mingyu to allow him to answer. âYeah, I mean, weâre exclusive.â
âHow can you be exclusive if youâre inviting me into a fucking threesome?â Wonwoo snaps.
âBecause youâre you,â Mingyu shrugs. âWhy do you seem mad?â
Wonwoo lets out a deep sigh. âThis isnât the right way to start a relationship, Gyu.â
You find it comical that Wonwoo - of all people - is trying to school Mingyu on how to treat a girl.Â
âIâm pretty confident in us,â Mingyu grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You kind of love how sure he is, and it makes your trust in the budding relationship feel even stronger. âLook, if you donât want to-â
âI want to.âÂ
It feels like the air is knocked from your lungs. Yes, youâve considered this for weeks, but part of you never really thought it would get this far, never thought Wonwoo would actually agree-
âIâve been listening to you two fuck through a wall for weeks,â Wonwoo continues. âOf course I fucking want to.â
âSo whatâs the problem?â Mingyu asks, brows furrowing at why his friend still sounds so angry.
Wonwoo turns to look at you. âThis is going to complicate things.â
âOnly if you let it,â Mingyu argues. âLook, youâre both overthinkers, and I get that, but with me here, Iâll keep us all grounded, I promise.â
âItâs not that easy,â Wonwoo sighs.
âIt can be, if you both let it be.â He sounds so sure, and you want to believe him on this-
âSo is this just going to be a one time thing?â Wonwoo asks, and you note the way his gaze shifts from his roommate to you. Then you feel Mingyuâs eyes too.
âUh⊠I hadnât thought that far,â you admit.
âWe could always just go with the flow,â Mingyu suggests.
âYou know Iâm not that kind of guy,â Wonwoo retorts.
âHonestly, I know it was just a simple case of ghosting, but you two donât seem to actually like each other that much,â Mingyu points out, âunless Iâm misreading something. So how about we give it a shot, and go from there?â
Wonwoo looks to you, and after a moment to consider it, you nod, he mirrors the motion soon after.
âFine. Iâm in.â
âCan you try to sound more enthusiastic?â Mingyu teases. âThis is my Angel Iâm letting you get a taste of.â
âDonât test your luck,â Wonwoo warns. âAre we doing this right now?â
âIâm already half hard just thinking about it,â Mingyu grins. âAre you up for this, Angel?â
Things are happening a little fast for you, but you worry that if you donât bite the bullet and try this now, you might chicken out if you give yourself enough time to overthink and talk yourself out of it.Â
âLetâs do it,â you respond.Â
Wonwoo stares at you from the kitchen, and you wait to see who will move first. Finally, Wonwoo nods. âOkay, my room.â
He walks away without another word. Mingyu is quick to get up, reaching down to tug you to your feet. Youâre a little shocked at how abrupt Wonwoo is being, and how quick Mingyu is to act on Wonwooâs locational choice.
Youâve never seen the inside of Wonwooâs room, and you find it even more minimally furnished than the rest of the apartment. With nothing but a bed, a dresser and a gaming station set up, Wonwoo clearly has very few loves in his life. There are no books, no clothes strewn about- it almost looks like a room straight from the Ikea Catalogue with the theme âmy ocd teenage gamerâs sanctuary.â
The only thing of any true interest, is a tiled wall mount light piece, and from the way Wonwoo is standing near it and looking down at his phone, youâre pretty sure itâs bluetooth. As Mingyu leads you to go sit with him on the bed, the tiles begin to change colour, and youâre not even surprised when Wonwoo goes for a red hue that makes this entire situation feel correctly sinful.
Mingyu sits behind you, prompting you to settle on his lap. His hands find your thighs, stroking you through your sweatpants. You can tell heâs waiting on something, and when Wonwoo finally looks up at the two of you, setting his phone down, you realize just how much power youâre about to hand over to the man youâd ghosted all those months ago.
Wonwoo approaches you and Mingyu, coming to stand right in front of you. He meets your gaze, but heâs quiet. You hold your tongue, knowing that now is not the time to start being a brat.
âSo,â Wonwoo says finally. âMy guess is Mingyuâs been going easy on you since you started fucking.â
Mingyu lets out a laugh behind you, and you find yourself wanting to defend him. âI wouldnât say heâs been going easy on me-â
âIâm going to make an assessment, and youâre going to tell me if Iâm wrong,â Wonwoo states. âYou look like the kind of girl who wants to be dominated. The shy ones can sometimes be the kinkiest girls youâll ever meet, and something tells me that if youâre interested in a threesome - interested enough to let me be the one to come in here and fuck you - youâve got some specific itches that need to be scratched. Mingyuâs a vanilla boy. He doesnât even like to call sleeping with a girl fucking. Iâm betting he gives you everything you want, never makes you work for it, or beg for it, or any of that shit. The guy wakes up three times a night to rail you for fuckâs sake. So Iâm guessing, even though he probably meets most of your needs, thereâs something youâre missing that Mingyu thinks I can provide.â
Mingyuâs mouth finds your throat, pressing soft kisses that wordlessly tell you heâs not about to answer this assessment, itâs fully on you.
âIâŠâ you swallow thickly. âI guess, I mean, that sounds correct.â
âYouâre happy with Mingyu.â Itâs more of a statement than a question, but you find the need to answer it anyways, so you nod quickly.Â
âVery happy.â
âBut he doesnât dominate you.â
You shake your head.
âAnd tonight, you want someone to tell you what to do.â
You nod.
âYou want someone to make you scream the way I made that other girl scream, the girl that kept you up at night. You want what I was giving her.â
âGod, yes,â you admit, letting out a shuddery breath. You can feel Mingyu smile against your throat, and he wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you close to his chest. You can feel his cock straining up against your ass, and itâs driving you wild already.
âWhatâs off the table?â Wonwoo asks. âBe thorough.â
âI think⊠no anal. Hard pass on anal, at least, right now,â you start. âAnd⊠please donât be mean to me? Like⊠donât degrade me?â
âIf youâre our good girl, there will be no reason to degrade you, will there?â Wonwoo says smoothly, reaching out to cup your jaw. His thumb brushes by your lips and you open your mouth for him, accepting the digit that presses flat to your tongue. âSee, youâre just a good girl looking for direction, there wonât be a problem tonight.â
He removes his hand, and part of you mourns the loss.Â
âEverything else is on the table?â he clarifies.
âNothing gross.â
âNothing gross,â Wonwoo repeats with a laugh. âI guess thatâs all subjective, but I get what you mean.â
God, you wonder what dirty, nasty things this man has done in his lifetime.Â
âSafeword?â Wonwoo asks next.
You take a deep breath, only needing a moment to consider one. âHarley.âÂ
Mingyu groans behind you, his hands teasing up your thighs, closer and closer to where you need him while he begins to suck on your sweet spot. You can tell from his reaction that the safe word pleased him, and you know that everyone is aware how close you are to letting the fun actually begin.
Wonwoo has done his due diligence, now, he just has to do you.
âGyu, how about you get her warmed up?â Wonwoo suggests, and the man youâre sitting on wastes no time with the request. Mingyu immediately slips his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers finding your clit through your panties while you squirm on his lap.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, âsheâs so wet already.â
âThatâs no surprise,â Wonwoo says nonchalantly, pivoting and moving away.
You watch him go, curious as to what heâs up to. Mingyu, meanwhile, is focused on getting your attention. He pushes your panties to the side, stroking your pussy, teasing as if heâs about to dip his fingers into you, only to circle your clit again.
You snap way too easily, turning to press kisses along his jaw. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek, prompting him to meet your lips. All it takes is a little tongue action for Mingyu to also break, finally slipping a digit into your wet core.
You whimper at the feeling, grinding down on his hand. The wiggling of your hips adds friction to the front of Mingyuâs pants, and he releases his own groan of pleasure.Â
He adds a second finger and you find yourself gasping. Your thighs spread to accommodate Mingyu. His slow stroking is driving you wild, and the ever constant pressure on your clit only intensifies the situation.
âLay her down,â Wonwooâs voice snaps you out of your Mingyu haze, and you break the kiss to blink up at Wonwoo.
You notice something in his hands, but before you can get a better look, Mingyu is pulling his hand from your core and standing up, taking you with him.Â
He gently places you onto the bed, tearing off your pants. His fingers go to hook in your underwear, but one tutting sound from Wonwoo makes him stop in his tracks.
âLeave those on for now,â Wonwoo instructs. âYou might be skipping things because youâre needy, but I remember your panty kink.â
Panty kink? Mingyu has a panty kink?
Fuck.
You wonder how much Wonwoo knows about Mingyuâs sexual preferences, things that you havenât even learned yet.
No matter how worried you were about this before you agreed to a threesome, itâs becoming more and more clear that Wonwoo might carry the keys to unlocking Mingyuâs full potential in bed- now, youâre worried what that means for the fully monogamous aspect of your relationship.
âTake off your shirt and bra for us,â Wonwoo prompts next. âI want to see you.â
His voice had softened at the end of the request, and the fact that Wonwoo has a good mix between commanding, and a tone thatâs almost on the pleading side, has you immediately making good on what heâs just asked of you.
You slip your shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Arching your back, you get at the clasp of your bra, and soon, it joins the discarded fabric next to the bed.
Mingyu gets onto the mattress between your thighs, his hands stroking up your legs, which spread for him again.
âHere,â Wonwoo tosses the thing heâd been holding onto your chest.
When you pick it up, you realize itâs a blindfold.
Wonwoo meets your questioning gaze. âPut that on. You trust us, right?âÂ
You swallow thickly, then, you slip on the blindfold, obscuring your vision completely.
âThatâs our good girl,â Wonwoo muses, and his satisfaction has your core throbbing. Heâs being a lot nicer than youâd hoped he would be- part of you had wondered if this would a rage fueled fuck, revenge for the ghosting. But the way Wonwooâs treating you- itâs clear he has no animosity toward you for your past, regardless of the cold way heâs been acting toward you up until tonight.
Even with the blindfold, itâs clear whoâs still rubbing your legs. And when Mingyu shifts his weight, bending down to press kisses along your inner thighs, you know itâs still him.
Although there arenât any surprises happening in terms of who is touching you, with your vision cut off, every brush of Mingyu against your skin feels even more intense. Without the pressure of keeping your eyes open, or following the action with your gaze, you can simply lay back and enjoy whatâs happening.
Mingyuâs mouth reaches your core, and his breath through the fabric makes you twitch.
When his tongue makes contact with your wet panties, you both let out groans. The world seems suspended in anticipated pleasure, if even just for a moment, before Mingyu practically dives in.
His tongue pushes at your panties, and the teasing aspect of his muscle prodding at your core has your stomach already twisting into knots. Itâs like heâs trying to devour your underwear, trying to push his tongue through so he can get at you-
Youâd never imagined keeping your pussy covered with a thin piece of fabric would reveal to you how desperate Mingyu is to properly be eating you.
Your hands reach down, tangling in Mingyuâs hair, and you begin to grind against his face, using his nose to add pressure to your clit.
Something brushes by your nipple, and you practically jump at the contact. Then, the soft bud is pinched between two fingers. Itâs not a hard pinch, not enough to hurt, but enough to have your pussy throbbing even more from the idea of pain.Â
You also know that itâs Wonwoo who has finally decided to touch you, and youâre kind of scared of the effect thatâs having.
Mingyu doesnât even notice his friend beginning to play with your tits, heâs much too distracted by licking your core through your panties. Youâd bet that if you took your blind fold off right now, youâd find his own eyes closed, his mind completely consumed by the act of being close to your pussy without really being able to get at it.
âDoes he feel good?â Wonwoo asks.
âUh huh,â you nod, tightening your grip in Mingyuâs hair so you can grind harder against his mouth.
âHeâs already nearly breaking,â Wonwoo muses, âhow far along are you?â
âI-â You swallow thickly. âI donât know.â
âI want you to enjoy the teasing, want you to be brought to the edge like this, and when youâre finally about to snap, Iâll let him pull your panties to the side. You can ride his face while you cum for us.â
Your muscles clench at his words, and you nod quickly. âOkay.â
âWhere are your manners?â He pinches your nipple even more roughly, and you let out a delighted squeal.
âOkay, yes, thank you, thank you, Wonwoo,â you correct yourself.
âGood girl.â The pinching subsides, but you almost miss the pain. âYou look good like this.â
âThank you!â you blurt out, not wanting to fumble your manners so early just because heâs being sweet to you.
Wonwooâs fingers leave your breast, and your focus shifts to Mingyu again. Heâs begun rubbing his nose against your clit, and youâd bet that Wonwooâs words about getting you to the edge have inspired the motion.
Mingyu knows that clit stimulus will get you there faster than the teasing of his tongue along your panties, and you give yourself to the pleasure heâs providing.
Wet lips wrap around your nipple and your body jolts. One your hands immediately flies to the back of Wonwooâs head, threading through his soft curls while he sucks on you. He releases a groan of satisfaction. You respond with a whimper of your own, pushing your chest up toward his mouth.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
Having two sexy men worship you is making your body short circuit faster than it ever has before.
You can feel your orgasm rising in your stomach, and before you even know it, youâre letting out a gasp. âFuck, Iâm close- shit, thank you, fuck, Iâm gonna-â
You canât even finish your sentence, Mingyu tugs your panties to the side, pushing two digits into your hole while his lips find your clit, sucking the sensitive bud while he groans like a starved man.
Wonwooâs teeth simultaneously graze your nipple, and the combination of stimuli is enough to throw you over the edge.
Your pussy clamps down on Mingyuâs fingers, waves of pleasure exploding out from your core. The loudest moan youâve ever released sings out of you, and your grip tightens in both of their curls. Youâre used to having one anchor, Mingyu, who you hold onto to keep you from floating too high to cloud nine, but now, even with two anchors, you still find yourself drifting away into a state of bliss youâve never even dreamed of.
Wonwooâs free hand finds your neglected breast, and a pinch at your nipple has even more electric energy surging through you, your back arching at how intense this all is.
Mingyu hasnât stopped between your thighs, his fingers are unrelenting inside of your throbbing core, his tongue flicking your clit better than any vibrator or toy ever has.
You cum, and cum, and cum-
Mingyu releases a sinful groan, and you can feel something splash your inner thighs. Mingyu pulls away from your clit, licking up the liquid-
Wonwooâs mouth leaves your breasts, and you can feel his gaze slipping between your legs.
âFuck, I didnât know you could squirt, baby,â he muses, massaging your breast in a way that almost feels loving.
âI didnât-â you struggle to speak amidst your moans, âI canât-
âNo oneâs ever made you squirt before?â Wonwoo finishes your sentence for you.
âNo, sir, I mean- yes, sir-â
You hear Wonwoo let out a chuckle, and he pinches your nipple, making you cry out even more. âSir, huh? Looks like our good girl has really learned her manners, Gyu.â
Youâre not sure where the title had come from, but calling Wonwoo âsirâ had just felt right, it still feels right, as you writhe against his bed sheets.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough,â Wonwoo sighs. Fingers brush by your cheek, and the sudden touch makes you flinch. âSheâs crying, Gyu.â
Mingyu groans deeply, his fingers coming to a stop in your pussy. When he removes them, and both men pull away, you can finally take a deep breath after the intensity of your orgasm. Your entire body shudders as you try to steady yourself after what theyâve just given you.
In the periphery, you can hear a wet sucking sound, and youâd bet your life that Mingyu is licking his fingers clean.
âSquirting all over him like that got your boyfriend hard as fuck, baby, I think Iâll be nice and let him fuck you now.â
God, thereâs so much you want to think about with that sentence- specifically the way Wonwoo just referred to Mingyu as your boyfriend, a term that you havenât yet used- but youâre also so needy for Mingyuâs cock now that you canât sit and ponder the relationship development.Â
âYes, please, Mingyu, fuck, need your cock-â you whine, reaching down to tug your panties off-
Another set of hands grabs the fabric, and before you can fumble to get your underwear down your legs, Mingyu simply tears them in two to get at you.
His cockhead is rubbing against your soaked folds a moment later, and you let out a whimper of desperation.Â
âFuck, Angel, youâre doing so good for us,â Mingyu groans, slipping the head into you.
âGyu-â you whimper, grabbing at the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the stretch of his girthy tip.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he tells you, one hand flattening on your abdomen to keep you still. âI could slide all the way in like this-â
âDo it,â Wonwoo says simply. âBet sheâd fucking love that.â
âI would,â you agree, whimpering at the idea of him filling you up with one powerful thrust. âPlease, split me open-â
The words no sooner leave your mouth than Mingyu is doing just as youâd asked. In one motion, he sinks the entirety of his cock into your wet, ready hole.Â
His hips hit flush to your own, and you release something between a cry and a scream. Your inner walls struggle desperately to accommodate the large intrusion that your body is still not used to even after fucking Mingyu countless times.
Before Mingyu, âLike a Virginâ had just been a Madonna song, now, itâs something you understand completely.
Mingyuâs mouth finds your neck as he leans his entire, large, muscled body over your own. His lips are hot as they suckle on your sweet spot, and you grab at his strong shoulders, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He starts slow with his motions, only pulling out slightly. With each small rut, his cock sinks so deep that it hits a spot that makes you go mind numb.
Youâre a gasping, wriggling mess for Mingyu, and from the sounds leaving his own lips, you know he loves it.
His pace starts to increase. You can feel your pussy tingling with each thrust, the vein along the underside of his cock stimulating your walls perfectly.
Mingyu draws your lips to his own, and you find yourself in a desperate clash of tongues.Â
âHow cute,â Wonwooâs voice draws you back to reality. âFor the record, baby, Iâve never seen Mingyu this into someone.â
God, why is he being so nice to you?
Why does the thought that you make Mingyu come undone unlike anyone else have your pussy throbbing?
Your hand moves before your mind even registers what youâre doing. It flails out toward Wonwooâs voice, and youâre pretty sure you make contact with his thigh.
âWhat are you doing?â Wonwoo asks, tone shifting.
You break the kiss with Mingyu, and his lips find your throat while you address his friend. âWanna touch.â
Wonwoo is silent, and moments feel like minutes. Then, you hear a belt buckle, and a zipper being pulled down.
âYou just wanna touch?â Wonwoo prompts.Â
Before you can even respond, Mingyu is nipping at your ear. Heâs breathing heavily, fucking you faster. âDo you wanna suck him off, Angel? I wonât be mad if you do.â
This is a threesome, it wouldnât be fair if Wonwoo didnât get a bit of you tooâŠ
âYes.â
âYes, what?â Wonwoo prompts.
âYes, I wanna suck you off,â you clarify, doing your best to make your voice sound confident.
Mingyu groans, and then he pulls off of you. You whine at the loss of him, but he flips you onto all fours, pulling your ass into the air so he can push his cock into you again. You do your best to steady yourself on your hands, and the bed dips in front of you, signaling Wonwooâs arrival.
âHere,â Wonwooâs voice is soft, as soft as his touch when he pulls the blindfold off of you. âWanna see that pretty face when you choke around my cock.â
In the red light from the tiled wall mount, Wonwoo looks insane. Yeah, a little insane in the crazy way, but insanely sexy too.
Heâs taken his shirt off, and youâre shocked to find washboard abs that make you drool immediately. His curls are all flouncy and illuminated by the red, like a halo, or even devil horns. His jeans are undone, but he doesnât have his cock out yet, which you kind of appreciate.
Although you can see his length straining against the black denim, he didnât immediately stick his dick down your throat, heâs giving you time to adjust to the new position.
You blink up at him, and Wonwoo smiles, cupping your cheek. âYouâre doing so good, baby.â
âSo good,â Mingyu echoes, digging his fingers into your hips as he begins to fuck you like a mad man.
âSir,â you breathe.
âYes, baby?â
âCan I suck you off now?â
Wonwooâs grin widens. âGo for it.â
You realize heâs not going to help you take his cock out, not yet at least. Itâs difficult to hold yourself up with one hand while Mingyu fucks you, your free one reaching for his jeans. You hook your fingers in the fabric, trying to tug them down.
Part of you thinks Wonwoo likes watching you struggle. Heâs said heâd be nice, wouldnât degrade you, and heâs not, but this feels like itâs bordering on humiliation.Â
Here you are, getting fucked stupid, holding yourself up on one shaky hand while the other tugs desperately at his pants, trying to free his cock so you can have it sink down your throat-
âYouâre cute,â Wonwoo muses, finally giving in.
He pushes his pants down, his cock springing up against his abdomen.
Heâs long. Maybe not as long as Mingyu, and not as thick either, but that just means you might actually be able to take him fully into your mouth, unlike your boyfriendâs monster cock that you canât even fully suck halfway.
Even though Wonwoo isnât as big as Mingyu, heâs confident in himself, and that makes things all the more sexy.
He grabs the base of his length, holding the tip out for you.
Meeting his eyes, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.
Wonwoo taps himself along the wet muscle, then he teases the tip just past your lips- you go to wrap your mouth around him, only for him to pull back with a laugh. âEager, are you?â
You nod, âuh huh.â
He doesnât even tut at you for your lack of manners, after all, youâre still holding your mouth open for him, unwilling to close it if even for a few moments to say a âyes, sir.â
âI guess I can give it to you,â Wonwoo sighs. Although heâs trying to sound unbothered, you can tell from his leaky red tip that heâs just as turned on by this as you are. You can see through Wonwoo now, and you wonder how thatâs going to impact your opinion of him.
This man who likes to seem hard and domineering, who likes to appear nonchalant- you wonder what kind of thoughts are swimming in that pretty head of is.
Wonwoo slips his cock into your mouth, and you immediately begin to suck it, twirling your tongue along the tip. He pushes in another inch, testing your abilities. His eyes are fixed on yours, and you stare up at him, wanting to please.
Mingyu fucks you harder, prompting you forward onto Wonwooâs cock. You take more and more of him, doing your best to relax and focus on the pleasure Mingyu is giving you, rather than the uncomfortable feeling of a heavy dick on your tongue.
You enjoy giving oral, but youâve always found it easier to have some other stimulus to anchor yourself- Mingyuâs cock splitting you open is just the right amount of distraction. When Wonwoo hits the back of your throat, you hardly choke, too enraptured by Mingyu behind you to carefully about your gag reflex.
âFuck, thatâs good,â Wonwoo tells you, having watched for your limits and reactions.
He begins to thrust now, matching Mingyuâs motions. Itâs a push pull, and you kind of love being used like this, having two cock filling you up. Theyâre almost synchronized, and it turns you on that theyâve done this before, that theyâre familiar with each other.
You couldnât imagine a better pair to lose your threesome virginity to.
Wonwooâs hand grabs your hair, and you watch as he throws his head bad, letting out a groan.
Fuck, heâs so sexy- they both are. Mingyuâs grip on your hips is even tighter, and you know what that means.
âIâm close,â your boyfriend announces.
âWell I just started,â Wonwoo retorts. âHold it.â
Youâre shocked that Mingyu doesnât even fight back, his thrusts simply slow down a notch. Wonwoo, meanwhile, speeds up, and you do your best to hollow your cheeks around his cock, sucking on him like youâve never sucked on anyone before.
âYouâre good with your mouth, baby,â Wonwoo praises you.
âSheâs so good,â Mingyu agrees, reaching a hand around your body so he can rub your clit.
You jolt at the contact, pussy clenching desperately around Mingyuâs cock.
âFuck, Woo, weâre both close-â Mingyu groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot across your skin. Â
âI guess I can make this quick,â Wonwoo grunts, hips shuddering.
Mingyu draws fluid, lazy circles on your clit, speckling your shoulders with kisses while he ruts slowly into your core. You suck on Wonwoo diligently, like itâs your job- after all, it is your job to make him cum in order for you and Mingyu to get there too.
The pressure in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, youâre not sure how much longer you can hold off, especially with the sounds Mingyuâs making-
âYou two are so needy,â Wonwoo muses, letting out a small chuckle. âFuck.âÂ
âYou gotta let her cum,â Mingyu practically begs. âSheâs squeezing me like a fucking vice, dude- this is torture.â
Wonwooâs hips jolt at Mingyuâs words, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You feel your muscles constrict around both of them, and they both groan in response.
âYouâre too good at this,â Wonwoo tells you. âWhen I cum, you both get to cum.â
Itâs not an outward admittance that heâs close, but you can tell he is. His stomach muscles are clenching with effort as he uses your face, and the small groans of pleasure leaving him are higher in number now.
He fucks your face even faster, and Mingyu takes this as a cue to begin fucking you properly again. âCan you rub your clit, Angel?â he asks. âI need to grab your hips.â
You moan a sound of affirmation around Wonwoo, holding yourself up on one wobbly hand while the other slips between your legs.
âThatâs it,â Mingyu groans, straightening behind you and taking hold of your hips with both hands. His pace matches Wonwooâs now, and you can feel your orgasm so close-
You can almost taste it.
In fact, you can taste Wonwooâs, a strangled gasp escaping him as he cums down your throat suddenly.
âOur turn, Angel,â Mingyu moans, pace quickening to a speed that would almost be painful if it wasnât so pleasurable. Your fingers are rough on your own clit, and you do your best to swallow every drop of Wonwooâs spend.
When he pulls out of your mouth, you breathe in a strangled gasp- only for moans of pleasure to escape you uncensored.
âFuck, thatâs it, Angel, almost there, almost there-â Mingyu groans. âFuck, cum for me, cum for us- fuck, cum on my cock-â
His words throw you over the edge. You lean forward, resting your cheek against Wonwooâs thigh while your orgasm overtakes you. Waves of pleasure surge through your body, making you shake- Mingyuâs hands hold your hips steady, keeping you where he wants you while he fucks you through your high, coating your insides with his thick cum.
Youâre both moaning messes, completely given over to the ecstasy that you find in each other.
Your hand falls from between your legs, and soon, Mingyuâs motions stop. He keeps himself buried inside of you, trying to catch his breath.
âIâll get some tissue,â Wonwoo says. He pulls away from you, and you collapse face first onto the bed, shuddering from the aftershocks of your high.
Mingyuâs hands begin to stoke your body, a silent assurance that you did well for them.
Wonwoo comes back with tissues, and Mingyu pulls out. You bring the kleenex to your dripping hole, careful not to get any cum onto Wonwooâs bed-
Which is when you remember you squirted all over the comforter already.
You lay on your back, giggling to yourself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Wonwoo asks. Fingers go to pinch your nipple and you flinch, rolling away from him.
âI got squirt all over your bed,â you tell him.
âNaughty girl,â he says, but thereâs an inkling of pride in his tone.
âItâs okay,â Mingyu says, reaching to pull you off the bed. âIâm going to go clean her up, you can throw your stuff in the laundry, and we can stay in my room tonight.â
Youâre not sure why the idea of sleeping next to Wonwoo feels more intimate than the fact that he just came down your throat, but ten minutes later, when youâre snuggling between the two men, you find yourself almost unsure of how to act.
Mingyuâs already passed out, soft snores filling the room, and itâs Wonwoo who notices your unease as you shift under the sheets.
âRelax,â he tells you, his hands drawing you to his chest. âYouâre safe with us.â
For some reason, his words actually calm you down, and after a few more deep breaths, you pass out on the chest of the man youâd ghosted over half a year ago.
Epilogue
Itâs been two months since you and Mingyu invited Wonwoo into your bed. Two months of great sex, but itâs even deeper than that.
Mingyu is outwardly your boyfriend, and he loves showing his claim over you every chance he gets, but Wonwoo is still on the fence about where he fits in your relationship.Â
Youâre at the bar where Wonwoo works, itâs a place youâve been becoming more of a regular at. Mingyu is out with Cheol, but heâll be meeting you shortly. Right now, all there is to do is wait and try not to flirt with Wonwoo too hard while he mixes drinks.Â
Wonwoo is chatting with another regular, an old guy who keeps looking over at you. Finally, the man asks, âHow do you two know each other?â
You and Wonwoo exchange a look. You wait for him to define the relationship, after all, out of everyone in your odd little throuple, Wonwooâs the one who likes to go slowest when it comes to relationship milestones.
After a moment of consideration, Wonwoo responds, âSheâs a friend. Dating my roommate.â
âAh, okay,â the man nods.
It hurts for Wonwoo to not claim you the way you wish he would, but at the same time, you understand his hesitancy.Â
When youâd first started fucking Wonwoo, youâd thought he was a doberman to Mingyuâs golden retriever, but now, you think heâs more of a black cat. If you move too fast or too sudden, youâre afraid of scaring him off, and thatâs the last thing youâd want to do.
With a sigh, you lift your drink to your lips. You suppose having one boyfriend who claims you with all of his heart makes up for having another who is still unsure about what to call you.
But it doesnât mean things hurt any less.Â
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âIâm just gonna head outside with Cheol for a quick vape break,â Mingyu tells you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he exits the bar with his buddy.
You turn to Wonwoo, who is busy mixing some elaborate drink for a group of cougars a few seats down. Itâs a decent night here at his workplace, itâs summer now, so most evenings are good for him.
âIs this seat taken?â You turn to see the regular from a few months ago standing there, and youâre quick to offer him the chair, after all, you and Mingyu will be leaving soon anyways. âDonât I know you from somewhere?â the man asks.
You exchange a look with Wonwoo. âYeah, I uh⊠I met you a few months ago,â you try to explain, pointing at your bartender. âIâm this guyâs friend.â
âRight, dating his roommate, now I remember,â the man nods.
Wonwoo has stopped what heâs doing, and heâs staring at you.
Thereâs a hint of danger in his eyes, and youâre not quite sure why. Then he sets down his drink, coming around the bar, and grabbing your arm. âCome outside,â he instructs.Â
âWhat? Now?â you ask in shock, looking around at the bartop that's full of people who need drinks. âYouâre working!â
âI donât care. Come.â
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