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Aftermath of Goblin camp tag: Tav vs Astarion
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By Pickel182
18+ Oral sex/fellatio, light dom/sub vibes, bodily fluids
Summary: Astarion and Tav played a game of tag in the temple at the goblin camp. Can you guess the winnerâs prize?

She found a heavy-looking door at the bottom of a staircase in front of her, and since the hall seemed to be empty, she sprinted down and peeked inside, seeing nothing but an empty room littered with wine bottles, a candelabra on the far wall, and a massive stone bench sitting diagonally across the room. If she had been quick enough, maybe heâd lose her scent and give her time to gain more ground. She smiled to herself as she turned and barred the door.
She gasped as she was suddenly pinned against it, Astarionâs body pressed against her from knee to shoulder, arms on either side of her. An unmistakably hard bulge strained against her backside as he pressed open mouthed kisses and soft bites on the crook of her neck. She pressed back against his hardness, hoping that he would take her against the door then and there. He rutted against her briefly before releasing her so suddenly she almost fell backward.
By the time she had righted herself and turned, he already sat facing her as he straddled the oversized bench. His eyes were lidded with lust as he leaned forward with one forearm resting across his knee. He beckoned to her with two fingers on the other hand, gesturing to the spot in front of him on the floor. âOn your knees, darling.â
She approached as instructed, her heart wildly thumping in her chest, and knelt before him, letting her hands fall into her lap as she watched him remove his gloves and place them beside him.
âFollowing you around this blasted place has been more entertaining than I anticipated, but keeping my eye on the prize has left me wanting.â He leaned forward to run his knuckles along her jaw, and brushed his thumb over her lower lip as he continued. âIâll be in quite a spot of mortal peril if you let me keep distracting myself dreaming instead of doing. We canât have that, can we? It would be very⊠dangerous,â he said as he pressed his thumb into her mouth gently.
She swirled her tongue over the pad of his thumb and he moaned softly despite himself. He could smell her arousal so much more potently in this small space, and it was making him lose focus. He swallowed thickly before speaking again. âYouâre so very good at helping. And since this state Iâm in might threaten our missionâŠâ Astarion trailed off as he took her hand slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull back as he guided it to rest on his twitching erection. ââŠ.youâll help me, wonât you?â
She replied by removing her gloves and immediately starting the work of unlacing his trousers, and between the two of them, his cock sprung free moments later. She licked her lips at the sight of his thick porcelain length, blue veined, flushed at the tip and throbbing beneath her gaze. He lifted the hem of the mail portion of his armor to hold it out of her way. Admiring the musculature there along with his erection made her squeeze her thighs together to relieve her own sudden need for friction. But she didnât want to wait any longer to taste him. As aroused as she was- knowing it was her that made him this way- made Tav feel powerful in a way she hadnât experienced before.
Astarion gripped the chainmail in his hand, making a valiant effort to breathe evenly as she leaned forward to swirl her tongue over his tip. The heat against his cool skin stole his breath, and her dark eyes, so shameless and full of lust, had him twitching against her lips.
She gripped his thigh with one hand as the other gently stroked from the base of his length to where she worked downward with her lips, spreading her slick, warm salvia as he rolled his hips into her touch. The flat side of her tongue slid over him as she bobbed forward to take more of him into her mouth, and he fell backwards onto his elbows as the wet sounds of her sucking and stroking him filled the room.
He groaned as she used both hands to stroke him while she twirled her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. His head fell back as she slid more of him into her mouth suddenly, the one hand still at work becoming less and less necessary. He cursed as the other hand cupped his balls so gently, rolling and massaging them as she fucked him with her mouth.
He looked down to see her eyes watering as she took him into the back of her throat, and his head snapped back again as she began to swallow against his length, still sucking him for all he was worth. He writhed on his back as he twisted the chain mall in one hand and cradled the back of her head with the other, desperately seeking something to ground him as his vision blurred around the edges in pleasure. She returned to working him over with one hand while suction and the work of her tongue assaulted the rest of his length, and his thighs convulsed involuntarily as he felt the pressure of release building.
âGods yes, yes,â he moaned as his cock slammed against the back of her throat. âTav Iâm going to come if you donât stop,â he moaned as he rolled his hips into her mouth, seeking her eyes to make sure she had heard. She looked up and continued bobbing up and down over him, sucking and licking with even more fervor. He couldnât hold it off any longer, and groaned as his cock pumped his seed into her throat, panting and moaning as his orgasm blinded him and washed over his body in waves. He lifted his head weakly to watch her gently lick him clean, after groaning again as she made eye contact while she very deliberately swallowed.
His limbs felt heavy and sluggish as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. She took notice at how out of sorts he was, and helped him lace things back up and smoothed his armor back into place. He sat up and pulled her by the collar of her leathers into a kiss, warm, slow, and lingering, before she broke away, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
Tav had noticed the ruined part of the wall across from them where he must have snuck in, and a devious thought took hold.
Her smile was infectious, and his post orgasmic haze had him fighting not to grin back at her like an idiot. âWhat?!â He asked, as she was clearly pleased with herself about something.
She pointed to the crack in the wall revealing the outer rooms, and when he followed her gaze, she stole a quick kiss on his cheek before whispering, âyouâre it,â and disappearing in front of him only to reappear outside in the blue light of a misty step.
âFuck.â Astarion announced to the empty room as he ran a hand through his hair. He fell back onto the bench as her laughter echoed off the stone, knowing his attempt at a power play had just spectacularly backfired.
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AHHHH thank you for reading! This is a snippet from my fic This is a Gift, You Know on AO3!
#astarion#astarion bg3#astarion x tav#baldur's gate 3#bg3 tav#plus sized tav#smut#bg3 act 1#subtle dom/sub vibes#fanfic#ao3
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â TOUCH ME, TAKE ME, KISS ME â

ft. gojo, geto & shoko. (4some)
ê° synopsis. where celebrating new yearâs with your best friends turns into something much more intimateâone kiss at midnight isnât nearly enough.
warnings. MDNI. college au. fem! reader, fĆursome, mutual pining, unprotected p in v, orÄl (f! and m! receiving), fingerıng (f! and m! receiving), clıt stimulation, overstimulation, dirty talk, shared partner dynamics, voyeurism, slight dom/sub vibes, hair pulling, teasing, praise kink, body worship, light biting/marking, cĆłm play, & multiple orgasmĆ.
the cabin was exactly what youâd expect from satoru gojo â unnecessarily luxurious, tucked away on the outskirts of a snowy mountain town, and equipped with every amenity that screamed rich kid with too much money to burn.
âseriously, satoru, who the hell needs a jacuzzi in their living room?â shoko teased, setting her duffel down by the entryway. the bubbling water glowed from the built-in lights, steam curling lazily into the warm space.
gojo smirked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black hoodie. âitâs about the vibes, shoko. the experience. and, i dunno, maybe i just like having options.â
geto, sitting cross-legged on the couch, glanced up from his phone. âyeah? and whenâs the last time you used it?â
âhey, i brought you guys here, didnât i? sounds like ungrateful energy to me,â gojo shot back, though his grin didnât waver.
you chuckled softly, toeing off your boots near the fireplace, letting the heat seep through your socks. the large windows stretched across the far wall, showcasing the snow falling steadily outside, blanketing the trees under the silver moonlight.
âheâs right, though,â you chimed in, peeling off your jacket. âwe couldâve rung in the new year at some regular house party. but instead, weâre here. cozy, secluded... not the worst way to spend our last new year as college students.â
âsee? someone gets it,â gojo said, flashing you that familiar, lopsided grin.
you rolled your eyes, but the truth was, you didnât mind. the four of you had been close since your freshman year, and as the years piled up, so did the late-night study sessions, spontaneous road trips, and drunken confessions after long nights out. this felt like a full-circle moment. one final hurrah before graduation came sweeping in to change everything.
shoko tossed herself onto the couch beside geto, tugging off her beanie and shaking out her hair. âso, whatâs the plan? drinking games until midnight, or are we just free-styling it?â
âwhy not both?â suguru said, stretching an arm behind her, fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder where you leaned against the armrest. the contact was subtle, but you felt it linger.
gojo raised a brow, tilting his head dramatically. âi was thinking strip poker.â
shoko snorted, flicking his forehead. âsure. youâd be naked in five minutes.â
âis that supposed to be a problem?â
your eyes flickered to suguru, catching the small smirk pulling at his lips. his gaze met yours for half a second, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable, before dropping back to his phone.
this wasnât the first time youâd caught the lingering tension between everyone â the casual touches, the way shokoâs gaze would sometimes linger on you a little too long, or the moments gojoâs hands would rest on your lower back at parties, guiding you through crowds when he didnât really need to.
you werenât oblivious. but none of you had ever crossed that line.
yet.
âalright, letâs start with drinks,â you suggested, pushing yourself to your feet. âanyone want to help me?â
âi got it,â geto said, standing with an easy grace. âcome on.â
as the two of you headed into the kitchen, shoko and gojoâs quiet laughter echoed softly from the living room, the crackling fire filling the otherwise silent cabin.
suguru leaned against the counter, watching as you rummaged through the cabinets.
âso,â he started, his voice low and smooth, âhow are you feeling about tonight?â
you glanced over your shoulder. âin general? or is this a âweâre about to graduate, what are you doing with your life?â kind of question?â
his lips quirked. âboth, maybe.â
you sighed, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. âiâm trying not to think about it too hard. tonightâs about celebrating, not panicking about the future.â
he nodded thoughtfully, but his eyes lingered.
âyou know,â he mused, stepping closer, âsatoruâs not wrong. it is kind of a waste to let this cabin go to waste.â
âwhat are you suggesting?â you teased, pouring the whiskey into a glass.
suguruâs gaze dipped, trailing over you slowly before flicking back to your eyes. âjust saying⊠midnightâs a good time for new experiences.â
heat prickled your skin under his stare, but before you could respond, gojoâs voice rang out from the other room.
âhey, you two! quit flirting and bring the damn drinks!â
you laughed, but suguru didnât move right away. instead, his fingers brushed lightly against your wrist as he grabbed the bottle from the counter, his touch lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.
yeah. tonight was going to be interesting.
the drinks flowed easily, laughter spilling into the warm cabin air as the four of you huddled near the fireplace, sprawled across the plush rugs and oversized pillows. suguru sat beside you, his knee brushing yours with every shift, while gojo leaned against the couch, one long arm lazily slung around shokoâs shoulders.
âalright,â gojo drawled, tipping back his glass. his eyes glittered behind those obnoxious shades he insisted on wearing inside. âtime for a game.â
âdrinking game?â shoko asked, already halfway through her second glass of whiskey.
ânope.â gojoâs smirk curled wickedly. âtruth or dare.â
you snorted, shaking your head. âwhat are we? sixteen?â
âdonât knock it,â suguru said smoothly, his eyes half-lidded as he sipped his drink. âit could be fun. besides, satoruâs incapable of suggesting anything mature.â
gojo shot him a look. âthis coming from the guy who suggested skinny dipping in the hot tub an hour ago.â
âthat was different. it was an intellectual suggestion.â
âsure it was.â
shoko waved a hand dismissively. âfine. truth or dare it is. but no stupid shit like licking the floor or whatever. weâre not in a frat house.â
gojo grinned, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. âwhoâs starting?â
your hand shot up, aiming for the path of least resistance. âtruth.â
âboring,â gojo muttered, but there was mischief behind the slight pout. âalright, fine. if you had to kiss one of us at midnight, who would it be?â
the room fell quiet for a beat too long. you felt three sets of eyes zero in on you, the weight of their attention thick enough to taste.
âuhââ you faltered, heat crawling up your neck.
âcareful,â suguru murmured beside you, voice low and teasing. âweâll know if youâre lying.â
your gaze flicked to his, catching the flicker of something darker in his expression. your heart thudded a little harder.
âi dunno,â you hedged, taking a slow sip of your drink. âdepends on the mood, i guess.â
gojo leaned closer, grinning like heâd already won. âthatâs not an answer.â
âthen take it as my answer.â
shoko laughed, leaning back against the couch cushions. âsheâs playing it safe. smart girl.â
but the tension lingered, subtle but persistent, weaving through the air like smoke.
âmy turn,â suguru cut in smoothly, tilting his head toward gojo. âtruth or dare?â
âdare, obviously.â
âkiss shoko.â
âeasy.â
without hesitation, gojo leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to shokoâs lips. she didnât pull away â if anything, her hand slid lazily up his arm, nails grazing lightly against his skin before they parted.
âyou guys have done that before,â you pointed out, trying to ignore the heat twisting low in your stomach.
âmultiple times,â shoko replied, smirking. âyouâre late to the party.â
gojo winked. âjealous?â
ânot particularly.â
but the idea lodged itself somewhere deep. maybe it was the alcohol warming your veins, or the way suguruâs hand rested against the small of your back, light but possessive, but the thought lingered.
midnight wasnât that far off.
the countdown started around 11:50. the drinks were mostly forgotten by then, the four of you curled closer near the fire, the alcohol buzzing quietly in your heads.
âfive minutes,â gojo announced, his voice dropping to something smoother, almost suggestive. âbetter start thinking about that kiss.â
shoko stretched her legs out, crossing them at the ankles. âmaybe we should just kiss each other. take the guesswork out of it.â
your stomach flipped at her casual tone, but when you glanced at suguru, his gaze was already fixed on you.
ânot opposed,â he said softly.
gojo made a low hum of approval, sitting up straighter. âwhy not?â
âyouâre all serious about this?â you asked, voice tipping toward incredulous, but your pulse betrayed you, hammering against your ribs.
âyouâre curious,â suguru countered, brushing his knuckles against your thigh.
and you were. the tension had been building for years â subtle glances, fleeting touches, unspoken things hanging just out of reach.
âalright,â you relented, the words tasting like adrenaline on your tongue. âfine.â
the countdown echoed on the tv screen, bright against the dim cabin.
ten.
nine.
suguru shifted closer, his thigh pressed against yours.
eight.
seven.
gojoâs gaze dropped to your lips, his grin softer, teasing.
six.
shoko leaned into your side, her arm brushing yours.
five.
four.
your breath hitched as suguruâs hand curled under your chin, tilting your face toward his.
three.
two.
one.
their lips met yours at the same time â suguruâs mouth warm and steady, while shokoâs was softer, tasting faintly of whiskey.
you lost yourself in it, your hand fisting in suguruâs shirt as gojoâs hand brushed against your lower back, slipping lower, pulling you closer.
and just like that, the line dissolved completely.
the kiss started playfulâsoft touches, slow explorationâbut the heat behind it caught quickly, sparking into something heavier. suguruâs fingers brushed your jaw, coaxing your lips open as his tongue slid against yours, slow and possessive. shokoâs mouth trailed along your neck, leaving wet kisses against your pulse, while gojoâs hand slipped under the hem of your sweater, his palm warm as it splayed across your waist.
you broke the kiss with suguru only to meet shokoâs lips, her tongue teasing against yours as she pressed closer, her hands slipping down to rest on your thighs. the space between the four of you seemed to vanish, replaced by the weight of wandering hands and shared breaths.
gojo groaned softly, nipping at suguruâs bottom lip before tugging him back by the collar, stealing a kiss that left no room for subtlety. suguru didnât resist, his hand tangling in gojoâs hair, tilting his head to deepen it. the sight had your breath catching, heat pooling low in your stomach.
âgod, you two,â shoko muttered, smirking against your lips. âitâs like watching a porno.â
âjealous?â gojo quipped, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his eyes glittering with amusement.
âmaybe.â
âyou get her,â suguru said smoothly, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. âweâll be back.â
before you could question it, gojo grabbed suguruâs wrist and led him out of the living room, disappearing into the hall with low, breathy laughter echoing behind them.
the absence of their presence left you and shoko tangled together on the rug by the fire, the crackling flames casting soft shadows across her face.
âguess itâs just us,â she murmured, her fingers tracing light patterns over your thighs.
âseems like it,â you whispered, barely able to focus with the heat of her body pressed so close.
shoko didnât waste time once the boys left the room. her lips crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth, as if sheâd been holding back for too long. you could feel the heat radiating off her as her hands roamed your body, tugging at the edges of your sweater until it slipped over your head.
her palms were warm against your bare skin, fingertips skimming the soft curve of your breasts, and you gasped into her mouth, arching into her touch.
âfuck,â she whispered, eyes trailing down your body, drinking you in like she couldnât get enough. âbeen waiting to get my hands on you all night.â
you let her take control, her nails scraping lightly down your back as she kissed a path to your collarbone, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin.
your sweater, jeans, and everything else ended up in a pile near the fireplace, leaving you bare and vulnerable in the soft flicker of firelight. shoko settled between your legs, her hands pressing your thighs apart with a confidence that had you squirming beneath her.
âyouâre so wet already,â she murmured, dragging a single finger through your folds. âyou like this, huh?â
you could barely nod, the sensation making you dizzy.
her mouth followed, soft lips trailing over the inside of your thighs, her tongue flicking out to catch the slick gathering at your core.
âfuck, shoko,â you gasped, hips bucking when she sucked your clit between her lips, the warmth of her tongue making you shudder.
her grip on your thighs tightened, nails digging into the soft flesh as she kept you pinned, her mouth relentless.
âstay still,â she mumbled, voice muffled against you.
it was impossible. you tugged lightly at her hair, desperate for something to hold onto as she worked you closer to the edge, her tongue curling just right.
you didnât even notice the sound of footsteps until shoko pulled back slightly, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.
âoh,â she hummed, licking her lips. âyou two back already?â
your gaze snapped to the doorway.
gojo and geto stood there, completely bare, their cocks hard and already dripping.
âwe were enjoying the view,â gojo said, his voice deeper, laced with something dark as his gaze fixed on you.
geto stepped forward first, his eyes hooded as he stroked himself lazily, clearly not in any rush. âdidnât know youâd start without us.â
âyou two looked busy,â shoko teased, swiping her thumb across her bottom lip, catching the glisten of your arousal.
âdonât stop on our account,â gojo added, stepping closer, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he knelt beside you.
shoko chuckled, glancing down at you with amusement in her eyes. âwhat do you think?â
you didnât know how to answer, too overwhelmed by the weight of their attentionâthe way getoâs dark gaze lingered on your mouth, the curve of gojoâs smirk as he ran his fingers along your inner thigh.
âshe can take it,â geto murmured, brushing his lips along the curve of your jaw. âsheâs been good so far.â
shoko shifted lower, her breath hot against your core, but this time, geto was beside her, his lips pressing soft kisses to your clit before shokoâs tongue joined him.
âfuckââ your breath hitched, your back arching off the floor as their mouths worked in tandem, the slick warmth of their tongues too much.
gojo, not wanting to be left out, moved behind you, his lips ghosting along your neck as his fingers slid into your pussy, curling to meet the rhythm of their mouths.
âso fucking pretty,â he whispered into your ear, biting lightly at the lobe. âyou like being the center of attention, donât you?â
you couldnât answer, too caught up in the overwhelming sensation, your body trembling as the knot in your stomach tightened.
âcâmon,â shoko coaxed, her tongue circling your clit faster. âlet go for us.â
you did, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your orgasm tore through you, your hips jerking uncontrollably as shoko and geto didnât stop, their mouths and fingers milking every last drop of pleasure.
when you finally opened your eyes, dazed and breathless, geto was already shifting, settling between your legs as gojo moved to take his place beside shoko.
âdonât be greedy, shoko,â gojo teased, his lips brushing yours as geto lined himself up with your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing inside.
shokoâs hand slipped beneath your jaw, guiding you to look at her as geto thrust into you, stretching you wide.
âyou can give us one more,â she whispered, pressing her forehead to yours as her lips hovered inches from your mouth. âbe a good girl for me, yeah?â
getoâs cock stretched you to the hilt, the fullness making you shudder as he bottomed out, his forehead pressed against yours. shokoâs hand traced slow circles along your cheek, grounding you with soft touches even as her other hand slipped lower, two fingers pressing against your clit, slick from how drenched you were.
âyouâre taking him so well,â she whispered, her thumb brushing your bottom lip. âbut you can take more, canât you?â
you nodded weakly, body already trembling, but the praise made your stomach flutter.
gojo shifted, moving behind you, his lips trailing lazy kisses along the curve of your shoulder. âgonna open you up even more,â he murmured, his fingers dragging down the length of your stomach, teasing along the edge of your folds where getoâs cock stretched you.
you felt his middle finger slip inside, pressing against the soft spot geto wasnât reaching. the sensation was dizzying.
âso fucking tight,â gojo hissed, sliding another finger in beside the first, stretching you further. âcan feel how deep suguru is inside you.â
shokoâs breath tickled your lips as her fingers drifted lower, joining gojoâs as he stretched you open, the combination of their touches leaving you gasping.
âso sensitive,â shoko cooed, pressing soft kisses along your jawline, her fingers brushing light circles around your clit.
gojoâs third finger slipped inside, the stretch nearly overwhelming, and your nails dug into the rug beneath you as your back arched, your body tightening around them both.
âfuck,â geto grunted, his cock twitching inside you. âsheâs squeezing me like crazy.â
âfeels good, doesnât it?â gojo teased, his smirk audible even if you couldnât see him. âsheâs so warm⊠bet you wonât last long.â
getoâs grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts slowing, each drag of his cock purposeful as he pushed deep, grinding against the spot that made you tremble.
you whimpered, barely able to take it all in, your body stretched beyond its limits but craving more. shoko kissed the corner of your mouth, her lips lingering just long enough to make you chase after her, your tongue brushing against hers in a soft, needy motion.
âi can feel how close you are,â she whispered, her fingers pinching your clit just enough to make you jolt. âyouâre trembling.â
gojoâs fingers pressed deeper, curling in a way that sent sparks shooting through you, and you nearly sobbed from the intensity.
âyouâre holding back,â gojo whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe. âlet go, sweetheart. weâre not stopping till youâre a mess beneath us.â
geto groaned, his pace faltering, hips snapping faster as he chased his own pleasure, his grip bruising in the best way.
shoko dipped her head lower, trailing soft kisses down your neck, her hand leaving your jaw to tug gently at one of your nipples, rolling it between her fingers as her other hand continued its teasing strokes over your swollen clit.
âgive it to us,â she coaxed, her voice laced with a softness that made your chest ache. âyou can take it, pretty girl. just one more, i know you can.â
your breath hitched, the knot in your stomach tightening as the pressure mounted.
âfuckâshoko, iâm gonnaââ
âi know,â she whispered, her lips pressing to yours in a soft, breathless kiss.
the wave hit you hard, your walls fluttering around getoâs cock as your orgasm crashed over you, your hips jerking up to meet his thrusts as gojoâs fingers kept curling inside, stretching you open further.
âthatâs it,â gojo growled, pulling his fingers out just as getoâs pace grew erratic.
âfuck, iâm close,â geto grunted, thrusting hard one last time before he groaned low in his throat, spilling into you with a slow roll of his hips.
shoko kissed you through it, swallowing your soft cries as geto leaned forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder, chest heaving.
but they didnât stop.
geto groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he gave one last deep thrust, burying himself fully inside you as he spilled, warmth flooding your core.
your body trembled, the overstimulation leaving you breathless, forehead pressed against shokoâs shoulder as she ran soft fingers through your hair, grounding you.
âfuck,â geto whispered, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he pulled out slowly, his cum slipping down your thighs, sticky and warm against your skin.
but even as geto leaned back, his hands still lingering on your hips, gojo wasnât done.
his cock throbbed against your thigh, heavy and slick with precum, the tip flushed and desperate for attention.
you felt his gaze on you, his hand sliding over your jaw to tilt your face toward him.
âthink you can help me out, pretty girl?â he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss, but his hips were already shifting closer, his cock pressing insistently against your palm.
you nodded, the quiet desperation in his voice making you throb, still sensitive from getoâs lingering touch. your fingers curled around him, warm and slick as you stroked slowly, feeling the weight of him in your hand.
âfuck, just like that,â he groaned, tipping his head back slightly as his hand covered yours, guiding your pace.
meanwhile, shoko shifted in front of you, her bare thighs brushing against your waist as she straddled you, her hands resting on your shoulders for balance.
âdonât forget about me,â she teased, voice low, but there was heat in her eyes as she grabbed your wrist, guiding your fingers between her legs.
her slick heat coated your fingers immediately as they slipped inside, making her moan softly against your ear, hips rolling to meet your touch.
âyou feel that?â she whispered, her forehead pressed to yours, panting softly. âbeen wanting you to touch me like this all night.â
your palm pressed deeper, thumb brushing over her swollen clit, and she gasped, biting down gently on your bottom lip as her hips bucked forward.
but shoko wasnât one to let you do all the work.
her other hand drifted between your legs, her fingers brushing over your overstimulated core, dragging through the mess geto left behind.
âso messy,â she murmured, her tone soft and teasing, but there was nothing gentle about the way she slipped two fingers inside you, pressing into the heat that still fluttered around nothing.
you whimpered, arching into her hand as your own pace on gojo faltered, your grip tightening around his cock.
âshitââ gojo hissed, his breath stuttering as your fist squeezed him just right, his hips jerking up into your touch.
âiâve got her,â shoko murmured to gojo, her lips grazing your ear as she thrust her fingers deeper, her pace slow but deliberate. âsheâs so tight, arenât you, baby?â
you couldnât form words, only broken moans slipping past your parted lips, drool glistening as it trailed down your chin, your jaw slack beneath the intensity of it all. shokoâs fingers curled deep inside you, pressing against that spot that made your thighs tremble violently, your entire body arching into her touch.
her thumb circled your clit in slow, deliberate motionsânot too much, but just enough to have you writhing beneath her, the friction driving you higher with every slow roll of her hips against yours.
âlook at you,â geto murmured, dark eyes fixed on the way you twisted between them, shokoâs hand buried up to her knuckles inside you.
without a word, he leaned in, catching the trail of drool with his lips, kissing gently along your jaw before letting his tongue brush over the corner of your mouth, warm and unhurried.
âyouâre taking her so well,â he said softly, his breath fanning over your lips before pressing a kiss to the hinge of your jaw, his palm cupping your cheek tenderly.
shokoâs teeth scraped over your neck, biting gently before soothing the mark with her tongue, her fingers never faltering.
âi know you can give me one more,â she coaxed, her voice soft but firm, curling her fingers until you nearly sobbed into her shoulder. âcome on, baby, let me feel you.â
your hips rocked into her hand on instinct, chasing the pressure as pleasure coiled tighter inside you, her fingers coaxing you toward the edge.
âsheâs close,â gojo groaned, his cock twitching in your palm as his eyes dragged over your body, flushed and trembling beneath shokoâs touch.
his hand slid over yours, guiding your strokes as his breath stuttered, his hips jerking forward to chase your fist.
âlet go for us,â shoko whispered, her tongue tracing the curve of your ear, and with one last slow curl of her fingers, the tension inside you snapped.
your body trembled violently, thighs clenching around her hand as your orgasm surged through you, knocking the breath from your lungs.
shoko kept going, fucking you through the aftershocks, her fingers stroking deeper to draw out every last shiver until you were limp against her chest.
âfuck,â gojo hissed through gritted teeth, his grip on your hand tightening as he spilled hot and thick against your fingers, painting your skin with a satisfied groan.
for a moment, the room was quiet, the only sounds the soft crackling of the fire and the heavy weight of your breathing.
you lay there, muscles lax and trembling, shokoâs fingers still lazily circling your clit as she pressed soft kisses against your shoulder, grounding you in the afterglow.
âyou were perfect,â she murmured against your lips, smiling softly as she finally slipped her fingers free, slick and glistening with your release.
geto brushed his thumb along your jaw, tilting your face toward him as he kissed you, slow and deliberate, his touch warm and steady.
âhappy new year,â shoko whispered, her forehead resting gently against yours, and you couldnât help the quiet laugh that slipped out between heavy breaths.
âhappy new year,â you echoed softly, sinking further into the warmth of their bodies against yours.
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Demon Brothers as Doms Headcanons
Here it is, as requested by anon! I don't know if these are better or worse than the demon bros as subs version... I honestly can't tell lol. But hopefully you guys enjoy them. I will be doing the side characters, too, so stay tuned for that.
GN!MC x the demon brothers
Side Characters as Doms Bros as Subs
NSFW MDNI
Note: We got another paragraph of warnings. Some of them are a little more detailed, but most of them are just mentioned.
Warnings: Sub!MC, bondage, blindfolds, gags, multiple orgasms, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, manhandling, begging, praise, degradation, dirty talk, spanking, collars, dacryphilia, tailfucking (and related tail stuff), drooling, jealousy, cockwarming, mirror sex, exhibitionism, toys, aphrodisiacs, magic stuff, blood kink, biting, size kink, food play, somnophilia, wet dreams, semi-public sex, after care, cuddling, and kissing. HOO BOY. I hope that's all of it, if not lemme know and I'll add stuff.
Lucifer
He has intense dom vibes and he knows it. He will be strict and harsh with you if thatâs what you want, but if left to his own choices, Lucifer becomes a pleasure dom. All he really wants is to make you come over and over and over again. He doesnât care what it takes, heâll use his cock, his fingers, his tongue, anything and everything as long as it makes you cry out his name in ecstasy. He likes the way it makes his pride swell.
Heâs a strong and powerful demon. If he wants you in a certain position, he will put you there himself. He has no problem manhandling you a little, but heâll be careful about it. He very much enjoys tying you up and heâs a master at shibari. His other favorite thing is blindfolding you. He likes when you arenât aware of when heâs going to touch you.
Lucifer is absolutely the type of demon that will do subtle things outside of the bedroom to make you crazy. A hand on the back of your neck, a brief squeezing of your arm, a whispered âbehaveâ or even just a look that says everything. Theyâre all warnings - be careful, MC, or heâll be dealing with you later in private.
He likes to be called sir, but heâs willing to discuss other options. Heâs very bossy, though, and will give you orders constantly. If youâre good and compliant, heâll reward you to the point where youâll probably forget your own name. But if youâre a brat, he wonât hesitate to punish you. He likes to make you wait, so he might tie you up in his office and then not touch you while he works on his stacks of paperwork. He wants to see how long it takes you to start begging.
And begging does him in every time. Because the minute you break down and beg for him, his pride takes over. Heâll smirk and likely tease you and say something about how heâs not surprised that it didnât take long.
But in the end, Lucifer likes to make you moan and cry and come, which means heâll do whatever it takes to get you to do that. Do you have a praise kink? He will shower you with it while heâs deep inside you. Do you have a degradation kink? He will make a point of finding the words that make you clench around him in pleasure.
Mammon
Surprisingly good at being a dom, but far less restrained than Lucifer is. Heâs going to do all kinds of things to get a reaction out of you, but the second you moan his name, heâs moaning right along with you. But not before he takes the time to get your full consent and makes sure you know all your safe words. He wants to go all out, but he wants you to feel safe with him.
Mammon is a bit too impatient to do things like tying you up intricately. Heâs going to go for things like handcuffs or gags. He finds he likes the way you moan low in your throat when your mouth is otherwise occupied. Similarly, he loves when you suck on his fingers. Heâll remove them sooner than he expected, though, because he wants to listen to you beg.
Heâs cautious at first, giving you easy orders to test the waters. If youâre generally obedient, heâll push a little harder, go a little further, see just how much you can take. He will absolutely become a brat tamer, though, so if youâre more inclined to mouth off, you can expect swift punishment. He canât take too much disobedience and heâll get impatient with you quickly. Punishments can range from spankings to orgasm denial depending on how irritated he is. But they donât last long because he just really wants to fuck you silly.
Heâs constantly buying you things to wear. He obviously has a preference for gold, but whatever he just likes to see you on display in something nice. If youâll wear a collar, he will absolutely be thrilled to buy you the nicest one he can find. It makes him a little crazy any time he catches a glimpse of it outside the bedroom.
The King of After Care. When things are calm again, he gets very clingy. Heâs going to want to cuddle you all night, whispering in your ear about how good you were for him, asking you if youâre doing all right. If you endured punishment or any kind of pain, heâll make sure youâre recovering from it. He just loves you so much, MC.
Leviathan
Surprises both you and himself by being a really good dom. Itâs like he flips a switch and suddenly heâs all confidence, but itâs only possible with you. However, it can also get really intense really fast and he might not realize how far heâs going. Communication is key with Levi. You need it to even get him to start being more dominant to begin with, but then you also need it when heâs a little lost in the sauce.
Because he finds that dominating you makes him lose his whole mind. When youâre whimpering or begging, he just wants more and more. He loves to hear you whine his name. He likes it when you cry, so he will try to make it happen. Heâll use pain or insults or anything else he can find that will work. But if it does happen, heâll get soft when he sees the tears on your cheeks. Then heâll start praising you and telling you how perfect you are and how much he loves you.
He likes to use his tail for all kinds of things. Heâll wrap it around your body, pinning your arms to your sides, and put the tip of it in your mouth until youâre drooling around it. Heâll use it to spank you if he thinks youâre in need of punishment. But his favorite thing is just to fuck you with it.
To nobodyâs surprise at all, Levi is a jealous dom. If you so much as look at someone else, he will notice and make you pay for it later. His favorite punishment method is orgasm denial. Heâs trying to make you forget about anyone but him and heâll ask you while heâs edging you who youâre thinking of. He wants to hear you cry and tell him that heâs the only one you ever think about.
Levi will definitely start out with degradation and some dirty talk - heâs likely going to tell you how much of a whore you are for him - but by the end of things, heâll switch to praise. He starts to come out of dom mode and then he actually feels bad. Depending on how you react, he will likely apologize before pampering you to make up for all the nasty things he said. If you laugh at him about it, heâll just blush. He gets embarrassed about how much he can lose himself. Donât hold it against him, MC! Heâs just obsessed with you.
Satan
By far the most balanced dom of all the brothers. Heâs always so careful about keeping his wrath under control, the very last thing he would ever want to do is give in to it during a scene with you. Itâs a tricky balance, but he manages to find a good middle ground. He focuses on you the most, but donât think that means heâll be lenient with you.
Satan is really good at interpreting how youâre feeling in the moment based on how you react to him. Heâs able to tell when he should get more intense and when he should back off. As for himself, he prefers to control you with words. Heâll tie you up if you want him to, but heâs more interested in simply telling you what to do. And heâs clear about what will happen if you disobey.
Although heâs careful about keeping himself level headed when heâs punishing you, just know that he wonât hold back. There really isnât any kind of punishment he isnât willing to employ and heâll find the one that has the most impact on you while still getting his message across.
Definitely prefers praise over degradation. He will be rambling the whole time heâs doing anything with you and itâs all romantic poetry. It starts out really flowery, but eventually kind of devolves into how perfect you are, how good you feel, etc. This is the guy who will spank you and recite sonnets to you at the same time, probably timing his swats with the iambic pentameter.
Satan also really enjoys cockwarming. Heâll have you sit in his lap while he reads, just to see how much you can take. Scolds you gently any time you move too much. Be good and hold still for him, MC. In the end, heâs the one who canât take it, but he frames it as taking pity on you. Youâre both probably aware of the truth, but neither of you will say anything. And anyway, youâre content to let him bend you over and pound into you if it means finally feeling that sweet relief.
Asmodeus
The most versatile of doms, he can be anything you want. You want him strict? Done. You prefer a soft dom? Easy. You just want him to make you come as many times as possible? It would be his pleasure.
If youâre too shy to tell him what you want, thatâs okay, too. Heâs able to feel out what will make you react the most. And thatâs what he goes for. He just wants to experience you losing your mind over him.
He really can do it all, but heâs also going to bring his own flare to the situation. You have sooo much mirror sex. If youâre willing to try exhibitionism, he will really push the limits of that, too.
Asmo will also have a lot of toys, accessories, and clothing items. Heâs always suggesting something new and interesting. You just won't believe what he found, MC! He likes to explore with you, to see what youâll tolerate. This also includes things like aphrodisiacs or magic related things. Heâll always take care of you after you use something like that, but heâs often finding new things to try.
If you donât really give him any guidelines and let him run the show entirely, he will step up to the challenge. It turns out he really enjoys making you submit to him. He finds he has a fascination with your blood. He loves the way it looks against your skin. He also loves to see it on his own lips, so you can be sure heâll be drawing it by biting you.
Asmo really loves to tie you up and have his way with you. He enjoys sensory deprivation - blindfold, gag, etc. - he likes to keep you guessing. He wants you to react to his touch the most, loves the way you shiver in anticipation of what heâll do next.
Mixes pleasure and pain so effectively, you almost canât tell which one youâre experiencing. Heâll be using his fingers masterfully on your sensitive spots at the same time that heâll be digging his nails into your back.
This is his area of expertise, so thereâs no way heâs going to let you go with only one orgasm. Heâs going to make sure you have multiple before he's done with you. He loves overstimulation. If you start crying, heâll coo at you and wipe your tears, but he wonât stop.
Always doms in demon form. He canât help it, heâs fully embodying his sin. No matter what heâs doing with you, he wants you to remember that youâre being dominated by the Avatar of Lust.
Beelzebub
The softest of soft doms. Heâs not really into degradation, so heâs going to shower you with praise instead. Heâs just going to mumble into your skin about how amazing you are and how lucky he is and so on and so forth. But donât think that makes him a pushover.
Beel is a big strong demon and he will manhandle you. Probably his favorite thing is to just sit you in his lap and move you himself. Youâre riding him, but heâs doing all the work.
Heâll tie you up if you want him to, but heâs more likely to use things like blindfolds or gags. Only one at a time, he doesnât want you completely helpless. He secretly likes it when you struggle against him, so he likes to keep your hands free.
Beel has a bit of a size kink where he likes his partners smaller than him, which works out because heâs just generally much larger than most people. Even if youâre larger for a human, thatâs still just a lil cutie to him. This kinda ties into the manhandling thing - he likes to pick you up and move you around himself. And he can do it, too, because of his size and strength. You might as well get used to it at this point.
He doesn't really enjoy inflicting pain. He's far more likely to use positive reinforcement than punishments. But if he has to get serious with you, it's going to be stuff like edging, orgasm denial, or overstimulation. If you're crying it's because of how he's making you feel, not because he's hurting you or insulting you. He finds it's just as effective, too.
If you ask, Beel will do pretty much anything you want. He'll work through the discomfort of hurting you if you enjoy it.
As always, Beel loves food. He'll involve any kind of food play he possibly can because he really can't help himself. It's like the ultimate expression of his sin - to involve food in these intimate moments with you.
Another one who will be incredibly attentive during after care. He wants to make sure you're okay. He will stay beside you as long as you need him. Probably brings you drinks and snacks, too. He's already been praising you all night, but prepare yourself for even more. You are everything to him, MC.
Belphegor
Kinda lazy for a dom, to nobodyâs great surprise. He enjoys being one, but he tires out quickly. If he can make you do all the work, he will. Expect him to give you a lot of orders.
He really loves when you beg. He wants to see you on your knees and if you beg enough, heâll fill your mouth with his cock. You look so good, MC.
Heâll leave you tied up and unattended, too. Heâll just sit there and watch you, see how much you can handle before he does anything.
Belphie is, of course, into somnophilia. If you give him the go ahead, itâs going to be any time he wakes up with you in his arms. If youâre still sleeping soundly, he wants you to stay asleep, heâll just take care of things himself. But if you do wake up, he'll probably whisper quietly in your ear about how he's just making all your wet dreams come true. In fact, we also know Belphie can go into dreams, so⊠you can expect your normal dreams to become wet dreams if he shows up.
He likes exhibitionism and semi-public sex. He likes fucking you in places where youâre right next to other people, but youâre still trying to stay hidden. So heâll use his hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle your noises. But itâs only because he likes the way it feels to gag you that way. He doesnât actually mind if youâre discovered.
He likes dirty talk and degradation. He will absolutely call you all kinds of filthy names. Itâs not all like that, though, heâll also throw in some praise. Especially when youâre whimpering beneath him and he's losing control because he feels so good. That's when he starts telling you how good you are.
Belphie is kind of an after care guy by default. After he's had his way with you, even if he was really rough (which he probably was), he just wants to snuggle and cuddle and sleep. He'll also kiss you slowly and softly and lazily because he likes the way your lips feel.
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Arranged Marriage Trope ~ 2.8K Words
Wolf-Hybrid!HusbandXHuman!GNFatReader
CW: Arranged marriage, distant relationship, mild bdsm, mild dom/sub vibes, dominant personality more than anything else, masturbation, knotting, size kink, breeding. Honestly itâs pretty tame compared to a lot of my stuff.
It was an arranged marriage. Two powerful families, a long time feud, and a wedding to forge the peace. It wasnât unique, but it was uniquely awful for you.
Your new husband was a large, stoic wolf hybrid. He was gorgeous, you couldnât deny that. He was well over 6 feet, and his tight black dress shirts did little to hide the muscles he touted. His fur was dark grey, like a misty mountain range. Sometimes you imagined touching it.
You felt dwarfed, which wasnât something your chubby ass had experienced much. So that was nice.
But thatâs where the positives ended. Yes, you looked great on his arm, a slinky black gown to match his silky black slacks and shirt, but you had no connection.
He seemed uninterested or unwilling to get to know you. You figured, if you were going to have to spend your lives together, you could at least develop a friendship. It wasnât the love filled marriage youâd dreamed of, but it could still be a partnership, nonetheless.
You tried everything you could think of to seduce the absolute brick of a man. You flirted with him during every interaction you could. You brought him little treats you had baked while he worked. You rubbed his shoulders after a long day. Nothing seemed to make him warm to you.
He seemed comfortable having you around, but also seemed to have no interest in interacting with you, unless you initiated it. It was starting to drive you mad.
Youâd noticed little things about him that were more subtle. Things you didnât realize heâd do. He always protected you when he was around. You were⊠clumsy to say the least, and the amount of times heâd caught your dumb ass as you were about to fall was kind of comical. It got to the point he always had a hand hovering around you. At your lower back, your hip, your thigh. It was almost like he gravitated around you.
Then there was his eyes. He didnât express much on his face, in his dangerous line of work, he couldnât. But that didnât stop his eyes. Youâd learned to read him from watching his eyes. Youâd be in meetings together, and without fail you could guess his response. The subtle ways his brows furrowed when he was interested, and listening intently. Or the fire that flashed when he got annoyed.
You noticed his eyes when he looked at you as well. You couldnât tell what it was, but there was a distinct, unique look in his eyes when he looked at you. And a faint blush to his cheeks when you caught him staring.
Youâd started thinking maybe something would come of you two after all, but despite your ever boldening efforts, nothing happened.
Finally, after nearly a year of this new life, you were pent up, and frustrated. You shared a bed, which made any sort of self pleasure extremely difficult. Normally you could time things for when he was busy, or showering. But one night, much later than you would have liked to be asleep, your cunt throbbed.
You squirmed lightly in the large king size bed. He lay mere inches from you, soft snores rising from his chest. His face was serene, calm. You didnât get to see him at peace very often. Youâd begun to cherish seeing him like this.
You couldnât focus long enough to go to sleep. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal. You wanted to be fucked. It had been so long. Prior to the wedding, youâd been told heâd expect you to fulfil certain⊠duties. But heâd never touched you in that way aside from a chaste kiss at your wedding.
Youâd spent years of your life before meeting him, fearing the tyrant man youâd likely marry, and sometimes, dreaming about the handsome man youâd marry. But you were met with him, something youâd never expected or imagined. Uninterested.
You whined softly to yourself. You were desperate. He was asleep⊠right? You listened to his breathing. It sounded even. His soft snores solidified your decision.
You turned to lay on your back, a hand snaked down to gently rub your aching clit. You almost moaned out loud, your other hand whipping to your mouth to cover it. He was so close. He was so beautiful. You wanted him. It surprised you how confident you were in that asseratation. You spun your fingers in circles on your small bud while gazing at his face.
You imagined his hands on your body. Those huge, strong hands. What things had he done with those hands? The idea of such violence colliding with your soft, pliable body, had you stifling another moan.
You dipped lower and sunk two fingers into your cunt. You couldnât help a whimper slipping through. It wasnât enough. It was never enough. You wanted him to fill you, you wanted him to take you. Why couldnât he just want you back?!
You groaned in frustration, your fingers desperately pushing in and out of you. You were starting to think you wouldnât be able to cum while staring at his face, wanting him so badly.
âPleaseâŠâ you moaned his name before you could stop yourself.
His eyes snapped open. You yelped and scrambled to pull your fingers out of your body, your positioning clear.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?!â He demanded, his voice dark, an edge you couldnât place to it. He turned to look at you, his eyes raking down the thin sheet that covered you. Your pj shorts were pulled to your knees, your tank pulled up and over your chest. All that stopped him from seeing you on full display was that barely there sheet. You felt your nipples harden and his eyes flashed down from yours to stare.
âAnswer.â He gave no room for argument. His eyes didnât leave your chest.
âI, uh, I must have been having a bad dream. Sorry I wo-â he didnât let you finish. He ripped the sheet off of your body and before you could even react, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down underneath him. He held your hands above your head in one thick fist, his knees in between your legs, holding them open. His other hand lightly caressed your round, soft tummy.
âDo not lie to me.â He whispered into your ear, leaning down so his face was next to yours. âYou have one more chance to explain why you are almost naked, moaning out my name like a slut.â
Your cheeks burned. You turned your head and squeezed your eyes hoping maybe that would make it all go away.
His warm breath on your face told you it wouldnât.
âI⊠I⊠I was justâŠâ you didnât know what to say. I was just fingering myself while desperately thinking about you fucking me?! Yeah⊠no.
He stared at your face. You peeked up at him, surprised by the slight smirk you could see playing in his lips. You had thought he was furious? But maybeâŠ
âI was touching myself.â You spoke softly. Embarrassed still. Even with your soaking cunt spread open for him.
âWhat were you imagining?â He replied, not missing a beat.
âYou.â You practically whispered. He groaned above you.
âShow me what you were doing.â He leaned back and let go of your wrists. He sat back on his calves, kneeled in between your thighs still. You looked up at him, eyes wide with uncertainty. He nodded curtly towards your exposed pussy. He brought his hands up to massage idly at your thick thighs. His thumbs ran along stretch marks and dimples near your hips.
You squirmed, hesitant to perform such a vulnerable action in front of another person. He turned his face from the flesh of your thighs he was handling, up to yours and caught your gaze. âThis is your final warning. Do not push me, love.â His tone, deadly. You found your cheeks burning even hotter at the casual term of affection heâd used.
You couldnât pull your eyes from his, but slowly lowered your hand down to your clit. You rubbed yourself unenthusiastically.
Your husband who had never seemed as wolf-like as he did now, tsked at you. âI donât think pathetic movements like those were what made you moan my name.â He reminded you again of your embarrassment.
You whimpered and a shudder ran through him. You reached your fingers further, and pressed two shallowly into your cunt. You were surprised by how much more wet you had become. The fear, the uncertainty of his next move, had you on edge like never before.
âNow, tell me, no donât stop moving.â He interrupted himself when you paused. âThatâs right, now tell me, why were you imagining me while fingering yourself? Why were you staring at my face while trying to make yourself cum?â You thought your cheeks couldnât have gotten more red and hot until he had said that.
âI, please, just let this go, and we can pretend nothing happened.â You begged him, pleading eyes gazing up at his unimpressed ones. âIâm sorry, Iâll never do it again, Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât listen very well, do you?â His tone was threatening. He flipped you over in the blink of an eye, and pressed your soft, round body into the bed. You felt his rock hard cock press into your ass from behind through his pyjamas. Your eyes flew open at the realisation of how turned on he was.
âDoes that make you less self conscious, love?â He asked, patronisingly, grinding his hips against you. âYou might even get a reward if youâre a good slut for me.â You felt yourself get even wetter, if that was possible.
âI was thinking about you fucking me, because I think I might be in love with you, and you never even give me the time of day, and we are just laying in this bed every night, so close and yet so far and I hate it and I donât know what to do!â You shouted in a chaotic, blubbering stream. You gasped a breath after the words had finished tumbling from your mouth. You hadnât really meant to say quite that many wordsâŠ
For a long moment, your wolf hybrid husband was motionless above you. Your face was pressed into the mattress. Tears began to prick the edges of your eyes with each second that dragged on.
âBut⊠Iâm a monster?â He asked quietly. âI thought maybe you were just horny and wanted a quick fuck with a warm body.â He flipped you around, your face inches from his. He stared at you with large, round eyes. The stern, controlling man who held you seconds ago was gone, replaced by a shy puppy. âYou love me?â He asked. You could see uncertainty flash through his eyes.
âYouâre my husband.â You replied, the doubt clear even as you said the words.
The handsome man looking down at you scoffed. âThat doesnât mean anything. You didnât choose me. You didnât get to have a say. I didnât want to take advantage of our situation. I knowâŠâ he trailed off. âI know there are unfair expectations for physical relations in arranged marriages, but I swore Iâd never be that kind of man, Iâd never push you to do anything. I promised myself Iâd never let you know how desperately I wanted you.â His eyes widened as he seemed to realise what he said as he said it.
âYouâre my mate, I think.â You spoke softly, uncertain of yourself as well. You reached up and pressed your hand against his face. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into your touch.
When he opened his eyes again, they were solid black. âThose are dangerous words, love.â He smelled your arousal on the hand that cupped his face. You hadnât registered it was the hand previously fingering your cunt.
âI like danger.â You said despite its cheesiness. It worked. Your mate chuckled.
âYou like monsters too?â He asked again. A smirk had replaced his wide eyed surprise. His hard cock pressing against your soft tummy reminded him of your current predicament. You nodded enthusiastically at his question.
âWho would have thought, my precious, little human mate would be a desperate slut for wolves.â You dipped your head at his words but he pulled your chin back up, dragging your eyes to meet his.
âI love you too, I have for a very long time.â He kissed you, long and hard. The first real kiss youâd ever shared. You felt yourself gripping him everywhere, both of your hands touching the others bodies. He squeezed your hips, fingers and claws digging into your flesh.
He nipped down your neck, not breaking the skin, but enough to leave a trail of marks. You felt his hand go to his waistband, and he groaned as he released his cock. You had known it would be big, but big didnât even begin to describe the behemoth in front of you. You felt your face pale.
The wolf above you licked his lips. âI know you can take it. One of the reasons I like my partners to be a bit thicker, better to manhandle, eh?â He teased you.
You looked between his face and cock, and his apparent disregard of your concern just made you wetter.
âI can smell you, slut.â He looked down at you with smug eyes. âYeah, youâll take me alright. Even if it have to make you.â A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.
You second guessed yourself. You started trying to protest, but he covered your mouth with one large hand. âNow now, none of that. As you said, youâre my mate. Youâll love it.â
He slowly worked his head into you, and it was already breathtaking. You felt fuller than youâd ever felt, but anxiety at his size rose even further. Before you had a chance to protest, he started pushing deeper.
He wasnât rough, but he definitely wasnât gentle. He fucked into you with shallow thrusts, each pushing deeper than the last, until you could feel his knot battering at your entrance. The stretch was overwhelming, but you could feel the shadow of pleasure behind it.
Once he was at his full length, minus the knot, he started fucking you in earnest. He bent your legs up and over his shoulders, and practically folded you in half. It felt amazing to be so easily manoeuvred. Any stress youâd carried about being too big for him, melted away with each desperate caress he gave you. It was like he couldnât touch enough of you at once.
The pain from his size kept fading, but the pleasure only built. Soon you were loudly crying out with each thrust. He grunted above you. He spoke of filling you with his seed, breeding you.
You could feel your orgasm growing as his thrusts got rougher. His hand snaked up to your neck, and you watched a wicked smile cross his face. He pressed into your neck, squeezing your throat. Your hands raised to his arm, trying to pull him away. It was almost comical, your tiny fingers prying at his thick muscular arm.
You started seeing spots and panic filled you. Your husband stared directly into your eyes as you struggled beneath him.
âGood pet, you can do it, donât worry.â His comforting words sounded like they were too far away. You felt his knot pushing against your cunt. You tried to scream, but no sound could move past his fist on your neck.
Everything collided at once. Your vision was fading and your orgasm rising in front of you when he slammed his knot deep into your pussy. You screamed, even though no sounds came out. You both came, hard. He released your throat, and peppered you with kisses while you rode out to spasms.
Hot cum poured into your battered cunt as his thrusts turned erratic and staggered. He couldnât move much due to his knot, but he did what he could. You felt the huge pressure drag up and down the entrance of your pussy. He came for so long, longer than your entire orgasm. You were coming down while he was still filling you up. You gripped each other's bodies, sweat and saliva mixing.
He collapsed to the side, pulling you up and on top of him, his cock still wedged deep inside you. You moaned involuntarily at the movement.
âHmmm, I hope that was better than your fingers.â He hummed, amused. You grinned down at him.
âMarginally.â You teased. He looked up at you with offence and you winked, leaning down to kiss him again. You didnât think the excitement of that was going to wear off any time soon.
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Another Round | Quinn Hughes

warnings: one night stand, light dom/sub dynamics (quinn is a bittttttt subby), kinda switch vibes too if u squint, oral (m receiving), facial, cum eating ig, some begging/teasing/dirty talk/praise etc., overstim but barely, mentions of thigh riding but none actually included, implied face sitting and p in v but none actually included, and downright DIABOLICAL blue balling (of yâall. iâm sorry <3).
pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader
summary: meeting quinn at a bar leads to a night of fun back at his apartment, and some pleasant surprises for you bothâŠÂ
wc: 3,226
author's note: surprise! to me and to yâall! this was not a wip or even something i had been brainstorming, the idea literally just came to me yesterday and then i banged the whole fic out in one day- which i had actually never done before!! so thatâs exciting (yay growth). and iâm so happy to be posting writing for the first time in months but unfortunately this fic was only made possible by me neglecting the million other things i was planning to do yesterdayâŠ. and ig also neglecting my wipsâŠâŠ.. (of course a quinn fic is at the scene of the crime. typical). also pls do be warned about the evil blue ball!!! sorry in advance... don't kill me guys... anyway, this fic is inspired by my fav (spicy) quinn rumour <3 qhughes u can decorate my face anytime

Youâre at Quinnâs apartment after meeting at the bar a couple hours ago, and you practically jumped him the moment the door clicked shut behind you.Â
You were feeling impatient, having barely gotten a taste of him back at the bar before heâd offered up his place. You werenât all that surprised by him being so quick to seek out privacy. You donât follow hockey, but one of his friends had let slipâmuch to his dismayâthat Quinn was âkind of a big dealâ, divulging that he not only played for an NHL team, but was actually the captain of one. You werenât particularly moved by this revelation, but what did pique your interest was Quinnâs reaction. He seemed borderline mortified, and rather annoyed by the whole exchange, which only made you more attracted to him. He had a genuineness to him, a polite, subtle charm that drew you in. Not that you needed any convincing. Youâd already been getting distracted admiring the way he licked over the delicate curve of his lips every so often, something stirring inside of you each time. But the second you made him laugh, that was when you knew exactly how you wanted the night to end.
Now, heâs standing with his back against the wall, breathless, as you kiss him senseless. Quinnâs letting you take the lead, thereâs no doubt about that, but you can tell heâs just as affected as you are. His hands roam over your body clumsilyâgroping your waist, your thighs, your assâas though he canât decide where to settle. His lips are soft and warm against yours, just like youâd imagined they would be. You thread your fingers through his hair, another thing you had been dying to do since you laid eyes on him, and the needy sound you hear trying to escape his throat goes straight to your core.Â
You slip your hand down between your bodies, smirking against his lips when he whimpers at the feeling of you palming him over his jeans.
âCan I blow you?â You practically breathe the words into his mouth between kisses, your smile growing against his lips when your request draws another weak moan from him.
âFuck. Yes,â Quinnâs quick to oblige, desperation dripping in his tone.
Heâs so responsive, so vocal, and youâre soaking up every little sound he gifts you.
âWant you to fuck me after,â you announce, punctuating the words by biting his bottom lip. You feel his whole body respondâhis posture straightening, hips desperately pressing into yours, and you swear you feel his cock twitch in his pants.Â
You part from his lips and mouth over his jaw, making the journey to his ear and delivering a playful nip to the lobe. âYou gonna fuck me, Quinn?â you ask, breath hot against his skin.
Quinn feels like his knees might give out. âUh-huh,â he manages, mind already reeling at the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock.
âGood,â you declare, promptly stepping back.Â
Quinn looks like a deer in headlights at the loss. His hands dangle awkwardly, as though he hasnât a clue what to do with them if theyâre not on your body. His lips are swollen and parted, his eyes wide, cheeks flushed. The urge to kiss him again bubbles up inside you at the sight.Â
You push it down, slipping off your shoes then bringing your hands to the hem of your top. You pause before pulling the lace garment over your head, noticing how Quinn is just standing there watching, transfixed, awaiting your next move.Â
âTake off your pants,â you toss out casually, lips quirking at the corners.
You had an inkling that Quinn might be more on the submissive side. It was something about the way he shivered at your touch before leaning into it like a man starved, and how he hung on your every word at the bar, that tipped you off. And now, as he fumbles to follow your instructions, practically stumbling out of his jeans, it seems you were right. Youâre delighted by this, because it was the reason you wanted to suck him off in the first place. Something about a man falling apart under your touch, feeling his thighs tremble beneath your palms⊠youâve just always been a sucker for it, and youâre confident that Quinn is going to deliver.
âKeep those on,â you request when you see his thumbs slide beneath the waistband of his boxers.
Quinn drops his hands to his sides in an instant, bringing the smile back to your lips.
Youâve stripped down to your bra and panties now, and you take his hand, guiding him toward the couch before gently pushing him down onto the cushions. Quinnâs tongue feels too big for his mouth as you stand there between his parted legs. His eyes scan over your body, always quick to dart back to your face, as you lick your lips at the sight of him straining against his boxers. Your gaze strays lower, finding something else that draws you in.Â
His thighs.Â
It shouldnât be a surprise, reallyâheâs a pro athlete, after allâbut the way his muscles curve and flex beneath the taut skin catches you off guard, calling to you, commanding your attention.Â
You sink to your knees, Quinnâs eyes following your every move, and plant your hands firmly on either leg beside you. His muscles tense ever so slightly under your touch, and a delighted expression taking over your face. You flick your gaze up to him as you lean in and press a chaste kiss to the inside of one thigh, just a few inches past his knee, and his breath stutters. You inch higher, lips ghosting over his skin before kissing him again, with a little more intent, and his mouth parts as he watches you in awe. You suck down gently on the same spot, letting your tongue flick over his sensitive skin, and he gasps your name.
You think he can tell that youâre indulging yourself just as much as you are him by giving him this kind of attention, but you get the impression that it isnât something heâs necessarily used to. When you finally pull away, you see a fresh wet patch on his boxers, and a wave of immense want crashes over you.Â
You shake your head slightly, dazed, hands still resting on his legs.Â
âThese thighsâŠâ you murmur, almost to yourself. Then, with a playful tilt of your head, you ponder, âHas a girl ever gotten off like that with you?âÂ
Quinn swallows, his cheeks burning red. âI- what?â he rasps.
âGotten off on your thigh, I mean.â
You have to bite back a smile at the way his eyes widen.
âI- uh, no? Fuck, is that a thing?â he splutters, getting more breathless by the second.
âMhm,â you hum, nodding. âAnd itâs a crime no oneâs put these,â you tighten your grip slightly, emphasizing your point before adding, âto good use.â
âJesus, are you trying to kill me?â he jokes, but his choked voice betrays him, exposing just how much of an effect youâre having on him.
âDonât worry, baby, Iâm still gonna suck you. Iâm not switching things up on you,â you goad.
Without hesitation, you lean in and fit your lips around the head of his cock through his boxers, and a satisfied moan escapes you when you feel another blurt of precum soak the fabric. Your tongue darts out to taste the tiny offering before you pull back, smiling as he releases a shuddering breath.Â
âLove how responsive you are to me, Q,â you tease. âIâve barely even touched you yet, hon. This is gonna be fun.â
You donât miss the way he keens at your use of the nickname, but you just smile at him sweetly and, to Quinn, it feels like the first nail in his coffin.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he breathes, bordering on a whine. âPlease.â Heâs not even sure what heâs begging for at this point.
âOkay,â you concede. âTake off your shirt, though. Actually-â You pause for a moment, eyes narrowing and lips pursed as you reconsider your request, which seems to alarm Quinn.
âMm, no,â you coo, soothing him with a gentle touch. âI just realized that if you take off your shirt now, thereâs a good chance Iâm gonna wanna climb up there and give your chest the same treatment I gave your thighs. So, maybe best to hold off on that for now,â you quip with a devilish grin. âBut weâll get there.â
Quinn doesnât even have time to respond before your fingers slip under his waistband, tugging at his boxers. He practically jolts his hips up to help you pull them down, and you reward him by pressing your lips to the side of his shaft the moment his cock springs free.Â
He keens, a high pitched sound in the back of his throat, and you leave kisses all along his length as you make your way up to the tip and swirl your tongue over his slit. Heâs already leaking, the salty taste of his precum spreading directly across your tongue for the first time, and you hum at the sensation.Â
You flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly dragging it up the thick vein that runs along his shaft before wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking lightly. Your fingers curl around his base as you do, giving him a firm, teasing squeeze. Quinn lets out a choked gasp, and you hum around him again in satisfaction when you feel his thigh twitch beneath your fingers. The vibration rippling through him, paired with the light circles youâve started tracing on his thigh with your thumb, has his hands twitching at his sides. You can tell he wants them in your hair, and just as youâre about to pull off to give him your blessing, a strand of hair falls into your face, as though he willed it to happen, desperate for an excuse to touch you.Â
His hands move in an instant, brushing the stray strands from your face before gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You take that as your cue to take him deeper, inching down and letting your lips stretch around his thick length as you hollow your cheeks. The weight of him on your tongue has heat pooling between your legs. Quinn notices the way you squeeze your thighs together and swears under his breath, feeling dizzy.
You pull back just enough to flick your tongue over the sensitive ridge of his tip before sinking back down, taking him even deeper.Â
âOh,â Quinn inhales sharply. âFuck, just like that. God, your mouth feels fucking incredible.â
You fall into a steady rhythm, bobbing your head and alternating between slow, savouring licks and more insistent suction. You continue taking him deeper, his swollen tip nudging the back of your throat every stroke now, and you feel Quinn starting to lose his remaining composure as his thighs flex in time with your movements. Your hand abandons his thigh to tease his balls, and his grip on your hair tightens harshly for a second before easing up again.Â
Heâs trying so hard to be good, fighting the urge to thrust up into your mouth, and it only makes you want to push him further. You take him as deep as you can, swallowing around him as your nose brushes against the curls at his pelvis. Spit spills past your lips as you gag on his length, and you stay like that for a few moments, letting Quinnâs borderline panicked moans ring through your ears.Â
Eventually, you ease back to suck on his tip, giving yourself a break. But before he has a chance to even think about catching his breath, youâre inching your lips down again, not quite deepthroating him this time, just enveloping more of him in warmth little by little.Â
âBaby,â he pants, voice whiny and wrecked. Quinnâs breaths are rushed, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, and the way you moan around him when the pet name falls past his lips seems to be his breaking point. âCan I-â
âHm?â You hum around him without pulling off, just shifting your gaze up to his and relishing in the way his hips finally jump when you lock eyes.Â
âFuck,â he moans, about an octave higher this time. âWanna come on your face. Can I? Please?â Â
Now you pull off, pumping him in your hand as you tilt your head in contemplation for a moment. Youâre pleasantly surprised by his request, and ultimately decide that youâre more than happy to indulge him, so long as it doesnât derail the rest of your plans.
âI mean, as long as youâre gonna be able to fuck me after if I let you come now,â you remark with a shrug.Â
Youâve been with guys before who had quick recovery times, but most of your previous partners would be out of commission for a solid 45 minutes at least before they could go again, and youâre not really looking to wait. You want Quinn inside of you now. Then again, if he needed time, he does have a mouth, and youâd be lying if you said the image of his plump, full lips circling your clit hadnât crossed your mind after that very first kiss at the bar.
Quinn graces you with a jumbled string of assurances, so you press a slow, teasing kiss to the head of his cock before leaning back and presenting him with his canvas. He was already struggling to hold on before, but the way his desperation increases tenfold under your gazeâbreath stuttering, hips wrigglingâhas the ache between your legs intensifying.Â
You take one of his hands from your hair, pulling it down to rest on top of yours, circling his length in tandem. Quinn seems to follow, his fist flying over yours and his cock, as his gaze bores into yours, a faraway look in his eyes as if youâve rendered him brainless.
Thereâs a hint of a challenge in the curl of your lips as you finally indulge him. âGo ahead. Make a mess, Quinn.â
Thatâs all it takes. Quinnâs hips sutter and a deep, guttural moan spills past his lips as he finally crests. His cock pulses in your hand, thick white ropes painting over your features. You continue stroking him even after his hand falls away, milking every last drop and relishing in the final whimpers that escape him. Heâs sensitive now, twitching at every minute brush of your fingers, but he doesnât stop you. He just watches on with half-lidded eyes until you release him from your grasp.
âHoly shit,â he breathes. Heâs panting, his release having hit him like a tidal wave, but as much as his body is begging him to sink back into the couch, he canât seem to pull his eyes away from you. Youâre still on your knees before him, watching him, the remnants of the pleasure you brought him painted across your soft skin. Fuck, when this is his reality, heâd be getting hard again whether he wanted to or not.
You drag a finger through the cum sliding down your cheek and slowly slip the digit between your lips. You repeat the action a couple times, cleaning yourself up a bit, and Quinnâs brain short circuits at the sight before heâs fumbling forward, hands gripping frantically at your waist to pull you onto his lap. His thumb barely manages to smear away the mess just above your cupidâs bow before his lips are on yours.Â
He still hasnât fully recovered from his orgasm, and you can feel the lingering sluggishness in his movements, but he somehow manages to kiss you with such eagerness. Thereâs something raw and needy and determined beneath the surface. His kisses are deeper, the movements of his tongue more insistent, while his hands hold your hips as though heâs imagining how theyâll feel rocking against him. The thought alone makes you move. You roll your hipsâjust once, teasingâand the choked moan that escapes him sends heat surging through your veins. His fingers dig into you now, like youâve given him some of his strength back, and you reward him with a tug to the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
Itâs as though youâre reading him perfectly, responding to his every move in just the right way, giving him exactly what he needs to recharge. His actions only grow more urgent, fueled by a hunger that is all-consuming. His fingers press harder into your skin as he shifts beneath you, grinding your clothed core over his slowly hardening cock. His lips abandon yours in favour of dragging over your jaw, trailing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses until he reaches your neck. He wastes no time finding your pulse point and sucking, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin until you whimper, your head falling back in pleasure.Â
He dips lower, his mouth finding your cleavageâstill snug in your bra, untouched until nowâand showering it with attention as though heâs trying to repent for his earlier neglect. One of his hands comes to push up your breast, as if heâs trying to drown himself in your softness, and you keen at the feeling of him devouring you. You can still feel him pressed against your panties, which are surely soaked through by now. Heâs about half-hard nowânice to know he hadnât exaggerated his turnaround timeâbut even like this, his size has your mouth watering.Â
The energy has shifted and it has your head spinning. If Quinn had been bordering on submissive before, something about watching you take him and seeing his release on your skin seems to have sparked an entirely new kind of lust in him. Itâs not quite dominance, but thereâs an edge to his actions now, a different kind of needâmore raw, almost feral, where before he was more pleading.
His breath is ragged when he pulls back just enough to peer up at you, suddenly desperate to get his eyes on you, certain that the sight will be just as pretty as the symphony of sounds youâre gracing him with. You tilt your head down toward him, dazed from the loss of his mouth on you, and the sight youâre met with sends a sharp thrill through you. Quinnâs watching you intently, lips parted and a thrill in his eyes, but thereâs a softness to his expression too. Like heâs taking pride in the reaction heâs able to get out of you.Â
âSit on my face,â Quinn implores, voice breathy and rough.Â
Your thighs instinctively try to squeeze together, blocked by his body between them, but Quinn doesnât give you the chance to respond before heâs kissing his way back up your throat, lips and tongue dragging over your skin until he finds your mouth again. His tongue slips past your lips, swallowing the pleasured sound you make, and he kisses you so deeply it makes your head swim. Heâs still kissing you senseless when he speaks again, his words slurring against your lips as though he canât bear to part from you.Â
âSit on my face and Iâll be hard in five minutes, tops, then Iâll fuck you any way you want.â
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Strings Attached (to my heart) #2

â PAIRING : Spider-Man!Jungkook x F!Reader
â RATING: Explicit, 18+.
â DATE POSTED: February 13th, 2025.
â GOAL FOR PART 3: 1500 notes on part 2.
â SUMMARY : You were a journalist at Yonsei University when you started noticing the strange coincidences between your favorite bumbling freshman and Seoul's newest superhero. The way Spider-Man's voice cracks on 'noona' exactly like Jungkook's does. The way they both bring you the same snacks, have the same nervous energy, the same tendency to ramble when flustered. You tell yourself it's just a coincidence, because the alternative means admitting something you're absolutely not ready to deal with.
â TAGS : second person perspective used, female pronouns used, college au, spider-man au, noona kink, slight age gap (heâs 21, sheâs 24ish),, virgin jungkook, first time, inexperienced jk, sexual content, explicit content, breast play, praise kink, crying during sex, crying after sex, embarrassment kink, humiliation kink, slight dom reader x sub jungkook, pining, jungkook has a big fat crush on you, secret identity, touch starved, desperate jungkook, gentle domming, aftercare, emotional intimacy, fluff and smut, Korean setting, university setting, oral sex, oral receiving, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, face sitting, sexually inexperienced jungkook, post-coital confession, afterglow, blowjobs, swallowing, sexual education, jungkook has supportive friends, explicit sexual content, friends giving sex advice, being walked through sex, spidey stamina, tender sex, first time giving oral, first time receiving oral, learning sex, being taught sex, breast worship, nipple play, handjobs, naked cuddling, confessions, jungkook is a shy baby, soft smut, explicit nsfw, comfort and reassurance during sex, superhero secret identity reveal, bathing/washing, caretaking.
â PLAYLIST: set the vibes.
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â A/N: Welcome back to part 2 of our Spidey!JK saga, where things get even steamier and somehow even more emotional?? đ Y'all's response to part 1 absolutely blew me away, so I had to deliver on that promise of exploring certain... scenarios... with those spider powers đ This part really dives into the tender dynamic between our confident noona and her adorably earnest hoobae as they navigate his first time(s) together. Fair warning: this is probably the softest explicit content I've ever written?? Like, I didn't mean to make it this emotional but here we are, sobbing over Jungkook being the most precious baby while getting railed walked through his first experiences. Special shoutout to Jimin and Taehyung for being the real MVPs with their mortifying but ultimately helpful "sex ed lesson" đ . Also can we talk about how Spiderkook thought he was being subtle this whole time?? Sir, you're about as subtle as a brick through a window, but it's okay because you're cute. As always, enormous thanks to my cat who encouraged me to finish this through my 7th cup of cofffee of day 6. Your enabling is appreciated 𫶠Hope you enjoy part 2 of this wholesome filth! đžïž
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He's trailing behind you again.
You don't even have to turn around to know it's himâhis footsteps are too eager, too bouncy, like a puppy who hasn't quite figured out how to walk without tripping over its own paws. Something in your chest tightens at the familiar sound, a mix of fondness and guilt that you try to squash down.
"Noona!"
You sigh, but it's the kind of sigh that's more amused than annoyed, even if you'd never admit it. You should shut this down. You really should. After what happened in the library closet, you shouldn't be encouraging whatever this is.
"Jungkook," you say without looking back, your voice flat. "We've talked about this."
"About what?" he asks, his tone all wide-eyed innocence, like he doesn't already know.
Like he hasn't been following you around campus with those doe eyes and nervous energy ever since that day.
"About you following me around like a lost duckling," you reply dryly, finally glancing over your shoulder.
The moment you do, you regret it.
Because there he is: Jeon Jungkook, Yonsei University's most persistent freshman, clutching yet another plastic convenience store bag like it's a peace offering. His hair is a messâfloppy and windswept from the autumn breezeâand his big doe eyes are practically sparkling with excitement. He looks so young, so earnest, that it makes your stomach twist with guilt.
You're his sunbae. You should be setting boundaries, not letting yourself get caught up in the way he looks at you like you hung the moon.
"I'm not following you!" he protests immediately, though the way he trips over his own feet as he rushes to catch up kind of undermines his argument. "I just⊠happened to be walking this way! Totally normal! Not weird at all!"
You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Right. And the snacks?"
"Oh! These?" He holds up the bag like it's Exhibit A in a court case. "They're for you!"
"Jungkook," you groan, stopping in your tracks so you can turn to face him fully. "You keep giving me snacks, and I'm gonna get fat."
The gasp he lets out is so dramatic it actually makes you laugh, the sound escaping before you can stop it. This is the problemâhe's too endearing for his own good, making it impossible to maintain the professional distance you should.
"Noona!" he exclaims, looking genuinely horrified by the very idea. "Your weight is literally perfect! And even if you gained weightâwhich you're not just because I bring you snacks sometimesâ"
"Every day," you interject pointedly, trying to ignore how your heart flutters at his earnest defense.
You shouldn't find it charming. You're supposed to be the mature one here.
"âyou'd still be beautiful andâuhâyouâit'd be okay!" he stammers, his words tumbling over each other in his rush to reassure you. His cheeks are already turning pink, and it only gets worse when he realizes what he just said out loud. "I meanâyou're alreadyâuhâ"
You should stop this. Should remind him that you're his sunbae, that this kind of attention isn't appropriate.
Instead, something reckless and wanting unfurls in your chest as you watch him flounder.
"Well," you interrupt with a smirk, deciding to mess with him despite the voice in your head screaming that this is a bad idea, "if I gain weight, maybe my boobs will grow."
The way his eyes widen is almost comical.
His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as he struggles to find somethingâanythingâto say that won't make this worse for him. You know you shouldn't enjoy his flustered state this much, shouldn't feel this rush of power at how easily you can reduce him to a stammering mess, but...
"Your boobs are already perâuhâahâ" He cuts himself off with a strangled noise, his face going beet red as he realizes what almost slipped out. "I'm sorry! I didn't meanâI wasn't trying toâI meanâ"
The library closet flashes through your mindâhis desperate sounds, the way he trembled against you, how beautifully he fell apart. You should feel worse about that than you do. Should regret taking advantage of his obvious crush.
Instead, you find yourself saying: "Jungkook."
"Yep?" His voice cracks on the word, and his big doe eyes dart between yours like he's waiting for some kind of divine punishment to rain down on him. He looks ridiculousâand ridiculously cuteâand it takes everything in you not to let your fondness show too much.
You roll your eyes and snort softly, warring with yourself. The responsible thing would be to send him away, to maintain appropriate boundaries.
Instead, you hear yourself saying: "Come by my apartment tonight."
His eyes somehow get even wider. "Your⊠apartment?" he echoes weakly, like he can't quite believe what he just heard.
The pure shock in his expression should be a wake-up callâa reminder that you're his sunbae, that you shouldn't be inviting him into your personal space like this.
"At eight," you add anyway, watching as his brain visibly short-circuits trying to process this information. "Yeah?"
"Y-y-y-yeah," he stammers, choking on his own spit in the process because of course he does. "Your apartment? At night?"
You nod slowly, biting back a smile as his face flushes an even deeper shade of red.
There's a voice in the back of your head reminding you that this is dangerous territoryâthat after the library incident, you should be putting distance between you, not drawing him closer.
"Okay," he says quickly, nodding along with you like some kind of bobblehead doll. "Yeah! Okay! I canâI can do that." He swallows hard, his voice strangled as he adds, "Eight o'clock. Your apartment."
He looks so flusteredâso completely overwhelmed by the mere idea of being invited into your personal spaceâthat something mischievous sparks in your chest, drowning out the guilt.
You shouldn't tease him any more than you already have todayâyou really shouldn'tâbut the way he looks at you, all eager desperation and nervous energy, makes you want to see just how far you can push him.
"Bring condoms," you say offhandedly as you turn back around and start walking again, even as your conscience screams at you that this is crossing a line.
The sound Jungkook makes is somewhere between a gasp and a chokeâa strangled little noise that has you biting your lip to keep from laughing outright.
You don't have to look back to know exactly what expression he's wearing: wide-eyed panic mixed with sheer disbelief and just a hint of something else... something darker that reminds you too much of how he looked in that closet.
You should feel worse about this. Should feel guilty for teasing your hoobae like this, for playing with his obvious feelings. Instead, you find yourself turning back, unable to resist watching him fall apart.
"IâIâwhat?!" His voice cracks so hard on the word that it echoes slightly down the street.
He's standing there frozen in place, clutching the snack bag like it's the only thing keeping him upright.
His mouth opens and closes uselessly for several seconds before he finally manages to croak out: "Condoms?"
"You don't want to?" You tilt your head innocently, watching as his entire body stiffens at the question.
There's a twisted satisfaction in seeing how easily you can affect him, even as a small voice in your head reminds you that you're supposed to be the responsible one here.
"I want to!"
The words burst out of him so fast they practically trip over each other on their way out of his mouthâand then his eyes widen in horror as he realizes how eager that sounded.
âI meanâIâuhâyeah? Yes? I reallyâI really want to." He bites his lip nervously before adding in a much quieter voice: "...Please."
The way he looks at you thenâlike some kind of kicked puppy who just admitted all its secretsâmakes heat pool in your stomach. You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want him. He's your hoobae, for fuck's sake, barely out of his military service and looking at you like you're everything he's ever wanted.
But instead of letting him off the hook (because where's the fun in that?), you raise an eyebrow and say simply: "Good."
He nods frantically at thatâas if agreeing with you might somehow save him from further embarrassmentâbut then hesitates when something seems to occur to him.
The guilt starts creeping back in as you watch him fidget, so obviously inexperienced and eager to please.
"Noona?" His voice is soft nowâalmost shyâas if whatever he's about to ask might actually kill him.
"Yes?" You stop walking again and turn fully toward him, trying to ignore how your heart clenches at his nervous expression.
"Where... where can I... uh..." He trails off awkwardly before finally blurting out: "...Buy them?"
This time, you choke on your spit.
Because fuckâthe reminder of just how unversed he is hits you like a punch to the gut.
You're terrible for this, for teasing him when he's so clearly out of his depth. For wanting to see him fall apart again, even knowing you should be protecting him instead of corrupting him.
"Jungkook," you say after a long moment of stunned silence, your voice softer than intended.
"Yes?" He looks at you hopefully, and god, you're going straight to hell for the things you want to do to him when he looks at you like that.
"I was joking."
The look on his face when those words sink in is pricelessâa mix of disappointment and relief so intense it almost makes you feel bad for teasing him this much.
Almost.
Because underneath that relief, you can see itâthe way his eyes darken slightly, the subtle shift in his posture that tells you he wanted it to be real.
"...Oh," he says softly after another long pause, and something in his tone makes your chest flutter.
"But not about coming over tonight!" You call back as you start walking again, before you can do something stupid like take it back. Before you can give in to the urge to tell him you weren't entirely joking after all. "Bring me jajjangmyeon!"
Behind you comes another strangled noiseâand then hurried footsteps as Jungkook scrambles after you once again.
"Noona!"
You keep walking, trying to ignore the way your heart races.
Jungkook bangs his head against the wall of Taehyung's apartment, each thud punctuating his words: "I. Hate. My. Self."
"Why?" Taehyung doesn't even look up from his game controller, thumbs moving rapidly as he dodges an attack on screen. "You're gonna get laid."
"Finally," Jimin adds helpfully from his spot on the floor, leaning back against the couch as he mashes buttons. "About time someone popped that cherryâ"
"It's NOT like that!" Jungkook's voice cracks embarrassingly, and he seriously considers webbing both their mouths shut. Why does he have friends? Who allowed this? "She just wants to hang out!"
"At night?" Taehyung snorts, still focused on the game. "In her apartment?"
"Alone?" Jimin adds, grinning as his character lands a critical hit. "Just the two of you?"
"She literally said she was joking!" Jungkook protests, sliding down the wall until he's sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest like some kind of oversized puppy. "About the... you know."
"The condoms?" Taehyung supplies helpfully.
"Shut up!"
"Maybe," Jimin says thoughtfully, pausing the game to turn and look at Jungkook properly, "she was joking about joking."
Jungkook freezes. "No way."
"Yes way."
"...You think so?" And god, he hates how hopeful his voice sounds. How pathetically eager.
"Bro," Taehyung says, finally setting down his controller to fix Jungkook with a look. "You already nutted in your pants grinding against her in a library closet."
"DIE." Jungkook buries his face in his hands, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole. "I hate you. I hate both of you. So much."
"I mean," Jimin continues, completely unbothered by Jungkook's death threats, "she obviously knows you want her. Like, it's not exactly a secret."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jungkook peeks through his fingers, suspicious.
"Dude." Taehyung gives him a flat look. "You follow her around like a lost puppy."
"I do notâ"
"You bring her snacks every dayâ"
"That's just being nice!"
"You literally stalk her as Spider-Manâ"
"I'm PROTECTING her!"
"From what?" Jimin snorts. "Paper cuts? Bad coffee? The dangers of journalism?"
Jungkook makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. "I hate this conversation. Can we go back to you two failing at Mario Kart?"
"Nope," Taehyung says cheerfully, turning to face him fully now. "This is way more entertaining. So, what are you gonna wear?"
"What?" Jungkook blinks. "What do you mean, what am I gonna wear? Clothes?"
Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look that makes Jungkook's stomach drop.
"Oh no," Jimin says slowly. "No, no, no. You are not showing up to your potential deflowering wearing your usual disaster outfit."
"My WHATâ"
"The oversized hoodie and ripped jeans combo," Taehyung clarifies. "It's cute for class, but for this? Absolutely not."
"I'm not getting deflowered!" Jungkook protests, his voice reaching a pitch that probably only dogs can hear. "She just wants jajjangmyeon!"
"Right," Jimin drawls. "Because girls always invite guys over at night for noodles."
"Some do!"
"Name one timeâ"
"I don't have to name anything! This isn'tâshe's notâwe're notâ" Jungkook makes a frustrated noise, running his hands through his hair until it's sticking up in all directions. "She probably just wants to talk about Spider-Man again."
Another loaded look passes between his friends.
"What?" Jungkook asks suspiciously.
"Nothing," they say in unison, which is never a good sign.
"What?!"
"It's just..." Taehyung starts carefully. "Maybe she wants to... confirm her suspicions?"
Jungkook's blood runs cold. "What suspicions?"
"You know..." Jimin waves his hand vaguely. "About your... nighttime activities?"
"My whatâOH." Jungkook's eyes widen in horror. "Oh no. Oh fuck. Oh god. You think she's gonnaâ"
"Interrogate you?" Taehyung supplies helpfully. "Probably."
"While you're vulnerable?" Jimin adds with a grin. "Most likely."
"Post-orgasm?" Taehyung continues. "When your guard is down?"
"I'm going to throw up," Jungkook announces, pulling his knees tighter to his chest. "I'm actually going to be sick."
"Relax," Jimin says, reaching over to pat his knee sympathetically. "Maybe she just wants to fuck you."
"That's not relaxing!" Jungkook squeaks. "That's the opposite of relaxing! That'sâthat'sâ"
"Hot?" Taehyung suggests.
"Exciting?" Jimin adds.
"Terrifying," Jungkook corrects weakly. "What if I... what if I'm bad at it?"
Another loaded silence fills the room.
"Well," Taehyung says slowly, "you've already set the bar pretty low with the closet incidentâ"
"I'm leaving." Jungkook starts to stand up, but Jimin grabs his arm and yanks him back down.
"No, you're not," Jimin says firmly. "You're going to sit here and let us help you not completely fuck this up."
"I don't need help!"
"You came in your pants from some light grinding."
"That wasâit wasn'tâshe said it was cute!"
"And that's great," Taehyung says patiently. "But maybe this time we aim for something a little more... impressive?"
Jungkook groans, letting his head fall back against the wall with a thud. "I hate this. I hate all of this. Why couldn't I just be normal?"
"Normal is overrated," Jimin says sagely. "Now, about those clothes..."
"We're not having this conversation."
"We absolutely are," Taehyung declares, standing up. "Come on, let's raid my closet. You're not showing up looking like a freshman who just rolled out of bed."
"But I am a freshman who just rolled out of bed!"
"Not tonight, you're not," Jimin says, grabbing Jungkook's other arm to haul him up. "Tonight, you're going to look like someone who might actually know what to do with a woman."
"But I don't know what to do with a woman!"
"That's what we're here for," Taehyung says cheerfully, already heading toward his bedroom. "Sex Ed with Taehyung and Jimin, now in session!"
"Kill me," Jungkook mutters, but he lets himself be dragged along anyway. "Just... someone please kill me."
"After you get laid," Jimin promises. "Now, let's talk about foreplay..."
The noise Jungkook makes is probably audible from space.
But then heâs sitting cross-legged on Taehyung's bed, face buried in his hands as his friends settle on either side of him.
The game controllers lie abandoned on the floor, forgotten in favor of what Taehyung has dubbed "Operation: Don't Let Jungkook Embarrass Himself (Again)."
"Okay," Jimin says, his tone shifting from teasing to something more serious. "First rule: stop overthinking."
"I'm notâ"
"You are," Taehyung cuts in gently. "We can literally see you spiraling. Your whole face does this thing when you're in your head too much."
"What thing?" Jungkook peeks through his fingers suspiciously.
"Like you're trying to solve quantum physics while having an existential crisis," Jimin explains. "It's not cute."
Jungkook groans. "How am I supposed to not overthink? She'sâshe's her, and I'm justâ"
"A superhero?" Taehyung supplies helpfully.
"That's different! That's notâI meanâ" Jungkook makes a frustrated noise. "Spider-Man is cool. I'm not cool. I'm just... me."
"And she likes you," Jimin says firmly. "Not Spider-Man. Well, maybe Spider-Man too, but she doesn't know that yet. She likes awkward, rambling, snack-bringing you."
"How do you know?"
"Because," Taehyung says patiently, "girls don't usually let guys they're not into grind against them in library closets."
"Can we please stop bringing that up?"
"No, because it's important," Jimin insists. "She initiated that. She guided your hands. She told you it was okay. That means she's attracted to you."
Jungkook swallows hard, his face heating up at the memory. "But what if... what if she expects me to know what I'm doing now?"
"Then be honest," Taehyung says simply. "Tell her you're nervous. Tell her you want her to show you what she likes."
"Girls love that shit," Jimin adds. "Being all vulnerable and asking for guidance? That's hot."
"Really?" Jungkook looks between them skeptically.
"Really," they say in unison.
"Plus," Taehyung continues, "she already knows you're inexperienced. And she still wants you there. That means something."
Jungkook chews on his bottom lip nervously. "Okay, but... what if... what if I..." He trails off, face burning.
"What if you what?"
"What if I... finish too fast again?" The last words come out as barely a whisper.
"Then you use your mouth," Jimin says matter-of-factly.
Jungkook chokes on air. "My what?"
"Your mouth," Taehyung repeats calmly. "Seriously, learn to eat pussy. It's like, the number one life skill."
"Oh my god." Jungkook falls backward onto the bed, covering his face with both hands. "I can't believe we're having this conversation."
"Better us than you figuring it out on your own," Jimin points out. "Now sit up. This is important."
"I don't want to."
"Jungkook."
"No."
"Fine," Taehyung sighs. "Then we'll just let you go in blind and probably accidentally bite her clâ"
"OKAY!" Jungkook bolts upright. "Okay, I'm listening. Just... please be less graphic."
"No can do," Jimin says cheerfully. "This is detailed instruction time. Now, the most important thing to remember isâ"
What follows is possibly the most mortifying yet educational thirty minutes of Jungkook's life. His friends, for all their teasing, are actually... helpful. They explain things clearly, answer his (extremely embarrassing) questions without judgment, and even draw diagrams that make him want to die but also kind of make sense.
"And remember," Taehyung says finally, "it's okay to laugh if something awkward happens. Sex isn't like porn. It's messy and weird sometimes."
"And communication is key," Jimin adds. "If you're not sure about something, ask. If something feels good, say so. If something doesn't, speak up."
Jungkook nods slowly, processing everything. "Okay. Yeah. I can... I can do that."
"And for fuck's sake," Taehyung says, "breathe. You look like you're about to pass out."
"I might," Jungkook admits weakly. "This is... a lot."
"It is," Jimin agrees, patting his knee. "But you've got this. And hey, maybe nothing will happen tonight. Maybe she really does just want to eat jajjangmyeon and talk."
"Right," Jungkook says, though his voice wavers slightly. "Just... normal hanging out."
"But if something does happen," Taehyung adds with a grin, "at least now you know where the clit is."
"I hate you both so much."
"You love us," Jimin corrects. "Now, about those clothes..."
Jungkook flops back onto the bed with another groan, but this time, it's less panicked and more resigned. Because yeah, okay, maybe his friends are right. Maybe this won't be a complete disaster.
Maybe.
Probably.
Oh god, he's going to throw up.
"Stop spiraling," Taehyung says immediately. "I can see you doing it."
"I'm not spiraling!" Jungkook protests. "I'm just... mentally preparing."
"For what? The worst possible scenario?"
"Yes!"
"Which is?" Jimin prompts.
"I don't know! Everything? What if I trip and break her lamp? What if I say something stupid? What if I accidentally web her ceiling fan? What ifâ"
"Okay, new rule," Taehyung interrupts. "No spider powers in the bedroom unless explicitly discussed beforehand."
"Oh my god."
"He's right though," Jimin says thoughtfully. "Save the web-shooting for later. That's like, advanced kink territory."
"I'm leaving," Jungkook announces for the hundredth time. "I'm actually leaving this time."
"No, you're not," they say in unison, each grabbing one of his arms to keep him in place.
"We still haven't picked out your outfit," Taehyung reminds him.
"Or talked about protection," Jimin adds.
"Orâ"
"Fine!" Jungkook throws his hands up in defeat. "Fine. Just... please stop saying 'web-shooting' in relation to... that."
His friends exchange matching grins that make him immediately regret everything.
"No promises," they say together.
Jungkook screams into a pillow.
The doorbell rings, loud and obnoxious, startling you out of your focus.
You pause mid-sentence, fingers hovering over your laptop's keyboard as you glance toward the door. When did the bell get so loud? It's like it's mocking you for forgettingâor pretending to forgetâthat you invited him over.
You sigh, pulling off your headphones and letting them rest around your neck as you shuffle toward the door.
Your bunny slippers scuff softly against the floor, and you tug at the hem of your tank top absentmindedly. You're not exactly dressed to impressâgrey sweats, a loose tank top, hair probably a messâbut whatever. It's your apartment. Comfort trumps everything else.
(Though a small voice in your head reminds you that maybe you should've put on something less... revealing. Something that doesn't show quite so much skin, doesn't blur the lines between sunbae andâŠ)
You open the door, and there he is.
Jeon Jungkook, standing in the hallway in his own grey sweats and an oversized hoodie, looking like he just stepped out of a cozy loungewear ad. His hair is slightly damp, curling at the ends like he'd rushed to shower before coming over. He's holding a plastic bag in one hand, and his other is shoved awkwardly into his pocket. For some reason, he's staring off to the side, like he's too nervous to look directly at the door.
But then his gaze shiftsâquickly, immediatelyâand lands on you. And just like that, it's like all the tension in his body melts away. His shoulders drop slightly, and there's this soft little exhale that escapes him as his lips curve into a sheepish smile. The pure relief in his expression makes your stomach twist with guilt.
"Brought jajjangmyon as you requested, noona," he says, holding up the bag like it's some kind of peace offering.
The way he says "noona," all shy and reverent like it's some sacred title only meant for youâit shouldn't make your chest feel warm, but it does. It really shouldn't.
You bite back both a smile and the urge to tell him to go home, to forget about whatever this thing between you is becoming. Instead, you step aside to let him in, watching as he hesitates for half a second before shuffling past you into the apartment, his sneakers squeaking softly against the floor.
You close the door behind him and turn to find him standing awkwardly near the entrance, clutching the bag like it's a lifeline. His eyes dart around your apartmentâtaking in the cluttered desk with your laptop still open, the half-empty mug of coffee on the table, the blanket draped over the back of your couchâbut they always seem to come back to you.
Like he can't help himself, like you're some kind of magnet he can't resist.
And then there's this momentâa brief flickerâwhere his gaze lowers slightly, catching on your tank top and sweats. It's subtle, almost imperceptible, but you notice it anyway. The way his jaw tightens just a fraction before he quickly looks away again, like he's afraid of being caught staring.
It reminds you too much of how he looked in that closet, all desperate want and nervous energy.
He clears his throat. "Uh... nice place."
You snort softly, trying to ignore the way your skin prickles under his gaze. "It's a mess."
"It's cozy," he says earnestly, and when he looks at you again, there's something warm in his eyes.
Something that makes you want to push him away before you do something stupid like pull him closer.
You shake off the feeling and motion for him to follow you further inside.
"C'mon," you say over your shoulder as you walk toward your desk, needing distance. "I need some help with something."
"With what?" he asks immediately, trailing after you like an obedient puppy.
Always so eager to please, so ready to do anything you ask. It would be easier if he wasn't so genuine about it.
You glance back at him briefly and smirk, falling back on teasing because it's safer than acknowledging whatever happened. "Carrying all this food to my desk."
His lips twitch upward into another sheepish smile as he holds up the bag again. "I can do that."
Of course he can.
You roll your eyes but don't say anything else as you plop back down into your chair and gesture for him to set everything on the table beside your laptop. You need to focus on somethingâanythingâother than how domestic this feels, how naturally he fits into your space.
As he unpacks the containers of jajjangmyon with meticulous careâlike each one is some kind of precious artifactâyou can't help but watch him out of the corner of your eye. There's something about seeing him hereâin your spaceâthat feels... different.
Dangerous.
Like this is some kind of alternate universe where Jeon Jungkook isn't just that awkward freshman who follows you around campus with snacks and stammered compliments but someone who actually belongs here.
It's stupid. You know it is. But still.
"You didn't have to bring all this," you say finally, breaking the silence as he sets down a pair of chopsticks beside one of the containers. Your voice comes out sharper than intended, an edge of defensiveness creeping in.
"You asked for it," he replies simply, glancing up at you with those wide doe eyes of his.
Always so earnest, so sincere. It makes something in your chest ache.
"I was joking."
"I know." He smiles softlyâjust barelyâbut there's something about it that makes your guilt surge.
âThen whyâd you bring it?â
âBecauseâŠâ He hesitates for half a second before shrugging lightly. âBecause I wanted to.â
There's something so simpleâso pureâabout his answer that it catches you off guard for a moment. You don't know what to say to that, so instead, you just grab one of the containers and pop it open with a quiet "thanks," trying to ignore how your hands shake slightly.
He sits down across from you without being askedâlike this is normal nowâand starts unpacking his own food while sneaking occasional glances at you when he thinks you're not looking. Each glance feels like a weight on your conscience, reminding you how badly you're handling this whole situation.
The silence stretches between you as you both eat, broken only by the soft clicking of chopsticks against containers.
Somethingâs... off.
Jungkook's usually endless chatter is conspicuously absent, replaced by this heavy quiet that makes your skin crawl.
You glance up from your food to find him staring intently at his container, his fingers fidgeting with the chopsticks like he's trying to work up the courage to say something.
There's a tension in his shoulders that wasn't there before, a nervousness that reminds you too much of how he looked in that closet, andâ
Oh.
Oh.
The guilt hits you like a slap on the fucking face.
Because what kind of sunbae are you? Getting off on making your hoobae squirm? Letting him grind against you until he came in his pants? Who even are you? Was it worth the power trip?
God, youâre insane. You are out of your depth. You are disgusting.
And now he's sitting here, all quiet and nervous, probably thinking about it too, probably wondering if you're going to acknowledge it or pretend it never happened andâ
Something ugly and defensive rises in your chest, a need to push him away before he gets too close. Before you can fuck this up any more than you already have.
"So," you start, your voice deliberately casual as you type random nonsense just to look busy. Your fingers move across the keyboard without purpose, just needing something to focus on besides the way he keeps sneaking glances at you. "Did you tell your friends about our little encounter?"
Jungkook chokes on his noodles, face immediately flushing red. "Iâwhat?"
"You know," you continue, still not looking at him because you can't handle those doe eyes right now. "The closet thing. Did you brag about it? Tell all your freshman friends how you got felt up by a senior?"
God, you sound cruel even to your own ears. But it's better this way, right? Better to push him away now before this gets even more complicated. Before you let yourself get used to having him in your space, all soft smiles and eager eyes.
"N-no!" he stammers, sounding horrified. "I wouldn'tâI mean, I did tell Jimin-hyung and Tae-hyung, butâ"
"Of course you did," you cut him off with a sharp laugh that doesn't sound like you at all. "Bet they were impressed, huh? Their baby Jungkookie getting action in the library?"
His breath hitches audibly, and you hate how the sound makes your chest tight. You're doing this for his own good, you remind yourself. He deserves better than some senior who gets off on making him cry.
"It wasn't like that," he says quietly, and you can hear the hurt in his voice. "I just... I needed adviceâ"
"Advice?" You finally look at him, raising an eyebrow even as your nails dig into your palms. "What kind of advice? How to last longer than three minutes?"
The moment the words leave your mouth, you see him physically flinch. His eyes go wide, glassy with unshed tears, and something in your chest fractures.
You're the worst. The absolute worst.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, voice cracking. "I didn't mean toâI know I was patheticâ"
"Stop," you say immediately, panic rising in your throat because you can see it comingâthe way his lips tremble, the way he's looking at you with such raw emotion.
Don't say it. Please don't say it.
But he's already spiraling, words tumbling out between hiccupping breaths: "I know I'm inexperienced and awkward and probably really bad at everything, but IâI really like you, noona, and Iâ"
"What's next?" You spit out, desperate to stop the confession you don't deserve, nails drawing blood from your palms now. "Gonna cry? Beg? Whimper noona until I take pity on you?" A harsh laugh scrapes your throat. "What would you even do if I told you to get on your knees right now?"
Silence.
You snort, turning back to your laptop, relief flooding through you because finally, finally he's going to realize what a terrible person you are andâ
Fabric rustles. The soft thud of denim hitting floorboards. Your fingers freeze over the keyboard.
He kneels between your spread legs, palms on his thighs. The overhead light catches the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.
"Okay."
Your pulse thunders. "Okay what?"
"However you want me." His voice quivers but doesn't break. "However you need."
The cursor blinks mockingly on screen. You suddenly can't remember your Wi-Fi password. Your thesis topic. Your own name.
"What are you doing?" Your voice comes out strangled.
"You asked," he whispers, voice trembling but determined. "If I would get on my knees for you, noona."
"I was being cruel," you say quickly, but your mouth feels dry. "I was trying to hurt you."
"I know." His hands shake where they rest on his thighs, tears tracking down his cheeks. "But I'd still... I'd still do anything. Even if you're just being mean. Even if you're trying to push me away."
Your breath catches. "Jungkookâ"
"I bought them," he blurts out suddenly, face burning red. "The condoms. Even thoughâeven though you said you were joking. I just... just in case. Because I wantedâI wanted to be ready if you..." He hiccups, more tears spilling over. "If you ever actually wanted me."
The guilt chokes you. "Stop it."
"Please don't push me away," he begs, voice cracking as he shifts closer, forehead pressing against your knee. "I know I'm pathetic. I know I'm just some stupid freshman who came in his pants the first time you touched him, but IâI can't stop thinking about you. About how good you made me feel. About how much I want to make you feel good too."
You stare at him, caught off guard by his desperate honesty. "You don't know what you want."
"I do," he insists, looking up at you through wet lashes. "I think about you all the time. When I'm alone, Iâ" He cuts himself off with a hiccup, shame coloring his cheeks. "I touch myself thinking about your hands. Your voice. How you said I was good for you."
A broken noise escapes youâsomething between a laugh and a sob. "Jungkook, we can'tâ"
"I'll be better," he promises frantically, hands hovering near your thighs like he's afraid to touch. "I'll last longer. I'll learn how to... how to please you properly. Just please don'tâdon't regret what happened. Don't hate me for wanting you so much."
You drop your head into your hands, overwhelmed by his raw honesty. He's still crying, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed sobs as he kneels before you like some kind of devoted supplicant.
"I practiced," he confesses in a broken whisper, and you can hear how much it costs him to admit this. "After... after the closet. Trying toâto last longer. Because I was so embarrassed about... about how fast I..." He hiccups, pressing his burning face against your knee. "Jimin-hyung and Tae-hyung, they tried to help. Gave me advice. Told me how to... how to be good for you."
"Jesus, Jungkook," you breathe, because what are you supposed to say to that?
"I know it's stupid," he rushes out, words tumbling over each other between hiccups. "I know you probably think I'm just some dumb kid with a crush, but it's more than that. You make me feel... you make me feel like I could be good enough. Like maybe being inexperienced isn't... isn't the worst thing in the world."
Your fingers find their way into his hair without permission, and the broken sound he makes at the contact nearly kills you. He leans into your touch like he's starving for it, tears still flowing freely.
"When you touched me," he continues, voice barely above a whisper, "in the closet... it was the first time anyone ever... and you were so gentle. So patient. Even though I was pathetic and came too fast and probably squeezed your breast too hardâ"
"Stop calling yourself pathetic," you interrupt, tugging gently at his hair until he looks up at you. His face is a mess of tears and vulnerability, and something in your chest breaks. "God, Jungkook. You weren't pathetic. You were adorable."
He makes this wounded sound, like your words physically hurt him. "But IâI ruined it. Made it weird. Got too desperate and needy andâ"
"That's what made it beautiful," you admit softly, thumbs brushing away his tears. "How honest you were. How much you wanted it. Wanted me."
His breath hitches, fresh tears spilling over. "I still do," he whispers. "Want you. So much it hurts sometimes. Even if you're being mean, even if you're trying to push me away... I just want to be close to you."
Your hands tremble slightly as you cup his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. His skin is feverish under your palms, tears still flowing freely as he looks up at you with those devastating doe eyes.
"I'm sorry," you murmur, watching as he blinks in confusion. "For being cruel earlier. I just... I felt so guilty. About taking advantage of you. About wanting you when I shouldn't."
"You weren't," he says immediately, desperately. "Taking advantage. I wanted it so bad, noona. Still want it. Want anything you'll give me." His voice cracks on another hiccup. "Even ifâeven if it's just this. Just letting me be close to you."
"Jungkook..." Your thumbs brush away fresh tears, but they're quickly replaced by more.
"I know I'm not good enough," words spilling out between quiet sobs. "Know I should probably be with someone my own age. Someone who won't have to teach me everything. But IâI want it to be you. Want you to show me how to... how to make you feel good. How to be what you need."
Your heart clenches at his words, at how earnestly he offers himself up to you.
âBaby," the endearment slips out again, making him shudder. "You don't have to try so hard."
"I want to," he insists, hands finally settling on your thighs, grip trembling but determined. "Want to learn everything. How to touch you. How to... how to use my mouth. How to make you cum. Please, noona."
His voice breaks on the honorific, more tears spilling down his cheeks.
"I like you so much. Soâso much it hurts. Can't focus in class because I keep thinking about you. Can't sleep because I keep remembering how you touched me, how you looked at me like I wasn't just some stupid freshman."
"Jungkookâ"
"Please don't tell me to stay away," he chokes out, panic clear in his voice. "I know I should. Know it's wrong because you're my sunbae and I'm justâjust me, but I can't. I can't." His fingers dig into your thighs desperately. "I'll do anything. Be anything you want. Just please don't push me away."
Your heart aches at how broken he sounds, at the raw desperation in his voice. "Baby..."
"I dream about you," he confesses in a rush, like he's afraid you'll stop him. "Aboutâabout your hands. Your voice. The way you said I was good for you. Nobody's everânobody's made me feel like that before. Like Iâm good enough. Just Jungkook.â
He's rambling now, words tumbling out between hiccups and sobs. "I know I'm probably terrible at everything. Know I should've lasted longer, should've touched you better, should'veâshould've been more in control but I couldn't. Can't think straight when you look at me like that. When you call me 'baby' and touch my hair andâ"
You can't take it anymore. Can't handle how earnest he is, how desperately he's trying to convince you not to reject him. Your hands slide from his tear-stained cheeks into his hair, and he makes this broken little sound that goes straight to your heart.
"Noona," he whimpers, looking up at you through wet lashes. "Please."
You lean down, your heart thundering in your chest as you press your lips to his.
It's soft at firstâtender, careful, like you're afraid he might shatter if you push too hard. His lips are warm and slightly salty from tears, trembling against yours as he makes this tiny, desperate sound in the back of his throat.
When his mouth parts on a shaky exhale, you can't help but deepen the kiss. Your tongue slides against his, and the way he gaspsâsoft and surprised, like he can't believe this is happeningâmakes heat pool in your stomach. His hands clench against your thighs, fingers trembling with nervous energy as he tries to match your rhythm.
God, he's so fucking precious. So earnest in the way he responds, letting you guide him with gentle pressure and encouraging hums. When you thread your fingers through his hair, he whimpers into your mouth, tears still tracking down his cheeks even as he kisses you back with clumsy enthusiasm.
You press harder, something possessive and hungry unfurling in your chest at how pliant he is, how desperately he tries to please you. Your other hand cups his jaw, tilting his head to deepen the kiss further, and he just melts for you. His mouth is sweet and eager, and you want to fucking devour himâwant to swallow every little hiccupping sob and breathy moan he makes.
You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want him. He's your hoobae, for fuck's sakeâthis eager, crying freshman who looks at you like you hung the moon. But the way he trembles under your touch, the way he gives himself over so completely... it makes you want to wreck him. To take him apart piece by piece until he's sobbing for an entirely different reason.
When you finally pull back, he chases your lips with a broken whine that goes straight to your core. His eyes flutter open, glazed and desperate, tears still clinging to his lashes like diamonds.
"Noona," he breathes, and his voice is wreckedâall raw and pleading in a way that makes you want to kiss him stupid again.
You shouldn't.
You really, really shouldn't.
But god help you, you do.
Jungkook's brain is absolutely short-circuiting.
Like, full system failure, blue screen of death, please-restart-your-computer levels of malfunction.
Because this? This can't be real. This has to be some kind of fever dream or maybe he hit his head on the way over here because there's no wayâabsolutely no fucking wayâthat you just kissed him.
But you did. You actually did. Your lips were on his, soft and warm and real, and now he's kneeling here like an idiot, staring up at you with what he's sure is the most pathetic expression ever because holy fuck.
He hadn't expected any of this. Really. After the whole teasing thing earlier (and the mortifying sex ed session with Taehyung and Jimin), he'd convinced himself nothing would happen. That's why he wore his comfy clothesâhis safe clothesâeven though yeah, okay, maybe he did buy condoms. Just in case. Because he's pathetic and hopeful and maybe a tiny part of him wanted to believe...
But no. He was fine with just bringing jajjangmyon. More than fine. He would've been happy just sitting here, watching you work, existing in the same space as you. That would've been enough.
Then you started pushing him away, and he just... broke. Started crying like some kind of oversized baby because apparently that's who he is nowâsomeone who sobs at the first sign of rejection.
God, he's such a mess. Such an absolute disaster of a human being.
He apologized (between hiccups and tears because of course he did), but then you apologized too, and thenâand thenâyou kissed him. You actually kissed him. With your mouth. On his mouth. While he was crying. Which should be embarrassing (it is embarrassing), but he can't even care because holy shit, you kissed him.
And now you're looking at him with this expression he can't quite read, your hands cradling his face like he's something precious instead of just some awkward freshman who can't keep his emotions in check.
"Stand up," you murmur, thumbs brushing away the remnants of his tears.
He scrambles to obey, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process because apparently his body has forgotten how legs work. His knees protest after kneeling for so long, and he sways slightly, hands hovering awkwardly at his sides because he doesn't know what to do with them.
Should he touch you? Is he allowed to touch you? What are the rules here? Is there a manual for this? Why didn't Taehyung and Jimin cover proper post-crying makeout etiquette in their weird sex ed lesson?
"Breathe," you remind him softly, and ohâright. That's a thing he should probably be doing.
He takes a shaky breath, then another, trying to calm his racing heart as you look up at him with those eyes that make him feel like he's simultaneously floating and drowning.
This is real. This is actually happening. Somehow, his pathetic, crying, disaster self has achieved... something. He's not sure what exactly, but something.
And he really, really hopes he doesn't fuck it up.
His tears haven't quite stoppedâbecause of course they haven't, he's a walking emotional disasterâwhen you look up at him from your chair. His breath catches in his throat, expecting... well, he doesn't know what he's expecting. More kissing maybe? You to stand up? To tell him to stop being such a crybaby?
What he's definitely not expecting is for you to slide out of your chair and onto your knees in front of him.
His brain short-circuits completely when your hands find his hips, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his sweats. A gasp escapes himâembarrassingly high-pitched and needyâbecause holy fuck, are youâis thisâwhat is happening?
You look up at him through your lashes, and his heart actually stops. "Is this okay?" you ask softly, thumbs rubbing circles against his hipbones through the fabric.
He nods so fast he probably gives himself whiplash, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks because he can't seem to get his body under control. Words fail him entirelyâhis vocabulary reduced to a series of choked sounds as you hook your fingers into the waistband of both his sweats and boxers.
Oh god.
Oh fuck.
This is actually happening. This isâ
The fabric slides down his thighs, and Jungkook wants to die immediately because his dick is already hard. Like, embarrassingly hard. Because apparently his body is determined to humiliate him at every possible opportunity today.
A strangled whimper escapes him as cool air hits his exposed skin. His hands flutter uselessly at his sides, trembling with the effort not to cover himself as more tears track down his burning cheeks.
He's never felt more exposed in his lifeâstanding here with his pants around his thighs, dick straining eagerly toward you like some kind of desperate compass pointing true north.
God, could he be any more obvious? Any more pathetic?
"I'm sorry," he chokes out, voice cracking. "Iâit justâyou justâ"
âYouâre okay.â
Your words are so gentle, so soothing, that it only makes Jungkook cry harder. Because how can you be this understanding? This tender with someone like him who can't even stop sobbing long enough to form coherent sentences?
But thenâoh godâyour thumb brushes against the underside of his cock, a slow, deliberate stroke from tip to base that makes his entire body shudder. And when you squeeze softly, testing, exploring? His knees nearly buckle.
He watches, transfixed, as your hand glides up and down his length with careful precision. Slow, so, so slow. The movement is hypnotic, making his breath catch on every upstroke, forcing tiny whimpers past his lips that he tries desperately to muffle behind his hand.
"Eyes on me," you command softly, and his gaze snaps to yours immediately.
His chest heaves with hiccupping sobs, tears still falling freely as he tries to process that this is realâthat you're actually touching him, that this isn't just another fevered fantasy. His free hand hovers awkwardly in the air, unsure where it's allowed to land.
You chuckleâa warm, tender sound that makes his heart flipâand murmur, "Don't hold back those pretty sounds, baby. And here..." You guide his hovering hand to your hair. "Hold onto me if you need support."
The permissionâboth to touch and to be vocalâmakes him whimper pathetically. His fingers thread shakily through your hair, careful and reverent, like he still can't quite believe he's allowed this.
"That's it," you encourage softly. "Just like that."
He can barely breathe as you maintain eye contact, your hand working him in slow, deliberate strokes that make his thighs tremble. Every touch feels electricâtoo much and not enough all at once.
"I'm s-sorry," he chokes out between sobs, fingers tightening reflexively in your hair. "For theâhicâcrying, I can'tâhicâstopâ"
"Shh," you soothe, your free hand stroking his hip. "You're being so good for me."
The praise makes him whimper, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. His cock twitches in your grip, already leaking precum, and he feels his face burn hotter with embarrassment.
"Noona," he whines, voice cracking. "I'mâhicâI'm already soâ"
"I know, baby," you murmur, and then your tongue flicks out to taste the bead of precum at his tip.
The noise he makes is absolutely wreckedâsomewhere between a sob and a moan. His hips jerk forward instinctively before he catches himself, mortified.
"S-sorry! I didn't mean toâhicâtoâ"
"It's okay," you assure him, looking up through your lashes. "You can move if you need to."
He shakes his head frantically, still hiccupping. "Don't wannaâhicâhurt youâ"
Your response is to take him into your mouth properly, and Jungkook's entire world narrows to the welcoming heat of your tongue sliding against his length. His legs shake so hard he has to grip your hair tighter just to stay upright.
"Oh god," he sobs, watching through tear-blurred vision as you take him deeper. "Oh fuck, noona, I can'tâhicâit's too muchâ"
You hum around him in response, and the vibration makes his whole body shudder. He's babbling now, unable to stop the stream of desperate praise and broken pleas falling from his lips between hiccups.
"So good," he whimpers, "you're soâhicâperfect, I can'tâpleaseâhicânoonaâ"
Jungkookâs brain is mush. Absolute, scrambled, incoherent mush.
Because heâs seen pornâobviously heâs seen porn, military barracks arenât exactly monasteriesâbut nothing couldâve prepared him for the reality of your mouth on him. The heat, the suction, the way your tongue swirls just beneath his tip every time you pull backâitâs obscene.
Heâs pretty sure heâs hallucinating. Or dying. Or both.
His hips jerk forward involuntarily, a choked sob tearing from his throat as you take him deeper.
âN-noonaâhicââm sorry, I canâtâhicâcanât holdââ
You pull off with a filthy pop, and he nearly collapses right there.
But then youâre looking up at him, lips glistening, and saying the words that unravel him completely: âItâs okay, Jungkook-ah. Noona wants to taste you.â
His vision whites out for a second. You want to taste him. Want him. His pathetic, trembling, overeager self.Â
The thought alone makes his cock twitch desperately, more precum beading at the tip as he fights the urge to justâ
"Please," he chokes out between hiccups, his filter completely gone. "Can Iâhicâdown your throat? Please, noona, I've wantedâhicâfor so longâ"
Oh god. Oh fuck. Did he really just say that out loud?
Taehyung and Jimin's voices echo in his headâfocus on her comfort, ask what she wants, don't be selfishâbut his horny brain has completely taken over, reducing him to this desperate, begging mess.
"I'm s-sorry," he stammers immediately, mortified tears streaming down his face. "That wasâhicâso stupid, I shouldn't haveâyou don't have toâ"
Then you swallow him back down, all the way to the hilt, and his brain restarts completely.
"F-fuckâhicânoonaâ" His voice breaks as his orgasm builds, violent and overwhelming. His grip on your hair tightens, probably painful (god, he's the worst, he's so fucking inconsiderate, he should let go, shouldâ). "I'm c-cummingâhicâ'm so sorry, I'mâhicâahâ!"
He tries to pull back, he really does, but you hold him in place, humming around him like this is exactly what you wanted.
His vision blurs with tears as he comes harder than he ever has in his life, a broken groan tearing from his throat that would normally send him into a spiral of embarrassment.
Stupid stupid stupid, his brain chants as he shakes through the aftershocks. So fucking selfish. So desperate. She probably thinks you're disgusting. Probably hates you now. Probablyâ
But then you're looking up at him through your lashes, swallowing deliberately, and his spiral breaks at the soft, approving sound you make. Like this is good.
Like he's good.
Your laughâwarm and tenderâcuts through his panic as you pull off to press a gentle kiss to his sensitive tip.
"That's exactly what I wanted," you murmur, and his heart stops completely.
God help him.
Jungkook wipes at his tears with the back of his wrist, sniffling softly as he tries to gather what's left of his courage. His voice is still shaky, still thick with tears, but there's a determination in it that surprises even him:
"Please let meâhicâeat you out," he manages, his face burning but his gaze steady. "Want to make you feel good too. You've done it twice for me now, it's notâit's not fair."
"Jungkook," you start gently, "I'm fine, you don't owe meâ"
"It's not about owing," he interrupts, surprising himself with his boldness. His hands tremble, but his voice stays firm despite the lingering hiccups. "It's not fair thatâhicâthat you get to taste me and I don't get to taste you."
The words come out needier than he intended, more desperate, and he feels his face heat further. But he doesn't take them back. Can't take them back. Not when he's wanted this for so longâwanted to know what you taste like, what sounds you'd make, if you'd guide him with your hands in his hair like you did in the closet.
"Please, noona," he whispers, eyes wide and earnest despite the tears still clinging to his lashes. "Let me try? IâhicâI'll do whatever you tell me to. I'll be good, I promise."
Your eyebrows shoot up, surprise evident on your face, and Jungkook realizes you'd misunderstoodâthought he meant it wasn't fair to you, when really... god, how could he explain that getting to taste you would be the biggest privilege of his life?
A soft chuckle escapes you, warm and amused. "Since when are you so bold, young mister?"
His face burns hotter, but he doesn't back down. Can't back down. Not when the thought of tasting you is making his head spin with want.
"Sinceâhicâsince you let me have something I never thought I'd get," he admits, voice wavering but sincere. "And now I just... want more."
The last word comes out embarrassingly needy, but he's beyond caring at this point.
"More?" you echo, that amused smile still playing at your lips.
"Everything," he breathes, the word tumbling out before he can stop it. "Anything you'll give me. Please, noona. I justâI want to know what you taste like. Want to make you feel good like you made me feel good. Want toâhicâlearn how to please you properly."
Your expression softens at his earnestness, at how desperately he's trying to convey just how much he wants thisâwants you.
"You really want to taste me that badly?" you ask, standing up and pushing back the strands of hair falling in front of his eyes.
He nods frantically, leaning into your touch like a touch-starved kitten. "More thanâhicâanything. Please?"
The way he says 'please'âall breathy and desperateâmakes something in your expression shift. Your thumb brushes across his bottom lip, and he parts them instinctively, wanting to show you just how eager he is to learn.
"Such a good boy," you murmur, and his whole body shudders at the praise. "Always so polite when you beg."
Your words go straight to his dick, whichâobviouslyâtwitches back to life because apparently it has absolutely no shame when it comes to you. Zero self-control. None. Especially when you say things like "good boy" in that voice that makes his whole body feel like it's on fire.
"Oh, hi again," you chuckle, glancing down at his rapidly hardening length.
Something possesses him thenâmaybe it's the lingering high from his orgasm, or maybe it's just the way you're looking at him like he's actually worthy of your attentionâbut his hands move on their own, fingers trembling slightly as they cradle your jaw. He guides your face back up, wanting to see your eyes, needing to see them.
Then he's leaning down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so soft it makes his chest ache.
When he pulls back, just enough to meet your gaze, his voice comes out as barely more than a whisper:
"Can I please, then?"
You nod with a smirk, and Jungkook's entire nervous system goes into overdrive.
Okay. Stay calm. Everyone stay fucking calm. His brain is firing signals in every direction like a broken switchboardâhey blood cells, maybe focus on making his tongue work instead of rushing to his dick again? Thanks.
You help him pull his sweats and briefs back up (and he tries very hard not to combust at how domestic that feels), then grab his wrist. His heart leaps into his throat as you lead him through your apartment, past the living room andâoh.
Oh.
That's... that's definitely your bedroom.
His eyes dart everywhere at once, trying to memorize every detail like he's studying for the most important test of his life.
There's a small plant on your windowsill (note to self: you like greenery), some photos on the wall (maybe he could get you a nice frame?), books scattered on your nightstand (he should ask what genres youâ)
His mental catalog screeches to a halt as you sit on the edge of your bed, leaning back on your palms and looking up at him with that expression that makes his knees weak. Your eyes flick meaningfully to your sweats, and then:
"Take them off for me, Jungkook-ah?"
He actually chokes on his own spit, because what the fuck. How do you do that? How do you make simple requests sound like commands that make him want to drop to his knees and pledge eternal devotion?
Jungkook crouches down in front of you, his fingers trembling as they find the waistband of your sweats.
Oh god. Oh god. Is this happening? This is happening. He feels like heâs going to be sick. Or pass out. Or maybe combust entirely. His dick is already twitching against his thigh, and heâs genuinely terrified he might actually cum just from looking at you.
He swallows hard, trying to steady himself as he pushes the fabric down, watching with wide, reverent eyes as your sweats slide over your hips and down your legs. It feels surrealâlike heâs in some kind of dream sequence or shooting a luxury lingerie ad. The way the fabric clings to your skin, catching briefly on your foot before sliding free under his careful fingersâitâs too much.
Too elegant. Too perfect.
And then theyâre off, and heâs back on his knees, staring at you like youâre a goddess descended from the heavens. His gaze trails up your legs, over the soft curve of your thighs, until it lands on the black panties that cling to you in a way that makes his mouth salivate.
Oh god oh god oh god. Heâs going to die. Heâs going to die right here on your bedroom floor because thereâs no way his body can handle this level of perfection.
But thenâyour fingertip touches his chin, tilting his face upward until he meets your gaze. His breath catches as you make a small beckoning motion with your finger, and he stumbles forward without hesitation, letting you guide him.
"You should start with kisses," you murmur softly, your voice low and inviting. "Come here."
His breath hitches audibly as you part your lips slightly, leaning back just enough to wait for him. He scrambles up a little higher, hands planting themselves awkwardly beside your thighs for balance as he leans in.
His lips meet yours againâsoft at first, hesitantâbut then you hum against his mouth, and itâs like something inside him snaps. His hands grip the bedspread tightly as he kisses you deeper, pouring every ounce of devotion and desperation into the press of his lips against yours.
Because this? This is everything. Youâre everything. And he wantsâno, needsâto show you just how much he means that.
Your lips move against his, slow and deliberate, guiding him like youâre teaching him a language heâs desperate to learn. Jungkook tries to follow your lead, tries to match the way your mouth parts just slightly, the way your tongue brushes against his bottom lip before retreating. Heâs clumsyâhe knows he isâbut you donât seem to mind. Every time he falters, you hum softly, tilting your head to show him how to angle his better, how to deepen the kiss without rushing.
Itâs intoxicating. The way you taste, the way you feelâlike youâre pouring all your patience and care into this one moment. He can barely keep up, his breaths coming in short, shaky bursts as his hands grip the bedspread tighter, knuckles white with the effort of not touching you anywhere else.
âSlower,â you murmur against his lips, and he nods frantically, trying to remember how to breathe as he adjusts his pace. Your tongue slides against his againânot too much, just enoughâand it sends a shiver down his spine so intense he nearly collapses onto you.
He pulls back slightly, gasping for air as his chest heaves. His gaze flickers up to meet yours for a split second before snapping downwardâand thatâs when he sees it.
Your tank top has shifted slightly in all the movement, and now your nipples are peaked against the fabric, straining in a way that makes his brain completely shut down.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
Heâs going to cum in five seconds if he doesnât look awayâif he doesnâtâ
âJungkook,â your voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts like a lifeline, and then your hands are cradling his face again, forcing him to look back up at you. Your thumbs brush gently over his cheeks as you smile softly.
âTake it off for me,â you say simply, nodding toward your tank top.
His breath catches audibly as his hands twitch at his sides.
"IâIââ Words fail him entirely because what the fuck is happening? Is this real? Are you actually asking him toâ
âGo on,â you encourage gently, your voice steady and patient in a way that makes him melt. âYou can do it.â
He swallows hard and nods shakily, his trembling hands moving toward the hem of your tank top like itâs some sacred artifact.
He almost fumbles the hem of your tank top. He swallows hard, his throat dry as he grips the fabric and starts to lift it, moving slowly, reverently, like heâs unwrapping the most precious gift in existence. The soft material slides up over your stomach, then your ribs, and thenâoh godâyour breasts.
He freezes for a moment, tank top bunched awkwardly in his hands as his gaze locks onto you.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Theyâre perfect.
Absolutely fucking perfect.
Round and soft and exactly how he remembers them from the closet incidentâhow they felt in his hands, how they fit so perfectly against his palms like they were made for him. Heâs revisited that moment in his head a hundred times since it happened, but seeing them now? Bare and right in front of him? Itâs so much better than anything his imagination couldâve conjured.
His mouth goes dry as his eyes trace every curve, every detail. The way your nipples are peaked just slightly, the way your chest rises and falls with each breathâitâs mesmerizing. He feels like he should say something, do something, but all he can do is stare like a fucking idiot.
âJungkook,â you chuckle softly, breaking the silence after what feels like an eternity. âGo on.â
Your voice snaps him out of his trance, and he realizes with a jolt that heâs still holding your tank top halfway up your body like some kind of moron. His face flushes bright red as he scrambles to pull it the rest of the way off, nearly tangling it in your hair before finally tossing it aside.
âIâm sorry,â he blurts out immediately, his voice cracking as he looks back at you with wide, panicked eyes. âI didnât mean toâI wasnât trying toââ
âJungkook,â you interrupt gently, reaching out to cup his cheek again. âItâs okay.â
He nods frantically, still blushing furiously as his gaze flickers downward againâjust for a secondâbefore snapping back up to meet yours.
âYouâre justâyouâre soââ He cuts himself off with a strangled noise because there arenât words for what you are.
Perfect doesnât even begin to cover it.
You tap one of his hands where it's gripping the bedspread, and his gaze follows the movement before understanding clicks.
Oh.
You want his hand.
You're reaching for his hand andâoh fuckâpressing it against your breast.
He swallows thickly as his palm makes contact with soft, warm skin. It's exactly as perfect as he remembers from the closet, maybe even better because now he can actually see what he's touching.
His hand twitches automatically, squeezing slightly, and you hiss.
"Sorry!" he yelps immediately, trying to pull back, but you just chuckle and hold his hand in place.
"It's okay," you murmur, your voice gentle but firm. "Don't grab. You need to knead." Your fingers guide his, showing him how to massage properly. "And brush your thumb... here." You move his thumb to your nipple, and the soft sigh that escapes your lips makes his cock twitch violently against his thigh.
Fuck, that was hot. That was so fucking hot he might actually die.
"Roll it between your thumb and forefinger," you instruct softly, "and do the same with the other one."
Okay. Okay, he can do this. This is fine. This is totally fine. He's just touching the most perfect breasts in existence while trying not to cum in his pants. Again. No pressure.
His other hand moves up hesitantly to mirror the first, and when you make another pleased sound, his nonexistent tail practically wags. Each soft sigh that falls from your lips feels like a reward, like proof that he's doing something right for once.
He can't help himselfâhe leans in to kiss you again, unable to resist the way your mouth parts slightly with each breath. His hands work in tandem now, one kneading gently while the other plays with your nipple, and the moan you let out against his lips?
Yeah, that's getting filed away in his brain forever. Right next to his most precious memories, ready to be replayed approximately ten thousand times when he's alone.
Because holy fuck, the sounds you make. The way you feel. The fact that you're letting him touch you like this, teaching him how to please youâit's almost too much. Almost overwhelming in how perfect it is.
But he wants more. Wants to earn more of those sounds, more of those sighs, more of everything you're willing to give him.
"Noona, I'm gonna cum," Jungkook stammers against your lips when you finally let him breathe.
He doesn't even know why he says itâexcept that it's absolutely true. His cock is twitching violently against his thigh, ready to explode at any second because apparently that's just what his body does around you now.
You chuckle warmly, and he almost starts crying again because god, he's so fucking embarrassing. But then your hand is in his hair, stroking gently, and your voice is so soft when you ask:
"Is this your first time? With breasts?"
He looks away, cheeks burning as he nods shyly. He can't bring himself to meet your eyes, too afraid of what he might see there.
"That's normal then," you assure him, fingers still carding through his hair. "Everything feels more intense the first time."
He glances back at you, heart stuttering at the gentle understanding in your expression. There's no judgment there, no mockeryâjust warmth and something that makes his chest ache.
"You can cum while sucking and playing with my tits if you want," you murmur, and the eager moan that escapes him should be mortifying but somehow isn't. Not when you're looking at him like that, like his enthusiasm is endearing rather than pathetic.
You lean back onto the bed, and his mouth goes dry as he watches you position yourself. He follows eagerly, hovering over you before leaning down to take one nipple between his lips. The moment his mouth makes contact, your back arches slightly and your fingers find his hair again.
Oh fuck.
The sound you makeâthis soft, breathy thingânearly sends him over the edge right there.
His hand finds your other breast, kneading and rolling the nipple between his fingers like you taught him, while his free hand fumbles desperately with his sweats, shoving them down just enough to wrap around his leaking cock.
He's so close already, pre-cum making his fingers slide easily as he strokes himself. Every little gasp and sigh you make sends sparks down his spine, making his hips buck into his own grip as he sucks and licks at your nipple like his life depends on it.
"Can Iâ" Jungkook chokes out between desperate pants, "Can I cum on yourâyour tits? Please?"
You nod softly, and he almost sobs with relief as he positions himself, straddling your waist. His hand works frantically over his length as he stares down at your perfect breasts, and then he's cumming with a broken moan, painting white stripes across your skin.
"I'm sorry," he stammers immediately, mortified at the mess he's made. But you just shake your head, reaching for some wipes from your nightstand.
"Stop apologizing," you murmur, but before you can clean yourself, he's already grabbing the wipes from your hand.
"Let me," he insists softly, carefully wiping his traces from your skin with reverent attention.
Once you're clean, he can't help himselfâhe leans down to press soft kisses against your breasts again. And again. And then he's back to sucking and kissing your nipples because how could he not? The content hum you make only encourages him further.
But then you're tugging gently at his hair, making him look up at you. "You can start kissing your way down," you tell him, and his face flushes crimson even as his cock twitches with renewed interest.
Yes. Fuck yes. Thank you god and jesus and buddha and whoever else is listening.
He starts trailing kisses down your stomach, each press of his lips deliberate and worshipful. When he reaches the edge of your panties, he pauses, moving to kneel between your thighs at the foot of the bed. His hands shake as he hooks his fingers in the waistband, and you lift your hips to help him slide them off.
Then you spread your legs, and holy fuck. The sight of your pussyâbare and glistening and so fucking perfectâdraws a deep groan from his chest. You're so wet, so ready for his tongue, and he's pretty sure he's actually died and gone to heaven.
"Fuck," he breathes, staring at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Because you are. You absolutely are.
Jungkookâs gaze flickers up, and his breath catches when he sees you propped up on your elbows, watching him with a soft, almost amused look. Your fingers slide into his messy hair, carding through it gently, and his heart stutters in his chest. He swallows hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he asks,
âCan IâŠ?â
You nod, your lips curving into a small smile. âYes.â
Okay. Okay. He can do this. He just has to remember what Taehyung and Jimin told himâdonât overthink it, listen to her cues, focus on what she likesâbut oh god, he really doesnât need to think about Taehyung and Jimin right now. What the fuck, brain? Not helpful.
He shakes his head quickly, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts as he refocuses on youâglistening and beautiful and so fucking damp it makes his heart race. He did that. He got you like that. The realization sends a fresh wave of heat through him, and he feels his cock twitch against his thigh.
âStart slow,â you murmur softly, your fingers still threading through his hair. âUse your tongue first. Just⊠explore.â
He nods eagerly, leaning in closer until he can feel the heat radiating off you. His tongue flicks out tentatively, tracing a slow line up your folds, and the quiet sigh you let out makes him shiver.
âGood,â you hum encouragingly, and he nearly preens at the praise. âNow try circling around my clitâgently.â
He follows your instructions immediately, his tongue moving in slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The way your hips shift slightly in response sends a thrill through him, and he presses in just a little harder.
âNot too much pressure,â you warn gently, your hand tightening slightly in his hair to guide him. âKeep it soft for now.â
âOkay,â he mumbles against you, adjusting his movements until your soft hum of approval tells him heâs doing it right.
âNow try flicking your tongue,â you instruct softly. âJust thereâyes, like that.â
The sound you make when he obeys is enough to make him moan into you, his hands gripping your thighs for support as he loses himself in the taste of you. Each little noise of pleasure that escapes your lips feels like a reward, spurring him on as he tries to remember everything youâre teaching him.
âGood boy,â you murmur again, and fuckâheâs pretty sure he could cum just from hearing those words alone.
Jungkookâs tongue moves with trembling focus, every flick and stroke guided by your soft instructions. The taste of you is overwhelmingâsweet and musky and perfectâand he canât get enough. His nose brushes against your clit as he laps at you, and the way your thighs tighten around his head makes him dizzy with pride.
âSlower,â you breathe, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He obeys immediately, easing the pressure as he circles your clit with featherlight strokes. The whimper you let out sends a bolt of heat straight to his cock, which is already leaking against his thigh again. God, heâs so fucking sensitive right now.
âUse your fingers,â you murmur, your voice strained. âJust one⊠inside me. Slowly.â
His breath hitches as he pulls back slightly, his lips glistening. Heâs shaking so badly he can barely coordinate his hands, but he manages to press a single finger against your entrance, sliding it in with painstaking care. The way you clench around him makes his head spin.
âGood,â you gasp, hips lifting off the bed. âNow curl itâthereââ
He obeys, crooking his finger upward, and the choked moan you release is the most beautiful sound heâs ever heard. His cock throbs, but he ignores it, too focused on watching your faceâthe way your brows knit together, the way your lips part as you pant.
âAdd another,â you say, your nails scraping gently against his scalp.
He slides a second finger in, marveling at how you stretch around him, how impossibly hot you feel. Your hips grind down against his hand, and he scrambles to keep up, curling and scissoring his fingers the way Jimin had described during their mortifying âlesson.â
âFuckâJungkookââ Your voice cracks, and he looks up to see your back arching off the bed, your free hand fisting the sheets. âDonât stop, donât you dare stopââ
He doesnât. Couldnât if he tried. Not when youâre falling apart above him, your thighs trembling as he works you closer. Your clit is swollen under his tongue, and he flicks it faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers.
âIâm close,â you warn, your voice pitching higher. âKeep going, just like thatââ
He moans against you, the vibration making you cry out. Your hips stutter, and then youâre clenching around his fingers so tightly he can barely move them. The sound you makeâa raw, unfiltered gaspâechoes in his bones as you shudder through your release.
He keeps licking, keeps fingering you through it until your hand yanks his hair back gently.
âEnough, baby,â you pant, chest heaving. âYouâll overstimulate me.â
He pulls back immediately, fingers slipping free as he stares up at you in awe. Your skin is flushed, your hair fanned out around you like a halo, and heâs pretty sure heâs never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
âCome here,â you murmur, patting the bed beside you.
He scrambles up, still trembling, his sweats clinging to his hips. You reach for him the moment heâs within reach, pulling him into a searing kiss that tastes like you. His hips jerk forward instinctively, his cock grinding against your thigh, and he breaks the kiss with a whine.
âShh,â you soothe, your hand sliding down to palm him through his sweats. âYou did so well. Let noona take care of you now.â
He nods frantically, his breath hitching as you tug his sweats down. Your hand wraps around him, and he nearly sobs at the contact.
âLook at me,â you command softly, and his teary eyes snap to yours. âYou can let go. Iâve got you.â
It takes three strokes. Three strokes and the way youâre looking at himâproud, affectionate, hungryâand heâs coming with a broken cry, stripes of white painting your stomach.
He collapses against you, boneless and spent, his face buried in your neck as you stroke his hair.
âGood boy,â you murmur, pressing a kiss to his temple. âSo good for me.â
He doesnât have the energy to respond, but he nuzzles closer, his heart swelling so big it threatens to burst.
Twenty minutes later, after cleaning you both up with trembling hands and bringing you water, he's curled around you in bed, his nose buried in your hair. His cock is already stirring against your thigh because apparently his body has absolutely no chill when it comes to you.
"Noona?" he whispers, fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip.
"Hmm?"
He swallows hard, gathering his courage. "I need to tell you something."
You shift slightly to look at him, and his heart stutters at how soft your expression is. "What is it?"
"I'm..." He takes a shaky breath. "I'm Spider-Man."
There's a pause, and then you... laugh? Not mockinglyâjust this warm, gentle sound that makes his chest tight.
"I know," you say simply, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead.
His eyes widen comically. "Youâwhat? How long have youâ?"
"Jungkook-ah," you interrupt softly, "you pulled me away from a bus from five meters away. And you're literally always wherever I am. And you bring me the exact snacks I mention wanting, even when you weren't there when I said it."
"Oh." He flushes, ducking his head. "Was I that obvious?"
"Extremely." Your fingers card through his hair, and he melts into the touch. "But it's cute that you finally told me."
He peeks up at you through his lashes. "You're not... mad?"
"That you're Spider-Man? No." You smile. "That you stalked me? Maybe a little."
"I wasn't stalking!" he protests immediately. "I was... protecting!"
"Uh-huh." Your tone is teasing, and he pouts until you lean in to kiss him softly. "Sure you were."
When you pull back, his expression has shifted to something more... heated. His cock twitches against your thigh, and you raise an eyebrow.
âSo⊠since youâre not madâŠâ
âYes?â
âCan we⊠go again?â
You raise an eyebrow. âAgain?â
âYeah,â he blurts. âIâve gotâuhâstamina. Like, a lot. Super⊠stamina. From the⊠you know.â He gestures vaguely at nothing. âSpider⊠stuff.â
You snort, clearly fighting a laugh. âIs that so?â
âYes!â He nods frantically, hands flailing as he tries to explain. âI can go for hours! Days! Well, not days, butâI mean, I could eat you out again right now if you let me. Please? You donât even have to touch me! Iâll justâIâll jerk off while I do it. I can cum three or four more times, easy. Maybe five? Letâs try five.â
You stare at him.
He wilts slightly. âOr⊠two? Twoâs good. Twoâs cool.â
âJungkook.â
âYes?â
âCome here.â
He scrambles up immediately, eyes bright and hopeful. You cup his face, your thumb brushing over his pouty bottom lip. âYou want to taste me that badly?â
He nods so fast itâs a miracle he doesnât give himself whiplash. âPlease.â
âOkay,â you say, flopping back onto the pillows. âBut slowly this time. Iâm not a superhero.â
Heâs already scrambling down the bed, eyes gleaming. âYes. Yes, okay, slowly. Got it. Thank you. Thank you.â
You snort as his lips find your inner thigh. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âRidiculously grateful,â he mumbles against your skin, and the vibration makes you laugh again.
Not done, he thinks, and this time, heâs grinning.
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Our Quiet Christmas | jjk. (M)
You are my home, my home for all seasons.
â Pairing : Jungkook x Reader
â Summary : After a whirlwind year of schedules, chaos, and never-ending to-do lists, Jungkook whisks you and your daughter away to a secluded cabin for a much-needed Christmas getaway. With snowflakes falling outside and the crackling fire keeping the cold at bay, itâs the perfect chance to slow down and soak in the love that makes your little family so special⊠But Jungkook has more than just cosy movie nights and snowman-building in mindâheâs set on expanding your family, and heâs not exactly subtle about it. Between his playful charm, heartfelt confessions, and stolen kisses by the fire, itâs hard to resist the idea of giving Areum the sibling Jungkook canât stop dreaming about.
â Genre : established relationship au, dad!jungkook x mom!reader, marriage au, comfort au, pwp
â Word count : 9.3K
â Warnings : making out, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), riding, missionary, impregnation!kink, dirty talking, begging, dom!jungkook, sub!reader (think thatâs all)
â A/n : hi there ; merry Christmas Eve đ! I hope youâre all having a restful break and enjoying the holiday period đ«¶đ» I present you soft dad!Jungkook being absolutely smitten with his family. Snowy vibes, fireplace cuddles, Jungkook being charmingly relentless about baby number two, and you trying (and failing) to resist his puppy eyes. Feedback is always appreciated & happy reading đŠą!
â Song : Snowman by Sia
Winter had arrived. An icy serenade surrounds you yet the warmth of love is all you feel. An old Christmas movie plays in the background and the smell of home-baking permeates the air.
Comfort, peace and solace is all you feel right now.
âThis years going to be different, I can feel it in my bones.â
âGuk, baby you say that every year.â
âNo no, Iâm sure about this one, you see I can feel it-
âIn my bones.â You both say in sync, causing Jungkook to chuckle as he brings his hand to your jaw, moving your face towards him so he can kiss you.
His lips join yours in a soft, gentle manner.
Years have passed, but every time you and Jungkook kiss, you swear you feel the same butterflies that you felt when he kissed you for the first time after your third date outside the art gallery.
Magical. Thatâs how youâd describe kissing Jungkook.
His lips were warm, soft, and when they touched yours, there was no rush. Jungkook deepens the kiss ever so slightly, letting the pressure build with gentle insistence, the rhythm of the kiss calm but full of intention.
The two of you are lying on the couch, legs entangled under your daughter's blanket as you watch the fireplace emit sparks of warmth, bathing the wooden interior with golden hues.
âEomma, appa!â A voice calls out, full of pride.
Areum.
4 years old and a bundle of joy. Your bundle of joy.
âLook, I fixed it!â Areumâs tiny and soft voice breaks the quiet. She jolts into the room, clutching the wooden reindeer ornament Jungkook had given her to paint earlier this morning. It had been her project all afternoon.
The reindeer was, to put it kindly, a riot of colour - blobs of red, green, and yellow mixing like a childâs dream of Christmas. One of its legs appeared a bit wobbly, but it stood proud, just like Areum did right now, her rosy cheeks flushed with pride.
Jungkook lets out a low whistle, sitting up slightly as the blanket slips down his chest. âWow, princess, you really did that all by yourself, mhm?â
âMm-hm!â Areum nodded vigorously, imitating her father. Her dark hair bounces as she hurries to place it on the small mantle above the fireplace.
You smile softly at your princess, watching Jungkookâs eyes glisten with adoration like a knight in shining armour. His role as a father suits him more than you could have ever imagined. The playful glint in his gaze softens into something so reverent every time Areum enters the room.
You know confidently that she is his whole world, as much as she is yours.
âAppa, is it good?â Areumâs wide eyes sought his approval.
âGood? Baby, itâs perfect, just like you,â Jungkook says warmly, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his lap. She lets out a giggle as he peppers her face with kisses, her tiny hands swatting at his cheeks playfully.
âGo easy on her, Guk,â you tease, leaning your head against the armrest of the couch as you tuck your legs under the blanket again.
Jungkook grins at you, Areum still squirming in his arms. âIâll stop when she says âmy appa is the best.ââ
âMy appa is the best!â she squeals, breaking into a fit of laughter and reaching to kiss her fathers cheek.
A Mini Jungkook indeed.
Satisfied, Jungkook sets her down gently, watching as she scurries off to grab another decoration. He leans back on the couch with a contented sigh, the blanket once again draped over the two of you.
âYou know,â he begins, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, âthis is exactly what I needed. Just us. No schedules, no phone calls, no distractions.â His thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone as his chocolate brown eyes hold yours, the firelight dancing in its depth.
âI know,â you softly murmur, running your fingers over the back of his hand. âThis year has been so⊠relentless? Itâs nice to just breathe and soak in the silence.â
You both sigh, snuggling into one another despite being as close as humanly possible.
âExcept when Areum remembers she has parents,â you chuckle, shaking your head in laughter as you see her ornament.
Jungkookâs lips twitch into a small smile. âSpeaking of Areum interrupting our silenceâŠâ He shifts even closer, his voice dropping to that low tone he uses when he wants to get under your skin. âIâve been thinking about adding another little someone to, you know, interrupt our quiet moments. What do you think?â
Your eyes flicker to him, your breath hitching at his boldness. You contemplate playing aloof, but your husbandâs abruptness stops you. âAre you serious?â
Jungkook nods, the grin on his face unmistakably cheeky now. âI mean, weâve been talking about it for a while. And look at Areum - sheâs so ready to be a big sister. Arenât you, princess?â he called out to her.
Areum looked up from where she was arranging ornaments on the small tree by the window, her brows furrowing in confusion. âHmm, Appa?â
âAre you ready to be a big sister, my angel?â Jungkook questions her tenderly.
âWhatâs that?â Areum queries, curiosity etched into every feature of her face. âHow do we get one?â
You stifle a laugh, your cheeks warming. âDonât confuse her, Guk.â
But Jungkook was undeterred, his hand sliding under your sweater to rest on your hip beneath the blanket. âJust think about it,â he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. âAnother little one resting here with us next year. Maybe a boy this time⊠although I wouldnât mind another girl if sheâs as perfect as Areum.â
Your heart clenches at the thought. You could picture it so clearlyâa tiny baby, smaller than a bag of sugar from the grocers, cradled in Jungkookâs strong arms, Areumâs careful hands reaching out to stroke a soft cheek and your hand clutching your heart at the scene. The cabin, filled with even more love than it already is.
âYouâre impossible, you know that?â you say, turning to press a peck to his jaw.
âIâm just optimistic,â Jungkook counters, his dimples showing as he smiles down at you. âAnd weâd be so good at it, donât you think?â
Before you could answer, Areum runs back over, throwing herself between the two of you with an exuberant laugh. âI found the star!â
The star.
Jungkook had promised Areum that when she finds his hidden star, he will help her put it on top of the already full tree. The things this man did to get a quiet moment with youâŠ
âEomma, can we put it on top of the tree now?â
âOf-â
âOf course, princess,â Jungkook interrupts, sweeping her up effortlessly and carrying her to the tree.
You laugh at the father daughter interaction. Maybe you did need another baby to keep you company.
You watch the two from the couch, your chest swelling with gratitude. The year had been chaotic to say the least, but this - this simple, intimate moment right here - was everything youâd ever yearned for.
Jungkook catches your eye as he lifts Areum high enough to place the star on the tree. He gives you a knowing wink, his silent promise clear: there was more love to come.
And maybe, just maybe, you were ready to embrace it.
After the tree was decorated to Areumâs satisfaction - every inch of its branches covered in her creative flair - Jungkook carried her upstairs to put her to bed.
You decided to stay downstairs, tidying up the remnants of her crafting supplies and rearranging a few of the more precariously placed ornaments. The cabin is even quieter now, save for the occasional creak of the wooden beams and the faint sound of Jungkookâs voice drifting from the upper floor.
Heâs singing to her.
Itâs something Jungkook has done since Areum was a baby, and the sound of his melodic voice humming a lullaby never fails to warm your heart.
You lean against the doorway, pausing to listen. His voice, smooth and honeyed, wraps around the melody like a cosy blanket.
You carry on clearing Areumâs toys away, wanting the place to be nice and tidy before Christmas Eve tomorrow.
When Jungkook finally comes downstairs, steps light and careful, his eyes meet yours. âOut like a light,â he whispers softly as though heâs scared to wake her, running a hand through his messy hair. âI barely made it through the second verse.â
âShe always loves when you sing to her,â you pout, crossing the room to take his hand. âJust like me.â
Jungkook pulls you into his arms, your cheek pressing against his welcoming chest. âI think Iâve got some magic left tonight,â he whispers in a low voice, his lips brushing your hairline.
âOh, do you now?â you taunt, tilting your head to look up at him. âWhat tricks you gonna show me?â
Jungkook smirks, leaning down to capture your lips. But, before he could do so, something catches both of your attention. A faint tapping sound comes from the large bay window at the front of the cabin.
Curious, you turn towards it, only to see that snow has begun falling in earnest. The flakes were large and fluffy, blanketing the world outside in pristine white.
Jungkook steps out of your embrace, walking to the window to get a better view.
âJagi, itâs a Christmas miracle.â
âI canât believe it,â you run to the window, happiness like that of a child.
Jungkook stands there for a moment, his broad shoulders outlined by the golden glow of the fireplace, before turning to you with a mischievous grin. âItâs perfect. Letâs go.â
âWhat? Now?â you exclaim, your brows lifting in surprise. âYouâre fucking crazy!â
âWhy not?â he said, holding out his hand. âItâs just us, remember? No oneâs here to tell us we canât.â Jungkook pulls a funny face which you canât help but laugh at.
You hesitate for a second, but the gleam in his eye is irresistible. Laughing, you grab your woolly coat and leather knee-high boots, following him outside into the magical winter night.
The air is crisp and sharp, biting at your cheeks and nose, but the snow truly made everything feel softer, quieter, as if the world had been wrapped in cotton wool and there was no way out. The two of you stand on the small porch, the snow crunching underfoot, watching as the forest rapidly around you transforms into a winter wonderland.
Jungkook turns to you, his eyes sparkling. âDance with me, jagi.â
You laugh again, shivering as he grabs your hands. âThereâs no music, you idiot!â
âSure there is,â he replies swiftly, stepping closer. âListen. The wind, the snow, the quiet. Thatâs all the music we need.â
Jungkook begins to sway with you, his hands warm as they enveloped yours. The two of you move slowly, his body sheltering you from the cold. Snowflakes are caught in his dark hair, his nose reddening from the chill, but he looks as handsome as ever, his smile lighting up the night.
âThis is what I meant,â he hushly says, voice low and intimate. âJust us. No rush, no noise. Just you, me, our princess, and moments like this.â
You move forward to rest your head on his chest, letting the quiet envelop you both in a warm hug. Jungkookâs arms tighten around you, his chin coming to rest on your head.
âI think you might be right,â you whisper, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear.
âRight? About what, love?â
âThis year being different. It already feels like it is.â
Jungkook pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes softening. âItâs different because we make it that way,â he reassures you, brushing his thumb along your jaw. âAnd we will keep making it better. Every year, every moment. Together.â
The snow continues to fall, and for a while, you simply stand there, swaying in the quietude, wrapped in each otherâs arms. The world around you disappears, leaving only the two of you and the love that made every moment worth remembering.
Once the cold began to creep through your coats and boots, Jungkook insisted on pulling you back inside, laughing at the way your teeth chattered as you kicked off your snow-covered boots.
You now stand in the living area, shivering like a child in a cold cradle.
âI told you it was too cold,â you huff, trying to warm your hands with your breath.
âAnd I told you it was worth it,â he nonchalantly replies, tugging off his gloves and taking your icy hands in his. His larger palms envelop yours, the heat of his touch sending a shiver up your spine. âBetter, baby?â
You nod, letting him guide you back to the couch.
Jungkook grabs the blanket you were sharing earlier, draping it over the two of you as you snuggle close, your body seeking the warmth radiating from him.
The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. Jungkook reaches for the mug of hot chocolate heâd abandoned earlier, holding it to your lips for you to sip. The sweetness and warmth spread through your chest, and you sighed in contentment, leaning back into his embrace, inhaling his woody scent.
For a while, neither of you speak, simply basking in the serene silence and your comforting presence. Jungkook rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms circling your waist as you both gazed at the fire.
âCan I tell you something?â he asks quietly, breaking the silence.
âOf course, babe.â
Jungkook hesitates for a moment, his thumb absently tracing circles on your hip. âI meant what I said earlier, you know? About wanting another baby.â
You turn slightly to look at him, your brow lifting in curiosity. âReally?â
âYes,â he says confidently, his eyes soft but steady. âAreumâs growing up so fast, and every time I see her smile or hear her laugh, I think⊠we made that. You and me. Sheâs this perfect little person, and I canât help but think how amazing it would be to do it all over again.â
Your heart swells at his words, the sincerity in his voice making it impossible to brush off the idea. Youâd talked about it in passing before, but the way he spoke now felt different.
Earnest. Hopeful. Loving.
âYou make it sound so easy,â you chuckle, though your voice was softer than you intended.
Jungkook snickers, his breath warm against your neck. âI know itâs not. The sleepless nights, the mess, the chaos⊠but itâs worth it, isnât it? Every bit of it. I mean, just look at what weâve already got.â
Your gaze flicks to the staircase, where you could just imagine Areum fast asleep in her bed, her little chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm.
âYouâre right,â you admit, turning back to him. âSheâs the best thing weâve ever done.â
Jungkook leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. âAnd we can do it again,â he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. âIf youâre ready, of course.â
Your eyes meet his, searching them for any trace of doubt, but there is none. Only love and unwavering belief in the life youâd built together.
A soft smile tugs at your lips. âMaybe,â you say, your tone playful but your heart already leaning towards yes. âWeâll see.â
Jungkookâs grin widens, the dimple in his cheek making an appearance. âThatâs not a no.â
Jungkookâs persistence was truly admirable.
âItâs not a yes either,â you counter, however, you canât stop yourself from laughing as Jungkook leans in to kiss you, his hands sliding up your back.
âYouâll come around,â he mutters against your lips, voice low and teasing. âYou always do.â
âDonât get ahead yourself, mister,â you chuckle as you move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
The fire crackles before you, its warmth matching the heat building between you.
Jungkookâs kisses deepen, his hands tighten their hold on you, and for a moment, the world fades again, leaving only the two of you in your little cocoon of love.
But then a soft cry breaks the moment, drifting down from upstairs.
âEomma? Appa?â
You both freeze before pulling back with identical smiles, your foreheads pressed together.
âThink she had a dream,â Jungkook utters, his voice laced with affection.
âYour turn,â you whisper, nudging him gently.
Your husband groans in mock protest but stands fairly quickly, tossing the blanket aside. âFine. But you owe me.â
âI think weâre even,â you tease, watching as he heads towards the stairs.
Jungkook pauses halfway up, turning to look back at you with a smile so warm it rivals the firelight. âWeâll pick up this conversation later.â
You laugh softly, pulling the blanket tighter around you as he disappears upstairs. The fire continues its steady crackle, and you lean back into the couch, your heart full as you listen to Jungkookâs soft voice comforting Areum.
It was in moments like this - simple, unassuming, and utterly filled with love - that you realised youâd already found everything youâd ever wanted. And maybe, just maybe, you were ready to grow it a little more.
The cabin is quiet again.
You hear Jungkookâs footsteps, soft, as he makes his way back down the stairs. Areum must have settled quite quickly.
You are still curled up on the couch, the firelight painting your skin with a warm glow as you scroll through TikTok.
Jungkook pauses at the end of the staircase, leaning on the banister for a moment, his eyes fixated on you.
âYouâre staring,â you sing, your lips curving into a lazy smile.
âCanât help it,â he replies, pushing off the banister and crossing the room to sit beside you. âI have the most beautiful wife in the world.â
âYou always know what to say,â you taunt, resting your head against his shoulder as he pulls the blanket back over both of you.
His arm comes around you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm. âWhat can I say? Iâm a man in love.â
The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, scrolling through your FYP as the fire crackles softly, a contrast to the snow that continues to fall outside.
Jungkookâs hand never stops moving, his touch soothing and intimate, as if he needed to keep that connection to you at all times.
âYou know,â he interrupts the silence eventually, voice deep, âwhen I first thought about taking you and Areum out here, I wasnât sure if Iâd done the right thing. Itâs so⊠quiet.â
âMhm?â You urge him to continue.
âAnother part of me felt bad for leaving our family, butâŠâ Jungkook pauses, trying to find the right words.
âIt was exactly what we needed,â you finish his sentence for him, softly, nuzzling into his side.
âYeah,â he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper. âI just didnât realise how much I needed it too. Being here with you, with her⊠itâs like everything else has immediately faded. All that stress, the busyness, it just doesnât matter anymore.â
You tilt your head up to look at him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his expression. âGuk, you have worked so so hard for us. For everything. You deserve this time just as much as we do.â
Jungkook knew in that moment that you were his comforting love. The fort that comes in advance of danger. His protection before the need for that even arises. For you, he was the softest thing in the universe. There was a solace in feeling the goodness of your soul. You always carried a gentle certainty that Jungkook was born to absorb and accept love.
People had always told you, you were lucky to have Jungkook. But Jungkook knew, he was luckier to have you.
He meets your gaze, his dark eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper, something unspoken but understood. âYou make it all worth it,â he says in simple words.
You smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. His lips linger on yours, slow and tender, as if he were trying to pour everything he couldnât say into that single moment.
When you pull back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your cheek. âI know I keep bringing it up, but⊠I really canât stop thinking about another baby,â he whispers, his voice tinged with both hope and hesitation.
You laughed tenderly, your fingers brushing through his hair. âYouâre persistent, Iâll give you that.â
âOnly because I know how good weâd be at it,â he argues, a playful grin tugging at his lips. âAnd if Iâm being honest, Iâm kind of selfish. I want more moments like this. More little hands to hold, more giggles filling the house. And more time with you, building this life together.â
Your heart clenchâs at his words, the integrity in his tone making it impossible to tease him this time.
âWhat if I said yes?â you ask quietly, your voice barely audible over the fireâs crackle. A newfound shyness came over you.
Jungkookâs breath hitches, his eyes widening slightly as he pulls back to look at you fully. âYou mean it?â
You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. âIâve been thinking about it too. And youâre right⊠Areum deserves to have a little partner in crime. And IâŠâ You trail off, your cheeks warming under his intense gaze. âI think Iâd love to see you holding another baby of ours. To see our family grow.â
The smile that spread across Jungkookâs face was brighter than anything youâd seen all night. He let out a breathless laugh, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly. âYou have no idea how happy that makes me,â he whispers against your hair.
You cackle, your arms wrapping around his neck. âI think Iâve got a pretty good idea.â
Jungkook pulls back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. âYouâre incredible, you know that? I donât deserve you.â
âDonât be ridiculous,â you reply, swatting lightly at his chest. âIf anything, I donât deserve you.â
âWeâll just have to agree that weâre both pretty lucky,â he replies, leaning in to kiss you again.
This time, the kiss is deeper, filled with promises and excitement for the future youâd just agreed to build together. The fire burns low in the hearth, and outside, the snow continues to fall, blanketing the cabin in a hush that seemed to echo the love you shared.
When you finally pull apart, you settle back into his arms, the blanket cocooning you both.
âSo⊠when should we start?â Jungkook asks, his voice light but laced with mischief.
You laugh, swatting at his chest again. âHow about we enjoy the rest of this quiet night first?â
âFair enough,â he says with a grin, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
As the fireâs glow dims and the snow piled high outside, you close your eyes, the steady rhythm of Jungkookâs heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. And though the night was quiet, your dreams were filled with the sound of tiny feet and laughter, and the warmth of a love that felt boundless.
It was now 1AM.
The two of you were awake again.
The cabin was silent save for the soft crackle of the flames. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in the same blanket that had been your haven all evening, Jungkookâs arm draped lazily across your shoulders.
His fingers trailed absent patterns along your arm, the touch light but deliberate, sending tiny shivers over your skin. You lean further into him, sighing in contentment as your head rests against his chest.
âI love this,â you say softly, the words barely audible over the quiet.
âThis?â he questions, his voice low and warm.
âUs,â you clarify, tilting your head to look up at him. âThis moment. It feels⊠perfect.â
Jungkookâs lips quirk into a small, almost boyish smile as he leans down to kiss your forehead. âItâs because we are perfect,â he teases, his voice teasing but laced with sincerity.
You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. âConfident?â
âAlways,â he replies, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers linger against your cheek, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.
The mood shifts subtly but unmistakably.
Jungkookâs hand slides down, his fingers grazing your jaw before settling at the nape of your neck. He leans in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens, his other hand slipping around your waist to pull you inevitably closer.
The blanket falls slightly as you shift to become more comfortable in your husbandâs embrace. Your hands find their way to Jungkookâs chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. He groans softly against your plush lips, his fingers tightening their hold as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss further.
Kissing Jungkook always felt so poetic. In the emotions of his kisses, you could understand a language so passionate, it transcended the works of the greatest poets combined.
When your husband finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breathing slightly uneven. âIâve been thinking about this all day,â he admits, his voice husky and low.
âThinking about what?â you ask, though the heat in his gaze is leaving very little room for doubt.
Jungkook grins, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âAbout how much I want you.â He kisses your forehead.
âAbout how much I love you.â He kisses the tip of your nose.
âAndâŠâ He pauses, his lips curving into a playful smirk. âAbout how nice it would be to give Areum a little sibling.â Jungkook leans forward to capture your lips again, but you swiftly pull him back by his luscious brown tresses.
Your eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by his boldness. âJungkook!â you laugh, swatting lightly at his chest, your cheeks warming at the suggestion.
âWhat?â he asks innocently, though his grin only widens. âIâm just reminding you that you said yes.â
âI-â
He cut you off with another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate. More urgent.
And when he pulls back, his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, âMaybe I can convince you tonight.â
Your heart races at the low, teasing tone of his voice. His hand slips beneath the hem of your sweater, his touch warm against your skin as he traces light patterns along your back.
âYouâre crazy,â you whine, though your voice lacked any real protest.
Jungkook chuckles, his breath hot against your neck. âOnly because I know how amazing we are together. And because I love the idea of us growing our little family.â
The sincerity in his words melts any resistance you might have had, and you find yourself leaning into him, your arms wrapping around his neck.
âYou wanna start trying already?â you ask softly, your lips brushing against his.
Jungkook pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with excitement and love. âWell, we shouldnât waste any time.â
You laugh, your heart full as you let him guide you closer, his lips capturing yours once again. The fire burns low, its warmth nothing compared to the heat between the two of you.
âLetâs head upstairs,â Jungkook says as he pulls away. âI want to do this properly.â
You eyes soften as you nod. Preparing yourself for the night to stretch on, knowing it will be filled with whispered promises of love and ⊠filth.
The bedroom is dimly lit, the only light coming from the crackling fire in the hearth and the glow of the Christmas lights strung around the bed. The air is warm, thanks to the fireplace, and is scented with the faint aroma of pine and cinnamon.
Jungkook sets you down on the ground gently, his hands lingering on your hips as he steps back to admire you. Your red sweater and matching skirt make you look like a holiday gift, and he couldnât wait to unwrap you.
âTake it off,â he commands, voice calm yet husky. âSlowly.â
Your cheeks warm, but you obey, your hands moving to the hem of your sweater. You peel it off inch by inch, revealing the lacy black bra underneath.
The universe was on your side.
Jungkookâs eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he watches you. When you finally toss the sweater aside, his hands are on you again, thumbs brushing over the lace before slipping beneath it to cup your breasts.
âYou look beautiful,â he declares, voice low yet you are still able to sense that it is thick with emotion.
A smile tugs at your lips as you glance up at him. Jungkook moves closer, lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
âSo beautiful,â he whispers, his voice a velvety caress that makes your skin prickle with heat.
You laugh softly, leaning into him. âIt feels like our first time all over again,â you say, heart racing.
âDoes it?â he asks, although you know he isnât looking for an answer.
The air between you and your husband is thick.
Thick with anticipation.
The low flicker of the fire casts a light shadow across his features as he looks at you like youâre the only thing in the world. One hand rests on your hip, his grip firm yet gentle, as he thumbs at the band of your lacy underwear. The other is wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though heâs scared youâre about to get away.
You gaze at one another with eyes full of love.
Jungkook is a drug. Your drug. One touch from him and the intoxication is instant. It always has been.
This man could tell you to do anything, absolutely anything, and that is exactly what you would do. His gaze, his scent, his everything sends you into a heady trance.
You guide his digits to your centre, your sticky core waiting for him. Jungkook rubs your soaked lacy underwear, groaning deeply as he takes in your wetness.
âAnd I thought it was just me who was excited,â he whispers in an indulging tone, voice rich with lust as he draws you closer with his free hand, lips finding yours. âLook at you, angel, youâre fucking drenched.â
You respond by pulling him closer by dark tendrils, capturing his lips against yours. The kiss starts slow, tender, but it doesnât take long for the heat to intensify.
Jungkookâs hand slides up to cradle your jaw, angling your face as his lips move against yours, each kiss growing deeper, hungrier. Your fingers tangle in his soft strands as you tug gently, earning another low groan from your husband, vibrating against your mouth.
âJungkookâŠâ you whine between kisses, your body starting to need more.
Before you can say anything else, his hands are on your waist, lifting you effortlessly like you weigh absolutely nothing. Jungkook carries you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours, and when your back hits the mattress, the world tilts slightly.
You lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for you to feel safe with one another. And then? Then Jungkook is all business.
Pulling your underwear off, he begins by kissing from your toes upward, slowly, his hands on your legs, always inching just a little higher than the kisses he plants.
Your back arches in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. And as he does, your head rocks against the fluffy pillow, the first moan escaping your lips.
Jungkook hovers above you, one knee pressing into the bed. His dark hair falls forward, brushing against your skin as he leans in, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jawline and then lower, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmurs, lips ghosting over your neck before pulling back slightly.
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he shifts, his free hand bracing beside your head. You feel the tension in his body - the strength in his arms as he hovers above you, the control in every deliberate movement - and itâs intoxicating.
Your hands roam down his back, tracing the lean muscles. The firelight casts golden shadows across his bare chest, highlighting every dip and curve, and for a moment, all you can do is stare.
He smirks, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips brushing yours as he teases, âSee something you like?â
You roll your eyes, but your laughter catches in your throat as his mouth claims yours again. The kiss is hotter, slower, more deliberate, pulling you further under his spell. His hands explore every inch of you, mapping your body as though heâs determined to remember every detail, his touch setting your nerves alight.
âYouâre irresistible,â Jungkook groans, the sound itself sending you into a deep spiral.
He bends down, his mouth capturing one nipple through the fabric, sucking gently until you arch into him, another moan escaping your lips, louder this time. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavishes attention on your other breast, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive peak.
Arching into him, you massage his scalp and moan pleasurably as he prods at your nipple with his scandalous tongue. He fondles your other breast, kneading it which has you sighing out in bliss.
âOh fuck, I love your tongue,â you whine gratifyingly whilst he continues his soft assault on your breast, sucking and tugging at your nipples lewdly. Your fingers inch further into his hair when you feel him jut his tongue out, licking around the soft area.
Jungkook moves to place kisses between the valley of your breasts, making his way further down your sexy body, still fondling your breasts delightly. You arch further into him, half-lidded gaze peering down at him, massaging his scalp whilst he perfectly nips at your smooth skin, ascending you to cloud nine.
Sighing out in sheer ecstasy, you tug Jungkook closer to you. His hand canvases down your body, cupping your soaked sex in his palm.
You let out a scandalised gasp, gut filling with heat.
âAlways so fucking wet, princess,â Jungkook groans as he glides his two fingers through your tight cunt. You brace yourself on his broad shoulders, breathing heavily and Jungkook revels in each sultry sound that leaves your pretty mouth.
âJ-just for you,â you manage to whimper out as his fingers skim around your battered mound. Jungkook begins to push your legs apart and releases a satisfied hum when he sees how soaked your cunt is for him.
Jungkook pulls back, winking at you before moving forward to kiss down your body. To where you need him most. His lips adorn every inch of your body and your core ignites when you feel him reach closer to your already naked sex.
Jungkookâs eyes locking onto yours as he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. The garment falls, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze. His hands roam over your body, tracing every curve, every dip, while his lips replaced his fingers, kissing and nibbling along your collarbone, your shoulders, your throat.
âYouâre mine,â he growls against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. âAll mine.â
You shudder from the cold, now completely naked, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he hovers above you. His fingers trail down your stomach, stopping just above where you need him most. He glances up at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief before his fingers dipped lower, sliding through your folds.
âSo wet for me,â he groans, voice dripping with possessiveness. He circles your clit once, twice, before delving inside you, his fingers thrusting deep as he continues to stroke your most sensitive spot.
Jungkookâs thumb was gentle yet insistent as he traced lazy circles around your clit, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You lay back against the plush pillows, your breath hitching as he leans over you, his dark eyes smoldering with desire. His lips brushes against your ear, his voice low and husky as he whispers, âEveryone will see you swollen and know Iâve fucked you.â
You moan, unable to form words as his fingers dip inside you, teasingly slow at first.
Jungkook watches your face intently, his thumb pressing against your clit in a rhythm that has you arching off the bed. âYouâre so hot,â he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval. âSo ready to be bred.â
His fingers move faster now, scissoring inside you while his mouth trailed kisses along your jawline. âTell me,â he demands, his tone commanding yet laced with tenderness. âTell me how much you want this.â
âYes,â you gasp, your hips instinctively meeting his hand. âI want⊠I want you so bad.â
Jungkook chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. âNot just me,â he corrected, his voice growing deeper. âYou want our baby. Tell me.â
Your heart pounds in your chest as the weight of his words settles over you. âI do,â you admit, voice trembling. âI want - oh, God ; I want everything with you.â
Jungkookâs eyes are coloured with a shade of satisfaction, as he adds in another one of his delicious fingers, satiating your ache for more.
You cry out, your hands gripping his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure seeps through you. Jungkookâs free hand moves to your plump ass, squeezing roughly as his fingers pick up speed, plunging in and out of you with increasing urgency.
âTell me,â he demands, his voice gruff. "Tell me whoâs got you soaked."
âYou,â you croon, your voice breaking. âIâm wet for you.â
At your words, he stands, lifting you once again and placing you on the edge of the mattress. His fingers leave your aching core, and you only hope it is replaced by his mouth, the image of his tongue lapping at you with fervor making you shudder.
You cry out his name, your back arching as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.
Jungkook moves his head in front of your cunt, breathing against it deeply, knowing the sensation of his hot breath would spur you on further.
And it certainly does.
You jerk rapidly as Jungkook places a kiss to your clit and your insides constrict, anticipating his next ministration.
âCan I eat you out?,â Jungkook huskily asks. He knows how tired you must be, so he ensures heâs safe to go ahead. Your chest swells with butterflies, in awe of how caring your husband is.
You move forward and cup his cheek, urging him to look towards you. You smile at him brightly, nodding your head and place a quick peck against his swollen lips.
Jungkook is quick to get back in position, paying attention to your leaking cunt again. He lifts your legs over his shoulders, letting them rest there daintily. You lean back, palms planted on the mattress beneath you as you savour the view before you.
Your sexy husband stands before you with his exposed, tanned and Apollo-sculpted body ready to devour you whole. Jungkook breathes against your folds and you quiver with arousal. His hands massage the inside of your thighs, calming your anticipation.
âMy wifeâs so pretty,â he whispers before moving to press a gentle kiss on your clit. You shudder at the sensitivity, bucking your hips into his face, yearning for more.
You run your fingers through his dark tresses, tightening your grip on his scalp. âJungkook, pleasee,â you whine, arching into him more in the hopes that heâll provide you with some form of relief.
âPatience baby,â Jungkook murmurs before jutting out the tip of his tongue and lightly tracing your nether lips. You squirm, moaning his name shamelessly and uttering soft pleas as you mentally pine for more contact from his skillful tongue. Jungkook feels more turned on as he hears you become more needy despite him not having done very much.
âIâve got you, princess,â he growls before licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. He latches onto your quivering cunt, making out with it and sucking on your labia. Jungkook buries himself further as he gathers your slickness on his tongue. You mewl at the euphoric sensation his tongue supplies and he provides you with no mercy as he eats you up with his masterful tongue.
Bucking your hips closer to his face, you wordlessly beg for more and Jungkook abides almost immediately, lapping at your folds like a starved man. He flattens his tongue against your cunt, generously sucking on the pulsing bud. Jungkook groans at the sweet flavour of your juices that has you reeling for more.
He repeatedly licks up your slit shamelessly, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his own neck with no care in the world. He basks in the mess between your legs, chest swelling with pride as he realises itâs all for him. Only him.
âFuck,â he moans into your cunt, âyour pussy always tastes so good. Fucking missed this,â he says as if he hadnât woken you up by eating you out this morning.
His large, tattooed hands fail to stay still. They move from holding your thighs apart to having a tight grip on your ass, pulling you further into him.
âL-love seeing your face between my thighs,â you manage to voice weakly.
âI know you do,â Jungkook replies whilst bringing his thumb to rub against your aching clit. You rut your hips in his face, head falling back as the pleasure washes over you.
âJungkoook, fuckk.â
He buries himself closer into your pulsing folds, nose burrowed deep within. Your hips develop a mind of their own and you begin to grind against his face, practically riding it. Jungkook hums satisfyingly as he moves his hands to rest on your ass again. He probes you forward and rocks your hips back and forth against his face making you grab a fistful of his hair, earning a slight hiss from him.
His hooded eyes meet your own and you send a lazy smirk his way as you rut your hips against his face. Your wetness from riding his nose, chin and tongue glistens on his skin which somehow turns you on more.
âAhh shit,â you cry out, internally thanking the Heavens above that your cabin is located in a secluded area. You only hope Areum doesnât wake up.
Whilst you continue to ride his face, Jungkook licks up and around your folds ravenously and his fingers bore into the meat of your ass.
He angles himself better and secures his lips down around your mound, dragging his tongue around until he latches onto your sensitive clit again. You moan lewdly and lurch when you feel Jungkook press his devious tongue against your throbbing bud.
âIâm gonna come!â You cry out, riding his face at a faster pace and your grip on his hair becoming tighter. Jungkook suckles your clit, tongue running through your folds, providing you with eons of paradisiacal pleasure. He shoves his face deeper into your cunt, violently capturing it with his plush, swollen lips and his grasp on you becomes harder.
You feel him smirk against you before he brings those bunny teeth of his and bites down on your clit. Your body jolts at the impact, but still manages to send hot, orgasmic spikes of arousal through your veins.
âOh fuck,â you sharply moan, the need to come undone too prominent now.
âCome for me, angel,â he coos at you, hands moving to soothe your lower back. His dulcet voice does it for you and you feel your orgasm wash over you vigorously. Your hips grind against your husband's stupidly handsome face and he laps at your palpitating pussy.
Your mind spins and stomach bubbles as you come down from your high. Jungkook continues his assault, lapping at thecum that stains your cunt before he pulls away. You meet his desperate eyes, shimmering lips and a scandalous grin as he pants harshly.
You beckon him to you eagerly, hands growing taxed as you reach for his sweaty neck and pull him in for an all too chaste kiss. Smothering your mouth with his, you groan as you taste your essence on his enticing lips.
You devour his mouth, nibbling at his plump lower lip.
âGod, youâre so fucking perfect.â
You chuckle at him simping over you once again, tugging him closer. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist and continue to mouth at him languidly, tongues tangling together.
Jungkook smiles against you, gushing at your sudden boldness. He runs his hand up and down the expanse of your back, gleefully continuing to make out with you.
But he isnât done yet. When you were teetering on the brink, Jungkook pulls away, standing and stripping off his own clothes in seconds. His cock is hard and throbbing, and you canât help but reach for him, your fingers curling around his length.
âNot yet,â he growls, stepping back. Jungkook positions himself between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance.
âLook at me,â he commands, his eyes boring into yours. âIâm fucking you full of my cum tonight.â
With that, he thrust inside you, filling you completely. You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he claims you, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Every thrust is deliberate, every movement calculated to bring you both to the edge.
Jungkookâs hands grips your thighs, holding you steady as he pounds into you. âFuck, you feel so good,â he moans, voice ragged. âAlways so tight and ready for her husband.â
You cling to him, legs wrapping around his slim waist as you meet every thrust, your bodies moving as one. The tension between you is electric, crackling in the air as you both race toward release.
Then, without warning, Jungkook pulls out, flipping you onto your back and positioning himself between your legs once more. He grabs hold of your hips, lifting you slightly before slamming back into you.
âRide me,â he demands with his sultry voice.
âJungkook!â you cry, your hips rising to meet his, your body instinctively obeying his command. You shift your position, your core contracting around him as you take control, riding him with everything you had.
âJungkook, you fuck me so good.â
âI know baby, I know,â he says, almost condescendingly.
Jungkookâs hands grips your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he guides you with precision. You feel the intensity of his desire in every movement, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, âRide your husbandâs dick like you mean it.â His voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down your spine.
You obey without hesitation, rising slowly at first, the sensation of him inside you igniting a fire that spreads through your core. Your breasts bounce gently with each upward motion, the weight of them reminding you of how close you both are to this shared dream.
Jungkookâs eyes never leave yours, his dark irises locked onto your gaze as if he can see straight into your soul. There is no doubt that he probably could.
âFaster,â he urges, his hand moving from your hip to your thigh, encouraging you to pick up the pace. You comply, drawing in a sharp breath as your body adjusted to the rhythm.
The room is quiet except for the sound of your bodies colliding, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing softly. Jungkookâs other hand finds your breast, kneading it roughly as his thumb brushed across your nipple, sending electric shocks through your system.
âDo you feel how ready you are for me?â he murmurs, his voice dripping with possessive heat. âYour body is perfect, so wet, so tight for me.â His words sent a wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you canât help but moan loudly, your head falling back as you surrender to the sensations.
Jungkook takes advantage of your distracted state, shifting his hold on you and flipping you onto your back once more. His chest pressed against yours, his weight grounding you as he begins to thrust deeply, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.
âTell me you want this,â he demands, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. âTell me you want my baby.â
The intensity of his question catches you off guard, but the truth is already bubbling up from deep within you. âYes,â you whine, clutching at his shoulders as his thrusts grow more urgent. âI want you, I want this⊠want us.â
His response is rough, hips snapping forward as he drives into you with renewed vigor. âGood girl,â he praises, his voice thick with arousal.
âSo good for me.â He reaches between you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in circles that synced perfectly with his movements.
You cry out, your body arching off the bed as the pleasure builds higher and higher. Jungkookâs hand moves again, this time slipping lower, two fingers pressing into you alongside his cock. âGod, youâre so wet for me,â he notes, voice strained. âSo ready to become a mother again.â
The combination of his fingers and his cock was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your body lighting up like a firework. You can feel the orgasm building, closer and closer until there is no holding it back.
âJungkook!â you scream his name, your body convulsing around him as you come, stars bursting behind your closed eyelids.
He doesnât stop, not even for a second. If anything, his movements become more intense, his breathing ragged as he chases his own release. âStay with me, baby,â he commanded, his voice gravelly. âDonât let go yet.â
You cling to him, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he continues to pound into you, his fingers still working their magic. âAlmost there,â he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his climax. âAlmostâŠâ
And then he freezes, his body tensing as he comes inside you with a deep groan, his seed spilling into you with an urgency that betrays his desperation to make this moment real. âMine,â he says roughly, voice breaking as he collapses onto you, his breathing heavy.
For a long moment, neither of you speak, the only sound heard is the rapid beating of your combined hearts.
Jungkookâs lips find yours, kissing you deeply as if sealing the promise they had just made.
âThis is just the beginning,â he whispers against your lips, his voice filled with conviction.
âOur family starts here,â Jungkook affirms, caressing your hips softly.
The morning sun crept over the horizon, its golden rays slipping through the cabinâs frosted windows and telling you a story that today will be a perfect day.
You stir first, the soft glow coaxing you from the cocoon of blankets. Jungkook is still fast asleep beside you, his face relaxed in a way that makes your heart swell. His hair was tousled, his lips slightly parted, one arm flung protectively over your waist as if even in sleep, he couldnât bear to let you go.
Careful not to wake him, you shift slightly, your gaze falling on the fireplace across the room. The embers had long since died, leaving a bed of ash that glowed faintly in the morning light. Outside, the snow glittered like diamonds, untouched and pristine.
Last night replays in your mind, every whispered word and shared touch lingering like a secret promise. A soft blush warms your cheeks as you rest a hand on your stomach, wondering, hoping.
Before your thoughts spiral further, Jungkook groans beside you, his arm tightening around you as his eyes flutter open. He blinks a few times, his face slowly breaking into a sleepy smile as he finds you watching him.
âMorning,â he sighs, his voice rough with sleep.
âMorning, baby,â you respond, brushing a strand of hair from his face and leaning in to kiss his forehead.
Jungkook leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed again for a brief moment. âYouâre glowing,â he says softly, cracking one eye open to peek at you.
You chuckle, shaking your head. âYou always say that.â
âBecause itâs always true,â Jungkook pronounces confidently, pulling you closer until your foreheads touch. âLast nightâŠâ His voice trails off, a grin spreading across his face. âLetâs just say I think weâve got good odds.â
Your stomach turns at the memory of Jungkook fucking you so intensely. Youâd been at it most of the night, Jungkook wanting to try as many positions as possible. Your husband's stamina was as high as the chances of you being pregnant already.
âConfident, are we?â you tease, though your heart is still skipping at the thought.
âWith you? Always.â
The two of you lay there for a while longer, wrapped up in each other and the promise of what was to come. Eventually, the sound of tiny feet padding down the stairs broke the peaceful quiet.
âEomma!â Areumâs voice calls out, bright and cheerful.
Jungkook groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck. âSheâs too good at waking up early,â he mumbles, making you laugh. âI thought I might be lucky enough to have you ride me into being fully awake.â
âCome on,â you chuckle, nudging him playfully. âIâll ride you later.â
With a sigh and a mumble of âyou betterâ, Jungkook rolls out of bed, grabbing a pair of fresh boxers from the open suitcase and tossing his hoodie to you.
âGet it on, we donât need to show her our anatomy just yet.â
You chuckle, quickly slip the hoodie over your head, before padding out to meet Areum, who stands at the bottom of the stairs clutching her favourite stuffed bunny.
âThereâs snow everywhere!â she exclaims, her eyes wide with excitement.
âI know, princess,â Jungkook brightly says, scooping her up into his arms. âMaybe after breakfast, we can go outside and build the biggest snowman youâve ever seen.â
âReally?â Areumâs face lit up, her joy infectious. âBigger than the one at yoonie samchonâs house?â
âOf course,â he replies, pressing a kiss to her temple. âOurs will be much better.â
That competitive streak will never die.
You watch them with a soft smile, the sight of Jungkook cradling her so naturally makes your heart ache in the best way.
âEomma, youâll help too, right?â Areum asks, turning her bright eyes on you as she finally notices your presence.
âOf course,â you warmly respond, reaching out to take her into your arms. âI wouldnât miss it.â
As the three of you settle into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes filling the air. A quiet sense of peace lingers and you feel whole.
Jungkook catches your eye over the rim of his coffee mug, his lips quirking into a small, knowing smile. He didn't say anything, but he didnât need to. You knew. You always did.
Whatever the future held, whatever new adventures or challenges lay ahead, you knew youâd face them together.
And maybe, just maybe, there was already a tiny spark of new life waiting to join your little family.
A Quiet Christmas was exactly what you needed.
You reach for your phone, capturing a photo of your husband and Areum scrunching their noses as they laugh at one another.
The photo is quick to make it to your instagram, with a sweet caption that summarises it all.
Our Quiet Christmas.
And there we have it! I hope dad!jk made you feel as cosy as I felt writing this đŠą! Merry Christmas, my loves ; I hope you have a wonderful Christmas đ.
Here is my masterlist if you would like to check out my other works <3
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shotgunning a cigar while grinding in origins!loganâs lap đ”âđ«đ”âđ«



steal away | logan howlett
pairing: origins!logan x afab!reader
i literally canât stop thinking about smoking with logan, whether it be the two of you stepping out for a quick smoke break, to him busting out a cigar after the two of you just had sex. like ohmygaaaawd. i need to be put down. thank you anon for giving me another scenario to fantasize about >_<
content/tags: nsfw, minors dni, 18+ only, suggestive content, dry humping, grinding, pet names (princess, doll, etc.), teasing, very very subtle dom/sub vibes.
you could see him all riled up when he comes back home from work, his muscles aching and soreâbegging for your attention.
he flops onto the couch, his legs splayed, both arms resting across the backrest of the couch. and tilts his head back, spotting an upside-down version of you typing away furiously on your laptop keyboard.
a little whistle escapes out from the corner of his lips, grabbing your attention. he flashes you a coquettish smile, his hands gesturing to come join him on the couch.
you follow his command with no hesitation, wanting any excuse to get away from workâsending chains of corporate emails could only get so interesting.
pulling his legs together, he pats his quads. âcâmere princess, need to get a good look at you,â he mumbles, reaching over to the coffee table to grab a cigar.
you help logan, passing him the straight cutter placed alongside the ashtray, playfully pulling the rusted lighter he kept in the chest pocket of his flannel.
you flicked the lighter, shielding the flame from the cool breeze that lingered from an opened window in the kitchen.
his scent floods your senses as you lean into him with the lighter in your hands, his lips wrapped tightly around the cigarâthe strong musk of wood and amber. the unique smell of him when he comes back from the lumberyard.
taking your hand in his, he guides the lighter to the end of the cigar. loganâs hazel eyes bore into yours as the smoke floods between the two of you, reluctantly letting your hand go.
âcanât get enough of you, darlin,â he grumbles out the corner of his mouth, followed with a puff of smoke.
you place the lighter and cutter over to the side, which eventually would be lost between the cushions later tonight.
his hands move their way to the small of your back, the calloused pads of his fingertips teasing their way underneath your nightgown.
a small gasp slips out from your lips as his hands continue to work at your skinâit felt as if you were on fire, his cold hands roaming further down, playfully tugging at the waistband of your panties.
your hands steady themselves on his brooding shoulders, giving him a little squeeze of affection. âit tickles, logan,â you chuckle, resting your head against his chest, eyelashes fluttering against him.
you can feel him exhale in response, his hands making their way to your ass, grasping at the plump flesh. âsorry, doll. just canât keep my hands off you.â
you whine against him, and before you know it, your hips start to move on their own; the steady rhythm of your grinding matched the way his chest faltered up and down, feeling his length grow beneath you.
he gives you a slight tap on the ass, signaling for you to look back at him. âeyes up, princess,â he lulls into the shell of your ear before you pull back to meet his gaze.
âwanna taste?â logan asks, pulling the cigar away from his lips. the timbre of his voice making the offer even more tempting.
you nod your head eagerly, moving your hand from his shoulder to reach for the cigar, but he teasingly pulls it further away from you grasp, a tsk escaping from the corner of his mouth.
âuse your words, princess.â
âcan i have a taste, lo?â you respond rather hastily, your eyes flicking back and forth from the cigar to his lips, curled forming an impish smirk.
âcâmon. youâre missing something,â he taunts, raising his eyebrow.
âplease?â you sweetly add, rutting your hips against him as an added oomph to your little request.
ââatta girl,â he groans, feeling his cock twitch at the friction, nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass to ground himself.
with his other hand, he pulls the cigar back between his lips, deeply inhaling, letting the smoke linger in his mouth for a bit, and rests the cigar against the ashtray.
his face now a mere inch away from yours, he firmly grips your chin, and you slack your jaw open, your plump lips parted.
logan then steadily shotguns the smoke into your mouthâthe heady aroma of ash and tinder flooding your senses, followed by the rush of the nicotine entering your bloodstream.
the buzz made everything feel more pleasurable, intense. the way his nose gently nudged against yours sent a shiver down your spine, the way you felt his dick grow even bigger made you press your pelvis into his further.
your head finds its way back nestled deep into his chest, and your hips seem to have a mind of its own as you continue to grind sensually against him.
âsuch a needy girl, huh?â logan teases, his hands guiding your hips, allowing you to rut faster against him.
âmissed you so bad, lo. waited for you all day to come back home,â you whine, pressing kisses against him, the coarse hair of his chest riling you further.
âwell, youâre in for a treat tonight, princessâŠâ
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Revenge and Reconciliation

Pairing: Ex gfs Bound!Agatha x Witch!Reader
Summary: When the hex shatters, the bond between you and Agatha reignites with a force too raw to ignore. Confronting her after decades of anger, betrayal, and yearning, youâre determined to make her pay. Power, passion, and a collision of unresolved emotions blur the line between vengeance and surrender.
Tags: Bitter Ex Gfs, Smut, Revenge Sex, Emotional Angst, Power Dynamics, Magic-Infused Sex, Magic Strap, Magic Cum, Magic Wrists Restraints, Slight Degradation, Cum Powered Reconciliation, Revenge Gets Sticky, Sub!Agatha (I know, wtf), Writing Sub Agatha Feels Illegal, Is It Subbing If She Still Wins Tho?
Word count: 6.6k
A/N: I wrote this fic as an attempt to wrestle my way out of the creative block thatâs been clinging to me like an overly affectionate stray cat. I donât think itâs the best thing I could have written, and Iâm not entirely convinced by it, but the idea had been gathering dust on my list for a while, so here we are.
The concept of sub!Agatha has always intrigued meâmostly because, in my mind, itâs about as rare as a solar eclipse. I usually stick to writing Dom!Agatha, but hey, I think sub!Agatha is canon-compliant too⊠just in that âblink and youâll miss it, alignment of the magical cosmosâ kind of way.
For this fic, I decided to throw caution (and some very own personal hcs) to the wind and see if I could somehow make that dynamic work in an x Reader setting. Did I nail it? Definitely not. Do I feel like I truly captured the elusive sub!Agatha vibe that lives rent-free in my head? Eh, weâll call it a work in progress. Maybe Iâll take another swing at it someday. For now, hereâs my first attemptâenjoy! đ
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Itâs subtle at firstâa faint ripple in the air, like a string pulled taut and suddenly slackened. But you feel it, deep in your body and soul, as if the ground beneath you shifted.Â
The hex is broken.Â
Agatha.
Her name lingers in your mind like a curse, dragging with it a torrent of emotions youâve spent decades trying to bury.
Fury, white-hot and all-consuming, surges to the surface, clawing at the walls youâve built around it. You can feel it all, the bitterness, the pain, the endless ache of betrayal.
Yet everything feels shushed by the unmistakable pull of her magic, faint but familiar, like the distant hum of a melody you canât forget.
Youâve tried to sever this bond more times than you can count, poured every ounce of power into cutting the thread of magic that still ties you to her.Â
But it never worked. Years of spells, rituals, and desperate attempts to scrape her magic from your soul couldnât erase that connection, that cruel reminder of the love you once shared.
You donât want to feel her. You donât want to feel anything.
But with the hex shattered, sheâs thereâeverywhere. The memories rise like a tide, drowning you in the ghost of what once was.Â
The warmth of her fingers, trailing just long enough to leave a fire in their wake. Her voice, low and teasing, laced with promises that made your heart race. You remember the way she laughed, genuine and unguarded when she let herself forget the world, or the way her lips curled into a smirk when she caught you staring, daring you to look away. Those stolen nights, when her touch was tender and her kisses slow, felt endless, like she was giving you pieces of her no one else had ever seen.
And then⊠nothing.Â
She left. Without a word. Without a reason. Without even a shred of decency to say goodbye. She disappeared like smoke, leaving only the cold, bitter truth: it meant nothing. You meant nothing.
The memories crash to a halt, mocking you, shaming you, for ever believing she could be anything more than one of her masterly crafted lies.Â
Your magic surges in response, wild and vengeful, begging for release. You clench your fists, trying to ground yourself, but itâs futile. Her presenceâor the absence of itâcalls to you.
Itâs been decades, but the wound is as raw as the day she abandoned you, as sharp as the moment you realized she wasnât coming back.Â
But you wonât give her the chance to run this time.
Without hesitation, you focus your energy, feeling the familiar pull of teleportation. The world shifts, and when you open your eyes, youâre standing outside her house in Westview. Itâs dark and unassuming, the air around it heavy with the remnants of the hexâs magic.
The door slams open with a burst of energy, the wood groaning under the force of your magic. The faint remnants of Wandaâs hex still cling to the air, a metallic tang that pricks at your senses, but theyâre nothing compared to the oppressive weight of her presence.
Agatha is sprawled on the couch as if she hasnât a care in the world, her posture loose and unbothered despite the clear signs of exhaustion clinging to her.Â
Her dark hair, longer than you remember, tumbles around her shoulders in wild, mussed waves, catching the light like ink kissed by moonlight. Her clothes are rumpled, the lines of her blouse wrinkled and her jeans have clearly seen better days, but somehow the disarray only adds to her maddening allure.Â
And then thereâs her faceâthose sharp cheekbones, that pale, smooth skin, and the glint in her icy blue eyes that even now refuses to dim.Â
She looks up at you, her smirk curling with the same audacity thatâs haunted you for decades, and for a moment, you hate how effortlessly breathtaking she is, how your heart still skips a beat whenever her eyes meet yours. Even now, even when sheâs powerless.
âWell, well.â she drawls, tilting her head, her voice laced with a defiance she has no right to feel. âCome to gloat?â
You take a step inside and the air shifts, charged with the force of your presence. For the first time in decades, youâre the one with the power, and Agathaâbound, powerless, and aloneâis at your mercy.
âYou look terrible.â you say, your voice sharp, cutting. âWhat happened to the all-powerful Agatha Harkness? Shouldnât you be out scheming, manipulating, destroying lives? Oh, waitââ. You step closer, savoring the way her smirk falters, âYou canât.â
Agathaâs smirk snaps back into place, but thereâs a flickerâtiny, fleetingâof something behind her eyes. Fear? No, she wouldnât let you see that. Regret? That would be even more shocking. Whatever it is, itâs gone in an instant.
âYouâve got quite the mouth on you.â she says, leaning back against the couch. âI guess that hasnât changed.â
Your jaw tightens, so hard youâre lucky you donât chip a tooth. The sheer audacity of her, lounging there like she hasnât single-handedly fueled centuries of your bitterness, makes your magic flare.Â
The air around you hums with tension, a wave of heat radiating from your skin, but she doesnât even flinch. Of course she doesnât. Why would she? Agatha has always been maddeningly immune to the consequences of her actions.Â
âDonât you dare pretend nothing happened.â you snap, stepping closer until youâre towering over her. âYou left, Agatha. You abandoned me without a word. No explanation, no goodbyeâjust gone. Do you have any idea what that did to me?â
âI had my reasons.â she murmurs, voice quieter now, almost too quiet.
Your laugh is cold, bitter. âReasons? Thatâs the best you can come up with? You destroyed me, Agatha. For decades, I tried to understand why, to make sense of how I meant so little to you.â
Her lips part as if to speak, but no words come out. For a moment, just a moment, you see something raw in her gazeâa vulnerability sheâs trying desperately to hide.
âDonât.â you say sharply, your magic flaring brighter. âDonât you dare try to justify what you did. You donât get to play the victim.â
Her smirk falls back into place, but itâs weaker now, almost brittle.Â
âYouâre really milking this righteous fury thing, arenât you?â she quips, though her voice lacks its usual bite. âWhat do you want, then? Revenge? Closure? Or did you just miss me?â
The last question catches you off guard, her tone teasing but her eyes searching. Your magic is screaming at you to be unleashed, the rage bubbling so close to the surface as you lean in closer, your face inches from hers.
âWhat I want,â you say, your voice low and dangerous, âis for you to feel even a fraction of the pain you caused me.â
The heat of your fury presses down on her, forcing her back into the couch. Her sharp tongue falters, her bravado slipping just enough for you to see it: the crack in her armor, the shadow of fear in her eyes.
âGive me one good reason,â you hiss, venom drenching your tone, âwhy I shouldnât end this now. Why I shouldnât take everything from you the way you took everything from me.â
âBecause you still love me.â
Five words, and everything youâve built comes crashing down.
It festers like an old wound torn open, flesh ripped apart to reveal something gory beneath, bleeding and pulsing. Itâs a visceral pain that feels like it might consume you whole, a dark, twisting ache that blooms in your chest and radiates outward.
Your grip on your magic falters, and for a fleeting second, you see her as she was all those years agoâthe woman who once held your heart in her hands, who kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered.
The memory bleeds into the present, stark and jarring, clashing with the image of the woman before you now. Sheâs still breathtaking, but thereâs a hollowness in her now, a shadow where the fire used to burn brightest.Â
The contrast churns something bitter and broken inside youâresentment, grief, yearning, perhaps all three at once. Itâs unbearable, the way the past and present collide, leaving you adrift in the space between what was and what is.
You force yourself to recoil, your magic snapping back to you as if burned.Â
âLove?â you spit, the word a venomous hiss that cuts through the charged air between you. âYou think I could still love you after everything you did? I fucking hate you, Agatha.â
Her laughter startles youâa sharp, bitter sound that carries no joy, only a rawness that sinks deep under your skin. Itâs the laugh of someone whoâs long since made peace with their own destruction.
âHateâs just love thatâs been shattered to pieces.â she says, her voice cracking, the edges sharp enough to draw blood. âAnd we both know youâve been holding onto those shards for decades.â
You want to deny it, to unleash every ounce of fury youâve carried for all these years, to rip her apart for daring to speak such a painful truth aloud.
But you canât.
And itâs in this moment of hesitation, of vulnerability, that the rage in your chest shiftsâtwisting into something far more dangerous.
The bond between you roars, electric and alive, as if responding to your emotions. Itâs always been there, tethering you to her no matter how much you tried to sever it. And now, itâs pulling you closer, wrapping around you like dense smoke.
Itâs infuriating. Itâs intoxicating. And you fucking missed it.
Even bound and powerless, Agatha looks at you as if sheâs still in control, as if the years of pain and betrayal youâve carried mean nothing.
Her eyes narrow, a glint of recognition flashing in that unnervingly sharp gaze. She sees it, she feels it, the way her words have struck a nerve. And, of course, she pounces on it.
âWhatâs the matter, hon?â she purrs, her voice a sickeningly sweet mockery of concern. âCanât decide whether to kill me or fuck me?â
The words land like a match to gasoline, igniting a fire itâs far too late to extinguish. The line youâve been toeing shatters, and before you can stop yourself, you close the final distance between you in one swift movement, your hand wrapping around her throat as you press her back against the couch.Â
Her smirk doesnât leave her lipsâif anything, it deepens, her breath catching just slightly as her eyes gleam with something dark and infuriatingly pleased.
You can feel her pulse under your fingertips, quick and unsteady, and it only feeds the chaos roiling inside you.
âYou donât get to say that.â you hiss, leaning closer until your face is inches from hers. âYou donât get to act like this is a game.â
âAnd what if it is?â she murmurs, her voice low, almost daring. âWhat if thatâs all weâve ever been?â
The anger in your chest twists, warping into something raw and untamed. You hate her. You want her. The two emotions bleed together, inseparable, consuming.
Your grip on her throat tightensânot enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who has the power now. She doesnât fight you, but she doesnât look away either.
âYou have no idea what youâve done to me.â you say, your voice shaking with the weight of everything youâve held back. âNo idea what itâs been like to carry thisâthis anger, this pain, this fucking bond I canât escape.â
Of course, you donât expect her to apologize, she never would, but the flicker of regret in her eyes is louder than words.
The bond between you hums again, relentless and unyielding, pulling you closer even as you try to resist. You do hate her, but you also canât deny the way her presence calls to you, the way her magicâeven diminishedâfeels like a part of you.
âWhy, Agatha?â you demand, your voice breaking as you lean in closer. âWhy did you leave? Why did youââ
She cuts you off by brushing her lips against yours in the barest hint of contact. Itâs not a kiss, not yet, but it steals the breath from your lungs all the same.Â
As her breath mingles with yours, the world collapses to the infinitesimal space between your lips, a charged, aching void that demands to be closed.
And then, as if honoring that demand, she closes the distance.Â
Her lips crash onto yours in a kiss that isnât tenderâitâs a storm, a battle, a clash of wills. Her mouth moves against yours with a desperation that feels like surrender, but thereâs no mistaking the way she bites at your lower lip, as if daring you to take more.
You growl low in your throat, the sound vibrating against her lips as your hands find her hips, pinning her harder against the couch. She arches into you, her body a perfect, infuriating fit against yours, and the bond between you flares alive, pulling you deeper into the chaos of her.
Her tongue meets yours, and itâs moltenâhot and demanding, tangled in a rhythm that feels like a fight for dominance neither of you is willing to lose. The couch creaks beneath you as you press her down, your weight covering hers completely, your hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp into your mouth.
This isnât forgiveness. It isnât reconciliation. Itâs unfiltered emotion, punishment and possession, everything youâve bottled up for decades exploding in a collision of anger and desire that leaves no room for restraint.
With a flick of your wrist, her clothes dissolve into shimmering wisps of magic, vanishing like smoke into the air. Whatâs left behind steals the breath from your lungs despite every part of you screaming not to react, not to let her affect you like this.
The sight of Agathaâs bare body, a masterpiece of soft curves and sharp angles, reignites memories you thought youâd buriedâthe way her skin once felt beneath your hands, how her body moved in perfect synch with yours, every sound she made etched into your soul.
Itâs been decades since you last saw her like this, but time has done nothing to dull her power over you.Â
Your pulse thunders in your ears, heat spreading like wildfire through your veins as your gaze trails over her, lingering on the lines of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the way her thighs tremble ever so slightly.
Sheâs bound and powerless in every possibile sense of the words, yet somehow she still holds the upper hand.
Her lips curl into the faintest smirk as if she knows exactly what sheâs doing to you. âStill as easy to impress as ever, I see.â
The words snap you out of your trance, a surge of irritation mingling with the desire coursing through you.Â
With another flick of your wrist, ropes of magic coil around her wrists, pulling them together and suspending them above her head. The glowing bonds crackle with energy, casting faint light over her bare skin.Â
Her smirk falters, just slightly, as she tugs against the restraints, her muscles flexing in defiance and testing their hold.
And itâs thatâthat small attempt at resistance, her futile struggle against the bonds youâve createdâthat makes something snap inside you.Â
Itâs not just powerâitâs the realization that she, the woman whoâs haunted your every waking thought and dream, is finally yours to control. The intensity of it almost scares you, the way it spreads through your chest like spilled ink, staining every corner of your mind in pitch black.
Itâs a visceral, consuming need to claim her, to fill her, to mark her in a way that will sear into her soul, leaving no room for doubt or escape. The hunger burns through you, fierce and unrelenting, every ounce of your power thrumming with it, shaping itself into something tangible, something undeniable.
Your lower clothing dissolves into shimmering magic, leaving you partially bareâbut not fully. The vulnerability of complete nakedness is a luxury you canât afford. Not right now. Not with Agatha. You want the contrast to be starkâher, stripped of everything, exposed and powerless beneath you, while you remain in control. Itâs a statement, a reminder, that here, now, youâre the one with the upper hand.
And then, as though summoned by your need, the strap materializes. And itâs not just magicâitâs a part of you, an extension of your body.Â
The weight of it settles against your hips, grounding you, the connection immediate and intimate, as if itâs always been there.
Your gaze drops for a moment, drawn to the way your cock stands proud and commanding, and a smirk tugs at your lips. You take in its size, the thick, substantial girth that demands attention. You make no effort to hide your satisfaction as your hand wraps firmly around its base, stroking it in slow, deliberate movements that make your intent unmistakable.
Agathaâs eyes widen, her own gaze falling to your cock before flicking back to your face. Her lips part slightly, and her tongue darts out to wet them in a motion so instinctive, so sinful, that it sends a fresh jolt of heat through you.
For once, she seems utterly at a loss for words, the sharp wit youâve come to expect from her silenced by the weight of the moment, and by you.
âSpeechless?â you ask, your tone dripping with mockery. âNot like you.â
âWell,â she manages, clicking her tongue, her voice laced with an edge of forced confidence, âyouâve certainly⊠outdone yourself.â
You press the tip against her thigh, watching as her body tenses and her breath hitches. Slowly, teasingly, you trail it upward, letting it graze her glistening folds but never quite giving her what she wants.Â
You see all of her defiance falter the second you tap the tip against her clit. You do it multiple times, teasing her until sheâs a panting mess, her chest heaving as her body completely betrays her.Â
And yet, her eyes stay locked on yours, burning with a mix of frustration and longing.
âLook at you,â you murmur, your hand sliding back to her throat, wrapping around it just enough to keep her grounded. Her pulse races beneath your fingers, and you feel her body relax into your touch, her submission becoming more evident with every passing second. âYouâre supposed to be the powerful one, remember? The one whoâs always in control. How does it feel to be at my mercy?â
She doesnât answerânot with words. Instead, a broken moan escapes her lips as you finally push the tip of your cock into her. The sensation shoots through you like lightning, raw and electric, and you canât stop the low hum that escapes your lips.
âSo wet for someone who acts like sheâs above it all.â you say, your voice carrying a teasing lilt. âTell me, Agathaâdo you always get this needy when youâre powerless? Or is it just for me?â
Her cheeks flush, and she glares at you, but the humiliation in her eyes only makes your smirk deepen. She tilts her hips toward you in an attempt to take more, the motion drawing a smug chuckle from your throat.
âPathetic.â you mock, âYou used to have me on my knees, begging for you. And here you are now, so desperate for my cock you canât even hide it.â
Her lips part in a sharp, trembling intake of breath, her chest rising and falling as her wrists strain futilely against the glowing restraints above her head.Â
âYou think youâre in control now?â she spits, though her voice trembles. âThat this makes you powerful?â
You laugh, cold and merciless, leaning in until your breath fans across the shell of her ear.Â
âOh, I donât think.â you whisper, your words nothing but a cruel taunt. âI know.â
To drive the point home, you push deeper, and the wet, obscene sound of her body yielding to you fills the room.Â
Sheâs molten, deliciously tight, and her slick heat draws you in like a drug. Every inch you sink into her feels like a conquest, you can feel how her body stretches to take you, how her walls tremble and clench around the pleasurable intrusion, pulling you deeper as if begging for more.Â
The sensation is so vivid, so overwhelming, that a loud, unrestrained moan tears from your lips.
âSeems like Iâm not the only needy one.â she murmurs, her voice trembling but cutting nevertheless. âSuch pretty sounds for me.â
Her words strike a nerve, and the moment they register, your hips snap forward in one sharp, punishing thrust, driving the strap so deep your hips collide with hers.Â
The impact sends a jolt through both of you, her sharp cry echoing through the air before itâs cut off as your fingers tighten around her throat.
âIs that what you wanted? Mmh?â you hiss, your voice trembling with the effort to stay in control. âTo be fucked like this? To feel what itâs like to be under me for once?â
She doesnât respond, her voice swallowed by a series of breathless moans as you pull back and thrust in again, setting a slow, languid rhythm that feels more like a claim than a motion.Â
You want to break herâbut not physically. Even now, even with the all this anger coursing through you, the thought of truly hurting her is unthinkable. You know youâre big, and despite everything, you couldnât forgive yourself if you let the fury bleeding into your movements cause her pain.
Instead, you pour that intensity into control, into precision, into the way you angle your hips just right to drag your length against every sensitive spot inside her. The sound of her wetness grows louder with each thrust, mingling with the faint creak of the couch beneath you.
âGods.â you murmur, your free hand gripping her hip to steady yourself. âYou feel that, donât you? How wet you are for me? How much you want this?â
Her head nods slightly, the motion almost instinctive, as if her body answers before her mind has time to process, before the final syllable of your last question even hangs in the air.
âYesâfuck.â she whispers, the word trembling on her lips. âYes, Iââ
âLouder!â you command, your tone sharp as you feel itâa fresh gush of wetness enveloping you, slick and hot, pulling you in.Â
âYes!â she screams, her voice cracking under the weight of her need. âI want itâI want you.â
Her admission is a spark to the inferno raging inside you, and you give in to it, your magic surging wildly.Â
Your pace quickens, your hips snapping forward with growing intensity, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, the slap of your hips against hers a relentless cadence of possession that blends with her cries.
Her wrists pull at the restraints while her back arches and her moans rise higher, each one a testament to your power over her, a surrender you claim with every punishing thrust.
Your gaze drops involuntarily, drawn to the mesmerizing rhythm of her breasts bouncing in time with your movements, and the sight instantly makes your mouth water. The memory of their softness, the way they felt against your tongue and lips, rushes back unbidden, igniting a primal urge to lean down and take one into your mouth.
But you catch yourself, clenching your jaw against the temptation. This isnât about her pleasure. Youâre not here to make her enjoy herself. Youâre here to ruin her, to make her crumble under your control.
âFuck, donât stop.â she whispers, her voice breaking. âDonât you dare fucking stop.â
Your eyes snap back to hers, a wicked grin spreading across your lips as your grip on her throat loosens, your hand sliding down to join the other on her hips. With both hands anchoring her in place, your pace grows ruthless, each thrust drawing louder and more desperate sounds from her.
Her walls tighten around you, squeezing your cock as the connection between you deepens, your magic tangling with hers in a way that feels both chaotic and inevitable.
And then, just as you feel teetering on the edge of release, you pull back, slowing to a maddening pace.Â
Your thrusts become shallow, deliberate teases that barely fill her, leaving her gasping and writhing beneath you. Her frustration is palpable, her hips bucking in search of relief, but you hold her steady, a cruel smirk curling your lips.
âYouâre so close, arenât you?â you purr, each word dripping with satisfaction. âJust say the word, Agatha. Beg me, and Iâll let you come.â
Her body tenses beneath you, every muscle taut as she fights the command with everything she has, struggling to cling to the last fleeting semblance of control. Even as her thighs quiver and her hips twitch uncontrollably, her pride holds her back, refusing to surrender to you so easily.
But as each thrust reminds her of what sheâs being denied, drawing out her torment, her nails curl into her palms, her jaw tightens, and her resolve cracks little by little under the relentless pressure.Â
Finally, her head tilts back, her voice breaking as the words tear from her throat. âPleaseâfuck⊠please, let me come.â
Her words ignite something feral and all-consuming. Power surges through your veins, setting your every nerve ablaze as you answer her desperate plea and resume fucking her with renewed vigor.Â
You slam into her with brutal force, each thrust hitting that soft, devastatingly perfect spot inside her that makes her entire body jerk beneath you. Her eyes roll back, her cries turning into incoherent, panting moans that fuel the raw, insatiable need driving your every motion.
âThatâs it.â you growl, your hand sliding down to her clit. You circle it with fast, precise movements, your fingers slick with her arousal as you push her closer to the edge. âCome for me, Agatha. Come on my cock.â
Her moans climb higher, until they peak in a scream that tears through the air as the tension within her shatters all at once.Â
Agathaâs orgasm bursts forth like a supernova, bright and devastating, her walls clenching and spasming around you in rhythmic pulses that leave you breathless. She cries out your name, her voice splintering into a sob as her body quakes with the force of her release.
The sight of herâhead thrown back, lips parted, her chest heaving as she trembles in the throes of ecstasyâis almost enough to undo you. But you donât stop. You keep pounding into her, forcing her to take every inch over and over as you drive her higher, helping her ride out each wave of her climax.
And then, as you revel in the way sheâs gripping you as though she never wants to let you go, and your own release threatens to overtake you, you falter. Â
Because her eyesâhalf-lidded, blown wide, and dark with needâlock onto yours, piercing through the haze of control youâve clung to. Her lips part, trembling, and her voice cuts through the storm.
âFuckâplease, baby.â she gasps, each word breaking into a whimper that makes your stomach tighten and your magic throb. âCome inside me. I need itâneed to feel it, need you to fill me up.
Thatâs it. Her words, how she begged for it, the pet name falling so effortlessly from her lips, the raw desperation in her voice, the sheer thought of filling her up with your cum, of watching her take every drop like sheâs made for it. Itâs all more than enough to tip you over the edge.
How utterly ruined she looks beneath you only adds to it, and whatever fragile grip you had on your restraint shatters instantly, obliterated by the force of her need.
Your hips snap forward in one last devastating thrust, burying your cock into her as deep as it can go, your climax slamming into you like an explosion.Â
And then it happens.
The magic within you surges implacably, a relentless flood that erupts deep inside her in thick, scorching waves. Each pulse of your cock forces more of your release into her, a molten rush that fills her completely. The bond between you roaring with life as your magic claims her from the inside out, leaving no part of her untouched.
Beneath you, Agathaâs body goes taut, her back arching violently as the blue in her eyes gets rapidly swallowed by a swirling, familiar, luminous purple.Â
You can feel her magic pouring back into her, she gasps as it all overtakes her, her body trembling violently as another orgasm tears through her. But this one is unexpected, different, and even more powerful than the first.Â
Her cry pierces the air, a sound of pure ecstasy and unrestrained power, unlike anything youâve ever heard. Itâs primal, otherworldly, and devastatingly beautiful. For a moment, youâre left breathless, unwillingly captivated by the sight of her. A vision that makes something inside you ache.
When the final waves of pleasure subside, you collapse onto her, your breath ragged, your body trembling with exhaustion and the lingering hum of magic.Â
The restraints on her wrists dissolve, fading into shimmering sparks, and her hands hover for a moment, uncertain, before they settle gently on your back.
Her touch is light, not hesitant but careful, as though rediscovering something long lost. And as your bodies press together, it feels as if no time has passed at all since you last lay in each otherâs arms.
Agathaâs chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, her lips parted as her hooded eyes lock onto yours.
Her gaze is a labyrinth, a tangle of emotions so layered and profound itâs impossible to unravel. Thereâs no trace of defiance, no smugness, no sharp wit lurking in the corners. Instead, disbelief and shock hum beneath the surface, while a glimmer of something softerâgratefulness, maybe even devotionâburns faintly. And yet, woven through it all is an aching, unguarded longing.
Itâs a silent confession wrapped in questions, and the absence of her usual masks, the sheer vulnerability staring back at you, stirs something deep in your chest, a feeling too overwhelming to even begin to name.
As you pull out of her, you catch how her hips twitch instinctively at the sudden emptiness, and the sound she makesâa quiet, needy whineâmakes your breath hitch.Â
The cock dissolves in a flicker of shimmering light, fading back into the ether, but your eyes remain fixed on what it left behind.
You watch your cum drip from her, thick and glistening as it slides slowly down her folds. The sight is mesmerizing and utterly filthy, making a new rush of heat coil low in your stomach.Â
Agatha notices the shift in your gaze, lazily tilting her head to follow it. When she sees whatâs caught your attention, a smug grin spreads across her face, equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.
âHmm.â she hums, her voice a sultry drawl that sends shivers down your spine. âYou always did know how to leave an impression, darling.âÂ
She pauses, her grin deepening as her eyes flick back to yours, gleaming with sharp amusement. âThough I must say, I never expected to get my powers back this way⊠not that Iâm complaining.â
As soon as you register her words your jaw clenches, a flush rising to your cheeks as frustration surges through you.Â
That wasnât supposed to happen. The thought echoes in your mind, relentless and deafening. You didnât plan thisâhell, you didnât even know you could do that, and the realization leaves you stunned, reeling.Â
You came here to break her, to strip her of whatever scraps of control she had left, to show her just how worthless she was without her power. You came here to make her pay.
But instead, as always, in the end, Agatha got exactly what she wanted.Â
The smugness etched into her face says it all. Itâs infuriating. Humiliating. Maddening. Everything always plays out in her favor, no matter how the odds stack against her. The universe itself seems to bend for her, conspiring to deliver her victory, while youâre left choking on the ashes of your intentions.
And yet, even in your frustration, thereâs a selfish, shameful flicker of satisfaction burning in your chest. You gave her back her power, yesâbut you did it your way. Intimate. Indelible. Something neither of you can ignore or undo.Â
No matter how powerful she becomes again, no matter how she wields whatâs been restored, sheâll always know who gave it back to her and how. Sheâll owe you, whether she admits it or not.
In that way, you did make her pay. And the twisted irony of it feels like a cruel, bitter triumph.
Agatha notices the shift in your expression, the way your gaze has drifted into the distance as if lost in thought, and her voice slices through the haze with a softness that catches you completely off guard.
âYouâre so beautiful when youâre like this.â she whispers, her tone impossibly gentle, like a secret meant only for you. âWhen youâre all mine.â
Her words land like a jolt, anchoring you back to the present and cutting through the fog in your mind.Â
Thereâs something in her voice, an aching sincerity you didnât expect, that makes something deep inside you twist painfully.
But even if her tenderness disarms you, it still strikes a nerve, clashing violently with the anger and resentment still simmering beneath your skin. You cling to that anger desperately, using it to shield yourself from the confusion clawing at the edges of your control and threatening to drag you under.
âIâm not yours.â you snarl, but the words lack conviction, and you know she hears it.
Her grin returns, sharper now, as if sheâs savoring your futile resistance.Â
âOh, darlingâŠâ she whispers, her voice dripping with equal parts confidence and affection. âYouâve always been mine.â
You open your mouth to reply, to hurl another retort that might restore some semblance of control, but the words die on your tongue as her hand moves with startling speed.Â
Her fingers curl around the back of your neck, her grip firm yet trembling, and she pulls you down roughly, her lips crashing against yours before you can resist.
The kiss is instant chaos, scattering your thoughts like leaves in a storm. Her tongue slides against yours, hot and insistent, tangling and teasing with a fervor that steals the air from your lungs.Â
Itâs wet, messy, the taste of her flooding your senses as she kisses you with the same confident, consuming intensity she always did.Â
But beneath the confidence, thereâs something unspoken.Â
Itâs in the way her body shudders beneath you, in the way her fingers dig into your neck, in the way her lips cling to yours as though letting go might unravel her completely. The vulnerability in her touch and the aching need in her kiss cut through the haze of anger, leaving you trembling and unsure whether the ache blooming in your chest is pain, longing, or both.
But right now, whatever it is youâre feeling, you refuse to linger on it.Â
You wonât allow her another second of your time, your presence. The very air around her feels oppressive, making it harder to breathe, and you know that if you stay a moment longer it will be too late to resurface.
With all the strength and willpower you can muster, you push yourself up, breaking away from her touch and from her warmth.Â
You wave a hand, conjuring back your underwear and pants in a blur of hasty magic, your movements jerky and unsteady while every fiber of your being screams at you to put distance between yourself and her. To leave.
Suddenly, the bond hums again, loud and persistent, gnawing and mocking at your resolve. You grit your teeth and force yourself to ignore it, taking a couple of steps toward the door, refusing to look back.Â
Youâll leave. You need to leave. You want to leave.
But with Agatha, itâs never that easy.
âWait.â
Itâs not a command. Itâs not teasing or smug. Itâs quiet, almost unsure, and that alone makes you hesitate.
You glance back over your shoulder, your voice sharp with all the frustration burning hot in your chest. âWhat could you possibly want now?â
She sits up slowly, still completely naked, making no effort to conjure clothes with the magic now thrumming through her.
âAnswers.â she says, her tone smooth but tinged with a sly undertone, her gaze locked on yours with unnerving steadiness. âThatâs why you came here, isnât it? To finally hear the truth you think I owe you.âÂ
She pauses, her lips curving into a faint, almost teasing smile as her eyes flick downward to her still-bare body. âEspecially after⊠this.â Her eyes return to yours, glinting with amusement. âI suppose itâs only fair.â
You fold your arms across your chest, your anger warring with the pull of her words.Â
âYou owe me more than answers.â you bite back, your voice cutting and cold. âYou owe me years of my life, years of trying to understand why you left.â
âAnd youâll have them.â her voice softer now, almost disarming. âBut not like this.â
Your eyes narrow, suspicion curling in the pit of your stomach. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
She rises slowly, her movements deliberate as she closes the distance between you. Her nakedness robs her of nothingâif anything, it sharpens her power, her control.Â
When she reaches you, her hand lifts to cup your cheek, her touch infuriatingly warm, a silent challenge wrapped in unsettling intimacy.
âStay.â she says, her thumb skimming your skin with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch. âWeâll talk. Over dinner. But only if you stay.â
You bristle at the condition, your pride flaring.Â
âUsing my need for closure as leverage?â you ask, your voice biting. âHow very you.â
Her grin returns, sharper now, but her eyes betray a flicker of something gentler.Â
âOh, darling.â she purrs, her voice dripping with confidence, âI know you want this, so, letâs not play pretend. Iâd say weâre well past that point, wouldnât you?â
Your jaw tightens, the weight of her gaze making it hard to hold onto your anger. You hate that sheâs right. Hate that you want to stay, that the bond between you has wrapped itself around your heart so tightly you canât bear to leave.
âFine. Dinner.â you say, your voice clipped. âBut no games, Agatha. You owe me the truth.â
Her smirk deepens for a moment, a glimmer of mischief flashing in her eyes, before softening into a genuine, almost nostalgic smile.Â
âNo games.â she whispers, her tone unexpectedly gentle. âJust dinner⊠like old times.â
You shake your head, as if trying to clear the lingering warmth of her touch. But it stays with you as you watch her move toward the kitchen, humming softly to herself.
As you follow her, you canât help but wonder if staying will be your salvation or your undoing. But with Agatha, itâs never a question of one or the otherâitâs always both, tangled together in a way that, after all this time, youâre starting to realize you were never meant to escape.
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Is he gently bossy or bossily gentle? You decide.
AAAAAA!
I am a sucker for practical demonstrations of caring.
I love this! And it's a different statement from his earlier "I know everything about you" - that statement is wrong but his current one is not.
The way it sounds as if he would expose her but he doesn't and lets her hide her being 406, pretending (oh so transparently) that he has no idea.
And in fact, he prevents her from coming clean because...
Seriously, I live for the gentle bossiness.
That little teeny grin.
the dom/sub vibes are NOT subtle
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LOVE your g!p!renee/regina smut
i canât stop thinking abt a g!p!renee dom x sub reader where the reader gets high and used by renee w lots of praise & oral fixation ,, i think you would kill it đ«ą
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Synopsis: Renee gets Y/N high and they have a little fun.
Content: Renee Rapp x gn!reader, Dom!Renee, Sub!reader, Cunnilingus, Oral Fixation, Breeding, Substances, R is high as fuck, Praise
Word Count: 2.7k
a/n: Loved this request, hope i did it justice baby
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The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the crowded room as Reneé Rapp and Y/N navigated their way through the lively party. The air was filled with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses, creating an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation.
Reneé, with her infectious energy and captivating presence, led Y/N to a more secluded corner of the room where the bass was a bit less overwhelming. They exchanged playful glances, their connection palpable even in the dim lighting of the party.
"So, what do you think of this place?" Reneé asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Y/N grinned, feeling the warmth of the evening and the buzz of the party. "It's wild. Definitely not what I expected, but I like it."
Reneé smirked, reaching into her clutch and pulling out a small bag. "Speaking of wild, ever tried one of these?" She dangled a brownie edible in front of Y/N.
Y/N's eyes widened with curiosity. "What is it?"
Reneé chuckled, "Just a little something to spice up the night. Trust me, you'll love it."
Y/N hesitated for a moment, then decided to go with the flow. "Alright, let's do it."
Reneé handed her the edible, their fingers brushing against each other. The air was charged with a mix of nerves and excitement as Y/N took bites of the brownie, finishing it off. They continued to enjoy the party, dancing and chatting, the subtle allure of the edible slowly taking effect.
As the night progressed, Y/N felt a pleasant warmth spreading through her body. The room seemed to warp and twist in a delightful haze. Reneé, always the life of the party, leaned in closer, her lips dangerously close to Y/N's ear.
"You feeling alright there?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Y/N grinned the edges of her reality softening. "Yeah, I'm feeling⊠really good."
Reneé chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Y/N's arm. "Glad to hear it, babe."
The effects of the edible continued to weave a dreamy haze around Y/N as they found themselves on a cozy couch surrounded by a few other people. The room was filled with laughter and the mellow beats of music, creating a laid-back atmosphere. Reneé, always attuned to the vibe of the moment, produced a rolled blunt from her pocket with a sly grin.
"Care for a little more adventure?" she asked, holding the blunt delicately between her fingers.
Y/N chuckled, feeling the warmth of the edible enhancing the easygoing mood. "Why not? It's that kind of night."
Reneé's smile widened as she sparked the blunt, the flame casting a warm glow on her features. She took a leisurely puff before passing it to Y/N. The fragrant smoke curled into the air as Y/N brought the blunt to their lips, inhaling deeply.
The room seemed to shift and sway with each exhale, the atmosphere becoming even more intoxicating. The group on the couch shared stories, laughter, and the occasional passing of the blunt, creating a sense of camaraderie. Y/N found themselves drawn into the conversation, feeling a deeper connection with Reneé and the others in the circle.
"wanna get out of here?" Renee murmured, her thighs pressed tightly against Y/N's as they sat on the couch, her leaning in to whisper in Y/N's ear.
Y/N nodded, and they navigated through the party, finding a more secluded room. The atmosphere was intimate, and the laughter from the party dulled to a distant hum. Reneé and Y/N shared a comfortable silence, the unspoken tension between them growing more palpable.
Reneé leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/N's earlobe. "You know," she whispered, "I like you. A lot."
Y/N's heart raced, the words sending shivers down her spine. "I like you too, Reneé."
With that admission, the gap between them closed, and their lips met in a heated kiss.
The room spun gently as Y/N found themselves lying on a bed, the effects of the edible and the blunt intensifying the sensation of weightlessness. Reneé, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and desire, hovered above Y/N. The dim glow of the room added to the dreamlike quality of the moment.
Reneé's lips met Y/N's in a slow, languid kiss, the taste of the lingering smoke and the sweetness of the edible blending into an intoxicating combination. Y/N's senses were heightened, and every touch, every movement, sent shivers through their body.
Unable to move much, Y/N surrendered to the experience, sinking deeper into the softness of the bed. Reneé's fingers traced patterns on Y/N's skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them entangled in a haze of desire and euphoria.
Reneé pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You doing okay there?"
Y/N managed a lazy smile, their limbs feeling heavy but content. "I feel.. heavy."
Reneé chuckled, her fingers gently playing with Y/N's hair. "Just relax, enjoy the moment."
Y/N's mind swirled with a mix of emotions, the high amplifying the intensity of each touch and caress.
Reneé leaned in once more, her lips brushing against Y/N's ear. "You know, you're even more beautiful when you're like this."
Y/N's cheeks flushed with a combination of warmth and the realization of the genuine connection between them. The world outside the room ceased to exist as Y/N and Reneé lost themselves in the shared bliss of the moment.
The room pulsed with a rhythmic beat that seemed to synchronize with the pounding of Y/N's heart. As Y/N lay on the bed, a euphoric haze enveloping them, Reneé couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing her towards Y/N's lips. The air was charged with an intoxicating mixture of desire and the lingering effects of the substances they had indulged in.
Reneé's lips grazed Y/N's neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that sent shivers down their spine. Y/N's senses were heightened, each touch a symphony of pleasure that echoed through their body. The room seemed to blur at the edges as Reneé's lips found Y/N's, the kiss deepening into a passionate exchange.
Unable to resist the allure of Y/N's skin, Reneé planted soft kisses along their jawline, gradually making her way to the sensitive spot on their neck. Each kiss left a mark, a visible testament to the intensity of the moment. Reneé couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating mixture of the high and the electric connection between them.
Y/N let out a soft sigh, their fingers lightly tracing patterns on Reneé's back. The room spun with a heady combination of desire and bliss. Reneé continued her exploration, leaving a trail of hickeys that marked the passage of their shared ecstasy.
Reneé pulled back, her eyes locking with Y/N's, a fire burning within. "You're driving me crazy," she confessed, her voice husky.
Y/N's lips curved into a hazy smile, their words slurred with the effects of the substances. "Good kind of crazy, I hope."
Reneé chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "The best kind." She leaned in once more, their lips meeting in a searing kiss that left no room for anything but the intoxicating connection between them.
Renee's eyes were full of desire as she hovered over Y/N on the bed. Her hand traced down their body, stopping at the waistband of their pants. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I've been thinking about this moment for days."
Y/N swallowed hard, heart pounding in anticipation. They trusted Renee implicitly, but this was a new experience for them nonetheless. As they gazed at the ceiling, patterns formed and dissolved in the textured surface, creating a captivating kaleidoscope. The music from the party outside seemed to echo through the walls, each beat resonating with the rhythm of Y/N's heartbeat.
Reneé's voice, soft and melodic, reached Y/N's ears, drawing them into a world of warmth and comfort. Every giggle and whispered word carried a playful echo, and the air seemed to shimmer with a pleasant energy. The mere thought of having Renee's mouth on them sent shivers down their spine.
Renee's fingers deftly unfastened Y/N's pants, sliding them down along with their underwear until they lay exposed before her. She pulled off the rest of Y/N's clothes, and Renee's eyes widened at the sight, her gaze lingering on every inch of flesh revealed. "You're so wet," she whispered, leaning in to lick a slow trail up Y/N's inner thigh.
Y/N gasped, arching into the touch. Her back arched off the mattress, offering herself fully to Renee's expert mouth. Their fingers threaded through Renee's hair, guiding her closer to their core. "Please," they slurred, moving their hands as much as they could to hold Renee's waist.
Renee pushed Y/N's hand off of her, "No touching, love." She spoke with a murmur, leaving hickeys on the inside of Y/N's thighs.
Y/N pleaded, their voice shaky with need. "Please, Renee."
Renee grinned wickedly, licking her lips in anticipation. She positioned herself deeper between Y/N's legs, taking a deep breath before diving in. Her tongue flicked against their clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Y/N's body. Their hips bucked involuntarily, pushing against her mouth.
Renee didn't hesitate, sucking Y/N's sensitive nub into her mouth and sucking gently. Her tongue darted out, teasing every crevice and fold, sending them into a frenzy of pleasure. "Oh god," Y/N moaned, grabbing onto the sheets for support.
When Y/N closed their eyes, a tapestry of vibrant colors unfolded behind their eyelids, a visual symphony that danced to the rhythm of their thoughts. The boundary between imagination and reality blurred, and Y/N found themselves lost in a dreamscape of swirling emotions and sensations.
Their body trembled under Renee's expert touch, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge. Sweat dripped down their forehead, mingling with the saliva from Renee's lips. Their breaths came in short gasps, each one punctuated by cries of delight.
Renee knew she had to be careful; she wanted this to last as long as possible. But the sight of Y/N's pleasure-drenched face was almost too much to bear. She increased the intensity of her licks, wrapping her hand around their cock and stroking it in tandem with her mouth. The dual stimulation had Y/N writhing beneath her, their moans growing louder with each passing second.
Renee could feel Y/N's orgasm building, just within reach. She wanted to be the one to push them over the edge, to make them scream her name in ecstasy. Her tongue darted out one last time, flicking their clit with lightning-like speed.
Y/N cried out, arching off the bed as her orgasm hit like a freight train. Her pussy clenched around Renee's mouth, milking every last drop of pleasure from her. Renee lapped up every drop, savoring the taste of Y/N's release before reluctantly pulling away.
Renee's eyes locked with Y/N's, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had never been with anyone high before, but this situation excited her. She positioned herself between Y/N's legs, her cock poised at the entrance of their pussy.
"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Y/N nodded, their eyes heavy-lidded from the high. "I'm ready," they slurred, their body trembling with anticipation.
With one powerful thrust, Renee entered Y/N, burying herself to the base. Their eyes widened in surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a look of pure pleasure. "Oh god," Y/N gasped, their voice hoarse with need. Renee started to move, setting a steady rhythm that matched their breathing. Their hips ground together, creating friction that sent sparks flying between them as sweat dripped down their bodies.
Y/N's moans echoed through the room, a mix of pleasure and disbelief at how good it felt. "You feel amazing," Renee panted, her voice thick with desire. "I could fuck you all night."
Y/N blinked, her eyes hazy with lust. "Please, don't stop" she managed to say between breaths.
Y/N moaned, a blissful smile playing on their lips. The room, filled with the scent of lingering smoke and the soft glow of dim lights, became a sanctuary of euphoria.
Renee increased the pace, thrusting harder and faster into Y/N's welcoming core. Their moans filled the room, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. Their breaths came out in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by cries of delight.
She reached down, cupping Y/N's jaw and neck in her hands. "Look at me," she commanded softly. "Look into my eyes while I fuck you."
Y/N complied, their gaze hazily locked with Renee's. The intensity of the connection only heightened their pleasure, making every thrust feel more intense. "fuck you feel so good baby" Renee murmured, lost in the moment.
She didn't break stride, continuing to thrust into Y/N as she spoke again. "You're taking my dick so good" she hummed out.
Y/N moaned loudly, her orgasm exploding like a firework within her as she came again. Her pussy clenched around Renee's cock, milking every inch of her as she came. Renee rode out the waves with her, their lips locked in a fierce kiss that tasted of sweat and desire.
As Y/N's orgasm subsided, Renee followed suit, her own release drawing near. She thrust harder and faster, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that would never end. "I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice strained with need.
Y/N gripped Renee's hips, urging her onward. "Come for me," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel it."
Renee shuddered, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Renee shuddered, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she spilled her essence inside Y/N. Their cries mingled together, filling the room with the raw intensity of their passion.
When it was all over, they collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily and clutching each other tight. Their bodies glistened with sweat and cum, a testament to the intensity of their union. Renee leaned in, pressing soft kisses against Y/N's forehead.
The room slowly settled into a serene calm as Y/N and Reneé lay on the bed, their breaths intermingling with the remnants of the euphoria that had enveloped them. The once vibrant colors and swirling patterns now softened, giving way to a tranquil atmosphere.
Y/N's limbs felt like they were made of cotton, a gentle heaviness replacing the weightless sensation that had characterized the peak of their high. As they came down from the intoxicating cloud, the world around them seemed to regain a semblance of clarity.
Reneé, lying beside Y/N, traced lazy patterns on their skin, her fingers creating a soothing rhythm that echoed the soft rise and fall of their breaths. The room was filled with a languid energy, and the air was charged with a quiet intimacy.
Reneé's lips found their way to Y/N's neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses that contrasted with the earlier fervor. Each touch was a gentle reminder of the shared journey they had embarked on throughout the night. Y/N sighed, the sensation of Reneé's lips against their skin sending shivers down their spine.
"I like this," Reneé whispered, her voice a soft murmur against Y/N's neck. "Just lying here, feeling each other's breaths."
Y/N nodded, a contented smile playing on their lips. The residual warmth from the high mixed with the delicate touch of Reneé's kisses created a cocoon of comfort and connection.
As the room bathed in the gentle glow of subdued lights, the two exchanged quiet words, sharing thoughts and emotions in the stillness of the moment. The outside world seemed distant, leaving only the hushed sounds of their breaths and the tender exchange of affections.
Reneé lifted her head to meet Y/N's gaze, her eyes reflecting a shared understanding. "You okay?"
Y/N nodded, a lingering smile on their face. "Yeah, more than okay."
The room held them in a tranquil embrace as they lay there, their breaths gradually syncing in a rhythm of shared calm. In the quiet aftermath of the night, Y/N and Reneé found solace in the simple beauty of being together, their connection deepening with each passing breath.
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I see all the nose conversations and I raise a request of teaching him the right way to eat it⊠Iâm talking submissive NAC nose play
sunday warmth


summary: see the request above, thanks to this lovely anon <3 (also inspired by this post)
type: dom! female reader x sub! nicholas chavez
tags/warnings: 18+, oral f! receiving, nose play, face sitting, face riding
authorâs note: literally so sorry it took me so long!!!! iâm so excited to use this picture of him lmaoo ever since i saw it i KNEW it gave âsit on my faceâ vibes teehee!! also im loving all the sub! stuff, its so fun to write â anywhooo - enjoy <3
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The soft glow of Sunday morning filtered through the curtains, casting golden patches across the bedspread and illuminating the quiet intimacy of your time together. Nicholas lay beside you in a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, the casualness of the outfit somehow making him even more magnetic. The fabric clung to his thighs just enough to highlight his muscular build, leaving little to the imagination. Meanwhile, your pink silk nightgown draped softly over your body, the delicate material catching the light with every subtle movement. The smooth texture hugged your curves, accentuating your form with an effortless elegance that Nicholas couldnât stop stealing glances at.
Nicholas held you close, arms wrapped around you as if anchoring himself to this moment, the world outside fading with each steady heartbeat pressed to yours. The warmth of last night lingered, sweet and drowsy, settling into your bones. His gaze, still hazy with sleep, held that same starry-eyed, adoring look that sent a thrill through your chestâa look full of quiet awe and devotion.
As you stroked a gentle hand down his back, he shivered, leaning into your touch with a soft sigh. He nestled closer, nose finding the familiar curve of your neck, breathing you in like something he needed. You felt his chest rise and fall, each breath syncing with yours in an unspoken rhythm. His voice came out low and drowsy, âGod⊠Iâm so happy right now. This just feels right.â
His hands traced light patterns along your spine, trailing down as if to memorize every inch. His lips brushed your shoulder in a featherlight kiss, lingering just long enough to send a ripple of warmth through you. He entwined his fingers with yours, squeezing gently, as if wanting to make this feeling lastâjust the two of you cocooned in the glow of morning.
You laughed quietly, the sound melting into the stillness as you ran your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered closed, shivering slightly at your touch. âIs that right?â you teased, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, then another on his cheek, lingering just a bit longer.
He tilted his head, eyes still hazy from sleep but shining with raw adoration that made your heart swell. For a moment, he seemed lost in your gaze, every kiss and gentle stroke pulling him further under a spell he didnât want to break. His fingers drifted along your arm, almost shy, as he murmured, âI donât think Iâve ever wanted anything more.â His words, spoken so softly, lingered between you, settling like warmth against your skin.
You brushed your hand against his cheek, letting your thumb trail over the faint flush that bloomed there. His features, so boyishly handsome, softened under your touch. The light curve of his smile was irresistible, endearing in its gentleness, but it was his nose that truly caught your attention. It had a subtle upturn at the tip, a perfect balance of sharp and soft, giving him an air of youthful charm. When he smiled like that, his nose crinkled just slightly, and you couldnât help but let your fingers trace its bridge, marveling at the small imperfections that made it so uniquely his. You swore you could get lost in the way his expressions shifted with every tender moment you shared.
Unable to resist him any longer, you leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss. It started slow, light, and teasing, but the passion between you ignited quickly, the connection growing more heated with every passing second. Nicholas sighed into your mouth, his hand sliding down your back to pull your leg over him, his fingers pressing into your thigh as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed your body with a hunger that sent sparks through you, trailing over your legs and settling on your ass, squeezing as he pressed his hips up against you.
The way he responded to you was intoxicating, and when you bit his lip just hard enough to make him wince, a shiver of satisfaction coursed through you. He whimpered softly, the sound so vulnerable yet so eager that it only spurred you on. Taking the lead as you loved to do, you kissed your way down his neck, your lips grazing his skin with deliberate intent. Each bite and kiss drew a soft gasp from him, his breath hitching with every movement. The feeling of his rapid heartbeat beneath your lips was a thrill youâd never get tired of.
You could feel him hardening against you, the heat of him impossible to ignore. With a sly grin, you let your hand trail down his body, fingers grazing over his stomach before moving lower to grasp at his growing arousal. But just as you began to tease him, Nicholas pulled back from the kiss, his forehead pressing against yours as his chest rose and fell in quick breaths.
âI love it when you take control,â he murmured, his voice trembling with honesty. âYou always make me feel so good, but⊠I want to make you feel good, too.â
His words caught you off guard, and you raised an eyebrow, your expression shifting to a mix of curiosity and intrigue. âOh?â you asked, your voice low and teasing, but he hesitated, his cheeks flushing deeper as he worked up the courage to clarify.
âIââ he began, his voice faltering slightly before he steadied himself. âI want you to sit on my face.â
The nervousness in his tone made your heart flutter, but there was also a determination in his gaze, as if heâd been holding onto the thought for a while, working up the courage to ask. You feigned a small smile, equal parts touched and intrigued. It was endearing to see your boyfriend so eager to please, his inexperience making his request all the sweeter. But you also felt a flicker of excitement buzz through youâthis was new territory, and you loved the idea of teaching him, guiding him to explore something that left him vulnerable yet so eager.
âI know Iâm⊠not exactly experienced,â he admitted, his words rushing out now, almost tripping over themselves in his nervousness. âBut if you tell me what to do⊠I promise Iâll make you cum.â His voice was both shaky and firm, a mix of innocence and raw determination that made your heart race.
You didnât respond with words, not immediately. Instead, you leaned down, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss that was deep and unrelenting. Your tongue swept against his, the wet heat of the kiss making his soft whimper vibrate between you. When you finally pulled away, his lips were swollen, his breath coming in shallow pants as he looked up at you with wide, expectant eyes.
Without a word, you shifted to your knees, moving into position. Nicholas adjusted instinctively, sliding down on the bed to give you more space, his movements a little tentative but completely obedient. He watched you with a mix of awe and anticipation as you placed a knee on either side of his head, bracing your hands against the headboard.
Pausing momentarily, you glanced down at him, your lips curving into a smirk as you asked, âReady?â
His answer came as a fervent nod, his hands already moving to rest on your thighs, fingers curling against your skin as though anchoring himself for what was to come. With a slow exhale, you shifted your weight, lowering yourself down. His hands tightened slightly, his breath hitching in anticipation as his lips met you, and the world seemed to melt away.
As you lowered yourself onto him, Nicholas let out a shaky breath, the warm air fanning against you and sending a spark of anticipation down your spine. His lips brushed tentatively at first, soft and careful, but when you gave a subtle buck of your hips out of pleasure, he took it as encouragement. His tongue darted out, the wet heat of it drawing a quiet gasp from your lips. You pressed down just a little more, shifting to guide him, and his hands gripped your thighs tighter, his touch equal parts grounding and desperate.
âGood boy,â you murmured, your voice low but commanding, and you felt the way he responded instantly, his body tensing under you like heâd been waiting to hear those words. His nose bumped against your clit as he adjusted, and you grinned, biting your lip at the delicious friction it caused.
You leaned into it, tilting your hips so that his nose pressed against you more firmly, dragging along sensitive skin in a way that made you shudder. âMmm, just like that,â you breathed, one hand sliding down to grab his hair, tugging lightly. Nicholas whimpered at the motion, his eyes fluttering closed as his tongue moved with more confidence, following your lead, letting you set the rhythm and pace with each deliberate motion.
His nose brushed you again, and this time you couldnât help the soft, breathy laugh that escaped you. âOh, fuck baby you donât even know how good that feels,â you teased, looking down at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips glistening as he worked, his expression a mix of concentration and adoration. When his gaze flicked up to yours, his eyes dark and pleading, you could have sworn you felt a rush of heat straight to your core.
âLook at you,â you cooed, tightening your grip on his hair just enough to make him groan, the sound muffled against you. âSo eager to please, arenât you? You love this, donât you?â His response was immediateâanother desperate sound vibrating against you as he nodded, the motion making his nose rub against you even more.
âUse it,â you instructed your tone firm but teasing, your hips grinding down to emphasize the point. He hesitated only for a moment before leaning into the pressure, the bridge of his nose pressing and dragging just right, sending sparks through your body. Your free hand braced against the headboard as you rode the rhythm he was building, his tongue and nose working together in a way that made your breath hitch and your legs tremble.
âYouâre doing so good,â you praised, your voice breathier now as your control started to slip, but the satisfaction in his eyes as he glanced up at you kept you grounded. His hands slid higher, gripping your hips like he was trying to hold you in place, desperate to keep you exactly where you were, exactly how you liked it.
âDonât stop,â you commanded, tugging his hair again, and he whimpered, his tongue circling with more urgency, his nose brushing insistently as if he were savoring every moment, every reaction. The friction was intoxicating, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening as you lost yourself in the way he worshiped you, utterly and completely.
âYouâre such a good boy,â you grunted, grinding yourself harder against Nicholasâ eager mouth. Your hands moved without thought, grasping at your breasts, squeezing and teasing your nipples in pursuit of that electric high surging through you.
Nicholas barely pulled away, just enough to speak, his lips swollen and glistening. âI want to taste you when you finish,â he rasped, his voice thick with need. âUse me... please, just keep going until you cum.â The sheer desperation in his tone, the way he begged for your pleasure, sent another rush of heat through you.
The more you moaned, the more he hummed in agreement, the vibrations from his lips and nose against your sensitive core driving you wild. For Nicholas, being completely at your mercy wasnât just about submissionâit was about worship. He loved the way your power over him made him feel. The weight of your body on him, the way you dictated every movement, every breath he took; grounded him, filled him with purpose. The sounds you made, the look of ecstasy on your faceâall of it told him he was doing exactly what you needed, and it drove him to want to give more. He craved the dynamic, that raw, unfiltered connection that came from surrendering completely to you.
Your breath grew heavier, the mounting pressure inside you building with every moment. Your moans filled the room, blending with the soft, pleased sounds Nicholas made beneath you. As you arched your back, gripping the headboard tightly with both hands, your thighs trembled against his face. Sensing your impending climax, Nicholas gripped your thighs firmly, anchoring you down against him, determined to take you over the edge.
The wave of pleasure that hit you was overwhelming, crashing through your body and leaving you gasping as you cried out his name. Your back arched further, your grip on the headboard was unrelenting as you rode out your high. Nicholas didnât let up, his mouth and nose continuing to drive you through the aftershocks.
When your body finally stilled, he shifted beneath you, placing soft, reverent kisses along your sensitive womanhood, savoring every moment. His hands remained on your thighs, grounding you, his gentle actions a stark contrast to the intensity of the pleasure heâd just given you. "So perfect," he murmured against your skin, his voice tender and full of admiration.
As your breathing slowed and the tremors in your thighs began to fade, you shifted off of Nicholas, still kneeling on the bed. He looked up at you, lips flushed and glistening, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Bending down, you captured his mouth in a kiss, tasting yourself on him. The kiss was fervent, eagerâevery bit of his passion poured into it. All he wanted was to make you cum, and he had. Thoroughly.
When you finally pulled back, your fingers grazed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, his doe eyes wide and shimmering with affection. A soft, satisfied smile spread across his face as if heâd just conquered the world. You could see the anticipation there, the way he craved your approval, your words.
âYouâre my good boy,â you murmured, and his face lit up, the praise washing over him like sunlight. His lips parted, and you could almost hear his heart racing. That spark of pride and excitement quickly overtook him, and before you could say another word, he shifted with surprising strength, using just one arm to ease you down onto the bed. His body hovered over yours, his lips crashing onto yours with a heated kiss that made you gasp and giggle against him.
âNick!â you shrieked playfully, your laughter mingling with his as he buried his face in your neck, peppering kisses along your skin. His weight pressed against you just enough to remind you of the intimacy youâd shared, yet not overwhelming. His hands roamed your sides, your legs tangling together as you held him close, neither of you wanting the moment to end.
The rest of the Sunday blurred into one long, uninterrupted wave of warmth and bliss. You stayed wrapped up in each other, sharing soft kisses, whispered praises, and tender touches. Time seemed to stretch in that golden morning light, the world outside fading entirely as you indulged in each otherâs presence. Nicholas was yours, utterly and completely, and as he held you close, you knew there was nowhere else either of you would rather be.
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⥠Pairing: Wolf Hybrid!Bang Chan x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader x Wolf Hybrid!Changbin
⥠Genre: little red riding hood au, fantasy/supernatural au, hybrid au, allusions to omegaverse dynamics, porn with plot, sequel to scent of you, past dubcon from part 1 is discussed
⥠Word Count: 10.9k (i have got to stop doing this, my god)
⥠Summary: In which the bunny hybrid âlittle redâ has been unable to forget her past encounter with the wolves of the forest, and goes to seek them out for more fun while also being in the throes of her heat.Â
⥠Warnings: same as before; uses the little red riding hood fairytale as a base for inspiration, words like "alpha" and other omegaverse terms aren't used but the vibes are There
⥠Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): reader is in heat so... yeah, pet names (though mostly as a title- bunny, little red, and sweetheart), more use of the word slut + gendered language, dom/sub dynamics (dom!chan, sub!reader, switch!changbin), scent stuff again lol, lots of kissing, size difference, size kink, outdoor sex :'), manhandling, unprotected piv, dacryphilia, orgasm control + denial, subtle mxm may not actually be all that subtle + more of the rivalry between binchan as well as jealous bin lol, mates / mating, biting, nipple play, overstim, multiple orgasms, choking kinda? reader just gets held by the neck lol, handjob, cum eating, multiple creampies
⥠Notes: this is a sequel to scent of you, which you can read here! so i fully intended to still be on a small break and this was not supposed to be a series but i literally could not stop thinking about what would happen next for them and i had to write it :â) i hope you enjoy <3Â
⥠Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you stare up at your barren ceiling, sweat dripping from your brow as your limbs grow tired and ache with exertion. How long had it been since the night you got lost deep in the woods, only to be found by Chan and Changbin?
Two wolves who you would still think you imagined were it not for the note they left behind, clear evidence that everything you experienced with them was real. It wasnât something your psyche conjured while lost and alone in the dark woods, the pleasure wasnât a vivid dream made in an attempt to cope with the reality that you were lostâ everything about them, about that night, was entirely real.
You can still remember how you tucked your note away into a pocket of your dress before you opened the cottage door, your grandmother scrambling up to her feet when she heard you enter, rushing off her bed and out of her room as fast as her weak legs could carry her. You met her halfway, catching her as she stumbled, her arms squeezing you tight as relief washed over her.
You knew she mustâve been beside herself with worry, but actually experiencing it made guilt strike your heart like lightning; and when you opened your mouth to speak, she simply shushed you, requiring no explanation. Your grandmother wasnât stupid, she knew a predator had caught youâ your cape was torn in several places and you positively reeked of wolf, but rather than comment on it, she was simply grateful you were back home in one piece.
There were very few things a rabbit could do to ensure their survival against a wolf, and she was wise enough not to pick at the fresh wound you may very well harbor for having done the unspeakable in exchange for your life. She let the topic of wolves die right then and there before it could even be spoken, simply dedicating herself to stitching your cape back together, doing her best to make it appear as if it had never torn at all.
And not being forced to discuss what happened that night was certainly a relief, but not for the reasons your grandmother might expect. Because how would you explain to her that you actually liked the wolves that had found you in the deep, dark woods that night?
Itâs utterly shameful how even now you still think of them, how their touch still feels engraved in your skin even as each season comes and goes. Shameful, how you look at that note they left behind as a sign that theyâd want you back in their arms, that perhaps they think of you as much as you think of them. And they knew where you lived, they could easily seek you out whenever they pleased, but they never had.Â
You assume it to be for the same reason they likely left you outside instead of carrying you to the front door of your cottage, or opening the door to bring you inside your homeâ because you lived with your grandmother, and what would that poor, frail woman do if she was confronted with the sight of two massive wolves holding her precious granddaughter? But despite the logical reasonings, there was a part of you that still felt.. rejected, somehow?Â
It was fucking dumb, you knew this, but you couldnât stop yourself from feeling that way. You just wanted to see them again so badly, to look at them and touch them and let them touch you, to bask in the warmth of their skin, to lay yourself against their massive bodies and revel in how feeling small was good in their presence.
Safety, protectionâ the complete opposite of what you should feel from them, the complete opposite of what you felt when you first laid eyes on Chan and then on Changbin, but somehow by the end of the night, that had all changed.Â
To further complicate matters, your heats have since made the disgraceful yearning you feel exponentially worse, your mind flooded by the memory of them, your body aching to feel them again, every nerve inside you practically screaming for their touch. You are typically quite prepared for your heats, often stocking up on the herbs needed to brew natural remedies meant to make your symptoms more bearable so that you can be an effective caretaker for your ill grandmother, and they usually did well enough for you.Â
Of course, itâs not a magic cure-all, nor does it completely alleviate any of the discomfort you feel, but itâs enough. You still need to make yourself cum a couple times before the night is over, but you can at least go about your day with little issue until the remedies effect begins to wane.
This week, and tonight specifically, was supposed to be more of the sameâ prepare dinner, get grandmother comfortably into bed, and then take care of yourself in the privacy of your room. If all went as expected, youâd feel satisfied enough to get some sleep, the next day youâd start your morning by brewing and drinking your homemade tea to calm your nerves, bring down your heightened temperature, and ease any aches you may experience.
Youâd carry on through any remaining discomfort as best you could as you spent another day taking care of your responsibilities until night came, rinse and repeat for essentially a week until your heat eventually recedes and you can go back to your daily tasks as normal. Why had it become so different after meeting Chan and Changbin?
While going through a heat without a partner is never a comfortable experience, what you experienced now was downright unbearable; nothing you did to calm yourself or your body ever seemed good enough, none of your orgasms satisfying enough to dull the incessant need for something more, your only relief coming from driving yourself to utter exhaustion, when your body would be forced to give itself to sleep.
It didnât make senseâ itâs not like you were a virgin before you met them; you had your fair share of fun experiences with a few trusted friends of yours before you moved in with your grandmother to care for her. So certainly, while you werenât exactly super promiscuous in your personal life, you were no stranger to sex, and you never fixated on your past partners during your heats the way you do now with Chan and Changbin.Â
If you had to guess, it must be because of how different they were. Nothing about them was familiar, and that brought a unique sort of excitement youâd yet to feel again since that night had come to an end. Could that feeling be replicated with another rabbit?
You werenât sureâ and even if it could be done, would you want them over the two wolves? That was another thing youâd found yourself stuck on lately; was it them specifically that you wanted, or just a similar experience, in which anyone would do as long as they successfully replicated the sensations?Â
Either way, you spent yet another night in unsatisfied yearning, and you werenât sure how much longer you could take it. And your poor grandmother would suffer for it, as your scorching fever and addled mind made your ability to care for her deteriorate.
Compounding on that even further, your longing for them was becoming increasingly heightened as you became more and more desperate for reliefâ a desperation that would drive you to make foolish decisions you wouldnât otherwise make. You look again at the note the two wolves left behind, clutching it tightly in your hand as you consider what you should do next.
If you go see them again, grandmother will knowâ their scent will be all over you when you return, and what will you say? Will you admit you liked them and sought them out on purpose? Or will you make up some stupid excuse, blaming your every decision solely on your heat, chalking your choices up to a lapse in judgment brought on by your need for relief?Â
But the simple truth is that it isnât just your heat that makes you want to see them again, and even if you did place all of the blame there, it wouldnât change what you have come to realize about yourself. The shameful reality is that youâre attracted to wolvesâ those two wolves in particular, and no one but them will be able to grant you the specific relief you seek.Â
And you know how dangerous it is to leave your home when youâre in heatâ your scent could attract far more than just Chan and Changbin, and truthfully speaking, there is no guarantee that you will find them before someone else finds you first. Youâd be walking blindly, mirroring what youâd done the first time you were lost in the woods at night, though this time with the explicit hope that youâd be found by them.Â
Itâs dangerous, itâs foolish, you absolutely should not go into the woods at night looking for a fucking wolfâ but thatâs exactly what you do. Not even bothering to change out of your nightgown and into proper outdoor attire, you opt for tying on your cape and pulling up the hood, knowing they will instantly recognize you if youâre wearing it (as if they need more than just your scent to identify you in the first place.)
Just in case, you hastily write a note for your grandmother in the event that you arenât back before morning, apologizing as you explain in the briefest of terms that you needed to soothe your growing ache. Sheâll understand, you hopeâ she was young herself once, and surely she remembered what this feeling was like. And foolish though your choice may be, you hope sheâll sympathize and scold you lovingly instead of harshly upon your return.Â
The night air feels impossibly cold on your fevered skin, but itâs hardly a deterrentâ in fact, you welcome the way the wind chills your sweat, a small, but much appreciated form of relief before you hopefully experience what you truly wish to.
Honestly speaking, you have absolutely no fucking clue where you are going; there is no path to follow to their den, no landmark for you to use in an attempt to guide yourself to your destination. You simply wander in the direction you hope is correct, praying the one (or ideally both) of the two wolves you so wish to find stumbles upon you.Â
You glance up at the sky, the waning moon and countless stars shining back at you; a full moon is coming, and you wonder if they even have time to play with you at all. You donât know all that much about wolves outside of what is required for self preservation, but you do know that the full moon is important to them; will they even entertain you right now?
Maybe this truly is a foolâs errand, maybe youâre making a mistake and getting yourself lost for nothing, maybeâ
Suddenly youâre being grabbed, body being forcibly turned around and back shoved harshly against a thick tree youâd passed just moments prior. Your breath hitches, and your nose recognizes who it is before your eyes doâChangbin. He's caging you in and looking down at you with a clenched jaw, his claws digging into the bark of the tree he has you pressed against, clearly trying very hard to control himself.Â
âY/N-â he breathes, voice strained as he uses your given name for the first time, and hearing it from him makes a new, fresh wave of heat crawl over your body. âWhat are you doing walking around out here smelling like that? Are you insane?âÂ
Unable to control yourself now that heâs close, you immediately grab at his shirt, twisting the fabric in your hands as you look up at him with pleading, glassy eyes. âB-Binnie, Iâ I was looking for you, needed to find you,â you explain, your voice embarrassingly weak with desperation, âneed you and Channie to help me, please.âÂ
His grip tightens, you realizeâ the sound of wood cracking and splitting audible just behind your head. âPlease? Iâll be a good bunny for you again, I promise, please help me,â you continue to plead, shamelessly pawing at him, begging for him to accept your advances.Â
Holy shit, are you seriously doing this to him right now? Begging him to take care of you? Him? A wolf? A rabbit begging a wolf for something like this is completely unheard of, only occurring within his wild fantasies.
To be quite frank, he was aware that the first time with you was coercionâ he and his elder saw a meek, defenseless rabbit, and they took their chances. He had his fun, and while you did too when things really got going, he fully expected that to be it, though he hoped otherwise.Â
And God, he canât even believe how reckless youâre being; what if it was one of the other wolves patrolling this area tonight that found you instead of him? He can only imagine how the younger wolves in the pack would react to your scent right nowâ heâs barely keeping himself in control as it, and he has much more experience with these matters than them.
He clenches his teeth as his gaze trails away from your eyes and down your body, where your nightgown leaves very little unexposed, where you are very clearly pressing your thighs together as you stare up at thim, expectant and hopeful. Fuck. You really want this, donât you?
âFuck, yeah, okay, justââ Changbin says as he picks you up, tossing all his responsibilities aside as youâre lifted from the ground and cradled in his arms, âjust hang on, weâll go find him, okay? Weâll help you.â And heâs trying, heâs really fucking trying to control himself and not just throw you down on the ground right here and have you all to himself, but youâre making it increasingly harder to maintain focus on the task at hand as he winds his way through the forest.Â
Chanâs scent is barely discernible over the way yours intensely fills his nostrils, and even when he does manage to pick up on his elderâs location, he can hardly even focus in on it. And your hands wont stop roaming over his skin, you press your body to his as much as you can manage, absolutely desperate for contact.
He can hear you panting despite the fact that all heâs doing is holding you, can feel your body tremble in his arms, can smell the slick that steadily leaks from your core. And to put it simply, Changbin is a weak man, and your desperation is utterly infectious. But still, he holds strong; that is, until you start pressing kisses to any patch of his skin you can reach.
When your breath hits his neck before your lips latch on to it, he feels completely done for. This is it. Fuck it. Chan can have his turn with you laterâ Changbin is the one that found you, itâs only fair that he has fun with you first, right? And besides, youâre acting positively insatiable right nowâ how is he supposed to hold off or say no? Thatâs quite literally asking him for the impossible.Â
So he falls to his knees, your bodies tangled together on the grass in a matter of seconds, your clothes being thrown off in a flurry. Changbin rotates to his back, pulling you on top of him, deciding that he should still be a gentleman even when his composure is at its limits and not let your bare skin touch the dirty forest floor.
He grabs your face, pulling you in to kiss him before youâre even fully settled on his lap; itâs a bit awkward, given the size difference between you, but he makes it work, curving and twisting his body however necessary to keep his lips on yours as you adjust your positioning.Â
Your slick drips and pools, coating him entirely with no effort expended on either of your parts. Heâs even bigger than you remember, and that feeling of pure adrenaline inducing excitement that youâve missed so much finally returns to you. This is what you needed all this time, what youâve been craving.
You grab the base of Changbinâs cock with one of your hands and do your best to line it up with your holeâ and again, itâs awkward due to the difference in size between you, but youâre determined to see this through. âWait, fuck, sweetheartââ Changbin gasps as you begin to sink down on him.
He fully intended to get you prepped first, was going to pull you up after he got his fill of kisses and have you sit on his face, make you cum and loosen you up enough to take him, but apparently you felt that youâd waited long enough to have him inside you again. And youâre so fucking wet that the slide down is relatively easy; benefits to being in heat, you supposeâ it makes your fervent desperation for cock come with far less sting.
And no doubt, there is still a stingâ after all, your body isnât made to take a size so disproportionate to your own; but all it does is further ignite the fire in your gut, the excitement swelling as you take more and more of him inside. Changbin uses one hand to bear his weight and keep himself propped up while the other holds your face in place, his tongue shoved in your mouth.Â
He hardly lets you pull away for a breath before youâre dragged back to his lips, a moan coming from deep in his chest when you meet his tongue with enthusiasm. Your palms are pressed firmly on his chest, your nails digging into the surprisingly soft flesh, your every moan and whine swallowed by his open mouth until your hips finally become flush with his.
You know you should feel the utmost shame, desperate as you are for a wolf, stark naked and exposed in the open forest where anyone could stumble upon you, but all you feel is relief. True, delightful relief, finallyâ Changbin gives you everything you need just as easily as youâd hoped he would.
You mentally compared him to a puppy during your first meetingâ desperate, easily excitable, cute in a way that juxtaposes his rough exterior. And you knew, just knew heâd never deny you if you offered yourself to him, because itâs simply not within him to do so. A desperate puppy with his equally desperate bunnyâ what better pairing could there be?Â
And truly, you feel like heavenâ your body, so small in comparison to his, makes you feel impossibly tight, your wet warmth utterly perfect and beyond compare; he could die right now, and feel that his life was entirely fulfilled. âBe a good girl, and show me how good bunnies can bounce,â Changbin breathes as he lets go of your face, now supporting himself with both arms as he leans himself back to watch you. He huffs out a small laugh when he feels you clench, pleased to find that words still have a profound effect on you.Â
Changbin expected you to start slow, but maybe expecting a desperate little thing like you in the middle of her heat to show restraint wasnât his brightest momentâ because youâre bouncing fast, and fuck, he knew rabbits had strong legs and were notoriously skilled at bouncing, but what the fuck?
Youâre riding him like your life depends on it, which from your perspective may very well be trueâ youâve been so pent up and unsatisfied that truthfully you couldnât act any differently than this even if you wanted to. All you can think about, all that drives you, is your need to cum on Changbinâs cockâ nothing else matters.Â
Despite the fact that Changbin is using his arms and hands for the explicit purpose of keeping himself upright to watch you, you all but demand he brings them to you. Itâs a pitiful attempt really, trying your best to learn forward enough to grab his hands without losing your balance on his lap and falling straight onto his chest, but thankfully he realizes what youâre going for and offers them to you before you can fully fall against him.Â
His back once again touches the cool grass, with you intertwing your fingers as soon as his hands come to your own. His hands are much bigger than your own, fingers thicker, and you have to completely spread out your own fingers to even get them between his, but he squeezes your hands once you succeed. You use the additional support of his hands in yours as leverage for your bouncing, his arms strong and firm enough to help keep you upright and steady as you slide up and down his length.Â
You can hear his tail thumping against the ground, a display of excitement and pleasure that heâll never be able to disguise. Your nails dig into his knuckles, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you try to contain the noises that leave you, not wanting to alert the entire forest that youâre fucking right now (as if yours and Changbinâs combined scent doesnât already give that truth away.)Â
But thereâs still something missingâ something that a desperate puppy and bunny really needs; and that is someone to keep them in line. Thatâs where Chan comes in, tsking at the scene in front of him as he steps closer, having evidently caught your scent and came straight to where you are now, sitting on Changbinâs dick in the middle of the forest without a single ounce of shame between the two of you.Â
âWhatâs this? Having fun without me?â he asks with a frown that feigns disappointment, though the slight swish of his tail and subtle spark in his eyes relays that he doesnât actually mind very much. If anything, it gives him a chance for even greater fun, opens up a world of opportunity to tease and demand whatever he wishes.
And his sudden presence and voice doesnât cause you to slow down in the slightestâ rather, it excites you further, causing you to bounce with renewed eagerness as you turn your head in the direction you heard him, looking him squarely in the face even as you continue your motions atop Changbin.
âThatâs not very nice, I thought you liked me,â Chan pouts as he squats down next to the two of you, though his obviously fake pout breaks into a smile when you whine and affirm you do like him and want to have fun with him too.
âWe tried, fuckâ we tried to find you, I swear, but sheâ she justââ Changbin is doing his best to talk, though youâre making it extremely difficult for him to be coherent, not letting up your pace in the slightest; and truth be told heâs never been much of a multitasker. âSheâ sheâs fuckingâ God, I canâtââ
Thereâs also a pang of jealousy in the pit of Changbinâs stomach over how obviously excited the addition of Chan made you, how his presence and voice caused you to bounce on his dick with renewed vigor; and really, he should probably be happy that youâre putting so much effort into riding his cock thanks to Chan, but he doesnât.
Instead, he squeezes your hands harder, almost instinctively, a gesture that he doesnât even fully comprehend as possessive. âOh, look at what youâve done to poor Binnie. Heâs a mess because of you, slutty girl,â Chan coos and your stomach twists as you divert your gaze back to Changbin.Â
Heâs sweating, panting hard, his stomach rapidly clenching and unclenchingâ and you feel it, the throb and twitch that alerts you to how close he is. And youâre close too, you have been for ages. Days worth of terrible, unfulfilling orgasms make the pleasure of this moment positively euphoricâ but you were doing your best to hold out for Changbin. You know that once you came you won't have the strength to ride him anymore, and you want to be good and do what he asked of you to the best of your ability.Â
And Chan can clearly see the signs on both of you; heâs shared with Changbin enough times to recognize his tells, and in your case, well.. It doesnât take a genius to realize youâre about 3 seconds from gushing and creaming all over Changbinâs cock and lap.
But you started the fun without him! And he isnât sure you deserve to cum so easily after leaving him outâ so just as your volume picks up, your pace finally faltering as your taut line is about to snap, Chan grabs your hips and forces you down, bringing you to a complete stop.Â
You whine loudly, wiggling your hips as you vainly try to lift yourself up again, but itâs impossibleâ Chan is much, much stronger than you after all. Changbin, who was close himself, curses and whines nearly as loudly as you, his brows knitting together as he tries to calm himself down.Â
âHyung, what the fuckââ he complains, though he doesnât dare make a move to make Chan stop holding you downâ he knows better than that. You look at Chan, bottom lip quivering and eyes glassy with fresh tears as babbles of âwhyâ and âpleaseâ and âneed to cumâ leave you.Â
âBut werenât you a bad bunny? Having fun with just Changbin, werenât even thinking of me at all..â Chan says with another false pout. He is nowhere near as jealous and unconsciously possessive as Changbin, as he knows very well he can have whatever he wants, but this dynamic is where he has the most funâ exuding control is the greatest pleasure he knows. Changbinâs denied orgasm is just collateral.
âAnd poor Binnie, you dragged him down with you because you just couldnât wait,â he continues, grabbing your face with one hand and making you look back at the wolf beneath you, âI think you should tell him youâre sorry. Tell him youâre sorry for being a slut who canât wait and getting him into trouble with you.âÂ
You whine again, watching as Changbin swallows and bites his lip, clearly eager to hear the apology youâre about to grant him at Chanâs command. âI.. âm sorry, Binnie, âm really sorry,â you mumble, and Chan tsks again, very clearly unsatisfied with the meek apology.
âCâmon little red, you can do better than that, canât you? Try again, weâre waiting.â You glance at Chan and then back at Changbin, swallowing as both of them stare at you and wait; the ball is in your court, and you have no choice but to deliver.Â
âIâm sorry f-for being a slut, and âm sorry for being a bad bunny, sorry for getting Binnie in trouble, âm really sorry, I promise âm so sorry,â you try again, to which Chan smirks, taking his hand away from your face to give you a pat on the head. âThatâs better,â he says as he finally removes his other hand from your hip. You take that as all the permission you need to start moving again, wasting no time in lifting your hips and slamming them back down onto Changbinâs lap.Â
Changbinâs surprised gasp transitions into a moan, his hands once again squeezing yours while also trying to be careful not to pierce your skin with his claws. Eventually, begrudgingly, he lets go of your hands to dig his claws into the earth instead, finding that better than risking cutting into your precious skin.
Chan watches patiently, waits until youâre both close again before he brings you to another stop with his strong hands, frustrated whines leaving you both as you plant your feet firmly on the ground and try to fight against Chanâs natural strength.
âI didnât tell you that you could move,â he explains as he watches tears fall from the corners of your eyes, âcouldnât even wait for my permission, and look at you now, in trouble againâ dragging Binnie down with you, again.âÂ
You pout and cry, babbling apologies to both wolves, shame ever a foreign concept in the face of desperationâ all you know is you want to cum, but if Chan needs you to be good, to ask first and follow his rules, then you will; youâll always be as good for him as you possibly can be.Â
When Chan removes his hands from your hips this time, you ask for permission as he wants you to. âCan I move, please? Please, Iâll be good from now on, I promise, just need to cum so bad,â you beg and he smiles as he coos, once again giving you a sweet stroke to your head.
âOf course, good bunnies can have whatever they want. Make Binnie cum too, heâs so good to you, he deserves it, doesnât he?â Chan chuckles as you nod quickly, eagerly resuming the motions on Changbinâs cock as if Chan had never stopped you at all. âTell him,â he says, moving his hand down your head, over your back and to your tail, tugging it ever so slightly, âheâll get so excited. Go on, talk to him.âÂ
âB-Binnie, youâre soâ so good to me, make me feel so good, want you to cum, d-deseve to cumâ cum in me,â you stutter out between harsh breaths and Chan has to suppress the laugh in his throat when Changbinâs tail fucking whacks against the ground in an impossibly loud, excited thump. So predictable, he always isâ canât hide a damn thing he thinks or feels.
Changbin is the one grabbing your hips this time, helping you along as he starts to fuck up into your from below. You squeak and nearly fall forward onto his chest, but somehow manage to keep your balance and stay mostly upright, your hands gripping desperately at his biceps.
And in all the times they have shared someone, Chan is met with a sight he doesnât think heâs ever seen. Changbinâs eyes are rolling back as bites his lip and chases his high from below, using all of his strength to move you however he wants. Clearly, being denied orgasms did something profound to himâ heâs almost feral, relentless in the way he fucks into you.
When he feels the build up again, he tries to hold back, almost afraid that Chan will rip it all away from him at the last moment againâ but then youâre squeezing him hard, he can feel more slick gush and coat his length as you cry out, and he loses it entirely, cumming in long, drawn out spurts, giving you all he has to give.
Youâre entirely collapsed on Changbinâs chest now, seemingly spent from all the effort you exuded and the intensity of your orgasm, eyes closed as you try to collect your breath. Changbin is equally breathless, brain lagging as he processes the fact that heâs cum the hardest he thinks he ever has, and on top of that it was in the middle of the fucking woods with Chan controlling when you were both allowed to cum. Maybe heâs due for some self discovery after this..?
Changbin, whose senses are finally returning to him and recalls he was unable to kiss you at all once you really got going and was sorely missing it, lifts your face and pulls you into a kiss. One kiss turns into two, then to three, then to four, until youâre essentially making out, with Changbin effectively stealing away all the breath youâd just regained.
Chan watches for a time, lets Changbin indulge in what is one of his favorite intimate acts, but he canât let you two be the only ones having fun for much longer. Itâs Chanâs turn now, and heâs been patient enough.
Heâs good at putting up a front, makes his control seem effortless, what with his boundless charisma and intimidating presence, but fuck, the minute he caught the scent of your heat in the air, he about lost it. Just as Changbin surely felt, he needs to fuck you before he risks going insane.
The younger wolf whines when youâre pulled off of him, a mess left behind on his lap where you once were. What a selfish pup he isâ maybe one of these days Chan needs to remind him what it means to share. âGo home, Bin. And tell everyone still there to get the fuck out, so I can bring her back home with me.â
Changbin blinks for a moment as he processes, and then heâs scrambling to his feet, getting his clothes back on in a rush. Changbin wanted to bring you home too, but he knew he couldnâtâ if he just walked in with you in his arms, it wouldâve been chaos; the younger wolves with much less practice in self restraint wouldâve lost their fucking minds. Even Chan and Changbin themselves had barely been keeping it together, still heavily effected by your heat despite how experienced they were.Â
âUh, when I do, can I.. yâknow..?â Changbin asks before he starts to leave and Chan rolls his eyes before he lets out a small laugh. âYes, Bin, you can join us again.â Changbin smiles, tail swishing cutely before he runs off and once again you have to suppress a giggle at the surprisingly adorable display. You wonder if heâd take offense to the fact that you view him as a puppy; he just screams âI need constant affection and attention or Iâll dieâ and itâs oddly endearing.Â
Chan doesnât let your thoughts linger exclusively on Changbin for long however; heâs grabbing your face again, diverting your attention back to him, making you look straight up at him. He captures your lips in a kiss, one that is far more impassioned than you wouldâve expected based on his cool exterior.
He holds you tightly, pressing your body firmly against his own, leaving no space between you. You in turn wrap your arms around his neck, sighing into the kiss as you are met with more of the sweet relief youâve desperately needed. His hands travel over your body, refamiliarizing himself with the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers, refreshing the memory, letting it become engraved once more.
When he pulls back, he is looking at you carefully, doing his best to continue to suppress his carnal need to have you long enough to ask you something thatâs been mulling around in his mind, âTell me honestly, little red. Did you want us to find you tonight, or was it an accident?â He needs to know if it was simply spur of the moment with Changbin, if anyone wouldâve done if theyâd approached you, or if it was them you specifically needed to get you through your heat.Â
âYou, I wanted you,â you answer easily, truthfully, a slight blush crawling over your face as you admit how you truly feel; your mind may be foggy from your heat, but you're not immune to the nerves that come with an honest confession, âI told Binnie too, that I.. I wanted you both.â
Chan smiles at your answer, a smile that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. You donât think youâll ever get used to how pretty he is when he smiles at you. âGood. Then my next question before I keep you for the rest of the nightâ do you want to be ours?âÂ
âB-Be yours..?â you ask, blinking up at him as your mind goes over what that could mean. âMhm, mine and Changbinâs. Our sweet, little bunny that weâd take good care of. Our mate, essentially.. Do you want that?â Your breath hitches, the blush on your face growing as the words swirl around in your head.
Their mate. Chanâs. Changbinâs. Both of them.. Their mate. âA-Are you serious? I meanâ Iâm a rabbit, and youâre.. not.â From what you've heard, wolves take having a mate very seriously.. and he wants that special someone to be you? And to share that special someone with someone else? Is that really okay?
âIâm completely serious. And you donât have to be if you donât want to, but I hope you know itâs not something I offer easily,â he says, stroking your cheek, offering you the softest smile youâve ever seen him hold. âAnd you feel it, donât you? The inexplicit desire, how nothing since having each other has felt complete, satisfying.. enough?â
You swallow as you nod, knowing that much is trueâ ever since you met them, every night without them felt.. wrong somehow. Like you werenât where you were supposed to be. And God, how unbearable your heats had become, going far past the usual discomfort into completely uncharted, agonizing territory.Â
âI do, I really do,â you answer, unable to lie about such a thing even if you wanted to. And thereâs still so much about your life youâd have to figure out, but you know youâd regret it if you said you didnât want to be theirs, youâd live in agony if you didnât have them. He smiles again before he kisses you, hands traveling down to your legs, over your thighs and hips, until heâs cupping your ass, lifting you up and bringing you closer.
You leak onto his lap, but he doesnât mind, canât even process it, reallyâ his mind is full of you. Of your scent, of your touch on his skin, of his on yours. And just how youâd done with Changbin, you insatiably run your hands over whatever patch of his skin is within your reach. And if his senses werenât in overdrive from your scent, heâd admonish you for being so insatiable, tease you for being a slut and make your face burn red from filthy, whispered words.
But he has to admit the desperate, needy side of you heâs witness to is a treat, and it works at the rope that is his composure in record time, steadily tearing at it until all that keeps it together is a thin thread. Heâs no better than Changbin, is he?
Really, if this is how youâve been from the start, itâs clear the younger wolf never had a chance; but Chan is the superior here, and he has to set an exampleâ what good will it do if he canât stay in control long enough to get you back to his den? He has something to proveâ to himself, to Changbin, and to you; that he doesnât break and give in so quickly and easily.
So he quickly rises to his feet with you in his arms, carefully leaning to where your clothes were discarded and picking them up, covering you in your cape like itâs a blanket. âJust in case thereâs some stragglers still at home,â he explains; when youâre officially his mate, no one will touch you, but until then, heâll take every precaution necessary to protect you from other wolves that may want youâ barring Changbin, naturally.Â
It takes you no more than a few minutes to get to their den thanks to his speed, and just as before you closed your eyes and clung to him tightly as he wove through the trees to get there. Thankfully, it seemed Changbin did a good job at relaying that the leader wants everyone gone until morning, as the only sight you are met with inside is him sweetly and excitedly waving as Chan approaches with you in his arms.Â
Just like the first time, Changbin trails close behind on the way to Chanâs room, locking the door for security when youâre all inside. Youâre set down on the bed, with Chan putting your discarded clothing on his nearby armchair before heâs sitting next to you. Changbin also wastes no time getting his clothes off again, to which Chan stares at him incredulously until Changbin replies with a simple âwhat?â, causing Chan to scoff in disbelief and you to giggle.Â
Changbin sits on your other side, his hands in his lap as he waits for whatever it is Chan is going to do next; and he may be jealous, but he wonât interfere with whatever his elder wants to do with you, even if it means all he gets to do for the remainder of the night is watch.
Chan reaches out, pushing your hair behind your shoulders and exposing your neck, to which Changbin instinctively swallows. He resisted last time, only scraping your skin with his teeth, but he wanted to bite you so bad that night.Â
It was a bit strange, considering heâd never had such an urge with previous partners; he liked them, of course, they were pretty, sexy, fun.. But he almost felt the natural instinct for a wolf to bite was either a myth or something he wasnât meant to experience until he had you.
And maybe thatâs why he felt so jealous when Chan captured your attention; Changbin has always been a jealous person, but it never felt this.. real, almost? Serious, and not entirely playful and fun-aligned as it usually was.Â
Changbin watches as Chan trails his fingers over your neck, the both of you instinctively holding your breath. He watches as Chan replaces his fingers with his lips, watches as he trails kisses over your skin, watches as his hands travel to your thighs and squeezes them. His jealousy mixes with excitement, softened cock beginning to harden once more, his fingers twitching and aching to touch you some more, but not acting on the desire; itâs Chanâs turn, he has to remind himself repeatedly.
Chan chuckles a bit when he pulls away and sees Changbin very clearly internally struggling; heâs so simple when it comes to things like this, incredibly easy to read. Once more, Chan grabs your face, but he does something new this timeâ he makes you tilt to the side, exposing the entirety of the right side of your neck to Changbin.
He licks his lips and swallows before tearing his gaze away from your neck to look at Chan, unsure of why exactly heâs exposing your neck to him like this. âBite her. I know you want to,â Chan says much too casually for Changbinâs poor brain, his eyes widening in surprise as he practically gawks at his elder.Â
âW-What? Butâ I canât, sheâsââ he stutters out, and youâre surprised to hear him so flustered; you guess the rumors are trueâ wolves take mating and bites very seriously. Itâs not something heâll do on a whim, even if he desperately wants to.
âShe wants you to. Wants both of us to,â Chan continues with a smile as he watches the gears turn in Changbins mind, âisnât that right? Tell him, sweetheart.âÂ
ââs true, I wanna be yours. Both of yours,â you tell him and Changbin groans, though you canât tell if itâs from disbelief, pleasure, or a mix of both. He takes one of your hands in his, squeezing once more as he leans down to your neck, inhaling your scent as he presses open mouthed kisses to your skin.
âYouâre sure..? This isnât something you can take back,â Changbin asks between his hot kisses, and you affirm eagerly, that yes, you absolutely want this. âTogether then?â he asks as he pulls away, looking at Chan with utmost seriousness.
Chan hums his agreement before heâs tilting your head backwards, your entire neck exposed to both of them. And though this is something you want, you canât help but be nervous as they take their places on either side of your neck, their breath tickling your skin and causing you to squirm. âRelax, sweetheart,â Chan whispers soothingly, his hand coming down to find the one Changbin isnât holding.Â
You let out a breath, doing your best to will you heart and nerves to calm; this will change your life forever, but itâs a change you accept wholeheartedly. Once the initial pain subsides, you know theyâll take the utmost care of you, theyâll make it all worth it. You feel their teeth start to prick your skin, their positions on your neck a true mirror of one anotherâ the same placement on either side, marks that will show to the entire world that you have not just one mate, but two.
Chanâs fangs pierce your skin first, causing you to gasp and squeeze at their hands, crying out when Changbinâs own fangs follow shortly behind. It stings, but that initial pain dulls rather quickly, and youâre soon left with only the pleasurable feeling of belonging, of.. love?
Or maybe that's not entirely accurate given how this all came to be, but whatever it is transcends anything you've ever known or experienced in your life thus far. Itâs unique, special, newâ a fitting description for your newfound relationship, and all the emotions it conjures within you.
Changbin is the first to kiss you when they seperate from your neckâ and it's to be expected, he just can't help himself. But possessive though he can be, intentional or otherwise, he pulls away rather quickly, giving Chan his opportunity to kiss you tooâ because itâs not just him you belong to, and he wants to make it clear that even when heâs clingy, or jealous, or pouty, heâll never do a single thing to jeopardize what the three of you have together.
He simply hugs you as Chan kisses you, his lips ghosting over the mark he left behind, soothing a sting that no longer exists. You wondered, when you were back at home in your cottage in the clearing, if it was okay to miss them. Was it foolish, did it even make sense to want to see them again?
But you feel youâve found your answerâ you were meant to miss them, were supposed to feel a tug in their direction, were supposed to find them irresistible in every aspect, to desire them with all that you are. They are meant for you, and you for them, and maybe everything up to this point happened the exact way it was supposed to; and now you were truly where you belong.
Though Changbin should keep his hands and lips to himself given that itâs Chanâs turn to have his fun with you, he really canât help himself. Youâre sure Chan notices, as he notices everything when it comes to the both of you, but he doesnât scold, tease, or pull you away.
As fun as it would be to make you both whine and pout, this is a moment that will never be replicatedâ to bite someone like this is an act that you hopefully only do once in your lifetime. For the first night of belonging to each other at least, heâll loosen the reins of his control just a bit for Changbinâs sake.
Chan guides you, and in turn Changbin, to lay back. Changbin's back hits the wall, while yours rests against his chest, where he cups and grabs your breasts from behind, squeezing and playing with them to his heartâs content while Chan continues to kiss you. His tongue slides in your mouth when Changbinâs rolling and pinches of your nipples causes your mouth to open with a moan, Chanâs own hand traveling between your legs, his fingers becoming quickly coated in your slick.Â
Your body jolts when he rubs your clit, instinctively squirming and avoiding his direct touchâ because even though itâs the first time either of them are touching it tonight, youâve been abusing it all week whilst chasing your (unsuccessful) orgasms. Itâs tender, sensitiveâ and you say so, a tremble in your voice as you try to make Chan understand that the feeling is just too much right now.
âItâs too much?â he questions, and youâd think his tone was one of genuine concern were it not for his smirk giving away that he doesnât very much care if the feeling is overwhelming you, âbut youâre making such pretty sounds for us. And I thought you needed to cum? Isnât that what you told me?âÂ
âY-Yes, butââ you start but Chan quickly shushes you, another roll of his fingers making your eyes roll back as you continue to squirm. Your hands instinctively go to his wrists, simply holding them as you know youâd never actually be able to push him away.
âBut what? Iâm giving you what you wanted, silly girl,â he says with a smile that youâd view as sweet if you didnât know any better, âyou should be thanking me. Go on, tell me âthank youâ, nice and sweet, âkay?â Oh, heâs so meanâ and Changbin is no better, because he feels it fair to remind you that apparent cuteness and loss of composure aside, heâs just as much a menace as his elder.
âYeah, yeah, do it, pretty. We wanna hear it,â he says, close enough to your ear that it makes you shiver and squirm some more, whining in equal parts embarrassment and pleasure. Because even if it is overwhelming, it does still feel goodâ so good, you canât help but cry.
âTh-Thank you, thank you,â you say between moans and gasping breaths, your nails digging into Changbinâs thighs now that youâve released Chanâs wrists from your grasp. âHmm, are you sure thatâs all you wanna say? I think Channie-hyung expects more from you,â Changbin says with a grin you canât see but can certainly hear.
Heâs right, of course, but you have no idea how youâre supposed to string together a coherent sentence with the way theyâre coordinating their touches to your body and talking to you. But you have no choice but to do your best, because the alternative is disappointing them, and you would never.
âThank youâ thank you for making me feel s-so good, thank you Channie, Binnie, th-thank you.â Choppy and hardly coherent through your whimpery moans your words may be, they seem satisfactory enough; Chan hums approvingly, and you can feel Changbinâs cock twitch against your back.
âThatâs my good girl,â he smiles, increasing the speed of his fingers before he corrects himself, âour good girl.â You squeeze your eyes shut, legs twitching, entire body trembling, though you no longer instinctively squirm away from his fingersâ your body has finally accepted it, you suppose. Apart from the tremble and shake in your legs, your body is otherwise limp, accepting of every bit of stimulation they bring you.
Youâre close, they both know, but given the circumstances, Chan decides to be kind this timeâ he can make you beg and cry some more later, for now he should give his good bunny what she needs. âGonna cum arenât you, pretty bunny? Go ahead and let go, let us hear it,â Chan says, doing his best to apply more pressure with the pads of his fingers, though how sloppy you are from slick doesnât make the task entirely effortlessâ not that he minds, of course; he likes the mess youâve made between your legs.Â
You cry as you nod, head falling back against Changbinâs shoulder when his tugs and pinches to your nipples become harsher. You try to warn them before it happens, but you canâtâ it hits you so hard that you canât even utter any further noise, your mouth hanging open in silent cries as your eyes roll back and body tenses and untenses rapidly, gushing and making a further mess of Chanâs fingers and the mattress beneath you.Â
They both whisper praises in your ears, sweet encouragements and dirty words that further drag out the euphoria you feel. Youâre not sure how much time has passed before you open your eyes again, feeling Changbinâs hands rubbing your hips and thighs while Chan strokes your cheeks, smiling sweetly at you, actually sweetly, as your senses return to you.
âThereâs our girl,â he says after giving you a quick peck on the lips, âdid such a good job, sweetheart.â He strokes your head as Changbin presses sweet kisses to your neck and shoulders, moving his hands from your thighs to wrap his arms around you in a soft hug.
âChannie, fuck me now?â you ask, because as breathless and nearing exhaustion as you are, youâre still eager to feel him inside you, and you won't be truly satisfied until you get another load of cum inside youâ his specifically. His smile turns to a grin, his hands coming down to your hips, prepared to move you into whatever position he desires, âCourse sweetheart, nights not over until Iâm done with you.âÂ
He flips you around effortlessly, Changbin catching you before you fall completely against him. He holds you upright while Chan adjusts the position of your hips, aligning his cock with your hole once he has you how he wants you. Changbin kisses you as Chan slides his way inside your heat slowly, swallowing every little noise that escapes you.
And really, youâre beyond wet and prepped enough for him to go fast if he wants to, but he doesnât. Not entirely because he wants to tease you (though it does serve that purpose), but because heâs been so on edge this entire time that heâll cum in record time if he doesnât, and heâll die before he lets Changbin last longer than him.Â
Changbin, who is happy to have your attention again, has his tail thumping excitedly against the mattress. Youâre holding onto his shoulders for support as your tongues play together, gasping into his mouth when Chan is finally fully sheathed inside you, his hands digging into your hips whilst still trying to be cautious of his claws and their ability to pierce your delicate skin (though you donât think youâd particularly mind if they did.)
Changbin brings a hand to one of your ears, stroking the soft fluff and causing you to whimper as you clench around Chanâs cock, earning you a grunt from behind, a clear sign that he felt it. Itâs not meant to be a challenge against Chanâs ability to hold out, but he takes it as oneâ if anyone is going to break and cum fast, it wonât be him.
His hand comes around to your front, grabbing your neck with just enough strength to pull you back towards him. You gasp and whimper, turning your head as much as you can to look at Chan while he holds your neck. âMake our Binnie cum again while I fuck you, and then Iâll let you cum again too. Understand, bunny?â
You nod quickly as Changbin whines and his cock twitches. Our Binnieâ he likes the sound of it more than heâd expect. Chan whispers a simple âgood girlâ in your ear before he lets you go, letting you fall back into Changbin.
Your head lands on his chest, and he intends to lift you up to support you and shift himself into a position thatâll benefit the both of you, but it doesnât seem you need itâ your hands are instantly on his cock, your tiny hands wrapping around and stroking as much as they are able. He groans and grabs your face, lifting it up enough so that he can lean down to kiss you.
Your pace falters when Chan finally starts to roll and thrust his hips, but you do your best to keep steady, determined to perform well and be allowed to cum again. Youâre gasping, whimpering, crying as Chanâs pace turns to one you can only describe as purely animalisticâ and fair, you admit, given how much self restraint and composure he had to hold until now. The fact that he even went this long before losing it is a herculean feat.Â
Despite that, he is still firm on the idea that he absolutely will not cum before either of you do, so he reaches around and grabs one of your hands, taking it away from Changbinâs cock and bringing it up instead to one of his twitching ears. âWanna see our Binnie really lose it? Rub his ear, heâll go crazy.âÂ
âHyungââ he opens his mouth to protest as his face starts to flush, seemingly embarrassed that his weak spot is being called out. The complaint dies in his throat however when your fingers softly rub over his ear, a gaspy whine coming out instead as his hips jolt up into the other hand still on his cock.Â
âFuck, shit-â he weakly whines while Chan smirks in victoryâ though the smirk doesnât last very long, as he truthfully isnât fairing much better than Changbin in regards to how good youâre making him feel. Maybe in the end, his plan backfiredâ because each noise that Changbin emits causes you to clench harder; but he still has other ideas in mind to make the two of you cum first.
Chanâs fingers find your clit again, making your body jolt and your hands grip at Changbin harderâ on both his poor, sensitive cock and equally sensitive ear. He curses again, eyes rolling back for the second time, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as his hips once again unconsciously thrusts upward.
It reaches a point where heâs essentially doing all the work, your fist almost entirely still while Changbin fucks your hand. His hands dig into the sheets, almost tearing them as he clenches at the fabric between his fingers. âO-Oh fuck, âm gonna cumâ harder, touch me harder, pleaseââÂ
Butterflies explode in your stomach, having never expected to hear Changbin beg the way you are usually made to. You do as he asks, youâd never dream otherwise; your fingers grip him harder, squeezing his cock and rubbing harsh circles on the soft ear in your hand. The thump of his tail is erratic, his breaths harsh as his head falls back, cum shooting on your hand and his stomach.
When he opens his eyes and lifts his head, heâs met with the sight of you licking his cum off your hand before your scooping up the mess he made on his stomach with your fingers. You stick them in your mouth, licking them clean and then sticking out your tongue to show him itâs all gone when youâre done, twisting your neck after to show Chan too.Â
âF-Fuck,â Chan stutters a groan, pulling out long enough to flip you back around, your back hitting the mattress as Changbin moves to the side to watch. âSuch a good girl, cleaning him up without having to be asked, shouldâ fuck, should reward you, shouldnât I?â
But he already promised you could cum if Changbin did, so whatâs the next best reward he could give you? âWhat do you want? Tell me, bunny, and Iâll give it to you,â he decides to simply ask as he slides back into your wet warmth, resuming the harsh pace heâd set before you flipped back around.Â
âK-Kiss? Can we kiss?â you ask and he chuckles, stroking your cheek as he brings his face close to yours, close enough that your noses are touching and you can feel his breath against you.
âThatâs it? Thatâs all you want?â he asks, unable to suppress the smile when you quickly nod, âBinâs gonna get jealous, yâknow. Youâll have to make it up to him after.â But before you can reply, heâs kissing you, tongue shoving itâs way in your mouth.
Chanâs pace is fast and not entirely accurate, but God, heâs tryingâ and you perfectly understand, because even with the cool exterior he exudes, you can tell heâs barely been holding it together. Heâs utterly gorgeous like this too, sweat dripping and jaw clenched, brows scrunched and veins popping from exertion, pretty lips glossy from your kisses just prior.
He finds your clit once more, desperate to make you cum first, but his fingers are quickly replaced by Changbinâs, allowing him to focus purely on his own pleasure. Chanâs hands grab your legs and keeps them held open, his cock going as deep as it can go.Â
âSo perfect, perfect bunny for us,â Chan grunts as his head falls to your neck, lips ghosting over the mark he made with fangs. Changbin brings his other hand to one of your ears, rubbing the base in the same way you rubbed his, while his fingers on your clit rub in quickly practiced circles. âYours, âm yours and Binnieâs, bunny just for you,â you affirm, body shuddering when Chan groans in response.
Heâs close, so fucking close, but you have to cum firstâ so he closes his eyes and tries to focus on hitting the spot that makes you see stars, working to stave off his release as long as he can possibly can. And heâs successful, Thank Godâ between his perfect thrusts and Changbinâs fingers, youâre cumming again in no time at all, the wet spot beneath you growing as you drench Chan in your release.Â
He grunts, thrusts reverting back to their sloppier rhythm as he chases his high, his grip on your thighs sure to leave bruises behind. A string of curses leave him as he finally cums, filling you to the point it leaks even as heâs still fully pressed inside.
Your eyes are closed, heavy with exhaustion, but you hear them talk to each other as they wipe your sweat away and clean you up between your thighs. One of them picks you up, Chan you think, while the one you assume to be Changbin changes the sheets for him, absolutely filthy after the night you just shared.
Tired and not entirely conscious as you are, you still snuggle into the chest of the one holding you, and itâs confirmed itâs Chan when you hear him chuckle and whisper something about you being âsweet and cute.â You tiredly whine when youâre put back down, eyes still closed but missing the warmth you were enveloped in, and hear them once again chuckle before you feel them on both sides, pressed against them in the middle.Â
With a struggle, you blink awake, body heavy and eyes still impossibly tired, the darkness surrounding you making it near impossible to tell what time it is. It's clear you're still in their den, and wolves dens are always dark given their nocturnal nature.
You're laying on your back, you realize, Changbinâs arm slung over your stomach while Chan, who is also apparently awake, is stroking your head as he looks at you. âYou didnât sleep?â you ask quietly and he shakes his head, whispering his reply back to you.
âItâs still the middle of the night, sweetheart. We never sleep at nightâ but well, after what you did to Changbin, he was out as soon as he got comfortable next to you. Couldnât stay awake even if he wanted to.â You quietly giggle, turning your head to catch a peek at him. He looks cute, peacefulâ you give him a soft peck on his cheek before you turn your attention back to the awake Chan.
âHeâd lose it if he was awake during that, yâknow. He loves cute shit like that,â he says and you smileâ you can tell, itâs obvious; Changbin is a bit of an open book, you think. âWhat about you?â you ask and he scoffs a little, turning his gaze away as a slight smile peeks out on his lips.
âCourse. I just donât make it as obvious as that idiot. Seriously, we have a reputation to maintain.â You peck his cheek, and he scoffs again, trying to hide the growing smile and retain the cool image. âDonât startâ youâre gonna make me as bad as him.â
âIs it going to be morning soon..?â you ask as you lower your head back to the pillows. âIt will be in a couple hours,â he replies, turning back to you with a more serious expression, âyou need to go back home, yeah? Canât stay here?â
You frown as you nod, a strange feeling of loneliness filling your gut at the idea of leaving them behind to go back to your cottage. âGrandmother needs me..â you tell him and he hums in understanding, careful not to expose the ache in his chest that youâll be parting soonâ whether thatâs courtesy of the mating bite or if itâs feelings heâd have regardless he canât entirely tell.
âWeâll figure something out. Just get some more rest for now, okay? Iâll be right here.â You nod and close your eyes, relaxing further when you feel him start to stroke your head again. When you shift slightly for comfort, Changbin instinctively holds you tighter; even in his sleep, he has to make sure youâre close.
Thereâs a lot youâll have to confront come morning, but you decide to follow Chanâs words and leave it until then. You lay one of your hands atop the one Changbin has resting on your stomach, and use your other to touch Chan, humming happily when he brings his own over to hold it.Â
For now, youâll fall back to sleep, youâll indulge in the safe comfort you feel while sandwiched between their bodies, holding their hands, secure in the knowledge that even though your life will be drastically different from now, itâs what will make you happiest. A bunny and her two bad wolves, who arenât actually as bad as they seemâ this is where you belong.
#i tried to give them equal attention but my bin bias may have come thru dgsdfg i'm sorry !!!#skz x reader#bang chan x reader#changbin x reader#skz smut#bang chan smut#changbin smut#werewolf au#skz scenarios#skz imagines#skz fanfic#mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune
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Hi!! Love your writing!! Can you write a cowboy fetish joel miller with boot riding đ„șđ„ș
Hi nonnie! Thank you for sending this in! It scratched my brain just âšrightâš and I hope it does the same for you! I couldnât just do some boot ridinâ without some plot ;) enjoy đ€
Dinner & Diatribes
~word count: 3.7k~
Pairing | Cowboy/bounty hunter! Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: youâre the kind of love that Joel Miller has been dreaming of all his life
Warnings: smut,fluff, angst, cowboy in shining armor vibes, unprotected piv, boot ridin! dick slingin, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implied age gap, dom/sub vibes, sir/mister kink, implied abuse (not by Joel) Joel is a bounty hunter during the Wild West, reader is a runaway bride wanted for murdering three men, filthy language, pining, protective! Joel, assumed unrequited love, swearing, AU that might not 100% be historically accurate but I tried! reader has no physical descriptions such a skin tone or body type, readers nickname is Chickadee, +18 minors dni! Let me know if I missed anything!
Joel Miller knows that keeping a bounty for himself ainât the way to go about things..he knows that thereâs consequences for his actions, an imminent problem would surely arise if he didnât bring you back to the town you fled from. Wanted for the murders of three men. A wild untamable thing on the run is how the sheriff described you to Joel. And the most important detail of all; I donât care if you bring her back alive, or in pieces.
And then Joel found you, tracked your trails for miles and miles through the barren rough terrain of the Wild West. You didnât even put up a fight when you heard the distinct sound of thundering hooves drawing nearer and nearer. You were exhausted, dehydrated, and on the verge of collapsing to the dusty earth while vultures circled ahead.
This didnât mean you gave up entirely when Joel Miller had you circled, cornered and lasso at the ready. Thatâs when he took notice of your state, your attire. A once glittering wedding dress now hanging on by threads of shredded fabric. The bottom tooled fabric was now a dirty sand color, blending in with the dirt. Remnants of your eye makeup cracked and stained beneath your eyes and cheekbones that were once painted in a pretty pigment.
He watched from the saddle of his horse as you sank down to your knees, awaiting your inevitable fate to be delivered. âHave you come to turn me in, Mister?â
His head cocked to the side, eyes studying your vulnerable form intently. You couldnât see his face as it was obstructed from your view with a tied bandana, but even from where you sat on your knees, you could see that his eyes were a deep shade of brown, dark and mysterious.
He dismounted his horse swiftly, silently, boots tearing up dusty patches of earth with each heavy step he took. The spurs on the back of his boots chimed through the air as he stopped in front of you. His broad frame casted a shadow over your kneeling form. His hands were encased in worn leather, and he smelled of tobacco smoke, saddle soap, and musk.
He crouched down, hat tipping forward while one leather clad hand reached for your jaw, thumb brushing across your skin as he tilted it upwards, forcing you to look into his eyes. He saw your grime and dried blood stained face up close. Your eyes flickered nervously as he turned your head to the side.
âAinât you gonna get on with it and turn me in? Whatâre you dragginâ this out for, huh? You caught me, mister. Go and collect your fuckinâ reward.â You spat defiantly into the dirt, a glob of salvia landing on the toe of his boot.
His grip tightened around your chin, jaw ticking sharp like a knife, eyes narrowing in on your face and the subtle wobble of your severely cracked and dry lower lip.
âWhat happened to you?â He finally spoke. His voice reminded you of fire crackling, ominous thunder and heavy rain. Thick, gravelly, deeper than the Grand Canyon itself.
âWhatâs it matter if I tell ya, huh? You gonna take pity on me or somethinâ mister?â
He was silent again, appearing deep in thought as he continued to study your face, searching through the grime and dirt for any clues..then, he saw it; The eyes of someone that suffered abuse. His grip around your chin softened
âStand up.â He commanded.
You struggled to your feet, confusion etched in your features, the obvious sway in your step before two strong hands grabbed your shoulders to steady you.
âWeâll have to move fast.â
âWhatâre youââ You were still confused, head spinning from his words and malnourishment.
âI donât turn in folks that killed outta self defense, Chickadee. And certainly not a woman that killed her abusers.â He gave you a curt, tight nod. âBetter you than I cause I woulda tied those sons a bitches up and dragged them through the fuckinâ desert.â He rasped.
âYouâre..not turninâ me in?â
âNo. Ainât morally right for me tâdo so.â He said softly.
And thatâs how you ended up riding through the countryside with Joel Miller to protect you. Youâd patch up his shiners, his wounds, keep his belly full with hearty stews that kept him strong and alert. Youâd clean his gun, shine his leather till you could see your reflection in the fabric. And in return, he protected you. He never asked for any sexual favors, or for your hand. He viewed you as his equal, his partner.
It hurt sometimes, to flirt with the man you owed your life to and for him to brush your attempts off everytime. As if you were a pesky horsefly, or insignificant gnat. Yet, you couldnât help it. Joel was handsome, ruggedly so and youâd often find yourself fantasizing about kissing him, feeling his fingers touch you in places you craved to be touched in. To feel his caress on your skin, the bite of his leather, the scrape of his scruffy beard. The stretch of his cock inside of your wet cunt.
You were driving yourself mad with want for a man that didnât want you back, or so you assumed that was to be the case.
That couldnât have been further from the truth.
Joel Miller was on the edge to finally just give in when he caught you one night with your skirts hiked above your thighs with your boot clad feet firmly planted in the dirt. Under the pale glow of the moonlight above, and the glittery shining stars, he could see your hand between your thighs, touching yourself and moaning his name.
It felt wrong to watch you, to invade your privacy and your modesty. But heâd be damned if heâd go another night without feeling the hug of your pussy around his aching cock. Or to feel the taste of your kissable lips on his tongue. Damned. Damned. Damned. Fuck, he couldnât survive another second without knowing what it was like to be loved by you.
For years he had pushed you away despite knowing the pain it caused both you and him. A man could only last so long pretending to not love a woman that heâd throw his life down for in a heartbeat. Thatâs the kinda love Joel Miller had been dreaming of all his life.
Your head snapped at the sound of a twig snapping behind you as your hand stilled between your thighs. Your heartbeat rattled wildly in your rib cage at the fear and excitement of being caught.
Oh, please. Please let tonight be the night.
âDonât stop on my account, Chickadee.â He drawled deeply before stepping closer to where you sat.
The heat rushed to your cheeks like a wildfire spreading, your stomach clenched inwards as you began to touch yourself once more, eyes staying locked on his own.
When he was close enough, you used his shins for support as you rubbed your swollen clit in tight, fast circles.
âNo.â He shook his head. âSlower. Take your time, darlin.â There ainât no rush. Let me see you.â He rasped, before slowly sinking into the dirt behind you. His strong thighs corralled your own almost possessively as his hands gently grasped the hem of your skirts, pulling them up higher. You felt the brush of his beard against your cheek when his chin came to rest along your shoulder. âNice and slow for me.â
âIâmâsorry, Joel.â You whispered ashamedly through the cool darkness of the desert night. You slowed your fingers, dragging them through the building slick that pooled between the seam of your cunt.
âSorry for what, Chickadee? Sorry for touchinâ yourself? For moaninâ my name? Why would you be sorry for that?..â His deep tone sent sparks flying through your body as you leaned back into his strong chest.
âBecauseâyou donât want me, and this is wrong for me to do. To touch myself and moan a manâs name that doesnât desire me the way I desire him.â A whimper was clawing up your throat, begging to be released, but you wouldnât allow it.
He dropped the fabric of your skirts briefly only to dip his hand between your thighs and place his massive palm over the top of your hand, guiding your fingers over your clit once more. âThis man desires you plenty, Chickadee. I was only tryinâ to protect your modesty..and our hearts.â He whispered against your ear, lips ghosting across your exposed skin. âBeen wantinâ to love you all these years weâve spent together.â He admitted. âIâm a terrible, rotten man for keepinâ you starved this long..â he trailed off, pressing open mouthed kisses at the spot where your jaw met your neck. âMâsorry.â
Those were the last words you ever expected a fucking bounty hunter to whisper..let alone to you?
A shuddered breath slipped past your parted lips, just for him. Your head lolled to the side, granting him easier access as your lashes fluttered shut. âIâve felt like..such a fool, Joel. A dirty little fool for a bounty hunter.â You took your lower lip between your teeth, biting down harshly and drawing blood to the surface. You let him take full control of your hand, letting him guide and manipulate your fingers to play with yourself just right.
âShh..I know now, Chickadee. Mâsorry, truly. But Iâm here now, ainât I? Mâhere. Here forever if youâll have me. I understand if I've bruised and neglected your heart far too many times..I can accept your rejection if it is coming.â
You could detect the edge of sadness in his tone, the acceptance already settling into his bones and heart.
âJoel, please kiss me.â You nearly begged him, dying to finally know what his lips would feel like on your own.
âWhy didnât ya just say that sooner, Chickadee.â He chuckled. âI wish ya woulda just grabbed me by the breeches years ago and knocked some sense into my thick skull. Woulda taken your ache away a long time ago, darlin.ââ He said in a hushed whisper. âBut I know you were afraid..canât blame ya for that. Not really. âSpecially since I ainât the nicest of men to come by.â
He was taking too long, and you were an impatient woman.
âJoel.â You huffed, fighting the urge to curse him out before you decided to take matters into your own hands, finally. Tomorrow was never promised, not when you and Joel were constantly on the run.
He kept rambling on until he felt the soft touch of your fingertips brushing against the patches in his scruffy beard and the magnetic pull drawing him in closer, closer till he could taste your mingled breath on his lips.
Here in the middle of the desert, with nothing but the moon and stars as a source of light, you finally knew what it was like to kiss Joel Miller. You learned his lips quickly, liking that they were both soft and a bit chapped. As you licked slowly into one anotherâs mouths you could taste the faint remnants of tobacco on his tongue. It was a bruising kiss, one that both ignited the fire deep within you, and sent a delicious tingle curving down your spine.
So, this is what the girls back home were all talking about. Being kissed by a real man.
And then you found yourself straddling him in the dirt, saying fuck all to your modesty because you had never wanted a man more than you did now. And you wished that your mother could see you now. To see what her perfect little daughter had turned into.
Fuck you, mother. Fuck you for forcing me to marry that monster.
Joel brought you back down to earth with both his lips and his words tattooed on your skin. He caged you with his body, acting as a shield from the chilly night ear that sent goosebumps rising.
He worked your blouse open, growing more frustrated by the minute when the clasps wouldnât automatically give. He was desperate to feel more of you, all of you because he knew then that you were his, and he was yours. And if youâd end up being the death of him, so be it. At least he could go out being loved rather than unloved.
âYou gonna fuck me now, mister? Gonna take what belongs to you, Joel?â You mumbled against his lips in a chasing kiss, growing more desperate as the seconds ticked by.
âGonna do more than that, Chickadee.â He rasped. This was a promise, and a man such as Joel always kept his promises.
The howl of a Coyote far off in the distant sent uneasy nerves rolling through you, because the realization hit you then that you and Joel were out in the fucking wilderness, and you suddenly felt bare and exposed.
âJusâ a coyote, doll. Heâs singinâ to the moon. Weâre safe here, I promise. Ainât ever gonna let somethinâ happen to you again, Chickadee.â His strong calloused, yet gentle hands came to cup for your face. His deep brown eyes met yours through the pale glow of the moonlight casted over your faces. âI swear on my life, you will always be safe with me.â
and while the lone coyote sang his song to the moon, Joel Miller had you singing your own song, just for his ears too.
After that night spent together, you never had a night where you slept alone. Joel was always there. Holding you, kissing you, fucking you into a blissful state.
He still feared for your safety, and you feared for his. This would never change, but you refused to live in fear for the rest of your life.
It was a boiling hot day under the blazing desert sun. You and Joel were moving west towards California. Hearing about the gold rush there sounded like as good of an opportunity as any. Not even just for the gold, but the prospects of a new life. Joel had dreams of owning a ranch, sheep specifically and living out his days with you by his side.
âCome join me for a swim, cowboy.â You were sitting side by side under the one single tree along the river's edge. Your two horses were drinking their fill after traveling for days in these conditions.
Your cowboy had his arms crossed behind his head, biceps bulging under the thin fabric of his shirt. His hat was tipped down over his head. You only witnessed Joel being fully relaxed on a few occasions where he would let his guard down for just mere minutes.
âMmm. Thatâs alright, doll. Yâgo on and enjoy yourself.â He said with a lazy sigh.
âJust a quick one together? Please?â You reached over and gently lifted the brim of his hat just enough so you could see his closed eyes.â
âChickadee..â he said in a low warning tone, peeking one eye open to look up at you before he shut it once more.
âYouâre no fun.â You huffed while releasing your gentle grip on his hat.
âMâplenty fun, doll. I gotta keep watch, anyway. Canât do that if Iâm stark naked in the river with ya. What if someone tries to sneak up? Wonât have my gun at arms reach.â He sighed.
âI know, Joel.â
Maybe when we get to California..he wonât have to worry about all of that.
He sat up turning his body to face you before his palm came to rest upon your cheek in a gentle caress. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, tugging it down gently before he leaned in and kissed you sweetly. âNow go on and cool off, Chickadee.â
You kissed him back with the same amount of sweetness before you pulled away and gave his nose a light boop. His face scrunched inwards before he reached around and gave your ass a light and playful swat that sent you giggling as you rose to your feet.
You shot him a seductive wink before you raced down to the river's edge, kicking up a cloud of dirt with your boots.
Joel watched from afar with a hooded gaze as you stripped down from your skirts and blouse followed by your unlaced boots. He couldnât help but chuckle to himself when your one boot wouldnât give right away and you nearly tripped before finally getting it off. He kept watch as you dove into the crystal clear waters and reameraged moments later.
He reached into his pack, pulling out an apple and pocket knife while you splashed around like a kid on Christmas. He cut off a small slice before biting it off on the edge of the knife, chewing thoughtfully as he leaned back against the sturdy tree.
When we get to California..Iâm going to marry her.
He didnât want to end your fun so soon..but it was time to get moving again. He brought his thumb and forefinger into his mouth, whistling to let you know that it was time to pack up.
You had been floating peacefully on your back with your eyes closed when you heard his whistle that immediately tore you from your daydream state.
He was just about to stand up from where he was resting against the tree when you emerged from the river. You reminded him of a goddess. Bare, beautiful, skin sprinkled in water droplets that were kissed by the sun. You looked unreal, and he was the luckiest man alive.
âCâmon, Chickadee. We gotta head out.â He called for you when you were within earshot.
âIâm coming!â You bent down to gather up your clothes before the idea struck you. âCan I dry off first, please?â
He let out a grumbled sigh before he ultimately nodded his head in agreement. A few more minutes couldnât hurt..
âJusâ till ya dry off, doll.â
With your clothes and boots gathered up in your bare arms, you approached him casually, setting everything down on your nearby saddle while he watched you with piqued curiosity.
âI was thinking about you out there..laying on my back and feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin..â you trailed off.
âIs that so? Hmm..what were you thinkinâ about, Chickadee?â His eyes slowly trailed down your bare body. From the swell of your breasts, down your tummy and thighs and what lay between them.
âWant to take a guess, cowboy?â You asked teasingly.
His brow raised as a grin tugged along the corner of his lips. A game is what you were playing, and he was the willing participant.
âBased on your tone, Iâm gonna guess itâs got somethinâ to do with..my cock?â He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner while his hand casually came to rest between his own thighs. Oh, he was playing alright.
âMmm..perhaps I was thinkinâ of ridinâ your cock right under the shade of this tree..but that would be too obvious, Joel.â Your eyes drifted down to where his hand was before the traveled down the expanse of his strong thighs and ending at the toe of his leather boots.
He caught onto your drift almost immediately and you saw his pupils begin to darken. âYâwanna ride my boot? Isâthat it? Well, ainât you a filthy thing, Chickadee. You wanna get âem all shined up for me? Drag that sweet cunt of yours over them?â
His eyes stayed locked on yours in a challenging stare while he palmed himself through his pants to relieve the growing tension.
âI do, sir. I really, really, really want to ride your boot.â You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks because never in your wildest dreams did you expect to take part in debauchery such as this.
âOn your knees then, girl. Kiss âem for me.â He fell right into character with a flip of a switch.
You found yourself lowering onto your knees without a care in the world about the dirt while you bent down over his boots, pressing a kiss to the leather, dragging your tongue down the stitched seam.
âThatâs it, doll. Get âem nice and shined up for me.â He said while popping the button on his pants open and pulling his cock free from the confines.
âYou gonna touch yourself while I ride your boot, mister?â You were sitting upright again before you crawled closer, letting your hands rest along his thighs as you positioned yourself right above his left boot. The imprint of your kiss had already begun to dry from the scorching heat.
âYeah, doll. Iâm gonna fist my cock while you ride my boot like the dirty Chickadee that you are.â He spat into his palm before he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock just as you lowered yourself over the expanse of his boot, taking your lip between your teeth when you dragged your clit right across the smooth leather.
âFuuck me. Ainât that a sight. Look at you, fuckinâ filthy girl. Sâfeel good, Chickadee?â
You rolled your hips forward slowly at the rate that he was pumping his fist. A soft whimper slipped past your lips while your eyes stayed locked on his.
âFeels so good, mister. Soâso good.â You moaned freely with each steady roll of your hips, chasing that high. Nothing would ever compare to Joelâs cock. You knew this, he knew this, and you also were aware that this little game would only last so long.
And then he watched you lose yourself completely on his boot with each roll and grind of your hips against the dampened leather. Crying out his name, nails digging into his covered thighs, head thrown back, tears nearly flooding your eyes.
He had the same sense of urgency and realization that nothing would ever compare to the warm hug of your pussy around his cock. Thatâs when the game ended as his strong arms came to lift you into his lap by your thighs. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss filled with intermingled moans and teeth clashing together when he finally slipped into your warmth.
California could wait a little longer, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as it lasted because now he had the love that he had been dreaming of all his life. Right here in his arms, cock buried to the hilt under the shade of this very tree. Right here with his Chickadee.
Thatâs the kinda love Iâve been dreaming of
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Triad Part 10 â Putting in the Work
A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon
Series Masterlist
A/N: This POV switching is either incredibly hot or completely unhinged, you be the judge.
Warnings: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. A lot. Smut, anal sex, crossdressing (just a little bit, as a treat), long distance sex, unprotected sex (theyâre faeries. i think they take a potion for that or something), edging, slight daddy kink and dom/sub vibes
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Itâs not all sunshine and rainbows and happily ever afters, but you learn how to supplement each otherâs magic through the bond and the boys learn to separate Az and Cas from Azriel and Cassian. Out on a mission? Thatâs Azriel and Cassian. But at home, or in the safety of a private, warded tent? Az and Cas start to spill their softness onto each other.
Trust and vulnerability are built in the bedroom first. Itâs the easiest (and most fun) way to let your guards down, to let each other in.
Slowly but surely, that comfort starts to seep out into everyday life. Itâs subtle, at first. Reassuring hand squeezes, soft smiles, quick pecks on cheeks, foreheads, lips; seeing your mates open up to each other makes the bond (and your heart) swell with love.
The first time Az calls Cas baby outside of the bedroom, you practically disintegrate.
Somewhere along the line, the edges blur a little bit. Cas will pull Az into his lap when theyâre in Rhysâs office debriefing after a mission, needing to feel the beat of his mateâs heartbeat against his hand as proof that heâs still alive, or Az will send the cool, calming presence of his shadows to give Cas extra strength on the battlefield.
And tucked away in the relative privacy of a safe house, wellâŠ
âCassian,â Azâs low growl slips through the crack beneath the door into the bathroom where Cas stands in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He pushes the door open and, toothbrush dangling out of one corner of his mouth, pokes his head out.
His face twitches with amusement at the sight of his mateâs narrowed eyes and furrowed brow; the dark brown sweater that usually pulls taught across Azâs chest sags, hanging loose in the shoulders. Casâs face disappears for a second so he can spit his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and then he stalks into the bedroom, crossing the distance between him and Az in long, lazy steps.
âYou ruined my favorite sweater,â Az grumbles, swatting at the arms trying to snake their way around his waist.
âSorry, baby, I couldnât help it,â Cas responds, sending a flash of burning red magic towards his mate, tugging him back into Casâs chest. âI missed you, and it just smelled so goodâŠâ Cas buries his face in Azâs hair, breathing that scent in.
âWeâre supposed to be packing, you know,â Az murmurs, letting his body sink against the broad chest behind him. Heâs in no hurry to leave, though he probably should be.
Cas trails his lips up until theyâre hovering above Azâs ear.
âI know, I know. Iâm worried about Y/N, too.â Cas pauses to clear his thickening throat. âIâll finish packingâwhy donât you take her down to the cafe for coffee and bring us back breakfast?â He ducks down to suck on Azâs earlobe, relishing in the way the supple flesh gives way to his teeth.
âYou sure?â
âYeahâgo spend some time with our girl, make sure she feels special before we leave.â
While Cas finishes packing, Az takes you on a short walk to the nearest cafe, stopping at a flower cart to buy you a bouquet of beautiful red roses accented by babyâs breath and the most gorgeous, deep blue thistles.
When you return, Cas is seated at the kitchen table, the bags all packed and set next to the front door. The sight of them makes your stomach tighten and your mates feel a flutter of sadness tickling the bond.
Az starts setting out the food and you climb into Casâs lap, straddling him with your flowers still cradled in your arm. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you steady, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.
âAw, did Azzie buy you some pretty flowers, baby?â he asks, running a hand up your back to thread his fingers in your hair.
âYeah,â you mumble. âTheyâre red and blue to remind me of you while youâre gone.â
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On the first morning of their mission, Az wakes up to the sound of Cassianâs grunting and heavy breathing outside the little cabin theyâre staying in. He peeks out the window to see his mate running through his morning training exercises and lets a smile take over his face at the familiar sight of tanned muscles straining under pressure.
Unfortunately, Az has to get going. He canât linger, so he trudges over to his bag and digs out some clothes. Black pants, loose-fitting white tunic, a slim-fitting Illyrian leather vest, socks and⊠underwear. He canât find any underwear. Just as heâs about to stomp outside and chew out Cas for forgetting to pack such an essential article of clothing, he remembers the pocket sewn onto the front of the bag. Unzipping it reveals a brightly-colored mess of silky, lacy underthings. Your underthings.
Frustration gives way to amusement as Azâs lips curl up into a smirk. Heâs a man of opportunity, so he takes the challenge presented to him. Two can play at this game. He pulls out the pair he knows Cassian loves the most and layers his clothes over them, heading outside to drop a kiss on Casâs lips before he leaves for the day.
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Itâs late. Too late, Cassian thinks as he twirls the glass in his hand, the deep red goblin-made wine swirling against the inside. Taking a long sip, he lets the alcohol sink in, dulling his worries so you and Az donât feel them through the bond.
He drains the liquid and gets up for a refill, settling himself back into the armchair in front of the roaring fireplace. When his cup is nearly empty again, the old, wooden door creaks open and cool shadows stream in, brushing against Casâs skin.
Azriel toes off his boots, leaving them on the mat next to the door, and grabs the half-empty bottle of wine off the kitchen counter before crossing the room to stand in front of Casâs chair.
Cas eyes the bottle and tugs on Azâs free hand, pulling him closer.
âRough day?â he asks, burying his face in Azâs chest.
âYou could say that,â Az says, scowling a bit as he takes a swig straight from the mouth of the bottle.
Cas hums, knowing that if Az wants to talk about it, theyâll get there eventually. For now, heâs content to settle Az in his lap, letting the Shadowsinger use him as a chair. Az leans back, wings settling against Casâs broad chest. His head fits perfectly perched atop Casâs shoulder. The Generalâs hair is falling out of its messy topknot and Az twists the stray locks in his fingers as Cas works loosening the ties that lace up the back of Azâs vest until he can slip his hands under the soft tunic beneath the leather. Azâs lips tighten to prevent the smile from breaking on his face as Cas explores the expanse of skin now available to him.
The Lord of Bloodshed takes his time, trailing his fingertips lightly up and around the base of Azâs wings. Slowly, he moves further down, halting when he feels a rough patch situated just below the dips on Azâs lower back.
Cassian doesnât attempt to hide his shit-eating grin. Instead, he lets it split him open and tucks his chin over one of Azâs shoulders, pushing the tunic up higher so he can get a good look at the panties peeking out from the tops of Azâs trousers. Red silk, trimmed with matching laceâCasâs favorites.
âDid you like the surprise I packed for you, baby?â Cas asks, nudging Az up with one thigh so he can slip those pants down. Az complies readily, malleable under Casâs touch, and it melts the Generalâs heart. He was worried that Az would be upset or embarrassed; the few other times theyâve been alone together have been rougher. Growling and fighting for dominance as their bullheaded Illyrian genes kicked in.
Not this time, though. This time, Az nods against Casâs shoulder as the other male cups his hands beneath Az. The panties are cheekier on you, the soft flesh of your ass spills out the sides in such a beautiful way, but they hug Azâs pert, muscular cheeks perfectly, too.
Hey, princess, I have something to show you. Are you alone? Cas asks, opening up the bond to reach out to the third member of their Triad.
Youâre back home, soaking in the tub after a grueling day of work. The clinic has been overloaded with refugees from Under the Mountain, mostly women and children, mostly victims of the tensions rising within the Court of Nightmares. Thatâs why you arenât with your matesâRhys couldnât justify pulling you away from Madja to tag along on a routine, three-day reconnaissance mission.
You shift in the tub, lifting your hips and running a hand down your stomach, sending the image through to your mates. Excitement flares up between the three of you, and your effort is rewarded with a peek through Cassianâs eyes. The sight of Azriel on display in a pair of your panties sends heat to your core and you squirm, tucking your fingers down to graze against your clit.
Enjoying the view? Cas asks, chucking to himself as he feels your arousal pulsating down the bond. You answer with another image, this time one of your finger circling your hole, distorted by the water.
Az feels his skin heating up and turns slightly to bury his face in Casâs hair.
âAw, baby,â Cas coos, clutching Az closer. âFeeling shy?â
âNo,â Az grumbles. ââM just tired.â Itâs true; Cas can feel Azâs weight pressing down on him as the Shadowsinger lets all the tension release from his body.
âThatâs okay. Iâll take care of you, Azzie. You just gotta sit there and look pretty while we put on a show for our girl. Think you can do that for me?â
Cas bumps his nose against Azâs, then presses their lips together when the other male nods his assent. While Az is distracted, Cas tugs his vest all the way off and unbuttons his tunic, letting both fall to the floor. Then he helps Az clamber off his lap, swallowing his mateâs disgruntled huff as he maneuvers them both into a standing position so he can push Azâs pants all the way down. He has to pull away to shed his own clothes, which he does in record time, and then he settles back into the chair.
He takes a moment to appreciate the view in front of him; Azâs cock bulges, straining the thin fabric encasing it. Cas hooks his fingers into the lacy waistband, rubbing his thumb over the small bow that rests just above the wet spot where Azâs tip rests trapped against his lower stomach.
Through the bond, you can see everything, and the sight of Az tucked into a pair of your panties has you dipping two fingers into the wet heat of your pussy.
Cas moves his thumb lower, pressing against the wet spot and coaxing a needy whine from Az.
âCâmere, baby,â Cas murmurs, âsit on my lap again.â Azriel obeys, turning around and lowering his ass until it rests against Casâs bare cock. Reaching one hand down, Cas adjusts himself so his cock is pressed between the Shadowsingerâs thighs. He grabs Azâs waist and guides him into rocking back and forth, feeling the soft silk rubbing against his own rock-hard length. âThatâs it, good boy, already so wet for me, arenât you?â
Az whimpers, grinding down in search of more friction, and your walls tighten around your fingers.
Cas lets one of his hands drop down to palm Azâs clothed cock, feeling the fabric dampen even more beneath his touch. With the other, he slips beneath the silk to trace one finger around Azâs rim, slowly coaxing him open.
By this point Az is oozing precum, so itâs easy for Cassian to slide forward and collect some with his fingers, using it to help ease first one, then two, then three inside. Az squirms in Casâs lap as his body opens up to accommodate the intrusion.
What do you think, sweetheart? Cas asks you through the bond. You think heâs ready for me?
Yes, you say, your mental voice just as breathy as it would be if you were speaking out loud. Yes, heâs ready.
Cas senses your impending orgasm and waits, curling his fingers inside Az to make him whine.
Wait, love, he coos at you. Your hand stills, obeying his orders even from halfway across Prythian, but you canât stop your thighs from quivering with the force of holding back the waves of pleasure building up inside you.
He knows what heâs doing and relishes in the satisfaction of being able to pull you back from the edge with just two words. Making sure the link is wide open so you can see it all, he uses two fingers to pull the panties aside and spread Az open.
Why donât you go get one of your toys, princess, Cas tells you as he sinks his cock into your shared mate. Chest heaving, you push yourself up and clamber out of the tub on shaky legs. You swipe a towel off the rack on your way back into the bedroom and toss it down before you collapse into the plush mattress. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dig around in the drawer until your hand wraps around the smooth, flesh-like material.
You give Cas a glimpse through your eyes at the dildo as you slide it between your aching lips.
Good girl, he tells you, grunting as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips to fuck up into Az in deep, punishing strokes. Back in Velaris, you increase the speed of your hand, trying to match his.
Casâs magic is soaring, bubbling up within him as he absorbs the raw, desperate need flowing into him from his mates. He tightens his grip on Azâs hips with one hand, nails biting into the Shadowsingerâs flesh just above the hem of his panties. The other slips around front to slide down Azâs abs and settles with a flat palm pressing against the soaking, silk-covered bulge.
âFuck, youâre both so wet for me, arenât you?â He moans, squeezing Azâs length. Az bucks up, grinding against Casâs touch in sloppy, desperate circles.
âPlease, Cas, I need toââ Az whines, moving one foot up to the edge of the chair to use as leverage, to get into the exact right position where he can feel Casâs dickpressing against his prostate and Casâs hand pressing against his cock, the delicious friction of damp fabric against sensitive skinâŠ
Please, Cassie, you echo, shoving the dildo up until it bottoms out, your thumb pressing against your clit in just the right wayâŠ
Cas is close to bursting, but he pushes through the desire tugging all of the blood away from his head and into his cock. He pushes through the red hot flames circling his groin from the inside out enough to snarl, âCum for me,â offering sweet release to his mates. The loves of his life.
He watches through your eyes as your pussy flutters around the dark pink toy, can feel wet heat filling the fabric beneath his hand as Az releases into those Cauldron-damned panties.
The General bows his head to his mates, hair cascading over one shoulder as he pulls Az flush to his chest. The Shadowsinger sighs and itâs the sweetest goddamn thing Cas has ever heard.
He explodes. The force of his magic pulsing down the bond sends aftershocks straight to your core and you whimper, slowing but not stopping your thrusts.
Azriel sinks back against Cassian, boneless and spent, content to wait in the tight embrace of his mate until Casâs thrusts slow to a stop.
It takes a while for Cas to come back after that. He just clings to Az, rests his head, chin hooked over one lean shoulder. You lay in bed, toy slipping out of your slickened hole, and muster enough energy to send a bit of shimmering, deep purple magic his way.
Cas feels it settle into his veins, and his breathing slows. He feels warm and sated and sticky but in a good way. Blinking eyes take in the sight of those panties, stained a shade darker than theyâd been when Cassian saw them there, folded up in the laundry like that. Taunting him with the promise of shadows wrapped in red silk, tanned thighs trimmed with lace. Practically begging to be taken.
You owe me a new pair, Azzie. They can feel you pouting through the bond. Az chokes, sputtering against Cas until you put him out of his misery and coo, you look so pretty in those. I want you to keep them.
Smirking against Azâs shoulder, Cas sends a chuckle down the bond.
Iâll buy you a whole new drawerful, darling. He pauses and nips at the skin beneath his lip, picturing his mates wrapped up in new lingerie like pretty little gifts from his former self. One for each of you, if you want.
â
Slowly, you feel your magic boiling hotter, even when you arenât all physically together. Between work and the constant back and forth of scouting missions, of political visits, late nights spent pacing by the fire just waiting for that burning to stop, for them to get home safeâŠ
In between the uncertainties of a brewing insurrection, you and your mates grow closer than ever.
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not to be a whore but i NEED more hard dom ruffilo with a sub reader thots (and i mean like... really hard dom) (please)
Some more dom!Nicholas thots for you anon, because he lives rent free in my head, always.

CW: mentions of impact play, use of toys, overstimulation, something of breathplay, deepthroating, pussy slapping, bondage, multiple orgasms.
Names: pretty little whore. pretty little cumslut.
NSFW below the cut đ Minors DNI.
You certainly know what to expect when entering a scene with Nicholas.
First and foremost, punctuality is crucial. While heâs usually understanding, he sometimes senses when youâre being bratty, and your tardiness is more of an excuse for him to punish you than any actual reason. This gives him an opportunity to discipline you, and youâll often find him preemptively waiting with a crop or a paddle. The crop is his preferred choice, especially when he has you on all fours between his thighs, gazing up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to strike. Heâll deliver a swift blow to your ass, making you count the number of minutes you were late. For example, if you were 5 minutes late, heâll give you 5 strikes.
Afterward, heâll soothe your sore cheeks by gently rubbing a hand over them while being incredibly sweet and affectionate. He speaks softly to you, asking, âYouâll remember not to be late next time, wonât you?â He always manages to strike the perfect balance between sweetness and a subtle hint of condescension, but the sweetness always outweighs the other.
Donât expect the sweetness to last long because heâs already got his favorite toys ready to play with and use on you, including what he knows is your favorite vibrator. Heâll tease you with it, saying things like, âLook at that, your pussy is quivering,â before slipping it inside you and pressing it right against your sweet spot, the one he knows will send you into overdrive immediately. Heâll also suck on your clit, deliberately overstimulating you before continuing his play.
As he does this, heâll call you his âpretty little whore,â making fun of the way youâre bucking and squirming against him, as if youâre desperate for more, even though youâre begging him to stop and turn off the toy. But heâll quickly remind you, âOh no, sweetheart. The toy doesnât get turned off. In fact, maybe we should turn it up a notch.â Despite it being on a low setting, youâre already beyond sensitive, and the extra stimulation drives you over the edge once again.
When heâs finally done with overstimulating you, heâll put your mouth to use, teasing your lips with his thumb while instructing you to take it and suck on it, showcasing your desperation for him. Naturally, you comply before he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, guiding your mouth to take him.
Heâs not gentle as he uses your mouth and throat for his pleasure, taking it as he pleases, forcing you to gag and choke on him, even holding you there until youâre struggling to breathe. Fingers wrapped around your hair, he effortlessly moves you along his cock like his own pretty fucktoy, a reminder heâll give you as heâs fucking your face.
The moment he cums, instead of it going down your throat or even in your mouth, he pulls back to cum all over your face with sweet praises, calling you his âpretty little cumslut,â while wiping his cock all over your face and lips, allowing you to savor a brief taste of him while keeping your face covered in his cum.
Naturally, he isnât finished yet, even as you tremble from overstimulation. The vibe still inside you, buzzing between your quivering walls, while your throat is still sore from his recent fucking. Your legs might be shaking, but that doesnât deter him from manhandling you and forcing you onto the bed.
Heâll keep your legs spread apart with a spreader bar while he bounds your arms above your head and to the headboard. He hasnât finished with the toy yet; heâs ready to continue using it on you, slapping your pussy and clit in between and forcing you to cum before he removes the toy in exchange for his cock. He feels how wet and sensitive you are as he slides into you, to the point youâre already cumming around him before he has a chance to fully fill you.
This is how he loves youâcompletely consumed by your pleasure, fully overstimulated, and youâre already certain that wonât stop until youâre squirting all over him.
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