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simplyraeblue · 2 months ago

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warnings/tags: no smut this time, swearing, angst, not really any warnings but prepare yourself y'all A/N: not gonna lie, as I started this I was thinking it was gonna be so good but then i edited it and now I hate it but don't have the energy to fix it ദ്ദി(ó﹏ò｡) I promise the last part is gonna be better than this

index part thirteen | part fifteen

part fourteen word count : 3,531

with how great things were going, you’d begun to regret signing the lease on your new apartment. Sukuna had been… tolerable, and your relationship with Choso was progressing to a comfortability you’d greatly miss. while watching Yuji and Megumi make out on movie nights wasn’t your favorite thing ever, you knew you wouldn’t ever escape from that even if you did move out.

considering you’d signed your lease just yesterday, you figured tonight would be the night to break the news to Choso. of course, you’d already let it slip to Yuji pretty soon after you’d found the right apartment but he’d sworn himself to secrecy – after beginning on his knees for you to stay. you’d thought of the perfect plan: ply Choso with a homecooked meal, wine, and a new lingerie set you’d splurged on to soften the blow.

you had been worried all day about how he’d take the news – would he be supportive or be distraught? hopefully the former. if Choso had begged as Yuji had, you knew you’d end up staying for him, even if you had to gain some sort of independence.

so here you were, wrapping up the hefty dinner you’d cooked for your boyfriend with time to spare so you could change and get ready for his arrival. you’d instructed Yuji to take him on some “errands” just so you could get everything set up and surprise him. the dining table, now set with dinnerware and already filled glasses of wine, looked cozy as you lit the candles adorning the top of it. hell, you’d even found a jazz lofi playlist to have in the background.

as you primped your hair and makeup a little bit, you eyed the lacy black teddy laying on your bedspread. while black wasn’t necessarily Choso’s favorite color, he sure did wear a lot of it so you hoped he liked your choice. you gently slipped it on and adjusted your breasts to make them stand out a little more – of course, as a distraction for Choso.

throwing on a loose and flowy dress over it to cover up for now, you opened your bedroom door to go wait for Choso and stopped in your tracks.

“put that wine down, it’s not for you!” you shouted as you stomped over to the dining table – Sukuna froze with the glass halfway to his lips as he heard your voice. he was still stunned as you snatched it from his hand before setting it gently back in its place. “you’re not supposed to be here, I thought you had plans?”

“I did, canceled ‘em because I didn’t want to go anymore.” Sukuna shrugged, but his face still showed a hint of confusion. “what’s all this for?”

you fiddled with your fingers as he stared at you – this wouldn’t do. no one was supposed to be home tonight, leaving the house to you and Choso to have alone time. Yuji hadn’t argued when you suggested he stayed at Megumi’s, and you’d thought Sukuna would already be half drunk with his friends by now.

“you need to find somewhere else to be.” you stated as you crossed your arms, hoping he didn’t ask any more questions.

“this a date or somethin’?” Sukuna asked as he raised a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. “any special occasion?”

“not a special occasion, just wanted to do something nice for Choso.” you briefly answered before grabbing his shoulders and pushing him backward towards the door. Sukuna didn’t fight with you as he started stepping back, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “as I said, you need to go. I can’t have you here when he comes back.”

“why? because it’ll be too awkward?” he shot back, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“there’s no reason for it to be awkward.” you replied, crossing your arms as if to emphasize your point.

“but you’d be surrounded by two people in love with you.” Sukuna countered, his words hanging heavy in the air.

your footsteps stilled, the impact of his statement sinking in. Sukuna’s gaze sharpened at your hesitation, and he leaned in slightly, a softer expression replacing his earlier playfulness.

“don’t… don’t say things like that.” you stammered, heat rising to your cheeks. what was he talking about? he didn’t love you; you had spent so long convincing yourself of that just to cope. “you can’t possibly mean that.”

Sukuna tilted his head, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. “why not? what if I do?”

your heart raced, and you struggled to find your voice. “because it’s… it’s not possible. you can’t just throw around words like that.”

he stepped closer, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something more serious. “listen… I know what I did. and I’m truly sorry. you deserve a far longer apology than this, but I need you to know that I am sorry. I’ve put in the work, I’ve been going to therapy and figuring shit out – and one of the many things I learned is that I do love you.”

his words hung in the air, and a storm of emotions swirled within you. this was the worst possible time for this. Sukuna should have apologized long ago, not on this particular night when you’re waiting for Choso to come home.

oh shit, Choso. you quickly glance away at the clock – he’s going to walk through the door any second now.

“Choso will be here soon.” your voice cracked as you tried to reign in your emotions. if Sukuna truly wanted to apologize, he could have picked a better time to do it. “please, if you really feel bad about the past, then respect my wishes and just go.”

“look, I know it’s complicated but-“

“no, it’s not complicated; it’s not fair.” you snapped, harsher than you had intended. Sukuna stepped back, as if you’d physically pushed him, and stared at you in shock. “you should have apologized ages ago, you should have figured your shit out before you hurt me. I mean, physically and mentally hurt me, Sukuna.”

“I know, I know, and I want to give you a better apology but-“ Sukuna started again, only to pause when you raised your hand to stop him.

the sound of keys in the door made your heart sink to your stomach. Sukuna picked up on it too after you’d stopped him from rambling, and he steeled himself for who was going to walk through the door.

when the door swung open, Choso stepped inside with a bright smile that faltered as he noticed you two. “um, what’s going on?” his smile dropped completely as he scanned the room and noted the romantic setting.

“it’s not what it looks like.” Sukuna told him, crossing his arms over his chest as you sent a glare his way. like that didn’t sound incriminating.

“I was trying to surprise you, but Sukuna was just leaving.” you explained as you gave Sukuna a light shove toward the door. you silently wished he’d drop everything and just leave your conversation behind.

to your surprise, it was Choso who wasn’t ready to let it go. he immediately came to your side with a gentle hand and cupped your cheek. “are you okay?” he asked softly, concern etched across his features.

Sukuna tutted, he rolled his eyes. “why wouldn’t she be?”

“because we both know you and how you act.” Choso snapped, his protective instinct kicking in.

“I was just apologizing to her for-“

you quickly raised your hands up to stop Sukuna from continuing, heart racing at the thought of him exposing everything right here. “just apologizing for interrupting, right?”

Sukuna gave you a quizzical look, confusion flickering in his eyes before he shook his head. “you can drop the act if you’re doing it for my sake. it’s not like he doesn’t already know what happened.”

what?

you felt your heart sink at Sukuna’s words, panic surging through you. “what do you mean he already knows?” you demanded, shooting a nervous glance at Choso. his expression shifted to one of guilt, eyes wide and mouth agape as he met your gaze. “what does he mean, Choso?”

“wait, he never told you?” Sukuna asked, a low chuckle escaping him. when you shot him an icy glare, he gulped and offered a sympathetic smile. “Choso knows about what happened. he heard you yelling at me in the kitchen one night, and even gave me the death glare when I caught him standing at the top of the steps afterward.”

Choso… he knew? all this time? that argument felt like it had happened ages ago, a memory already blurred in your mind. you turned back to Choso, unable to hold back the tears welling in your eyes. “you… did you really know? for that long and you never thought to say anything?”

“yes.” Choso’s answer was short and direct, but his lips parted as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words. silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

“why didn’t you say anything?” you pressed, your voice trembling.

Choso’s gaze dropped to the floor, a flicker of regret passing over his features. “I didn’t… I didn’t want it to change things between us. you were opening up to me, and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“opening up intimately?” Sukuna questioned, and you whipped around to face him.

“stay out of this.” you snapped, but Choso was already taking steps forward toward him.

“you shut your mouth.” Choso growled as he pointed a finger at Sukuna. Sukuna only rolled his eyes in response, but when he glanced at you and took in your distraught state, his expression hardened.

“listen, what happened in the past was a mistake, on my part.” Sukuna started, his voice tense as Choso glared at him and you looked away. “and I’m truly sorry. I’ll spend every day apologizing if I need to – but if you want to be angry about it, take it out on me. don’t do this in front of her.”

Choso chuckled darkly, his finger pressed against Sukuna’s chest now. “like you’re one to act high and mighty. I should have kicked your ass the moment I found out it was you who hurt her like that.”

you were frozen, mentally and physically, as your gaze focused on the floor. this was exactly what you’d wanted to avoid from the beginning. did Yuji know? or the others? had Sukuna and Choso talked about it? there were too many questions swirling in your mind for you to even begin comprehending.

“and you can still kick my ass if you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love her.”

“no you don’t, you can go to all the therapy you want but it doesn’t change who you are.”

“I’m working on it, give me a fucking break.”

you’d had enough. the night was beyond ruined, your makeup now smeared down your face as the two of them argued as if you weren’t there. this wasn’t healthy, and guilt gnawed at you. you shouldn’t have gotten involved with Sukuna, and you shouldn’t have fallen for Choso… all of this was your fault.

“I’m moving out.” your soft confession cut through the tension, making both Choso and Sukuna turn to you with wide eyes.

“what?” Sukuna asked, his voice low, but before he could think to move towards you Choso was already at your side

Choso’s expression softened, a stark contrast to the anger he’d had on display. “you don’t have to do that, angel. we can figure it out.”

you looked up at him, your heart aching. you wanted desperately for things to be okay or to start all over – but you couldn’t. you’d ruined things. sure, Sukuna had hurt you and Choso had hidden his knowledge of what happened, but it was you who caused all of it.

“I signed the lease yesterday. it’s done.” you confessed as Choso’s eyebrows furrowed, sadness washing over his face. “I thought… I thought it was for the best, but now I know it is. I can’t be the reason this house falls apart. if not for your sake, then Yuji’s. he needs his brothers.”

“I’ll go.” Sukuna’s voice broke the tense silence, drawing your gaze away from Choso and towards him. “this is my fault; I should be the one to move out.”

“yeah, maybe you should since-“

“enough.” you bit out to interrupt Choso, who now looked hurt. “enough fighting, enough tiptoeing around it, enough of this.” you gestured between the two of them. “I should have never gotten involved. Yuji is my best friend; I won’t tear his family apart.”

Sukuna fell silent while Choso reached for your hands, enclosing them in his. “if you hadn’t gotten involved, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” tears shimmered in his eyes as he looked deeply into yours, and your heart felt like it was fracturing like glass.

“I do love you. but… I can’t do this.”

and at that moment, the last piece of your heart shattered.

the silence that followed was deafening, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Choso’s grip on your hands tightened, his expression a mix of anguish and disbelief. “please don’t say that.” he whispered, his voice cracking. “we can work through this together. we love each other.”

you shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. “love isn’t enough right now. there’s too much pain, too many complications. I can’t be the cause of any more hurt, not to you or to Yuji.”

Sukuna shifted, his expression unreadable. “you think leaving will solve everything? running away won’t make the problems disappear.”

“it’s not about running away.” you replied, your voice trembling. you looked away from Choso to Sukuna, stunned to see his eyes glossy as he stared intensely at you. “I need to step back and let you both figure this out without me in the way.”

Choso’s face fell, and he looked like a lost puppy. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” he said softly. “you mean everything to me.”

your heart ached at his words. “I know, and it kills me to say this. but staying would only hurt everyone in the end.”

with a heavy heart, you stepped back towards the door, creating distance between the three of you. “I need to go. I’m going to go over to Megumi’s for now, and meet up with Yuji.”

as you turned to leave, Choso reached out, desperation in his voice. “wait! just give me a chance to fix this.”

you glanced up at Sukuna, who only gave you a small supportive nod, before looking back to Choso to see the pain etched on his face. “you deserve happiness, Choso. and I hope you find it… with or without me.”

with that, you walked out, your heart in pieces. you breathed in the cold air to steel yourself before starting to the journey to Megumi’s. you knew it was going to be a long night, debriefing your best friend and crying yourself to sleep, but it had to be the for the best.

right?

you had done something stupid; you told yourself that over and over as you walked down the street. sure, Choso and Sukuna didn’t have a brotherly bond, different parents and whatnot, but because of Yuji, they were brothers. and then you came in.

first, you thought Sukuna actually liked you, and then that got fucked up. then, you go and fall for Choso, the other brother. and of course, somehow that got fucked up as well. maybe that one wasn’t anyone’s fault, but you couldn’t stick around to see how you’d mess it up further. he deserved better than that. hell, you’d even say Sukuna deserves someone right for him.

and what was it with Sukuna dropping a love bomb? surely, he just didn’t know what love truly was; he didn’t love you. how could he? when he’d hurt you as much as he did, whether he realized it or not.

but Choso loved you. and you really did love him. had you ever gotten to actually say it? the words “I love you”? did he know how much it was truly breaking your heart to walk away?

you hadn’t realized you were crying silently until you saw Megumi’s face when his front door swung open. soft, sympathetic eyes, the same ones you’d already seen from two others today. it made you sick; you didn’t deserve it.

“I – hic – where’s Yuji?” you hiccupped as you asked, and immediately Megumi called out behind him before letting you step into the apartment.

Yuji came almost running around the corner, phone pressed to his ear, and he looked almost relieved to see you. almost. “yeah, she just got here safely. of course I’m gonna take care of her. okay, I’m hanging up now.” Yuji ended whatever call he had been on before rushing over and enveloping you in a hug. “what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?”

“he loved me.” you whispered through sniffles, clutching the fabric of Yuji’s sweatshirt between your fists. Yuji shushed you as he motioned towards Megumi to come and join the hug as well. while Megumi wasn’t big on physical contact – with anyone but Yuji – he didn’t hesitate and you soon were wrapped up by both of them.

“should I call Nobara?” Megumi questioned in a hushed voice. you shook your head in answer, even though you knew he was talking to Yuji.

“don’t wanna bother her.” you told him, but Yuji sighed. you knew what he was going to say next, so you continued ahead of him. “fine, call her. I know you’re going to do it anyway.”

after Megumi disappeared to make the call, Yuji pulled away to hold onto your shoulders and look at you. “what happened? talk to me.” he urged as you wiped away the tears and snot smeared on your face.

“I really fucked up, Yuji.” you cried. “he loved me, and I messed up your family, and I should have never thought I could be happy because look what I did.”

Yuji fiercely shook his head at you, lips set in a firm frown. “you didn’t mess up my family. you do deserve happiness, haven’t I always told you that. besides, Sukuna was wrong to tell you he loved you but he-“

“wait, Sukuna?” you cut him off, brows furrowed in confusion. “how did you know?”

“Sukuna was the one who called me, and told me to make sure you were safe. I thought you would’ve known that?” Yuji raised an eyebrow, as confused as you were now. you were stunned – what exactly did Yuji know? “he told me what he said, and what happened between you and Choso because of it.”

you couldn’t find the words you wanted to say – that you weren’t upset about Sukuna. truthfully, it was the least of your concerns. you had been referring to Choso the entire time. but Sukuna had called Yuji?

“I think you should sit down before we continue this conversation.” you muttered as you averted your gaze, silently prepping yourself to tell your best friend everything that had happened from the moment you first stepped into his house.

needless to say, it was a long night as you gave Yuji and Megumi a recap of everything – including what happened with Sukuna. even all the brotherly love in the world couldn't stop the sound of Yuji yelling at Sukuna on the phone in the other room. even Megumi had been clenching and unclenching his fists on the couch next to you as you both listened in on the conversation.

when Yuji had felt somewhat satisfied, he’d returned to your side, and promptly pulled you into an embrace before murmuring apologies like water rushing from a dam. in the end, you were consoling him, both of you becoming puddles of tears together while Megumi bore witness.

and at the end of it all, you’d heard the words “it’s not your fault” enough to last you a lifetime. but, no matter how many times Yuji said the words, they never stuck with you. because losing Choso was your fault.

it was all that mattered to you now. the mental image of Choso’s heartbroken expression flashing through your mind all night, even as you tried to fall asleep with tears still in your eyes.

you had to let it go, eventually. if you had just fallen for him first, none of this would have happened – but it did. it had all happened, and the past was still there, sitting in that house and soaked into the walls. and it would follow you, even if you had gone back when your feet wanted to carry you there.

you’d move forward, try to move on – it was all you could do to try and give Choso better. and maybe, only in your dreams, you’d find each other again eventually.

that dream was the only reason you fell asleep that night, looking forward to meeting him again as you closed your eyes.

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emsfallingsky · 2 months ago

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Venus & Asmodeus (Chapter 1)

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Word count: 7k

Pairings: Jake au x female! reader, Danny au x female! reader

Warnings: 18+ content!!! MINORS DNI!!! Demon/ vampire/ fae sort of/ other worldly being shit...so there's going to be blood...lots of blood, gore, violence, rituals, blood rituals, demonic rituals, blood drinking, blood offerings, death, devil/ demon worship. -Alcohol, smoking, drug use, cursing, adult dancing/ strip club, mentions of prostitution

-Smut Including: M dom & F sub, kissing, making out, touching, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk, praise kink, biting, blood, period sex, edging, orgasm denial, choking, threesomes, orgies, hair pulling, fingering, oral (m & f), spanking, impact play, pain kink, knife play, spitting, angst, voyeurism and jealousy

The cold breeze whips around me. It wraps its hands around my skin while its teeth sink into my bare legs, chilling me to the bone. I instinctively grab the thin material of my black silk robe to pull around me, hoping to ward off the frigid air but it did little to suppress the shivers that wracked through my body.

The alleyway I stand in is dimly lit from the help of one of the streetlamps across the street. It brightens the entrance, leaving the rest of the alley in almost pure darkness. Its light casts an eerie russet brown color along the stone wall, making the shadows that dance upon it appear watery--almost like they’re an illusion to the eye.

I draw my attention away from the street and cast my gaze above me where I see the moon at its full strength in its cycle. Its light casts a halo around itself, adding its own light to the dark night sky. Distant clouds crowd around it, entangling and smothering its light.

A leaf clicks and tumbles down the street and the breeze moves the branches of the trees making its branches look like long skeletal fingers trying to pluck any sort of life it can grab back into their bare open limbs.

I lean my head against the cold stone of the wall, which makes me cringe when I feel its bite against my skin. I close my eyes for a moment, in hopes to prepare myself for the night ahead of me. I can hear the subtle bass from inside the club and feel my pulse matching the rhythm.

Right as I shut my eyes, I instantly opened them upon hearing the sound of the back door opening. The loud music from inside the club pours into the alleyway. I turn my head to the side and see Yesenia (or Senie as I like to call her) but around here, she is otherwise known as her stage name, Jupiter.

She steps out of the threshold of the building, the door shutting behind her with a small click as it latches back into place, drowning out the music and making it sound muffled.

Yesenia is dressed in similar attire as me and I watch her hands frantically reaching for the fabric of her own robe– an orange creamsicle color. The robe slides down a bit, exposing her slim shoulders and prominent collar bones that would make any nineties supermodel jealous.

If it wasn’t for her immaculate bone structure that I always swore were crafted by the gods themselves, then it would surely be the long set of dark legs that seemed to almost glisten in the moonlight. In fact, I’m positive they actually were glistening since she always doused herself in body glitter before going on stage. Even without her heels on, she always seemed to tower above people.

As she approaches, I catch a glimpse of the creamsicle lingerie she has hidden beneath her robe and a small smirk forms on my lips. I can make out her features more clearly as she walks to the middle of the alleyway where the dim light illuminates her face. I see her long, dark dreadlocks fall to her waist where gold cuffs are threaded into each lock. I take in her prominent, high set cheekbones and her plump lips which are painted with a thin layer of lip gloss. Her golden honey eyes glisten in the moonlight and I see she has on her typical makeup which consists of a honey colored smokey eye, long lashes and pink blush set along the apples of her cheeks. Even after knowing Yesenia for over five years, I sometimes am still struck by her beauty. I often think if I wasn’t a fellow dancer– let alone one of her best friends– I might risk it all just to spend one night with her.

She walks closer to me; I hear her mutter a faint curse at the harsh weather before she flashes a quick smile which I return. She comes to stand beside me, and I see her hand reach into the pocket of her robe as she fetches out a carton of cigarettes and a metal lighter. She pops the cigarette between her lips and brings the lighter up to its end. I hear the flick of her finger over the lighter as she tries to light it but because of the wind, she seems to struggle. I sigh and playfully roll my eyes before I step to the side of her and cup my hand around the end of the cigarette to block out the wind. The end of the cigarette finally sparks, and I watch the cherry glow as she inhales and then slowly lets the smoke roll out from between her lips.

I come to stand back beside her against the wall and watch as her head falls back against the stone, her eyes darting up to look at the sky. “Full moon tonight huh?” Yesenia asks while passing me the cigarette. I pluck it from her fingers and see the faint stain of her lip gloss around the end before I pop it between my own lips. I inhale the smoke, feeling the calming effects of it enter my body and then slowly exhale while leaning my head back against the wall. “Guess so,” I say, my voice coming out a bit low and gravely from the smoke. I hand the cigarette back to Yesenia and see the soft curve of her mouth stretch up into a small smile as she turns her head to face me. “We’re gonna have a hell of a night then.”

“Don’t get me started,” I groan, clutching the robe closer against my skin as another gust of wind chills me to my very bones and whips my hair around me.

“Don’t start with that. You know that it brings out the good customers,” she says, giving me a cunning smile, plucking the cigarette from between my fingers.

“Trueee” I say drawing out the word, “but we also know it can sometimes brings out the bad.”

Yesenia playfully rolls her eyes and chuckles. “Well, we can only hope a rich prince comes in tonight and we can walk away with six months’ rent.”

I arch a brow her way and tilt my head to the side. “Now that would make my night worthwhile.”

“And even if that’s not the case and we do get some…handsy customers, that’s why our security is top notch and that’s why we have Steve working tonight.”

A soft chuckle escapes me, and I nod. “Thank god for Steve.”

“Thank fucking god for Steve,” she replies back.

The door opens again, and I see Joe poke his head out, the wind blowing his brown hair over his face. “Venus! Jupiter! There you are! Jupiter you’re on in ten and Venus you have a private lap dance in fifteen up in VIP– God damn it's cold out here! Go on now, can’t have our two best dancers out here getting frostbite.”

The side of Yesenia’s face turns up in a smile and she drops the cigarette out of her hand, letting it fall into the gravel before stomping on it with her fluffy orange slipper that matches her robe. A small grin comes across my face at the sight, and I follow after her.

She walks back towards the door, stopping just before Joe as she flashes him one of her brilliant smiles and places a soft hand atop his shoulder. “Do you really mean it? We’re the best dancers here?” The top of Joe’s cheeks turns red, and he smile softly at her. “Of course I do. You two are our seasoned veterans. There’s a reason why people come in here and ask for the two of you by name.”

Yesenia smiles up at Joe and kisses him on the cheek before turning down the hall to the dressing rooms where the music surrounds us and the familiar bass of it booms into my chest. I follow her down the hall after giving Joe a small nod but notice his gaze cast on Yesenia as she breezes down the hallway.

Once behind the door of the dressing room, I watch Yesenia settle into her chair and grab her makeup bag. I settle myself beside her on my own chair and cast her a look. “What?” she asks, leaning into the mirror that runs the whole length of the wall as she starts to retouch her makeup. I let out a deep sigh and lean forward in my chair, propping my head on my hand as I continue to look at her. I can sense her getting annoyed but can see her trying to fight the smile that threatens to play on her lips.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for you to stop teasing him and finally give in– I mean you’ve seen the way he looks at you right?” I say arching a brow.

Yesenia rolls her eyes and sighs, as she grabs for her mascara and starts to apply it to her long lashes. “Oh, I know V, but it would be wrong.”

“And why’s that?” I ask, sitting back in my chair, crossing a leg over my other.

“Because we work together.”

“So?” I say with a casual shrug. Yesenia lets out another sign and sticks the brush of her mascara back in her tube before angling her body towards me in her chair. “So, it would be wrong and not professional.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh please, let’s be real now. Is this what you would call professional?” I ask, waving a hand to gesture to the room where other dancers float in, retouching their makeup, adjusting their outfits or strapping on the eight-inch heels that I’ve become so accustomed to wearing. A small frown appears on Yesenia's face, “Is what we do not professional to you?”

“Oh, I didn’t say us.” I say pointing a finger between the two of us. “We’re fucking brilliant. I just meant all of this… It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, you know.”

“Oh, trust me I know,” she says, grabbing another brush from inside her bag. She fetches out an eyeshadow pallet and starts to blend some of the eyeshadow onto her lid. After a few moments she finally says, “he’ll live.”

I glance her way and give a small nod of my head. “Then let’s hope we all live through tonight.”

Just as predicted, The Inferno was wild and rampant with energy. Yesenia had left before me to the stage which left me a few minutes to get myself ready. I had given myself a once over in the mirror, before I stepped out onto the floor. I had dressed myself in my staple colors of red and black– a color combination I had been assigned at first but now had grown to love.

I decided on a sheer red set that had lace that left little to the imagination. Running along the edges of it was black lace material and matching bows that fell between my breasts and the side of my hip bones where my black and red G-string was placed. I then chose one of my favorite dance heels. They were eight inches but nothing I wasn’t used to. They were all black except for under the toe box and along the back where it was red with black laces zigzagging through it, making the heel appear to be laced as a corset might be.

At first when I was a baby dancer, I was shy, timid and often not a fan of having to reveal so much of myself but now I felt nothing but confident. Every time I put on whatever set I had decided on for that night and let myself slip into a different persona of who I was, it left me feeling invigorated.

I had come to realize that while not only my dancing and my body, which to me was lackluster at best–even though Yesenia would often comment on my curves and how she was jealous of them–it was the energy I could conduct from a room. This sort of power I had over them.

I started to channel that power into my movements even when I wasn’t dancing. I would walk with my head held high, my shoulders back and flaunt myself. There was a thrill in this game– this sort of power play that I wholly had control over.

Most of the customers were wealthy businessmen who in their corporate lives had the upper hand but here, I was in charge. And something about having complete strength over myself and my body was true bliss.

In a way, my dancing is what made me feel the most powerful and confident. There was something so primal about letting myself go and not having to second guess myself when my body decided on what movements it would make. I think that with that, came a lot of trust with myself. If there was a move I was doing or wanted to do I would go for it whereas when I first started dancing, I let my mind get the best of me and I would look sloppy or a bit unsure and skittish.

When watching other dancers, you could truly tell who the ones were who got the most out of it and who actually enjoyed it. But don’t get me wrong, part of that can be utter bullshit.

For me and many other dancers, we didn’t go into this thinking, ‘oh yeah, this is fun and cute, and I just love to dance’. Maybe for some, but not for most. You go into this work simply because you need the money, and this was the best thing you could think of to get it. I know that was the case for me.

I first started dancing because my day-to-day job was simply not cutting it and I wasn’t able to afford day to day expenses and had to scrape money together just to afford rent, ask friend or family for a few extra bills here and there or shit—I even would sell different services to men which now makes me cringe but at the time, I didn’t bat an eye to it.

I know other dancers who started dancing straight out of high school to be able to afford things like tuition, rent or even to provide for their family and children. You hear the word ‘hustle’ being thrown around in clubs and that’s because this is what this work is. It’s all about the hustle. You make sure that when you’re going up on stage or doing a dance that’s one on one, that you give it your all because at the end of the day, it truly is all about the money you can rake in. Because if you go up there and your dance is sloppy or you look lazy, well then shit, you’re not going to go home with more than a few hundred bucks in your pocket, if that.

There were some dancers who had a dance background and when watching them, you could see the subtle implications of that through their movements. I found it really interesting to see the different blends of dance shine through when it came time for them to perform.

There were other dancers that were self-taught or practiced in a pole studio weekly to keep up their endurance and strength. Some of them trained specifically in pole and others had a variation of ‘club’ styled moves like freestyle, boudoir dance, contemporary or even aerial silks. I personally had dance experience in contemporary but then found a pole studio where I went and practiced. I mostly stuck to pole but loved freestyle and boudoir.

I had always loved dancing from a young age. I found myself drawn to all different genres of music and loved to let my body take over and ride the wave of the music. I think now as I’m older and have been in this industry for a while, I can sometimes find it a bit hard to find the pleasure I once found in my dance. I think part of that is why I often went to the dance studio a few times a week because there, I was letting myself dance for me, rather than for others.

My dance became my own sort of therapy. When there were days that were hard or I was going through something that was emotional, I would often end up at the studio. I was not often found of having to outwardly express my emotions or verbally expressing them but when I danced, I was able to convey everything that was on my mind and every emotion that I felt. I had lost count of the times I had gone into a dance and ended up crying at the end because I was finally able to feel those emotions and work through them. It was the one place where I could let myself be without any shame or fear and just be me.

While the hustle is very much real, every night is different though. Some days you may walk out with a few thousand depending on who the customers were, their line of professor, etc. Other nights, it could be slow, and you may only end up with a hundred. It’s all a gamble at the end of the day but you come into this play with the hustle always in mind.

Yesenia was a few years younger than me and the reason she started dancing was because her mother was absent for most of her life and didn’t really know this first thing about being a mother and her father she had never knew. She had a brother named Yasin who was significantly younger than her and whenever she talked about him, I could tell just how much she loved him.

When she started dancing and all the money would instantly go to him or be spent on things that he needed. She was the main provider of that family. Once she started working at The Inferno and the money came in more consistently, she set up an account in Yasin’s name and put every extra dollar into it. She was the most genuine soul I had met in a long time, and she truly wore her heart on her sleeve, and I had nothing but respect and pure admiration for her.

Whenever I would see Yesenia dance, I would find myself struck in awe at the way she moved her body along to the rhythm of the music. I could tell that she would fully sink herself in and let her body do what it pleased rather than what her mind was telling her. For me it was the same. I reveled in the music that surrounded me and let the beat of the music guide me.

I know it can be bad to hear that your body is an ‘object’ but after I had gained full and complete power from it, I knew that it was a weapon. I loved sinking into a dance and watching the reactions of customers, knowing I had nothing but their full attention with the way they sat forward in their chairs, or their eyes gazed longingly and lustfully at me, knowing that they want me but I’m still in a way out of reach. It’s like riding a high of the strongest drug but for me the drug is simply the music and the way my body entangles with it.

Having full control over my body was something I learned the hard way after working at different strip clubs in my younger days after some of the men would get a little too handsy and management would turn a complete blind eye to it and only have to say that this was ‘business’ and that they had to make money some way or another. Fucking pricks.

The Inferno was a complete one-eighty to those places I had worked at before. It was a higher end club which meant that they had a strict list of rules and restrictions about who they let in as well as what ‘appropriate’ interactions meant between dancers and customers. For instance, customers are not allowed to touch a dancer while receiving a lap dance, only if the dancer guides their hands to their body while dancing or giving them the go ahead. But, if their hands drifted to certain areas without the dancer's consent, they were kicked out and placed on a blacklist.

We had strict security guarding the mains doors as well as lined up against certain sections inside the building. They always kept an eye out on customers who may overstep boundaries as well as keeping an eye out on the safety and well-being of our dancers. Not to mention, if a dancer was giving a private dance, they always had a mic placed discreetly on them where a live feed was casted into the ears of one of the guards nearby in case they had to intervene if things went south. Safety was something that was a top priority for the owner, Jimmy.

Jimmy was a sweet older guy with a receding hairline which he tried to cover up with a horrible comb over, but no one would tell him that to his face. He always dressed the same, an expensive suit where his pot belly poked out the edge of his pants and a golden chain hanging around his neck where sprinkles of his chest hair could be seen. If you couldn’t see Jimmy coming, you could always smell him or hear him. He always wore strong cologne that mixed in with the smell of cigar which was often held between his fingers. He had a strong New York accent and at times I could make out the sound of his boisterous laugh at the bar as he mingled with his workers or customers even if he wasn’t in eyesight.

At first when I met Jimmy, I was rather intimated but came to realize that he was nothing but a giant teddy bear with a kind soul. He would always bring flowers into the dressing room and place them on a dancer's vanity when it was their birthday, work anniversary or any sort of big accomplishment they had made. There was often a sweet note along with a fairly expensive gift which could be jewelry, new dance shoes– I mean hell I remember one time when he paid off one of my fellow dancers' tuition to get her through med school.

It was the same thing with our security guards, while they obviously had to appear tough and have the whole ‘I could break your neck with one finger look’, they were all sweetheart’s deep down.

A knock at the dressing room alerted me that it was my time to make my way to the floor. I took another glance in the mirror, ensuring that I looked stage ready. My makeup was complete with a heavy black smokey eye with matching red lipstick. I had curled my dark hair into loose waves where it fell against my back. I deemed myself good and opened the door of the dressing room and was immediately met by the loud music, radiating through the space.

I could faintly hear the sound of my heels across the floor as I made my way into the main area of the club but then it was lost to the loud music. I held my body high, exerting nothing but confidence as I strode my way through where crowds of people were gathered around poles, money in hand–or leaving their hands– as dancers worked the stage. The lights were angled onto the stage and flashed along to the music in various colors.

I glanced over at one of the stages, seeing Yesenia working her magic, her long hair swinging over her back side as she rolled her hips against the pole. I smiled to myself and kept on walking, letting my hips sway back and forth as I passed different parties.

I made my way to the VIP section where Tony stood in front of the rope blocking off the section and Enzo stood at the booth, keeping track of all the high-end or high-paying customers. They each greeted me with a smile, and I stopped to the side of Enzo before entering the section. I grazed a hand over his shoulder before he stepped behind me, seeming to appear flirty to any onlookers as he started to find a place to mic me. “What do we have tonight?” I asked over my shoulder into his ear. He leaned his face over my shoulder and whispered into my ear as I felt his hands slide up and down my body, trying to find a good place to discreetly place the mic.

“Looks like you’ve got a private dance in the backroom, older gentlemen but doesn’t seem like he’s anything to worry about and if he is, I’ll know,” Enzo says with a wink. “I think after that, they just have you working VIP for the rest of the night.”

“Any customers I should keep an eye out for?” I feel Enzo’s hand stop on my hips and he gives a tug on them, turning me around to face him. His body towers over me and I see his green eyes rake over my outfit. If I didn’t know him so well and knew that this was his job, I would’ve slapped him for looking at me in such ways, but his eyes didn’t show an ounce of lust in them.

I could see his brows bunch, looking like he was a bit frustrated as he tried to find a good spot. Enzo leaned into me, letting his body push against mine while his hands continued to wander. “I don’t mean to start rumors Venus but, I hear there’s some sort of prince here tonight,” he whispered into my ear. I silently cheered in my head and immediately knew that once I spotted Yesenia that I would indeed tell her she was correct in guessing that a prince had come to the club tonight.

“What kind of Prince?” I asked.

“Honestly, not a clue. Not a lot of detail was given but it seems to check out.”

“What makes you assume that?” I ask frowning.

“He came here with his own fucking bodyguard V,” Enzo says, as he kneels down in front of me. I cock a brow as his eyes fixated on my G-string and I already know what he has planned.

“You’re fucking kidding, Enz. You’re going to mic me up there?” I ask, my eyes wide. Enzo looks up at me and the picture of his dark hair hanging over his green eyes, threatens a shudder through my body. Enzo had always been devastatingly handsome.

“I’m sorry V, I think it’s the best I can work with tonight. You chose this sheer little piece and this bow here in the front is a good spot. May I?” He asks, holding up the tiny mic between his fingers. I roll my eyes and nod. “This might be the most action I’ve gotten in months,” I say with a laugh. I hear Enzo chuckle as he slips two of his fingers under the edge of my panties, right where the bow is. “Awe I’m flattered V but too bad I tend to bat for the other team. Sorry for getting your panties in a knot.” I scoff and give him a playful smack to his cheek which makes him flash a smile. I feel his fingers dig a bit into the fabric as he positions the mic and then with his other hand tapes it into place.

Enzo stands up to his full length and peers down at me, licking his lips. “You know you sometimes make my job very…difficult.” I say, giving him a knowing look. Enzo smirks and leans a hand on the booth, scooting his body so his chest is pressed right against mine. “Oh, I know, V,” Enzo spoke into my ear, “but in case you were wondering, I still like to play.”

I felt my breath catch in my chest, hearing his words roll off his lips in a sultry tone. “W-what?” I ask, suddenly feeling a bit flustered. Enzo casts me a cunning smirk and whispers into my ear, “You know, I can always ask Chris if he’s feeling…open.”

My face must’ve given away my sudden shock because I then felt him place a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hey, I’m just throwing it out there V, you don’t need to answer right now. Just think about it and let me know. And if not, then we can forget this conversation ever happened.”

I stare up at Enzo for I don’t know how long until I finally look away. “Right um,” I swallow, “I’ll keep that in mind. I-I’m just gonna,” I say pointing a finger to the VIP section behind him. Enzo throws me a knowing look but doesn’t say anything as I begin to walk away.

“Hey V, just think about it, oh– and don’t fart into the mic!” I look over my shoulder and flip him off before giving Tony a look that says, ‘please help me because I’m going to throttle your brother’. Tony just gives me a grin and then nods his head while holding open the rope that leads to the VIP section.

I walk into the VIP section where a few of my fellow dancers are. Some are entertaining small groups while they dance on a pole or in someone’s lap and others are merely chatting with foreseeable customers. The lighting in the VIP section is much different than the main floor. Instead of lights that flash various colors, the lights are turned down and are a deep shade of red. I’m not sure if Jimmy sometimes intentionally assigns me here because one of my staple colors is red but sometimes it feels purposeful. Maybe it's because I have now assigned the color red with confidence and pure power but whenever I’m in this section, it doesn’t feel like an act. All my movements feel strong and meaningful as if my body can relax. And maybe it is all in my head but sometimes I’ll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and love to revel in the way the red lights seem to cling to my body, illuminating it in all the right places. Sometimes I get so lost in my dancing when I catch a glimpse of myself and the world drowns itself out and I realize that I am now not dancing for them, but for myself. Sometimes I get the most pleasure out of my dancing when I let my hands explore and linger on my own skin.

I relax my shoulders and keep my head held high, exerting nothing but self-assurance as I saunter over to the back of the section. I make sure to cast alluring, inviting glances to any onlookers who happen to catch my eye as I step to the back where Aaron– another bouncer– is placed before a private room, concealed by a dark red curtain.

I continue my path, my head on a constant swivel while I continue to give small smiles or a nod of my head. I am only a few feet away from the back but my steps falter slightly when I see a tall man with his back turned to me. He had dark curls, some of which laid down his back while the other half of it was concealed in a bun that rested on the back of his head. He wore a simple black shirt that clung tightly to his body showing off the muscles along his back and on his arms, which appeared to be crossed over his chest. Even with his back turned, I could not only see but feel how strong he was. I felt it lap over me like the crest of a wave crashing into the sea.

His body bent forward a bit and it was then that I realized someone sat before him. I was unable to see who it was but caught sight of a hand, dangling over the armchair of the couch, loosely holding a glass of dark liquor. My eyes dance to the ring on one of his fingers. It has a silver band with intricate details and engravings. In the middle of it is a large onyx stone.

My eyes continued to sweep upwards, and I noted the suit he was wearing. Red with a swirling black pattern. I feel my facade slip and my eyes narrow in on that very detail and it conjures different thoughts into my head. Did he know these were my colors? Was this purposeful? Is this to get my attention?

These questions pelt into my head and I’m curious to know more about who this person is. I find it funny and rather shocking when I realize I want to go and learn more about this person when usually it is flipped and people come, wanting to know more about me. I know I should continue walking but my feet have stopped dead in their tracks. I should move…but I can’t. My body won’t allow me the privilege.

My lingering gaze continues, and I see a sweep of long dark hair as the person shifts. It doesn’t appear to be as dark as the man before him and instead of curls, his hair is seemingly straight except for small waves that flow through it. His hair appears to fall just below his shoulder, and I can see how it moves with every movement of his head. I catch sight of the corner of his jaw and the side of his lips, the bottom one plump in comparison to the top.

His mouth seems to move at a mile a minute, but I take note of the muscle jumping in his jaw and how his lips appear to be drawn in a straight line and when he does talk, it seems like he is talking through his teeth. Whatever the topic of the conversation is, it doesn’t seem to be going according to plan.

I suddenly hear my name being faintly called from Aaron, but it sounds drowned out and I know it’s not because of the music. I let my eyes linger for a few more seconds before I hear my name again, this time more loudly. “Venus!”

I glance at Aaron but can’t seem to pull my eyes away from the two figures before me. I focus my attention back on them and I can see the man who is sitting has stopped talking. Even with the music blaring, it seems like the room has now fallen deathly quiet.

His lips are now drawn tight and when I glance at his hand, I swear I can see his knuckles turning white from his grip he has on the glass. I’m not sure if they were aware of my presence but now it seems like they are because the man who has his back to me, slowly turns and looks at me from over his shoulder. I feel my breath hitch as I take in his dark features. The slope of his nose juts out and comes down at a slant which seemingly points down to his pair of plump lips. They aren’t necessarily small, but they aren’t big either and seem to fit his face perfectly. If it weren’t for his breathtaking features that catch my eyes it his eyes. His eyes are dark, almost appearing to be black, not a normal black– solid black.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a small smile and I can feel his eyes drinking me in from head to toe. His mouth parts open and I watch his tongue dart out and run along his bottom lip. He seems to be getting carried away, but he snaps out of his daze and his body shifts to the side. When he moves, I am finally able to see who sits before him.

I already knew my breathing was growing fractured but now it was completely knocked from my chest because there sitting on the couch and slowly rising to his feet, was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

I greedily let myself drink him in. My eyes swept over every single detail of him, wanting to engrain every piece of him into my memory. I was correct in my assumed appearance of his hair and the shape of his lips that turned upward in the corners but seeing him as a whole was utterly devastating.

He stood shorter than the other man before him and while I was able to feel the strength of the man even with his back turned, nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the power that surrounded this man. I felt like my eyes were playing tricks on me when I noticed the red lights dancing across his olive skin, making it look like he was almost glowing. His long hair was pushed back to frame his face which while appearing round, still produced strong angles. His hand came up to his chin where his thumb swept along his sharp jaw which was dusted in a small layer of stubble, and I wondered if he too was analyzing me as deeply as I was him. I lifted my eyes up further and noted his strong nose that seemed to come down to a perfect point at the tip.

This whole time I had been avoiding his eyes, but I finally let my eyes meet his and when I did, I could feel my blood start to swirl. The warmth traveled up my arms, starting with a tingle over the top of my hand before it snaked all the way up and wrapped itself around the back of my neck. Even though my body was burning hot, I somehow still managed to shiver.

His eyes too were dark and accented but long dark lashes that touched the hollow points under his eyes. The hollowness of his eyes made him appear tired, lifeless, hungry…starving. I caught a flash of something dancing behind his eyes that I couldn’t identify that set me on edge. My mind was telling me to be cautious, but my entire body felt like it was in a frenzy.

For reasons unbeknownst to me, my hands started to curl into fists at my side as we silently stared at one another. My body felt like it was vibrating, and my feet were telling me to go to him– approach him. Go. Go, Venus. Go to him. I felt my feet start to move but I was only able to manage a step before I felt a hand gripping my arm.

“Venus! What are you doing? You’ve got someone waiting.” My head instantly snaps to the side, clearing me of the fog that settled itself around my mind. I look at Aaron and blink a couple times. “Sorry, I- I don’t know actually,” I say, shaking my head.

“All good V,” he replies and then gently tugs on my arm to lead me to the private section of the VIP room. I look over my shoulder at the formidable two men, but my gaze quickly goes to the man in the red and black suit. I catch his eye and do a double take because if I’m not mistaken, his eyes looked red at first glance. When I look again, I frown and shake my head as they appear to now look normal, but I notice his gaze is lingering on Aaron’s hand wrapped around my arm. It must be the red lighting. My eyes are playing tricks on me.

I walk the short steps to the section, the bouncer holding open the curtain for me and giving me a nod of his head as my feet stop just before the small step to the room. I suddenly stop, feeling a tingle at the base of my neck and traveling down the length of my spine. Venus, a voice–no–voices whisper into my ear. It’s faint but when I hear it, it feels like a phantom wind stirs the strands of hair at my side. My breathing hitches and my hands once again bawl up at my sides.

“V? You alright there love? Do you feel okay?” Aaron asks, placing a gentle hand on my lower back. I look at his face and see his brows knitted together, his features washed in concern. I swallow and nod, “Yeah, I’m fine. My uh…my heels felt weird for a second,” I say, trying my best to sound convincing even though it doesn't sound believable even to my own ears.

Aaron gives me another weird look but doesn’t comment. Instead, he just nods his hair and slides the curtain further open for me.

I step onto the step and take another glance over my shoulder at this mysterious man who has completely ruptured my attention and when I do, I see his dark gaze is set firmly on me. The corner of his lip tugs up in a smirk and he raises his hand clutching the glass up to me and takes a sip. I don’t have time to process what that could even mean before the curtain falls and shuts him out. All that I’m left with is that same tingling sensation traveling up the length down the length of my spine.

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natsmagi · 9 months ago

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tbh you should just sexualize your fem Tsumugi more. I'm talking full on fetish hentai style. Put her in the open boob sweater. Have her accidentally flash while leaning fowards. Have her slip and show pantsu. Full kink with no breaks. Please shut these anons up. People trying to police your creativity like it has some sort of reflection on your morals or beliefs. I also wish you would stop answering them? or at least tagging it as anon hate because it's so sad to keep seeing people be so mean to you over and over when most of us just want to enjoy your big brain takes and drawings. Maybe I'm getting parasocial bc I get so sad seeing people hate on your Tsumugi I love her she's just like me fr!!! All that matters is that you enjoy how you draw her and I hope you don't feel pressured to change your headcanons.

HWEISUHRUHKDHG I SHOULDDDDDDDDD I SHOULD UR RIGHT ive been too prudish as of late. need to be insane again. Tbh ive made some art that was made purely bc i am a freak and insane but i feel like its never the art people would expect it to be. And thats really funny to me. like my more explicit stuff is just drawn for fun But if uve ever looked at a drawing of mine and gone "this seems kind of freakish conceptually even though the execution isnt super weird" Well thats probably bc it actually is freakish. sorry. My suggestive art is usually just for the vibes tho i DID also like. yesterday?? discover a twt acc that will sometimes post various lingerie fits SO!! MAYBE ILL DRAW SOME SOON 💪💪

AND AUGHHH I KNOWWWW in the beginning i thought itd be worth replying to people bc i was like "well this is all kind of niche. im sure they have good intentions so we might aswell talk it out" But as things progress its been made clear thats doing me or anyone else no favors. i love having discussions, so i reply to most of my asks! but i do hope that ive made myself clear enough and that we can all just continue doing our own things im sorry to hear its made you sad though!!!!! rest assured its not something that demotivates me, nor is it something that makes me feel i need to change how i draw. i do what i do because i enjoy it! and i know others enjoy it too! i will never be able to appeal to everyone, and that has never been my goal. i like having fun with others though, which is why i enjoy hearing why others might think differently than me!

but yes! i already feel ive said my piece on the whole discourse thing by now and i hate walking in circles, so even if i get negative asks about it i likely wont answer unless i feel its warranted. but! if that does happen, ill be sure to tag it! you can mute "#discourse tag" ahead of time incase i ever end up using it

#btw about the lingerie thing one thing ive thought about doing is like #lingerie designs of some of their idol outfits #just bc i think that would be SO pretty #but i havent done it yet bc.............. designing lingerie seems hard KUASHDFKAHSDKJGHJK #BUT AUGHHHHHH I SHOULDDDDDDDD that would be so fun.........#and also a challenge for me #ask

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2af-afterdark · 1 year ago

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Aren't You Sweet?

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Ikemen Prince Relationships: Clavis Lelouch/MC Characters: Clavis Lelouch, MC Additional Tags: MC (she/her), Belle is called a woman but has no mentioned sex characteristics, Gentle Femdom, mild bondage (rope), Gentle Kissing, Hand jobs Summary: Clavis is made to enjoy some soft loving. Word Count: 802

"Is this a new way to test my affections?" Clavis never dropped his smile, even as her amateurish attempt at rope tying scraped against the wrists behind his back. "If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask. I could never run from a woman who wants me so much."

"Of course not." She kissed him softly at the tip of his nose. "You are a gentleman, after all."

Her hands roamed down his chest, fingers prodding at the buttons that held his coat together and slipping underneath to pop them open.

"I assume that's also why you haven't commented on my outfit yet."

She was wrapped up in a silver lace babydoll that hung open at the front so he could see her stomach poking through. The color of her pert nipples contrasted against her skin, making them easy to see through the lace. The ribbon holding the lingerie closed was delicately tied over her chest, so loose that he hypothesized he could pull it open with his teeth if he wanted. And the underwear she was wearing? He wasn't sure he could even call it underwear so much as a string with some cloth attached that barely did its job of covering her lower body.

Very much to his taste, as was anything that let him get a peek of her beautiful body.

"What sort of man would point out how alluring an outfit is without stopping to admire it first?"

"You, usually."

She swung her leg over his to settle herself in his lap.

“I always take time to admire what you’re wearing. You’re simply so ravishing that it already looks wonderful.”

She chuckled as she slipped her hands into his shirt to part it, slowly rolling the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms to reveal his bare chest.

“You cad,” she said with all the affection she could conjure.

Clavis smiled, but she could tell he was secretly pouting behind it. “That’s a strange thing to call your lover.”

“Only because it’s true.”

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking at the creamy white skin there. Her hands fell to cradle the bulge growing between his legs, slowly and tenderly massaging it through his pants.

“Hmm,” she hummed happily, “for once I get to admire you.”

“And how do I fare?”

She giggled against him before leaning up to kiss his lips. “Let me show you.”

Her hand slipped inside of his pants to cup him skin to skin. She started stroking the length growing hard against her palm, her fingers dancing from base to tip as precum began to leak at her touch.

“Absolutely beautiful,” she whispered as she nibbled at the edge of his ear.

“You’ve fallen for me that much?”

“A long time ago. Now,” she lightly squeezed her hand around his length to feel it shudder in her grasp, “you say it too.”

“Why say the obvious?”

She pulled away so he could see the pout carved into her face. “Because I want to hear you say it.”

“It’s more fun to hear you praise me.”

He leaned in to try and kiss her, only to have her pull away. Now she was less pouting and more smirking evilly; both expressions fit her face perfectly.

“Fine. Then I’ll praise you until you find something to say that’s beautiful about yourself..”

She placed a kiss against his cheek. “I love your face.”

Then right above his eyes. “The way you focus completely on what you want.”

Then one to his forehead. “Your mind that never stops thinking.”

“Have you been watching me so closely to know all of that about me?” He asked with a cheshire grin, an unspoken accusation that she was a stalker.

She let those unspoken words roll off her back.

“Closer than anyone else.” She finally kissed his lips. “And I love that sharp tongue of yours.”

All the while, her hand never stopped pumping him; even when her lips dropped to his chest and she had to crawl out of his lap to trail kisses down his stomach; even when her lips finally came to the same place as her hand and she had to look up at him as she mouthed at his groin.

Clavis was simply admiring the show for what it was; her controlling the pace and doing as she wished. It was cute. Though, he was getting tired of not being able to touch her. He wondered when it would be appropriate to reveal that he’d slipped out of her truly dreadful attempt at bondage almost immediately after she’d tied him up.

Perhaps that was a surprise best saved for later, when it would be the most fun to grab and squeeze her tight.

#2af writes #ikemen smut #clavis lelouch smut #cw hand jobs #cw dom/sub dynamics #cw restraints

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classicsubliminalbo · 3 months ago

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Lacey's Story Part 2

Originally published Jun 9, 2015 This chapter has been revised

Dr. Lange was dead, and he'd left Lacey behind. She had been his slave for three months, she'd accepted new truths for him, done things that she never would have if he hadn't asked her to. She was madly in love with him, madly in love with the desire to serve him. It was a weird feeling for Lacey, knowing that her entire existence was meaningless now. The old Lacey might have accepted this with celebration; if she had known what Dr. Lange was going to do to her, going to turn her into, she might have never gotten herself into this mess. But that was the nature of the young woman, always thinking she was a step ahead of everyone else. She thought she had Lange on a leash up until the very moment that she tried on that pair of lingerie for him. She had once wanted to be so much, but now she just wanted to be his pet.

It had been two days since the professor died, and Lacey hadn't left his home. She wanted to be close to him, she could still smell him on the sheets. She laid there for hours on the bed, her nose buried in his sweaty pillow, sobbing. Was it going to be like this forever? Was she going to spend the rest of her life alone without a man to call her master? She wasn't even sure if it was Dr. Lange she was upset about, or the fact that she had no one around to order her. There was no greater feeling than the stimulation the bra sent through her nipples and her vagina when she obeyed a command. It was an addictive feeling, made her yearn for more orders, more orders meant more pleasure. She had tried masturbating, but it was nothing compared to the jolt of pleasure the lingerie fulfilled, and Dr. Lange had conditioned her only to orgasm on command. "Please," Lacey begged, stroking herself with hopeless optimism. "Please, Professor, please let me cum..." The professor didn't answer. Lacey didn't cum.

After a disappointing shower, Lacey slipped on her panties and picked up her bra. Returning to the mindless shackles of Obedience by Victoria was the only pleasure she could feel now. Her head felt so clogged up when she wasn't wearing the lingerie. But the joys of being a mindless shell hardly seemed to matter without a master to issue commands. Reading the tag on her bra, Lacey found that she wasn't completely out of ideas.

"Victoria's Secret customer service, my name is Charlie, how may I direct your call?" "Master?" Lacey asked. "Uhh..." The man on the other line stalled. "I need to cum," she began to beg. "The Professor is gone and I cannot cum without him, please, you have to help me, I'm so lost without my Master Professor..." "Uhh...I'll just...I'll direct you to the Obedience line..."

Lacey was connected with another customer service representative specializing in the Obedience line. Her name was Abbey. Unlike Charlie, Abbey had been fitted with her own Obedience by Victoria set. She was conditioned to receive stimulation from the lingerie every time she successfully resolved a customer's issue. It made Abbey a surprisingly productive worker. "Alright, Lacey," when Abbey spoke, Lacey could hear her smile on the other end of the phone. It was a familiar sort of blind happiness that she envied now. "I've found you in our system. Stafford, Lacey, for initiated thirteen weeks ago, does that sound right?" "Yes," Lacey moaned, recalling that evening in front of the mirror, Dr. Lange's hands massaging her breasts as she fell deeper under the lingerie's spell. Her free hand had fount its way to her breast as she imaged Lange's touch. On the other end of the line, she heard an unexpected whine from Abbey who was anticipating her reward. "But you say you're handler is deceased?" "Yes," Lacey's hand dropped back down to the bed as Abbey's voice pulled her back from her daydream. "Unfortunately Victoria's Secret has no protocol for this sort of incident. I recommend removing the lingerie immediately and returning to every day operation." "But...I can't do that. Obedience is my life, it is the only thing I know."

Abbey frowned. She understood that feeling—she felt it every day when she left work. "I guess," she paused. "Well, I guess if you found a new handler, you could continue receiving pleasure from the Obedience line as you did under your previous handler's power." "Would...would that work?" "I don't see why not." "I just need to find a new handler..." Lacey repeated. "I think I can do that." "Lacey," Abbey said. "Did you find this call helpful?" "Very," Lacey smiled. "You've given a slave hope again!"

Abbey's nipples were beginning to harden under the fabric of her bra, and the juices from her pussy told her that she had done a good job. "W-we don't s-say slave," even while cumming she maintained enough professionalism to correct Lacey. "The preferred nomenclature is user or s-subject or..." Professionalism could only take Abbey so far. "Oh...oh my god...Oooohhhhh yeeessss..."

After her custom service call, Lacey felt like a whole new slave or user or subject or whatever she was supposed to call herself. Lacey was a clean slate, she could still feel the complete pleasure of obedience, but she was in the unique position of being able to select her own master. The old Lacey would have preferred being the one called mistress, but now that she understood the joy of being submissive, she couldn't wait to fall under her new master's orders. The only matter was who she was going to get to be her new master. She figured that many lonely men out there would do anything to have a cute young girl like theirs under her control, but there was one specific guy that came to her mind.

Brad had been Lacey's best friend in high school, her moral compass to guide her out of the wicked waters she was prone to stray into. In high school he had confessed his feelings for her, and it was with Brad that she lost her virginity, though Lacey had always preferred seeing it as taking Brad's virginity. They remained friends in college, but Lacey's ambition stunted any hopes that Brad had of a future with her. He had long accepted his position as her friend, but he cared about her too much to let her go. When Lacey told Brad about her plan to seduce Dr. Lange, he tried to talk her out of it, just as he had a thousand other terrible things in the past. But Lacey had never been this desperate. Brad couldn't watch his best friend whore herself for good grades, it was the final straw.

Looking back on all of it, now that Lacey had forgotten her political ambitions, now that all Lacey cared about was submission, Brad was the only person she really wanted in control of her. She never said it, not even to herself, but she loved Brad. He was the ultimate good guy, the only person who never expected anything from her. He deserved a good slave like Lacey.

It was late in the evening when Brad returned to his apartment from work. A long day of taking orders and carrying large trays of food, busing tables, being yelled at by customers who were incensed that the restaurant supported Coke beverages instead of Pepsi, had left Brad exhausted beyond belief. He couldn't wait for the day when he graduated, and he could finally get away from all this college life bullshit. Brad's eyes were half closed as he slid into his bed, and he was nearly asleep when he felt the warmth of Lacey's breasts as she curled up next to him. For a moment he smiled and pulled her close, but when Lacey placed a kiss on Brad's cheek, his eyes sprung up and he leaped out of bed.

With the lights on, he saw clearly his former best friend lying half naked on his bed. "Hey, Brad," she giggled. "Come back to bed, baby."

#thedude11111 #subliminalbo's ls

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 6- Underwear & tentacles

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 6 of Kinktober is: underwear & tentacles - Dark X gn!reader. Lingerie counts as underwear right? ;3 Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Tags/warnings: tentacles, oral, penetrative sex

You get about three steps out of the bathroom before tentacles wind their way around your ankles and waist, lifting you with ease.

“You’re so impatient.” You tease Dark as his tentacles move you so you hover at the end of your bed.

“Can you blame me? I was the one that got it for you after all my darling, and I want to see.” Dark hums from where he leans against the headboard, fully black eyes clearly watching you, taking in every inch of your lace and strap covered body.

It’s always a little harder to tell exactly where his gaze is when his eyes are fully black, but you’re sure he appreciates the way the lace hugs your hips, how the cloth straps criss-cross your chest alongside the lace, and how the matching garter belt keeps up your thigh high stockings.

Dark doesn’t say anything for a little while, letting the silence linger in the room as he just.... takes you in you suppose.

You wonder what is going on in that head of his, and if he’s getting any ideas. You can surely think of a few on your own, which makes you try to squirm in his tentacle’s grip, eager for him to do more than just watch.

“Such a..... lovely sight I have in front of me.” Dark’s grin is sharp as he tilts his head, a single lock of hair falling out of its place.

“Sure would be a shame to ruin it.” He can’t actually think he’s just gonna keep you up like this here all night?

But no, that is clearly not what he thinks, because seconds later a tentacle slithers up your thigh, slipping inside of the lace it finds at your crotch, another doing the same from behind.

The one against your front brushes against your arousal for a moment, just resting there as the one from behind, already slick with something, sinks inside of your hole with ease.

“Gah, fuck, Dark!”

“That was the idea, yes.” He sounds so smug. The half-heated glare melts into nothing as the tentacle inside of you starts with shallow and small trusts, while the one against your front moves just the way Dark knows will work so very, very well to turn you into putty.

“Look at you, all on display for me, looking so perfect as you get fucked.” You suppose you could offer him some sort of response, but all you can focus on is the tentacles inside and against you.

You grip the tentacle around your waist as you have nowhere else you feel they could got, but they are quickly moved behind your back and kept there by another set of tentacles.

It makes you arch your back, making heat travel up your face. He really wants to look huh?

Well, if he wants a show, you’ll give him one.

You throw your head back, moaning loudly and rocking downwards against his tentacles as one moves against your arousal, while the other fucks into you from behind. Well, you’re rocking down as well as the tentacles holding you allows, but it makes a satisfied smirk form on Dark’s face as you glance at him.

“Is my darling enjoying themselves?”

“Ah, yes, fuck, very much so.” You pant out, a slight grin on your face as you can see the tent that has formed in Dark’s pants.

“Good, because I intend to enjoy the show that you all will make.” He works over his pants fast, fishing out his cock, giving you a good view as he gives himself a few languid strokes.

Suddenly, the tentacle inside of you slams in, sinking deeper inside of you and growing. You groan, finding another tentacle at your mouth seconds later. You open for it so easily, and it slips inside, coating your tongue and mouth in the slick it produces.

The one inside of you slips almost all the way out, sliding in and out so teasingly slow at first, but quickly setting a rather fast pace. You feel the lace covering you slip to the side, but you hardly pay it any mind as the tentacle in your mouth starts to move as well, matching the tempo of the one on the other end.

The one against your arousal keeps its movement from before, but now a lot faster.

It’s all so slick and wet, filling the room with the most wonderful noises as they fuck you. The noises mingle with your own moans and sounds as pleasure fills your body.

It feels like every nerve ending is filled with it, and as you open your eyes and look at Dark, you see him watching with rapt attention as he strokes his cock, speed matching his tentacles.

The sight makes arousal pool in your gut, adding another layer to the almost mind numbing pleasure you feel.

Warm, wet, and firm tentacles start to slither over more of your body, but all making sure to slip under your lingerie, not keeping any hidden from Dark’s steady and heady gaze.

You twitch and shake, trying to rock down or move against one or more tentacles, but it’s hard with how you’re being held and fucked, so in the end, you just let yourself enjoy the ride, feeling the pleasure that runs through your veins and is making you shake wonderfully.

When you cum, your orgasm comes in waves, making you clench around the tentacle inside of you, and almost sob with good it feels around the one in your mouth.

As you come down from your high, the tentacles get out of your body, making you take a few deep breaths, and clench around nothing for a moment.

You’re not left empty for long however, as the tentacles shift, moving you up onto the bed, dropping you in Dark’s lap.

His cock sinks inside of you with ease, so stretched out and ready for him. The tentacles don’t let go of you, instead starting to bounce you up and down on his cock. You whimper, a little sensitive, but it always feels so good to be filled by Dark’s cock.

“What a perfect show for me darling.” His hands join his tentacles, gripping your hips hard as they and the tentacles slam you down on him as he cums, filling you in another familiar way.

“You need to get some more lingerie .” Dark says as he keeps you on his cock, his words a little breathless, and as his tentacles retreat, you can stroke your hand through his hair and get that errant lock of hair back into place.

“Oh I do, but I think you should as well.” You tease. To your surprise, Dark hums, seeming to be giving it some actual thought to it.

“Perhaps. But for now, let us get you out of those and into a bath.”

“Sounds like a plan, but only of you join me.” Dark helps you off his cock, and you feel his cum drip out of you as you move.

“Well, of course, I do need to get out of this suit after all, and what better excuse to do that than to take a bath with my darling.”

#dark #darkiplier x reader #dark x reader #Darkiplier #darkiplier smut #dark smut #darkiplier fic #darkiplier fanfiction #my writing #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #smut #lemon

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reilikeslifting · 3 years ago

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hi i’m the one who asked if i could send a list of stores😭 here they are:

ab3rcr0mb!3

a3ropostal3

am3rican 3agle outfitt3rs

bath & b0dy works

the b0dy sh0p

for3v3r 21

gam3stop

garag3 (it’s a clothing store)

h0l|ist3r

h0t t0pic

jcpe3nn3y

|ush

macy$

m0rphe

pac$un

p!nk

seph0ra

$p3ncer’s

t!lly’s

vict0ria’s s3cret

zum!ez

also a weird thing about the s3ph0ra in this mall is that it might not have alarms?? someone who says that they would “buy” all their expensive makeup from there and the alarm has never went off 😭 the mall is sort of seen as “ghetto” so maybe that could factor in it

ab3rcr0mb!3 - I'm not sure ahh sorry!

a3ropostal3 - not super sure, but I'm pretty sure it isn't too too hard

am3rican 3agle outfitt3rs - a bit harder, but I don't go here too often

bath & b0dy works - very easy in my opinion, the SA are a little pushy though, so watch out for them! no tagging that ive seen

the b0dy sh0p - ive never heard of this one sorryy

for3v3r 21 - incredibly easy from my exp, not much tagging at all

gam3stop - very risky, im always hesistant with tech stores though! please be careful here <3

garag3 (it’s a clothing store) - also never heard of this one either ahh

h0l|ist3r - ive heard mixed things, but if your mall is a bit ghetto i think you'll be okay!

h0t t0pic - pfft, easy peasy. always check for tagging though! i go crazy here, watch for attentive SA

jcpe3nn3y - risky! since it's one of those department stores, as long as your careful you should be okay though

|ush - ive actually never been to a lush but ive heard different things, some are easy some are really hard, scout out yours first and practice safety as always!

macy$ - ahh risky, BUT IF UR MACYS HAS A MACYS BACKSTAGE OMG <3 ITS LIKE LIFTER PARADISE, SUPER EASY AND GREAT STUFF, NO TAGGING

m0rphe - in my exp, super easy, very little SA and tall shelves! no tagging <3

pac$un - ehhh tagging is there, fitting room arent checked though

p!nk - pink and VS have been relatively easy for me, no tagging on MOST panties, but tagging on ALL bras and other lingerie. attentive SA but not too bad at my location

seph0ra - differs a LOT, if you have a ghetto mall and no sensors though, go for it

$p3ncer’s - MY FAV ALL TIME FAV STORE <333 SUPER EASY, NO TOWERS, DIMLY LIT, LITTLE SA, however there are hard tags on some thing so that you have to buy them to get them off </3

t!lly’s - never been sorry!!

vict0ria’s s3cret - i answered in pink >:)

zum!ez - also not sure about this one, sorry sorry!

i hope that helps!!!

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existslikepristin · 3 years ago

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Salon Erotique

Tags: TheLounge, NSFW… not exactly smut?, Secret Number, Soodam, Futanari reader insert (intentionally this time, too!), cliche fanfic intro, pretty girl, awkward girl, pretty awkward girl, nudity and talk of sex but no actual sex occurs, there is no smut in this SMUT wtf, yall I gave you so many opportunities, I guess it’s a fuckin romcom, Denise and Dita are unhelpful wingmen, does it count as a foot fetish if they’re chicken feet, seriously her lip twitches are the most fucking darling thing, visions in the sauce, 90% of the dirty talk comes from Giselle, how dare you make me write almost-fluff, I’m eventually gonna write the craziest smut in retaliation or just because I intended to all along idk, I uh could have posted this four months ago, oops, happy Secret Number comeback day!, enjoy!

Another day, another photoshoot. It’s not that you’re sick of these. Quite the contrary, they’re a fantastic source of supplementary income and you can appreciate that. It’s just that they’re an overused plot device.

But despite that, you feel that this particular photoshoot is going to be an interesting one.

You heft your camera bag off your shoulder and get your lighting set up. Your client today rented a studio for this. The space itself is super nice. Small, but not so small as to be uncomfortable. Warm, not hot. Private, not isolated. You wonder how much your client spent on it.

Speaking of the devil, she has appeared.

You’re pretty sure, anyway. She’s a beautiful woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, with a calf-length black dress and a classy grey jacket over it. Based on her carefully applied makeup and the fact that her wavy brunette hair looks like it just came from the salon, you’re pretty sure this is your client.

“Soodam?” you ask to verify.

She regards you with a silent look for a moment. “Yes… I made an appointment.”

Well… yeah. That would explain why you’re here.

“Yup. That’s great. So I’ve got the lighting ready to go. What exactly are you looking for, Soodam?”

She removes her jacket and hangs it with care on a hook on the door. The upper half of her dress is as conservative and modest as the length. “A photoshoot.”

Oh, so it’s going to be one of those days.

“Yes, of course. What sort of feel are you going for? Do you maybe have a theme in mind? Or a specific situation you plan on using the photos for?”

Soodam steps into the staging area and looks in every direction but yours.

Is she going to answer?

Options for Part 1:

She just wants something professional-looking to put on her instagram.

(Picked:) She wants some tasteful, artistic nudes.

She wants promotional material for her group.

Soodam does not answer you. At least not verbally. Instead, she pulls her dress up and over her head, taking a bit longer than one would with a shirt, given its length.

You can’t help but stare as she undresses. For one, you weren’t expecting her to. For two, you’re stunned by the absolutely murderous shape of her body. The subtle flare of her hips and her bubble butt, toned legs and tummy, and breasts wrapped in lacy white.

She stands there, nearly naked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, eyes continuing to wander.

You cough to get her attention, hoping for an explanation. Soodam merely hums, as if agreeing with you, and unhooks her bra, dropping it to the side with her dress.

“Woah!” You have to pull your shirt a bit further down to keep the bulge from being too obvious through your yoga pants. “I don’t mean to be rude, but what’s going on here?”

Soodam gives you a curious look. “A photoshoot.” There she goes again...

“In the nude?!”

“Yes,” she states matter-of-factly, then, surprisingly, continues after a pause, “I see. Starting with the lingerie on. That will look nice.”

Clearly she doesn’t understand your distress.

You turn around as she bends over to pick up her bra again, avoiding the far too alluring sight of her ass, and fumble your phone out of your purse. You need to figure out if she said something about this that you missed when she hired you. But when you unlock your phone, the map that you hadn’t bothered to close is on screen, and you see a marker on your current position. You hadn’t thought much about the name of the studio before arriving, but now it makes sense.

salon érotique

You don’t need to have studied French to know you’ve gotten yourself into an interesting situation. It’s fine though. You can do this. You’re a goddamn professional.

“Well then, Soodam, thoughts on the lighting? Too warm? Cool?”

“I like it.”

Of course that’s all she has to say. You turn around to discover that she’s much closer to you, mere feet away. You could touch her if you reached out...

“It’s strange for girls to look at each other like that, you know.”

It would seem you were staring again. And this time she caught you.

Options for Part 2:

(Picked:) Brush it off. As previously stated, you’re a goddamn professional. You’re just… tired.

Admit that you just weren’t expecting a nude photoshoot, because you’re a dummo.

Correct her because, um, actually, you’re a futanari, gosh.

“Look at each other like what?” you ask, feigning ignorance. “I’m scanning my subject. Sorry if it’s coming across as something else. I just didn’t get quite enough sleep last night.”

“That’s okay, as long as the pictures turn out nicely.” Soodam sounds quite uninterested in your fake plight.

You steel your nerves and pick up your camera.

The first round of pictures is innocent enough. Soodam drapes herself across the white cloth background, and her lingerie practically blends in. Over time, however, the poses become more and more erotique. She pulls at the straps of the bra and lets them fall.

You think about your memory card. Soon enough, it’s going to be jam packed with sensual photos that you never expected would be inside of it.

Despite your insistence on professionalism, you struggle to keep your erection out of view. This was certainly not the day to have decided against baggier jeans. At least your shirt hangs low enough to conceal your shame.

You find yourself talking like a cheesy photographer anyway. “That’s great, Soodam! Yes! Hand on the hip! Pop that leg!”

Soodam is either into it, or she’s very good at interpreting stupid instructions. Which is the case, you couldn’t say, but her silent obedience is sure to produce high resolution gold.

“Yes! YES! You’re a cat! You’re a sexy cat! Prowl for me, baby! MEOW!”

The words escaping your mouth become increasingly more incoherent. There’s no stopping you and your artistic rampage.

Well actually, your camera stops you quite easily. The usual shutter sound it produces is replaced by a shrill beeping. It’s time to swap the memory.

You grumble as you dig through your bag. The interruption of your flow is extremely unwelcome, but at least it brings you back to reality. It’s a good thing too, because you notice the hard outline of your cock is almost fully visible. Your shirt must have gotten caught in your waistband somehow.

Readjusting, you turn back, only to see Soodam dragging her lacy panties down to her mid-thigh. Her bra is unclasped and barely hanging on by one shoulder.

Options for Part 3:

(Picked:) Keep taking pictures as normal. You don’t want to cause any distress.

Take off your top. It’s only right that you and your model are dressed similarly, right?

Peace the fuck out of there. This is too hot for you to handle.

Of course, you decide, it would be absolutely stupid to do anything other than continuing to do your job like a normal person. This is your livelihood and you have a reputation to uphold! Not that your job hasn’t led you all the way to sex with several idols in the past, but that’s no excuse!

You slap your cheeks and let the adrenaline course through your veins. New memory card installed, you swing the camera around to continue the shoot.

Soodam remains perfectly stoic, as if she’s done full pictorials naked before. And she sure poses like she knows what she’s doing too.

She starts on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. She slowly kicks one raised foot back and forth, touching one finger to the corner of her seductive lips. Her other hand is placed coyly over her breast.

Next pose. Soodam sits up, panties casually sliding down until they’re hanging off her toes. She props her chin up, elbow to knee. One arm goes between her legs to obscure her pussy. Her bra is just about gone, looking almost like a purse flung over her shoulder and leaving her tiny, pointed nipples completely out.

Next pose. The underwear is gone. With the technical exception of her modest earrings, Soodam is one hundred percent nude. She drapes herself back, arms over the head, hair fanned out. Her knees are still up, one crossed over the other. You stand halfway over her to get a series of glamorous pictures from above. When she looks up, you swear she’s staring through the camera and into your eyes. You gulp down your nerves and keep up the pace.

Next pose. Soodam gets on her knees, popping her shockingly round booty out toward you. “Hey, I… hope you know I didn’t mean anything by saying that… about girls.”

You pause your camera work. “Oh. That’s oka--”

“I’m just nervous about doing a photoshoot like this. That’s all.”

Options for Part 4:

Tell her she’s doing well. You’d never have guessed she was nervous.

(Picked:) Say it’s fine, if she makes it up to you. Say, by paying for dinner.

Imply, not all that subtly, that she shouldn’t be so damn rude.

“Uh. Oh. No worries, Soodam. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I can make it up to you.”

You look her up and down. She’s still looking away from you, so it seems like the perfect opportunity to take in the view… Not that you’re taking hundreds of nude pictures of her or something.

The curve of her back, the way her thighs and calves spread out as they press into each other, her slim shoulders, it’s all making you feel crazy. You think for a moment that you could ask her to suck your dick, or something similarly dirty, but no. That would be way too brazen of you, and she’d never go for that. Would she? You blurt it out.

“How about you take me out for dinner?”

Okay, so you didn’t blurt out anything dirty, but you almost did!

“Tonight? After the shoot?” Soodam asks.

Your thought process hadn’t gotten that far. “Uh, totally. If you’re free.”

“Okay.”

Okay. That settles it somehow, you suppose. You adjust your cock again to not appear through your leggings and get back to taking pictures. Tasteful… hopefully… pictures.

But just like that, the photoshoot ends. Soodam didn’t do anything really wild, as expected. Over the course of several more poses, not unlike some relatively tame pin-ups or boudoir images, nothing out of the relative ordinary happened.

You pack your camera back up, clasping all of the relevant memory cards in a secure case. You certainly don’t want to be losing these ones. Soodam gets dressed once more. It’s almost a shock just how modest her outfit is, but it’s what she wore in. You guess it’s your horny futa mind that made you forget.

“So…” Soodam hovers around as you take down the lighting. “Do you like chicken feet?”

As an amalgamation of people, you don’t really have that strong of a preference, but still you say, “Yup! Is that where you want to go?”

“Yes. And… Is this…” Her words may be slow, but at least they’re efficient. “A date?”

You look up from your shade folding. Again, she’s not looking at you. She’s looking anywhere but, in fact.

Options for Part 5:

A date immediately after taking her naked pictures? No, that’s weird.

(Picked:) Of course it’s a date. A romantic/cutesy one, in fact.

Neither, because it was a trick, and you’re leaving now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I suppose. After you said what you did about girls looking at each oth--”

“I’m sorry.” Soodam interrupts. It seems perhaps that she’s trying to avoid mention of her potential homophobia. “Yes, it’s a date.”

You smile. She may be rude but at least she’s cute and to the point. “So does that mean you’ll be showing me a cute, romantic time tonight?”

The first sign of emotion you’ve seen out of her today appears. A rosy blush spreads across her cheeks. You’re about to let her know that it’s a joke and you’re not trying to extort a romance out of her, but she makes a beeline for the door.

“Yes, I’ll make sure it’s romantic,” she says on her way. She doesn’t look back.

What a weird chick…

Once all of your equipment is packed up and ready to go, you get a single text telling you where to go and when. Looks like you’ve got a few hours to get ready.

* * *

Thankfully, the directions were easy to follow.

Soodam is standing outside the restaurant and, unlike you, she’s changed clothes: A tank top with a cardigan, both white, a short, pink skirt, and white sneakers. She could certainly be described as cute, but the cute look is undercut by her nervous fidgeting. Her entire demeanor is different from the way it was at the studio.

In fact, she barely, sheepishly greets you, “Hi… Follow me.”

You do exactly that. “Well hello Soodam,” you say to her back.

She doesn’t meet your eye when you reach your reserved table either, but gestures for you to sit.

“No, not there!”

You pause, half-crouched. “Oh. Uh, wrong table?”

“No, I mean… Please sit here, on this side.” Her gestures frantically change direction to the opposite side of the table.

Weird might have been too tame a word to describe Soodam. But even so, you swap to the other side of the table and she sits across from you. Wordlessly and with her head down, she holds out a menu to you with both hands.

After a moment of looking it over, entirely in silence, you decide to try and break the ice. “So, Soodam. What was this you were telling me about chicken feet?”

“You… don’t have to order chicken feet. But this place makes the best chicken feet. You should definitely try it, because… You should definitely try it.”

That might be the most you’ve ever heard her speak. Too bad she said it to her feet.

Options for Part 6:

(Picked:) Clearly she wants you to order the chicken feet. Order the chicken feet.

Actually, you’re in the mood for a different kind of spice. Order the teokbokki.

Go in a totally different direction! Order the salmon.

Moments later, a waiter comes by and asks if you’re ready. Hoping to avoid any more awkwardness, you ask for the house special chicken feet. Soodam asks for the same.

And then, nothing really happens. You look around the restaurant. The wood of the seats goes all the way to the ceiling, but with large gaps in between slats. There’s very much an industrial type look throughout. Or their designer was lazy. Behind you there are a couple empty tables and a person with their hoodie obscuring their eyes. To the side, a few more people sitting at individual tables, dressed as if they had just come directly from bed. Seems to be a pretty slow day.

Minutes worth of silence has you bored and anxious. You don’t know what to say to Soodam, or even if you should say anything. You’d be at home editing the day’s photos with a bowl of ramen if you weren’t here now. And Soodam is obviously not much of a talker. You look down at your phone both to check the time and see if anybody’s sent you an urgent enough text that you can get back out of this.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see some movement from Soodam though. You don’t think much of it until she reaches out with lightning speed and snatches your phone-wielding hand.

Her eyes are wide, and her lips are twitching like she’s trying to come up with something to say, but isn’t able to make any noise.

“I, uh, shouldn’t check my phone?” you ask.

“No. I mean… no. I mean we should talk. Right? This is a date, and we should talk.”

Soodam’s words aren’t very convincing, especially since she keeps looking nervously to the side between them.

“Yeah, what do you want to talk about?”

The lip and eye twitching continues. It looks like she’s struggling to smile. “What time… are you from?”

She releases your hand and hangs her head low enough you can just see her nose through her hair. Before you can ask what she means, she speaks again. “I mean do you have any questions for me?”

Options for Part 7:

Questions? Um yes. Is she alright? What happened to the photoshoot confidence?

No, you don’t have any questions. You want to see where she was going with that.

(Picked, you nerds:) A few. What’s her name, her quest, and the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?

Ask if she wants to see some of the photos you already edited… in public.

A grin splits your face. “Yeah I’ve got a few. What’s your name?”

Soodam looks back up, obviously confused. “Lee Soodam. You knew that.”

You nod. “Okay. What is your quest?”

From somewhere in the restaurant you hear someone snicker. It seems they can hear you and already get the reference. Soodam definitely doesn’t. Her mouth continues to twitch as she desperately searches for whatever words might constitute a real answer.

“To… date… you? I don’t know what y--”

You interrupt for the final question. “What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?”

Somebody behind you bursts into laughter, followed by a loud "African or European?!" In that same moment, Soodam winces in pain and clutches her ear. You've seen enough romantic comedy movies to know what's going on.

You look back and make eye contact with the laughing girl. She has frizzy, faded orange hair and a hoodie which, you realize, was previously concealing her face. She stops laughing, whispers something down her shirt, and runs out of the restaurant.

Soodam looks absolutely mortified when you face her again.

"So who was that?" you ask, trying not to sound confrontational.

There's a long pause before she answers. "Denise."

At least she's not a liar.

"Can I see your ear?"

Trembling like a leaf, Soodam turns her head. You hadn’t noticed thanks to some very clever makeup, but there's a cord partially disguised as part of her earring.

"Were you hoping to get like, walked through the date or something?"

Soodam nods and hangs her head.

“You know,” you say, putting a hand on the table as if you’re going to stand up, “if you’re uncomfortable with this, we can go…”

“No!” She grabs your hand and yanks the cord away from her ear. There’s a patch of bare skin left over by some stage tape. “I’ve never been with a girl before and I don’t actually girls I mean go on dates in the first place and I’m very cute I mean you’re cute and I’m very nervous is what I meant to say please don’t leave we can do anything you want you’re actually very cute.”

Well now you know why she normally speaks so slowly.

Options for Part 8:

(Picked:) Get her to tell you more about herself. That’s the kind of thing a date is for, isn’t it?

Dates with you tend to include sexy times too… Where’s the bathroom in this place?

You smile. “That’s... Well that’s good to hear, Soodam.”

You take your hand off the table and settle back in. Soodam’s mouth just twitches some more for about half a minute.

“You, uh, blew your whole load on that outburst, didn’t you?”

She droops into her seat, slowly pulling her hand away from yours. “Yes. I’m… Sorry.”

Not entirely content with the idea of dipping into another extremely awkward few minutes, you snatch her hand before she can get too far away, just like she did with you. “Hey! Don’t be sorry! I didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously. How about I lead the conversation a bit more and see if that helps you out?”

Soodam nods and trains her eyes on yours. “That… yes, please.”

“Well let’s start with something simple. I promise this one’s not a joke. What’s your favorite color?”

Leading the conversation turns out to be a challenge in and of itself. Soodam seems content (that is, as content as someone with the nerves of a meerkat can be) to answer your questions simply and efficiently, and doesn’t give you much to latch onto. Topics that don’t exactly spark anything in her up until your food arrives include family, school, and vacation destinations.

But the food itself makes her eyes glitter.

“You a big fan of chicken feet?” you ask. It’s rhetorical since you can see drool starting at the corners of her mouth.

Her sudden enthusiasm shocks you awake. “Yes! I love it! See, this is how you eat it, first...”

Soodam’s hands are a blur, grabbing utensils, disposable gloves, and bowls, all while describing the step-by-step process of optimizing the flavor of chicken feet. Before you know it, she’s holding a large, steaming spoon in your face, loaded with rice, sauce, and jiggling chicken cartilage. She stares into your eyes expectantly. It’s a slightly creepy look when it’s not accompanied by a smile, but you’ve already come to expect the awkwardness.

You open your mouth wide and she gently places the food in your mouth. The salt hits you first, then the herbs. You chew carefully since it’s still hot and experience that ever so slightly chewy texture. Then comes the burn. You feel your sinuses clear out and your eyes are watering within seconds. This shit is way hotter than you expected.

“Do you like it?” Soodam asks before you even have time to process all of the sensations.

Options for Part 9:

Of course you like it! This restaurant was a good choice.

Nah, you’re not really that big on chicken feet, but you hope she likes it!

(Picked:) You’ll have to answer that after you ICE YOUR TONGUE WHERE’S THE SODA

You cough once. That’s all it takes for the spice to coat every nook and cranny of your throat. It’s not like you don’t have your fair share of experience with spice, but something in this blend was clearly harvested from one of the rings of hell, because you can already feel your butt clenching in anticipation of the next few days of pain.

Your vision is foggy from the pain and glassy from the tears simultaneously, vaguely like a mirage. You’d call the combination a brilliant grey if you didn’t feel the severe need to pay a surprise visit to Starship Medical and get the blood ties behind your eyes checked out.

“Are you okay?” Soodam asks. Her voice sounds a little distant, like you’re recovering from the sound of a couple of gunshots being fired off on either side of your head.

“Y-hhh I’m fine,” you hiss. The way you’re fanning your eyes probably doesn’t project the same message. “All good vibes here!”

Soodam’s lips are quivering again, you’re pretty sure. “I… let me get you some water!”

It’s not a bad plan. You haven’t had to worry about this for a while, so you’re left trying to remember if water is supposed to help in this situation or make it worse. Or is that milk? Whatever, you already gambled on eating this cherry bomb of a chicken foot. What’s another roll of the dice on something ice cold? Fuck, even some mint chocolate ice cream would be paradise right about now.

At what feels like a caterpillar’s pace to you, Soodam gets a glass in your hand. You’re unsure of your coordination at the moment, but you yank it toward your face and find sweet relief in the refreshing, crisp taste of Coke Zero. Zero calories, zero sugar, great Coke taste! Together tastes better!

It seems the corporate sponsorship is staving off the pain for now. Things were getting a little meta there. You can still feel the spice at the back of your throat. It’s all but guaranteed to come back with a vengeance soon, but for Soodam, everything is worth it… you think. “Thanks,” you gasp.

“You’re… welcome. Sorry.”

“No, you’re fine Soodam. I needed this anyway. My pores were feeling clogged.”

“Really? I can… feed you more.”

You sigh.

Options for Part 10:

Yes, that was definitely not sarcasm. Please, she should feed you more.

(Picked:) You know, it’s funny, it turns out you’re not super hungry. She should eat the rest.

Okay, now she owes you one for attempted futaslaughter. Time for her to eat your ass.

“You know,” you say, still fanning your tongue between words, “It’s funny. It turns out that I’m not super hungry after all. You should eat the rest.”

Soodam’s eyes go wide. You’re sure you’ve said yet another thing to make her scared, nervous, or generally trepidatious, until she whispers, “All of it?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah? I mean if you want it all.”

Her gaze shifts from you to the bounty of food on the table and you think you see the twinkle of a forming tear. “A double order of chicken feet... The whole thing.”

“Um. Yes.”

Soodam sits back down, sparkling eyes fixed on the bounteous feast laid out before her. She lifts her various eating implements. Drool forms at the corners of her mouth. She glances up at you, still breathing briskly through pursed lips, and sets her utensils back down.

“I’m… being selfish. I’m sorry.”

“What? No really, I’m not hungry.”

“Thank you, but I mean all day today. I didn’t treat you like a real person at the salon. And now that we’re here I’m making it all about me.”

You’re a bit taken aback by the apparently very sudden self realization. You can only hope this is the last personality shift you see from Soodam. “Didn’t treat me like a person? I don’t know what you mean.”

Soodam sighs. Her eyebrows scrunch up in some inscrutable combination of frustration and sadness. “No, I… was nervous about the shoot, so I decided to treat you like you weren’t real. When you said you wanted a date… I panicked. I wanted my members to help me and I wanted to do everything like I was here alone… I didn’t take what you wanted into account.”

“Well, Soodam, that’s a little more explanation than I think you necessarily needed to provide, but I—members?”

“Yes. Of Secret Number. We… got rookie of the year a while ago.”

It’s no wonder. You’re always getting tied up in idols’ affairs. “And members? More than one?”

Soodam looks to the side. You follow her gaze. One of the people, a somewhat tan girl in an exercise outfit, sitting at a table near your booth looks back at you like a deer caught in the headlights. After a very awkward moment, she hops off her chair. “I’m going to—Oh hi by the way, I’m Dita. I’m gonna go. I know this is weird…”

“Hi Dita. Nice to meet you,” you say. No sense not being courteous.

“Nice to meet you too. Ummm, bye.” Dita slowly walks away as she gives Soodam the most hesitant half-smile, double-thumbs-up combo you’ve seen in a while.

You turn on Soodam once again. “Any more members? Or anyone else?”

She avoids your gaze. “No. Jinny and Lea... weren’t at the dorm.”

Options for Part 11:

(Picked:) It’s not the first time she’s said she’s nervous. Ask why. Surely the mood swings aren’t just because you’re cute.

You don’t need to know why she’s nervous. You can remedy that with a heavy, maybe naked make out session!

Wait. She wasn’t treating you like a human? Now that you know she’s an idol, that seems real high and mighty! Get out of there!

She probably just needs to air out her true feelings. Confess your love for her and suggest she do the same.

"So to be clear," you say, "You've never dated a girl before."

Soodam nods.

"But you said it's strange for girls to stare at each other."

Soodam nods.

"But you think I'm cute."

Soodam nods again.

"What am I missing that's making you so nervous then? Did the author miss a plot hole?"

Soodam starts nodding, but stops. Her eyebrows stitch together. “What?”

“Forget it. It’s just something I say sometimes. What’s got you so nervous?”

Without a hint of emotion in her voice, but plenty on her face, Soodam softly says, “I’m… an idol.”

“Yeah,” you say at a regular volume, “I gathered that in the last minute. What’s your point though?”

“There’s a dating ban.” Soodam tilts her head to the side as she explains. “And even worse, if it were to get out that I dated a girl… there would be trouble. Especially if people suspect that we...”

She stops speaking altogether. You’re fairly sure she would have said something about sex if she wasn’t Soodam. You lean back and think. It’s not that her point is wrong, exactly.

“Have you been to The Lounge, Soodam?”

Obviously confused, she slowly points at the entrance to the restaurant.

“No, and I think that’s a lobby. The Lounge is a cafe. I’ll take that as a no.”

Soodam shakes her head.

“Okay, so I think we should probably go there sometime so I can prove this point. Um. Yeah, you won’t get caught dating. Or doing anything for that matter.” The words come out of your mouth so fluidly it’s as if you’ve rehearsed this script.

“I don’t…”

“Well I guess if you try to get caught, you could do it.”

Now it’s Soodam’s turn to lean back, staring at you like you’re the crazy one. She still doesn’t have anything to say, so you do what you can to assure her.

“See, I’ve been working with idols for a while now. At least a few years. I’m telling you, idols regularly get up to the craziest stuff, and nobody ever gets caught.”

“That’s… absurd,” Soodam whispers. She’s not actually wrong, come to think of it. It’s not clear exactly how you and all of the idols you know get away with everything you’ve done and seen. But your confidence is unwavering.

You pull your phone out of your bag. “I understand the hesitation. Would you like to ask one yourself? I’ve got a hell of a contacts list. We can make it a video call.”

Soodam’s head tilt gets dangerously close to snapping her neck, but she looks down at your phone and back up, as if prompting you to go through with it.

Well alright. Who’s it going to be?

Options for Part 12:

(Picked:) Call Giselle and pray that SM doesn’t have her too busy to take the call.

Call Chuu and keep your fingers crossed that she doesn’t sound high.

Call Hani and try to count on her even remembering who you are.

Call Ryujin and hope she doesn’t seduce Soodam into leaving the date.

Call Minnie and presume that she won’t try to extort you for her help.

An SM idol seems like your best bet to convince someone that you have connections. And wouldn't you know it? Giselle is pretty close to the top of your contacts list.

Black Mamba plays quietly as you call. Soodam's eyes grow wide.

And there's no answer. Eventually the phone just shuts off. It doesn’t give you a chance to leave a voice message.

Now it's your turn to look nervous at Soodam. "Guess she must be bus—"

Your phone rings. Thank fuck, Giselle is calling back.

“Hey, what’s up? Sorry. I couldn’t reach my phone in time.”

Giselle’s face lights up your phone, only partially superimposed in the corner by the blank void where your selfie camera points back at your face. She’s wearing some strange, high fashion get up: An open jacket with pointy shoulders, half a pair of sunglasses (sun… monocle? sunmonocle), and a very very small fedora-like hat. She’s surrounded by dozens of staff in what looks to be yet another Givenchy promo shoot.

“Sup Jizzy? I’ve got a friend here who, it turns out, is an idol like you!" You turn the phone around. Soodam freezes like a deer in the headlights.

"Oooh! Girl, obviously I know Soodam."

Soodam slaps her hands over her mouth. You respond for her. "Really? How's that?"

"Secret Number is a big deal. You should know that. Besides, gotta keep an eye on those Japanese idols. If you don—" The phone cuts out for a moment. "—ut Lea's super chill from what I hear."

You laugh, partially to widen the break in Giselle’s speech. She can go on forever sometimes. "So here's the thing Jizzy. We're on a date, but Soodam is worried about getting caught."

"What? Why?"

You nod at Soodam, who hasn't so much as twitched. "You wanna tell her?"

She doesn't lower her hands, and barely whispers, "Dating ban…"

That's all Giselle needs, it seems, as she jumps back into it. "Oh don't worry about that. It's literally impossible to get caught. Check this out. Hey manager! Yeah! Hey! I just got a call from a chick with a gorgeous cock! You cool if I take a break to go meet up with her so she can eat me out?"

There's a moment of silence. Giselle seems to be waiting for a response. Soodam looks terrified, but that's nothing new. You're slightly shocked at having been randomly outed and at Giselle’s brazenness.

"Aw, he says no. But that's no surprise. I'm actually working right now. But look at that! A whole room of people heard me say that and their only concern is that I might take a break. Hey you! You heard me just now right? Why did I want a break again? Oh you don't remember? Shame. I wanted to go get fucked. By a futa gir—"

You quickly turn the phone back around.

Options for Part 13:

Interrupt Giselle. She shouldn't be pushing her luck with this weirdness! Shut up!

(Picked:) Ask Giselle when the next time is that you'll meet up to fuck. Kill two birds with one video call.

Hang up! You didn’t mean to reveal that to Soodam and now you need to do damage control.

"Hey! Hey! Jizzy! Shush! Don't push your luck," you hiss. Though, maybe like Giselle, you don't actually have to contain your voice. "But no, really. Not right now. I gotta go because I'm on a date, but when are we going to meet up next?"

"Like the next time you destroy my holes, you mean? You busy on Sunday?"

"Nope, let's do it! Text me a time."

"Ha, yeah girl! I'll see you then. Keep your cock warm in the new girl for m—Oh, good to meet you Soodam! Get my number from her and we can meet in person! Byyye!"

You smile, wave, and tap the button to hang up. What a fun girl, that Giselle…

Oh shit, that was a huge change in tone from the rest of the date.

You look up to see Soodam staring at you like a deer in the headlights. Or, you know, like Soodam.

You gingerly set the phone down next to you on the seat. "Sorry. Bad manners to talk to other people on a date."

She doesn't move. Actually, after spending a certain amount of time with Soodam, you think "deer in the headlights" might not be a strong enough idiom. She's like a… Buddha... mannequin.

"And sorry for not telling you a few other important factors about dati—"

"You're… poly?" Oh damn, Soodam can still speak.

"I guess that's one way to put it. It's hard to define, but that's a pretty efficient way to put it. I probably should have brought it up before the date, but I didn't want to sound too presumptu—"

"CanIjoin?" This girl is really getting into the habit of interrupting you. Wait.

"Sorry, what?"

"Can… I join?" Soodam speaks between inward breaths. She's going to explode soon if she doesn't exhale.

"Just like that? I mean this our first date, and…" Your tongue goes a little numb. You can't remember the last time you turned someone down. Is that even what you're doing?

"Yes. Can I." Intake. "Be one of." Intake. "Your girlfriends?" Her face is getting red, but you can't tell if it's because she's holding her breath or if it's your run of the mill blush. Probably both.

That was forward of her. You think.

Options for Part 14:

Yeah, you're turning her down. This date has been extremely… unconventional. Not interested.

Of course she can be one of your girlfriends. You've been trying to tap that this whole time.

(Picked:) Girlfriends? Poly? Hold up. You don't define your relationships. This requires a much longer discussion.

“I… um.” You stutter. But for the sake of Soodam’s presumably precious lungs, you should probably make up your mind.

“Sorry, Soodam. I really don’t want to reject you, and I’m not, but I don’t like putting labels on my relationships. It wouldn’t be fair to… some other people if I just said yes.”

Soodam’s lips quiver and her eyes start waterin—oh no, you made her cry! Fuck! That’s now how this is supposed to work! “No, Soodam! I’m sorr—“

“Ohthankgod,” she says through a quickly released breath. She leans over the table, clutching at her chest.

“Thank?”

“I don’t know what came over me… why I asked that. I’m not ready to date. I’m… Oh god, Giselle knew my name, and…”

You stare at the top of her heaving head. She didn’t mean it when she asked to be your girlfriend? Well, now you’re a little hurt. She sort of technically said you were cute earlier… “I mean, I’m not ready to date either. But, you know, like, I was really considering it. I would just need, like, some convincing.”

Soodam falls back against her seat, fanning her face, still working on regulating her breathing. “No, that’s okay… I really can’t date… Too weird.”

“Too weird? Is it about me being a futa? Because, like, that’s not always the ca—”

She interrupts, again, a little more in control of herself. “That’s not what I mean. It’s relationships. I can’t… take that much attention.”

You stare at each other for a few moments. “Like this?” you ask, realizing you’re being very attentive suddenly.

Soodam rips her eyes away from yours and nods rapidly. “I like the idea… of being with someone pretty like you.” You can feel your self esteem re-enter your body. “I just don’t think I can… love?”

Oooh, heavy.

“You still want to spend time together without being romantic?” you ask.

She looks back into your eyes just long enough to convey that she’s being genuine when she nods. You smile back and hold out your hand, a little off to the side to avoid dipping your elbow in hell’s favorite chicken feet sauce. “May I make a suggestion then? Like a real one.”

Soodam shifts under her cardigan into a slightly more relaxed pose. Her face still seems to be expressing some amount of consternation, but you’re starting to catch on to the concept that it might just be her permanent state of being, like it’s her personal twist on resting bitch face. But even so, the corners of her mouth twitch upward.

Options for Part 15:

You can just be good friends! With the single stipulation that you occasionally hold hands in public, no matter how lewd that is.

(Picked:) Come on. Say it with yourself now. Friends. With. Benefits. Ain’t nothing wrong with some emotionally aloof butt-fucking!

You know, you still have to pick and edit the stuff from her photoshoot, and you could use help. Ask if she wants to be your coworker!

"If you like the idea of, you know, being together," You pause to watch Soodam slowly nod. "But you don't want to do a relationship, which I also don't, to reiterate," You pause again. Same reaction. "But you are totally cool with maybe perhaps staying friends, which I love the idea of," She doesn't nod this time. Instead, one side of her mouth wiggles up. It may look a little hesitant, but it sure seems like the most genuine… or only smile you've seen from her today.

"We could maybe, if it's cool, try a situation like, say,"

"Gal pals?!" Soodam's outburst makes you jump a little, and gets some dirty looks from the surrounding restaurant patrons.

You take a second to process. "Wait, gal pals?"

Soodam nods, very enthusiastically now.

"I thought you didn't want the romance."

"What?"

"Gal pal is a romantically coded term."

"It just means… girls who are friends but has a secret connotation that they have sex sometimes."

"Who told you that?"

Soodam's smile fades. It was nice while it lasted. "I… looked it up."

"It's about… okay, you're technically correct, but the general implications is that the titular 'gals' who are being 'pals' are actually in a committed relationship with each other."

She snatches your hand, which you suddenly remember has been floating over the table for a while now. "No! That's not what… what do you call lesbian friends with benefits then?"

You smirk. At least you were going in the same direction. "Um, 'friends with benefits?' But there's space to make adjustments to the terminology."

"Are you sure it's not 'gal pals?' Why does it have to be romantic?" Soodam gives you an unexpectedly angry glare, catching you off guard. Her grip on your hand gets a little tight.

"I just—"

"Who told you that's the case?"

You suddenly don't recall. Maybe it's best to relent. "I… good point. Let's be gal pals then?"

The smile isn't so hesitant and lopsided this time. Her eyes make way for a single dimple. "Okay."

The rest of the date feels like more of a… well, a date. Soodam opens up and actually engages in conversation, even if she's still awkward and very to the point about most subjects. She annihilates the chicken feet throughout, not even noticing that you steal the occasional spoonful of rice (there's no way you'll be incinerating your soft palate just because you're a bit hungry).

A few times, she makes a little flirtatious move on you: a brush of the foot on your leg, a stroke of the finger on the back of your hand, a bite of the lip when you make eye contact. It's somewhere between juvenile and impossibly arousing. The sun has gone down outside by the time you even think to tear your eyes from her to look at the time. A skinny young man in an apron walks by and subtly reminds the two of you that the restaurant is trying to close, and you're the only ones left.

Outside, you catch a glimpse of the coffee shop across the street, Denise and Dita in the window. They're clearly still trying to evade detection, but being the only people with a reason to use binoculars at night in a public space gives them away.

Soodam catches your hand. "I guess this is bye for now."

"I guess so. I'm glad we met up, Soodam."

"Me too… pal." She grins far too widely at her single entendre. She turns you to fully face her and goes in for a hug, face pressed against your shoulder. You return the gesture, trying not to laugh at your own speculative mental image of her members' reaction on the other side of the street.

"Can we meet again soon?" she asks, muffled.

"Of course…" You remember a very good reason to meet again soon. "I have to get your pictures to you."

There's a long pause. Maybe mentioning several gigabytes of lewd and nude photos of your date isn't the best way to end the night. But then, the hint of mischievousness in her voice tells you it wasn't all that bad.

"Actually, can I… help you pick them?"

You pull away from the hug enough to see Soodam's lip-biting grin.

"Oh dear, Soodam. How suggestive."

The hug itself gets a little more suggestive when her fingers trail down and squeeze your ass. "I'm not suggesting anything… Are you?"

"Of course not. It will be a perfectly normal, friendly day of looking at your naked pictures."

"Day?"

"Or night. You pick."

"Hm. A day sounds good. That will give you more time to figure it out."

"Figure it out? Figure what out?"

Soodam's grip on your buttcheeks becomes extra brazen, curling inward and kneading. "That I won't be wearing panties, like today."

You feel like you should say something about how you no longer have to figure that out since she told you, but your curiosity and latent horniness overwhelm you. You start to reach for her butt to get your hands on it the same way her hands are on yours, or maybe you can go under her skirt. That perfect, bubble-round butt that you've tried so hard not to think about since arriving at the restaurant is so close! So ready for your touch!

But Soodam backs off. Your fingertips merely brushed her hips, and your own ass suddenly felt very lonely and unsqueezed. "Text me your address if you want me… to come over."

Even in your mild daze, you catch on. That particular pause was much more intentional than most. You shudder. This girl might be more seductive than she's been letting on.

"Friday. Yep, Friday is good. I'll send you my address tonight."

Before you can react, Soodam is millimeters away from your face. She gives you a chaste peck on the corner of your mouth and drops back. "Don't look at the pictures until then, okay?"

Soodam is walking away by the time you regain enough of your senses to speak again. The sway of her frustratingly opaque and barely too long skirt don't help."H-hey! What was the photoshoot for, anyway?"

You can barely make out the blush on her cheeks in the dim street light as she turns back to you. "I'll… tell you on Friday."

The anticlimactic answer pains you as much as the sight of her slowly shrinking silhouette. When she turns a corner, you finally get the unfortunate relief of not watching her.

Another day, a little more than just another photoshoot. It really was an interesting one.

Thank fuck for that overused plot device.

THE END

Heylo, thank you for bearing with joining me for another one of these! Sorry for the, uh, drawn out time frame. But like... it happens.

Anyway, on to the stuff!

Storyline unlocks:

[Soodam - PromiScoodam]

[Giselle - Ally]

Unpicked option facts:

Part 1: No lie, the studio was going to be called salon érotique regardless of the option picked. This is a SMUT.

Part 3: Damn, nobody wanted smut in this SMUT apparently. No votes for anything except the fluffy option. Obviously this would have been a very different story overall if not for this.

Part 4: If the vote had been to call her out for rudeness, I was going to write her as a more dominant personality moving forward.

Part 7: The Monty Python reference was not in my original outline. I hadn't thought of an option that would reveal Denise and Dita up to that point, so I tossed it in as half a joke. The no questions option was meant to make it more rom-com as she'd have stumbled around over two different explanations in her ear.

Part 10: While not a fun fact about the options, this part was fun to write because I accidentally incorporated a couple references to other writers' stories that I enjoyed, and eventually decided to go back and fill it with more of that.

Part 12: Calling Chuu and Hani were the "bad" options, resulting in Soodam not believing you. It wouldn't have ended the story, but would have made her very suspicious of you. Ryujin was a sex option because Soodam was going to get hot and bothered and basically jump you. And Minnie would have turned out much the same as Giselle, but I would have swapped Minnie out of Sorry for Shuhua (not for any good reason, but just to not repeat idols so quickly).

Part 13: Y'all caught me off guard with this vote. I thought you were trying to keep the story pure, but nooo. I had already started writing Part 14 as if one of the other two options had been picked, but then the overwhelming majority was like "Kk, sex talk time." Not that I especially mind, but it was a funny switch up.

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queen--kenobi · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 12

Body Worship with Lady Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Prompt list by @the-purity-pen

Kinktober 2021

Tag list for Kinktober 2021

Regular tag list

Warnings: NSFT (nipple play, dry humping/grinding, one partner clothed while the other isn't, dirty talk, hints of orgasm denial, praise kink, D/s dynamics)

“Alcina, don’t te- aaahhh.” Your voice breaks at the end, turning into a breathy moan as your Lady nips your earlobe. The pinprick of sharper than normal teeth feels good, and she’s quick to soothe the sting with her tongue.

“Hush, darling.” She murmurs. “All in good time.”

She takes hold of the zipper of your dress and slowly unzips the offending garment. When she lets go, it pool around your feet. She offers you her hand, and you use her hold to stabilize yourself as you step out of it. It leaves you clad in nothing but a set of lingerie, the silky kind that Alcina had custom-made for you.

You know her, so as soon as you’re out, you carefully pick it up and throw it in the laundry hamper. She watches you from her place in her chair, a smile making its way onto her face.

“Good girl.” She praises. Heat rushes through you, and you duck your head. “Come here.”

You wouldn’t dare defy her now, even if you could. Once you’re in front of her, she takes a moment to simply take you in. If anyone else did this, it would come off as leering, but with Alcina, it felt like you were a beautiful piece of art. She reaches out to pull you onto her lap, arranging you to her liking. You end up with your legs spread wide so you’re perfectly astride her lap. The way she’s positioned, you get some friction against your still clothed core. It’s enough to stoke the fire within you.

“Stunning.” She murmurs. One of her hands comes up and slides one of your bra straps down. You go to deny her words, but she leans forward to press a series of slow kisses along the side of your neck. You gasp. When you tilt your head back so she can better access your neck, as if you’re baring your throat to her, she grins against your skin.

Her free hand comes around to deftly undo the clasps of your bra. Her fingers skate against the bare skin, and you shiver in her hold. She doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the pride wash over her.

“Alcina.” Your voice comes out more of a whine than anything else. She gives you a look, although there’s no real heat behind it.

“Hush now, darling. I’ve got you.” She pulls you in for a lazy kiss. You can’t help the rock of your hips when she palms one of your tits through your bra. You’re sure you must look a sight, one bra strap hanging down at your elbow as the lady of the castle lightly squeezes your breasts.

She looks positively delighted at your state when she pulls away. Her eyes darken, a pronounced hunger creeping into her gaze. Your skin feels as if it’s on fire.

“If I could find a suitable painter, I’d have your portrait made. It would make such a beautiful piece of art.” She chooses that moment to skate her fingers across the tops of your breasts in that moment, causing you to gasp. “You’re nothing less than a vision.”

Any protests die on your lips as she pushes the other bra strap down and lets it fall to the floor. She circles one of her fingers slowly around your newly exposed breast, starting in a large circle and slowly zeroing in on where you want her fingers most. Even though she hasn’t even touched them yet, your nipples begin to pebble. You squirm in her hold with each passing movement. It doesn’t help she starts kissing your neck again, her other hand between your shoulder blades to keep you upright.

When she touches finally touch one, the briefest sensation of her fingers ghosting across the sensitive flesh, you keen. Your hip jolt, and oh. That feels really good. Alcina's smile is downright devious.

"Poor thing." She coos.

"Don't be a tease." Your tone comes out more pouty than anything else. She pinches one of your nipples lightly, and fuck. You grind down on her, seeking any sort of friction you can get while you arch your chest.

"I'm in a generous mood tonight, so I'll forgive your... indiscretion." She warns you. You nod.

"I'm sorry." She likes to make you beg, make you whimper and plead, but if she senses you're getting too demanding with it, she will leave you hanging. You know from personal experience.

"Good girl." The praise goes straight to your head and your groin. You nearly crumple forward. She catches you, like she always does, like she always will.

"You've been extraordinarily good for me recently. I think that deserves some sort of reward." She runs her nails, her regular ones and not the claws, lightly along your back. "What do you think?"

"Please." You murmur. Her free hand gently guides you to rock against her. The friction is muted through the fabric, but it still feels good. One hand moves, and you gasp as you feel her thumb slowly move over the sensitive flesh.

"Please what?" She lightly pinches the other nipple. You jolt forward.

"Please, my Lady."

"Good girl, remembering your manners." She presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat. "What would you like, darling? Would you like my tongue? Or my fingers? Or both? The world is your oyster."

"Whatever... whatever my Lady decides." You manage. It's hard. Alcina starts making her way down your clavicle as you speak. She makes a noise.

"Oh, my dear. I was hoping for that." She murmurs. "I've been wanting to spend quite some time reminding you of how beautiful you are. Will you let me?" The hand on your waist slips down to cup you through your underwear. She doesn't do anything, but you can feel the heat from her palm.

"Please, my Lady."

Tag list: @ashotofspotchka @leonidas-banana-phone @uponrightful @whore4rex @wolffescumslut @night-snows00 @muffledgorillaviolence @deewithani @daceydeath

#NSFT #lady dimitrescu x reader #Kinktober 2021 #lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

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oneprompt · 3 years ago

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hi… your writing is absolutely amazing <33 can you do a sanji x reader WHERE HES JUST RLLY SUBMISSIVE TO YOU ?? or one where he’s dominant because I don’t see dom sanji a lot.. but I’m a slut for submissive sanji so like ‼️ it’s embarrassing to say but can this be nsfw? the scenario could be where sanji asks you to be dominant in the bedroom, and like when you start to degrade him HE REALLY LIKES IT SO YOU KEEP DOINF IT AND ]\]+|¥ okay am I explaining this well?? This is my first time submitting a request I’m so sorry if this makes no sense . basically just a sanji x reader where sanji enjoys being degraded <3 if you can of course! 🧡

authors note : thank you so much , im flattered to hear such a kind thing directed at me ! <3 and this request ? i adore your brain , sanji is . most definitely a sub ! i did hc + a drabble like i always do <3 hope these are enough

NSFW / SMUT WARNING

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tags : degrading , femdom , sub / dom , ( verbal ) masochism , ( alight ) master kink

Sub! Sanji x Dom! Reader Headcanons

• You were a bit surprised from the sudden change of pace from Sanji. You both have a rather fluid routine when it came to sex , neither of you ever being a strict sub or dom. And with the mention of things such as verbal degrading and humiliation... you couldn’t help but be taken aback. Not in a bad way, of course! You were more then open to spice things up with your lover.

• You couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious as you stepped into your shared room, dark blue lace masking your most feminine areas, a garter holding up the matching stockings. You had picked out the lingerie to match the blue that Sanji often wore. Needless to say, his reaction to your body is instant. But who can blame him, truly? Seeing a woman in such scandalous clothing, you’re bound to grow antsy.

• You two are immediately on each other, kissing and touching one another. The more foreplay and light touches Sanji gave you, the more excited you got, the fabric of your brand new panties already grow wet. Sanji seemed so desperate, so needy..

• You found yourself shocked by your own words, the heat of the moment carrying your words better then your own brain. “You’re such a pervert... already getting so hard for me. What type of freak rubs his dick on a girls new clothes?” Your own jaw dropped at your words. Would Sanji be upset over you saying that? Would he have taken it to heart?

• To your relief, you were met with the view of Sanji’s face turning a pure shade of scarlet, his eyes half lidded. He had such a cute smirk on his face, he looked so shy, despite the large erection that peeked up from his boxers. He couldn’t help but fawn over your attitude, encouraging to take your insults even further.

• And so you did. Sure, you still felt a bit guilty for being so cruel to him but you couldn’t deny how worked up it was getting you, nor how pleasing it was for your boyfriend. Sanji showed the most pleasure as you yanked on his tie, ordering him around and calling him tons of names.

• When you two get to the main course, Sanji had already been made a mess by the grinding of your hips and words alone. So, once you prop yourself up ontop of him and let your flooding hole hold his member captive, he turns into pure putty. It’s cute. So very cute.

• The way Sanji pleads and begs for you, moaning and mewling as he repeated your name over and over again. He was a mess, he looked like a true man whore beneath you. You make sure to still degrade him and occasionally yank at his blonde locks while making him pleasure you with his sweet dick.

• Sanji is quick to cum ( not without begging first , though ), letting out a high pitched whine and moan as he came inside of you, even getting a bit on you as he pulled out afterward, leaving your thighs and labia a cum drizzled scape.

Sub! Sanji x Dom! Reader Oneshot

The cries Sanji let out under you was like nothing you had ever heard. Sanji was a very prideful man, at least in the presence of others. Right now, he was nothing but a mask of what he is for the public. He’s not Black Legged Sanji right now, right now he’s your slut.

“Y-Y/n-san..~..Please give me more..” Sanji whimpered out in pleasure, holding himself back from throwing his hips upward, making your hungry hole eat his shaft. You were moving so painfully slow... “Please..faster...”

Your hands stayed planted firmly on his chest, your nails carefully digging themselves into his collarbone. “I’ll move when i want to. Mutts don’t get to tell master what to do..” You sighed out in pleasure, feeling your insides hug Sanji’s girth. You smiled at the sight of Sanji’s face glowing a darker shade of red from your words. He was adorable.

“I’ll beg...please, just go faster,” Sanji said, looking up at you, his gaze pleading. He looked so desperate, he was making an expression you had never seen him make before. You couldn’t help but grow more aroused at the sight of such a rare face.

“Okay, beg, then..” You smirked softly, leaning down and kissing Sanji’s cheek. You patiently waited for Sanji to speak up.

“Y/n-san... please use me up. I’m all yours...no other woman will ever hold my heart captive the way you do,” It was odd. Even when engulfed by pleasure, Sanji still managed to be his poetic and romantic self, didnt he?

With those magic words, your hips snapped downward, taking Sanji balls deep inside of you, the tip of his member staying jammed against the depth of your cervix. You couldn’t hold back as you moaned lustfully, tilting your head back in pleasure. The large frame of the bed began to creek as you eagerly rode the chef, your hips bouncing along with your supple breasts. It felt far too good. Being in a position like this with the role you had in this very moment was more then enough to make you orgasm at any moment.

Sanji couldn’t keep his mouth shut, gentle gasps puffing out of his lips, a line of drool dripping down along the corner of his mouth. Why hadn’t Sanji asked you to do this any sooner? It felt amazing, certainly the best sex the two of you have had.

“Y/n, don’t stop...degrade me, please~,” Sanji moaned out, the pleasure in his voice dragging the letters with it. His eyes were shut as he huffed and puffed, trying to stabilize the rapid mewls that flew out of him.

“Don’t order me around.. you aren’t in the position to do that, unless you want to be punished,” You said shakily, voice trembling from the amount of pleasure that dived in and out of your body.

Punished? Oh, now that was a thought Sanji liked. If just verbal torture felt so good, how good would it be to have you be more hands on with it? The thought of you as a domantrix made him more excited. A dark corset looping itself along your waist, paired with matching gloves. And all sorts of lewd tools on your side to make Sanji scream. It sounds like heaven to him.

“Punish me, Y/n-san! Please..be mean,” Sanji begged, grovelling under your body. And so, that’s what you did. You didn’t hesitate to lift your hips off of Sanji’s erection, the tip a deep red as it looked about ready to burst with the amount of cum he had been holding back.

A pout snuck its way into Sanji’s face as his girthy dick twitched in disappointment. This isn’t the punishment he wanted..

“Why’re you pouting? I said i’d be mean,” You smirked slightly, now located in between your lovers legs.

“I didn’t think-,” Sanji’s breath hitched as you squeezed his throbbing dick in between your breasts, the coating of your own wetness and Sanji’s precum already having it lubed further enough.

Sanji stuttered as you began to move your breasts, letting them bounce against his shaft, making up a pleasurable friction against the sensitive appendage. It felt so good, something as minor as this was enough to have Sanji trembling and begging.

He looked down at you with his beautiful pearly blues, tears of overstimulation brimming his eyes. This was beginning to be far too much for him, holding his ejaculation back was impossible at this point, and Sanji made that very apparent. Without a single word from him you let out the magic words, still letting him thrust into your breasts.

“You may cum, Sanji-kun.” You smiles lovingly at the blonde, awaiting his seed to paint your face. Sanji has been waiting all night for you to say those words, that single chain.

In an instant, thick ropes of Sanji’s semen spouted out from his dick, hitting the warmth of your cheeks and making your entire face sticky. Thankfully for you, it only got upon your face, and not your hair.

Sanji looked absolutely blissed out, letting his head hit the pillows as he was laid out entirely. The small breaths that escaped him made you giggle quietly. He was so incredibly cute.

You feel as if you and Sanji learnt a bit more about each other today, and understood your own selves a lot better.

#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece smut #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #sanji vinsmoke #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji x you #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji smut #fanfic #fanfic smut

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formidxble · 4 years ago

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summary: eating dinner with your parents and seungmin should not be this hard. maybe you’re just giddy to see your folks again or maybe it’ s because your panties are vibrating.

pairing: kim seungmin x female reader

word count: 4.9k

genre: smut/ pwp and fluff

smut warning: edging, slight degradation (use of the words slut and whore), use of sex toy, semi-public, softdom!seungmin

tagged: @moonlit-lixie @lilixeu @meow-minho

based on this request. this work is also a way of thanking everyone who followed my blog! happy 100 followers to me HAHAHA all jokes aside, thank you so much for the support. i hope to continue putting out work y’all enjoy, and most importantly, i enjoy. again, thank you, from the bottom of my heart!! <3

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--UNEDITED-- “alright, thanks!” seungmin calls out to the delivery man, hands filled with a package he was waiting weeks for. he was supposed to gift it to you last valentines, but it didn’t arrive in time. now he’s sat in his apartment, wondering what the hell to do with the pair of vibrating panties placed carefully inside the box on his lap. on his bedside table, his phone rings. he reaches over to grab it before pressing the accept button.

“yeah?” seungmin answers. he hears you giggle in response and his heart skips a beat. his eyes travel to the box, wondering when and where he’ll be able to give it to you. there was no special occasion coming up and if he gave it to you randomly, wouldn’t it be weird?

“hey baby,” you greet, “are you busy this saturday?”

seungmin raises an eyebrow as he opens his mouth to speak, “no, babe. what’s up?” he removes the box off of his lap, setting it down beside him on the bed.

“my parents are inviting us for dinner, so i was wondering if you were free.” seungmin’s eyes widen at your words and he looks up at the ceiling, wondering if the gods above heard of his predicament. this couldn’t have come at a better time. he clears his throat before answering.

“of course, i’m free. if mr. and mrs. y/l/n want to see us, then you bet we’re going.”

that saturday night, seungmin retrieves the unopened box from his closet, placing it on top of his bed before opening it. he chuckles to himself as he lays the matching black lace undergarments on his bed. it looked beautiful like this, what more on you? he buries his face in his hands as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. this was new and something the both of you were definitely not used to. you two had talked about incorporating sex toys in your sex life, but no one really took the initiative.

until tonight.

though the undergarments looked heavenly to take off later, the main attraction was the pair of panties.

when seungmin decided to buy you a pair of vibrating panties, he never thought it would be this hard to set up. seungmin always thought that he just had to press a button and it would work, but it turns out that he had to charge the slim, vulva-shaped vibrator that’ll be placed inside the panties. not only that, he had to figure out how to put the vibrator in without worrying that it’ll potentially fall out. it takes him 10 minutes to realize that there is a small pouch in the crotch area of the underwear where he could slip the vibrator in. ah, he thought, that’s where the vibrations come from. seungmin hums to himself when he turns the device on using the remote, buzzing bouncing off of the underwear.

seungmin takes his time to admire the pair of panties as it buzzed. the vibrator was thin enough that it didn’t bulge out of the panties or make it too bulky. the buzzing wasn’t as loud as he thought it would be and that was a good sign. this was your first time with a sex toy and he didn’t want it to be traumatic. most importantly, seungmin didn’t really want your parents to know that he, your boyfriend, bought you a pair of underwear with the thought of using it to get you off in public. he exhales through his nose as he turns the vibrator off.

seungmin folds the undergarments as best as he could and puts it back in its box. he was nervous, but he knows that tonight will be anything but normal. he’ll make sure that it’ll be a night both of you won’t forget. he inserts the box in a small paper bag before making his way out of his apartment. while seungmin drives to your apartment, he busies himself with thoughts of anything else that doesn’t involve his plans for tonight.

you, on the other hand, are busying yourself with making sure you looked good for tonight’s dinner with your parents. you haven’t seen them in so long and you wanted to let them know you’ve been taking care of yourself. of course, there’s also the thought of looking presentable for seungmin, but you know he’ll love whatever you’ll come out in. you didn’t know how long you’ve been standing in front of your closet until you hear a knock on your front door. you groan softly as you make your way to it.

the door opens and seungmin is greeted by the sight of you still in your pajamas. he tilts his head, eyebrows slightly raised. you twirl around playfully.

“you like my outfit, babe?” seungmin shakes his head as he chuckles, stepping inside the apartment and closing the front door behind him. of course he does, no matter how simple and domestic it looked. it wasn’t the outfit he was expecting that you’ll be wearing to dinner, though.

“yep,” he hums as he tries to ignore how heavy the box of vibrating panties is getting in the paper bag, “i’m sure your parents will love it, as well.” it wasn’t the time to get cold feet, not when he’s standing in front of you. he puts the paper bag behind him as he watches you scoff at his remark and make your way back into your bedroom.

“give me a few minutes,” you call out, “i’m going to shower, then we’re out.” seungmin waits for you to close the bedroom door before releasing a breath he didn’t know he was even holding. after a few minutes of pacing around in the living room, he walks to your bedroom, opening the door as quietly as possible. the shower was still running, so it was the only time he can sneak in his gift for you. before you could get out of the shower, seungmin removes the undergarments from the box and unfolds it to put on the bed. he tilts his head to look at his work, nodding after as he reaches out to your bedside table to grab a piece of paper.

“wear this tonight, baby.” seungmin writes. he leaves the piece of paper beside the undergarments before walking out of the bedroom to go to the living room, where he’ll be thinking of his life decisions until you come out again. it doesn’t help that his pants are starting to tent at the thought of you wearing the lingerie he bought for you. seungmin bites his lip when his back makes contact with the couch.

you’re humming a tune to yourself when you walk out of the bathroom. something on your bed catches your eye as you’re making your way to your closet. you gasp when you realize what it was. seungmin bought you a matching set of lace lingerie. you run your hand down the fabric, cheeks heating up as your eyes catch the note he left beside the undergarments.

you lift the bra up by its straps, giggling when you notice that seungmin bought you the right size. he took off tons of your bras before, surely he’ll memorize the size written on the tag of the bra. you remove the towel wrapped around your torso before putting the bra on. it hugged your upper torso perfectly and it held your breasts in place just right. you grabbed the pair of panties, slipping them on. it somehow felt heavier, but maybe it was just the weight of the fabric. you ignore the thought popping up in your head because seungmin couldn’t have, right?

right?

seungmin jumps slightly when he hears the bedroom door open again. the tent in his pants have long disappeared as anxiety took over his brain earlier. to say that he was nervous was an understatement. his eyes take in your figure as you walk over to him, your off-shoulder dress hugging the curves of your body just the way you knew he liked. it wasn’t too revealing and something he could bear throughout the entirety of the dinner. thank god. but one thought stood in his mess of a brain, were you wearing it?

“you really bought me lingerie?” you ask and seungmin nods sheepishly, a hand coming up to the back of his neck. “i like them, they look nice.”

seungmin nods, heart pounding in his chest as he realizes you didn’t know what you were actually wearing. you start walking over to him with a smile and that’s when seungmin decides it’s a great time to let you feel what it is he bought.

you squeal when you feel the soft vibrations between your thighs, legs instinctively closing together as you hunch over to grip the couch. you look up at seungmin, slightly glaring at him when you finally comprehend the situation. your previous thought of seungmin not being able to purchase sex toys? vanished, gone with the wind.

seungmin laughs at your reaction as he moves in closer to you to hold your hand. he was no longer nervous because you seemed to be enjoying it, judging from the way your body reacted with every vibration flowing through you. he watches you as you bite your lip.

“do you like your surprise, sweetheart?” you gasp when he increases the vibrations, squeezing his hand as you struggle not to moan. seungmin puts a finger under your chin, lifting it up so your eyes meet. you look into his eyes, trying to find some sort of answer for why he was doing this to you, minutes from the dinner with your parents. the people who raised you, the people who saw you grow up. he blinks.

“speak when spoken to, babe.”

you inhale sharply before saying, “yes, i do.” seungmin smiles at your response as he steps away from you. you were going crazy, but at least he decreased the speed. you couldn’t believe he actually pushed through with the idea of bringing in sex toys in your sex life. it wasn’t a bad thing, you just didn’t expect he’d be the first one to initiate it.

“here’s what we’re going to do tonight, baby,” he starts, bringing forward the hand that was behind his back, remote in hand, “you’re going to wear this to dinner and i will not hear a moan,” seungmin moves torturously close to you and his fingertips graze your collarbone, “a whimper, or even begging from you. you will continue on with dinner as calmly as possible.”

“you’re my whore,” you moan softly at his words, watching as his finger hovered over the increase button, “but, we don’t want your parents knowing, hm?” you shake your head immediately and he hums in approval. you squeeze your legs together as the soft vibrations continued their assault on your clit and on your folds.

“good,” seungmin whispers, turning the vibrator off completely. you almost whine at the lack of movement between your thighs, but you knew better than to complain. you straighten your back and clear your throat to bring yourself back to the present. your head was already a mess and this was only the start of what he was planning. seungmin grins, handing out his other hand as the other pockets the remote.

“you ready to go?” you roll your eyes at how upbeat he was. it’s like he didn’t tease you earlier. you nod, nonetheless, thanking him when he opens the front door for you.

thankfully, the car ride to your parents was smooth. seungmin didn’t turn the device on at all and you were thankful because you would have came more than once in the passenger seat. it scared you, however, because that would only mean that he’ll be turning it on during dinner, during conversation. you almost didn’t want to step out of the car, but here you were, standing in front of your parents’ house and waiting for them to answer the door.

“y/n and seungmin!” your father greets as the door opens. seungmin, the bastard he is, turns the vibrator on its lowest setting when you lean in to give your father a hug. behind you, seungmin swallows as he notices your legs trying to squeeze themselves together. only the two of you knew what was happening and that makes the whole situation hotter than he could have ever imagined. both of you can get caught any moment, but it doesn’t really affect his decision when he increases the speed slightly as you hug your mother.

“come in, come in!” your mother smiles, motioning for the both of you to come inside. your legs are already feeling weak, the vibrations continuing on your folds and on your clit. seungmin’s right beside you, putting an arm around you to support you as you both walked in your parents’ house, the house you’re about to desecrate even if you’re just going to be sitting at the dining table. you face turns red at the thought and it turns redder when seungmin leans in to whisper.

“remember what i said earlier, baby. be a good girl.”

“the food’s not yet done cooking, but please,” your mother hums as she walks into the kitchen, “make yourselves at home!” you smile at her to try and get rid of the redness on your face. you decide to sit down on the living room couch as the scent of your dinner flows through the room. you weren’t hungry for that, anyway. you were merely after some sort of release and you knew that will satisfy all your needs tonight.

but this night has only just begun and you knew you were going to be screwed by the end of it, both literally and figuratively.

sitting down while the vibrator was on proved to be a bad idea as it presses on your clit twice as stronger. you grip seungmin’s knee when he sits down beside you and he doesn’t give you as much as a glance and you notice his hand is in his pocket. before you knew it, the vibrations have increased. you lean back to rest your back on the couch, but it doesn’t help either. the angle only doubles the pressure, hitting your nub in the most perfect of ways. you scream internally when your father stands in front of the couch, a glass in hand.

“was the ride here okay? traffic’s been awfully bad today,” you father mentions before taking a sip of his drink.

“yes, thankfully it was, sir. the road’s have cleared up when we left her apartment,”seungmin grins, turning to look at you as you struggled to keep your composure. “but traffic has always been a problem here, so i guess it’s expected.”

your father nods, eyes glancing at how stiff you were. nevertheless, he opens his mouth again to say, “i think the construction of the new shopping center is causi—“ his words enter one of your ears and exits the other.

you’ve always known how much your father excelled in talking about the most mundane of things, but it was only tonight that you realized that he went on so many tangents that the main subject of the conversation seemingly just vanishes into thin air. it’s a talent, you think, how he bounces off of one topic to another. in other days, you would appreciate it, but right now? your pussy was throbbing along with the vibrations of your panties. you wanted nothing more than to end this conversation.

“—y/n?” your father takes you out of your trance and you smile, even though your body has become uncomfortably hot and your pussy is dripping your juices onto the fabric.

“yes?”

“you’ve been awfully quiet, are you alright?” you nod immediately in response, grip on seungmin’s knee tightening as he increases the speed again. you hiss softly and seungmin covers it up with a cough.

“of course, i am,” you answer, shifting in your seat to adjust yourself and hopefully lessen the pressure on your clit. “why wouldn’t i be?” seungmin ups the speed again and you fight the urge to hunch over or even squeeze your legs together as you feel your first orgasm creeping up. you close your eyes as you take a sharp inhale.

before your father could reply or even say anything about how weird you were acting, you hear your mother calling him over to the kitchen to help her set the table. your father mumbles a quick sorry to seungmin, stating that they’ll continue the conversation in a while. seungmin grins as he nods. he turns to you after forever, gaze burning your skin.

“what was that?” he whispers harshly. you throw your head back, lower lip bit to keep yourself from moaning. “i thought i told you to be a good girl.” you scoff at his words as your chest starts to heave. god, you were so near and if seungmin keeps this up, you’ll—

and as fast as your orgasm was approaching, the vibrations are gone. you lift your head up in surprise, your grip on seungmin’s knee loosening. little did you know that this will be the first of many stolen orgasms from you. before you could reprimand him, he leans in close to you.

“such a slut, hm? so eager to cum so quickly,” you shiver as you hear a growl in his words. you straighten your dress as you try to bring yourself back to reality. your pussy was absolutely soaked, throbbing with no abandon and you wanted nothing more than to cum.

“there are consequences for the actions you choose to take, sweetheart.”

you hear your mother’s voice calling out for the both of you, saying that the dinner’s ready. seungmin’s the first to stand, holding out a hand for you to support you as you stand. your legs fail on you as you stumble into him once you’re off the couch. before you could recover, seungmin pulls you into his chest, whispering, “be a good girl and you’ll get to cum however many times you want.”

you swallow, nodding as he leads you into the kitchen. you give your parents the sweetest smile you could muster up, thanking seungmin as he pulls out the dining chair for you. such a gentleman, even if he’s got you wrapped around his finger. you sit beside him, but before your ass even hits the seat, the vibrations are back up again and even though they’re in the lowest setting, the knot in your stomach threatens to come back as quickly as it disappeared earlier. you clear your throat as you push the dining chair in towards the dining table.

seungmin keeps the vibrations at its lowest as he and your father talk about whatever it was they found fascinating earlier. he increases the speed once all the attention turns to you in the middle of the meal.

“so, how’s school, my love?” your mother starts, “college must be stressful this time of the year.” you nod in response, your brain failing to make up words as it focused on the vibrations all over your cunt.

“it could be worse,” you manage to say, grabbing a mouthful of food to shove into your mouth to prevent further conversation. seungmin increases the speed of the vibrator and you almost choke on the food in your mouth. in the corner of your eye, you see him smirk ever so slightly. damn him.

“oh! i remember you telling me about your big project. how’s that going?” your mother asks after a short silence.

a complete opposite of your father, your mother is. if your father excelled at small talk, your mother excelled at talking about the most extensive of subjects. you groan internally as you struggle to make up a coherent story without a moan leaving your lips once you open them.

“a-ah, it’s been alright, mom,” you try to say, your voice now higher than usual as you feel an orgasm coming up again. “same old, same old, you know?” you put down your spoon to grip the side of the chair you’re sat on as you try to keep yourself grounded. you were not about to have an orgasm in front of your parents, but fuck did this toy feel good on you. you put your pointer finger on top of your lips, your thumb under your chin as you try to focus on the events around you.

“you could elaborate more on that, y/n. we haven’t seen each other for so long,” your father laughs. you close your eyes as you shift on your seat. you chuckle at his words, removing the fingers over your lips to be able to talk to your parents.

“it’s, um, nothing special, really. my group mates have been cooperative so far and—“ you’re cut off when seungmin puts the speed on its highest. if you could take him to hell, you would. you most definitely would. your pussy is screaming for release and you didn’t know if you could hold back. fuck it, right? if you were cumming, you-- your orgasm’s robbed from you again, the second time tonight, and you wonder if you’ll be able to live after tonight. you let out an exasperated sigh, but you cover it up with a cough as you struggle to continue your sentence from earlier. “um, the teachers have been kind enough to let us borrow some relevant materials from them.”

“they should have offered it to you, students, in the first place, right seungmin?” your father laughs. seungmin merely laughs along, putting down his fork on the plate to put his hand on your thigh. his contact with your skin electrifies you and you shiver. you shift in your seat again, adjusting yourself as you feel yourself dripping even more. your heart was pounding and your breaths were labored, but your parents didn’t seem to notice that their daughter was going absolutely crazy. high off of a high she was trying to reach, but couldn’t seem to.

you feel your throat tightening up when you feel the vibrations on your clit again. you couldn’t stand edging anymore. your cunt was starting to ache now and any sort of self-restraint you once had was now gone and has been replaced with animalistic thoughts of seungmin and what you’d let him do to you once you get home. this dinner couldn’t be any more slower. you lower your head to stare at the floor, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying when seungmin increases the speed again.

“okay, who’s up for dessert?” your mother asks cheerily. “i prepared a chocolate mousse that you guys might like.” your father claps his hands together, a smile on his face.

“you’ll enjoy it, guaranteed. y/n’s mother makes great desserts,” he tells seungmin. seungmin chuckles in response as he squeezes your thigh under the table. “i’m sure i will, sir,” seungmin smiles, “i’m actually craving some sweets myself.”

your pussy clenches as he speaks. this was seungmin’s effect on you. even if what he said didn’t have anything dirty attached to it, you couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of him giving you what you wanted, the sweet pleasure of releasing all over your panties.

seungmin increases the speed again when your mother asks you if you can help her get the mousses out of the freezer. tears well up in your eyes as you feel another orgasm coming up. you didn’t know if seungmin was about to give it to you, but you wanted nothing more but to get to where you needed to be. your walls pulse in anticipation for the surge of your juices, but as expected, seungmin turns the vibrator off for the third time tonight, successfully edging you again. you let out a loud whimper now and seungmin squeezes your thigh. your parents notice, much to your dismay.

“y/n, baby, is something wrong?” your mother questions, moving closer to you. you shake your head as you shakily try to answer, another whimper coming out when seungmin turns the vibrator on again.

“my—my stomach hurts,” you sob softly. it was a lie, of course, an excuse to get you out of the room. you push yourself out of the dining table, legs slightly shaking at the intensity of the vibrations assaulting your pussy. you feel seungmin’s arm wrap around your shoulders to support you.

“i’ll assist her, please don’t worry,” seungmin nervously chuckles as he leads you out to the bathroom around the hall. you hear your mother call out about the medicine cabinet having some painkillers. the pain you felt now couldn’t be cured with painkillers. it could only be cured by seungmin, the man who put you in this position in the first place.

the moment the both of you reach the bathroom, seungmin pushes you onto the wall as you struggle to close the door. he suddenly puts the vibrations at its highest, making you hold onto him as you bury your face in his shoulder. you’re gasping his name, moaning incoherently into his shoulder as you try to reach the peak you’ve been trying so hard to reach.

“look at you, such a slut for me,” seungmin groans softly into your ear, “gripping onto me like your life depended on it.” you moan brokenly, feeling another orgasm making its presence known and you find yourself begging him to make you cum, over and over again.

“god, you almost came out there,” seungmin chuckles, “such a whore, so desperate to cum even if it meant letting your parents find out.”

you feel tears start to flow out of your eyes as you bite your lip to keep yourself from making any sort of noise that could be heard outside. you find yourself bucking your hips up to get more friction, just for something that can help you cum quicker. seungmin smirks, putting his hand under your dress to cup your pussy. the vibrations grow stronger and you throw your head back, mouth falling open as you reach out for something to hold onto. the knot in your stomach threatens to break and you pray to whatever gods there were that seungmin’s going to give it to you, finally.

“does my whore want to cum for me? make a mess all over her pretty lace panties?”

you breathe out his name as you nod quickly. seungmin smiles as he says, “cum for me.”

and you do. you’re arching your back off of the wall and you feel your chest collide into his as you continue to hold onto him for support. you see stars as you feel your juices flowing out of your pussy as the vibrations continue to wreck all that you were and all that you will ever be tonight. you’re grinding yourself onto his hand as you ride out your high.

seungmin grabs the remote in his pocket with his free hand, slowly bringing down the speed to help you come back to your senses. you’re breathing into his chest after, the tears from earlier drying up on your cheeks. the feeling of such an intense orgasm flows through your body and you shiver. seungmin rubs small circles into your back, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead as you continue to come down.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” seungmin asks after turning the vibrator off. you nod, words not being enough to describe what you were feeling at the moment. you raise your head to look at him and he grins at you.

“you seemed like you had fun,” he teases softly. you playfully push him away, adjusting yourself in your panties. you scrunch your nose when you feel how wet you were, the remnants of your first orgasm staining your fingertips. you wipe it off on your dress.

“of course, i had fun, asshole,” you mumble. before he could respond, you hear a knock on the bathroom door, making you both freeze. you both look at each other, panicked. did they end up hearing what the both of you were doing in the bathroom? if so, you’re both fucked.

“y/n, seungmin,” your mother’s voice rings in the bathroom, “i brought some water. y/n might need it.”

both of you sigh in relief. seungmin leans in to steal a quick kiss from you before moving away and twisting the door knob so he could go out to meet your mother. he closes the door behind him as he steps out.

“how is she?” your mother worriedly asks, eyebrows pushed together in concern. seungmin grabs the glass of water from her and he gives her a sympathetic smile. “seems like the food didn’t go down as quickly,” seungmin says and your mother lets out a sigh as she puts a hand on her waist. seungmin swallows, subtly looking down at the middle of his thighs to check if the tent on it is as obvious as he feels it to be.

“well,” your mother huffs, “thank you for taking care of her, seungmin.”

moments from tonight flash in seungmin’s mind as he smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides. he tilts his head as he nods. he really did take care of you tonight, just not in the way your mother thought.

“you’re welcome, mrs. y/l/n. you can trust me to take care of your daughter.”

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sisterofleatherfrog · 3 years ago

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Star Wars Kinktober day- LATE AF

Prompt: Exhibitionism | Lingerie

Hardcase x AFAB reader (Part 3)

Not edited so be warned

I guess this is my early May the 4th present? I’ll be back later with another post about where I’ve been and what’s been up, but I’ll just say for now that it’s nice to be back in a place where I feel good enough to create stuff for yous guys! I am not a dead blog yet, your creator was just going through the mental equivalent of being a goldfish in a bag being shaken around by an overeager toddler.

As promised in an older post though, this will be linked in my original Kinktober collection anyway.

Part 1 | Part 2

@good-heavens-chris-evans if you even still remember parts 1 and 2, this is for you my dude and your patience.

Tags: Oral (f receiving), exhibitionism, stoplight system, pre-negotiated scene, male masturbation, PIV sex in multiple positions, others cum onto reader, reference to a lactation kink (they don’t do that sort of play, just a character’s thoughts), reference to pegging, some cum eating, dirty talk (no degradation)

Words: 4025

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Great pleasure can come out of humor, though anyone making that observation probably never meant the sort you and Hardcase were currently intent on. Your back lay on the hard-spun material of a clone-barracks bunk while trying to wrap your limbs around your man like an overzealous lizard-monkey; he was seemingly trying to devour you, teeth and lips seeking every inch they could reach from your jaw down. His softening cock protruded from the open material of his lower blacks and slowly rutted against your exposed sex as you tried to move more into each other. From everywhere his teeth pinched a bolt of pure fire shot down to your heart as your excitement ratcheted ever higher, but after getting him off you were eager to be pleased by your man.

“Ah, Hardcase, please? ‘Need more.” You panted, chest arching upward to entice.

Not answering you verbally, he instead removed a hand that had been edging down your hip and brought it to a breast, squeezing the soft flesh it found before fingertips pinched the nipple. The fire from that arched down from your heart and straight to your clit, a slow throbbing beginning to roll through your hips like the pulsing of colours that hot embers danced. You gave a broken cry in return and brought both your hands to his shaven head, pushing it down so that it too may find that gloriously sensitive peak. Hardcase obliged you, obviously in the mood to lead but also not wanting to wait much longer for the main event. He latched on eagerly, hard suction ricocheting pleasure through your abdomen. There was something so earnest about him like this, about how he would treat your breasts when his mouth was on them, as if he were trying to drink from you (now wasn’t that an image you were going to have to come back to on a later date?). Your breasts had always been especially sensitive, a fact that Hardcase was quite happy to take advantage of whenever you let him. Apparently, the lack of breasts while growing up on Kamino had been a real detriment to him, so he was determined to cherish every moment he could with his mouth on them.

While his mouth was occupied on one side, his other hand worked its due diligence and fondled the other, fingers occasionally twisting with the shiny, dangling hardware of your ensemble. His mouth moved lower, sucking the flesh on the underside of your breasts and then your abdomen, surely leaving marks behind to mark his trail.

A whoosh sounded from the door and instinctively you grabbed the covers around you and drew them over yourself, brain momentarily lost in what Hardcase was doing to you and lost to the moment. You relaxed when you heard whistles and cheers and saw the five men in armour you recognized. Hardcase brought his head out from under the covers and grinned wildly at them, “Bought time y’all showed up, you were just about to miss the warm up!”

The door shut behind them again and they all greeted you as they began to (much faster than anytime you saw them just relaxing on a break) dekit down to their blacks. You gave Hardcase a light shove and he grinned, the way his face scrunched pulling at his tattoos in a way you would call cute, before he gave you a quick smooch and rolled off of you to divest himself of his lowers. Before they were all done though Rex called your name and you looked over to him.

“Now that we’re all here, are you sure you still want to do this?”

You sat up and smiled at him, your eyes softening at his concern, “Yes Captain, I do still want this.”

He smiled in return, his more serious expression melting into an edge of desire. “You still remember the rules?”

“Only Hardcase is allowed to touch me, but you all can cum on me, no degradation is allowed, green is a go, yellow means I just need a moment, red is everything stops.” You counted everything off on your fingers as you listed them, not missing a single point.

“And,” Kix interrupted suddenly, catching you a little off guard “for whenever you’re done, we all put together a care box for you.” He reached under his bunk and pulled out a small case before continuing. “Hardcase brought in a change of clothes for you, so we all decided we’d chip in as well. I put in some wipes and bacta patches just in case, Jesse saved some of the better tasting rations, Fives put in some candy from his stash, Echo was the water and electrolyte drinks, and though they aren’t here, Tup included a comb and some hair stuff, and Dogma was the extra blanket.” He lifted each thing to show you as he described what was there and though you weren’t surprised they would be so thorough, you were still deeply touched by the amount of care they were willing to put into this. A glance at Hardcase told you he felt the exact same about his vode. “And,” Kix continued on, “while you’re both unwinding and getting cleaned up while we handle the laundry, the captain said you can use his bunk for as long as you need.” He motioned over to the corner where the bottom bunk there had a blanket tied around it to create a privacy screen.

An incredible warmth bloomed in your chest and you wanted nothing more than to give a show for these men like nothing before. “Well,” you drawled slowly, rising from the bed with the sheet still concealing you and your ensemble. “I think the care you’re showin’ should get some sort of reward, don’t you think?” You asked rhetorically, as in the next breath you allowed the blanked fall, revealing yourself and giving a twirl.

The air seemed to leave the room as they all drank you in, thighs curving over the top of the stockings, ribbons shining, chains and hardware dancing. A few of them moaned and an uttered curse from Jesse made you grin. You grabbed Hardcase by his shoulders and brought him to his knees with his back to the others positioned around the room. He looked up at you expectantly with a single eyebrow raised and a grin, motioning with his hands for you to carry on with what you had planned to do. Grabbing a hold with one hand to an upper railing of the bunk for support you swung a leg over his shoulder and drew his head toward your warm pussy, getting the message he grasped you under that leg and around the other and brought his lips to yours.

You sighed as he began to kiss you there, lips pillowy and tongue working your outer folds in the sheer gratification of the act. You heard Fives calling out raucous encouragement as you grabbed Hardcase by the back of his head and helped to guide that wild mouth of his. You could feel him feeding on the praise and his pace hastened, tongue tasting your pussy, darting out to trace your wet entrance, and mouth beginning to suck the flesh there. He hadn’t yet reached your clit but you didn’t mind the build up as you began to rock your hips, slowly riding his face.

“Yeah baby, you look so pretty on his face like that, you gonna look just as pretty on ‘Case’s dick?” Fives breathed.

You looked up at him and fire shot through your abdomen from his look alone; feeling your nipples peak, you took the hand from Hardcase’s head and brought it up to one to squeeze harshly, feeding the smoldering heat low in your belly. “Yeah Fives, I’m gonna look so pretty for you all, gonna let Hardcase ride me so hard, gonna bounce on his dick and let you all come all over me-'' Gasping, your hips jumped suddenly as Hardcase latched onto your pussy hard and sucked, licking a pattern that you knew spelled his name. He tightened his grip on you and brought his hands up to your asscheecks, kneading them as he brought you even closer to his face. You moaned at the messy sounds he was making as he ate you out.

Around you, you could hear the sounds of slicked flesh moving, aware that the rest of the guys had either stripped down entirely or enough to pull their dicks out and stroke them. Looking up you met Rex’s steady, deep gaze as he addressed you, his own hand slowly working himself. “You’re being so good, bet your pussy is so wet. Are you gonna cum on Hardcase’s face or later on his dick?” You groaned at the question, the current pleasure you felt warring with some of the ideas you and Hardcase had laid down together.

Looking down you met his gaze and he reluctantly lifted his face far enough away from you to answer: “All good to go whatever you want, Meshla.” before moving back in and moaning around your clit. Ooh, that Loth-minx! He knew exactly just how to drive you mad and crazy, as you tried to string together a complete thought in order to make up your mind. On one hand, an orgasm now on his mouth, or in a little while with his length filling you and center stage for the rest of them. Well, your supporting leg was getting a little sore…

Collecting yourself, you gently pushed Hardcase’s head away, “Wanna come on your dick, ‘Case, not yet.”

He nodded and kissed your inner thigh as he lifted your shaking (huh, shen had that happened?) leg from over his shoulder. The men behind him paused in their own pleasure and threw down some blankets and pillows to cushion the stage for you two. Hardcase moved to arrange them a little more while you collected yourself for a moment, thighs open and apex glistening in the warm air of the room. He then sat on his knees and patted his thighs inviting you to take a seat. You smiled and obliged him, hips swaying and the dangly bits of your lingerie swaying as you approached. Kneeling before him you leant forward and pecked his nose quickly before pushing him onto his back, a small exclamation of surprise leaving him as his brothers chuckled.

Moving quickly you straddled his well built hips and ground down on his cock which had so valiantly rallied to your cause. Leaning forward onto the hands you placed on his sternum (which just so conveniently pushed your breasts together for viewing pleasure) and rose up, feeling his length slide along you and his head tease around your folds. Excitement too much to bear, Hardcase reached down to steady himself as you lowered again, his cock spearing you open from below, the stretch of him aided by how wet and relaxed you were in your state of heady arousal. His brothers cheered and whistled at the display, their calls further spurring on the anticipation for what was to come. When he was fully seated within you and your hips were pressed flush together a small whoosh of air left you, his heft always so much yet to perfect, filling you so well, so hot, so hard; all for you.

The hand that had guided his cock joined the other and grabbed the flesh of your hip, the kneading motions he made there slowly guiding you to begin moving. Bearing down on your lower muscles you gave him a squeeze as you circled your hips over him. His head fell back with a high moan, eyes momentarily squeezing shut before focusing in on where the two of you were joined.

“How’s she feel vod? That pussy looks pretty kriffing amazing, all wet and juicy, bet she’s like a vice around you isn’t she, eh? Is our vod filling you good and full pretty girl?” Jesse was talking now as you kept up your teasing pace.

“Kriff vod, you have no idea.” Hardcase gasped. “Best pussy in the galaxy.” His hands were still on your hips, now starting to urge you toward a faster pace and you complied, moving your hands to his as your posture straightened and you began to take him harder. Forward and back, up and down, you stroked him within your body, taking him over and over. Warmth from your chest spread up into your cheeks at the feel of him stroking over your sensitive walls. He was so hot, all you could think about was that, about how he felt in this moment, the pleasure of the entire act, the eyes on you, and how others were getting off on how you moved and fit together.

Focusing back in on him you watched as he gasped and threw his head back at your motion. “How are you doing babe?” You breathed, “Holding in there?”

He gave a wild huff, “Green, so maker-shabbing green.”

You laughed a little and picked up your pace. “Then stop laying there then and do what you came here to do and fuck me!”

His hips slammed upward on your next down stroke then and a surprised “Oh!” left your parted lips, more sounds spilling from you as he continued in that way. The sounds of your hips meeting in hard slaps filled the room, you moaned and leaned back, bracing your hands on Hardcase’s knees and allowed the other occupants of the room to view your coupling better.

“Would you look at that.” Kix breathed and you watched his hand stutter and then pick up speed on his girthy flesh a moment later.

You could feel your tits bounce with each rise and jostle, the nipples fully extended and on display, sensitive and begging for a hand or mouth to take them in, but with all your dexterity focused on supporting your current position and you couldn’t move them. Some other stimulation was needed and soon or you were going to come out of your skin. Hardcase seemed to notice and splayed a hand on your lower stomach, thumb reaching down into your curls to find your clit. The heat within you spread like burning fuel, spilling from your clit to all the spaces between your hips. With each pass of his calloused thumb you swore you felt it consuming you, like molten steel filling a mold in a foundry. Your hips danced faster over his, demanding to be filled by him seeking more of the stimulation he was delivering, you needed more, more, moremoremore-

A haze descended over your senses as you went blind and deaf to everything else in the room, your inner muscles cinched just so much tighter before the wires snapped and you shook with the power of your release. The heat, maker you could feel it, could almost feel him in your throat you were so full- If his hips weren’t in the way your legs would have snapped closed, but as it was you were held open and exposed as he continued to stimulate you, hips moving in a continuous circular movement as you had done before to him and thumb still playing with your clit. Movement caught in your periphery and you found Jesse and Echo on either side of you, furiously masturbating before hot streams of cum landed on your cheek and chest. Oh, oh, that was so fucking hot.

Another round of strong spasms went through you and you felt so wet, felt it leak around Hardcase’s cock out of you. Oh little gods-

“Yellow!” You gasped, “Yellow.” Immediately Hardcase removed his hand from your clit and stilled his hips, instead sitting up and moving his hands to stroke up your sides and back, gently soothing trying to sooth. You took several deep breaths and let the wildfire subside a little before continuing, “So good, so good ‘Case, just so much, need a moment.”

He hmmed and nodded, leaning forward to give you a light mirshmure’cya. “Everything really okay though Meshla?”

You nodded emphatically, still gasping a little. After a bit you leaned back to eye Jesse and Echo who were looking on relaxed but still slightly concerned, “Thank you both for cumming on me, I loved it.” You smiled to them hazily, letting the truth of your statement soak your words. And you did, you really, REALLY did. Despite never even considering anything like this before a week ago, you were finding yourself considering an offer to make this a regular thing.

A few more moments passed as you breathed before Hardcase gently drew him back to you, “All good there?”

You considered for a moment before grinning widely at him, “Green babey, green.”

He kissed you wildly and you laughed at his pecks and licks before shrieking in merriment as he suddenly tilted you back onto a pillow on the floor and lifted your hips toward his still hard cock. He stood up on his knees and drew your hips up, up, up, arching you back off the floor and resting your weight on your shoulders in the position he moved you into. “You wouldn’t believe how hot this is Meshla, you look so good showing off for my vod, I don’t think I’ll last as long as I was hoping to.”

You sighed as he slipped into you again, the entrance easy and fluid, no longer a bit of a stretch now that you’d come once already. “That’s alright, better make this one hell of a show then.”

A slightly devious look came to his face, “Well, I aim,” he thrust shallowly right into your g-spot, “to please.” And with that he began a steady, medium pace into you, hitting that spot over and over again as you moaned and gasped, hands reaching to tangle in the blanket edge above you. He was loving taking the lead with you here, fucking you for his brothers pleasure, but would he ever want you to do that here? Would he be just as aroused at his brothers seeing him be lead, at him on his hands and knees being fucked? Thoughts for another time as you return to the pleasurable present.

Fives was the next to approach, hand almost a blur as he finished jacked himself, a broken cry spilling from his lips as he came over your tits. You made sure to smile up at him as well, brain too lost to say thank you but meaning to get the message across anyway. It felt so good, all of it: Hardcase, the attention, the warm cum stiping your body; along with the previous stimulation already making you sensitive you might just come untouched like this. It continued for a little while longer like that: you taking it from Hardcase while you exalted in pleasure. Jesse approached you again, having rallied and also came on your chest. Echo and Fives meanwhile appeared to be satisfied and were watching the proceedings, lounged and relaxed, soft cocks resting between equally powerful thighs.

Hardcase picked up his pace and the heat returned as before, radiating from where he plunged into you. You looked up when Hardcase spoke: “Come on vode, if you make a competition out of this you’re gonna miss your chance, I can’t last forever in a pussy like this.” he teased. Looking around to see what he was talking about, though upside down you could see Rex and Kix giving each other challenging eyes as they stroked themselves, obviously seeing who would be the first to break.

You couldn’t have that: “Please Rex? Please? Can you cum on my tits? Wanna feel it before I cum again.” You whined, reaching down to trace a finger through the cum that was already collected there.

Rex swore and Kix and a few others laughed at him as he stumbled over and barely had time to aim before he was shooting off, enough spurting out to paint both of your breasts. “You’re far too good at that, you know?” He huffed airily to you.

Hardcase laughed then, having slightly readjusted his hold and angle as he sped up some more. “Isn’t she? She just has to show me those pretty eyes and say please and I’m ready to do anything.” You maybe would have responded, but the way he was hitting it had lit a tibana fire in your pussy and you were coming close, so close once again. You felt every stroke so deep, you could swear sometimes he was in fact mixing up your guts. You were almost ready to come, but something was still missing.

Angling your head back you met Kix’s eyes, watching him as he seemed to be trying to forestall his own end. You couldn’t have that. As lewdly as you could you let your mouth fall open and stuck your tongue out, silently begging in a way you hoped he’d understand. He seemed to, because his eyes grew wide and approached slowly, a question in his brown eyes. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Want me to paint your face with my cum?”

You nodded, eyes begging silently as you eyes his cock, flushed and weeping above you.

He nodded but looked up and met Hardcase’s eyes, “Are you okay with that vod?”

Hardcase groaned and appeared to be doing his best to restrain himself from cumming right then and there, “Kriff, dammit! Do it, she wants it so badly, wanna see her swallow my vod’s cum!”

Kix grinned and got to work, a few short strokes later he knelt down next to your head and groaned, his cum landing across your cheeks and on your tongue, the taste of the hot saltiness being the sensation you needed to send you over the edge. You cried out loudly, body arching to its furthest extent and legs locking around Hardcase as you squirmed and twitched, clamping down on his length and finally drawing his own orgasm out of him.

“Aa-aahh!” A broken sigh rushed out of him as he lost his rhythm and slammed, as far as your bodies would allow, into you once more. He stilled, a hot wetness filling you as you slowly ground together as you both came down from your highs. He lowered your hips slowly (making sure not to slip out as your orgasms subsided) resting into the cradle of your hips as you reached around to cling to him with both arms and legs, uncaring of the mess of cum between you.

All was quiet for a bit as everybody basked in the afterglow. Hardcase pressed his face into your neck and took a deep breath and you rubbed at the ridges of a few scars you knew he had. “Meshla that was…” He trailed off, voice sounding like when he’d had a few at 79’s.

A bright giggle bubbled up in your chest and you nuzzled him back, “I know.”

“Well I for one think I can speak for my vode,” A voice broke in, and from the tone you knew it was Fives, “that was kriffing incredible! That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen! Your girl is hot as fuck Hardcase!” You actually laughed at that, glad that this had gone so well.

Hardcase lifted his head from you then, looking up to the four men on the bunks and Kix still knelt beside you, already tucking himself away and motioning for the aftercare kit. “Y’all really were into that too? Think me and Meshla should do an encore at some point?”

“Well men,” spoke Captain Rex, “think that’s a good idea?”

At their enthusiastic assent you dipped a finger to the mess on your chest and scooped a little up and studied it. “I wonder what we can get up to next time?” You spoke airily before brining sucking the mess of your finger, making the men around you groan and Hardcase laugh before he swooped down and kissed you, helping to eat up the salty taste in your mouth.

…

Do minx exist in Star Wars? Like, anything resembling the mustelidae family? I’ll just go ahead and make some shit up while I’m here (when in doubt, just add Loth in front of the critter and it’ll sound legit).

If you’re wondering what the position is after the reader is done riding him, it’s the dolphin.

Kinktober works

Masterlist

#star wars #the clone wars #hardcase #ct-9414 #torrent company #minors dni #kinktober #when author is very bad at keeping on task #I love you all and I hope your mental health is also doing better as of late #hope this is good and spicy #it's been a while I may have lost my touch

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writing-good-vibes · 3 years ago

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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: birthdays (fluff and smut)

requested by anon !! what do our beloveds do for your birthday (spoiler, they (pretty much) all spoil you) warning for smut. more notes in tags

charles lee ray

avoids his own birthday but goes all out for yours

buys (or steals, don't ask) you a lot of presents

i mean a lot !!

new tv (stolen)

a lot of lingerie (classy)

you have a very late night the night before (takes you to a very rough bar)

lazy morning

expect a very happy birthday fuck to start the day

doesn't make you breakfast because he hates cooking

but does go out for coffee and your takeout breakfast of choice to bring home for you

has a cake professionally made/decorated

(because you made one for his birthday)

the message on top is something v horny like "your pussy tastier than this"

or it's like one word like "whore <3"

either way it is both hilarious and embarrassing that some poor bakery worker had to frost those words

takes you out for dinner (very fancy restaurant)

or to the movies

another happy birthday fuck when you get home

("how old are you again? guess that's how many rounds we've gotta get through tonight")

billy bibbit

billy doesn't much like his own birthday (his mom was too overbearing for him to ever properly enjoy himself)

but he is great at organising yours

lazy morning

as many kisses as years you are old

makes you breakfast in bed because he is a sweetheart

he makes you a present !!

he's actually really good at drawing and he fills a notebook with little drawings and pictures

(drawings of you and of things you love and one at the end of himself that he's embarrassed about but you love it)

then immediately thinks it isn't good enough and that he should of just bought you something

but you kiss him and reassure him that it's beautiful

the best present you've ever been given

you stay in that night to cook dinner together

he's definitely made you a cake !!

is it very aesthetic and the frosting is your favourite colour/flavour

sitting outside to watch the sunset !!

sheriff brackett

does everything in his power to make the day extra special for you

(has told his deputy not to bother him unless something really important happens)

buys you a sentimental/thoughtful gift

like some fancy thing related to your favourite hobby (e.g. expensive art supplies if you're an artist, etc.)

breakfast in bed !!

in your underwear, sun coming in through the windows

definitely the kind of guy to get ballons and banners to decorate the house with

(which is embarrassing but also wholesome)

takes you out to dinner at a very tasteful restaurant

you are birthday girl and he won't let you forget it

he's set the bar pretty high sex wise so has to pull out all the stops to make it extra special

clear your diary for the next 3 to 5 hours

("daddy's allowed to treat the birthday girl")

jack dante

forgets your birthday every time

its not that he doesnt care

but he has a lot going on

and keeping track of time whilst he's down in that basement is easier said than done

when you remind him that it is your birthday he gets more excited than you

sends you out to get cake and jelly and ice cream

which you begrudgingly go and get because you really think he might cry if you dont

sex is abundant but when is it not with jack

as it is your birthday he might be kind enough to give you a reach around whilst he rails you

when he actually gets you a present

(usually like a week late)

its either something actually brilliant (like the latest futurist technology (idk what they had in fake-future-2003))

or its something real fucking sleazy like a weirdo dildo ("so you don't get lonely when i'm not around")

doc cochran

would rather die than celebrate his own birthday

but he wants you to be happy on yours

(and every day)

gets you the best present

(where from? he has his ways)

definitely like some first edition copy of a niche book you like (poe, shakespeare, homer, that kind of thing)

makes sure he has no scheduled visits that day and wants to spend as much time with you as possible

(will personally beat Al's ass if he sends for him for no reason)

you spend the day talking about this and that

and he reads to you from the books he got you because goddamn does he have a beautiful voice

gets jewel to bake you a cake !!

gives you some special loving on your special day

this man knows how to take his time

usually he is busy and feels like he doesn't pay enough attention to you

so he makes up for it ten fold on your birthday

grima wormtongue

for a long while your relationship is pretty casual so he doesnt even know when your birthday is

once he actually figures out when your birthday is he wants to do something special

even if he isn't the most... emotionally open person

grima has sticky fingers so he tends to be able to get a hold of things that others cant

gets you something exotic, something you might not of ever even seen before

(think, pineapples or some other middle earth equivalent delicacy)

you appreciate him going out of his way for you

makes an excuse for you to leave meduseld with him

you go up to the fields and look out at the horizon

tommy ludlow

you both bunk off work to spend the day together

he is excellent at buying present(s)

knows exactly what to get you because he's a good listener

definitely gets you a record or new clothes

neither of you have much money so all your plans are always simple

but tommy is the perfect person to just hang out with, he's so mellow when he's with you

has no plans for the day except letting you do whatever you want

you drive around the city

end up going by the natural history museum

(because both of you are actually secretly soft and love holding hands and wandering around the exhibits)

or the met (because you both know your fair share about art, working around fashion shoots all day)

that night you go to some shady dive bar

(and drink too much, if that is your thing)

tumbling in through your front door, you two were never going to make it to the bedroom

"happy birthday" he smirks against you as you both lay, tired, on the living room floor

leo nova

spends so much money on you

mostly because he likes to show off his money

("when can i treat my girl to all that she deserves if not on her birthday?")

but partly because gift giving is his love language, or at least the only way he feels comfortable showing that he cares

a new dress that costs more than the rent on your old apartment, shoes that cost twice as much

takes you to the fanciest restaurant possible

and then fucks you in the dirtiest way possible when you get home

and he can go all night long

*wink wink*

tucker cleveland

hasnt celebrated his own birthday in years so has kind of forgot that birthdays are a thing

remembers yours like 3 days before and kicks himself for leaving it so late to get you a present

(you help him out by giving hint to what you want in the run up to your birthday)

keeps the whole thing very lowkey

which you don't mind, you're not into big celebrations anyway

he does get you a gift in time, thanks to your hints

he's probably at work during the day

but after he gets home and you have dinner together, he hands over his present

although you sort of already knew what it'd be, its definitely the thought that counts with tucker

"and the best is yet to come, don't you worry" he says smiling

of course, the real present is him pounding you over the table

(because who has the time to go up to bed)

#brad dourif x reader #charles lee ray x reader #jack dante x reader #billy bibbit x reader #sheriff brackett x reader #grima wormtongue x reader #doc cochran x reader #tommy ludlow x reader #tucker cleveland #leo nova #charles lee ray #ahh i actually had already started writing this in anticipation for my own birthday when i got the request #i never do anything for my birthday but our all of them want to treat you (sort of)#jack just wants to party #and grima is too emotionally repressed #at least billy and doc and the sheriff are pulling through for you #thank you for the request !! i love interacting with people and knowing people actually like these is very exciting #especially as the fandom is so small so im glad i can cater to you guys :)))#also i realised after writing that the request technically said s/o but i always write fem reader so i hope this is still okay ??#slashers x reader

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hanii-rose · 4 years ago

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Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

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Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

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