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chlorinecake · 6 months ago

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— GYM BROS | 20th birthday special for @wonbinisbabygurl

⚡︎ PAIRINGS : fitness trainer!chaemin x gym rat!sungchan x subby!wonbin x desperate fem!reader

⚡︎ PLOT : in search for a hot body to match your plans for a hot girl summer, you seek out the council of your city’s most famous fitness trainer, Lee Chaemin… however, you never would’ve guessed that his intentions to get you in shape would turn out to be a team effort…

⚡ ︎WARNINGS : BIG DICK AGENDA, foursome, sungchan's kind of a perv in this, wonbin’s on the subby side, and chaemin's somewhat mean!dom coded, kissing, breath play, spanking/marking, dry humping, finger sucking, praise & degrading kink, oral (m. r) & fingering (f. r.), cum eating & breeding kink, ft. aespa’s ningning

⚡︎ WORD COUNT : 5.8k | co-written w/ the lovely @squoxle !

THERE HAD BEEN a time in your life where guys often threw themselves at you, gracing you with compliment after compliment in hopes that you’d spare them a prolonged glance… or perhaps, even a chance at hooking up with you somehow…

But then, your high school graduation happened, and coming up promptly on the adulthood menu, college applications and job searching.

Academia was simply something you weren’t interested in at the moment, so you took the work route, being employed at a 9-5 desk job until you got sick of that and terminated your contract before the summer.

Now, introducing your best friend Ningning Yizhou, someone you’ve known since high school yet only recently reconnected with within that past six months.

Your bond flourished as if time and personal journeys had never even separated you two, which is precisely why you found yourself where you were today:

Enjoying a sunny afternoon while walking arm-in-arm beside her, exploring the side shops of an outdoor strip mall from a distance…

The sunlight casted long shadows of the surrounding trees across the worn asphalt pathways trailing from the boutiques, the air meddling with scents of freshly cut grass, expensive perfumes, and tasty treats from the nearby food stands.

Back to Ningning though, the poor girl just wouldn’t stop raving about this new workout program she found online, excitedly informing you on all the details about this celebrity status fitness trainer who co-owned the company.

A strand of her long black hair danced in the wind as you both continued to stroll the area, her dainty sunglasses framing her round face as she nudged your shoulder slightly.

“Girl, you gotta try this with me,” she protested in between taking a sip of the fruit smoothie she held in her free grasp.

“Oh, come on ____,” Ningning whined this time, “how are we supposed to have a hot girl summer if we’re not looking like hot girls?!… The math is basic, to be honest…”

You let a soft sigh escape your lips as your gaze fell down towards the hoodie you wore, its fabric feeling heavier than usual, acting as a direct testament to your own lacking commitment to fitness.

“I’m just not too comfortable with the idea of wasting my money on some poor excuse for a fitness trainer,” you sulked, the sweet and icy nectar of your berry blast smoothie providing you with an extra layer of comfort beneath the blazing afternoon heat.

It had been far too long since you’d laced up your sneakers to exercise, your body looking a little too soft for your liking especially on top of the sedentary job you worked for months.

“Well, the lady who runs the program says that her trainers are licensed professionals,” Ningning continued passionately, despite the uninterested look on your face.

“Uh huh,” you nodded plainly, “and by that, you mean she hires people who wasted their money getting a license to help people do push ups, right?”

“Look, if we sign up now, we can get our first month free,” she stated, halting the pace of her steps to turn and face you directly this time, “so do you wanna do this with me or not?…”

The pressure was starting to kick in now, and although you had been trying to keep up your stubborn act for as long as you could, all of Ningning’s talk about sculpted abs, toned legs, and the perfect bubble butt was enough to spark even the smallest flicker of appeal within you.

It was a simple fact, really… like most women, you wanted to get in the best shape of your life this summer, possibly granting you a much needed injection of excitement into your otherwise mundane single life.

“Fine, I’ll join the stupid program,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically, a bright smile creeping across Ningning’s lips as she cheered for joy, exposing her cute round teeth.

“Yes! Hot girl summer, here we come!”

You let yourself giggle at your friends enthusiasm, her energetic aura always having a way of radiating onto you anyways…

And yes, you still felt a bit hesitant about venturing back into the gym after such a long hiatus, but with a little push, a little sweat, and a little confidence, you were ready to accept that maybe this whole workout thing was exactly what you both needed…

AFTER AGREEING TO enroll into the program, you decided to do a little research on your own back at home, and from what you could tell, the website looked fairly promising.

“Once I joined, I just couldn’t stop coming,” one review read, another following comment stating that they couldn’t remember the last time their bodies looked 'this great.'

And strangely enough, you found yourself convinced from that alone, jotting in your name, age, and other necessary credentials on the website's "SIGN UP" front page.

Wrapping a hoodie around your waist, you slipped into your fitness shoes, tossing your gym bag over your shoulder and making your way to your first fitness class.

Initially, you were under the impression that your trainer would be another girl by default, so you didn’t put too much effort into your appearance.

To be honest, your outfit was giving more of a “I just fell out of bed on a lazy sunday and decided to go for a jog” look rather than “Oh my God, this is my first workout class and I wanna make a good impression!”

Not like you cared all that stuff anyways, though... you were here to work up a sweat and get your dream body, not win a fashion competition.

Sprinkling a peach flavored electrolyte pack into your 40 ounce water bottle, you gave it a few shakes in your hand, watching closely as the powder dissolved before taking a sip and walking into the daunting building ahead of you—

“Alrighty, it looks like you’re all set, Miss ____. Your personal trainer will be waiting for you in the Private Training Room, code number 210B,” the older lady at the front desk smiled, straightening out the consumer information sheet you had just filled out and sliding it into the file drawer beside her.

“Ok, cool! And I'm sorry, but where do I go from here?”

“Just take that elevator to the second floor, hun. From there, you're gonna need to take a right, and room 10 should be right there!”

“Ok, thanks,” you nodded in a friendly voice before walking off, deciding within yourself that you'd take the stairwell instead of the elevator given the long line of people waiting there.

That's when the sound of humming treadmills, heavy metal clinks, and a mix of strained grunts hit your ears as you navigated around the second floor, taking a right turn just as the receptionist advised.

And there it was... Room 210B in all of its mysterious glory.

Your eyes wandered down to the soft natural light peeking from beneath the door, the handle twisting with a gentle creak as you walked in.

“Hi! You must be ____,” a deep male voice immediately greeted you. “I’ll be your fitness instructor and personal body trainer for the entirety of this program,” the man went on with a smile, extending his hand to shake yours, “My name is Lee Chaemin, but you can just call me Chae or Coach.”

What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself, struggling to properly return the handshake given the way your eyes ogled at him now.

He was criminally attractive, and you doubted wholeheartedly that you'd be able to function efficiently in his presence, let alone under his piercing gaze—

“V-very nice to meet you,” you somehow managed to choke out, making him quirk a brow at your flustered demeanor before going on to outline the criteria of your workout plan.

But your inner thoughts... God, they had gotten so loud that you could hardly even process a single word that escaped his lips, imagining within yourself how nice his hands would feel while wrapped around your neck...

At this point, you had completely missed the part where you were supposed to answer his question.

“Huh? I mean uh- Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you had any particular body goals in mind?” He repeated with a faint chuckle, eyes flattening out into pretty crescents as he tilted his head at you.

Shit, his smile is absolutely perfect—

“Hmm... I mainly just wanna tone up and lose some body fat, y’know?”

“Yea, of course... in that case, we’ll start you out with some basics so I can get an idea of your current strength... then, we can work our way up from there,” he said, just as he made his way over to the wall and grabbed two yoga mats.

“I’ll demonstrate the poses and you can just cop me. Don’t worry if it feels a little awkward at first, I’ll guide you into position if you need,” he smiled again, laying down the mats for you two.

You joined him on the ground now, eyes following the movements of his body as twisted into various different stretches before finally coming to one that nearly knocked you off your feet.

“Oh, hold on! I gotchya,” he huffed, grabbing hold of your waist as you bent over with your legs spread apart. Even though you knew he wasn’t doing anything intentionally, you couldn’t help but internally melt at the feeling of him standing behind you like this...

Eventually though, your stretching period was finished, following up with a few simple pilate-like exercises and a mile run on the treadmill right after.

Fairly easy enough for my first day, you thought to yourself again, noting that if there was anything you learned today, it was that this Chae guy or whatever the hell he wanted you to call him, was sickeningly sexy, or in other words, just the extra vessel of visual motivation you needed to keep going on this journey...

BY THE END of the first week, you had changed up your wardrobe completely, not wanting any extra fabric to get in the way of you copping a feel here and there.

Besides, wearing a tight pair of yoga leggings with a mini crop top was much better suited for your hot girl aesthetic versus your usual hoodie and baggy gym pants.

As expected though, the next few classes became progressively more challenging... similarly to the rock hard bulge resting behind Chaemin's pants.

You were already seeing some promising results, too, despite how it had only been a few weeks since you first started... Ningning was in a more dance-focused class than yours, but her results were just as amazing, making this little hot girl duo between you two really worth the effort.

Unfortunately though, your free trial was coming to an end soon, so with the last few hours you got to spend with Chaemin every week, you hoped there'd be a chance for you to get a little something more out of him.

“See ya after class, babes,” Ningning waved with her typically warm and optimistic energy, making you flash her an equally friendly smile as you waved her off in the same manner, walking off into Private Training Room.

“Today’s gonna be a little different,” your trainer started to speak as soon as you opened the door.

“Different how?” You asked, sliding your gym bag from over your shoulder and placing it on the carrier shelves beside you.

“Well,” he continued in between clearing his throat, “one of my friend’s will be joining us in the room today, if you don't mind... He’s a personal trainer, too.”

Your eyes widened slightly as his words as a neutral pout overcame your features. “Oh, well yea, I don't have a problem with that,” you reassured him, making Chaemin flash you a thankful smile as you got started on laying down the yoga mats, just as Chaemin reached in his gym shorts pocket to pull out his phone.

“Perfect... I'll get started with you in a bit, though... I'm just texting him to verify how much longer it's gonna be before he gets here–”

“Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long,” a new voice called out from beside you as the room door slung open, the sound of layered footsteps hitting your ears as the newcomer invited himself into the space, cutting Chaemin off mid-sentence.

“Oh- Hey, Chan! I was just about to text you,” Chaemin let himself chuckle slightly before dapping up his friend.

“____, this is Sungchan, the trainer I was telling you about earlier...”

“Nice to meet you, ____,” Sungchan nodded with a gentle smile, a feeling of butterflies rushing through your lower stomach aa you found yourself having to look up to meet his face.

That's when the source of the second pair of footsteps became clear to you, just as a slightly shorter but equally as attractive guy joined the space.

“Wonbin,” the third boy introduced himself plainly, voice a bit feathery as he nervously shook your hand.

“Don’t worry. We shouldn’t bother y’all too much. Me and Won are gonna be training over here, but if you need anything just let me know, okay?” Sungchan went on, looking directly into your eyes, practically knocking you off your feet.

“Cool! Me and ____ are gonna get started over here, then,” Chaemin clapped as you started your first round of cardio, which today turned out to be a 10 minute jump roping circuit to help warm you up.

Chaemin kept track of the time as usual in between barking out a few words of encouragement, even though you could definitely tell another set of eyes were on you...

Glancing in one of the mirrors, you caught onto to the way Sungchan shamelessly stared at your body as you jumped up and down, a small smirk staining his features as the sheen of sweat decorated you slightly exposed chest now.

He was supposed to be spotting Wonbin at the bench press, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you for the life of him, almost in disbelief at the way you clearly started to put on a little show for him, letting your breath come out in high-pitched pants as you continued jumping.

“Nice work, ____,” Chaemin exclaimed as your timer went off, right before he suggested that you work on a bit of strength training for the next 30 minutes.

“I think I need a little more time to calm down before I hit the weights, Coach,” you huffed out tiredly, explaining to him that it'd be better if you just worked on something a little less strenuous for the time being...

Glutes.

Of course, Chaemin wasn't going to make you overwork yourself, especially since you claimed to be feeling a bit more spent than usual...

By now, you had fully memorized the glute routine he made you do twice every week, including a rep of squat variations, lunges, bridge lifts, and fire hydrants.

Chaemin usually stood behind you whenever you did squats, guiding your waist with the lightest touch he could to make sure your form was on point.

This time though, you noticed that he wasn't even within three-feet of your presence, having his backed turned to you as you pushed out your first set of sumo squats, watching him walk even further away in the mirror ahead of you.

“Hey, where're you headed?” You asked through slightly labored breaths, still counting in the back of your mind how many squats you had done so far...

“Oh, I just gotta take care of something really quick... Sungchan'll be here if you need him for anything.”

“Alright then,” you nodded, feeling that familiar burning sensation course through your hips, “take your time!”

“Thanks,” he replied, walking over to where Sungchan stood near Wonbin and exchanging a few words with him that you couldn't make out through all of Wonbin's grunting, leaving to room shortly after.

Twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty, you lazily counted out each squat in your head, letting yourself take a few conscious breaths just as Sungchan made his way over to you now.

“Looks like it’s gonna be just you and me then, huh?” he began with a smirk, scanning your body with his eyes.

“Well... not exactly,” you returned quietly, peeking over his shoulder to find Wonbin adjusting a pair of headphones over his head.

“He's not one to bother people, trust me... It’ll be like he’s not even here,” Sungchan reassured you, just as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair and walked closer towards you, “Now... I say we freestyle a bit and try out a few exercises you've probably never done before, yeah?”

The word 'intrigued' didn’t even begin to describe the way you felt right now... the look on his face was so mysterious yet so telling at the same time... you could hardly make any sense of his behavior, but you had a pretty good feeling his mind was on the same thing as your own wandering one:

A quick fuck sometime with no strings-attached.

His heads rested at your shoulders now as he positioned himself behind you. “Let’s start with a stretch first since you just finished a pretty intense cardio set,” he suggested with a slight rasp to his voice, a familiar and alluring feeling washing over you as he spread your legs apart with a strong hand.

“This will help stretch out your hip flexors,” he continued, keeping his touch secured around your inner thighs. “Just get down as low as you can for me, 'kay? You can stop if anything starts to hurt...”

You couldn't help but blush a bit at his choice of words, following his instructions carefully as you squatted down as far as you could, poking your hips out a bit before coming back up to a standing position.

“So,” his still voice sounded from behind you, “you enjoying this little program so far?”

“Yeah, actually... I had low expectations in the beginning, but it's turning out to be a really good thing for me,” you answered while peddling your feet, hands glued to the floor.

“Oh, cool! That's always good to hear... What do you think about Chaemin, though?”

“What about him?” You returned with a bit of confusion to your tone.

“Well... I'm just curious to know if he’s been a little… touchy with you,” Sungchan hummed as you laid on your back, forcing your legs apart gently with his hands as your breath hitched slightly.

“I uh…well... not really,” you exhaled through your nose, feeling the sudden pull in your muscles.

“Oh?... I would’ve expected something different from him,” Sungchan shrugged while pushing his weight into your thighs even more... the position was already a bit erotic in itself, but it really didnt help now that his bulge had grazed up against the growing wetness behind your yoga pants, making your stomach tighten with need.

And it was written all over his adorably mischievous face, too... how much he enjoyed stretching you out passed your limits—

“Ngh!” You winced through furrowed brows, slightly turning your head to the side with your hands framing your head on the yoga mat.

He chuckled softly, letting his eyes wander from the sight of your puffy pussy poking through your leggings before making eye contact with you suddenly. “Sorry about that... Let’s work on a different position...”

You shook the tightness out of your legs before standing to your feet, letting Sungchan guide your body into a downward dog position, leaving your ass high up in the air and your legs spread wide open to the point where almost nothing was left to the imagination now...

You're not sure why, but every single thing this guy said or did in this moment was turning you on... from his voice, his body, and even to his scent, Sungchan had you fully enthralled by him in just a matter of minutes—

“So,” he started again, “how long have you been training with Chae for?”

“Just a few weeks,” you huffed back, voice a bit tight given the stretch you felt in your spine.

“Really? That’s impressive,” Sungchan exclaimed from behind you, eyes obviously falling to the view of your cleavage in the mirror ahead before flickering back up, “your physique already looks so amazing, ____.”

“Please,” you scoffed, a warm feeling erupting in your stomach given how close he was to you, “but I appreciate the compliment, Channie… your friend Chaemin’s a pretty good coach, y'know…”

“Yea, that might be true, but,” Sungchan’s voice trailed off in the same manner that his hands trailed from your thighs, applying pressure to your lower back as he forced you abdomen closer to the ground, “he can be a little mean with his clients, if you ask me…”

In all honesty, you didn't fully understand why Sungchan kept bringing up Chaemin, but you couldn't say you disagreed with his opinions about him...

Chaemin did have his moments where he was a little tough on you, but the horny slut inside you didn't mind his dominance, anyways...

“Agreed,” you sighed, letting your muscles relax into the position, “but if he’s so mean and what not... what does that make you?”

“A well-balanced personal trainer,” Sungchan replied with pride almost instantly, “considering that Chae often forgets to include the ‘personal’ aspect when it comes to fitness… he’s more—”

“Physical... like you said,” you budded in for him, making Sungchan chuckle, “and you’re personal… gotchya…”

“But what’s your preference?” He asked, voice falling a little closer to your ear as he forced his palm into your back even further, the curve of your ass sitting right at his front.

You knew there was more to Sungchan's question than what met the surface…

Briefly reasoning within yourself, you moved from the stretching position, turning to face Sungchan as you leaned towards him.

“I suppose I’m open to both,” you whispered seductively, resting your hand just inches away from the mound between his legs.

His breath got caught in his chest now as your hand started to tread even closer to his center, moving upwards until you suddenly stopped, looking back into his eyes. “Think you can meet both those needs for me… Channie?” You went on in a voice soft as silk yet as seductive as a siren, batting your eyelashes at him as he licked his lips slightly.

“How about this... I’ll offer you a free trial before we make anything official,” Sungchan whispered, trying to keep his lingo as indirectly suggestive as possible, “but it’s only a limited time offer…”

His voice faded away, just as the eye contact he held with you wandered off to the wall bench just a few feet from you both on the stretching mat.

And before you could even turn to meet his face again, he was already standing up, flashing you a knowing expression as he walked to the bench, taking a seat and shamelessly manspreading right before your eyes.

He reached for his water bottle sitting on the ground, raising the liquid to his lips and taking a few gulps, your eyes watching the line of veins trailing up his sculpted neck and shoulders as you simply accepted that fact that you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore…

Not while this horny, of course...

Besides, if there’s anything a hot girl did best it was hot girl shit, annd you’d be a fool to let Sungchan sit there and do nothing about the boner obviously growing behind his gym pants.

Limited time offer, huh? You thought to yourself before standing up from the mat, zipping down your workout top a bit to let your tits breathe.

Well it’s a good day to be impatient…

You climbed onto Sungchan's lap, wrapping your thighs around him as you felt him pressing into your core, a feeling that excited you more than you cared to admit.

"Oh so we're doing this now?" The tall boy asked, smiling as you got comfortable on top of him.

"As if this wasn't the goal since you set your eyes on me," you smirked, leaning in to kiss his plump lips.

Sungchan hummed within the contact, letting his eyes flutter shut before speaking...

"You just look so fucking hot in these yoga pants," he mumbled with your lower lip snug between his teeth before lightly pulling away "can’t wait to get ‘em off you..." he continued raspily, gripping at your hips before kneeding the flesh there in his hands.

In the midst of all this, Wonbin was completely oblivious to what you and Chan were up to, too focused on pushing out his final reps of bench presses, silver headphones secured tightly around his sweat-drenched mane as a certain tune blasted in his ears.

That’s when he caught onto the faint sounds bleeding beyond the audio from his headset, plain curiosity getting the best of him as he hooked the barbell back to its power rack, ending his set to get a peek at his surroundings.

He took off his headphones and sat them neatly on the equipment, giving his damp hair a slight shake before turning his head to the noise behind him, only to find a breathless you situated in Sungchan’s lap.

The eldest flashed Wonbin a look with the most shit-eating grin plastered across his deer-like features as your tongues intertwined sloppily, even though Wonbin’s attention had clearly darted toward your ass by now, both enticed by and shocked at the way you grinded against his friend’s lap so shamelessly.

You soon noticed the way Sungchan’s face wandered from yours slightly, provoking you to turn for yourself to see exactly what had caught his attention.

And there he was, an utterly flabbergasted Wonbin meeting your eyes with his own hesitant ones, an even more evident bulge resting behind his gym shorts now as blood rushed to the tip of his cock, getting harder and harder with every breath he took.

Sungchan returned his lips to your neck now, nibbling at the skin there while still keeping a grip on your tight ass, "Don't think I can wait much longer baby..." he groans against you, almost as if the taste of you alone was making him hungrier for any sort of stimuli.

"What are you waiting for then, big boy?... it's not like anyone here has a problem with us... isn't that right, Binnie?" You pressed, biting your lip while looking the reluctant boy up and down.

But Wonbin remained quiet, only giving you a shyly desperate look as his lips part slightly, making way for his tongue to run over his lips greedily.

He felt like he had never contemplated something so hard in his entire life while in this moment.

"C’mon, don’t be shy… you can join us if you like..." you continued, flashing Wonbin your signature blowjob eyes as Sungchan obviously began to appear a bit thrown off by the boldness of your offer towards his friend, making his plush lips cease from marking you for a moment despite his initial playfulness…

Still, and oddly enough, Wonbin’s nervous demeanor had a way of exciting Sungchan even more, especially with how dirty you and him were getting during what was intended to be your training period.

"Get over here, Won... she doesn't bite as much as I do..." Sungchan mustered encouragingly, even though Wonbin’s feet were already moving towards you two at the wall bench.

He sat down next to you both, watching dumbly as you suddenly stopped grinding against Sungchan’s lap.

"W-...what do I do?" He asked timidly, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap as you simply smiled back at the gorgeous men before you.

"Pull your pants down," you said bluntly, "both of you..."

And with that command, it didn't take long for Wonbin to start working with the waist tie of his shorts, pulling at the strings and sliding the fabric past his hips.

And once you climbed off of Sungchan’s lap, he proceeded to do the same, hooking his thumbs at the hem of his pants before shimmying them down like you asked.

You got on your knees between them, exchanging one more look of consent before taking their sensitive members in your hands, alternating between either stroking them or letting their dicks take turns basking in the warmth of your skilled mouth.

The sounds of their pleased grunts and hums layering over each other was more than enough to get your pussy dripping with need.

You admired the feeling of Wonbin’s long and pretty cock gliding down your throat while also savoring the girth of Sungchan’s throbbing dick as you pumped him in your fist at the same time.

The eldest of the two had his mouth hung open, head thrown back against the wall as his hips lifted into your hand, desperate for more friction than what was already being offered…

And on the other hand, Wonbin tried to keep his lip bitten firmly between his teeth as an attempt to hold in his moans, only to fail miserably once you licked around a certain spot along his shaft... his sweet spot…

"Oh, you like that baby?" You asked rhetorically, watching as his chest began to heave with each stroke of your tongue against his log of nerves, his lustful eyes wandering to the sight behind you as another person invited themselves to witness the filthy scene ahead.

It was none other than Coach Chaemin, who judging from the outside, appeared as though he practically expected this to happen… finding a horny you slutting it out with his close mates in the private training room at the first opportunity you got...

Still, he wasn't gonna let you get away that easily without first inserting himself into the fun... and I mean that quite literally, here.

Chaemin kneeled himself behind you, tugging down your yoga pants and landing a hard smack to the curve of your ass, snickering at the fact that you didn't even have panties on.

And it all happened so fast that you didn't even have a chance to react properly before his thick fingers were lodged inside you, curling against the spongy spot that never failed to make your back arch.

"F-fuckkk," you mewled erotically, turning your head back to find your trainer fucking his digits into your heat, this more openly dirty side of him finally coming out to play...

"Turn back around," he ordered, just as Sungchan already helped himself to guiding your chin back to face him, shoving your lips over his cock and hitting the back of your moist den with his tip.

His veins were even more pronounced now as intense pleasure coursed through every cell in his 6-foot-something body, gently smacking his cock through the side of your cheek to tease you.

"Shhh," he cooed facetiously as your teary eyes met his taunting ones, the mascara you put on earlier bleeding at the corner of your eyes as your grip around Wonbin's cock tightened with your growing urge to gag.

Sungchan went on, almost chuckling now as he slowly pushed your head further down his length, whispering within the mere air separating you two, "You like choking around my dick, huh pretty girl? Like it when I stuff your mouth so full with my cock that you can’t even think straight, don’t you?”

All you could do was dumbly nod around him, eventually gasping out loud once he finally released your head from his hold, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

But at this point, Wonbin was already spilling his load over your freshly manicured fingers, a reddish hue rushing to his cheeks out of embarrassment of how fast he came.

He stuttered out your name in between his hiccupy moans, Chaemin’s narrowed eyes catching sight of the sticky situation, just as he landed a wet smack against your ass again with the same hand he just fingered you with.

"Lick it up, babyface… or else my fingers are all you're getting from here..." Chaemin ordered in a deep and almost threatening tone, making you clench your pussy around nothing as he slid his hand beneath your workout top, smacking your tits as a means to encourage you.

And already being too desperate for the lost feeling of his fingers inside you, you leaned over Wonbin’s lap almost immediately, clinging to his toned thighs as you lapped at the pearly release, making his abs clench at the returned stimulation.

"So fucking hot," Sungchan mumbled, fisting himself at an aggressive pace as you kept catching Wonbin’s cum on your extended tongue, keeping eye contact with him the entire time as he groaned out his high, gently caressing the side of your face.

“You’re unreal, ____,” the long haired boy hummed, almost feeling lovesick at the way you kept licking at him.

Being so distracted in the way Wonbin gazed at you in this strangely intimate moment, you didn’t even realize that Chaemin had already slipped his shorts down, letting a bit of spit dribble from his tongue to help coat his length before sliding it into you.

The stretch genuinely caught you off guard, a shaky whimper slipping past your lips as you covered your mouth, trying to hold in your cries.

“Aww, too big for you, sweetie?” Chaemin taunted, watching the way your pussy practically struggled to take all of him, but he didn’t care, knowing that it’d only be a matter of time before you started begging for more.

“I can be gentle if you want me too… is that what you want?” He went on, landing another smack to your tits as he leaned closer to your ear, nibbling at the flesh there.

You couldn’t even attempt to get a word out once you felt his length slide further into you, amazed in your own mind that the stretch you felt earlier was only from half of his cock.

“Didn’t think so,” Chaemin smirked, his dick twitching at the tightness your hole provided before moving away from your ear, grabbing hold of your hips again as he slowly started to move inside you.

“Move your hand, angel,” Sungchan mumbled again, desperate to hear any more sounds from you to help him reach his high. “Need to come so fucking bad, baby… open your mouth for me,” he groaned, letting you take his tip in your mouth as your sealed your lips around him, only to break away suddenly as Chaemin thrusted roughly into you this time, grunting at the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re pussy’s perfect… so tight,” he said with a rasp voice, struggling to stop himself from fucking you any faster than your tightness could take, “afraid I might split you open if I keep going, princess…”

All you could do was whine pathetically as Chaemin kept thrusting into you from behind, a burning sensation mixing with the growing pleasure from his length stretching you out.

“F-fuckk- Shit!” Sungchan groaned desperately, jerking his cock to the point where his seed ended up making a much bigger mess than intended, spurts of his cum getting everywhere but in your eyes at this point.

Your hands still rested at Wonbin and Sungchan’s thighs, and although Wonbin seemed a bit relaxed now, he was simply waiting for his next chance to get off, Sungchan slowly relieving his cock from the relentless strokes of his own hand before leaning down to kiss you, moaning at the taste of himself in your mouth mixing with your saliva.

Wonbin watched closely as his friend's tongue ran up against yours in the messy contact, the sight doing nothing but making the poor boy stiff all over again.

“Hey… wanna take a turn?” Chaemin asked Wonbin through a breathless voice, his question almost getting lost between the series of whines spilling from your mouth, Sungchan’s hand holding your face in place as he looked into your eyes, whispering dirty nothings against your lips as you took Chaemin from the back.

“Fuck, please,” you cried out for reasons you didn’t understand, face a mess of streaky makeup as you laved at Sungchan’s thumb in your mouth.

“It’s okay, baby… we’re taking good care of you, see?” Sungchan smiled, just as the feeling of fullness left your core as Chaemin slipped out, moving over for Wonbin to take his place.

“Gonna make you feel so much better,” Wonbin said from behind you, lining up his tip with your gaping entrance before fully sliding in, much easier than Chaemin did.

While Wonbin’s fucking you from the back, Chaemin swaps places with Sungchan on the wall bench, tapping your lips with his slimy cock with a smirk on his face, all before sliding himself in and fucking the daylights out of your throat.

And your eyes were practically popping outta your head at this point given how rough he was being… you couldn't help yourself but to scratch at his thighs like a helpless kitten, making Chaemin wince as you marked his honey-colored skin with thin, red lines.

Meanwhile, Wonbin was still getting busy behind you, his hips grinding against you at a slow pace, clearly contrasting between Chaemin’s more aggressive sexual nature.

And it was only a matter of time before Sungchan joined Wonbin where he was on the ground, discarding himself from his pants completely now as he held his cock in one hand and stroking over the curve of your ass with the other, utterly mesmerized by your feminine figure.

“C’mon, Wonbin, you can fuck her harder than that, huh?” Sungchan huffed sarcastically, jerking his cock once again with his fist at the sight of your hole gushing with arousal, your fluids creating the most heavenly sheen around Wonbin’s length as he took heed to his friend’s words, fucking into you faster and deeper despite how much it overstimulated him.

“Yeah… that’s it… keep fucking her just like that- mmm, fuck yeah,” Sungchan groaned, sliding his hands between your legs and letting his fingers find your heat, slapping a bit at your pussy lips before circling your throbbing clit.

You felt like you were going completely dumb now given all the sensations you were experiencing, Wonbin’s tip working wonders in your cunt as he hit all the best parts inside you, his own eyes becoming watery now as he felt himself approaching his high again, mumbling tiny words of praise from behind you.

But Chaemin… oh God, he was a complete menace in this moment, calling you his good little cum slut as he continued fucking your face full of his shaft, your jaw going slack as you cried dumbly around his veiny cock.

That’s when you felt a burst of warmth enter you from both ends, Chaemin’s seed coating the back of your throat as Wonbin collapsed over your back, stilling his thrusts as he spilled his release all over your walls, heavy grunts coming from both of them now that they’d reached their highs.

“Awww, fuck,” Sungchan moaned this time, feeling himself draw closer and closer to the point of no return as Wonbin backed away from you, knowing that Sungchan had every intention of getting to stuff your pussy with his length just like the others did.

That's when you felt Sungchan grab your waist from behind, right before pushing his dick into you.

You couldn’t help but whine as you felt him stretch you open, gasping at the feeling of his hand wrapping around your throat, still feeling a bit sore from Chae's ministrations earlier.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth, kissing you sloppily as cum and saliva dripped down the sides of your lips, trailing down your neck as he humped into you hard and fast, causing your breasts to bounce freely from the force.

And seeing this only drew Chaemin's attraction to the perky flesh of your best as he found himself sucking on one of your tits, grazing his teeth over your skin.

“Get over here, Wonnie,” Sungchan grunted, watching as his friend sat tiredly by himself... “There’s a pretty tit for you, too,” he chuckled before smacking your ass, making you yelp at the stinging sensations traveling all the way up to your face.

“She’s still not making enough noise for me,” Chaemin huffed before jamming two of his fingers into your mouth, causing your eyes to tear up even more.

“Scream for me, slut,” he grinned while he roughly stimulated your clit with his free hand, Wonbin's tongue never ceasing in sucking at your nipples, moaning at the taste.

At this point, you struggled to keep your balance, feeling your body begin to shake uncontrollably as Sungchan held your body tighter, hips still drilling into you at a relentless pace.

“Feels so fucking good inside you, baby,” Sungchan sucked through his teeth, a bit of saliva filling his mouth as the pattern of his thrusts slowed down, his hips ripping away from your heat as you fell into the two other boy's before you, your body fucked completely dumb now.

There was so much cum inside you at this point that you're sure it'd probably be leaking out of you for weeks after this...

You felt Sungchan’s dick slide out as he rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing the skin there before sighing against your neck and saying, “That was pretty fun, huh, pretty?”

You couldn’t really get a word out in this moment, and he caught onto it, talking for you instead of trying to get any words out of you…

“We should do something like this again, y’know?…I’m sure Wonbin would like it too,” he went on with a chuckle as Wonbin’s cheeks flushed red, running a bashful hand through his bangs down as he worked on fixing his shorts back.

“This’ll only last for another week before your free trial expires,” Chaemin began with a hoarse voice while keeping his eyes trained on you as he pulled up his shorts, too.

“Well, that’s only unless she doesn’t come back for more,” Sungchan pitched in, lifting his weight from your body and helping you guide your yoga pants back over your hips.

Although you are were currently unsure as to whether or not you would proceed with paying for the full program after such an unexpected encounter, you couldn't deny that being tossed around by three hot guys had your head spinning in the best way possible…

And as the four of you stood all sweaty and sticky in a circle, still trying to catch your shaky breaths as the fitness session neared its end, the idea of your average workout sessions with Chaemin seems much less appealing than the full-body workout you experienced today.

⚡︎ AUTHOR'S NOTE | My sister and I definitely got a little carried away with the plot this time, but hopefully someone out there enjoyed reading the hot mess of a story as much as we did when writing it for our dear mutual... And once again, Happy belated Birthday @wonbinisbabygurl !!! Cheers to another year of your beautiful life <3

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corollaservant · 9 months ago

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Retail Therapy // Dabi x f!reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Synopsis: Working as a sales assistant in a high end sneaker shop is boring. But you're about to be taught otherwise.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (idk about this one), degradation, humiliation, illegal recording, mentions of crimes, ableist remarks (not from reader), harassment, dumbification

A/N: kinda thought of the LoV as streamers (but not like gamers). thx anon in spam blog for encouraging this dumb idea, idk what this says about us:)

Another boring day at work. But honestly, what were you expecting?

You didn’t know anyone who had fun working in retail. Not that this would be your job forever, as you planned on quitting and you know... try something else. Dropping out of college may have not been a smart move but you were confident that you’d find your path, somewhere, sometime. The store was never busy, the pricing and interior design repelling most passers-by and only attracting a couple influencer kids (you often laughed at the term) and their rich parents or a few unknown athletes in an effort to buy designer and make a better name for themselves. High end clients never showed up in person, they had no reason to, no one shopped at boutiques anymore—all the more sneaker ones.

You would often kill time by watching stuff online (who didn’t), looking at the latest socialite news in various media outlets, the world was going downhill, you thought, as you absentmindedly sipped from your water bottle. Articles wrote about villains, social pariahs, as they’d branded them, parading power by killing innocent civilians ‘for the fun of it’.

Two shadows at the door caused you to look up. Customers? No way. Your heart stopped for a second as both walked through the door. Was this some kind of a twisted game of fate? Who didn’t fucking know them, Dabi and his subordinate, the man he had on a leash, even though he was the supposed boss, Shigaraki Tomura. What the fuck where they doing here?

The taller man, which you knew as Dabi, wore a dark blue jacket with the collars ripped while his patched purple skin stood out. Surgically attached staples (or where these piercings?) moved when he smiled. Despite the menacing appearance, you had to admit he looked quite... elegant? His shorter companion didn't fail to catch your eye either, a hood pulled low over his face and wearing a miserably plain outfit. Under other circumstances, you’d throw guys like them out the store—this wasn’t some charity but you quickly reconsidered, once you remembered their recent streaming. Shigaraki filmed Dabi burning up a whole forest just to kill some time as they laughed. Cool, yeah. Problem was they had accidentally murdered some poor people on a picnic, who they’d later find and film, joking about how ‘today was not the day for a picnic, guys’. The two villains would livestream the whole thing on various platforms, other times they’d upload it later on a channel, where perverse comments encouraged and gave them both views. They obviously had a clear immoral viewpoint on heroes (they despised the filth society had created on false pretense) and never failed to shout it even louder.

‘’Hello, sweetheart.’’ Dabi greeted you, approaching the register. His loyal dog followed close, hands in his pockets and a sly smile.

‘’Me and my...friend would like to check out a few shoes today, we’re feeling generous.’’ The friend didn't sound very friendly.

You regained composure and whispered a ‘’y-yes, sure!’’ as they looked at you. Dabi's eyes diverted to your work uniform, a blazer with exposed bust and a tight pencil skirt (yeah yeah, you knew this was a high end sneaker store but rules were rules and you had to attract the filthy rich somehow...manager's words, not yours)

‘’W-what would you guys like to see?’’ You stammered, their proximity not helping.

‘’Sweetie got a speech impediment?’’ Shigaraki asked no one in particular before Dabi interrupted.

‘’Don’t listen to this asshole, he isn’t getting any so he’s always pissed off.’’ The first scowled but remained silent.

Dabi seemed... kind? You thought as you looked at him and shyly moved to the display shelves.

‘’S–so, could you guys tell me what you’re looking for exactly?’’ You couldn’t believe these two had to come to your place for fucking shoes—somehow the thought of villains having to buy clothes had never really crossed your mind.

‘’We don’t fucking care, sweetheart.’’ Dabi said looking directly at your chest, eyeing your tits. Such a pervert, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

The whole time Shigaraki was on his phone, which he held in a bizzare way, it was known his quirk involved his hands but you never bothered to care, both these guys were murderous and you possessed no ‘quirk’ whatsoever so it really wouldn’t matter if it came down to physical altercations.

‘’We have t–these ones..’’ You lifted your arm up to show Dabi a new pair you got in last week as his eyes travelled to your bent ass, skirt accentuating the curves even more, as he smirked to himself.

‘’T–they collaborated two brands for this.’’ You murmured, not sure he heard you. His presence made you anxious, you knew what he was capable of and definitely wanted to live another day.

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Dabi said. ‘’How much do these cost? They’re fucking ugly.’’

You opened your mouth to retort but settled with a ‘’T–two grand.’’ It came off unsure and hesitant.

‘’These are dead. Two grand for these abominations? Hey Shiggy, come look!’’ He told the man who had been too consumed with his phone to listen to the conversation.

‘’Look at that shit man, can you believe trash heroes buy that for two grand?’’ He questioned as the latter lifted his gaze.

‘’Yeah I really don’t give a fuck, buy your shit and go, I have content to upload.’’

‘’Please excuse him, baby, he’s just a weirdo who gets off on livestreaming the people he decays, don’t worry we won’t take long.’’

Decaying? Livestreams? And why did he call you baby? These guys had to be joking, they were openly talking about murdering people for fun and you suddenly felt sick, your stomach with its contents turned over.

You had been silent, looking at them in horror, while Dabi broke the silence.

‘’Awwh, c’mon now, I’ll be nice. I think I might like these.’’ He said and pointed to a pair of black plain sneakers, they’d suit him, you thought despite the predicament.

You must’ve not reacted at all so he spoke again.

‘’Are you slow, sweetheart? I said I want to try these on, in 15.’’ The tone made you immediately snap out of your thoughts and take a step back—he felt too close through your peripherals.

‘’L–let me check in the b-back for you guys..’’ You apologized, you couldn’t even turn around but somehow got to the storage room. Fuck, of course he had to be wearing one of the largest freaking sizes, your store never brought these as no one ever bought them, what was he, a fucking giant? You were frantically searching through storage drawers and anything scattered you could find across the room but without success, the pair was sold out (was a basic choice) and the sizing available was 13 and below. Shit, you cursed, as you were about to exit, when you saw two figures at the door startling you.

‘’What’s taking you so long? Lost in the hallway?’’ Dabi mocks, as Shigaraki snorts.

‘’I- I– couldn’t f-find the ones you’re looking for.’’ You avert your eyes and Dabi’s smirk wavers.

‘’What does that mean, baby?’’ He furrows his brows. ‘’You should be grateful I even chose this shitty store in the first place. It’s not enough you charge poor customers two grand for shoes I can find in the dumpster, now you’re telling me you don’t have the one pair I actually liked?’’ He raises his tone as he has you practically pinned against the door. You could’ve sworn the other guy's laughing but the room’s spinning and you try to take a deep breath.

‘’I- i’m sorry, guys, p-please let me try to find s-something else- for you, I–’’

‘’No, I think you can just shut the fuck up now. I don’t want excuses from that pretty mouth of yours.’’ His words hurt as you try blinking your tears away—it used to help but not when they’re flooding your eyes like a stream anyway. You feel like this could actually be your end and matter of fact, anyone would know soon enough, as you’d probably also get livestreamed while they’re at it.

‘’Soo.. let me get this straight, you can’t find a proper excuse, you don’t have my shoes, you make me and Tomura wait while you're blabbering some bullshit and you scam stupid cunts for money. Does your boss know he’s hired the dumbest whore on the planet or do you fuck him to keep your job? And for a shitty job like this? You reaally gotta be desperate.’’ He finishes and now the tears are well formed and fall from your eyes, as you sob—you literally sob, ashamed and hurt, these men didn't even know you and here they were throwing words around because of a pair of fucking shoes, you feel useless and embarrassed, as you choke out some ‘I'm sorry’s.

None of them seem to care about your tears or your stuffed nose, snots falling down your chest and staining the work blazer and Dabi continues in an amused tone.

‘’Stop crying, it's pathetic. Be of use instead, will you?’’ He sighs and looks at Shigaraki, who had been watching his phone intently the whole time.

‘’Tomura, how do you think bitches like her pay when they can’t satisfy my needs?’’ He asks the man, who contemplates for a second, kind of clueless and annoyed, interrupted from the live streaming of the rest of the LoV.

‘’Ugh.. I don't know, kill her? Listen man, we don’t have much time, we have to go meet the rest, so whatever it is, make it quick. I want to show my face in Toga’s stream, she has too many hot bitches watching.’’

This man is out of his mind.

‘’Shiggy, you fucking incel, it’s not like you’re going to fuck any of them, so how about you put your scrambled, decayed brain to good use?’’ Dabi responds, all while you’re looking at the exchange horrified, where is this going?

‘’Well...since apparently I’m the smart one here, I’ll tell you both how this is gonna end up.’’ Dabi exhales, he sounds bored but his eyes gleam, he seems amused. ‘’You can’t offer me my shoes? You offer me your body, it’s not like you have anything else going on for you. I fuck you and your little cunt and you–’’ he turns his attention to Shigaraki, ‘’–you’re going to film the whole fucking thing. Should grant you enough pussy, once I let you participate.’’

You want to scream, you really do. But there’s no words coming out, the phone’s too far away, the storage room's hidden in plain sight and there’s two guys ganging up on you so what’s the only thing you do? Beg.

‘’P-please, Dabi, I can—I can help you find something else, we have-’’ You blabber but he cuts you off.

‘’Wow doll, surprised your dumb brain memorized the name. But I don’t blame you, I would too.’’ He’s inching closer to you, as you back off, each step he takes leads you towards the end of the room. The closet touches your back—you’re pinned under him, the shelves hit against your back.

‘’Got the camera on?’’ He tells Shigaraki, without turning to look at him, while the latter scoffs.

‘’Yeah, all set.’’ You can see him holding his phone and wait impatiently.

‘’Now..’’ Dabi says, ‘’take that nasty shirt off, God, who dresses whores like you up? Tits out and everything for the public to see.’’ He says as your shaking hands start unbuttoning the work blazer; you had no shirt under it, it was a hot day and you hadn’t bothered, it’s not like customers were frequent.

He’s so close that your arms touch his shirt as you slowly unbutton it and the blazer falls down your shoulders, your bare tits in full display not just for him but for Shigaraki’s camera to film as well. His eyes rake you up and down, your cheeks stained with tears, your hair disheveled with strands that stick out in opposite directions as your tits quiver on your chest. It’s swift, but you notice how his turquoise eyes widen—not a lot, since they’re heavy lidded and half patched anyway.

‘’Fuck, these look nice..’’ He comments as he brings up both hands to grope them while you gasp. His hands are not as cold as you expected, they’re large, slender and painted black as he starts circling his wrists while still at a fair distance. You moan and he smirks, Shigaraki switching spots to get a better angle.

Dabi closes the distance as his face is on yours, his breath on your mouth and you close your eyes when he laughs.

‘’Aw, did you think I’d kiss you?’’ He says as you whimper frustrated but he continues ‘’Whores like you don’t deserve kisses.’’ He grabs your skirt with both hands and aggressively lowers it as you stumble trying not to fall down.

His words cut deep and you fight the urge to let another stream of tears down your face; you’d been called names in the past, but the way he talked upset you way more than anyone before. Unbeknownst to him, your felt your panties smeared, his warm hands had turned you on—the thought of you being like this disgusted you. You really were pathetic and he’d soon find out.

His hands cupped your clothed cunt as you moaned ‘’D-dabi, please–’’ to which a voice from the back laughed. You had completely forgotten about Shigaraki, the fact that he was watching (and filming) making you want to vomit.

‘’Baby, please shut the fuck up.’’ Dabi says ‘’Tomura, are you getting this?’’ But at this point Tomura was not only getting it but holding the phone with one hand while the other rubbed a bulge on his pants.

Dabi moves your panties to the side, almost ripping them apart and pushes two fingers without warning in your cunt as you choke on a moan. His fingers feel good, too full in a way and he knows how to move them inside, working his way deeper, while they’re already long.

‘’Man, you’re not gonna believe how wet she is.’’ He tells Tomura, who hums and strokes his clothed cock, phone still in his hand.

You’re being moved up and down the shelves, his fingers penetrate your cunt with force as you feel the pressure in your core build up, you think about fucking yourself on his fingers, grinding up and down—maybe cum and have them gone?, but he brings his other hand to your neck and chokes you with precision, blocking your airway immediately: ‘’Don’t think you get to decide when to cum.’’ He says and he removes his stained hands, your arousal is brought to your face as he turns around and proudly shows the camera.

‘’Look at this retail cockwhore guys, pussy dripping from two men she couldn’t sell shoes to!’’ He brags and you crumble, embarrassed and desperate for an end.

‘’D-dabi, p–please don’t say that!’’ You mewl and he looks down at you with pity.

‘Say what? The fucking truth? Aren’t you a little cumslut, yes or no?’’

‘’I– I–am n-not—’’

‘’I said, are you or aren’t you my little cumslut, yes - or - no?’’ He orders as you notice something small and blue igniting from his fingertips and you freeze.

‘’Say it.’’

‘’I- i am.’’ You brokenly murmur, but he needs all the words.

‘’You’re what?’’

‘’Y–your cumslut..’’

‘’I need the name too, camera's on you know’’. His patience wears thin, you can tell by his tone.

‘’I-i-am--Dabi’s cumslut.’’ You look at the camera and with that he finally snaps, turning you over and grabbing you by the waist, his fingers touch your bare back, as he spanks a heated palm on you and you flinch.

‘’Good, now let’s show everyone how cumsluts like you get fucked.’’ He unzips his pants and brings his cock in between your folds.

The sensation is intoxicating, your heat and his pre in between you while your hands are stretched to touch a shelf you can’t reach. You don't even know what you're up against, fuck, you hadn't even seen—

‘’Make sure you’re getting this.’’ is all Dabi says before abruptly pushing his cock inside you as you let out a sharp cry, he’s too big and you can’t take him at once, a pain shoots up your belly as he starts thrusting at a steady pace.

‘’P-please ‘s too much, s-slow d-down!’’ You yell behind you but he doesn’t seem to care, as he grabs your hips harshly and pushes himself deeper, your cunt stretching to accommodate whatever it can and you thank his fingers for the prior mess they made.

‘’Fuuck, feels too good.’’ He groans as he thrusts into you. You hear a sudden whimper and look around to see Shigaraki with his cock out, moving his fist up and down his length—eyes fixated on the spectacle.

You don’t have time to beg him to stop filming because Dabi’s slender hands are toying with your clit, his cock rips apart your insides as pads of his fingers find the bundle of nerves with ease. He teases it—not harshly, as his cock does that for you, but in light strokes, like he’s trying to tickle you and you feel yourself tremble, your cunt twitches and he feels it too apparently, because he groans ‘’Shit, you’re tight, too? Who would’ve expected it, huh..’’ as Shigaraki is starting his commentary on camera.

‘’Take a look guys, this is probably the biggest cockwhore we’ve seen... look closer! getting her loose cunt all fucked like that.’’ Dabi huffs, skin slapping sounds reverberate across the storage, as he continues his pace, cock disappearing in between your folds.

‘’Man, shut the fuck up.’’ He tells the guy behind him, ‘’her pussy’s tight as shit..or maybe I just have a big cock.’’ You can tell he smirks and you moan, it's like he's harsher now, his cruel words while they shouldn't, are bringing you closer and you can’t deny the pleasure he’s giving you, each time he belittles you or Shigaraki for the matter.

You can't even see him, but you imagine him drinking in your pathetic state: desperate, arched back, lifted skirt and abused flesh—frustrated whines and miserable attempts to sink down his cock, even when you know damn well he’s the one setting the pace.

‘’Hey, Shiggy..’’ Dabi groans, ‘’want me to let the whore fuck herself on my cock? She seems soo eager.’’ He tells Tomura, who at this point is solely focused on your ass sinking on Dabi ahead.

‘’S-sure..’’ He breathes out, too horny to care.

Dabi stops moving, cock hard and still inside you, stretching you out regardless, as you pant frustrated. You’d been so close and he stopped once again. Fuck it, you think, you need to get your release somehow.

You take a deep breath and start tantalizing him, cock throbs in your walls while you move and grind your hips back and forth. Dabi hisses, his hands dig in your ass, a pain from a metal on your hips—you’d definitely have marks tomorrow but it feels too good and he lets you, which surprises you.

‘’D-dabi, is she good?’’ A voice calls from behind but Dabi doesn’t answer, he just lets you do your work as you increase your pace, your legs are about to fail you but you raise yourself up and grip whatever you can find in front of you; you can hardly breathe. You think you might make yourself cum and he must be on the verge too, because he grabs you by the hair and spears his cock so deep, you want to scream—but you can't because there's not enough air in your lungs to function. ‘’Enough.’’ He spits and starts drilling himself back at his own relentless pace.

You feel numb but a known sensation spirals under you, fuck, he feels good and you suddenly wish for his hands on your clit so you beg. Again.

‘’D-dabi, please, agh t–touch me..there.’’

‘’Beggars can’t be choosers, baby.’’ He smirks and picks up the pace, if that's even possible, the motion perfect for your pussy to squeeze him in tighter and while he acts all tough, a hand is back on your clit. He wants you to come undone, wants to be the one bringing you to such despair.

‘’D-dabi!, I-I'm-hmn.. g-gonna–’’

Hairs stick to your sweaty forehead, veins pop out your hands as you cum feeling a faint knot snap, you blabber a bunch of incoherent words and tremble, shutting your eyes in shame.

He’d been waiting for this, holding himself back but he wanted your mess, your pathetic orgasm so he can let himself go with a couple final thrusts. He groans, praising your ‘’good cunt– baby..’’ before shooting his load inside—shit, he came inside, you think, this is so wrong but the sensation is tingling, almost satisfying in a twisted way.

A voice interrupts the moment when both of you turn to look at Shigaraki, cock in between a fist and a frown on his face, he seems upset.

‘’Dabi, you idiot, I wanted her too.’’ He says and Dabi looks at you, fucked out and cum oozing from your hole. His cum.

‘’Well,’’ Dabi looks at you, ‘’would my favorite cumslut help a friend in need?’’ he smirks, ‘’Just some head, we don’t have all the time in the world, alright?’’ He smiles as you lower your gaze—fuck fuck fuck, wasn't one enough? What's the point of arguing though, one look at both of them convinces you otherwise.

‘’C-could I please have some water?’’ You try to stall, throat dry and raspy from the sounds made earlier.

‘’Water?’’ Dabi laughs, ‘’nah...it’s too far away. Here, have this instead.’’ He says as he approaches you and swiftly moves his hands up your cunt, gathering his load and your juices and bringing the mix to your mouth. ‘’Open up.’’ He orders and your eyes widen before you realize he sticks his fingers in your mouth, coating your tongue and continues ‘’now, you can suck the incel off.’’

Your mouth isn't dry anymore—it's disgustingly covered in his salty cum but Shigaraki's too impatient to retort and already has his cock poking at your opening. He’s smaller but has nonetheless notable girth.

‘’Mhm..not gonna last, man.’’ He warns but Dabi seriously doesn't care. Indeed, once you're forced to take Tomura in your mouth under Dabi's glare and bob your head up and down a couple times, he pants and whines, cock jerks in your mouth, as a palm with the pinky lifted rests on your head pushing it down his groin. You gag as he stretches your mouth full, the flushed tip scratches down your throat, but soon enough he comes; you can tell by the way he frantically bucks his hips up, so you remove your mouth in tears, when he loses control, this feels horrible. His cum spurts all over the place, some lands on your hair and some on his shirt.

‘’Fuck!’’ He groans, ‘’My shirt’s stained, you whore.’’ His voice is whiny as red eyes narrow. For the first time, he manages to inflict terror upon you, his hand’s about to touch you when Dabi interrupts.

‘’Enough, she’ll give you another one, I’m sure shitty store sells some lame shirts somewhere.’’

Tomura sighs and removes his shirt. He throws it to your face and hisses.

‘’Gross, you can keep it, cumslut’’. You feel tainted and humiliated, some fresh tears wipe semen off your face, when Dabi speaks up.

‘’Tomura–’’ There's still hope in your eyes, as you turn to him.

‘’She's about to put in on Depop, you know.’’

Dabi and Tomura smirk and you wordlessly get up, something plummets inside (your heart?), as you wipe tears inside your elbow, the only clean body part of yours.

It’s been hours since the shift ended and they left the store, blowing you a kiss but you’re curled up in bed as you anxiously scratch your knees. You feel dirty. Empty. You remember Dabi’s hands on you, Tomura’s shirt and load in your hair, which was later thoroughly washed to the point clumps fell off, when a message appears on your phone.

It’s a message request and it reads:

How’s my favorite cockwhore doing?

You suddenly feel very nauseous, how did they even find you? Your hands are shaking as you pick up your phone to unlock it, only for a new request from a different account to pop up:

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You take a deep breath as you try to think rationally. Don’t cry. Crying doesn’t erase it. Don’t cry.

This could be worse, you finally convince yourself. This could’ve been livestreamed.

#mha x reader #dabi x reader #mha fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #todoroki touya x reader #mha smut #dabi smut #bnha x reader #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw degradation #tw dumbification

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jigeuminunbich · 5 months ago

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cherie amour | han dongmin (taesan)

synopsis — in which dongmin finds himself falling head over heels for the regular that comes into his job (at a vintage record shop) every afternoon.

genre — college!au, fem!reader, s2ls (strangers to lovers), and fluff

content — halfway proofread ngl, kinda has a princess & the pauper vibe (reader is quite privileged & goes to an elite college), quite a few awkward pauses and bashful stares, and dongmin can’t flirt for the life of him

word count — 2k

author’s note — first work out of the neo realm, hope you all enjoy!

playing — my cherie amour by stevie wonder, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls, and all i do is think of you by the jackson 5

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Dongmin’s face. The rickety fan his boss had found from storage was doing absolutely nothing to shield him from the wrath of the summer heat— and the fact he refused to turn on the air conditioning wasn’t helping him in the slightest either.

Despite feeling like he had been transported to the sixth circle of hell, Dongmin didn’t mind his job, it had actually been a juvenile dream of his to work in a place much like this. Somewhere with artifacts filled with history, antique furniture and decor, a devoted community of customers— and surely, that’s what he got following being hired for this position.

But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be overworked as one of the few underlings for his incompetent boss who had inherited the place and having to endure the smell of what could only be described as vintage.

The continuous buzzing of the fan that whirred beside Dongmin’s propped, beat-up sneakers was muffled for a brief moment as in came one of the meager reasons he decided to put up with his job— only, even.

You.

Following the chime on the door, a wave of heat entered the record shop but you graciously came with it, so Dongmin couldn’t really complain. You greeted him with a smile as he hurriedly straightened in his seat and adjusted his posture stiffly. The smile was returned to the best of his abilities, but he’s sure it came off wonky and jarring.

Silently, you waltzed around the shop. It wasn’t very big, and he’s positive you’ve walked each aisle at least a few dozen times but it still had you coming back every other afternoon.

It was ritualistic for you to stumble into the small-scale record shop nestled between an antique boutique and a genuine crystal shop— Dongmin had become hip to this months ago when he had first began working here. Though, it was obvious to him that you had been doing this a lot longer than his time, judging by the way you interacted with veteran staff and even that dense boss of his.

You were around his age, clear from the cardigan you wore that was proudly embroidered in fancy cursive of what he discovered was your home school— the elite college that rivaled his. It had been an initial thought of his that maybe you were an alum and just liked the comfort that the sweater offered but after miraculously seeing you at a rival game between your two schools’ football teams— he knew for sure that you were close in age.

Unfortunately for him, those were the only details he had found on you. Alleged things about you floated around between his coworkers and to his own ears but he ignored them for solid truth. The truth was, you were clearly a devout music lover from a realm he didn’t know of, a school he could only dream of attending, and a lifestyle he had absolutely no experience in.

“Anything new that you recommend?” At the arriose sound of your voice, Dongmin came to a realization that he had been staring at you for far too long.

Under your curious gaze, he stilled. Nearly forgetting to breathe over the fact you were speaking to him. Another fact he had come to realize, is that you enjoyed your solitude. It wasn’t often that you spoke to him outside of your purchase of a vinyl or the rare CD. But when you did, Dongmin always fell into the same trap as if it was happening for the first time again.

“I—uh— what’s your genre?” He knew this already. You had an affinity for 60s music— he came to conclude from the dozen of vinyls he had previously rung up for you.

You hummed, glancing to the spotty ceiling as you contemplated. “I always go for oldies. Anything recent that you like?” As you asked this, you drew closer to the counter where Dongmin was quickly breaking out into a cold sweat over the fact you were verily nearing closer to him.

Your eyes didn’t waver from him, it was clear that you were genuinely interested in his own opinion.

“Well, I don’t listen to too much recent stuff myself, actually.” He managed to respond, not having the capacity to filter his honesty.

Now opposite of him by the counter, you giggled. Dongmin swore his heart skipped a beat, or two for that matter.

“Well, I guess you’re no help then?” Your voice lilted with humor, your head tilting.

“Heh. No, I guess not…” To Dongmin, he was sure your bout of conversation would end here. You would choose something along the lines of your usual, get rung up with some sort of small talk, and go on about your day while he finished out his shift wallowing about how he wished he could’ve said more to you.

“What’s your genre, then,” you squinted momentarily to double-check his nametag. “Dongmin?”

For a moment, Dongmin had forgotten his name was his own. You watched him blink at you for a few beats before visibly collecting himself.

“Me? Well, I like rock— like Nirvana and My Chemical Romance. But I like easy listening stuff too…”

You nodded, “I assumed just as much.”

Dongmin’s eyebrows shot up into his fringe, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”

An endeared smile etched onto your lips instantly. “Yeah, every time you’re here they’re always playing over the speakers. But I hear the Carpenters every now and then, too. You have good taste.”

Dongmin fought the flattered expression that attempted to spread across his features, clearing his throat in an effort to swallow his excitement. “Thanks.”

You nodded, a silence floating in the air as you two both seemed to wait for the other to carry on the conversation. With the atmosphere starting to feel cramped, you open your mouth to ease the awkwardness but Dongmin thankfully beats you to it.

“We—uhm— actually just get in some new vinyls that I think you might like…”

You visibly perk up at this. “Did you?”

Dongmin nods, his tone coming off a bit hesitant. “Well, you get a rotation of the same artists, I noticed…”

Your laughter eases the weight on his shoulders, he finds himself smiling fondly as you nod your head in agreement. “No, yeah, I do. I guess I’m quite predictable,”

Dongmin shrugs. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I think your music taste is good too.”

You find yourself smoothing a hand over your jacket, flattered. “Thank you,”

“No problem.”

You both lock eyes for a beat longer than expected, your own being the ones to flit elsewhere as could feel the flutter of butterflies swarm in the base of your belly. Dongmin’s gaze on you is only interrupted when you clear your throat before speaking again.

“Did you want to show them to me?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” As if he had been split from a trance, Dongmin lurches back into reality to begin leading you towards a dusty corner of the shop.

A giggle leaves you as you follow close behind. “No worries.”

It’s safe to say Dongmin did not fabricate that the new selections would be to your liking. You find yourself rifling through the crate carefully, multiple familiar artists’ cover arts calling your name. Dongmin can’t help but admire you as you work your way through the vinyls with pure amazement in your eyes.

“Anything catch your eye?” He gestures toward the basket that you were leisurely searching through.

Your gaze shifts upwards to where Dongmin is standing, sheepishly remembering that he was there. “A lot. I’m supposed to be on a budget for stuff like this but— Oh my god! I’ve been looking for this,” you excitedly pull out a yellowed Lesley Gore vinyl.

Dongmin’s amused laughter catches your attention and you roll your eyes at him before shaking your head. “Damn, why’d you have to know me so well?”

“Heh. I can get you a discount, if you’re interested?” Dongmin approaches you, delivering his sentence carefully to test your reaction.

You jerk away in surprise, shocked that Dongmin would even offer to do that for you. But you can tell he’s genuine as he watches you intently awaiting your response. “No, no. I just need to practice some self-control…”

“You sure? I can’t promise that old guy won’t buy up all the Marvin Gaye in here…” You follow his hands as they skim the top of the distressed and begrimed vinyls, almost like a hypnosis.

A huff leaves you, the memories of your elder competition that most likely had no idea was your competition coming to mind. “Shit— you’re right. Okay, fine. I’ll indulge myself just this once.”

You decide to humor Dongmin and yourself, picking through the crate again to remove several LPs that caught your attention. Dongmin nods, finding confidence in being able to bond with you. After you make your final decision, you both head back over to the counter to finalize your transaction.

“You didn’t have to do this, y’know. I’m sure this is actually against the rules…”

“Nah. It’s fine my boss does it all the time for customers he likes too—“ Dongmin realizes his slip of tongue a little too late, his expression reminding you of a deer in the headlights.

“Really now?” You muse.

“Uh—yeah,” Dongmin coughs. “That’s your total…”

Your eyebrows jump instinctively at the outcome, gladly digging around in your bag for your card. “Damn. I’m glad you like me because inflation is killing me right now, here,”

Dongmin accepts your payment and you don’t miss the way he avoids your eyes bashfully. When everything is squared away, your hefty bag in hand, he decides he’s capable of addressing you head on.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around then?” He visibly forces out, internally hoping it comes across as natural (he doesn’t).

You nod automatically but have a sudden train of thought that you decide to take a chance and verbalize. “Actually… do you get off any time soon?”

The boy across from you is clearly stunned at the inquiry, blinking at you a couple times before answering. “Uh— in about an hour, actually…”

“Cool. I’ll be at the café across the street, if you don’t have anything to do that is… I feel like it’s only right that I repay you…” The last of your sentence trails off as you feel you’re rambling on, but Dongmin couldn’t have looked more interested in you.

“No! I mean, I don’t have anything to do— I’m free, yeah.” Dongmin shuffles, setting himself in a pose that he hoped conveyed how nonchalant he wanted to be but was clearly failing to do so.

You find yourself amused with his antics— a bit flattered as well. “Alright then, see you in an hour?” He nods intently while he watches you back away from the till.

“An hour it is.” He affirms, returning the wave you spare him before the shop’s door chimes again. Promptly, your warmth leaves him to the humidity of the shop. But he holds his pose knowing he’ll be engulfed in it once more.

#taesan x reader #taesan x you #han taesan x reader #dongmin x reader #han dongmin x reader #boynextdoor x reader #bnd x reader #kpop x reader #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor fic #boynextdoor fanfic

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dippedanddripped · 4 months ago

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gilbertscurls · 25 days ago

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The mall was alive with the chaos of the season—holiday music playing overhead, shoppers bustling between stores, and twinkling decorations hanging from every available surface. You followed Chris through the crowd, clutching your coat tighter against the chilly draft that seemed to sneak in every time the automatic doors opened.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked as Chris stopped in front of a store window. “Find something perfect for Nick and Matt and avoid the last-minute panic shopping?”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Exactly. But I’m also multitasking today.”

“Multitasking?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. “What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer, just winked and led the way into the store.

Chris moved with purpose, scanning shelves and racks with a focus that was almost impressive. You trailed behind, offering suggestions when he asked, though he mostly seemed to know exactly what he was looking for. After about ten minutes, he grabbed a hoodie that screamed "Nick" and a beanie that Matt would probably wear every day until summer.

“Alright, that’s round one,” he declared, heading toward the register.

As you waited in line, you felt him slip away. Before you could call after him, he returned, holding a small box wrapped in shiny silver paper. He handed it to you with a grin.

“What’s this?” you asked, taking the box.

“A little something,” he said casually, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his excitement. “Open it.”

You carefully peeled back the paper to reveal a tiny snow globe, the inside featuring a miniature Christmas tree surrounded by glittery snow.

“Chris,” you said, smiling as you held it up to the light. “It’s adorable.”

He shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “I thought you might like it. Plus, it’s Christmas—Santa’s gotta spread some cheer, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “Alright, Santa. Let’s keep shopping.”

The pattern repeated at every store. While Chris shopped for his brothers—picking out a pair of sneakers for Matt at one stop and a graphic tee for Nick at another—he’d inevitably disappear for a moment and return with a little gift for you.

At a quirky boutique, it was a set of peppermint-scented candles.

“You’re always burning candles,” he explained with a shrug.

At a bookstore, he handed you a slim notebook with a festive cover.

“For all those brilliant ideas you’re always scribbling down,” he teased.

By the time you reached the food court for a much-needed snack break, you were carrying a small collection of thoughtful little trinkets, each one perfectly suited to you.

“You know,” you said as you both sat down with your hot chocolates, “you’re making it really hard for me to keep up. I didn’t plan on shopping for you today.”

Chris leaned back in his chair, smirking. “You don’t have to. This is way more fun for me.”

“Why, because you like watching me get flustered?”

He laughed, holding up his hands in mock innocence. “Maybe a little. But mostly because I like seeing you smile.”

You shook your head, warmth spreading through your chest that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate. “Well, mission accomplished, Santa.”

As the two of you finished your drinks and prepared to tackle the rest of the mall, you couldn’t stop glancing at the little gifts he’d surprised you with. It wasn’t the things themselves that meant so much—it was the thought behind each one, the way he’d noticed the little things that made you happy.

And as you walked beside him, listening to him debate whether Matt would prefer a new set of headphones or a novelty mug shaped like a basketball, you realized that this impromptu shopping trip was more than just errands—it was a memory you’d treasure long after the season ended.

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sneakersculture · 9 months ago

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jacqueline-01 · 1 month ago

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You're Safe With Me

A.H x Y.N

healing from toxic family, comfort, fluff

The boutique lights sparkled softly against the polished floors as you stood in front of a row of delicate necklaces. They gleamed like tiny constellations, arranged neatly on black velvet. Your fingers hovered over one—a simple gold chain with a small, crescent moon pendant. It wasn’t flashy, but something about it called to you.

You hesitated, heart pounding as your mind raced back to the echoes of your childhood.

“You don’t need that,” your mother’s sharp voice rang in your ears, cutting through the calm of the present. “Why are you even looking at things like that? Do you think we’re made of money? Do you think you deserve it?”

You could still feel the burn of embarrassment you’d felt as a child, standing in stores like this, admiring something small and simple, only to be scolded for it. Even when you’d had money of your own—birthday gifts, babysitting money—it had felt impossible to spend. Every purchase had come with scrutiny, criticism, or worse, guilt.

“You’re being selfish,” your father had once said when you’d asked for a new pair of sneakers, your old ones too worn to wear without socks showing through. “You already have shoes. Why are you wasting money on another pair?”

Aaron’s voice broke through the storm of memories, his presence grounding you. “Do you like it?” he asked, his tone gentle and encouraging.

You blinked, realizing your hand was still frozen in mid-air. “Oh, um… it’s nice,” you murmured, but the conflict inside you was already bubbling over.

He stepped closer, his steady warmth chasing the cold from your chest. “If you like it, let’s get it,” he said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “It’s too much,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Aaron frowned, his gaze softening as he studied you. “It’s not too much,” he said firmly. “Y/N, you don’t have to convince yourself you don’t deserve nice things. You do.”

The tears surprised you, stinging your eyes before you could stop them. “It’s just… it’s hard,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to—well, I wasn’t allowed to buy anything unless it was ‘necessary.’ Even then, it was like I had to justify everything. I’d saved money for years, but it didn’t matter. It was never really mine.”

Aaron’s jaw tightened, his protective instinct kicking in as he reached for your hand. “I hate that you went through that,” he said softly. “It wasn’t fair. You were a kid—you should’ve been able to enjoy things without feeling guilty or controlled.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, soothing the ache of memories long buried but never forgotten.

“When I was younger,” you continued, your voice quieter now, “I remember seeing a bracelet I loved at a little shop in town. I’d saved up enough from babysitting to buy it, but my mom…” You trailed off, biting your lip as the memory surfaced. “She told me I was wasting my money. That it was stupid to spend money on something so ‘useless.’ I ended up putting it back.”

Aaron’s hand tightened around yours. “I’m sorry,” he said simply, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “No one should have taken that from you.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to push back the tears. “It’s just a necklace,” you said, almost to yourself, as if you were trying to convince the little girl inside you.

Aaron turned you gently to face him, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s not just a necklace,” he said. “It’s a step. It’s a way of saying, ‘I can have nice things because I want them, and I deserve them.’ And I’ll be right here, helping you take those steps, no matter how long it takes.”

With his encouragement, you finally let yourself pick up the necklace. It felt weightless in your hands, yet the act of holding it carried so much significance. When Aaron handed it to the cashier, you didn’t protest. And when he fastened it around your neck in the car, his fingers brushing your skin, you felt something shift inside you—a small crack in the wall of guilt and control that had defined so much of your life.

As the two of you drove home, your fingers absentmindedly played with the pendant, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Aaron glanced over at you, his eyes soft and full of love. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated before answering, your voice quiet but steady. “I was just thinking… that little girl I used to be? I think she’d be happy. She’d see this and know it’s possible to feel free someday.”

Aaron reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “She’d be proud of you,” he said. “And I am too.”

For the first time in years, you felt that maybe, just maybe, you were finally stepping into a life that was truly yours.

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reigns-devotee · 7 days ago

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The substitute master list

Part 4

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Language, forbidden, angst, P in V, Body fluids, Minors just dont damn enter please, she's a juicy one, 18+

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The sun spilled through the large glass windows of the mall, casting golden streaks along the polished tile floors. Alicia walked beside Zoe, their footsteps clicking in sync as they strolled past store after store. The familiar hum of chatter and the faint rhythm of pop music from overhead speakers filled the air, blending into a steady, mindless buzz.

“So, what do you think?” Zoe asked, holding up a cropped, lavender sweater against her torso. She glanced at Alicia, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Cute or too much?”

Alicia blinked, dragging her attention away from her phone. She’d been checking it more than usual today, her eyes flickering down every few seconds as if waiting for something. Or someone.

“It’s cute,” Alicia said with a small nod, giving the sweater a glance. “It’s tea.”

Zoe’s face lit up. “Right? I was thinking, like, with my ripped jeans and those white sneakers I just got.” She tossed the sweater over her arm, already heading toward the checkout line. “You’re too quiet, though. What’s up?”

Alicia’s fingers twitched against her phone. “Nothing, just thinking.”

“Mm-hmm,” Zoe hummed knowingly, shooting her a side-eye glance. “Thinking about him?” She wiggled her eyebrows and leaned in like she’d just uncovered a secret.

“Him who?” Alicia’s tone was flat, but her heart jumped. Zoe didn’t know. She couldn’t know.

“Damon,” Zoe teased, tossing the sweater on the counter for the cashier. “He’s been hanging around you a little too much lately. I’m starting to think he’s plotting something.”

Relief washed over Alicia, but she didn’t let it show. “Please,” she scoffed. “Damon’s always plotting something. He’s probably just bored.”

“Yeah, bored with every other girl at this school,” Zoe muttered, pulling out her card to pay. “I’m telling you, you’re his favorite pastime.”

Alicia’s phone buzzed in her hand, and her stomach flipped. She glanced down, her breath hitching at the sight of the name on her screen.

Roman

Her fingers hovered for a second before swiping the notification open.

Roman: Thinking about me?

Her lips pressed together as warmth spread up her neck, heat she knew had nothing to do with the sun streaming through the windows. She tapped a quick reply, fingers moving on instinct before she could overthink it.

Alicia: I’m at the mall. What’s up?

The three little dots appeared immediately, and her heart started beating faster. She glanced at Zoe, who was too busy stuffing the receipt into her bag to notice anything.

Roman: Wish I was there. Miss me already?

Her fingers hesitated. This was dangerous, and she knew it. But the way his words made her feel—like he saw her, really saw her—was impossible to ignore.

Alicia: Don’t get cocky, Mr. Reigns.

Roman: You’re cute when you call me that.

Alicia’s breath hitched again, and she quickly locked her phone, shoving it into her back pocket like it had burned her. Zoe’s gaze was on her now, curious and far too perceptive for Alicia’s liking.

“Who’s got you blushing like that?” Zoe asked, tilting her head like she’d just sniffed out fresh gossip.

“No one,” Alicia said a little too quickly, already walking toward the next store. “You’re imagining things.”

“Girl, please,” Zoe said, striding to catch up. “You’re over there looking like you’re in a romance movie, all grinning and blushing and shit. Spill.”

“It’s literally not that serious,” Alicia shot back, ducking into a boutique filled with racks of dresses and denim. She started flipping through hangers like her life depended on it. “I’m just in a good mood. Can’t a girl be happy without an interrogation?”

“Mhm,” Zoe said slowly, but she didn’t push further. She picked up a flowy sundress, giving it a critical once-over. “Well, if your "good mood" needs to tell me something later, I’m all ears.”

Alicia exhaled slowly, grateful for the momentary reprieve. Her fingers brushed over a black mini-dress, and her phone buzzed in her pocket again. She glanced toward Zoe, who was still admiring the sundress, then pulled out her phone just enough to see the screen.

Roman: You’re thinking about me. I know you are.

Alicia’s pulse skipped, her lips twitching into a smile before she could stop it. She felt like a live wire, every nerve on edge, caught between exhilaration and uncertainty.

Alicia: You’re way too confident, you know that?

Roman: Confidence looks good on me. You said so yourself.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure what to say next. The line between what was smart and what was reckless felt thinner than ever. But with Roman, it always felt like that—like walking a tightrope and loving every second of it.

“Come look at this one,” Zoe’s voice pulled her out of the moment, and Alicia tucked her phone away. She’d deal with Roman later. Right now, she had to focus on looking unbothered, even when every part of her felt like it was on fire.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” she said, her voice steady, even as her heart was anything but.

The night air was thick with stillness, broken only by the soft hum of Alicia’s ceiling fan. Her room was bathed in the cool glow of her bedside lamp, casting long, soft shadows on the pale blue walls. She lay sprawled on her bed, her fingers tapping idly against her phone screen. The mall trip with Zoe had been a welcome distraction, but now that she was alone, her mind had nowhere to hide.

Her gaze flickered toward the digital clock on her nightstand. 11:42 PM. The silence of the house pressed down on her, every creak and shift of the old floorboards sounding louder than it should. Her phone buzzed, jolting her from her thoughts.

Roman: "Can’t stop thinking about you."

Her heart skipped. It wasn’t the first message he’d sent that night, but it was the one that hit her hardest. The words settled into her chest like a weight, hot and heavy. She sat up slowly, propping herself against the headboard, her thumb hovering over the keyboard.

What was she supposed to say to that?

Alicia bit her lip, her mind spinning. She’d been trying all evening to convince herself that what happened earlier was a fluke — a slip, a moment of impulse she’d never repeat. But Roman’s words lingered, low and dangerous, just like his voice had sounded when he told Damon to leave. The memory of that moment sent a shiver through her.

Her fingers moved before she could overthink it.

Alicia: "Should you be texting me this late?"

The dots indicating he was typing appeared immediately, and her heart started to race. She pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them as she stared at the screen, her pulse thudding in her ears.

Roman: "Should I have done what I did last week?"

Her breath hitched. Her heart wasn’t just racing now — it was pounding, fast and wild. Her eyes scanned the message over and over, each read making it harder to breathe. She’d never seen him like that before. The authority in his voice, the sheer control he’d had over Damon, and then the way all that control had cracked when they were alone. It’d been magnetic, and that pull hadn’t lessened.

Alicia: "No, you shouldn’t have."

She hit send before she could second-guess it. Her heart twisted in her chest, equal parts dread and anticipation coursing through her. Her fingers hovered over the screen again, as if she could snatch the message back.

The dots reappeared.

Roman: "Didn’t seem like you minded."

Her face grew hot, her breath coming quicker. She’d thought she’d be able to brush him off, keep things cool and detached, but he’d seen right through her. He always did. The memory of his fingers in her hair, his breath against her skin, was seared into her like a brand she couldn’t wash off.

Alicia: "You’re my teacher, Roman."

She knew it would hit him harder than anything else she could’ve said. For a moment, she thought maybe it would end there. But the reply came faster than she expected.

Roman: "And you’re 23, Alicia."

Her heart dropped, her eyes widening as she stared at the words. Her fingers tingled with nerves, her breath stuck somewhere in her throat. Her mind was screaming at her, but her body... her body remembered how it felt to be close to him. She squeezed her eyes shut, her jaw tightening as she tried to shut it all down.

Her phone buzzed again.

Roman: "You’re not a kid anymore. So stop acting like one."

Her eyes snapped open, and fire licked at the edges of her chest. She sat up straighter, her lips parting in shock. Her thumbs flew across the screen, each tap sharp and forceful.

Alicia: "Don't do that. Don’t twist it like it’s that simple."

Roman: "It’s not simple. Nothing about this is simple. But I’m not pretending otherwise. Are you?"

Her breath left her in a sharp exhale. Her fingers hovered over the screen, her eyes locked on his message. It was like he’d reached into her chest and gripped her heart, squeezing just enough to make it hurt. She hated him for being so blunt. Hated him more for being right.

Her head tipped back against the headboard, eyes on the ceiling, the soft whir of the fan above filling the quiet. She’d been so sure she could put distance between them. But now, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to.

Her phone buzzed again.

Roman: "I’m not sorry for what happened."

Her fingers flexed, her jaw tightening as she stared at the message. Every rational part of her knew she should leave it on read. Ignore him. Pretend he’d never sent it. But she’d never been good at walking away from things that made her feel alive, even if it was dangerous.

Her fingers moved, steady and sure.

Alicia: "I’m not sorry either."

The second she hit send, she dropped the phone onto the bed like it had burned her. Her heart thudded in her chest, every pulse like a drumbeat that echoed through her entire body. She shoved her face into her hands, letting out a long, shaky breath.

She’d just lit a match. And there was no going back from that kind of fire.

Alicia stared at her phone, the soft buzz of an incoming FaceTime request pulling her out of her thoughts. Zoe’s name and face flashed across the screen, her bright smile frozen in the thumbnail image. Alicia hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. She knew exactly what Zoe wanted to talk about, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to spill everything just yet. But avoiding her best friend wouldn’t work either—Zoe was persistent.

With a sigh, Alicia swiped to accept the call. Zoe’s face appeared on the screen almost immediately, her perfectly styled curls bouncing as she shifted positions, propping her phone up against something.

“Finally!” Zoe exclaimed, leaning in close to the camera. “You’ve been dodging me all day. Spill, girl. What happened yesterday? And don’t even try to say ‘nothing.’ I’m not buying it.”

Alicia rolled her eyes, even as a small smile tugged at her lips. “Zoe, you’re so annoying. Nothing happened. I—”

“Stop.” Zoe cut her off, holding up a finger like she could actually silence Alicia through the screen. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting weird all week, and you looked like you’d just walked out of a Victoria’s Secret ad when you came to the mall. Something happened with Mr. Reigns, didn’t it?”

Alicia’s stomach twisted, heat rising to her cheeks. She bit down on her bottom lip, unsure of how to respond. Zoe’s sharp gaze narrowed through the phone, her expression shifting into one of pure curiosity.

“Oh my God,” Zoe gasped, her eyes widening. “It did! Didn’t it? You and him—something happened! I knew it!”

“Okay, fine!” Alicia blurted, groaning as she buried her face in her hands for a moment. “Fine. Something happened. Are you happy now?”

“Happy?” Zoe’s voice pitched up, practically shrill with excitement. “Girl, I’m living for this! Now, tell me everything. Don’t you dare hold back.”

Alicia hesitated, glancing around her room like someone might overhear her through the walls. Then, with a deep breath, she leaned back against her pillows, the words tumbling out before she could second-guess herself.

“We kissed,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It happened yesterday, before class.”

Zoe’s jaw dropped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. “Shut up. You kissed him? Like, full-on kissed him? Who started it? Did he kiss you first, or—”

“He kissed me first,” Alicia interrupted, her cheeks flaming. “But that’s not all.”

Zoe leaned closer to the camera, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Girl, you’d better not leave me hanging. Spill it. What else happened?”

Alicia hesitated again, her heart pounding. She could feel the words sitting on the tip of her tongue, daring her to say them out loud. Finally, she gave in, the confession spilling out in a rush.

“He... he went down on me. On his desk.”

Zoe’s eyes widened so much it looked like they might pop out of her head. She let out a squeal, her hands flailing wildly as she tried to process what she’d just heard.

“No. Freaking. Way!” Zoe practically screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief. “Alicia, are you serious? He did that? On his desk? Oh my God, that is so hot!”

“Zoe!” Alicia hissed, her face burning. “Keep your voice down. You’re going to make me regret telling you.”

“Regret?” Zoe echoed, scoffing. “Girl, this is the best thing you’ve ever told me. I can’t believe you’ve been sitting on this secret all day. Details. Now. Don’t you dare hold out on me.”

Alicia groaned, pressing her free hand to her forehead. “There’s not much else to say. It just... happened. We were alone, and the moment got intense, and—”

“And he kissed you and then gave you the time of your life?” Zoe finished for her, smirking. “Girl, you’re living in a romance novel. Do you even realize how insane this is?”

“Yes, I realize it,” Alicia muttered, her voice tinged with exasperation. “And it’s not as glamorous as you’re making it sound. It’s... complicated, Zoe. He’s my teacher. This can’t go anywhere.”

Zoe’s expression softened slightly, though her excitement didn’t completely fade. “Okay, yeah, it’s messy. But, Alicia, you’re clearly into him, and from the sound of it, he’s definitely into you. Just... be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Alicia nodded, her chest tightening. “I know. I’m trying to figure it all out. But, Zoe, you can’t tell anyone. Promise me.”

“I promise,” Zoe said, crossing her heart dramatically. “Your secret is safe with me. But, girl, I’m going to need updates. Constant updates. This is officially the most exciting thing happening in my life right now.”

Alicia couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing just slightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re living the dream,” Zoe shot back, grinning. “Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day, and who knows what’ll happen next?”

As the call ended, Alicia set her phone down and let out a long breath. The weight of her confession lingered, but for the first time all day, she felt a little less alone in it all.

Before Alicia could respond, a firm knock echoed from her front door. Her heart skipped a beat, and she glanced toward the sound, frowning.

"Hold on," she muttered to Zoe, sliding off the bed.

"Who is it?" Zoe’s voice chirped from the phone, but Alicia ignored her, setting the device down as she padded toward the door.

She peeked through the peephole, her breath catching when she saw who was standing on the other side. Roman.

Her hand froze on the doorknob, her heart racing as a flood of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and a hint of panic—washed over her.

"Alicia, who is it?" Zoe called from the phone, her voice muffled but persistent.

Taking a steadying breath, Alicia opened the door just enough to meet Roman’s intense gaze. He stood there, his presence as commanding as ever, dressed in a fitted jacket that only added to his effortless allure.

"Roman?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

"Hey," he said simply, his tone low but firm.

“Grab your phone; you’re coming with me,” Roman demanded, his voice smooth but firm as he leaned against the doorway, a confident grin tugging at his lips.

Alicia blinked in surprise, her eyes narrowing as she processed his words. “Excuse me?” she replied, her tone tinged with incredulity.

Roman straightened, stepping closer, his presence filling the small space between them. His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering and magnetic. “It’s not optional, Alicia,” he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more commanding register. The way he said her name sent a ripple of heat down her spine, even as her defenses kicked in.

Her arms crossed over her chest, and she tilted her head, trying to mask the way her heart raced. “Oh, really? And what makes you think you can just show up here and order me around like that?”

He smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that made her breath hitch. “Because I enjoy it,” he said simply, his confidence radiating off him. “And because you want to.”

Alicia’s lips parted in a sharp retort, but the words died in her throat. The undeniable truth in his statement hung in the air between them, and she hated how easily he could unravel her composure with just a few words and that piercing gaze.

Her fingers hovered near her phone on the desk. “What if I say no?” she challenged, though her voice lacked conviction.

Roman leaned closer, the faint scent of his cologne enveloping her, intoxicating and inescapable. “You won’t,” he murmured, his voice a silken promise. “Because it brings you pleasure.”

Alicia hesitated, her mind racing. The smart thing would be to tell him to leave, to put an end to this before it spiraled even further out of control. But the pull she felt toward him—the magnetism, the way he made her feel both unsteady and alive—was impossible to ignore.

Without another word, she grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling slightly. Roman’s grin widened, his victory evident in the flash of his white teeth.

“Good girl,” he said softly, and Alicia’s breath caught. Before she could react, he was stepping back, waiting for her to follow him. Against her better judgment, her feet carried her forward, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

The soft hum of the engine filled the silence as Roman navigated the dark, winding streets with one hand on the wheel. The faint glow of streetlights illuminated the interior in fleeting intervals, casting shadows across his chiseled features. Alicia sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her phone clutched in her lap, the tension between them palpable.

She turned to him, her brow furrowing. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or do you plan on keeping me in suspense all night?”

Roman smirked, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, his tone maddeningly casual.

Alicia huffed, crossing her arms. “This isn’t funny, Roman. You show up at my house unannounced, drag me out here, and now you’re playing coy?”

He glanced at her briefly, his smirk widening. “Trust me, Alicia. You’ll like where we’re going.”

She narrowed her eyes, not convinced. “What if I don’t?”

Roman chuckled, the sound deep and smooth, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. “You will,” he said confidently. “But if you don’t, I’ll owe you an apology. Maybe even dinner.”

Alicia rolled her eyes, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re impatient,” he countered, glancing at her again. “Relax. Enjoy the ride.”

Easier said than done, she thought. The way he exuded control and certainty was both infuriating and intoxicating. She turned her gaze out the window, watching as the city lights faded, giving way to quieter streets and darker skies.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Alicia’s mind raced, a thousand questions swirling. Where was he taking her? Why had he shown up at her door? And why, despite the whirlwind of emotions, did she feel safer with him than she cared to admit?

Her curiosity got the better of her. “You can’t just expect me to sit here and wait. Give me a hint at least,” she said, her tone softening.

Roman’s hand tightened on the wheel, a flicker of amusement in his expression. “A hint?” he mused, as though considering it. “Fine. It’s somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one will bother us.”

Her heartbeat quickened at his words, though she tried to keep her voice steady. “That’s not very specific.”

“That’s the point,” he replied, casting her another brief, unreadable glance.

Alicia sighed, sinking back into her seat. She hated how he always seemed one step ahead, how he kept her guessing. But there was also a thrill in it, a part of her that craved the unknown, especially when it came to him.

As they drove deeper into the night, the city faded completely, replaced by long stretches of empty road and the occasional cluster of trees. The air in the car felt heavier now, charged with anticipation. Alicia found herself gripping the edge of her seat, the stillness almost unbearable.

She finally broke the silence. “Roman, if you’re planning to murder me and hide the body in the woods, just say so.”

He laughed—a rich, genuine sound that startled her. “You think I’d go through all this trouble just to kill you?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“Stranger things have happened,” she shot back, though she couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at her lips.

Roman shook his head, his laughter fading into a softer, almost tender smile. “You have nothing to worry about, Alicia. Trust me.”

She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the way he said them that made her chest tighten. But as they turned onto a secluded gravel path, she realized she was about to find out exactly what he had planned.

The car came to a slow, deliberate stop, the crunch of gravel beneath the tires breaking the stillness of the night. Alicia glanced out the window, her brows knitting together as she tried to make sense of the dark expanse before her. A soft glow flickered in the distance, golden and warm, nestled beneath the shadowy canopy of trees.

Roman killed the engine, his hands still gripping the steering wheel as he turned to look at her. His expression was unreadable, a mix of control and something darker.

“Get out,” he said simply, his voice steady but commanding.

Alicia hesitated, her hand lingering on the door handle. “Where are we?”

“You’ll see,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She stepped out of the car, the chill of the night air biting at her skin. Roman came around to her side, his presence looming as he placed a hand on the small of her back. The contact was subtle but possessive, sending a ripple of awareness through her.

The faint glow she’d seen from the car grew brighter as they walked, revealing a gazebo draped in shadows and candlelight. The candles were scattered across the wooden beams and steps, their flames flickering against the darkness. In the center of the space, a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses sat on a small table.

Alicia stopped short at the base of the steps, her heart racing. The intimacy of the setup unnerved her, but she couldn’t deny the pull she felt—the thrill of stepping into the unknown.

“Roman…” she started, her voice trailing off.

“Up,” he said, his hand pressing lightly against her back, guiding her toward the steps.

She obeyed, ascending the wooden stairs with slow, deliberate steps. The creak of the boards beneath her feet only heightened the sense of isolation, of being completely removed from the world outside.

Roman followed, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He poured them each a glass of whiskey, handing one to her. His fingers lingered over hers, the touch igniting something electric between them.

He leaned against one of the beams, the candlelight casting sharp shadows across his face. “I won’t be substituting for your class much longer,” he said, his voice low and deliberate.

The statement hung in the air, its weight pressing down on her. Alicia swallowed hard, the glass trembling slightly in her hand. “What do you mean?”

“A month,” he said, his gaze fixed on her. “That’s all I have left.”

Alicia’s chest tightened, her emotions swirling in a chaotic mess she couldn’t sort through. Relief and loss tangled together, leaving her off balance.

“Why tell me this?” she asked, her voice stern.

Roman set his glass down, stepping closer to her. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though he were giving her time to run if she wanted to. She didn’t.

“Because you need to understand something,” he said, his tone darker now. “This doesn’t end when I leave that classroom.”

The words sent a shiver through her, a mix of fear and exhilaration. His presence felt overwhelming, suffocating in the most addictive way.

“What are you saying?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Roman reached out, his fingers brushing the curve of her jaw before tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His touch was firm but not rough, his eyes burning with intensity. “I don’t share, Alicia. And I don’t let go.”

Her breath hitched, the raw possessiveness in his tone making her heart pound. It should’ve scared her, but instead, it ignited something deep within her—a dangerous craving she didn’t want to admit.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice dropping to a near growl. “Do you understand that?”

Alicia’s lips parted, but no words came. The tension between them crackled, the air thick with unspoken desires. Roman took another step closer, his body pressing against hers, his hand sliding to the small of her back.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his lips hovering just above hers. “If this is too much, tell me now.”

Alicia’s pulse raced, her mind screaming warnings she didn’t want to hear. She could feel the heat of him, the way his body seemed to cage her in, leaving no escape.

But instead of pulling away, she tilted her head up, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

Roman’s lips crashed against hers, the kiss consuming and relentless. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as the world outside the gazebo disappeared. The kiss deepened, and she clung to him, her glass slipping from her fingers and shattering on the wooden floor.

The sound barely registered. All that mattered was the intensity of his touch, the way he seemed to unravel her with every move. The night around them felt darker, the glow of the candles casting their shadows into something almost primal.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Roman growled against her lips, his voice thick with restraint.

“Then show me,” she dared, her voice shaky but defiant.

Roman’s eyes darkened, a wicked smile curving his lips as he pressed her against one of the beams. The rough wood bit into her back, grounding her in the chaos of the moment.

“Careful what you ask for, Alicia,” he murmured, his lips brushing her neck as his hands roamed lower.

Roman’s hands gripped Alicia’s waist with an unyielding force, his eyes locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity that made her feel like the world had fallen away. Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the edge of the gazebo’s wooden railing. The slight sway of the structure beneath her added an element of precariousness, but the firm grip of his hands on her hips anchored her in place.

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as he stepped between her thighs, spreading them slightly to fit himself closer. The soft flicker of candlelight danced across his features, making him appear almost otherworldly—dangerous, commanding, irresistible.

“Alicia,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re going to let me ruin you, aren’t you?”

She didn’t trust her voice to respond, so she nodded, her lips parting as a faint whimper escaped. Roman’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk before he trailed his hands down the curve of her hips, his touch slow and deliberate.

His fingers brushed the hem of her skirt, pushing it up inch by agonizing inch. Alicia gasped softly, her hands gripping the edge of the railing behind her for support. The cool night air kissed her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his touch.

Roman’s gaze dropped, darkening with desire as he slid his hands higher, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of her thighs. “So soft,” he murmured, almost to himself, his tone filled with reverence and possession.

Alicia’s breath hitched when his hand slipped between her legs, his fingers tracing the line of her panties with maddening slowness. The friction was light, teasing, enough to make her squirm and let out a small, needy whimper.

“Patience,” he said, his tone a mixture of warning and amusement. “I’ll give you what you want. But you’ll take it when I decide.”

His fingers hooked around the edge of her panties, pulling them aside with deliberate precision. Alicia’s head tipped back, her lips parting in a silent gasp as the night air brushed against her most sensitive skin.

Roman didn’t hesitate. He slid a single finger inside her, the intrusion slow and measured, as though savoring the way her body tensed and then melted around him. Alicia let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the railing tighter as her knees trembled.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice dark and velvety.

Her gaze snapped back to his, her wide eyes meeting his intense stare. The connection between them was electric, the weight of his possessiveness pressing down on her like a physical force.

“You’re already so perfect for me,” he murmured, his free hand cupping her jaw as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He added a second finger, stretching her, opening her up with deliberate care. Alicia’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking slightly against his hand as her body adjusted to the sensation. Each movement was precise, designed to draw her deeper into the haze of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You take everything I give you so well.”

The combination of his words and his touch was intoxicating, pulling her further into a world where nothing else existed but him. Her mind spun, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment, her whimpers and moans blending with the soft crackle of the candle flames and the distant sounds of the night.

Roman leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a featherlight touch that left her wanting more. “Tell me how it feels,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

“Perfect,” she managed to gasp, her voice shaky but sincere. “It feels perfect.”

His smirk widened, his thumb stroking her cheek as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements. “You don’t even know what perfect is yet, Alicia,” he said, his tone dripping with promise. “But you will.”

Roman withdrew slowly, his fingers lingering as if he didn’t want to lose the connection. The sudden absence made Alicia gasp softly, her body still trembling and sensitive from his touch. He took a deliberate step back, his dark eyes roving over her with an intensity that left her breathless. It was as if he were memorizing every curve, every shiver, every mark he had left on her.

The faint scrape of his shoes against the wooden gazebo floor echoed in the quiet night as he reached for his belt. Alicia's wide eyes followed his every move, her breath catching in her throat. He undid the buckle with a practiced ease, the metallic clink of the clasp filling the air between them. Her pulse raced as he pulled the leather free, letting it slip through his fingers before tossing it aside.

Roman's gaze never left hers, holding her captive as he moved to the button of his pants. The deliberate pop of the button and the slow descent of the zipper sent a new wave of heat coursing through her. When the fabric finally fell to the floor with a muffled thud, the sound reverberated through her, sending an electric charge straight to her core.

Alicia’s breath hitched, her thighs clenching instinctively as she felt the slick evidence of her arousal drip down to the floor beneath her. The cool night air kissed her overheated skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire Roman ignited with his intense, possessive gaze.

"You’re a mess, Alicia," he murmured, his voice rough with restrained desire. A flicker of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as if he took pride in what he’d done to her.

Alicia’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. There was no denying the magnetic pull between them, no resisting the way her body responded to him. Roman stepped closer, his towering frame enveloping her in a cocoon of heat and power.

Roman’s hand moved with unhurried precision, wrapping firmly around the base of his impressive length. His thumb teased along the vein running up the side as he began to stroke himself, each deliberate motion sending a quiet tension humming through the air. His eyes locked onto Alicia’s, their dark intensity unwavering, holding her captive in a gaze that seemed to strip her bare all over again.

He leaned slightly forward, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips as he gathered the moisture in his mouth and let it fall onto his shaft. The slickness made each movement of his hand smoother, the obscene sound of it filling the otherwise silent night. Alicia’s breath hitched, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to keep from whimpering aloud.

Her eyes trailed downward, taking in every detail of him. He had to be at least nine inches, impossibly thick, with a flushed pink hue that made him almost painfully alluring. The head was perfectly shaped, glistening faintly under the moonlight. It was maddeningly tempting, the kind of sight that left her body aching with need and her thoughts in chaos.

Alicia’s thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to quell the throbbing ache that intensified with every stroke of his hand. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. How could she? The raw, undeniable hunger emanating from Roman was enough to render her completely powerless.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” His voice was low, almost a growl, each word dripping with the confidence of a man who knew exactly how irresistible he was.

Alicia swallowed hard, her mouth dry despite the way her body practically wept for him. “I—” she started, but her voice faltered, and she bit her lip again, her nails digging into the wood of the gazebo as she tried to steady herself.

Roman chuckled darkly, his strokes quickening ever so slightly. “You can’t even speak, can you?” he murmured, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. “You’re ready to fall apart just from watching, aren’t you?”

She could only nod faintly, her eyes never leaving him. The sight of his hand gliding up and down, the way his muscles tensed with every movement—it was too much. Her body quivered, and she could feel the slickness between her thighs becoming unbearable. She was certain she could fall over the edge with nothing but the sight of him and the heat of his voice guiding her there.

Roman’s smirk deepened, his free hand reaching out to tilt her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze fully. “Then come here, Alicia,” he said, his voice a command that sent a shiver racing through her.

Roman’s movements were deliberate as he approached her, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her trembling frame. Alicia’s breath hitched when he knelt slightly, his hands firm yet gentle as he spread her thighs wider, exposing her completely to him. The cool night air caressed her heated skin, amplifying the ache building deep within her.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she felt the blunt, swollen head of his cock brushing against her entrance. A gasp escaped her lips at the sensation, her hips instinctively shifting toward him, desperate for more. Roman’s hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place with a possessiveness that made her heart race.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that left no room for disobedience.

Alicia’s eyes snapped open, locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear, dark and commanding, yet laced with a tenderness that sent shivers through her. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to.

Roman began to push forward, the head breaching her slick entrance. Both of their mouths fell open at the sensation. Alicia let out a soft, broken moan, her hands gripping the edges of the gazebo railing for support as he stretched her inch by inch. His size was overwhelming, every slow, deliberate thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck,” Roman groaned, his voice strained. His fingers dug into her hips, anchoring her as he buried himself deeper. “You feel so damn good, Alicia.”

She whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words. Her nails scraped against the wood as he filled her completely, the sensation almost too much to handle. Her walls clenched around him, earning a deep, guttural growl from his chest.

Roman paused for a moment, fully seated inside her, as if savoring the feeling. His hands slid up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before returning to her hips. “You take me so well,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Alicia’s heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shaky gasps. “Roman…” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling with need.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he began to move. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside her. Alicia cried out into his mouth, her body arching toward him, seeking more.

Roman didn’t hold back. His pace quickened, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the quiet night, mingling with Alicia’s breathless moans and Roman’s low, guttural groans.

Her head fell back, her lips parted as pleasure consumed her. Roman took the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to leave a mark. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” he commanded again, his voice thick with desire. Alicia’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. The sight of him, his jaw clenched and his muscles taut as he pounded into her, was enough to send her over the edge.

Her body tightened around him, a broken cry escaping her lips as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Roman groaned loudly, his rhythm faltering as her walls clenched around him. He drove into her a few more times before finding his release, his body shuddering against hers.

For a moment, the world was still. The only sounds were their labored breaths and the faint rustle of the wind through the trees. Roman stayed close, his hands gently smoothing over her trembling thighs as they both came down from their high.

“You’re mine, Alicia,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with possessiveness. “Don’t forget that.”

Alicia’s chest heaved as she nodded, her heart racing at the intensity of his words. She didn’t have the strength—or the desire—to argue.

Roman pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back, his hands steadying her as he helped her down from the gazebo. They stood there in the candlelight, the reality of what had just happened settling between them.

“We should go,” he said after a moment, his tone softer now.

Alicia nodded, letting him lead her back to the car. But as they walked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this night had changed everything.

As Roman drove her back to her house, the silence in the car was thick with unspoken words. Alicia stared out the window, her thoughts spinning in a chaotic mess. Her body still hummed with the aftermath of their encounter, but the weight of what they’d just done settled heavily in her chest.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, pulling her out of her thoughts. Frowning, she picked it up and glanced at the screen. The sight of Damon’s name made her stomach drop.

Damon: "Fucking the teacher in the gazebo, huh? Just wait 'til everyone finds out about this shit."

Alicia’s breath hitched, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart raced, panic clawing its way up her throat. How the hell did he know?

“Everything okay?” Roman’s deep voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. His eyes briefly flicked toward her, concern etched into his features.

Alicia quickly locked her phone, shoving it into her bag. “Yeah,” she said, her voice strained. “Just a stupid message. Nothing important.”

Roman didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press her. Instead, his hand moved to her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze as his attention returned to the road.

But Alicia couldn’t shake the feeling of dread creeping over her. Damon knew. And if he was threatening to tell everyone, things were about to get a lot more complicated—and dangerous.

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