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HEAR ME OUT. Sub Norm spellmen. He has no fanfiction and its a real shame! You you imagine him begging to fuck reader? or reader teasing him and him begging to cum.đŁđ
It will make my day if you do! I love seeing when you post. â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
OH MY GOD. yes, yes, yes. Did I mention yes? I love the idea of subby Norm. I see him more of a switch to be honest, with a hint of pleasure dom. This deleted scene from the movie tells you everything you need to know about Norm. This will be two parts as I'm not sure if you wanted human or Na'vi Norm ;) And thank you so much Anon, it means the world. Truly.
Human Norm x Human Fem!Reader
Warnings: slight dom/sub dynamic, sub norm. dom reader, hair pulling kink, cream pie. If i missed anything let me know.
Okay so he is a cocky little shit, nervous as hell. But when you actually get together he's so smug all the time.
He's so baby girl.
Imagine him being all flustered around you, not knowing what to do. You'll be in the lab or even in the filed giving him an order and he'll just look at the ground mumbling a 'yes ma'am'
The sight of you in different positions is just to much for his little dork brain, you tank top slips to the side a little? He's trying his best to divert his gaze, your cleavage squeezes together? His cheeks are dusted in a crimson blush.
If you make direct eye contact with him at any point before you fuck for the first time he will get all flustered stutter and not able to function.
Not one of these things goes unnoticed by you, and you push harder on his thin patience. Eventually you give up on the idea of him making the first move. So you do it.
You seize the opportunity when you are alone in the lab late one night and he placed some sample slides next to you, you turn your chair quick and place your hand on his wrist. Looking up at him you say. "Norm can you help me with something?" "Anything" He nods quickly swallowing hard. "I need you-" "Yes" He mumbles eyes latched to your lips.
He would lean down hesitantly until finally you pull his face down and kiss him harshly.
Eventually he leaned down and scooped you up holding you in his arm until he placed you down on an empty bench. Panting hands gripping your thighs. "Please" He whined settling between your legs that he was spreading further a little more each second. "Please what?" You hum, smirking at his vulnerability. You had him eating out of the palm of your hand and he knew it.
"Please let me fuck you" he ruts against your thigh his growing length prominent through his cargos. You sigh and lean into his next nipping at the skin. "Come on baby, fuck me" Norm groans hands desperately fiddling with your individual clothing. Once you were finally bare he ran his fingers through your folds collecting your arousal.
"Fuck I made you this wet?" He smiles and rubs his length with his free hands you nod aggressively. Thrusting towards his length desperate to feel him inside you. "Fuck me or I will do it myself." he thrusts inside you so fast you didn't expect him to be so forward. He bottoms out quickly, one hand flat against the surface beneath you to stable himself the other holding onto your hip.
he pulls out of you slowly, and pumps back in inch by inch. Embracing the feeling of you wrapped around him. He shudders as you clench around his length, the anticipation of the last few days leaving you already close.
You bring one hand up to grip the hairs on the back of his neck, pulling sharply, a moan escaping his lips at the feeling. "Your gonna make me cum okay? if you do a good job I might let you cum inside me" He shudders once again, his head falling against your shoulder his lips pressing soft passionate kisses along the skin.
"Please-" He whines his hand that was previously on your hip moving to rub furiously against your clit, brining you closer and closer to the edge. "Wanna feel you cum, wanna feel it all" You groan and moan push against him falling apart with a whine of his name. Norm keeps rutting slowly riding you through your orgasm.
"pLeASe" Hi voice cracks as his own release draws closer. "You gonna cum for me baby boy?" He whimpers against your skin only able to nod in response. "Words" You snap fingers digging into his bicep. "Yes Ma'am" He thrusts one or two more times before he starts shaking against you. "Cum for me" He follows through, filling you to the brim.
Every time after this, he shoots you smirks across the room. He's so proud to be with you. He knows he's not conventionally attractive, so being with you is a big ego boost and a flex (Not in a toxic way, more a 'i'm so lucky to be with you, your so hot' way) he will rub his hands on your arms or lower back to get your attention when he wants to fuck.
He doesn't care if someone see's or hears. In fact he wants them too, he wants people to hear that even if your in charge, it's his cock that makes you cum every single time.
If it's not his dick, its his fingers or his mouth. He wants every one to know he's yours and you are his.
Hickeys! So many hickeys, he wants to cover you in them. He adorned your body with marks and kisses while fucking you because he is so overwhelmed he just doesn't know what else to do.
Long story short, Norm is a cocky shit who is good with his cock.
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Could you perhaps write something? Itâs the readers birthday and Reid waits all day to see if she brings it up, but they never do. So he shows up at her apartment with a gift for her and tells her heâll always remember her birthday, even if she doesnât tell anyone when it is. And then a little smut occurs. đą
Birthday Surprise
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: smut (18+), fluff
Warnings/Includes: smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut, forgotten birthday
Word count: 7.9k
a/n: this is such a great idea i'm so sorry it took me forever to get around to writing it !! it's probably way smuttier than you thought lolol i was in a smut slump but we're back !
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Additional warnings: oral (fem receiving) protected PinV
The day unfolds like any other, with the usual rush of paperwork, coffee runs, and the occasional moment of laughter echoing through the bullpen. You stay focused on your work, avoiding any unnecessary interactions that might draw attention to yourself. After all, itâs your birthday, but youâve chosen to keep that to yourself. It feels strange, withholding such personal information, but in a high-stakes environment like this, thereâs a part of you that prefers to blend into the background. Birthdays aren't meant to be a spectacle here.Â
You glance around the room, noticing the typical energy coursing through the space, unaware that a pair of eyes have been subtly watching you all morning. Spencer Reid, as meticulous with people as he is with facts, has always been someone who notices the little things others tend to miss. Today, itâs your silence, the absence of a celebratory card, or a slice of cake that catches his attention. Heâs well aware of what today means, not because you told him, but because he knows. Just like he knows the birthdays of every other team member, except yours is differentâyours matters more to him.Â
Spencer taps his pen against his notebook, his gaze drifting toward you. He debates internally whether to say anything, to let you know heâs aware. Heâs read enough about social norms to understand that birthdays often come with expectationsâballoons, cake, a few awkwardly sung lines of "Happy Birthday"âbut thatâs not your style. Heâs noticed how you avoid the spotlight, how you prefer quiet moments over public celebrations. Still, he wonders if thereâs something youâre hoping for today.
Penelope, typically the beacon of all things celebratory, hasnât said anything either. But Spencer figures youâve kept it quiet on purpose. He knows Penelope would have plastered the office with decorations had she been aware, and since the office remains as normal as ever, Spencer figures youâre not in the mood for that kind of attention.
He watches you, waiting for a signâa smile, a quick glance his way, anything that might suggest youâd appreciate a private acknowledgment. When nothing comes, he respects your decision, but thereâs a gnawing feeling inside him. Birthdays are supposed to be special, and even though youâve chosen not to celebrate, he canât just let it pass without doing something. Not for you.
The day comes to an end, and not a single word has been spoken about your birthday. Youâve kept it quiet, of course, but still, the silence lingers a bit more than you expected. Not from anyone else, and not from you. Spencer has watched the day unfold in his quiet, observant way, and though he knows youâre not one for grand gestures, he canât let this pass unnoticed.Â
After leaving the office, Spencerâs mind is already set on what he needs to do. He stops by your favorite restaurant, carefully picking up dinner. You never told him your favorite spot, but heâs always been the kind of person who pays attention to the little thingsâespecially when it comes to you. He takes pride in knowing these details, even if heâs never made a show of it.
From there, he heads to a local bakery, the door chiming just as the frustrated baker is about to close. Spencer, out of breath and apologetic, manages to convince the baker to stay open just long enough to get a small cake with your name written on it. The generous tip helps, but more than anything, itâs the desperation in Spencerâs voice that softens the bakerâs resolve.Â
Now, standing outside your front door with his arms fullâdinner in one hand, cake in the otherâhe uses his elbow to press the doorbell, feeling a flicker of nervousness thatâs unusual for him. He never shows up unannounced like this, but he knows this is different. This matters.
Inside, youâre curled up on the couch, completely absorbed in the book your parents sent you as a gift. Itâs one youâve been dying to read for months, and itâs been the perfect way to end your quiet day. The unexpected ring of the doorbell pulls you from your peaceful moment, your brow furrowing slightly as you set the book down.Â
You tiptoe toward the door, glancing out the sheer blinds to see who it could possibly be at this hour. When you spot Spencer standing there, your heart skips a beat. You quickly open the door, a confused grin tugging at your lips.
"Reid?" you ask, your voice light but puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
He shifts awkwardly, his arms still burdened with dinner and the cake, and thereâs a sheepishness in his expression thatâs both endearing and unexpected.Â
"Happy birthday," he says, though it comes out more like a question, his uncertainty evident.
Your heart swells at the sight of him, the surprise of his gesture hitting you all at once. You glance at the dinner in one hand, the cake in the other, and something warm blooms in your chest.
"Thank you," you say, your voice soft as you open the door wider. "Come in, please."
Spencer followed you into the kitchen, his eyes subtly taking in the details of your small, cozy home. It occurred to you that this was the first time he had ever been inside, and that realization only added to the strange, fluttery feeling that had been building inside you since he showed up at your door.
He set the bags down on the counter, the quiet clinking of takeout containers filling the brief silence between you.Â
âHow, um... how did you know it was my birthday?â you asked softly, a hint of shyness in your voice.Â
Spencer didnât look up immediately, making himself busy with the food, carefully unpacking it as though it were an everyday task. âI would never forget your birthday, Y/N,â he replied, his voice so matter-of-fact yet warm.Â
His words struck something deep inside you, and your heart swelled all over again, the warmth spreading through your chest and into your limbs. âReid... that's so sweet,â you murmured, barely able to contain the emotion in your voice.
He smiled over his shoulder at you, that soft, almost boyish grin that made everything feel lighter. âI hope this is okay,â he said, turning around to show you what he had brought. âI guessed youâd like this.â
You blinked, staring at the familiar containers in his hands, and your breath caught in your throat. It wasnât just any takeoutâit was your favorite order from your absolute favorite restaurant. Your mind struggled to process how he could have known, and your body felt like it was on the verge of exploding with a tidal wave of affection and gratitude.
âHâhow?â you stammered, unable to get out anything more coherent as your emotions threatened to overwhelm you.
Spencer shrugged in that sweet, almost bashful way he did sometimes, his eyes meeting yours as he simply said, âI pay attention.â
Those three words hit you harder than anything else he couldâve said. It wasnât just the dinner, or the cake, or even the fact that heâd remembered your birthday without you saying a wordâit was that he saw you, truly noticed you, in ways you didnât think anyone ever did.
Without thinking, you stepped closer, your eyes soft and full of everything you couldnât put into words. âReid, you didnât have to do all of this,â you whispered, but there was no mistaking the happiness in your tone.
He smiled gently, placing the food down on the counter. âI know,â he said, his voice soft, âbut I wanted to.â
And just like that, your quiet birthday became something more than you ever could have expectedâbecause of him.
As the two of you settled into an easy rhythm of conversation over dinner, it felt surprisingly naturalâdespite the unexpectedness of the evening. You sat across from each other at your small kitchen table, the soft clinking of forks against takeout containers punctuating the space between your words. Spencer, usually so reserved and careful, seemed more relaxed, as if the intimacy of the moment had broken down some of his usual barriers.
âYou know,â Spencer began between bites, âthis restaurant has one of the highest customer satisfaction ratings in the area. I didnât just pick it at randomâI wanted to make sure it was perfect.â He looked up at you, his eyes bright with sincerity.
You smiled, taking in how thoughtful he had been without even realizing how much it meant to you. "I canât believe you went to so much trouble for this. I really donât expect anything big for my birthday."
Spencer shrugged, his expression so genuine it made your heart ache just a little. "Well, itâs not just any day. Itâs your day. And you deserve to feel special."
His words landed gently, but with a depth that made your pulse quicken. You had always seen Spencer as more than a colleague, but youâd never really considered him in a romantic light. The way he was speaking tonight, though, made you notice things about him you hadnât before.
âYouâre really thoughtful, Reid,â you said, picking at your food, your voice soft. âI donât think Iâve ever had someone remember the little things like you do.â
He glanced at you with a shy smile, pushing his glasses up slightly. âI like to notice the important things. People tend to overlook those details, but they matter.â
His words hung in the air for a moment, and you suddenly realized how much attention he mustâve been paying all this time. Spencer was always observantâhe was a profiler, after allâbut this was different. He was talking about you, not in a way that made you feel studied, but in a way that made you feel seen.
âI guess Iâve never really thought about it like that,â you replied, your voice light, though your heart felt anything but. âMost people donât pay that much attention.â
Spencer looked at you intently then, his gaze soft but unwavering. âItâs hard not to pay attention to you.â
The statement was simple, but the way he said it felt like something more. You felt your cheeks warm, caught off guard by the realization that Spencer Reid might see you in a way you hadnât seen yourself.
âReid, Iââ you started, but he interrupted, not even realizing the shift in the conversation.
âAnd youâre always so organized with your case files,â he continued, a small smile playing on his lips. âI appreciate that about you. You make my job easier, and honestly, itâs hard not to enjoy working with you.â
You laughed softly, feeling flustered but trying to keep it light. âYou make me sound like Iâm perfect or something.â
He tilted his head, a thoughtful look crossing his face. âI donât think you give yourself enough credit. Iâve always thought you were... well, pretty amazing.â
âI... I didnât know you felt that way,â you admitted quietly, playing with your fork to avoid looking directly at him.
Spencer, seemingly oblivious to the weight of his own words, shrugged again. âI'm not always good at saying what Iâm thinking, but youâve always stood out to me. I guess itâs just⌠obvious to me.â
The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for the first time, you found yourself really considering Spencer Reid in a different light. Sure, he was brilliant, kind, and more attractive than youâd ever let yourself dwell onâbut you had never imagined he might see you that way.
You felt... average. Just you. How could someone like Spencer, with his genius mind and thoughtful nature, possibly see you as anything more than a friend or colleague?
As you looked across the table at him, his expression soft and open, you realized that maybeâjust maybeâyou had been wrong about where you stood with him.
After the plates were cleared, you and Spencer sat side by side, laughing as you decided to abandon any pretense of formality and dig into the cake with forks. It was just the two of you, after all, and the evening had become too comfortable for anything else. Every bite seemed to add to the warmth between you, and even though neither of you had touched a drop of alcohol, it felt like you were both intoxicatedâdrunk on the unexpected affection and connection between you.
You noticed Spencer watching you with an intensity that was both thrilling and unsettling. His gaze felt heavier than usual, more present, more... intentional. You couldnât help but smile, feeling a little self-conscious under his watchful eyes. âWhat?â you asked, your voice light but breathless as your lips curled into a small, uncertain smile.
Spencer let out a soft laugh, a sound so gentle it sent warmth coursing through you. He shifted closer, his hand lifting, and before you could process what was happening, his palm was cupping the side of your face. His thumb brushed across your lips tenderly, lingering there.Â
âYou have...â he murmured, eyes never leaving yours, âsome frosting.â
His touch was electric, sending a shiver through you, though you were frozen in place. Your lips parted slightly in surprise, but you couldnât move. Spencer's thumb continued to gently trace the curve of your bottom lip, the moment stretching between you, thick with something you hadnât realized was there until now.
He leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing your skin as he whispered, âY/N⌠Iâm going to kiss you. Is that okay?â
His words, soft and tentative, sent your pulse racing, and you barely registered the nod you gave in response. But that was all he needed. Spencer's gaze flicked down to your lips, and he closed the remaining distance slowly, as if giving you every chance to stop him, though you knew you wouldnât.
His lips met yours gently, a hesitant kiss that was soft, warm, and everything you hadnât realized youâd been craving. The world seemed to fall away for a moment, leaving just the two of you, locked in something fragile and sweet.
Spencerâs hand stayed cradling your face as he deepened the kiss just slightly, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache. When he finally pulled back, just enough to look at you, his forehead rested gently against yours, and his eyes were still closed as if he were savoring the moment.
âWas that okay?â he asked quietly, his voice thick with emotion, still holding onto the last traces of your kiss.
You let out a shaky breath, your hands instinctively finding their way to his chest. âMhm, very okay,â you whispered, smiling softly as your heart raced in your chest.
Spencer opened his eyes slowly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. The room felt heavier with meaning now, but it was the kind of weight you welcomed, a sense that things had shifted between you in the best possible way.
âCan I do it again?â Spencer asked, his voice playful, his lips pulling into a silly grin that made your heart flip.Â
You couldnât help but giggle at his eagerness, your cheeks warming as you nodded once more. This time, though, you didnât wait for him to make the first move. You leaned up toward him, your hands sliding from his chest to the back of his neck, your fingers gently threading through the soft strands of his hair.
Spencerâs hands moved from where they had been resting on your face, sliding down to your waist as he pulled you in closer, your bodies now pressed together with a new, delicious kind of tension. He let out a soft, happy hum, the sound vibrating through you, making you feel like your entire body was alight with warmth.Â
When you felt his tongue gently part your lips, exploring your mouth with such tender care, you couldnât help the soft, sweet moan that escaped you. The sound seemed to stir something in Spencer, and you felt his fingers tighten on your waist just as a low, deep groan rumbled from his chest.
Encouraged by his reaction, you tangled your fingers further into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The world outside this moment seemed to fade even more, leaving just the feeling of Spencer against you, the intoxicating heat between your bodies, and the soft sounds of contentment that passed between you both.
Each kiss was deeper than the last, each touch more deliberate, as if you were both slowly learning a new language made of gentle caresses and lingering glances. Spencerâs lips were soft and insistent against yours, but always so tender, as if he was savoring each moment, never wanting to rush. The feeling of his body pressed so intimately against yours, his hands gripping your waist like he never wanted to let go, made your pulse race.
Spencer pulled back ever so slowly, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You let out a soft whine, your body instinctively leaning forward, both at the loss of his lips and the delicious pull of his teeth. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath, the air between you thick with unspoken feelings.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he murmured, his voice soft and almost breathless, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Your heart skipped at his words, and you tilted your head slightly, curiosity getting the better of you. "How long?" you asked, your voice just as quiet, as if speaking too loudly might break the fragile intimacy between you.
Spencer laughed, the sound low and almost bashful. "Two years and three months," he said with a soft chuckle, his breath tickling your skin.
You paused for a moment, realizing how specific that time frame was. Then it hit you. "That's... that's when I started at the BAU," you said slowly, your mind racing to piece it together.
He nodded, his forehead still resting gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between. "Since the first day I saw you, I knew you were special."
His words hung in the air, and something inside you shifted. You could feel the weight of his confession settle in your chest, and it only made the moment feel more intense, more real. Spencer had been feeling this way for so long, waiting patiently, watching from the sidelines, all without you ever knowing.
Thatâs when you made your decision.
"Take me to the bedroom, Reid," you said, your voice steady but filled with anticipation.
Spencer pulled back instantly, his eyes wide in surprise, his expression almost comically stunned. "What?"
You held his gaze, your hand gently brushing his cheek as you repeated, more softly this time, "The bedroom, please?" You threw in your best puppy dog eyes, knowing it would be hard for him to say no.
For a moment, Spencer was frozen, his mind clearly racing to catch up with the reality of what was happening. "Okayâyeah, yeah," he stammered, still in shock but unable to hide the excitement building in his voice.
He stood back quickly, offering his hand to you with a mix of eagerness and hesitation. You took it, letting him pull you gently from the kitchen, the warmth of his palm against yours sparking something deep inside you. As he led you down the hallway toward the bedroom, your heart raced, the anticipation growing with every step.Â
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind you, your hands were already tugging at Spencerâs sweater vest, pulling it over his head with eager fingers. His usually neat hair was left a little wild and messy, and you couldn't help but giggle softly at the sight. He grinned back at you, shaking his head like a dog trying to shake off water, making you laugh even harder.
"You're ridiculous," you teased, but your words were laced with affection.
Spencer just smiled wider, his eyes filled with mischief and desire. Without missing a beat, his hands found the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up as you raised your arms in surrender, allowing him to undress you with deliberate care. The fabric slipped over your head, and as soon as it was discarded to the floor, you could feel his gaze roaming over your body.
His eyes lingered on your chest, clearly noticing the absence of a bra, and the way his breath caught sent a shiver through you. There was something so intense, so reverent in the way he looked at you that it made your skin tingle. His hands found their way to your breasts, his touch gentle yet filled with hunger, as if he couldnât quite believe this was happening.
Without another word, Spencer dipped his head back down, capturing your lips in another kiss that left you breathless. This time, it was deeper, more urgent, as if all the emotions he'd been holding back for years were pouring into this moment. His thumbs rubbed at your nipples as he kissed you, and you could feel his heart beating wildly against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own as you whined softly into his mouth.
Your hands found their way to his hair again, tangling in the soft strands as you pressed your body closer to his, craving more of him, more of the way his lips moved against yours, more of the way his hands explored you.
The moment you felt the unmistakable press of Spencerâs arousal against you, your instincts took over. Your hands trailed down, quickly working at the waistband of his pants, eager to feel more of him. Spencerâs fingers left your body only long enough to undo the buttons of his shirt, your breaths becoming heavier as the distance between you both shrank even more.
Soon, he was down to just his briefs, his skin warm against yours, and for a second, you thought he was about to pull you into another kiss. But instead, he surprised you by crouching down in front of you, his hands resting on your hips. You looked down at him with curiosity and amusement, tilting your head.
âWhat are you doing down there?â you asked, laughing softly, though your heart was racing.
Spencer looked up at you, and the look in his eyes sent a rush of warmth through your body. There was something almost reverent about the way he gazed at you, like you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid eyes on. âI have wanted this for so, so long,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âI want to savor every little bit of you.â
His words made you flush with heat, the intensity of his desire crashing over you like a wave. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and before you could say anything in response, Spencer's hands were moving again, removing the last pieces of your clothing as he kissed the newly exposed skin.Â
And then, you were standing completely bare before him, your most intimate parts now level with his face. The vulnerability of the moment, combined with the raw hunger in Spencerâs eyes, made you feel dizzy, but you couldnât look away.
It seemed like this was exactly what he had wanted all along. Without hesitation, he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin before his tongue traced a sure stripe through your slick folds. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, your knees almost buckling from the sheer intensity of it.
A gasp escaped your lips as Spencer continued, his mouth working with a determination that made it clear this was something he had imagined countless times before. His hands gripped your thighs, steadying you as he continued his ministrations, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes designed to unravel you from the inside out.
You couldnât stop the moan that escaped your lips, your fingers tangling in his hair once again as he savored you, just like he said he would.
"You taste better than I imagined," Spencer murmured between breaths, his voice thick with desire before he dove back in, his mouth moving over every inch of you, leaving no part untouched. His tongue was thorough, his lips relentless, and each movement made it harder for you to hold on to any coherent thoughts.
Your grip on his hair tightened as a desperate whimper escaped your lips. "Youâunghâyou imagined this?" you managed to gasp out between moans, your voice shaky and breathless.
Spencer hummed against you in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. He didnât stop, didnât even slow down, his mouth latching onto your clit with more intensity, suctioning his lips tightly before shaking his head back and forth, creating a sensation so intense it made you scream out, your body trembling with the force of it.
The sound that left you was raw, completely involuntary, as waves of pleasure rolled through you, Spencer's hands gripping your thighs tighter to hold you steady as you lost yourself in the moment. He was relentless, devouring you with an eagerness that matched his earlier words. It was clear he had thought about thisâdreamed about thisâand now, with you here in front of him, he wasnât going to waste a single second.
"Reid..." you moaned, your voice breaking as your entire body responded to his touch, your legs threatening to give out beneath you. Each movement of his tongue, each gentle bite or hum, pushed you closer and closer to the edge, and all you could do was hold on tight, letting him take you wherever he wanted you to go.
But then, just as you were teetering on the edge, Spencer pulled back, leaving you breathless and aching for more. The sudden absence of his touch made your body tremble, a desperate whine escaping your lips. When you looked down, confused and still dazed with pleasure, you noticed the almost stern look in his eyes, his lips glistening as he gazed up at you.
"Spencer," he said, his voice low, full of intent.
Your brow furrowed slightly, your mind hazy from the high you had been riding. "What?" you managed to ask, your voice breathless and needy.
His eyes softened, but his expression remained firm. "Call me Spencer," he repeated, his tone a mixture of command and affection, as if this small detail mattered more than anything in that moment.
Before you could fully process it, he leaned back in, parting you gently with his thumbs to give himself even more access. The feeling was overwhelming, your body trembling as he resumed his ministrations with renewed intensity, his tongue and mouth working in tandem, more precise and focused than before.
The need in you swelled again, even stronger than before, and this time, you couldnât hold back the moans that spilled from your lips. "Spencer," you gasped, his name escaping your lips like a prayer, your body arching into him as he pushed you further and further toward the edge.
Hearing his name on your lips seemed to spur him on, his movements growing even more deliberate as he devoured you with every ounce of the hunger he had been holding back. You were completely at his mercy, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel as he brought you closer and closer to the peak of pleasure, his name falling from your lips again and again.
Spencer could sense how close you were, your breath hitching and your body trembling beneath his touch. He doubled his efforts, his tongue moving with precision and urgency, his fingers pressing against your thighs to keep you steady. The need to see you completely unravel, to give you that release, spurred him on as he focused entirely on you.
Your moans grew louder, more desperate, and then, finally, the tension that had been building in your core snapped. You tilted your head back, your body arching as the overwhelming pleasure took over. With a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hands found Spencerâs hair, gripping it tightly, tugging hard as you released, your body shuddering and your mind reeling from the intensity of it all.
Spencer didnât stop, his mouth never leaving you as he worked you through your climax, swallowing everything you offered him. The feel of your fingers gripping his hair, the way your body shook as you released in his mouthâit was everything heâd dreamed of, and more. Only when your body began to calm, your breath evening out, did he slowly pull back, his lips brushing against your skin one last time, savoring the moment.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark and full of satisfaction as you slowly came back to reality. You were still breathless, your body weak from the intensity of your orgasm, but the way Spencer looked at you, filled with awe and admiration, made you feel like you were floating.
"That," he murmured softly, "was everything."
âUh huh,â you mumbled, still floating in the afterglow, your head in the clouds, your body humming with the remnants of pleasure. Spencer slowly rose from his knees, his hands gently skimming your skin as he stood to his full height, a soft, amused smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you.
âYou with me, beautiful?â he asked, his voice full of warmth and amusement as he stroked your hair, fingers threading through the strands tenderly.
You blinked up at him, your eyes still hazy with satisfaction, but your smile was soft and content. âIâm with you,â you replied, voice breathy but sincere, your whole body feeling like it was made of light.
Spencer chuckled, the sound affectionate and full of something deeper. âGood, good,â he murmured, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. âDo you want to keep going?â
A slow smile spread across your lips, and the way you said, âPlease, Spencer,â made his heart race with excitement and affection.
Spencer grinned, the playful glint in his eyes returning as he gently guided you down onto the pillows, his hands firm but tender. He leaned over you, his fingers brushing your cheek as he whispered, âAnything for the birthday girl.â
With that, Spencer lowered himself over you, his body pressing against yours with a sweet, delicious heat. You could feel the warmth of him, the anticipation growing as his lips found yours once again, slow and lingering, savoring every second. His hands explored your body as though he wanted to memorize every curve, every inch of your skin, and the way he touched you made your heart race all over again.
This wasnât just about physical pleasure anymoreâit was about something deeper, something that had been quietly building between you both for much longer than either of you had realized.
"Can you..." you started, but then hesitated, suddenly feeling a wave of shyness crash over you. This was Reid, after all, your colleague and friend, someone you'd see at work tomorrow. The reality of that hit you, and it made your heart race for an entirely different reason now.
Spencer, noticing the shift in your demeanor, raised an eyebrow, his voice soft and reassuring. "Can I what, darling?" he asked, a small, amused smile on his lips as he looked down at you.
You shook your head, trying to brush it off, but Spencerâs expression quickly shifted to concern. His hands, which had been tracing gentle patterns on your skin, paused, and his voice became softer, more serious. "Y/N... are you okay?"
You let out a quiet sigh, nodding, but there was still a lingering tension in your chest. "Just... is this going to be weird tomorrow?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The intimacy of the moment, the emotions wrapped up in everything that had just happenedâit suddenly felt fragile when faced with the idea of seeing him at the office the next day, going back to the usual routine like nothing had changed.
Spencer's face softened even more, and he tilted his head, his eyes searching yours. "Weird?" he repeated, his voice thoughtful, as if he was carefully considering your words. He shifted slightly, his hand coming up to gently stroke your cheek. "No, Y/N, this doesnât have to be weird."
You blinked up at him, your heart settling slightly at his calm demeanor. He continued, his voice gentle but certain. "We can take it one day at a time, okay? But if you're worried about work, nothing between us will change unless you want it to. I care about you too much to let this ruin anything.â
"If anything, this makes everything better," Spencer continued softly, his eyes full of sincerity as his hand stayed gently on your cheek. "Iâve wanted to be close to you for so long. I wouldnât do anything to mess that up or make you feel uncomfortable. We can handle this however you wantâslow, steady, or even just keeping it between us for now."
His words soothed the unease that had started to form, the tenderness in his tone making it clear that he wasnât rushing anything, wasnât trying to push for something more than what you were ready for. Spencer, as always, was careful, deliberate, and understanding. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, made you feel safe, even in this new, uncertain territory.
You took a deep breath, feeling some of the weight lift from your chest. "I just⌠I donât want this to change things in a bad way," you admitted, your fingers lightly brushing over his arm as he hovered over you, your bodies still close but the air between you calmer now.
Spencer shook his head, his smile warm and full of affection. "It wonât. I promise. Iâll still be me, youâll still be you. And weâll figure out whatever this is together, one step at a time. You donât have to worry about work or anything else right now. Just... be here with me tonight."
You felt a sense of relief wash over you, his words grounding you in the moment. The fear of what tomorrow might bring began to fade as you looked up at him, trusting that Spencer, with all his care and thoughtfulness, would never let this turn into something that would hurt either of you.
"Okay," you whispered, offering him a small smile. "Iâm here with you."
Spencerâs face lit up with a soft, almost shy grin as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, his hands once again finding their way to your waist, holding you close as if reassuring you through his touch.
âGood,â he murmured against your lips, his breath warm and comforting. "Because Iâm not going anywhere."
With that, the tension between you melted away, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the moment. Spencer guided you back onto the pillows, his movements slow and deliberate as he kissed you again, this time with more ease and tenderness, making it clear that whatever happened next would be on your terms, whenever you were ready.
Spencer groaned deeply into your mouth as you pushed his briefs down, your hand wrapping around him, stroking him with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch. You guided him into position, your need for him clear in the way your body responded. His lips never left yours, but his breath grew more ragged as the tension between you mounted.
âAre you sure?â he whispered, his lips brushing against yours, his voice thick with restraint.
You whimpered in response, the feeling of him grinding against you, the tip of his cock hitting your clit, making it impossible to think of anything else. âPlease, Spencer,â you begged, your voice trembling with need. âI want you so badly. Please.â
He let out a strained groan, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as your words washed over him. "Okay, okay," he whispered, trying to soothe you even though he was losing his own control. "Shh, you never have to beg me for anything, ever."
Your body writhed beneath him, desperate for more, for him, and you shifted your hips instinctively, trying to coax him to push inside. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and your need for him was palpable in every shaky breath you took.
Spencer, however, managed to hold onto a sliver of resolve, even as it wore thin. "Y/N, beautiful," he said, his voice rough, "we need to use a condom."
"Top drawer," you gasped, your words nearly a plea as your body moved beneath him, craving the release only he could give you. "Hurry!"
With a nod, Spencer fumbled toward the bedside table, pulling the drawer open with shaky hands. He found the box quickly, tearing it open with urgency. Your eyes stayed locked on him, watching every movement, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your skin burning with need.
He returned to you swiftly, sliding the condom on with practiced care, though his hands were trembling. The moment he was ready, he positioned himself above you again, his eyes filled with both desire and affection as he leaned down to kiss you, this time slower, savoring the feel of your lips against his.
"I'm here," he whispered, his voice softer now, filled with reassurance as he finally pressed forward, slowly pushing inside of you, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure crashing through both of you.
Your head fell back against the pillows, a loud, satisfied moan escaping your lips as he filled you completely, your body welcoming him in a way that felt natural, perfect. Spencer groaned, his breath hitching as he felt your tight walls constrict even further around him.Â
"Y/N, darling, relax, please," Spencer panted, his voice laced with both urgency and concern as he struggled to hold himself back, his body tense with restraint. He could feel your tightness, the way you clenched around him, and it was driving him wild, making it hard to stay in control.Â
You whimpered, your body still adjusting to the sensation. "You're justâah!" Your voice broke into a loud gasp as he finally pushed all the way inside, filling you completely. The stretch was intense, overwhelming in the best way. "You're so big... why didn't you tell me you were so big?"
Spencer let out a tense chuckle, clearly amused by your reaction despite his own effort to keep himself in check. "I, uh... didn't think it was that big," he managed to get out, his breath shaky as he looked down at you, his forehead damp with sweat from the strain of holding himself back.Â
âYouâre a fucking liar,â you laughed breathlessly through your whimpers and whines, your body trembling with both pleasure and amusement.
His chuckle, though filled with affection, was also tight with restraint, and you could feel the tension in his body as he tried to keep from moving too quickly. "Just... breathe," he murmured, his voice gentler now as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, trying to calm both you and himself. "I'll give you as much time as you need. I don't want to hurt you."
You nodded, taking deep breaths as your body slowly adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. Spencerâs hands stayed gentle, stroking your sides and thighs as he gave you time to acclimate, though you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back.
After a moment, you shifted your hips, testing the sensation, and the movement elicited a low groan from Spencer, his self-control wavering. "Okay..." you whispered, your voice soft but filled with need. "Iâm ready."
Spencerâs breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he slowly began to move. His pace was careful at first, each thrust deliberate as he let your body adjust to his size, but the tension between you built quickly, and soon, the rhythm grew more urgent, more desperate.
Each movement sent sparks of pleasure through you, the sensation of him filling you so completely making you dizzy with desire. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the way he moved so perfectly in sync with you, as if you were made for each other.
Spencer groaned deeply, his forehead pressing against yours again as his movements grew more intense. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice strained as he fought to hold himself back just a little longer, wanting to make this last as long as possible for both of you.
"Spencer!" you cried out, your nails digging into his back as your body trembled beneath him, the pleasure overwhelming you.
"Yeah, baby?" he panted, his voice rough and breathless as his hips slapped against yours in a steady, rhythmic motion. "Tell me what you need."
"You! More! Please!" Your voice was a desperate plea, every inch of your body burning with want.
"Fuck," he breathed, his control slipping as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more intense. His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers finding your clit as he began to rub you in time with his movements. The sensation made you cry out again, the combination of his fingers and his body sending you spiraling toward the edge.
âIâmâIâm gonna come,â you whined, your body trembling as you clenched tightly around Spencer, the sensation pushing you toward the brink.
âY/N!â he gasped, his voice strained as he tried to hold on. âCalm down, baby, youâre going to push me out.â
But you were too far gone to hear him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside you. Your whimpers grew louder, your body thrashing uncontrollably as Spencerâs fingers moved faster, working in perfect rhythm with your body's need.
Suddenly, it hit you all at once, the most intense release youâd ever experienced. You let out a violent scream, your entire body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, something deeper and more powerful than anything you'd ever felt before.
Your walls clenched so tightly that you did, in fact, push Spencer out, and you gushed all over him, your body overwhelmed by the force of your orgasm. Spencer let out a low groan at the sensation, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and arousal as he watched you come undone in front of him, watched your release coat his stomach and thighs.
âDid you just... squirt?â Spencer asked, his voice full of pure awe as he looked down at you, his eyes wide with amazement.
You were a panting mess on the bed, completely spent from the intensity of what had just happened. âThat, or I just peed on you,â you mumbled, half-joking but still trying to make sense of the overwhelming sensation you had just felt.
Spencer laughed, shaking his head as he dipped down to kiss you, his lips soft against yours. âYou are so sexy, Y/N,â he whispered, his voice full of affection and admiration.
You kissed him back tiredly, your body too exhausted to do much more, but the desire to give him what he needed still lingered. "Want you to come too," you whined softly, your words almost pleading.
âOkay, okay,â Spencer soothed, his breath hitching as he positioned himself once more, slowly pushing back inside you. The sensation made your body jolt, and you cried out, your back arching from the overstimulation. It was too much and yet not enough, the oversensitivity sending sharp pulses of pleasure through you.
âAre you okay, darling?â Spencer asked, his voice breathless as he fought to hold himself back, concerned about your comfort.
You nodded quickly, though your body was trembling beneath him. âNuh huh,â you whimpered, your voice shaky as you gripped him tightly, pulling him closer. âIâm okay, I want this. Please,â you urged, your body still sensitive but craving the closeness, needing to feel him chase his own release.
Spencer groaned at your words, his resolve crumbling as he began to move again, thrusting into you with an increasing pace. His body was tense, his breath ragged as he neared the edge, each movement sending both of you into a dizzying spiral of pleasure.
You clung to him as he chased his release, your breaths mingling, your bodies connected in a way that felt intimate and overwhelming all at once. And when Spencer finally let go, his body shuddering as he found his own climax, you held him close as he groaned and whispered your name.Â
After Spencer had taken care of both of you, gently cleaning you up and even changing the sheets that had been soaked in your release, the two of you finally settled into bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. His body was warm against yours, his breath steady as he held you close. Everything felt so perfect, so right in that moment, like the world had shrunk to just the two of you in that cozy little space.
You nuzzled into Spencer's chest, feeling his heartbeat under your lips as you placed a soft kiss there. "I want things to be different," you mumbled, your voice quiet and filled with a softness that made his heart swell.
Spencer looked down at you, his hand stroking your hair gently. "Yeah?" he asked, the happiness in his voice evident. "Different how?"
You shifted slightly, still cuddled close, your lips brushing over his skin. "I want everyone to know," you murmured, your voice more certain this time.
Spencer chuckled softly, though he held you tighter, a smile spreading across his face. "Know what exactly?" he asked, teasing slightly, though he had a feeling he knew where this was going.
You tilted your head up, meeting his eyes with a sweet, serious look. "That you're my boyfriend," you said, your voice full of affection, but also with a sense of determination.
Spencerâs heart fluttered at your words, and he couldnât help but break into a grin. Heâd never thought heâd hear you say something so simple yet so powerful. "Boyfriend, huh?" he teased softly, though his own voice was thick with emotion. He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. "I think Iâd like that," he whispered.
You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words settle over you like a blanket. "Good," you replied, kissing him softly. "Because I want everyone to know how lucky I am."
Spencer let out a soft laugh, his thumb gently tracing the outline of your face. "I think Iâm the lucky one, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with nothing but pure, overwhelming happiness. And in that moment, with the two of you wrapped up in each other, everything felt like it was exactly as it should be.
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needs and wants | eric aqpdo x fem!reader
đđđđđđđ:Â in the direct aftermath of the apocalypse, you meet a man who's worse for wear in just about every regard. even though you can't do too much to heal his injuries, it's possible that you can heal his heart. wc 10.6k (she's a doozy) đđđđđđđ: eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024) x fem!reader đđđđ: SPOILERS FOR AQPDO, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT THE FILM SPOILED!, mentions of death/general apocalypse things, panic attacks, mentions of suicidal thoughts/actions (if you know eric's backstory that ended up cut from the film, he talks ab it), far too much intimacy for what this is, smut (minors dni): p in v, tit sucking, condom use đđđđđđ'đ đđđđ: umm... i have no excuse for this... other than i need eric on a carnal level lol. hope you enjoy!!
It was funny how your whole world could change in a single day. And it was supposed to be a good day too; you had racked up enough PTO to allow yourself a full day off of work, and you had plans. You were going to brunch with your girlies that you hadnât seen since nursing school, you were going to rent a movie at home, watch rom-coms in your underwearâ you looked forward to sleeping in, taking a bubble bath, going to sleep early. You only achieved one part of that: you hadnât even received the mimosa pitcher you had ordered when you heard the noise outside, as loud as a rocket taking off on the street just outside the hip brunch place, and you had hardly turned to look out the window when your world fell apart.Â
Silence became your norm. Fear overtook you at every turn, giving your hands a perpetual shake that you werenât certain would ever wear off. You didnât know too much psychological or neurological stuffâ you were a trauma nurse, emergency room and ICU type stuff, you were more concerned with stopping the blood flow and stabilizing vitals than ever caring about the after-effects of shitâ but you wondered if the shaking of your hands was forever part of you now. You were good under pressure, never scared, but whatever the fuck those creatures were out there had changed the makeup of your being in a single second.Â
When the helicopters buzzed overhead, drawing the monsters toward them and away from the city, and they announced that boats were departing from a nearby dock, you knew you had to go. More than saving yourself, you knew some very hurt and very sick people would gather there. You were sure that FEMA people would be swarming the boats to take care of the sick and injured, but you didnât know what else to do. Your brain went on a sort-of autopilot, and you did the only thing you could think to do: you followed the crowd out to the docks.Â
You had never gone that long without talking. Your throat was so dry from debris and dust anyway that you werenât even sure that you could talk. Your clothes were torn, various small injuries that werenât anything some disinfectant and a Band-Aid couldnât fix, along with a gash on your calf that you had determined would be fine for now but could definitely use some tending-to once on the boat, plus your shaky hands, but otherwise you were fine. When the windows shattered and the monsters invaded, your table had overturned from the force of the sonic blast, and your animal instincts kicked in, throwing yourself behind the table and barricading there. You were one of the lucky onesâ you lived. Sure, glass cut up your knees and palms, and you couldnât even breathe without worrying that your breaths would alert the monsters, but you had lived. That was more than some could say.Â
You felt packed out like sardines on the boat. Standing room only, except for the few exceptions of the people who were hurt or passed out. You had meager belongings in your pockets, although you werenât sure how helpful your dead cell phone or essentially-useless credit cards would be in a time like this, but at least you had your work badge in your purse when you went to brunch. You found someone who looked like they were in charge, dressed in all-grey, not a military uniform but not civilian clothes either, and you silently showed them your badge, declaring yourself as a trauma nurse at a hospital in Brooklyn, and you gestured around, trying to ask if there was anything you could do to help. The woman shook her head, but folded her hands in a sort of âthank-youâ gesture.
You managed to stand towards the back of the ship, against the railing, next to the ladder, and you flinched at the loud chug of the boat casting off from the dock. Surely the monsters heard that. Everybody around you seemed to hold a deep breath, anticipatory, awaiting the worst to come at your final moments of salvation, but thankfully the monsters werenât concerned with you allâ maybe you were too far out in the water and, if the announcements from the helicopters were to be believed, the monsters couldnât swim, so they didnât care too much about the boat. Or maybe, the sudden sound of glass shattering from the shore, followed by shrill car alarms, captured their attention better.Â
You watched, horrified, as you spotted a woman racing down the street, hardly noticeable from the distance, but the sun glinted off of a silver metal pipe in her hand as she raised it in the air, and she smashed the window of the car next to her as she raced away.Â
âHellâs she doingâŚ?â The man next to you mumbled, and you instinctively put your hand on his shoulder to silence him, even though there was no need. The world had changed in a day, habits had formed in 24 hours, and you wondered how long it would take to shake the new habits. You watched the woman flit between cars, trying to outpace the monsters as she smashed windows, but then something else caught your attention. On the dock, there was a man. Wearing a yellow sweater, carrying something that you couldnât identify, running like his life depended on it towards the edge of the dock. And maybe it did; a few straggling monsters had started after him instead of the woman, and he had to have known as well as you did that the water was safe.Â
Your heart rammed up into your throat as he ran, faster and faster, white sneakers hitting the metal dock, and he looked over his shoulder for a moment at the monster that was meters, feet, away from him, before he righted himself forward and hurtled himself off the edge of the dock. Everyone on the boat was watching now as he flew for a brief moment, suspended in the air as time stood still, and then plummeted into the water below. The monsters skidded to a halt at the edge of the dock, one curled claw extended out, a scrap of yellow cardigan stuck on its talon.Â
By now, everyone had come to the same conclusion, and started to gather at the ladder onboarding right next to youâ the man would need help coming aboard. You all watched anxiously as he surfaced from the water, frantically looking around and gulping air as he tried to keep his head above water and orient himself. Finally, he looked towards the boat, and you could have sworn that he looked at you instead of anybody else. He gained his senses quickly, starting to swim out towards the boat, and you caught sight of the little white whatever-it-was he was holding: a cat. The cat seemed safe and unharmed, definitely soggy but no worse for wear, and you crouched down, extending your arm down the ladder to meet him.Â
You didnât have the strength to help pull him aboard, but the man who had spoken next to you gently moved you, and he grasped the wet manâs arm and pulled him up the last few rungs of the ladder. He heaved breaths, his eyes all big and round as he took in his surroundings. Then, if you were unsure whether he was looking at you before or not, he extinguished any doubts you had this time around, because his eyeline landed on you. He was startled, hurt, traumatizedâ those wet eyes had seen some things, worse than you had seen.Â
You helped him move away from the ladder and back towards a more secluded part of the boat, and the FEMA woman you had âtalkedâ to before came to your side, a first aid kit in one hand and a heavy wool blanket in the other.Â
âSir?â you croaked. Jesus Christ, speaking really was a challenge. You cleared your throat, hoping that would improve things, and you said, âSir, are you hurt?âÂ
He shook his head quickly, clutching the cat in his arms, and you spotted the gash on his shin. The leg of his pants was torn and shredded, and you could bet that the wound was pretty fresh. âYou can speak,â you told him gently. âWeâre safe here.âÂ
He looked at you, tears streaming down his face, and in a hushed voice, said, âHow can you be so sure?âÂ
They said the boat ride would last through the day and you would arrive by nightfall, but FEMA assured you that the destination would be worth it. A little island, they said, off the northern coast of the state, that used to house a summer camp but was abandoned however long ago. The buildings there, houses, old camp cabins, would take some sprucing up, they told you, but it was safe, and it could turn into home. As night fell, factions were made, and people divided as best as possibleâ the vulnerable ones, the hurt ones, the kids, went to the inside part of the boat, and the healthy stayed outside, huddled under the wool blankets and trying to forget the cold November ocean air berating their faces.Â
The yellow-cardiganed man was moved inside, and you moved through the small crowd in there, doing what you could to help. Passing out crackers and water bottles, winding gauze around bloody injuries, squeezing hands and offering small words of encouragement. It wasnât a lot, but it felt good to help.Â
Eventually, you couldnât ignore your fatigue anymore, and you sat down on the floor against the back wall with a sigh. It was a low din inside there, so you felt relatively safe making a little bit of noise, and you sniffled and zipped open the inside pocket of your coat. The stuff you had stashed from your purse was in there, and you frowned down at your brick of a cell phone, the screen shattered. You cast it aside, then pulled out your wallet, rifling through it to see what went missing. Thankfully, your license was still there, so if anybody needed identification at any point, you had that covered; an old fast food gift card that you were sure still had money on it but was useless now; and an old paper movie ticket that you had saved with the intention of putting it in a scrapbook. Your heart panged with hurt, and you checked every other section of your wallet, but it was empty.Â
Your house keys were certainly back on the floor of the restaurant, and you thought about the key to your motherâs house that lived on the ring. You hadnât been able to contact her since the monsters cameâ the last thing you said to her was a text the morning of brunch, telling her to have a good day, and she had sent the classic mom :-) emoticon to you. Was she still alive? Had she managed to escape the monsters? Even though she didnât live in the city, you wondered how far the monsters had traveled. Her neighbors were a family, with a high-school age son who played basketball and mowed your motherâs lawn; for your sanity, you chose to believe that they had taken her in (along with her prized African violets).Â
A little noise came from in front of you, someone clearing their throat, and you looked up through your welling tears to see him. Damp yellow cardigan, wool blanket loose around his shoulders, curls wet and flat to his forehead. He stood still, watching you for a moment, before he spoke, a little louder than the first time but still a whisper. âNever caught your name,â he said. An accent. Not a native New Yorker.Â
You told him with a shrug. Your eyes canvassed his frame, watching him shiver a little in what was probably an adrenaline rush, and your eyes landed on that nasty cut on his shin. It wasnât actively bleeding, but still very red. It looked maybe a little inflamed, a tiny bit swollen, and you started to reach out for it, but stopped yourself. Your hands were filthy and, if infection was already setting in the way you suspected it was, whatever germs you had probably werenât good for the wound. You withdrew your hand and settled in your lap, and you cleared your throat. âOne of the FEMA people can help with that,â you told him, nodding towards his leg. âBandages and anti-inflammatories and shit.âÂ
âArenât you a nurse?â the man asked, now his turn to nod at you. You had clipped your badge to the collar of your coat and, even though the plastic flower that had once surrounded the metal clip was shattered and long gone, the clip still served its purpose.Â
âI am,â you said. âBut I donât have bandages.â You cracked a loose smile, and you winced at the bottle of water and pile of crackers next to you on the floor. âIâve got crackers and water.âÂ
âIâm starving,â he told you, returning the small smile. âMay I?âÂ
You nodded, and he worked himself down to the floor (he seemed to be favoring his left ankle a little, the same leg with the gash). He settled back against the wall, sighing heavily, and he took a pack of crackers into his hands and read the label for a moment. ââPeanut butterâ,â he read. âDâya like these?âÂ
âTheyâre alright,â you said. âI used to buy the same ones, shove âem in my work bag to eat between patients. Kinda bland and gross, but they get the job done.âÂ
He nodded, and he tore the corner of the plastic sleeve and extracted a peanut butter cracker. âI used to like the ones with, erm, cream cheese and chives,â he said. âA quick snack at work. Sânever what I wanted to eat, but sometimes Iâd be at the office âtil late, and at that point, take what you can get, yeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you agreed. âWhat did you do?âÂ
âLawyer,â he said, popping one of the crackers into his mouth.Â
âOh, shit,â you chuckled. âYeah, you had some long nights⌠My sisterâs husband is a paralegal, he used to tell me all about it.âÂ
âCool,â he told you. âAnd you, Miss Nurse?â
âAnd me what?â you asked.
âWhatâs your husband do?â he asked.Â
You laughed. You couldnât help it. âIâd have to have one of those for him to have a job,â you said. âNo, being a nurse is very, like⌠If youâre not married by the time you leave nursing school, all hope is lost. You wonât ever have any free time to go on dates or even think about that sorta stuff.âÂ
âSame with law school,â he told you. âAll my mates were engaged or married when we graduated, and everyone always told me, âOh, Eric, youâll find the right girl! Sheâs out there somewhereâ, and itâs like⌠If sheâs not in my office building or on the subway home at 2AM, Iâm not meeting her.âÂ
âYou went to school around here?â you asked, and he (you assumed his name was Eric, based on his anecdote) nodded, then shrugged.Â
âCornell,â he said. âThen got hired at a firm in the city, and just⌠Never left.âÂ
âWell, thatâs cool,â you said lightly. âIâm assuming youâre not from around here?â
He shook his head. âKent,â he said. âAbout an hour out from London.â
âWow,â you said softly. âThat change mustâve been⌠A lot.â
Eric shrugged. âI dunno,â he said. âIt was alright, I suppose. At that time, I was sorta fighting with my dad all the time, really wanting to leave and go somewhere but he didnât want thatâŚâ He trailed off, letting the conclusion form by itself. âHavenât seen âem in-person since then. I always said I was busy, or it was too expensive, or⌠I was supposed to go back home at Christmas⌠My sister had a baby and I was supposed to meet him thenâŚâ He trailed off, obviously at a loss for what else to say, and you sighed.
âIâm sure theyâre okay,â you told him, even though you yourself doubted it. âI mean, maybe the monsters are only here. They donât like water; if they came from here, they canât get over there.â
Eric nodded slowly. His eyes scanned the room, looking and listening, and he reached his hand out in front of him, making a small noise with his tongue against his teeth. You followed his gaze and found his cat, all furry with white and black spots, being adored and pet by a little boy sitting on a cot close by, and Eric tutted at the cat again. The cat turned their big dark eyes to their owner, and dutifully trotted over, snuggling in-between Ericâs criss-cross-applesauce legs.
âWhoâs this?â you asked.
âFrodo,â Eric said, stroking the cat between his ears. Frodo began to purr, his eyes closing blissfully, and Eric said, âHe was my friendâs, but she⌠She told me to take care of him.â
Your mind brought back the image of the woman running, distracting the monsters away from Eric. âWas that the one whoâŚ?â you started, and Eric nodded.
âHe was her service animal,â he said. âShe had cancer, he sort-of alerted her whenever her pain medication was going out⌠Also kept her company in hospice. Heâs quiet, so you donât have to worry.â
âWell, none of us have to worry about that,â you said, and Eric took in a breath. âNot anymore. Not with the island.â
âRight,â Eric sighed. âAlmost forgot.â
âIâm worried Iâll never go back to normal,â you admitted. âEven just two days of thinking like this⌠Traumaâs so fucking weird.â
Eric nodded in agreement. You caught him staring at your hands, shaking and shivering as they laid in your lap, and he started to unwind the blanket from around himself to settle over you, but you shook your head. âMânot cold,â you told him. âJust⌠Nervous. Yâknow?â
Eric watched you for a moment, making sure that you werenât bullshitting him (you were a little; your coat was wet through, and you definitely could do with a dry coat, but you would live), and he said, âI think you need to pet my cat.â
âDo I?â you asked with a chuckle.
âYou sure do,â Eric nodded. âHe doesnât bite or scratchâ he might nibble your fingers a little, but only âcause heâs curious.â
You reached out for Frodo, letting him sniff your hand a little before he shoved his solid little head under your fingers, squinting his eyes as you started to scratch behind his ears. You couldnât help the smile that overtook your face, and you said, âHeâs very sweet.â
âHeâs smart too,â Eric said. âHe can do maths. Lookâit: Frodo, whatâs one minus one?â
Frodo, of course, responded in silence, and Eric smiled, cocking his head. âI think thatâs impressive,â he said, and you huffed out a laugh.
âSilly,â you mumbled under your breath, moving to scratch Frodo on his chin. âWhenâs the last time heâs eaten? I can try to find something for him.â
âLast night,â Eric said, his smile faltering. âSam mightâve given him something earlier this morning, but I didnât wake up until later.â
Thatâs how you greeted the island, petting Frodo and sharing light stories about your past lives. Nothing too heavy or sad or emotional, even though it felt like any story about your past life held an air of sadness and mourning. You could try to go back to normal, but normal was long gone. As everyone departed the boat under the dusky stars, there was a large team of FEMA workers to greet you with big, heavy bags and send you to an empty cabin for the night. You and Eric (and Frodo) stuck together, and you received your bags and moved down to a cabin. To your surprise, the lights worked, as did a small space heater in the corner, but you can tell it had been running for some time, because the inside was already warm. Several beds were set up and made with thin, government-issued bedsheets, but it was far better than nothing.
You went about unpacking the bag as Eric moved to the small bathroom and shut the door. There was a change of clothes, sweatshirt and pants and underwear and socks, basic toiletries like a toothbrush and shampoo and a small bar of soap, two bottles of water, a plastic packaged MRE (you had Menu 3, âchicken, egg noodles, and vegetables in sauceâ), and some things like Band-Aids and small packages of Advil like what you kept stocked in the ER, along with a sanitary napkin, and, the piece de resistance (courtesy of the American government, youâre very welcome), a condom. You frowned at the last thing and slid it into your toiletries bag underneath the bar of soap to hide it; to be frank, sex was the last thing you wanted or needed. Your brain was still in survival mode, and you didnât even feel like you could settle down enough to sleep, let alone to fuck. Could anybody here?
You heard the shower squeak on in the bathroom, and the pipes creaked as water rushed through. You stripped off your clothes, exchanging them for the warmer and drier and less dirty option, and you sniffled as your fingers began to warm up, becoming less stiff but considerably more sweaty. The bed creaked under you as you sat down, the springs screaming at you, and you rubbed the paper-thin blanket between your fingers. It reminded you of the quality of the hospital, where you might as well be using copy paper instead of fabric. If you had known that your last night in your bed, with your memory foam pillow and weighted blanket, would truly be your last, you would have savored the experience far more. Would you even be warm enough under those blankets?
You couldnât ponder it any longer, because Frodo suddenly caught a bee in his bonnet, and he skittered from atop the second bed, where Eric had settled his things before he went to the shower. He careened to the closed bathroom door, and he got up on his hind legs, pawing at the door handle. Wordlessly, he craned his tiny head to look at you, and he made the first cat noise you heard him make, a sort of âmrrowâ chirping groan. As you got up and went to grab him (âEricâs just taking a shower, Fro, heâll be right backâ), Frodo turned back to the door and began to bat at the handle, like he was attempting to turn it.
And then you remembered. Frodo was a service cat. He had been trained to alert for certain things, and Eric had mentioned rising pain levels, but what else could Frodo alert for? Suddenly, your heart jumped into your throat, and you knocked on the door. âEric? You okay?â you asked, but you received no answer. âEric? Hey, man, Frodoâs freaking out, are you alright in there?â
It was hard to hear too much over the sound of the running shower, but you heard the unmistakable shaking breath of a gasping sob, and, maybe against your better judgement, you turned the door handle. The door wasnât locked, and the hinges squeaked as you opened the door. Eric had shed his blanket and cardigan and loosened his tie, but he was backed into the far corner of the bathroom, staring at the porcelain bathtub with eyes as big as dinner plates. The faucet was running, the tub filling up, but Eric was frozen. Quickly, you turned the tap and shut off the water, and you gave him his space as you asked âWhatâs wrong? Can you tell me what happened?â
Eric shook his head, his mouth contorting into an ugly sob, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Tears leaked out, and he just kept shaking his head over and over. âNo, no,â he mumbled. âNo!â
âHey, easy,â you told him gently. âWhatâs going on? How can I help?â
âTh-The water,â Eric gasped. âIâIââ His knees gave out, and he slumped against the wall with a sob. He began to claw at his shirt, at the topmost button; even though it was undone, he still seemed to want it looser.
You rushed to his aid, pushing his hands aside and starting at his shirt buttons. His eyes were still shut tight, but you needed to see his pupilsâ if he was in shock, or if something else was happening, the dilation of his pupils could help tell you. âEric,â you said softly. âOpen your eyes, please. Please? I need to see your eyes.â
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, and you saw his pupils so big and dark, they almost overtook the brown of his iris. His face was pale, his chest heaving as you undid his buttons, and you pressed your fingers to the side of his neck to check his pulse. Fast, hard, heavy. You had been by his side all night, he hadnât taken any medication that he could be having a reaction to, and he had been eating the same crackers and water that you had. There werenât many other conclusions to come toâ a panic attack. But at what?
Eric sank down to the floor, sobbing and shaking, and you followed him, putting a gentle but controlling grip on his wrists. You didnât think he would, but you needed to control him if he started to get violent. âEric, take a breath,â you told him. âYouâre okay. Youâre safe. Nothingâs going to hurt you, okay? Everything is alright.â
Eric sucked in a breath and doubled over on himself, and you kept your hands on his wrists as you shifted awayâ if he got sick, you didnât want it on your clothes. Although, you were sure you could get different ones somehow. But he didnât get sick, he just kept crying. You felt awful and tasted bitter in your mouth. Typically, at this point, you would be paging the mental health wing to come by and evaluate him, and youâd move on to the next person waiting in the ER. You didnât know how to talk someone down from a panic attack. You didnât even know how to do that for yourself, let alone for Eric.
âOkay,â you whispered. âOkay, itâs okay. What happened? Did something happen?â
Ericâs eyes glazed over you and settled behind your shoulder, and you looked back to see the bathtub. It was hardly half-full, but everything clicked into place. âThe water,â you said. âYouâre afraid of the water. Is that it?â
Eric sniffled and nodded weakly, and you blinked away tears. âThatâs okay,â you whispered. âThatâs totally okay. I mean, you had to jump into the water to get away from the monsters, I donât blame you for being afraidââ
âI was down in the subway,â Eric blurted out. âWhen the monsters came. I was there, and I couldnât stop thinking, I just kept thinking, and I⌠I didnât have the guts to do it. I wanted to do it, I wanted to! But I was too scared that it would hurt. Was scared Iâd looked too fucked up and they wouldnât be able to tell who I was, and my-my mum, thinking about my mum being told, it would kill her, and I was just thinking⌠And the water came rushing in. Filled everything up, there was no air⌠I had to swim, and I canât swim, I never learned really, but I was swimming and I just thought âI donât actually want to dieâ. But I started feeling spotty, all lightheaded and fairy, and I think I was starting to drown, but I saw the light and came upâŚâ
You were at a loss for words. If you were understanding him, he had been trying to kill himself before the monsters. It sounded like he was moments away from stepping in front of a train. His saving grace was the flood in the tunnels. You had trouble swallowing as your throat went thick, and you lowered your eyes for a minute before you loosened your grip on his wrists. âItâs okay,â you whispered. âYouâre gonna be alright. Do you want to take a shower instead?â
Eric shook his head. âDoesnât work,â he mumbled. âOnly the tub does.â
You sighed heavily. âDo you want me to stay?â you asked. âOr I can wait outside the door?â
Eric seemed edging into a catatonic state, just shivering and blinking, and you frowned. You finished your abandoned job of undoing his shirt buttons, and you loosened his tie until it came off completely, and you gently pushed off his stained and ragged buttoned shirt. His undershirt wasnât in much better shape, the underarms and neck stained with sweat, and you started to take it off, but paused. âIs this okay?â you asked. He didnât react to your question, just staring at your neck, and you carefully angled his head up to look you in the face. âEric. Is it okay if I undress you and put you in the bath? Iâll be right here the whole time, I wonât leave you alone.â
Eric weakly nodded, shifting his arms a little to better help you pull his undershirt over his head, and his hands went down to his pants to finish the job. You quickly considered what the next steps were as Eric fished his belt from his pants loops, and you pushed the sleeves of your sweatshirt up to your elbows to free up your hands. Eric, now only in his boxers, gave you a pathetic look, and you took him by the hand and helped him to his feet. You figured that he had forgone removing his boxers for a reason, so you didnât push it, and you held him stable as he lifted a shaking foot over the edge of the bathtub. He was silent, but you watched tears run down his cheeks as he settled both feet in the water, his grip on your hand so tight that it almost hurt.
Slowly, he sat down in the tub, and the water splashed your hand. It was warm but not hot enough to hurt, and you sat by the edge of the bathtub, watching Eric as he sniffled. He certainly was dirty after two days in an apocalyptic city, and you were sure that you werenât any better off, and you started to get up to retrieve the toiletry bag that he had brought in with him, settled by the sink, but his tight grip only became more vice-like as you tried to depart. âDonâtââ he choked out, and you shushed him gently.
âIâm not leaving,â you told him. âJust getting the shampoo and stuff, just by the sink.â
âCan you get in?â Eric asked softly, almost at a whisper. âWhen you come back?â
âI-In?â you repeated. âLike, in the bath?â
Eric nodded. He was watching you with his big, intense eyes, and a shiver ran down your back.
âOkay,â you told him. âUmm⌠I donât know if I can. I donât have any other clothes, and I canât get these wet.â
âPlease?â Eric whimpered. âNeed⌠Just need help.â
Maybe it was because you felt bad for him, or maybe you were feeling something that you didnât want to consider yet, but regardless of the reason, you nodded. You got up from the floor and retrieved the bag from the sink counter, and you came back to the tub. The sides of the tub were curved, not allowing for you to settle the stuff on the edge, and you quickly handed the shampoo and soap to him. He held them gingerly, and he averted his eyes down to the water as you put the bag down and started to pull off the sweatshirt. âEric,â you said softly. âYou can look. Youâre gonna see everything in the next few minutes anyway, so it doesnât matter.â
Slowly, Eric raised his eyes up, but he still didnât look staright at you. At least now it wasnât obvious that he was avoiding looking at you like before, where it felt like he would be burned alive if he looked. You carefully pulled the sweatshirt over your head and set it by your feet, then you pulled down the sweatpants and stepped out of them. Your heart was beating quickly as you lowered yourself into the bathtub, sitting with your back to Eric, and he nudged his legs a little wider to allow you to sit comfortably. The water felt good on your aching muscles, especially your back, and you sighed lightly. You sat for a moment, trying to drum up enough courage to turn to him and start to help, but he beat you to it.
Ericâs hands were warm, his palm a little rough, as he touched your shoulder, sliding his hand down a little to reach your back. His fingers played with the ends of your hair, and he lowered his hand back to the water. He cupped his palm and let water flow in, then he brought it up to you and wet your hair. Was this his definition of help? To help himself, he had to help others? It made sense, but it still took you a little by surprise. You donât think anybody had ever washed your hair for you, not since you were a kid. But this was different, in just about every way possible. It was intimate in a way that made your breath catch in your throat, and you swallowed thickly as Eric lifted a hand and tilted your head back to lightly pour water over the front of your hair. He was careful in his work, making sure not to get it on your face or in your ears, and you listened to his breathing even out as he diligently did his task.
The shampoo was some cheap, basic crap, didnât smell like anything and was only good for getting the oil out of your hair, but the way that Eric worked it into your hair made it seem like it was made by the gods. You felt relaxed, the first time in a long time, and your eyes slipped close as his fingertips worked into your scalp. You couldnât remember the last time you felt that good, especially by someone elseâs handsâ maybe years, it was hard to say. You knew that, no matter how good it felt, you couldnât sink too hard into the feeling of it. Eric just needed to help you, and this was his help; nothing more, nothing less.
He gently poured water from his palms over your hair, rinsing it out as best as possible, and you felt that hot streak shoot up your nose. You wanted to cry. You hadnât cried in⌠You had no idea. It certainly had been a long time, and you frowned and gulped as you held down the tears. Unluckily for you (or maybe luckily; it was nice to know Eric was so attentive), he noticed your catched breathing, and his hands gently settled on your shoulders. âAre you okay?â he asked gently.
âAre you?â you answered, almost a knee-jerk reaction. Donât worry about yourself, worry about your patient, your friend, anybody else. You came last in your mind, everybody else was more important than you.
âThatâs not what I asked you,â Eric said firmly. âAre you okay?â
âIâŚâ you started. You wanted to tell him that you were fine, that nothing was wrong. He didnât need to worry about you, you were tough, you could handle yourself. You watched as water filtered through your own fingers, pooling in your palm but escaping out of every little break and crevice possible, and you pursed your lips as you slowly rubbed your face, trying to wash away to grime and dirt. You shook your head lightly, trying to come up with any words to express yourself, and you wiped off your cheeks as you sniffled. âI donât know.â You couldnât come up with any better explanation; you just didnât know if you were okay or not. Your hands slid down your face and flattened up against your neck, and you sighed. âAre you okay?â you tried again.
âIâll be okay,â Eric told you. His hands smoothed down your shoulders to your arms, and he squeezed your upper arm for a moment before he went for the soap, starting up a lather between his palms.
âWell, sure, weâll all be okay eventually,â you replied. âBut are you okay right now?â
Eric waited until he was washing your back to answer. His sudsy hands slipped over your skin easily, but he dug his fingertips into your muscles, offering relief. âIâll be okay,â he repeated. âI donât know what I am right now, to be honest. Headâs just full of⌠I donât know. A whole lot of noise, but not any one thing. Itâs all quiet out here, but in there, itâs justâŚâ He sighed, and his hands halted at your sides. He obviously had been on track to move to your front, doing his job on autopilot, and he only thought about what he was doing as he was about to do it.
Silently, you shifted your weight back just a hint, closer to him, trying to tell him that it was alright without saying the words. He quickly caught on to what you were telling him, and his hands slid around your body to your front. To your relief, he avoided where you had expected his hands to go, instead wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hugging himself to you, setting his chin on your shoulder. âYou make it quiet up there,â Eric whispered, barely above a breath, like he was afraid of saying it out loud. âI donât know how, I donât know why⌠But you start talking, and itâs like everything else fades away.â
That was your breaking point. Tears started to fall from your eyes, and you sniffled as your hands reached up to your neck and clutched his wrists, looking for anything tangible to hold on to while you cried. And cried you did, your face contorted as you sobbed, your shoulders shaking and chest heaving, and you squeezed Ericâs wrists. He was quick to move impossibly closer, molding his front to your back, and his arms slipped down to your middle, squeezing you tightly as he buried his face in your neck and began to cry as well. He was much quieter than you, not having nearly as much that he held back and needed to get rid of, but it felt good to have someone commiserate with you.
You werenât sure who moved firstâ maybe there wasnât a first to move, maybe you both moved at the same timeâ but somehow your foreheads came to touch, and your crying pettered down to a sniffle and watery eyes. Your hand came up to touch his cheek, scruffy with a few daysâ old beard trying to grow in, and your thumb stroked his cheekbone. He keened into your touch, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. His big brown eyes, so full of every emotion, hidden just so but easy to see if you knew where to look, locked on yours, and your lips fell open in anticipation of his mouth on yours.
Instantly, though, you shifted away and lightly cleared your throat. This wasnât the time for that. You didnât know if there would ever be a time for that again. Quietly, you splashed water on your face, and stood up, carefully getting out of the bathtub and going after the towel that sat on the countertop. You scooped your clothes up off the floor as well, and you escaped from the bathroom without a word. You were sure he was confused, maybe even wounded, but you didnât care. On some level, you did want thatâ you wanted to feel wanted, to feel adored, cared about, and Eric was a great guy for that, but you didnât want just that. You wanted a life, you wanted a partner, you wanted loveâ not just some trauma-borne fuck that you forgot about as soon as it happened.
You dried your body and slipped into your full outfit, pants and sweatshirt and underwear and socks, and you sat on your bed as you dried your hair. You listened as, inside the bathroom, the water sloshed against the side of the tub while Eric moved around, and you watched as Frodo calmly stalked the perimeter of the room, seeming to check every nook and cranny. You put your damp towel to the side and tutted out at the cat, and Frodo looked up at you for a moment before he scampered over to you, hopping up onto the bed and settling himself in your lap. âYouâre a good boy, Fro,â you whispered, stroking his back. âSuch a good boy.â
âDid I do something wrong?â Ericâs voice floated to you, and you turned to him. He was now all clean as well, his hair soggy and his face free of grime, wearing the sweatpants and sweatshirt. His hair was pushed away from his face, and you could see, even in the dim light, freckles dotting his forehead.
You sighed. âNo,â you replied. âIâm just⌠I donât know.â
âDid you not want me toâŚ?â Eric began.
âNo, no, itâs not that,â you told him quickly. âNot that at all, I did want you to, I just⌠I donât know if I can do all that.â
âAll what?â Eric asked. âWhat did you think was going to happen if I kissed you?â
âWell,â you shrugged. âI donât know, I assumed more would come of it. And I just donât know if Iâm ready for more. Even before the world came crashing down, I wasnât ready for more. Thatâs why I didnât have anyone; not because I didnât have time, although that was true. Iâm just⌠Scared.â
Eric quietly moved towards you, bypassing his bed and settling at the extreme edge of yours, as far away as possible while still occupying the same space. Frodo looked at him with thin eyes and he slowly blinked at Eric, and his tail flopped in an indignant half-wag. âScared of what?â Eric asked.
You sighed. âThat I wonât be right for anyone,â you said. âEven back when I was on the market, people always⌠I donât know. Wanted more, and for whatever reason, I could never give more to them. I was always so afraid of what would happen when I finally gave all of myself to someone that I never did, and by the time I figured out that someone did want all of me, it was too late and Iâd already lost them. I can never winâ Iâm always never enough or Iâm too much. Iâm never just right.â
Eric thought on your words for a few moments, and he moved closer to you, just an inch. âYeah,â he said. âBut that was back then. Everything has changed. Everything is different now. You donât need to be afraid of being whatâs right, because what used to be right is just⌠All sorts of fucked up now. Nobody knows anything anymore. I certainly donât. But I know what I want, more than I ever have before.â
âAnd let me guess,â you said. âYou want me?â
You hoped that calling him out on his cheesy clichĂŠ would have him back down. You liked that he wanted you, and you wanted him too, you wanted him so badly that it hurt, but you didnât want him to mistake wanting you for wanting a connection with someone.
âI want to be okay again,â Eric told you. âBut I need you.â
That was the most magical word of all. Need. It punched a hole in your heart and took your breath away, and you watched him as he watched you, just seeing who would dare to break first. Frodo seemed to know something you didnât, because he jumped up out of your lap and skittered across the room with an uncharacteristic yowl, and you frowned as he sped away, but your frown was quickly wiped off your face as Eric bridged the gap and kissed you.
You didnât hesitate to kiss him back. He held your face as his lips moulded to yours, a perfect fit as you kissed back, and you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It felt good to kiss someone, to hold someone and be held by someone. You forgot how much you missed the feeling of another person, and you melted into his body as he claimed your hips in his strong hands. His knuckles were scuffed up, but he held you so gently, and you easily fell back onto the bed. He followed you, settling over you like he had done it a thousand times before, but the way his hands slowly slid up the sides of your shirt to touch your bare skin showed you how much it meant to him. Slow and gentle and sweet, he was everything you had wanted from a partner and a lover for as long as you could remember.
But you could tell, even though he was being sweet, how badly he wanted to have you. His kiss was greedy, shifting away from your mouth to kiss your chin and jaw and neck, almost feral with his need for you, but you welcomed it. Strong emotions like that were flattering, especially here and now, and you didnât waste much time before sliding your hand past the elastic waistband of the sweatpants nestled around his hips. Your palm found his cock instantly, and you held in your gasp of surprise at his sizeâ he definitely had something to be proud of. His skin was warm through the layer of his underwear, and you paused and widened your eyes at him, a quiet question of how far he wanted you to go.
âYou donât have to be quiet anymore,â Eric whispered. âTalk to me, sweetheart.â
You shivered underneath him at the sweet name he had bestowed on you, and you quietly asked, âDo you want me toâŚ?â
âGod, yes,â he moaned. âHavenât done this in so longâŚâ
You couldnât help but crack a smile as you slipped under his briefs, and your fingers wrapped around his thick length. His skin was hot to the touch, his cock rock-hard, and he moaned softly into your neck at the contact. Whether he meant to or not, his hips rolled forward, pushing himself further into your grip, and he quickly whispered, âMâsorry, fuckââ
âDonât apologize,â you told him. Your free hand went to cradle his cheek, and you shifted his face so that you could kiss his plush lips again. âItâs hot.â
âOh, yeah?â Eric asked. âItâs hot howâŚâ He paused to kiss you, nipping at your bottom lip with his front teeth, and he continued. âHow desperate I am?â
âI am too,â you told him. âI just hide it better.â
Almost as if he was checking if you were lying, his hand skated down from your side and into your pants, letting his fingers mold to your cunt, and he chuckled lightly. âGod, youâre wet,â he smiled. âThat makes me feel better.â
âWere you worried I wasnât?â you asked.
âJust a little,â Eric whispered, wrinkling his nose. âBut I figured youâd tell me if something wasnât working for you.â
âIâll let you know,â you told him. You chased him into another kiss, and his tongue invaded your mouth. It had been so long since you had someone make you feel like that, and you whined softly into his mouth. âEric, please.â
âWhat do you want?â he asked. âTell me what you want, and Iâll do it.â
âAnything,â you whimpered. Your legs shifted, coming up to anchor around his waist, and you slowly started to stroke his cock, teasing his soft head, just to see his reaction.
Thankfully, his cheeks went red, and that pretty pink mouth of his opened in a moan, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he mumbled, âFuck, sweetheart, Iâm already too close for you to be doing that.â
âAlready?â you asked. You sounded a little more surprised than you meant to, and you quickly added, âThatâs really attractive, Eric, I hope you know that.â
âWhat is?â he chuckled. âThat Iâve got a short fuse?â
âWell, yeah,â you shrugged sheepishly. âI think it is, anyway. How can I help you?â
âUmm,â Eric said, then swallowed thickly. âCan I⌠Tits?â
You smiled at him, and you laid a gentle kiss on his lips before he shifted away, letting you pull up your sweatshirt. Your little survival packs hadnât provided you with a bra of any kind, and you watched Ericâs already-wide eyes flare out at the sight of your chest. He didnât say a word before he moved down your body and started to kiss everywhere he could reach, taking time and care on your tits. Your hand fell out of his pants at the angle shift, and you settled your fingers to twist in his damp curls as his own hand replaced yours, jerking himself off as he gently licked at your hardening nipple.
âSâthat okay?â he whispered, casting his doe eyes up at you, and you nodded quickly. ââCause if itâs not, I can stopââ
âI promise itâs okay,â you whispered. âI swear.â
Eric smiled. âShe swears,â he whispered under his breath, and you giggled. âShe swears she likes when I suck her tits. Arenât I a lucky guy?â
You could hardly ignore the hot pressure between your legs, and you snaked your hand in-between your bodies and started to push down your sweatpants, but Eric noticed what you were up to, and he tugged his hand out of his own pants to capture the waistband of your sweatpants in his grasp. âPlease,â he said. âAllow me.â You could tell that he intended to be funny, but his flushed face and fucked-out pupils made it seem a lot more pathetic than youâre sure he meant to be, but that just made a rush of heat strike your core, and your head fell back in bliss as you felt your hot skin slowly exposed to the air.
When you lifted your head back up to look at him, you watched as he shed his own clothes, finally matching you, and you bit your lip as his heavy cock rose to lay against his tummy. He had the thinnest trail of hair coming from down his belly button, smatterings of hair on his chest, a nicely-groomed bush of hair at the base of his cock; he clearly cared about the way he looked, and you loved that. You wondered if the Eric you knew was anything like the Eric before the monsters came, and you watched as he leaned back and began to gently place kisses down the length of your body. He was soft and gentle with you, although you were nearly certain he wanted to take you then and there, and you wiggled a little under his lips. âCan weâŚâ you started. âDo that later?â
âDo what?â Eric asked.
âThe whole âsweet and kissyâ thing,â you said. âNot to sound, like, sex-starved or anything, but I am, and I think my heartâs gonna explode if youâre not inside me soon.â
Eric chuckled, obviously not expecting that level of honesty out of you, and he pushed his damp curls off of his forehead. âWhatever youâd like, sweetheart,â he told you. âAs long as you promise to let me eat your cunt eventually. I can only go so long seeing you like this and be expected to not put my mouth on you.â
âSure,â you replied, secretly excited that he was expecting a second time.
Eric swiped a quick kiss on your mouth, and then he furrowed his eyebrows. âUmmâŚâ he began. âIâ Do you⌠Are you on any birth control or anything?â
You squeezed your eyes shut. âNo,â you sighed. âI was, but all thatâs back in my apartment in Brooklyn. Havenât taken my pill since, like, three nights ago, so Iâm basically fucked for the whole month.â
âFuck,â Eric whispered, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. âI guess, are you alright with this, then? We can figure something else outââ
âThereâs, umm,â you winced. âA condom, in the bag with the shampoo and everything. Thereâs one in mine, and I bet thereâs a second one in yours too.â
âOh, shit, really?â Eric laughed. âThat���s⌠Thatâs pretty funny.â
âApparently, FEMA knows what people do in times of crisis,â you smiled.
âSo, what Iâm hearing,â Eric started, moving himself off the bed and going to your toiletries bag on the floor. His back turned to you, and you felt your eyes widen in shock at the state of his ass. Jesus Christ, this guy had a great ass, smooth and plump and perfectly rounded; you almost wanted to reach out and bite it. âIs that we can fuck twice, and then weâll need to figure something else out.â
âIs that so?â you asked, and Eric came back to the bed, deftly tearing open the condom wrapper. You leaned up on your elbows to watch as he got back up on his knees, caging you between his thick thighs, and he made quick work of rolling the condom down his thick length, making a quiet grunt as he got it situated the way he wanted. âWhat makes you think thereâll be a third time? Or a second, for that matter?â
âWonât there?â Eric asked. âYou seem pretty into it right now. Or least your cunt is; look at how wet she is for me.â
âWell, yeah, now,â you teased him, biting the tip of your tongue, trying to will your thundering heart to go back to normal. âBut what if, when everything is said and done, youâre actually a terrible fuck and I donât want anything else to do with you?â
He laughed deep in his chest, and he took your thighs in his strong hands and opened your legs, smoothly settling himself so he could rub his hard cock against your weeping cunt. You felt blood thrumming under your skin, making every inch of you pulse and surge, and you whined high in your throat when the head of his cock caught at your hole, threatening to slip in with ease. âI doubt that, sweetheart,â he told you. âIâve been told Iâm a fantastic fuck.â
âAre you sure they werenât trying to keep your ego intact?â you asked, and Eric tilted his head curiously at you.
âWell, they werenât telling me much of anything,â he said. âUsually, by the end, theyâre so fucked-out and brainless that they can hardly string a sentence together.â
Then, without a word of warning, he gripped your hips and slid himself inside of you, and you gasped. It had been so long that you had almost forgotten what sex felt like, but this was something entirely new and different. You could feel every ridge and vein on his cock, even through the condom, and he gave a delicious throb as you tightened your thighs around his hips. âFuck!â you yelped, and a shade of worry passed over his face for just a moment. âI-Iâm okay,â you told him quickly. âJust⌠Fuck, Eric, youâre so big.â
âYou flatter me,â he chuckled. Slowly, he began to rock his hips into you, moving shallowly at first, just letting you get used to his size, and his dull fingernails buried into the flesh of your hip. You couldnât help all the little noises he caused you to makeâ you could feel every inch of him, burying deep within you, stretching you and filling you like he was made for you, and he leaned down and ghosted against your lips with his. âFeel good?â he whispered, and you nodded quickly.
âDo I?â you asked softly. Your arms went around him, holding him close to you, and you pressed your fingers into his shoulders. He felt like a lifeline, his warm skin keeping you grounded, and you didnât even care if you sounded pathetic or insecure. He made you feel good and safe, and thatâs all that you cared about.
âFuck, so good,â he grunted out. He was picking up speed, gaining a good rhythm that made you wonder how prolific he had been before his career got in the way, and you listened to the bed squeak under you as he mumbled, âSo warm⌠So wet⌠You feel like a dream⌠Remember that short fuse I talked about?â
âReally?â you smiled. âAlready?â
âListen, woman,â Eric started, and you dragged him into a messy kiss. You loved him talking like that, and it made you realize just how close you were as well. He tugged away from the kiss to take a deep breath, and he went in to kiss you again, hungry and wanting you. He was going fast now, pumping in and out of you, leaving pleasure and sparks in his wake, and your legs twitched and tightened as the knot in your belly twisted closer and closer to its end. âI havenât had sex in years,â Eric continued, finally tearing himself away from your lips. âAnd my right hand can only do so much after a while. So excuse me for being a little quick to the draw tonight.â
âHow many years?â you asked.
Eric sighed. âI dunno,â he said. âAt least since I graduated law school, so⌠Five years, maybe?â
âGod,â you chuckled. âThatâs⌠A while.â
âNo, wait,â Eric said. âThree years. My birthday a few years ago, my mates took me out to a bar, and I met a girl, I spent the night at her place⌠And she never answered my texts after that.â
âOuch,â you hissed. âThat mustâve hurt that ego of yours.â
âNot gonna lie, it did,â Eric laughed. âBut itâs for the best. I didnât have time for a girlfriend anyway, I wouldâve been an awful boyfriend to her. Or to anyone, not just her⌠What about you?â
âUmmâŚâ you started. âSex⌠Yes, I know what that is. Definitely a thing Iâve had before now.â
âDonât play with me like that,â Eric started, jokingly wide-eyed and startled, and you laughed.
âAbout the same, I guess,â you said. âThree-ish years⌠It was back a few years ago, I was feeling bad about getting older and having a career but no partner, so I⌠I went on a dating app, found a guy, and we talked for a little bit and hooked up, but I got a bad vibe from him, so I broke it off.â
âIâm sorry,â Eric said. âDid you like him?â
âNot really,â you sighed. âAnd he wasnât even that great in bed.â
âSo, Iâve got him beat in every category, right?â Eric asked.
You kissed him again, cupping your hand across the back of his neck, and he smoothed his hands up your body lovingly. âYouâve got everyone beat, baby,â you told him.
âI think youâre an angel, actually,â Eric told you, and you shyly shook your head. âNo, no, I think so. I donât care if you donât agree, thatâs what I think.â
âWhatever you say,â you told him. âCan you, umm⌠Maybe a little faster?â
Eric obliged, pistoning his hips quicker to fuck you to your liking, and his hand floated to your pussy, his thumb gently rubbing at your throbbing little clit. You whined and scratched at his back, tightening your legs and digging your heel into that ass he had, and the electric shocks that ran up your toes and into the rest of your body started to become too good, too much. âEric!â you gasped. âEric, fuck!â
âIâve got you, angel,â Eric whispered in your ear. âIâve got you. Let me see that pretty face when you cum, yeah? Wanna feel your cunt squeeze me, fuck, I need it.â
You looked down at yourself, watching as his hard cock plunged in and out of your hole, leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock, and your whining and whimpering almost had the wet squelch of your bodies together beat. Then, almost against your will, your whole body relaxed, every muscle feeling like it went slack, and you sobbed out your final moan, your head falling back as your nails went hard into his freckled shoulders. You felt your wet cover your inner thighs, and you panted as Eric chased his own end. You didnât have to wait too long before you heard him choke back a moan, and he spilled himself inside the condom. You felt the warmth of his spend inside you, and he slowly pulled out of you with a hiss at the sensation on his sensitive, softening cock.
He was quick to take care of the condom, and he came back to the bed and settled in the small, empty space beside you. His red chest was heaving, his cheeks flooded with pink color, and he wrapped his arm around you and tugged you close to him. You melted into his warmth, mashing your cheek against his hard chest, and he let out a breathy laugh. âFuck,â he gasped. âI donât know if itâs because I havenât eaten real food all day or what, but Iâm exhausted.â
âMe too,â you giggled. âI think you were just that good.â
âOnce again, angel,â Eric whispered, settling a soft kiss on your head. âYou flatter me.â
You fell into a comfortable silence then, listening to each otherâs breathing even out, and Eric cleared his throat after a while. âTypically, at this point,â he started. âIâd be smoking a cigarette.â
âOh my God, Eric, no,â you groaned. âDonât you know how unhealthy that is?â
âOh, right,â Eric chuckled, rolling his eyes. âMiss Nurse. So concerned for my health.â
âRight,â you told him. âI care about you, and I donât want you to have breathing complications or worse early in life from smoking.â
âI think Iâll manage,â Eric told you. âI think I need another shower after that, though.â
âYou do sorta stink,â you giggled, and Eric rolled his eyes. âIf you shower, I can be making food.â
âFood?â Eric asked. âThereâs food?â
âYeah, an MRE,â you told him, and you grunted as you got out of bed, going in search of the plastic-packaged meal. âChicken and noodles. I didnât see what yours was.â
âFuck,â he laughed. âIâve got a sexy woman making dinner for me? I might keep you around after all.â
âYou have to keep me around,â you told him. âWho else is supposed to help you raise your cat?â
Frodo seemed to know his cue, because he revealed himself from behind a bookshelf, batting a bit of cobweb on his nose, and Eric smiled. âI suppose youâre right,â Eric said. âJust donât feed him too much; heâll get fat. Heâll also try to attack your hand if you pet his belly, so donât do that either.â
âNoted,â you told him. âGo shower, handsome, this should be done by then.â
Eric took a moment to wrap his arms around you and press a kiss to your temple, and he softly said, âI wish we could have met any other way. But, for what itâs worth, Iâm glad youâre here now.â
âMe too,â you told him, turning in his arms to give him a real, genuine kiss. âIâm so glad you found me.â
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The Weight of Choices
Pairing: Ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ only. Smut. Unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight dom! Bucky. A little angst.
Summary: Torn between his instinct to protect his family and his desire to be a part of their lives, Bucky tries to deal with the reality of his ex-wife going on a date while he stays home caring for their son.
Word Count: About 8.9k.
He was late. If Y/n didnât know better, sheâd think he was doing it on purpose. Bucky had agreed to watch their son tonight so she could go on a date, the third one since their divorce two years ago. The last couple of times, sheâd managed to find a friend to babysit, but Saturday nights were always tough. So in the end, she had no choice but to come clean and ask Bucky.
She could still hear his voice from that awkward phone call, his tone edged with surprise when sheâd told him she had plans.
âA date?â he repeated, the edge of disbelief hard to miss.
"Yeah," sheâd replied casually, but Buckyâs silence lingered longer than usual. He hated texting, so phone calls had become their norm, even for the smallest of things.
âWith who?â His attempt to sound nonchalant fell flat, the tension threading through every word.
âChris,â she said, keeping her tone light, âYou know, the music teacher at the kindergarten where I work? Blonde, easy smile... we walked past him once when he was out with his dog, Dodger.â
Bucky scoffed, the bitterness in his voice unmistakable. âI knew it. I knew he had a thing for you.â
She rolled her eyes, exasperated. âOh, please.â
âEvery time Iâd drop by the kindergarten, heâd just⌠linger. His eyes followed you the whole time like he couldnât look away. People donât stare like that unless theyâre thinking something. And the way heâd smile, all soft and attentive, he was trying too hard to be just a âfriendly co-worker.â His voice had dropped a notch, irritation creeping in.
âAre you serious?â she shot back, incredulous. But Bucky wasnât done.
âHow longâs this been going on?â The question came out more like an accusation.
âItâs our first date. You know I only recently started dating again,â she replied, her patience wearing thin.
He paused, clearly unsatisfied. âSo what, heâs just been waiting for his chance, ready to pounce-â
âIâm going to stop you right there, James,â she interrupted, her tone firm. âYouâre not entitled to know anything about my love life the moment you decided you wanted the divorce.â
There was an uncomfortable silence on the line. She could hear him breathing, the tension stretching between them, until finally, he sighed.
âYouâre right,â he admitted quietly. âIâm sorry, that was out of line. Iâll take care of Benjamin on Saturday night.â
The recall of the conversation was interrupted by Ben, who wanted to show her what he did with his Legos.
Bucky had been sitting in front of the house for half an hour now. Sometimes, like tonight, he regretted what heâd done, but deep down, he knew it had been necessary. After the terrifying incident when Hydra agents attempted to kidnap their son, hoping to test if any of the serumâs powers had been passed down genetically, he realized that his past would eventually catch up with them. He had to make sure they were safe, even if it meant tearing apart everything theyâd built.
He knew she wouldnât understand if he told her the truth. If he had laid out his fears and his guilt and spiraled into a self-deprecating parade like he always did, she would have fought him and convinced him to stay. So he waited.
He knew the only way to make her believe it, was to weave in just enough truth to his argument, so, slowly he began pulling away, setting the stage for what would be his ultimate break. Late nights, distant conversations, an almost non-existent sexual life and missed moments with their son, all led to this. He needed her to see that the life they had wasnât something he could carry anymore.
When the moment came, he didnât hesitate. He told her he felt suffocated by their life together. That the roles of husband and father were more than he could bear after everything he had been through. She didnât believe him at first, and he could see the determination in her eyes, the will to fight for what they had.
So, he played the card he knew would make her stop fighting him. He spoke of the years heâd spent as a puppet, how he had never truly known freedom, never had control over his life. He appreciated everything she had done for him, all the love and support she had given, but it wasnât enough. He needed air, space to figure out who he was beyond the roles he had been forced into. He made it sound like staying with her, staying in the family theyâd built, was just another form of captivity.
It crushed her. Bucky could see the moment her resistance faded. She believed him, not because she wanted to, but because he made it seem so real. So she stood there, heartbroken, but unable to argue against the logic heâd presented.
The first months after the divorce were hard on both parts. For her, that time was the hardest, filled with sleepless nights and the nagging feeling that Bucky had simply abandoned her, walked away from their life, their love, without a second thought. She wrestled with the confusion and the heartbreak, trying to piece together where things had gone wrong. For Bucky, it was a different kind of suffering. He bore the weight of his decision in silence, knowing he had walked away to protect them, but that didnât ease the sting of loneliness or the guilt that gnawed at him.
Their lives moved on separately. They saw each other only in passing, and even that was rare. Bucky would pick up Benjamin directly from daycare once a week, dropping him off the next morning before heading back to his life, careful to avoid lingering long enough for awkward conversations. Sometimes he didnât make it at all, missing his time with his son when missions pulled him away. Immersing himself in his work was easier than facing what he had left behind, the family he still wanted but couldnât allow himself to have. Meanwhile, she did her best to create some normalcy for Benjamin, even as the space Bucky left behind echoed through their small home.
Even though their lives had drifted apart, Bucky never truly let go. He kept his distance, but never far enough to lose sight of them. Unbeknownst to her, he knew everything that went on in the household, the daily rhythms of their life, the way she struggled and adapted to her new normal without him. From the shadows, Bucky lurked unnoticed in the neighborhood, always keeping an eye on them. She never noticed, never had a clue that even when he was away on missions, he somehow knew when Benjamin caught a cold or when she had a rough day at work.
It was a secret vigil that gave him a twisted sense of comfort, knowing they were safe even if they no longer shared the same home. He would catch fleeting glimpses of her tucking their son into bed or hear his faint laughter playing in the yard. It was enough to remind him of what heâd lost, but not enough to bring him back to the life he believed he couldnât have.
That was why Bucky was caught off guard when she mentioned her date with that guy, the music teacher. He never saw that coming. He had always known the man had a soft spot for her, could see it in the way he acted whenever she was around, how he lingered a little longer during pick-ups at the kindergarten, helping to manage the children even if it wasnât his job, always with an excuse to retain her and talk. His body language was an open book. But back then, Bucky had dismissed him as harmless, barely giving him a second thought. To him, Chris had always been like a friendly Labrador: approachable, with no bite. A non-threat.
But now, that harmless Labrador had grown fangs. The guy wasnât just hanging around the edges anymore; he was stepping in, taking her to dinner, moving into a space Bucky had once occupied. And he had no choice but to suck it up and watch it happen, watch her walk out the door with him. He could handle the distance, the brief moments of tension when they had to interact, but this? The idea of Chris sitting across from her at a candlelit table, making her laugh, holding her gaze... it twisted his guts.
And God knows what else would happen after dinner. Would Chris try to kiss her goodnight? Would she let him? Or worse, would they end up back at his place? His mind ran wild with the possibility of them taking things further, crossing a line he never wanted to imagine. Would she let him touch her in ways Bucky used to, let him see sides of her only he had known? He knew he had no right to feel this way, but it didnât stop the thoughts from torturing him.
Eventually, he glanced at the clock and sighed, raking a hand through his hair. There was no point in torturing himself any further, he couldnât postpone the inevitable any longer.
Reaching the front porch, Bucky hesitated for a moment. He straightened his posture adjusting his clothes, then knocked on the door. As he waited, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to shake off the tension.
When the door finally swung open, for a split second, neither of them spoke. Her eyes widened just a little, her lips parting as she took him in. It had been a long time since sheâd seen him. His hair had grown back to shoulder length, a few strands falling loose across his forehead. A three-day stubble sharpened his jawline, in a way that made him look rugged and effortlessly handsome. And was he wearing that shirt? The red and black lumberjack one that used to drive her wild?
Bucky caught her reaction and hit him like a shot of adrenaline. When he exited the bathroom that night and picked what to wear, he told himself it was just practical, something comfortable to wear while watching and playing with Ben. The cologne? Just a habit. But deep down, a part of him knew the truth: he wanted her to notice, and that split-second when her eyes widened, scanning him from head to toe, told him everything. She noticed. She definitely noticed. And something about that felt like a victory, even though he wasnât supposed to be playing that game anymore.
He stared at her longer than necessary, his blue gaze drifting over the black dress she wore. New, he realized. It hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating her curves in a way that was impossible to ignore. The hemline? Too short for his liking. He clenched his jaw slightly, knowing full well Chris would be thrilled to see her like this.
Forcing himself to snap out of it, Bucky cleared his throat and broke the silence. âHey,â he said, his voice low and calm, though the tension still simmered beneath the surface. âYou look... good.â He meant it, but the words tasted bitter.
"Thanks," she said, her tone polite but distant, deliberately choosing not to compliment him back. She lingered for a moment, then added, âYouâre late.â
Bucky flinched inwardly at the remark, though he kept his expression neutral. "Traffic," he muttered, stepping inside as she moved aside to let him in. An awkward silence settled between them, the air thick with things left unsaid.
Her fingers toyed with the edge of her dress as she cleared her throat, trying to fill the silence. âBen is in the bathroom,â she said, her voice casual, but there was a tension beneath it. âYou can wait for him in the living room.â
âRight,â Bucky replied, nodding stiffly. He walked past her and into the living room, the space feeling both familiar and foreign at the same time. He took a seat, trying to shake off the strange energy between them, but his mind kept wandering back to the fact that she was dressed for someone else.
A moment later, the doorbell rang, and she turned toward the sound, visibly relieved. She opened the door, and Bucky heard Chrisâs voice, a cheerful greeting that she surely responded to with a soft, warm smile. Bucky didnât need to see it, her tone was different with him, softer, more open.
âHey,â Chris said, his voice bright, though there was a subtle shift when he paused. There was a beat of silence before he added, âYou look amazing.â
Bucky couldnât help it. Something pulled him from the couch, and before he knew it, he was standing in the hall, watching the interaction from a few feet away. His eyes narrowed as he observed Chris, sizing him up instinctively. Chris was taller than he remembered, clean-cut in a casual but neat button-down shirt, his easy smile faltering just a fraction when his eyes darted past her, catching sight of Bucky standing there.
Chrisâs brows furrowed, but he quickly masked his reaction, giving Bucky a curt nod. âUh, hey,â he greeted awkwardly, glancing between them.
It was her turn to narrow her eyes. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw him. Bucky stood at the edge of the hallway, staring directly at Chris, his expression unreadable. His eyes locked onto the man without blinking. He wasnât moving, wasnât saying anything, just staring.
Inwardly, she rolled her eyes. Really? A display of male dominance, here and now? After everything heâd put her through, the mess heâd made of their lives, he suddenly decided he had the right to act territorial? What exactly did he think he was entitled to? The nerve of it sent a wave of irritation through her, tightening her grip on her coat.
But what frustrated her even more -what really troubled her- was that a part of her didnât mind. Beneath her annoyance, something stirred, deep and undeniable, lurking just beneath the surface. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but his presence still had a hold on her. Maybe it didnât bother her as much as she wanted to believe. Maybe, despite everything, there was still a part of her that reacted to him, to the way he watched her, the way he used to make her feel like the center of his world.
Before those feelings could rise any further, before she could let herself dwell on what they meant, she quickly turned back to Chris. She forced a bright smile, pushing away the conflicted thoughts swirling in her mind.
âWe should get going,â she said, her voice light, pretending not to notice the tension still hanging in the air. She stepped closer to Chris, signaling it was time to leave, hoping to put some distance between her and the weight of Buckyâs gaze.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Bucky stood frozen in place for a moment, the tension that had gripped him not easing, even with their absence. The quiet of the house felt heavier now, pressing down on him. His chest tightened as he stared at the closed door, half-expecting her to walk back in. Of course, she didnât.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he replayed the scene in his head: her standing there, beautiful and confident, and Chris⌠that guy was so normal, so easygoing. Exactly what she deserved. Exactly what Bucky could never be. He raked a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling to the surface. What was he even doing? He had no right, he was the one who walked away. He was the one who made her believe she wasnât enough to keep him, that he wanted out. And now, here he was, silently raging because she was moving on, exactly like he supposedly wanted.
Stupid. That was the only word he could come up with to describe how he felt. Stupid for showing up looking the way he did, stupid for thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could still affect her. But what for? His job was to protect her and their son from the shadows, not to stand in the doorway, playing the part of some jealous lover. But God, it hurt more than he expected.
He crossed the living room, his steps heavy against the floor, and slumped into the couch. The house was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of the TV in the background. Ben was still in the bathroom, probably playing with the liquid soap and making a mess, unaware of the tangled web of emotions his father was caught in.
The hours slipped by, though Bucky barely noticed at first. Benjamin was beyond excited to have his dad all to himself for the evening. They played, joked, and built elaborate lego fortresses, the boyâs laughter filling the house with a warmth Bucky hadnât realized he missed so much. For a little while, he was able to shove everything else to the back of his mind. Being a dad, just a dad, felt like a relief. But every now and then, his gaze would drift to the clock on the wall. He couldnât help it. As much as he tried to stay in the moment with his son, there was a lingering pull, a constant, nagging thought of where she was.
After heâd put Ben to bed, Buckyâs mind wandered back to the date. The image of her in that black dress haunted him, the way Chris had looked at her, the possibility of what might have happened after dinner. His thoughts spiraled, even though he knew it was none of his business anymore. He poured himself a scotch, the amber liquid swirling in his glass as he tried -and failed- to push the thoughts aside.
Eventually, the sound of the front door opening cut through the quiet. The familiar click of her shoes against the entryway tile echoed through the house, sharp and distinct. She was home.
Bucky didnât move. He stayed where he was, seated at the old teakwood table, nursing his scotch. The only light on in the house was the dim glow above the kitchen, so sheâd find him.
The sound of her footsteps grew closer, and he listened intently, his heart beating just a little faster despite his best efforts to keep calm.
She entered the kitchen, her steps a little less steady than usual, mumbling a soft âHiâ as she made her way inside. Bucky glanced up, immediately sensing that she was a little tipsy. She didnât meet his eyes, just plopped down in the chair next to him with a tired sigh. âGod, my feet are killing me,â she muttered, kicking off her heels and wincing.
For a while, the silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant hum of the fridge. She sighed absentmindedly, then reached for his glass of scotch, taking a sip without asking. He was taken aback by the casual intimacy of the gesture, but he said nothing, just watched her as she leaned back in her chair.
Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out. âWant me to rub your feet?â He froze. He couldnât believe heâd said it, half-expecting her to snap at him or give him one of her sharp retorts.
But instead, she surprised him. She looked over at him, her eyes tired but soft, and then shrugged. âYeah...â she said, her voice a little more relaxed than he expected.
Bucky blinked, caught off guard by her response. His heart thudded against his ribcage as he moved toward her, kneeling down in front of her chair. His fingers hovered hesitantly over her ankle before gently wrapping around it, lifting her foot onto his knee.
As he began to knead his thumbs into her sore muscles, the tension that had been brewing in him all night seemed to ease, just a little. Her head lolled back against the chair, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
He couldnât believe he was doing this, touching her again in this way, after everything. He shouldnât, but she didnât seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to relax more as the seconds passed, letting her guard down in a way that felt dangerously familiar.
âSo... how was the date?â Buckyâs voice was quiet, almost too casual as he broke the silence.
Her eyes fluttered open at the question, and for a moment, he thought she might brush him off or remind him that it wasnât his business. But instead, she gave a small shrug, her tone indifferent. âIt was fine.â
Bucky frowned slightly, pressing his thumbs a little harder into the arch of her foot. He wasnât sure if it was frustration or something else pushing his hands. âFine?â he echoed, trying to keep his voice even.
âYeah,â she murmured, closing her eyes. Her voice was soft, almost distracted. âJust... fine.â
He wasnât satisfied with that. He couldnât help himself, he pressed, his tone still light but with a thread of tension beneath it. âOnly... fine?â
She sighed, her eyes still closed as if trying to keep the conversation from getting deeper. âWhat do you want me to say, Bucky?â Her voice wasnât sharp, but there was a subtle edge in her words. âThat it was amazing? That he swept me off my feet? Some dirty little details?â
Buckyâs fingers stilled for a moment, resting against her foot as he met her gaze. He didnât respond right away, unsure if he even wanted to hear the truth, whatever it might be. âI donât know,â he admitted quietly, his voice a little more vulnerable than he intended.
âIt was just fine, nothing more, nothing lessâ
A silence settled between them, but he wasnât ready to let it drop. âAre you going to see each other again outside work?â he ventured, his hands slowly moving up her shin, his touch hesitant but growing bolder. The fact that she didnât push him away emboldened him further. âDid you enjoy yourself?â
Buckyâs hands continued their slow ascent, fingers brushing over her calf and then her knee, his touch firm but careful. When she didnât pull away, he felt his pulse quicken. The silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of things unsaid.
âIn a way,â she finally answered, her voice elusive, a touch distant. She shifted slightly in her chair, subtly parting her thighs as his hands wandered higher. The movement was small, but enough for him to catch it. His breath hitched, and his gaze flicked down to her legs before rising back up to her face, darkening with lust.
"Care to... elaborate?" he pressed again, his voice lower now, rougher. His fingers slid up to her inner thigh, lingering there with a possessive grip as if testing her reaction. Her legs instinctively spread wider beneath his touch, and that simple motion sent a rush of heat through him.
She shifted slightly, as if searching for the right words. "Heâs... nice," she finally said, her voice a bit breathless under his touch. "Heâs thoughtful, considerate, makes me laughâŚâ Her lips twitched in a small smile, but it quickly faded as she looked down at his hand resting on her thigh. âHeâs... good.â
Buckyâs thumb paused, pressing a little harder, as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a murmur. ââŚAnd?â
She sighed, her eyes opening again to meet his intense gaze. âAnd⌠heâs not you.â
His grip on her thigh tightened involuntarily, his breath catching in his throat. Heâd pushed her away, done everything he could to sever the ties between them, convinced himself it was for her protection. But now, hearing her admit that, it sent his head spinning.
âHeâs not you.â
The room seemed smaller, the air heavier, as the tension between them crackled like electricity. His hand inched higher, dangerously close to where he could feel the heat radiating off her body. Every instinct in him screamed to close the distance, to take what he wanted, to forget everything that had led them to this point. But he forced himself to stop, his gaze locking onto hers, searching her face for any sign that she would tell him to stop.
She didnât. Instead, she held his gaze, her breathing shallow as if waiting to see what he would do next.
Buckyâs grip tightened again. Fuck it. He leaned forward, pressing his face against her other inner thigh, his stubble grazing her skin as he inhaled her scent deeply, a growl rumbling in his chest. She tensed, feeling him nip gently at her sensitive flesh, and then a slow, deliberate lick followed, sending a shiver through her.
"Did he behave, or..." he paused, his tongue teasing the same spot before he looked up at her, his lips brushing her thigh as he continued, "...things got handsy?"
A gasp escaped her when she felt his mouth so dangerously close to where she wanted it most. Her head tilted back just slightly, her body betraying her as desire pooled in her belly. His eyes flicked up, meeting hers, their blue depths darkened with lust, and something more. His lips remained pressed against her skin, refusing to budge until he had his answer.
"You let him touch you?" His voice was a husky whisper, laced with jealousy.
She exhaled slowly, her breath shaky as the memory flickered through her mind. "Yes," she admitted, her voice low, reluctant. "But just briefly, when we kiâ"
Before she could finish, Buckyâs hand shifted, moving up to cup her mound, his fingers pressing firmly against the damp fabric of her underwear. Her words died in her throat, a sharp intake of breath replacing them as his touch ignited a fire that spread through her veins. His hand was deliberate, unapologetic in the way it claimed her, the heel of his palm pressing against her pussy as if he had every right to be there.
"And then?" His question hung in the air, but she couldnât find the words immediately.
Her lips parted as she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to feel something... but I didnât. I just didnât."
Her confession landed between them like a spark to dry wood, setting the tension ablaze. Buckyâs hand remained where it was, but his thumb stroked over the wet fabric, teasing her, testing her resolve as his gaze bore into hers. She had said what he needed to hear, what he craved to know, and now, there was no turning back.
Buckyâs thumb slid the fabric of her underwear aside, his fingers unhesitating as they slipped between her folds, finding her slick with need. He brushed upward, just barely grazing her clit, watching with dark, heavy-lidded eyes as she gasped at the contact. Her body arched involuntarily, but he didnât relent, keeping his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her just enough to drive her crazy but not enough to give her what she craved.
âAndâŚâ his voice was low, rasping against the tension between them, âhow long did it take you to realize youâd had enough? That it wasnât going to work?â
His thumb circled lazily, making her hips shift forward, chasing the friction he barely offered. The question hung in the air, laced with his possessiveness, through every word. He didnât wait for an answer, his fingers delving deeper inside her, coating themselves in her arousal before they moved back up, brushing over her clit again, this time with more pressure.
"One kiss?" His lips curled in a half-smirk as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He dipped his fingers inside her again, slow, dragging them out just as leisurely. "Two?"
She trembled, unable to form a coherent response, the sensation of his touch overwhelming her senses after so long. Her breath hitched as his fingers increased their pace, every stroke purposeful, designed to unravel her. Bucky leaned upward, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he murmured, âHow long, doll?â The way he said it, like a dare, made her heart race even faster.
Her head fell back, her body betraying any attempt at control as she whispered breathlessly, âOneâŚâ
A satisfied growl rumbled from him, his fingers rewarding her honesty with a firmer stroke, sending her spiraling closer to the edge.
It wasnât fair. He had cast her aside, almost without looking back, tearing her world apart with his cold departure. And now here she was, grinding her pussy against his fingers like some desperate, needy whore, begging for more. A part of her wanted to slap him, to shove him away and scream at him for every sleepless night she spent wondering why she wasnât enough, why he had thrown their life away so easily. She wanted to tell him how much she hated him for walking out on them.
But then, there was that traitorous side of her. The part that had never stopped hoping. The part that had always waited, held out some foolish, silent hope that heâd come back. That sheâd see that flicker of warmth in his eyes again, the one that told her she was his entire world. And it wasnât just her heart that longed for him, her body had missed him, too. She hated herself for it. For still thinking about him late at night when she touched herself, fingers slipping between her thighs as his name slipped from her lips in the darkness.
And that same traitorous side of her had ruined her date with Chris. Sheâd tried to be present, to laugh, to be charmed by his warm smile and thoughtful gestures. But all night, all she could think about was Bucky.
The way heâd looked at him, cold and assessing, as if he didnât belong there, his presence filling the hallway like he still had some claim to it, to her. What was he trying to prove, anyway? That he was still the man of the house?
She hated how, even while Chris was talking, her mind drifted back to the feeling of Buckyâs fingers tracing his stupid shirt, her memory filling in the rough, familiar feel of his hands on her skin. And she knew, even if she couldnât admit it aloud, that some part of her had wanted him to see her dressed up, to feel in some small way the longing and ache sheâd carried in his absence.
And maybe thatâs why sheâd felt nothing when Chris had leaned in for a kiss, why his gentle smile and soft touches had felt hollow. Even his laugh, light and kind, hadnât stirred her because it wasn't Buckyâs rough, rumbling chuckle or his stupidly confident grin. Bucky, in all his infuriating ways, still occupied every corner of her mind.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his fingers worked her closer to the edge. She wanted to be angry, to let that rage consume her, but every time she opened her mouth to say something hurtful, to lash out at him, her body betrayed her. Every roll of her hips against his hand, every needy whimper that slipped from her throat, reminded her of just how much she had missed this.
It wasnât fair. But she couldnât stop.
With a light pinch on her swollen clit, the tension snapped, and she came hard on his fingers. Her mouth fell open, a moan escaping as her body convulsed, riding the wave of pleasure that coursed through her. The world blurred around her as her climax took over, her hips grinding against his hand, chasing every last second of the release.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a mix of the overwhelming pleasure and the emotional storm swirling inside her. A few finally escaped, rolling silently down her cheeks, but before she could turn away, Bucky was there, his lips brushing them away with surprising tenderness. His breath ghosted over her skin as he whispered soft, comforting words she could barely make out, something about how beautiful she was, how good she had been for him, as if they hadnât been tangled up in all this pain and heartache.
His touch was almost reverent as he slowly withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening from her release. Their gazes met, and he didnât break eye contact as he brought those same fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, agonizing slowness. He stood up in one fluid motion, effortlessly lifting her from the chair by the waist as if she weighed nothing, and in a swift, controlled movement, he placed her on top of the table, positioning himself between her legs.
Before she could even process it, his arms were around her, pulling her into a bear hug that was both tight and needy. His face buried itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin as he inhaled deeply, taking her in.
He held her as if letting go was not an option, his grip firm yet strangely vulnerable. The way he clung to her felt like both a claim and an apology, urgent -almost broken- like he was holding onto her not just physically, but emotionally, too.
âTell me you donât want this, and Iâll leave,â he murmured against her skin, his voice rough and low, the words vibrating against her neck. He didnât dare look at her, not yet, because if he did, if he saw doubt or rejection in her eyes, it would break him.
Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Each second felt like an eternity. His breath was uneven, ragged, as he waited for her to say something, anything. Another moment passed, tension coiling tighter in his chest until he couldnât stand it anymore. He lifted his head, his gaze searching hers, bracing himself for the worst. But instead of the words that would send him away, he saw her eyes flicker downward to his lips. It was brief, a split-second decision, but it was enough.
So he leaned in, cautiously at first, like he was testing the waters after years of distance. His lips brushed against hers softly, almost hesitant, as if afraid this fragile moment would break apart. But the second she responded, it was like a dam broke. His hands cradled her face, deepening the kiss with desperation. It was messy, all-consuming, there was no gentleness, no tenderness. This was not the careful, delicate dance of two people testing the waters. This was hunger, a ravenous need to reclaim what had been lost. His lips moved down to her jaw, her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, and she moaned softly, her fingers tightening in his hair as he sucked on the sensitive skin below her ear.
His hands gripped her waist, strong and possessive, pulling her closer until her body was flush against his. The need to feel her, to claim her, was overwhelming. It was like two years of silence, longing, and frustration had ignited in an instant, everything that had been pushed down now surging forward, unstoppable.
âIâll ask you again, babydoll. Are you sure you want this?â Buckyâs voice was thick with restraint, the tension in his muscles barely contained as he hovered over her, his breath hot against her neck. He was giving her one last chance to stop this, to pull away, even though every fiber of his being was screaming for her. But instead of words, her answer was a quiet, deliberate motion. Her hand slid between them, deftly unbuttoning his jeans, her fingers brushing against the outline of his erection.
A low growl escaped him, and his hand shot down to catch her wrist, halting her movements. His gaze met hers, dark and intense, his chest heaving with barely restrained desire. âI need you to say it,â he murmured, voice rough, on the edge of control.
âYes,â she whispered.
That was all he needed.
Without hesitation, he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion, not bothering with the buttons, his muscles flexing as the fabric slid off. The moment his skin was free, he didnât give himself time to think. His eyes locked on hers as he grabbed the neckline of her dress. With a sharp tug, the fabric tore easily under his grip, the sound of it ripping filling the air. The dress fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts to his gaze.
âHey! It was brand new, you know?â she protested.
âI noticed,â he replied, his fingers grazing the tattered edge of her dress. âBut you didnât buy it to wear it for me, did you?â His voice dropped, thick with jealousy as he alluded to her date with Chris. He dipped his head, his lips hovering just above her exposed skin, his breath warm against her chest. âI donât want it on youâ. He latched his lips onto her nipple, his tongue swirling with a hungry need, while his vibranium fingers pinched and teased her other breast. His breath was hot against her chest as he whispered between kisses, âYou have no idea how much Iâve missed this... missed you.â His words came out rough, full of longing that he couldnât hold back any longer. âEvery night... thinking about touching you again. Tasting you. Making you come over my cock.â
Her body responded, arching into him. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, afraid that maybe Ben could hear her, but it slipped out anyway.
His hands moved to her thighs, gripping them firmly as he let out a low growl. âI thought about this, over and over... how youâd feel under me, how youâd sound when I made you scream my name again.â His voice was thick, hoarse, as he tugged at her dress, tearing the fabric completely until it was nothing but rags on the floor. He didnât stop there, his thumbs slipping under the waistband of her flimsy panties. With a swift tug, the seams gave way, tearing effortlessly in his hands. He brought the soaked cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply, groaning as if the scent alone was enough to drive him insane. âGod, Iâve missed this,â he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. He flicked his tongue against the ruined cloth, savoring the taste with a low, hungry growl.
Without warning, he tossed the panties aside. His hands moved quickly, unbuttoning what remained of his jeans and kicking off his shoes before sliding the denim and underwear down in one fluid motion. They hit the floor with a soft thud as he stepped toward her. âTell me how much you missed me,â he demanded softly.
She stared at him, drinking him in. He looked leaner, his body sculpted in sharp lines of muscle. Heâd lost weight, surely by going mission after mission mixed with his poor eating habits. He was never good at taking care of himself. She almost missed the small paunch he used to have these last years, the one he hated, but sheâd loved to bite. There was something comforting about that softness, but now he was the embodiment of raw strength.
Her gaze drifted lower, lingering on the sight of his cock, standing at full attention. She swallowed. Apparently, her memories failed to measure up to reality. He was big, sure, sheâd always known that, but this big? Her core tightened with need, clenching in raw anticipation.
"I missed you,â she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, laced with longing as her eyes lifted to meet his. âSo much⌠you have no idea. God, youâve ruined me.â
Her words shattered whatever restraint he had left. Heâd imagined, countless times, that if this moment ever came, heâd take his time, savor her, and make it last. But now, faced with her beneath him, so close and so ready, patience was a luxury he no longer possessed.
Without a second thought, he gripped her thighs and spread her wide on the table, lining himself up as he dragged the head of his cock along her entrance, coating himself in her slick heat. In a swift, desperate thrust, he drove into her, hard and deep, filling her completely as a ragged groan escaped his lips.
She cried out, her body responding immediately, arching into him as he slammed into her again. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, and his own moved in a relentless rhythm, every thrust driving him deeper. He couldnât stop. Her moans spurred him on, her words circling in his head like a drug.
âRuined you, huh?â His breath was ragged as he pulled almost all the way out, teasing her with the loss, before slamming back in. âLet me remind you how much.â With a raw hunger that had been bottled up far too long, Bucky's thrusts became brutal, each one driving her back along the table, her nails scraping against the wood as he took her over and over. The grip on her hips was iron-hard, pinning her down so she could do nothing but take everything he gave her. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. âThink anyone else could ever do this?â he murmured, his voice dark and rough, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. His lips ghosted along her jaw, and he pushed her to answer, knowing the effect he was having on her. âTell me,â he demanded softly âCould anyone else make you feel like this?â He wanted her to say it, to make her admit that no one else would ever satisfy her the way he could.
She whimpered, clutching at his shoulders as he pounded into her, her nails digging into his skin as he pushed her higher and higher. âNo⌠no one else.â Her words were broken, barely audible over her moans, but it was all he needed to hear.
âThatâs rightâ he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough, âNo one else gets to touch you like this,â he breathed, each word laced with raw possession as he thrust deeper. âOnly me,â he rasped. âOnly I get to make you feel this way.â
He growled, one hand leaving her hip to slide between them, his fingers pressing down on her clit in quick, merciless circles. âThis is mine,â he hissed, metal fingers working just enough to bring her close before pulling away, only to return just as she thought she couldnât take any more.
She cried out, her body writhing beneath him as he drove her to the edge. His pace never faltered, his hips grinding against hers with a relentless rhythm, and his grip on her only tightened as she arched off the table, his name spilling from her lips like a prayer.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice thick with lust and something darker, something possessive. His hands slid down the back of her thighs, pushing her legs up against her torso as he plunged deeper, she could barely breathe every time he bottomed out. The way he hit her, the pressure at her cervix, sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through her, each one making her mewl helplessly. Her thighs shook against his chest, her hands desperately clutching at his forearms, fingers digging into his skin.
He leaned in closer again, his face inches from hers, his lips brushing her ears as he growled, âTell me youâre mine.â
"Iâm yours⌠fuck, Bucky!" she complied, her voice breaking between her panting breaths.
"Again," he ordered, his hips slamming into hers, the table creaking under the force of his movements. He could feel her walls clenching around him, so tight, so wet, he almost lost control then and there.
âIâm yours,â she whimpered again, her voice shaky, breathless.
âChris will be so disappointed to hear thatâ he growled. âLetâs make sure you stay ruined, just in case.â He was relentless now, fucking her hard, deep, his body pressing hers further into the table as he pushed her thighs harder against her body giving him even better access, hitting that sensitive spot that left her gasping, his grip and the relentless pace leaving no room for anything but the sensation of him filling her completely, over and over.
She whimpered in response, too overwhelmed to speak, her entire body tensing as the pleasure became almost unbearable. His thumb moved between them again pressing against her clit, rubbing circles that sent sparks of heat shooting through her. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as her orgasm built rapidly, her body teetering on the edge.
âMilk my cock.â he ordered, his voice harsh, primal. His words pushed her over the edge and then she was gone, her body shivering violently as she clenched around him, her thighs tightening around him as her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of his name fell from her lips, half-whisper, half-cry as the climax gripped her, intense and all-consuming, leaving her a trembling, breathless mess.
âIâm gonna fill you up,â he growled through gritted teeth, his hips snapping into hers with bruising force. âAnd then some more,â he rasped, his voice thick with raw need. âYou wonât even be able to keep it all in, babydoll.â
With a final thrust, Buckyâs head fell back, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he reached his climax. His body trembled, muscles tensing as he spilled himself inside her, a heated wave of release filling her completely. He held her there, his cock kept pulsing until his release overflowed, warm and thick, beginning to trickle down, pooling beneath them.
Still buried inside her, Bucky loosened his grip on her thighs, hands sliding down to cradle her waist as he leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against her shoulder. He nuzzled into the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent, grounding himself as the heat of their union slowly ebbed, replaced by a quiet intimacy that neither of them seemed prepared for.
After a moment, he gently eased himself away, untangling their bodies but letting his hands linger at her hips, as though afraid to lose the connection. He took a step back, his gaze dropping for a moment before lifting to meet hers, hoping sheâd break the silence but she didnât look at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
Buckyâs chest tightened, a familiar pang surfacing as he watched her withdraw inward, her mind elsewhere despite the intimacy theyâd just shared. Finally, she spoke, her voice low, tentative. âSo⌠what now, Bucky?â
He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. âI donât⌠I didnât plan for this to happen,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he forced himself to hold her gaze. âI know I shouldnât have done this. Not afterâŚâ He hesitated, but the truth slipped out anyway. âNot after what I put you through.â
Her eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding her expression, old wounds resurfacing. âThen why did you put me through this, Bucky?â she asked, her voice soft but laced with pain. âYou said you couldnât do this. That you needed space, that we were holding you back.â Her words hung heavy in the air, each one a quiet accusation tinged with vulnerability. âAnd now, youâre here, acting likeâŚâ Her voice dropped to a whisper. ââŚacting like you never left.â
He hesitated, knowing this was his chance to finally tell her the truth or let her keep believing the lie heâd used to protect them. He rubbed a hand over his face, then lowered it, meeting her gaze with raw honesty. âI didnât leave because I didnât want you,â he murmured, his voice trembling. âI left because I was afraid that my past... everything I tried to bury might come back to hurt you. Hurt him.â His voice softened. âI thought if you believed I didnât want this life, it would keep you safe.â
He glanced down, his hand twitching at his side before he looked up again, his voice hushed but resolute. "But⌠I want to come back,â he admitted, the words raw, like theyâd been buried deep for too long. âTo the house. To you, and Benjamin.â
A chill lingered in the air, and she wrapped her arms around herself, gaze flicking over their scattered clothes still strewn across the kitchen floor. She looked away, her shoulders tense as she rubbed her temples. "So, whatâs changed, Bucky? The risks are still there, the same threats, the same fears..."
Buckyâs gaze didnât waver, his hand reaching out as though to touch her, but he stopped short, fingers brushing the edge of the table instead. "Whatâs different is me. Iâve had time to face what I couldnât before. Stepping aside didnât keep you safer; it just kept me away. I donât want Ben growing up with a dad who keeps him and his mom at armâs length. Almost a stranger.â His voice softened, the vulnerability seeping through. âBeing apart from you doesnât make things better. I miss you, doll. I miss us.â
âYou canât just leave and come back like nothing happened, Bucky.â Her voice was softer this time, almost breaking. âI wanted you here⌠every day, every night. Not just for me, but for Benjamin.â Her voice trembled with raw vulnerability.
He took a step closer, his hand hovering near hers, unsure if sheâd pull away. âI know, and I hate that I ever thought leaving was the answer.â His tone was low, his gaze steady on her.
She looked down, her throat bobbing as she swallowed, emotions tightening her expression. âIf you come back, I need to know youâre here to stay,â she whispered, the words more for herself than for him. âBecause I donât think I can go through this again⌠and I wonât let him either.â Her voice cracked on the last word, her hands gripping the table harder as if to keep herself grounded.
Her words shattered the last remnants of his restraint. Without another thought, Bucky dropped to his knees in front of her, the hard tile digging into him as he pressed his forehead against her thigh. She sucked in a breath, her hand instinctively moving to his hair, fingers trembling as they brushed against him. He could feel her hesitation, the walls sheâd built so carefully to guard herself from the ache heâd left behind.
âSay yes,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with the vulnerability he could no longer hide. âSay yes, doll. I know I donât deserve it.â His hands gripped her hips, anchoring him as if she were the only thing keeping him steady. âBut I swear,â His voice cracked, raw and pleading. âI swear, Iâll never walk away again. Not from you, not from Benjamin.â
She looked down, a mix of shock and pain written on her face as she saw him there, broken, open, begging her for something sheâd once offered so freely. Her hand gently settled on his cheek, and he leaned into the warmth of her touch, feeling the softness of her fingers against the rough stubble of his jaw. The ache in her eyes nearly undid him, but he stayed there, his forehead still pressed to her thigh, his breath heavy, waiting.
Her eyes searched his, and slowly, her resolve began to waver, the smallest flicker of trust finding its way back into her gaze. "Then prove it," she whispered, barely trusting herself as her hand lingered against his cheek, the warmth of her palm seeping into him. "Show me youâre here to stay."
After her words hung in the air, a fragile silence between them, Buckyâs gaze dropped. He swallowed, his hand reaching for something inside the scattered clothes on the floor.
From his back pocket, he drew out a small, well-worn leather charm, a little star-shaped pendant, its edges smoothened from years of handling. She recognized it immediately. It was something sheâd passed on to him when he left for his first mission after they married, a symbol she hoped would keep him safe. She thought it had been lost long ago, like so many pieces of them.
He held it out to her, and the look on his face was raw, vulnerable in a way she hadnât seen since the early days. âI never stopped carrying this,â he murmured, his voice rough and thick. âEven when I tried to convince myself I was doing the right thing by staying away. I couldnât let go of youâŚof us. I kept it close, hoping⌠hoping someday I could come back and give it back to you. I know it doesnât make up for the time I lost, butâŚâ His voice faltered, the sincerity there unmistakable.
She stared at the pendant, her hand shaking slightly as she reached out, fingers grazing the familiar leather. All the memories it held, the late-night goodbyes, the whispered promises, the hope sheâd once tied to it, all of it rushed back, filling the space between them.
She looked down at him, seeing in his eyes the weight of the years, the regrets, but also the glimmer of the man sheâd fallen in love with.
Taking a shaky breath, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. âThis⌠this was supposed to keep you safe, Bucky. Keep us safe.â
âAnd it did,â he replied softly, his hand covering hers over the charm. âIt kept you here.â He paused, his voice barely a murmur. âAnd maybe now⌠it can bring me back home.â
The last of her defenses wavered, and she felt herself letting go of the anger, the hurt, all the pieces that had kept them apart. âMaybe⌠maybe it was always meant to guide you back here,â she said softly, her eyes meeting his with a warmth he hadnât seen in years. âSo if youâre really here to stay⌠then welcome home, Bucky.â
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in the sex lessons au, reader was definitely introduced to porn by patrick. i bet he also gave her massages that ârequiredâ her to take off her shirt and bra and always ended up with his hands on her nippleâŚ.
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: SMUT (mutual masturbation, exhibitionism kinda, more manipulative perverts but thatâs par for the course)
A/N: how did you know I eat this up. I wrote a 3 part Steve Harrington fic with this exact plot likeâŚ. This is my bread and butter simply. Unedited sozz
It was easy to succumb to temptation when it was just the three of youâ holed up in Artâs dorm, hidden away from the rest of the world.
A few cans of beer, cold from his mini fridge, the warm press of your legs on top of Patrickâs, of Artâs chest against your back. Thereâs a movie playing on Artâs laptopâ some shitty action movie heâd rented for the three of you.
âHave you ever watched porn?â Patrick asks you bluntly.
Your eyes widen in surprise. âWhat? Noâ websites like that give you computer viruses, and stuff.â Art laughs, his body shaking with it. You suppose it is a little childish, but youâre being completely earnest. âWhat? Doesnât it?â
Patrick laughs, shakes his head. âIf that were true I wouldâve gone through a thousand computers by now.â
You grimace, toss an empty beer can at him. âYouâre so fucking gross.â
But Patrick just laughs, takes another swig of his beer, leans forward curiously. âSo⌠I mean, do you just use your imagination when youâre touching yourself?â
Heat burns in your cheeks, and you roll your eyes. âShut up.â
âWell, how do you know what you need to imagine if youâve never seen anyone fucking? Is it just sweet kisses and hand holding?â
You kick him and Art comes to your defense like the sweetest knight in shining armor. âCâmon, Patrick, leave her alone.â Artâs hand is splayed across your tummyâ firm, warm, protective. Patrick pretends like he doesnât hear him, leans closer.
âI wanna know what innocent little fantasies you get off to. Iâll show you mine if you show me yours.â Itâs hard to resist Patrick when heâs so close, when Artâs so close, when you feel warm and dizzy all over.
You sigh softly, relishing as he presses his warm body against your side, so itâs Patrick and Art and you sandwiched hot between them. âYou realize youâre being a major fucking perv, right?â You ask in a low tone, meeting his gaze through your lashes. He nods, and youâre so conscious of his hand between your knees as his eyes bear into yours. But he wants you to continue, so you swallow and go on. âI dunno, sometimes itâs not about a fantasy. Itâs just about me wanting some stress relief, or, like, my body needing it and itâs too hard to ignore.â
Artâs fingers flex against your stomach and you take a slow breath. âBut, I mean, I guess I fantasize about being desired, like, taken care of I guess,â you mumble, mortified that youâre admitting it.
Patrick grins, runs his thumb along the inside of your knee. âThatâs so sweet.â You roll your eyes, take a long drink, and try to ignore the heat in your stomach. âDo you want to see what Art likes to watch?â
Artâs eyes go wide, and he shakes his head. âNo, no, weâre not doing that,â he says firmly. Patrick brushes him off, ignoring his pleas as he grabs the laptop and pulls up his trusty porn site. You peer over Patrickâs shoulder, eyes going wide as he opens to the home page, to all the recommended videos.
Your jaw drops, just a bit, and you let your eyes rake over the screen. Itâs all right thereâ flagrant. Pretty girls with dicks in their mouths, pussies, hands. Lewd titles, the preview videos playing brief glimpses of obscenity.
âAww, Art, this is so adorable,â Patrick teases as he scrolls. âGirl best friend deepthroats like a champ. Morning lovemaking ends in creampie.â Art mumbles something against your shoulder, blushing so hard you can feel the heat emanating from his skin.
Patrick clicks the latter and it opens to slow, deep kissing. A mess of tongues, rife with need. You know itâs normal to watch, to an extentâ a right of passage, or whatever. But watching it feels so voyeuristic, so invasive. Especially when youâre practically in Artâs lap, when Patrickâs hands are hot against your skin.
Patrick gets bored of soft kissing and wandering hands and skips five minutes ahead in the video. By the time the buffering catches up, theyâre fucking onscreen, all slow and sweet. Still kissing, still holding hands. But you also see the way the manâs cock sinks into her, can hear the moaning, the wet sounds of her body taking him in.
Art exhales a shaky breath against your skin, makes you shiver. Heâs hard, you can feel that clearly against you, and you know heâs provably fucking mortified over it. But he doesnât move to turn off the video, doesnât do anything. His hand twitches against your stomach and you realize heâs still holding you.
The video is shortâ too short, you decide. The man finishes, you get a close up of the womanâs pussy, of cum dripping from her entrance. It makes your face burn, makes desire burn equally as hot as your embarrassment. The video ends, and Patrick stops auto play.
âArt, that shit is so fucking boring.â It snaps your attention from the paused screen over to him, who seems completely unaffected. You might actually believe he was unaffected if he wasnât visibly hard.
You peer over at Patrick curiously. âWhat do you watch?â
He smiles, like heâd been waiting for you to ask, and grabs the laptop. Art makes a weak complaint that Patrick is going to fuck up his recommendations, but is ignored. Patrick logs in to an account and opens a tab for liked and saved videos.
Oh. You lean forward for a better look, expression twisting between shock and interest and confusion and disgust. Patrickâs tastes vary widelyâ venturing into areas you hadnât even known were sexual. Itâs like he had thrown everything at the wall to see what would stick, and everything just stuck.
âOh my god, Patrick,â Art mutters, equally as intrigued as you are. âWhat the fuck, dude.â Art steals the laptop, scrolling through thumbnails of feet and anal and gangbangs and piss and bdsm dungeons and girls in stupid fucking schoolgirl costumes.
Patrick grabs the laptop back roughly, scrolls and clicks. âThis oneâs good, itâs perfect for when you just want to cum fast. Art, I know you donât have that problem.â
Art flips him off and looks at the screen, reading the title aloud. âOne hour squirting and cumshot compilation. Could you be any grosser?â
âYes, actually. Sorry I donât watch your sweet lovemaking bullshit.â Patrick shoves him, then Art shoves him back, and suddenly the laptop is on the floor in front of you and youâre just watching while they squabble on either side of you.
The video is exactly as describedâ it skips all of the pretense, all of the build up. Itâs just people cumming, over and over and over. Your body feels like a live wire as you watch, lit up all over.
You squeeze your thighs together, conscious of the heat and wetness between them. Patrick clocks itâ of course he does. A smirk plays at his lips.
âMaybe itâs not so disgusting, Art. She likes it.â Patrick relishes in the hazy, innocent look in your eyes as you meet his gaze. Relishes in the embarrassment and the need. âItâs good, huh? Getting to watch?â
You nod and Patrick takes your hand, slips it beneath the waistband of your shorts. âGo ahead. You want to.â
You shiver, temptation itching down to your fingertips. Sensing your hesitation, Patrick spits into his hand, slips it into his own shorts. You manage to hold out a few more seconds before you let your fingers brush over your clit.
âCâmon Art, donât be a fucking creep,â Patrick says, moaning as he works his fist faster. Art swears under his breath and quickly shoves his own hand into his boxers.
Youâre all so close, bodies pressed together hot and firm. You can feel the way their bodies move with each stroke, the way their thighs tense as they instinctually buck into their fists.
You moan, head falling against Artâs shoulder. His hand splays against you, inches up, brushing against the underside of your tit. It makes you whimper.
Patrick grabs your face, redirects your attention back to the screen. âKeep watching, itâs getting good.â His voice is strained, affected.
He usually lasts longer than this when heâs in your hand or your mouth, but maybe the video really was that good. Surely it didnât have anything to do with you, panting and writhing as you rubbed at your clit beside him.
For once, Patrick cums firstâ doubling over, groaning muffled into your hair. Then itâs Art, whining so pretty, pulling you closer, mouthing at your shoulder as he comes down. And then you, overwhelmed by the two boys on either side of you, cumming with a rush of wetness that ruins your already soaked panties.
You sit there panting as the video continues playingâ obscene wet, lewd sounds, wanton moans. Art hits stop, shuts the laptop and kicks it away.
You wonder why every time you hang out with them, it always seemed to end like this. And you wonder why you donât mind, not even a little bit.
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â¨Dress Up, Part 1: The Proposalâ¨
IT IS DONE HOLY SHIT! Yeah, I had to change this fic 3 different times, I'm really sorry this one took so long. Hopefully you all like this one and thank you for your patience <3
Consider this a reward for kicking Vox's ass in this poll and declaring our short king the ACTUAL hottest character in Hazbin Hotel lmao
Edit: This is now going to be a multi-chapter story! Look forward to more! Thank you all for the support đ
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Lucifer x f!sinner reader
Summary: Lucifer takes you dress shopping for a special night out, but for some reason he's been acting a little strange lately...
Warnings: 18+, smut, public teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v
Lucifer excitedly told you that he wanted to take you dress shopping today. It wasn't out of the norm for you two to go out on the town and indulge on some sort of spending spree together. Plus Lucifer absolutely loved buying things for you; whether it be precious jewelry, beautiful flowers, or brand-new clothes. But you had to admit it's been a while since you've gone out, what with Lucifer spending a majority of time at the hotel assisting his daughter Charlie. You were so happy that they were able to rekindle their bond after so many years of being apart. You were more than happy to help with the hotel as well! You found ways to help Charlie with whatever she needed, which somehow ended up being more than you initially thought. It was exhausting to say the least, but you enjoyed it nonetheless! You were very much looking forward to going out today with your beloved king. And of course he was taking you to one of the most esteemed shops in all of Hell, Vivacious by Velvette. He truly spared no expense when it came to you.
But for some reason, you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasâŚoff about Lucifer today.
He didn't seem upset or angry or anything of the sort. More like, he was scared? Or perhaps nervous about something? You couldn't think of anything that could be making him feel this way. The hotel was doing great, Charlie and Luciferâs relationship was better than itâs ever been, and you and Lucifer have been nothing but enamored with each other. You were just clothes shopping after all. You two had been dating for some time now; you remembered how Lucifer used to be all kinds of flustered during your first few outings. You thought it was adorable the way he stumbled over his words when he brought up the newest duck he had added to his collection or when he complimented every single outfit youâve ever worn. He still did those things, of course, but he slowly became more and more comfortable and confident around you. But today was something youâve never seen before. The wary smiles heâs been giving throughout day, the jitteriness of his movements anytime you approached him, his rapid speech patternsâŚwas he hiding something from you? You intended to get to the bottom of it.
You walked down the streets of Hell with Lucifer by your side, his arm linked with yours. You stepped into the lavish shop, dresses of all kids hung from the racks: ball gowns, sun dresses, cocktail dresses; anything you could think of was there! Lucifer told you to take your time and to pick out as many as you wanted to try on while he waited for you by the dressing room. Despite the plethora of options at your fingertips, you only found yourself intrigued by a handful of dresses. Some with more material than others but you'd thought you'd give them a try regardless; you weren't shy when it came to your body.
You grabbed the three dresses that appealed to you the most and made your way towards the changing rooms. Just as he promised, you saw Lucifer standing at the end of the hall waiting for you. But he didn't seem to notice you at first, his attention was elsewhere. Next to the changing rooms was the most impressive collection of wedding dresses you'd ever seen in Hell and even on Earth, each more breathtaking than the last. You noticed Lucifer staring at the wall of dresses with an almost wishful expression, reaching out to touch one of the dresses' lacy sleeve, gently massaging it between his fingers. You smiled and quietly walked over to join him.
"They're really beautiful, aren't they?," you said, snapping him out of his trance and making him jump a bit. He smiled at you, his hand still holding onto the sleeve.
"Absolutely stunning," he beamed. Although, with the way he was looking at you, it didn't seem like he was referring to the dresses. You felt a small blush creep across your cheeks.
One of the employees walked up to you and directed you to an empty changing room. Lucifer waited outside patiently, smiling at you as you closed the sort behind you. The first dress you wanted to try on was a simple black sheath dress. Once you slipped it on, you reached behind of and attempted to grab the zipper. You can only manage to pull it up so far before it wouldnât budge anymore, causing you to huff in frustration. Slowly, you opened the door to see Luciferâs eager face staring back at you.
âI need your help, hon,â you admitted. âI canât reach the zipper.â
Quickly, Lucifer stood up and followed you into the changing room. You turned your back to him and lifted your hair up and out of the way so the zipper couldnât catch it. Lucifer placed one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your dress. You heard the zipper moving, but it only took you a second to realize it was moving in the wrong direction. Cheeky bastard, you thought to yourself.
âUp, Lucifer,â you said with a smirk, glancing at him over your shoulder. You heard a light chuckle escape him.
âSorry, darling,â he apologized almost insincerely, peppering kisses down your neck, âcanât help myself when it comes to you.â Lethargically, he pulled the zipper up to the top, finally letting your hair fall back down. If he wanted to play games, you were more than happy to participate. Because you knew how to win. And just maybe, you could get him to admit to whatever he was keeping from you.
âI wouldnât start something that youâre not ready to finish, sweet pea,â you threatened with a smug grin.
Before Lucifer could get a word out, you spun around and pushed him gently against the wall, eliciting a small yelp from him. You placed both of your arms on either side of his head, effectively trapping him. His eyes widened, sucking in a breath as he realized how vulnerable he was in this new position he had found himself in. His head and hands became flat against the wall as he looked into your now ravenous eyes.
âMy love, p-please,â he began to stammer, âI-I didnât want to-HNG,â you effectively cut off his meek pleas as your one hand traveled down below his belt. You maneuvered your hand up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. Nonetheless, you felt him start to harden underneath his pants almost instantly. You flashed a devious smile, but he didnât see it, as he had screwed his eyes shut. Baring his clenched teeth, he tried desperately to hold his breath as to not make any lewd noises. You took that as a challenge, of course.
âSo itâs only alright if you get to tease me, is that it, Luci?,â you questioned, leaning your head forward with your lips now pressed against his ear. âNow that doesnât seem fair at all, does it?â
Lucifer gulped as you continued your teasing ministrations. âIâm s-sorry, sweetheart,â he looked at you doe-eyed. âP-Please donât-mmphâŚdonât do this, not here. I wonât be able to hold back, not todayâŚâ
âOh, Iâm counting on that,â you retorted. âYou know youâve been acting out of sorts all day, donât think I havenât noticed. Maybe if you tell me whatâs wrong, Iâll show you some mercy.â
Lucifer audibly gulped at your words. "It'sâŚit's nothing, angel, I promise, I just-fuck," you pressed your hand in harder against the growing tent in his pants, silencing his response.
"You hesitated just now," you told him. "If that's how you want it to be, so be it. You don't have to tell me. But you're not off the hook, not by a longshot." You pulled away from him, giving him a chance to breathe normally once again. You gave a quick glance to the mirror to finally get a look at the dress you had adorned. It looked nice! But it came off as something you would wear in an office setting; not really your style. You looked back at Lucifer who was instantly frozen in place from your gaze.
"I'm not feeling this one," you remarked, "help me with the zipper?" You turned your back to him once more, feeling his hand tentatively grab the zipper. "You can only touch the dress, understand? I'm off limits."
"M-mhmm," Lucifer agreed. He behaved and only tugged the zipper down halfway until you could reach it yourself.
"Good boy."
You discarded the dress quickly, leaving you in only your lacy black bra and matching black panties. Lucifer forced himself to look away from you, trying to reach for the door handle.
"And where do you think you're going?," you asked coyly, stopping him in his tracks entirely.
âI umm, just uhhâŚgiving you privacy?â He tentatively went for the handle again, but your arm shot out, keeping the door in its locked state.
âOh, weâre way past decency here, Lucifer.â You maneuvered him away from the door and sat him down on the large white bench that was affixed to the wall. You leveraged your foot against the area just below his hip and rested one hand on the top of your thigh, the other on your hip. âBesides, youâre not really in any condition to be in the public viewâ leaning forward and shooting a quick glance down at his crotch, ânow are you?â
Lucifer could only shake his head.
"Glad you agree," you smiled and pecked his lips, a pathetic little whine leaving Lucifer's throat. "I have a few more dresses to try on. You can look, but you cannot touch unless I say, alright?"
"Yes, love," he murmured obediently. You smiled and turned around to pick up the black dress you had let fall to the floor. You bent over slowly to pick it up, giving Lucifer a lovely view of your barely covered ass. You heard a deep inhale behind you followed by a shaky exhale.
You hung up the black dress and moved onto the next dress; a beautiful lavender colored Bardot dress with sleeves that hung off your shoulders. Luckily this one didn't have a zipper, you only needed to step in and shimmy it up your body. You adjusted your bra straps and hid them under the sleeves for the time being. You liked this one more than the last, you did as few twirls in front of the mirror checking every single angle.
"What do you think of this one, hon?," you asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. It seemed as though he was gripping that bench with just a little too much force.
"Ravishing," Lucifer breathed. You had given him permission to look, and he was taking fully advantage of your generosity. He was chopping at the bit, fighting every urge to pounce right then and there. Lucifer's eyes were hungry, his lips curled into a smile to try and hide how badly he needed you at this moment. You admired his will powerâŚbut how strong was it truly? You made your way back towards him, chuckling playfully. Without warning, your knees found their way onto the bench, now fully straddling the mess of a man beneath you.
"W-what are you-mmph!" Lucifer tried to ask you but was cut short by your lips suddenly on his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a small peck to his forehead.
"You always say just the right things, Luci," you cooed as you began to shift your hips against him. Hearing the mangled moans coming from Lucifer was nothing short of euphoric. You noticed he had released his grasp on the bench and began to move towards your hips. You gripped the back of his head, his hair firmly between your fingers, and tilted his head back gently. Lucifer grunted softly as you brought your lips to his neck. "Ah, ah, ah, what did I say, love? No touching," you scolded, now sucking and nibbling at his tender skin, desperately needing to mark him.
Lucifer whimpered and reluctantly brought his hands back to their original position on the frigid bench that paled in comparison to the feeling of your warm body that was pressed against him. "I-I can't do this f-for much longer, darling," he whimpered, "I can only h-handle- hnng, so much, IâŚssshhhhhhiiittt-" Lucifer's hot breath became increasingly labored as you continued to rock your hips against his painfully growing bulge.
Just then, you heard the sound of a door closing. Someone had just entered the room next to you. With the threat of being heard now looming, you lifted yourself from his neck to see that Lucifer's eyes had turned an ominous red. It felt as if his slit black irises were staring straight into your soul, attempting to burn you from within. He was losing control fast. But you weren't done with him just yet. With a smirk, you placed a finger over his soft lips. "Shh," you whispered almost inaudibly, "you may want to keep your voice down from now on."
A low guttural growl erupted from Lucifer, not of anger, but of pure lust. His obedience hanging by the thinnest of threads as you removed yourself from his lap and stripped yourself of the purple dress. At this point, you couldnât really care less about the dresses. This was much more entertaining.
The last dress you had grabbed was a form fitting strapless dress decorated entirely in ruby colored sequence with a long slit up the side. You held it against your body in the mirror, but something didn't look quiet right. But then in donned on you, and a devious thought had crossed your mind. You made your way over to Lucifer once more, noticing his claws were now digging into his thighs.
"Can you hold this for just a moment, dear?," you asked innocently. He looked up at you with his still crimson eyes, outstretching his hand silently. Once he was holding the garment, you reached around the back of your bra and unclasped it, letting it hit the floor with a soft thud. Lucifer's eyes became saucers, bunching up the dress in his hand with a clenched fist. Your soft and tender breasts were mere inches from his touch and yet he found he could only sit there motionless, writhing under each new temptation you threw at him.
"YouâŚyou areâŚ" Lucifer began, finding it agonizingly difficult to steady his breathing.
You smiled and tugged the dress back from Lucifer's powerful grip. "The dress wouldn't look right with the bra on, silly! I should have brought one of my strapless ones, but oh well, live and learn!" You giggled to yourself and turned away from the fallen angel who's resolve was deteriorating with each passing moment. And with that final move, you had definitely won the game.
Or did you?
While you were mentally congratulating yourself on your perceived victory, you hadn't noticed that Lucifer had moved from his seated position, picking up every article of your clothing that you used to torment him. All you felt next was something wrap around your waist tightly. Was thatâŚhis tail?
"What the-AHH!," you tried to question, only to be pulled backwards through a portal that had been summoned, dropping the red dress in the process. The pale white dressing room vanished from sight and you were left standing in the middle of your bedroom. âLucifer, why did you-" but you couldnât finish your question. When you turned around, your lover was on his knees behind you, his demonic horns now on full display. He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall at any moment. "Oh, LuciâŚ"
"Please forgive me, I-I'm so sorry, my angel," he cried, "I know I've been acting strange all day and I know that you know I've been keeping something from you. I swear on my immortal life that I will tell you, but I'm begging youâŚ" you kneeled down with him, cupping his face with your hand, "no more teasing. P-pleaseâŚI-I need youâŚ"
You gave him a loving smile and brought your lips to his. He melted from your touch, grabbing at your hand that held his cheek. "You know I love you, Lucifer," you breathed as you pulled away, "I'm sorry if I took things too far back there, I never want to upset you. You don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready to do so. I can wait. But firstâŚ" You stood from your kneeling position and offered him a hand up. The way his demonic form had taken over from just your teasing had you desperate for him beyond belief. Not that your previous bouts of teasing him hadn't worked you up already. You needed him too. Now.
You laid flat on you back against the soft sheets, beckoning him closer with a curl of your finger. Lucifer finally flashed you a toothy grin and in an instant, snapped his fingers, completely removing all of his clothing. Normally he liked to make a show of his undress, but you were both too far gone to care at this point. His tail swished behind him as he excitedly climbed up to join you in bed. He stared down at your crotch, licking his forked tongue across his lips. Without hesitation, he removed your panties and spread your legs apart, taking in the sight of your completely drenched pussy. He leaned down quickly and began to leave sloppy kisses and nips along your inner thighs before stopping right at your entrance.
You chuckled lightly at his eagerness to please you. "Luci, you know you don't have to do this. Especially not after what I put you through today."
Lucifer, in response, let two of his fingers slide against your folds, earning a hardy moan from you. "Trust me when I say this, darling," his voice was low, dripping with lust, "I will never deny either of us this pleasure." You felt his steamy breath against your womanhood as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, sending a shiver down your spine. "You may want to hold on, sweetheart."
Without another word, Lucifer ran his snake-like tongue against your cunt like a starved man. You arched your back in pure ecstasy, unable to focus on anything other than the way he was making you feel. He hooked his arms underneath your legs and brought you as close to his face as physically possible, digging his claws into your soft thighs and wrapping his tail around your calf. You realized what he had meant with his last statement and reached out to grip his devilish horns. Your grasp forced a moan out of him as he worked his tongue on your sensitive nub, circling it relentlessly. You knew how skilled he was with his mouth, but it never failed to awe you every time he used it. It wasn't long before you felt a different sensation, that of two clawed finger thrusting into you at a rapid pace.
"Lu-Lucifer, fuck, f-feels so good," you whimpered in between your heavy breaths, "right-SHIT⌠right there, d-don't stop, please don't stop!" Your pleas only fueled Luciferâs hunger for you and his desire to make you come undone around him. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your knuckles were turning white with the amount of force you were using to hold onto his horns. You let one hand drop to tug at Lucifer's hair, another broken moan escaping him as you did. His fingers curled up into you, hitting your g spot repeatedly as his lips sucked on your clit with reckless abandon. That coil in your stomach was on the verge of snapping. "S-so closeâŚgonna c-cum, fuckfuckFUCK LUCIFER!," was the last thing you could utter before your walls clenched around his fingers, feeling yourself pulsate with waves of pleasure. Lucifer helped you ride out your orgasm while lapping up every drop that escaped your body as if it was the nectar of the gods. Once your body finally relaxed, Lucifer removed himself from your thighs, your mess glistening off his chin. He flashed you a wicked grin before using his tongue to clean up the remains of your essence from his face.
The King of Hell crawled up the length of your body until he was hovered directly above you. "I can truly never have enough of you, my queen," he praised. Through your lustful haze, your barely rational mind latched onto what he'd just said. Queen?, you thought, he's never called me that before. Not that you minded in the slightest, you loved it, in fact. Regardless, you clearly weren't in any condition to question his choice of words. Not when you were desperate for his cock to be buried inside you already.
Lucifer caught your lips, his tongue begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. You could still taste a faint amount of yourself on his lips as your tongues met in a fiery display of passion, twisting and fighting against each other as if trying to establish dominance of the other. You pulled his head closer as he devoured you, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. His tail refused to recoil as it kept its grip on your lower leg. His hard on pressed against your thigh and you were becoming increasingly impatient. You whimpering against him and bucked your hips up, essentially begging for him to take you completely.
âPleaseâŚâ was the only word you could force out once you pulled away from his lips. Lucifer smiled, pressing his lips against your ear just as you had done to him earlier.
âYour heartâs desire is my command,â he cooed as you finally felt that familiar pressure between your thighs that you so desperately craved. You felt the head of his cock finally press into your sopping wet cunt, slowing inching himself into you he bottomed out inside of you. You moaned together, now feeling completely whole. Together as one again. Out of nowhere, Luciferâs wings sprang out behind him once he was fully sheathed inside of you, adding a bright angelic glow to his otherwise hellish appearance.
He was beautiful.
He laughed awkwardly, a hard blush spreading across his face. You reached up and captured his lips once more. He hummed into you, folding his wings around you, completely blocking the outside world. In that perfect moment, the only thing that existed was you and him. After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer finally began to shift his hips, pulling himself out only to thrust right back into you. Slowly at first, relishing every single mewl and whimper you let escape your throat as he rutted into you. But it wasnât long until his pace quickened, the sound of your slapping skin driving him to the brink. He rested his forehead against yours, refusing to look away from your loving gaze. You felt that coil in your stomach begin to clench once more, making it near impossible to form any coherent sentence, the pleasure his cock was providing was overwhelming you in the best way possible. He noticed this and brough his hand between you two and started circling your already overstimulated clit. You were not going to last much longer. And you could tell his composure was falling apart at the seams as well.
"HngâŚfuckâŚme," Lucifer stammered, his breath hitching on every word "closeâŚI'm close, g-gonnaâŚc-ffffuuucckkk!" He resorted to latching his sharp teeth onto your shoulder, causing small patches of blood to flow out as he came, his hot seed painting your walls white. His wings twitched and spasmed when he finished inside you. His orgasm coupled with his hard thrusts and torturing of your sensitive nub pushed you over the edge for a second time, screaming his name as you clenched around his thick cock. Lucifer lapped up the blood he had drawn from you before he collapsed on top of you, his demonic form finally subsiding, as you both tried your best to catch your breath. You both laid there for a minute or two before even thinking about moving again. Besides, you loved the feeling of his full weight on top of you, it was comforting.
"Remind me to tease you more often," you joked, running your fingers through Lucifer's soft blond hair. He shot his head up and glared at you with a clear 'don't even think about it' look. "I'm kidding! MostlyâŚ" Lucifer rolled his eyes playfully and planted a small peck to your lips. He finally found the strength to pull out of you and roll over onto his side, exhaling heavily.
"ThatâŚdidn't really go as planned," Lucifer chuckled nervously. Up until now, you had completely forgotten what had even led up to this moment! You guessed you weren't getting a new dress after all, not that you minded, you had more than enough in your closet as it was. "What SHOULD have happened was you were going to pick out a new dress, I was going to take you out on a beautiful romantic candlelit dinner, and then I...I wasâŚ" he paused and gulped. "Oh, to hell with it!" He quickly sat up straight and turned to you, using both of his hand to grab onto yours. You sat up as well, your stomach filled with butterflies for a reason you weren't really sure of. "You were right, you know. I was keeping something from you. I am a very bad liar and I'm even worse at keeping secrets. Especially from you. You told me that I didn't have to tell you right now. But that was the problem! I was fighting with every fiber of my being to not tell you immediately! Because I love you with all of my heart and soul and I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side and...and..." he exhaled harshly. With a wave of his hand, a small black velvet box appeared. "My love," he opened the box to reveal a ring, "will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my bride?"
You looked down at the precious jewelry before you. A golden snake for the band, with its body wrapped around a beautiful ruby gem in the shape of an apple. Your eyes swelled with tears, you couldn't stop them from flowing down your face. Lucifer panicked and started to wipe them away.
"I-I'm sorry! Please...please don't cry! I didn't mean to-HMPH!" His apologies were cut short when your lips found his. After you pulled away, you laughed, tears refusing to stop. Lucifer's mouth was agape.
"Yes, Lucifer," you bawled, "yes yes yes, a million times yes! Of course I'll marry you, I've never wanted anything more!"
Lucifer sat there in disbelief. But only for a moment before joining you in your crying, wrapping his arms tightly around you, both of your sobs echoing throughout the room.
"You've made me the happiest person in all of Hell, my dear," he cried as he peppered kisses all over your face, clearing away more of your tears. "I love you, from now until the end of time. I promise to be the best husband I can possibly be."
"You're already the best person for me, my King," you smiled. "You don't have to change a thing. I love you, Lucifer Morningstar."
"And I you, Mrs. Morningstar."
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Six Feet Under | P.SH
ăparingă : ceo!sunghoon x stripper!fem!reader ăword countă : 3.5k
ăsynopsisă : even a busy ceo needs a well-deserved break to release some pent-up frustration and you just so happen to be that escape he finds himself returning to. he was married and you swore you'd never fall in love again, however, what happens when you find yourself wanting more?
ăgenreă : smut, angst, forbidden romance
ăwarningă : cheating (I do NOT condone cheating irl, this is for the sake of the story!), making out, pet names (baby, princess, kitten, good girl, also slut is used), unprotected sex (big no-no, wrap it before you tap it), fingering, oral (m. receiving), cursing, mirror sex, teasing, mentions of breeding, creampie, choking, hair pulling, begging, hoon spanks the reader like once, public sex(?), lmk if I missed anything!
All you wanted in your life was to live a life of luxury, surrounded by pretty things. So much money that you live the rest of your life in peace with a fancy glass of champagne. A little life without having to deal with someone else, without commitment, without love.Â
However, nothing in life came for free and you of course had to work for it. Just like any other normal Friday night here you were in a tiny two-piece that left very little to the imagination and heels that were ungodly tall. Twirling around the pole effortlessly, money pooling on the ground underneath you. The catcalls and provocative remarks werenât anything new to you if anything they spurred you on more.
Just then you caught sight of a familiar face, sitting at the bar that trailed the length of the stage. His eyes watching you from over the rim of his glass, studying your every move. Sunghoon wasnât a stranger to you, far from it actually.
Sunghoon was always here Friday nights, maybe Saturday if he could sneak out without raising too many questions. He was a busy man, running a well-known company wasnât for the weak. This also meant that he pent up frustration from the earlier days of the week he needed to get out so where did he find himself? At the most popular strip club in all of Korea, watching the very dancer that has held him captive since the beginning.
Landing on your feet with a satisfying click of your heels you walked around the pole, your hand still tightly wrapped around the metal. Stopping in front of the black-haired male with a smirk, dropping to your knees you rolled hips forward, your hand in your hair gaining some hollars from the other drunk men around you.Â
While many others had their gaze set on you, your gaze was solely on the man in front of you. Sunghoonâs eyes never left your figure as you crawled in his direction, giving him a better view down the skimpy top that hung loosely on your body.
âHey, kitten give us another show, yeah?â A man that was standing next to Sunghoon reached forward tucking a wad of cash in the band of your bottoms before giving your thigh a small tap.
You leaned down on your forearms, giving him a wide smile and a wink before turning your gaze back to Sunghoon. Watching his chocolate brown eyes darken, his knuckles white as he gripped his glass a little too tight.
The look he was giving you was already enough to have heat pooling in your gut.Â
Crawling forward, you reach forward tracing your manicured fingers along his jaw feeling the muscles tense under your touch. This wasnât completely out of the norm for you so it didnât raise any suspicion from those around you. However, you got a few jealous remarks as you leaned closer to Sunghoon, your fingers trailing down his neck right over his pulse point. You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your fingertips as your lips brushed his ear. Saying a simple âyou know where to find me.â before moving away just as the music faded, ending your performance.
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Finding you was exactly what Sunghoon did, finding you sitting in front of your vanity in your dressing room. Your eyes flickered up to meet his dark ones through the mirror as the door clicked shut.
âTook you long enough.â Your words were more teasing than annoyed, however, the taller male didnât say a word. Looking at you through the mirror with a hard-to-read expression.
Seeing as you werenât going to get a response you let out a huff before grabbing your hair brush to untangle your silky strands. Your eyes trained on your reflection as you repeated the same cycle of pulling your hair through the thin bristles.
Until movement caught your eye, Sunghoon moved to stand behind you as you sat the hairbrush down. His slim fingers then traced along your jaw much like you had done to him just an hour ago. They were cold against your burning skin, leaving a chill to go down your spine.
Light gleaming off of the metal band that hugged his ring finger reminded you that the man behind you, the man who has fucked you senseless multiple times in this very room wasnât a single man.
âWhat about your wife? Wonât she be wondering where her husband is so late?â You smirked at Sunghoon through the mirror.
His hand was quick to grab your face, squishing your cheeks tightly and you let out a surprised yelp.
âHow many times do I have to tell you to keep her out of your mouth?â Sunghoonâs breath fanned over your ear, âor do I have to remind you what happened last time?â
Your throat went dry as the memories of him denying you release so many times flashed through your mind. Looking over you met his dark eyes, but no words left your tongue.
âCat got your tongue princess?â The deep tone of his voice had you squeezing your thighs together, which of course didnât go unnoticed by the dark-haired male.
His grip on your face loosened as he softly caressed your jaw, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. As if instinct took over you let your mouth fall open allowing him to insert the digit into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.Â
You closed your lips, encasing his finger in your warm heat while he watched you with an intense gaze. Sucking softly, tongue swirling, drenching his digit in your saliva, eyes never leaving his.
âOn your knees,â Sunghoon demanded, pulling his hand away from your face, and motioning to the ground. You obey, sitting on your knees on the cool faux wood ground, an ache already starting to form in your joints. But that would be a problem for future you to deal with.
Looking up you were met with Sunghoonâs blown-out pupils, the same cold expression on his face. However, there was a tinge of annoyance because of how slow you were going.
Reaching down he ran his fingers through your hair and you relished in the feeling of his nails softly scraping your scalp. Until he grabbed a fist full of your hair, tugging harshly causing a whine to leave your lips. He leaned down, his breath fanning your face, a dark look in his eyes that was enough to tell you that you were in for a long night.
âYou know what to do, so-â He tugged on your hair again eliciting a whimper from your lips, âDo. It.â
Letting go of your hair he stood straight on his feet once more, watching as you hastily reached for his belt. Pulling it loose you let his slacks fall, pooling at his ankles and leaving him in his boxers. You ghosted your fingers over his bulge that was pressing against the fabric, âaw how long have you been like this?â You teased, but the dark spot was evidence enough that he had been like this for some time.
Sunghoonâs jaw clenched as you continued to tease him through his underwear. Opening his mouth to tell you to get on with it but he was cut off as a choked groan tore through his throat, your fingers squeezing him through the fabric. The sound alone was enough to have your core throbbing, and your underwear becoming uncomfortably sticky.
Looking up only added to the burning in your stomach, his bottom lip was trapped in his teeth, his eyes hooded watching your every move. You didnât want to wait any longer to have a taste of him again, itâd be a lie if you said you werenât addicted to him. Something about fucking around in secret excited you even more, though you did feel kinda bad for his wife.
The sound of your name falling from his lip in such a surly tone was enough to snap you out of your daze. Raising higher on your knees you grabbed the hem of his button-up shirt, pushing it up revealing his toned abdomen. Pressing feather-like kisses over the skin, trailing along the waistband of his underwear. Listening to the hushed curses that would fall from his lips gives you the confidence to press a firm kiss right on his v-line.Â
Feeling his muscles contract under your skin spurred you on, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouth kisses along his abdomen. Stopping right under his belly button, nipping at the skin softly, his hand falling softly on your head.
âNo marks.â He groaned as you nipped a bit harder at the skin. Oh how badly you wanted to mark his perfect porcelain skin, but you knew better than to disobey. Pulling away you let his shirt fall back down, hooking your fingers in the band of his underwear. Tugging them down, you let the fabric join his pants on the ground.
You take him in one hand, pressing a thumb against his leaking tip resulting in a low groan to tear through his lips. Spitting in your palm you replace your other hand, rubbing up and down his shaft. Your saliva and his precum allow your movements to become fluid. His hand gripped the back of your vanity chair, knuckles turning white. You bring your head closer and lick a stripe up his cock, eyes flickering up watching as his head falls back soft moan-like sighs leaving his lips. Swirling your tongue around his tip, the taste of precum tingled in your mouth causing you to hum softly, making the volume of his moans increase. âFuck princess, stop- fuck, stop teasing.â
Releasing his vice-like grip on the chair, Sunghoon gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Looking down heâs met with your lust-filled gaze, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight. Your face was painted a beautiful shade of red and your pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock. He groans when you take him deeper, his hold on your hair tightening as his hips buck forward into your throat, making you gag at the sudden intrusion.
âHmm fuck baby,â He hums as he thrusts his hips forward once again shivering at the feeling of your throat contracting around him. You focus your breathing through your nose, allowing him to take charge. His head falls back again, his pace picking up causing tears to prick in the corner of your eyes, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs.
âWhy talk about my wife, when- fuck, when you can just suck my cock like the little slut you are.â He growls, picking up his pace once more taking the air right out of your lungs as you hum around him. Your thighs and knees burning in protest from sitting in the same position for so long, but the sight of him getting lost in the feeling of your throat was enough for you to want to endure it.
âShitâŚâ Sunghoon suddenly pulled out of your mouth, afraid that heâd cum then and there. Tugging on your hair, enough for a whine to fall from your swollen lips. âGet up.â his raspy tone instantly had you swooning as you scrambled back to your feet. He kicked his pants and underwear off his ankles. Latching his lips to yours, he groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. He pushes you back until your lower back hits the vanity behind you, lips trailing down your neck as he picks you up, setting you on the surface.
Your fingers comb through his hair as he sucks on the hot skin of your neck, his canines scraping across your pulse point have a shiver going down your spine. He could feel your heart rate accelerate under his lips as he colored your skin in shades of reds and purples.
âHoon, wait- fuck!â You exclaim as he bites down on the junction of your shoulder and neck, the stinging makes your head spin.Â
âYouâre mine.â He growled against your skin, fingers undoing your robe. You both know that wasnât true, you would never truly be his, he was married and youâd rather be buried six feet under before committing to a serious relationship. But just for the night, youâd pretend.Â
âMy little slut to ruin.â His lips latched back on yours in a fervent kiss, teeth clashing, drool seeping from the corner of your lips. Your finger worked in a rush to undo his white button-up, desperate to feel his skin on you. Once the shirt was undone you ran your fingers down his torso, nails scraping his skin softly.
His lips never left your skin as he pushed the robe off of your shoulders, letting it lay on the table behind you, fingers tracing the lace fabric of the underwear set you had changed into. A low groan fell from his lips as he leaned down by your ear, âYouâre fucking insatiable.âÂ
You whine as he squeezed one of your boobs, harshly before letting his fingers trailed down, parting your thighs further. He pulled away to watch as your eyes pleaded with him to touch you.Â
âHoon, please.â You squirm under his touch as his finger brushes over your core.
âPlease what princess?â He smirked, enjoying the way your eyebrows scrunched together in desperation, your fingers wrapped loosely around his forearm while the other gripped the table underneath you.
âTouch me please,â A soft moan slipped past your lips as he ghosted over your clothed clit before whining when he took his hand back to your thigh.
âBut I am touching you.â Frustration bubbled in your chest as you gazed up at him, the want to smack that smirk off his face was strong, but not as strong as the want of his fingers in you. âYou mean like this?â He traced the area right before where you really wanted him, you whined, grip tightening on his arm.
âGod dammit Sunghoon, just fuck me with your fingers please!â You exclaim and before you could even blink his other hand wrapped around your throat, limiting your oxygen supply.
âYou better watch your fucking tone princess.â His lips ghost over your own as his other hand moves to cup your heat making you let out a choked moan. His fingers press against your clothed cunt feeling you soak your underwear further, âyouâre so wet baby, fuck.â
The lack of proper oxygen and his teasing touch was making your head spin. Sunghoon kissed you deeply as he moved your underwear to the side, feeling your warm and slick folds. You whimper against his lips as his thumb finds your clit, circling it sharply.
âOnly I can make you this wet, not those other assholes out there, me.â He growled as he inserted his finger into you and you cried out, back arching and nails digging into his skin. Your head was spinning, everything becoming overwhelming. He let go of your neck allowing you to breathe properly before finding purchase on your hip as he worked his finger in and out of you.
âFuck⌠Hoon,â Moans fell from your lips as he pushed another finger into your sopping pussy, picking up his pace. Your head falls back in pure bliss allowing Sunghoon to latch his lips to your neck once more.
Sunghoon relished in your scent and the way you wrapped around his fingers so perfectly knowing that he would have to stop soon, his dick painfully hard and he wanted to be in you. Tilting your head back up you cupped his face with your free hand, bringing his attention to your already fucked out expression.
âHoon-â You were cut off as his fingers brushed over your sweet spot causing a loud moan to tear through your lips. He smirked devilishly as he kissed the corner of your lips.
âWhat were you saying, baby?â He teased as he abused your sweet spot, pulling you closer and closer to your release.Â
âPlease, Hoon, I need you, so bad.â You were growing too impatient and quite frankly so was he.
âNeed my cock princess?â He teased, watching as you nodded your head furiously, lips caught between your teeth. Pulling his drenched fingers out of your pussy making you whine softly before he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you to your feet.
Your legs felt like jelly and if Sunghoon hadnât been holding on to you, you surely would have fallen to your knees. Before you could even process it Sunghoon had you turned around and bent over the surface of the vanity.
âNow be a good girl and watch as I fuck you.â His finger trailed up the back of your thigh before grabbing a handful of your ass. You hummed loving the feeling of his warm skin on you, eyes fluttering shut.
A cry left your lips, eyes snapping open at the sudden sting on your asscheek. âWhat did I say, princess?â Sunghoon rubbed the red skin with his thumb, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.
Pushing your underwear to the side once more, lining his cock up with your entrance, eyes never leaving yours even as he slid in with a sudden thrust. A loud cry was torn from your lungs, head fell down at the sudden feeling.
Sunghoon grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up and making you look in the mirror. He didnât give you a chance to fully adjust before he started thrusting his hips at a fast pace, grip tight on both your hair and hip. The movement had your eyes rolling as broken moans fell from your lips.
âSuch a good girl, taking my cock like the slut you are.â Sunghoon chuckles, ramming his hips into yours, driving his cock deeper into your pussy eliciting moans from you.
âHâŚhoon.â You whine out, reaching behind you, nails digging into the skin of his hip. He hissed before releasing your hip, grabbing your wrist instead. Pulling until your back arched and a pornographic moan left your mouth.
Tears blurred your vision as you tried your hardest to keep looking in the mirror like he told you to, but the pleasure was just becoming too much. Letting your head hang, you whimper as Sunghoon pulls your head right back up.
âAm I fucking you that good that you canât even listen?â He mocks with a smug smirk, hand leaving your hair to wrap around your neck, pulling your body flush against his as he keeps up with the animalistic pace. A gasp escapes your parted lips at the change, almost doubling over when the head of his cock brushes over your sweet spot.
ââS too deep-'' Another cry cuts you off as Sunghoonâs fingers find your clit, abusing the small bundle of nerves. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, falling back on his shoulder.
âFuck- youâre squeezing my dick so tight.â He groaned, feeling his climax creeping up, he knew he wouldnât last much longer, but heâll be damned if you donât cum before him. Picking up the pace of his fingers on your clit had you crying out again.
âHoon-ââDonât worry princess, Iâll fill your sweet pussy so good, knock you up maybe so everyone knows your mine.â His words didnât register in your foggy mind, your ears ringing as you felt so close.
With one final thrust of his hips, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, soaking his cock that still pounded into your abused hole. He groaned as you tightened around him like a vice, his orgasm right there.
âToo muchâŚâ You whined, grabbing his hand that had left your clit, now on your hip.Â
âJust a bit more, Iâm almost there.â His once deep and husky voice came out almost whiney as he continued to thrust harshly, throwing you into overstimulation. âIâmma fill you to the brim,â He bit down on your shoulder and you clamped down on him, tipping him over the edge. A loud groan leaves his lips as he pumps his hot, thick cum into you, filling you to the brim just as he promised.
His hips slowed to a stop and he released your throat, wrapping his arms around your body encasing you in his warmth. The room was filled with heavy breathing as you both came down from your highs. Sunghoon whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you held onto his forearm.
You wished you could stay like this forever, in his warmth, his scent, his touch, his taste, stuffed by him, butâŚ
Your thoughts were cut off as a shrilling ringing filled the room, reminding you that this was the end. It was probably a good thing because again he was married and youâd rather be caught dead before falling in love again. Yet here you are hoping for just a few more minutes with him.
He really was going to have you six feet under.
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LADY BEETLE | knj
pairing: non-idol!namjoon x oc
genre: situationship au ; sex playhouse ; glory hole / smut, fluff
word count: 10.4k
summary: when you came to seoul's hidden sex playhouse to forget about namjoon, you didn't think the anonymous mr. kim would actually be namjoon. Â
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warnings: sex club setting, oc struggles with her feelings towards namjoon, glory hole but with hoseoksluna twist, engaging in sexual practices with a person you don't know, commitment issues, heated conversations, dirty talk, patience game, counting down (for my neva play girlies), oral sex (f. & m. receiving), deepthroat, face fucking, nipple play, unprotected and rough sex, teacher namjoon, spanking, praise kink, size kink, choking on fingers, rough treatment in general, aftercare, oc and namjoonie smoke together.
note: i daresay this is my best work. :D fuck my life, guys. i need this namjoon like i need air to breathe. if i see any of you wearing panties... TAKE EM OFF NOW. sldjflskdjfsl jk, jk. THE SUPRISE IS REVEALED. GLORY FAWKING HOLE. my babies, enjoy this filth. stream neva play. imagine that deep voice of his.... yeah. yeah....... faaawwkwkjsdlfjsdlfjsdfjslfjsls. ENJOYYYYY. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. MY ASK BOX IS OPEENNNNNNN.
The building looked ordinary from the outside view. Like any other building in this part of the city. Long and tall, coalescing with the evening heavens and with its freckles of starsâvery much like those upon your skin. McDonaldâs was just down the road, a to-go coffee stand perfumed the whole street with its coffee beans, and a bookstore stood right next to this peculiar piece of urban architecture, unaware of all the sins that lurked behind its walls.Â
It may pretend to be pure, with its grand hall, its sophisticated reception and even graceful employeesâdressed in the finest of fabrics that glinted beneath the opulent chandelierâbut it was just that.Â
An act.Â
They smiled at you, but in their heart they knew what you were here for.Â
In this seemingly normal, ordinary building all your sexual fantasies flare out. In the simplest of words, you come here to get fucked out of the norm that is considered vanilla. You fill out an online application, set the date, the timeâand depending on your desire, you even get to see who your dream fulfiller is.Â
In your case, you were going into this blind.Â
And so was he, your dream fulfiller.Â
While you opted to stay anonymous, the only detail you knew about the man was that he was from the cursed Kim clan. Another male that bore the last name like the one who wrecked your nerves to the point that you had to bite the bullet and try this out as nothing else was working. It was a newfound obsession of your best friend, who gifted you a voucher to this place on your birthday. And you werenât sure if Kim Namjoon had the sixth sense and somehow knew about this, although youâd believe he was very much capable of possessing one, just to piss you off even more.Â
You have been crushing on this man since the day you met him at your momâs small ramyeon restaurant you are working in for her. Since the moment, in fact, you glimpsed at his vintage black Cartier watch with a matching singular bracelet adorning his wrist that he kept calmly on the table while he was on a work call, growling and snapping into the phone. Your mom curled her lips, swatted her eyelashes as she grew hot in the cheeks, chopping green onions for him from her cooking station while you were watching over the noodles. It was her who noticed him at firstâand it was her who told you to do your best and seduce him.Â
And when you lifted your eyes, saw that thick mane of his cloudy hair, the cleft of his cheek as he gritted his jaw and then that picturesque hand of his, you sensed that unfamiliar, magnetic pull towards him that made you blush. And you never looked more like her than in that moment.Â
For some reason you knew better than to not listen to her and do as she says. You felt it was the right decision, the right move and so you fixed your hair, swiped your flower clip through a half of it while your face-framing wisps fell naturally in front of your pink face. Your mom tossed you her lip gloss from the pocket of her apron and you brought him the ramyon she cooked for him.Â
Smiled at him. Batted your eyelashes at him like your mother taught you throughout your girlhood and it worked.Â
Namjoon told you were a breath of fresh air when you sashayed towards him after such an important, yet aggravating phone call, apologized for the inconvenience, bowed slightly. Balanced, most delightfully, respect and flirting. Leaned more towards the latter when he would steal glances at you and smile at you at every opportunity that your gaze would connect to his.Â
Your heart hammered once he came to you to pay for his meal. Your mother stopped whatever it was that she was doing just to beam at him and he personally gave her a huge tip in cashâright into her right hand that he held. Turned to you and asked you if youâd like to have dinner with him sometime.Â
And you agreedâwithout knowing he would get on your nerves in the long run.Â
Namjoon was not a serious man, not as he appeared to be. Although he showed you the side of Seoul you would otherwise never have the option to see and feel with your entire being by taking you to luxurious dinners, cafĂŠs, art exhibitions and work eventsâthe things he would say and the things he would do did not reflect those settings by any chance.Â
He took you from rags to riches and you paid for it by being a victim of his odd form of cute aggression.Â
The man would get you tangled up in your sentences because he simply enjoyed the view of you getting flustered. He found pleasure in revving you up enough for you to curse at him and growl at him, be it by bugging you with tickles, pokes or be it by making fun of you until you yourself laughed.Â
There was nothing sexual about your relationship, if you could call it that. He didnât hold your hand, he didnât regard you hungrily as so many men do in his place, but he did look at you with the rawest form of purity. At your frecklesâones that made him give you the adorable nickname Lady Beetleâat your butterfly tattoo on your ankle that your dress would always expose from its natural criss-crossed position. The things he would say did not contain any hints of this leading into the bed. And he never kissed you, even though there were many occasions, where he looked like he was about to do it.Â
He always held back. And while it, and everything else, made you pristinely fall for him, it also angered you so much that there was nothing else you wanted to do but to grab his head and kiss him madly.Â
And the other day, you did.Â
Leaned in after the heft of your shared tension grew too big for you to hide it in your handsâonly for him to turn his head, slightly, and let you merely kiss his cheek.Â
That was the final straw. And so you stopped agreeing to his âdateâ invitations until you stopped replying to his messages altogether. You thought he wasnât going to have any part of you if he wasnât willing to properly date you.Â
And in your anger, you dwelled in the hole he left behind. The hole that was asking for his fatherly attention that caused you so much extraordinary joy. Your mother mustâve sensed it with her motherly instincts that he would occupy that place in your life, which your father didnât. Your body missed laughing with him until your tummy hurtâand you missed him. And the more you did, the more your anger blazed.Â
You couldnât get rid of it.Â
You tried exercising. You tried running around the block, only to never do it again because you couldnât catch your breath and you thought you had almost died that day. You smoked a pack after pack, and that didnât help either.Â
Neither did abusing your cunt until you couldnât go on anymore. Your anger burned down your bedroom and once you groaned and whined, punched the pillows and kicked your legs, your eyes fell upon the voucher you had pinned on your corkboard Â
Your remedy was in front of you, and in the worst of your angerâyou gave it a go.Â
You filled out that application in the middle of the night, one that made you even hornier. And because you didnât want to see any other man but Namjoon while you were getting your brain fucked out of your head, you chose the only option there was for that case.Â
Glory hole.Â
And the idea of it made your anger falter ever so slightly. You could imagine it was him pounding you through the barrier. The wall would only help your imagination.
Friday. Seven PM. You had to come two hours early because it was a necessity for you to shower at the place after you signed the contract. You also had to quickly think of a safe word, it was the only thing you foolishly forgot to fill out that day, as lost as you were within your flight of fancy. And because the employee standing in front of you made you anxious, you wrote down the first thing you thought of.Â
Beetle.Â
Your heart pounded, and when you let go of the pen, the gravity of the moment hit you. You truly were about to swim in a pool of sin only because the man you desperately wanted didnât want you back. At least not in the way you wanted him to.Â
The employee led you into the room, where your own personal sin would uncoil. A grandiose, large space, plucked out of a French chateau, with dark antique furniture, an easel with a painting you were quick to skip to in order to ogle at it. Your kitten heels clicked on the old, parquet floors that creaked, scuffed against the carpet that cost more than your yearly salary. It was a room that Namjoon would likeâand it was a room that took your breath away.Â
And the painting paused your blood flow.Â
The Unequal Marriage by Vasili Pukirev. Â
A painting of you, essentially, because you canât have the man you yearn for.Â
Your heart shrinks, painful pinpricks digging deeply into the flesh. You lift a finger and trace the despondent face of the bride, acknowledge yourself with that secret, yet vivid piece of your agony eternalized within the thickness of the brushstrokes. Her silver flower crown, the gossamer fabric of her veil, and finally her delicate hand. And in your soul, you hold it.Â
You peek at the elderly groom and disgust seizes you. Because of the poor girlâs fate, because of your own. It feels as though youâre about to sin with that very man and you regret ever coming here.Â
An emotion that you hurriedly shake off because your best friend paid a huge amount of money for you to experience a good time. Like she did.Â
Your hand slaps back to your side. Your emotions, too. You will them to hide their starlight just for this one night. Hide their love for the man they canât have.Â
You turn around and glimpse upon a table with bottles of both champagne and wine. Think you need one at this moment; think your dream fulfiller would appreciate it if you poured him one, too. But having one sip of that dark liquid, you say fuck it and finish his glass as well.Â
Undress. Take a shower. Weep under the stream.Â
And the same employee waits for you when you emerge out of the bathroom in your robe. With manicured hands folded over her stomach, her eyes have softened a little bit, and abruptly, you realize how glad you are that a woman is accompanying you on this strange journey. If a man stood in her place, you wouldâve already walked out and wasted your best friendâs money.Â
âMr. Kim wishes for you to be naked,â she says, her voice light, but firm. Your skin prickles with goosebumpsâyou bought a lacy red lingerie for the occasion, to help your imagination do its job to the fullest. A certain wisp of sadness clutches you that you wonât be able to wear it.Â
OrâŚÂ
âWhat happens if I disobey?â you ask, gripping the thick lining of your bathrobe at your chest for mental support. The seriousness of the situation inches nearer and nearer and your stomach knots.Â
She inhales, straightening up, as if she was about to leave this room. âMr. Kim is not a regular, so I donât know anything about this temper, but I would suggest respecting his wishes.âÂ
And she does, making space for your thoughts to whirl, and your eyes trace the flowers on the red Persian rug underneath your slipper-shod feet.Â
Heâs not a regular, so that means heâs not anything like the disgusting groom in the painting. He may be an ordinary person just like you, trying your luck in an unusual setting. Perhaps young, perhaps olderâbut normal. Not a lecher about to feast on your purity.Â
Your stomach relaxes as do your muscles and you walk over to the bed to grab your make-up bag. Set yourself into the doll version of you that enjoys a male company with your eyeliner and glitter. Finish the process with a red tendril of lipstick over your mouthâjust to leave behind a pleasant trace if the man ever decides to up the fun a little bit.Â
Will it be fun? Or will you regret every second?Â
An unanswerable question for your doll brain. You shake it off. Sit down at the edge of the bed and wait.Â
Wait for him to fuck not just your anger, but your feelings out of your body.Â
The woman emerges out of the bright light of the hall as if she was a housekeeper coming in to clean the hotel room. To a naked eye, it is not far from reality. This time, her softness has deepened so much that she bears a smile on her face. One, that youâre unsure of what it means. And one that relaxes your system to its finality.Â
She raises a hand towards the double doors, in the direction of the easel with the painting, and nods, her smile unwavering.Â
âYou may proceed, miss, through this door. You can take off your robe now and get on the bed through the back of the cubicle. Mr. Kim will join you in five minutes.âÂ
Your breath shivers as you exhale. You thank her and she clicks the door shut behind her. Scurrying onto your feet, you gather as much bravery as you can. Your bathrobe plops down onto the bed. You give one last look to the unhappy bride in the painting before you open the door.Â
You sense her encouraging you to go onâto live a life full of emancipation that she never got to grasp with her fist. And that, you find, is your bravery.Â
The dimmed room, in size, mirrors the one you just walked out of. And it stares at you head-on.Â
The cubicle the employee spoke of faces you to the right. A black-painted wooden little structure with a hole in the middle, covered in leather that is cut into long fringes. The lower half of your body will stick out of it and you reckon it depends on Mr. Kim himself what he does with your legsâwhether he pins them up using the restrains on the wood or if he holds them.Â
The unknown lengthens and for the first time during this night, a small ribbon of excitement begins to swathe your chest.Â
Next to the cubicle, in the far corner of the room, is a dresser. You believe the drawers are filled with toys, but the top is lined with dark bottles of alcohol that you recognize. EuropeanâJack Danielâs, Jim Beam. Suits the play houseâs style, you guess.Â
And on the left, a monumental bed that takes up the rest of the room. And itâs hung up from the ceiling.
You donât have time to ogle it as time ticks, but while you run to the back of the cubicle like you were advised, you do notice that there are no paintings embellishing the walls. No person from the old age of time to witness the unfolding of your so-called dream. Sinful, sinful dream.Â
Maybe that was done on purpose. Maybe youâre supposed to live this dream with the anonymous Mr. Kim in some way.Â
The mattress inside the cubicle is made out of leather, but it is the strong scent of fresh wood that hits your nostrils. It is decorated with twinkle lights all around, giving it a comforting feel. One pair of restraints is installed into the walls as well, but you think itâs more for leverage than for the wishes of the dream fulfiller. Milky and silken, they stand out from the dark tones of it all, and you gaze at them for some kind of comfort as you strengthen your legs through the hole, the cold tassels drifting along your bare body sending sparks of strange delight up your stomach. You bite your lip at the sensation, scooching up to an awkward, almost sitting position so your legs donât dangle out, but the backs of your knees press against the edge of the mat.Â
You cross your ankles.Â
And you wait, all over again.Â
Wonder if you should touch yourself or if you should give the honors to Mr. Kim to make you ready for him, but the tassels, the sight of your hip bone tattoo that says angel⌠your nipples perk up on their own and maybe youâve come to like the act of waiting for him. Or maybe you like the view of your nakedness at a peculiar place such as this. Of your angelic form bare and about to be taken back to heaven.Â
Your stomach swarms with anxious morsels at that thought and you take a deep breath. At your exhale, you hear the door creak open and close with a certain tenderness that you immediately know it was used in order not to startle you.Â
One point up for Mr. Kim.Â
Maybe the Kim clan has good manners and thoughtfulness engraved in their DNA, but theyâre men and disappointment always awaits you eventuallyâ
His footsteps lead towards you, carrying that same tenderness. The sound of the muted thuds grow more and more distinct, no ounce of hurriedness lodged in them. A small fire begins to burn in you due to his evident patience, awakening your body, and youâre so, so surprised to detect such gentle arousal just from the energy heâs brought in.Â
That, alone, causes you to curl in your coyness, but when you hear him huff out a gentle laughter, you instinctively squeeze your thighs first before you bury your face in your hands, your cheeks hot to the touch.Â
Why is he laughingâ
He places a large, warm palm on your knee. You flinch and his touch becomes heavier as if he was telling you not to be scared, its warmth begins to descend down your shinâand then lips. His breath wafts over your skin and he presses his lips against it as a way of greeting.Â
It is the rule of this sexual practiceâno speaking between the partners. And now that itâs unfolding in action, you find yourself absolutely enthralled by it.
You flutter all over, the apex of your inner thighs slick with the liquid expression of your arousal. Your heart pounds, touched by that unusual but kind gesture, and youâre curious for more.Â
He rubs the place he kissed with his thumb and then⌠coldness. He must have withdrawn, straightened his posture, and a great oddity begins to take form in you.Â
Your knees tremble, sensitive from his benevolence.Â
And you wonder if heâs watching his creation, taking his time as he is for the next move. You long for it, timid, unsure of what to do with your hands. You flex them and unflex them on the leather, your lower limbs gaining momentum, and you feel your wetness trickling down onto the mat. You do well to stifle the mewls gathering in your throat and you yearn for those considerate hands of his to touch you everywhereâ
He yanks you forward and, remarkably, the yelp that is flung out of you is hushed, not heard by his ears. At least you hope soâyou donât want to get in trouble, turn that kindness of his around. Youâd regret that, and youâd regret that very much.Â
Mr. Kim spreads your legs apart, but your femininity is concealed by those suspended tassels that tease your core, your clit, and your hip bones, the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of you. A great dose of pleasure surges through you from it and from the way those fingers of his glide upon the inner of your thigh. He reaches as far as where your shiny stain is. A low, deep breath is exuded from his chest when he feels it and he smears it along your pelvic bone and a little bit on one of your folds.Â
He heightens your tremor by doing that.Â
You feel bad for reacting like that, but you canât help itâneither can you stop it. You try to keep your body still and through the opening you can see him propping his hand on your thigh, watching you do so, as if he wonât continue until he knows youâve regained your composure. And something about that, in its own way, helps you, and it helps you tremendously.Â
With his palm flat, he caresses your flesh in a circular motion to praise you for it, lifting his hand upwards and beyond your sight. Your stomach undulates and it is now that you notice the navy blue of his dress pants, the growing tent that takes shape in the middle, and owing to the calmness and the sense of safety heâs installed within you, you do the boldest thing youâve ever done, save for leaning in to kiss Namjoon nearly two weeks ago.Â
Turned on from the sight of his arousal, you grab a hold of the tassel and you begin to provoke him, deciding that you want his manhood to grow. Because of the way he treats you, you deem he deserves it.Â
You move, smooth, the leather strip along your cunt, collecting your slick. You shift your hips in circles, the fabric cool and sensual in a way you never thought it would be. Your breaths come out whiny the longer you do it and when you change the direction and move up and down, you can hear his breaths, too. And maybe the blackness of the walls are messing with your mind, but you couldâve sworn, his secret noises have become whiny just the same once you pressed the tassel against your swollen clit.Â
And it isnât until you naturally feel the back of his leg with the ball of your foot that he lets you see how much your little show advanced his arousal. The print of is cock is prominent, thick in the tightness of his pants, and you want it.Â
You no longer want Namjoonâs. You want his.Â
The plan worked.Â
And with a smile of a winner gracing your features, to celebrate you start to make yourself feel delightful. You rub your clit, still with the strip, biting your lips in order to suppress your moans, the pleasure more vivacious this time around. Heâs not palming himself, heâs not doing anything at all but watching you, his hands by his sides, and perhaps to reward himâyou let go of the tassel.Â
You let him see your pussy.Â
Shiny, swollen and needy, asking for a man you havenât seen and wonât even see.Â
How sinful, how titillating. You canât wait to have a cigarette after this.Â
His cock twitches and it beguiles you, the way your hand, without your conscious knowing, extends out and reaches for it through the hole. Your femininity, your sexualityâbrazen and alive, unafraid and illimitably splendid.Â
And in this situation, it is a thing of absolute sublimity, the act of him inching forward and letting you touch him, feel your own creation the way he felt his. You want his number, you want to make him come. You want him to take you out and you want to show it off on your Instagram story, hiding everyone else from seeing it except for Namjoon. A devilish laughter pricks at your throat, desperate to be heard. You sense how heavy his cock must be, how strong, how hard. Itâs impossible for you to suck it as heâs not allowed to see your face, but you know the idea of it will haunt your daydreamsâ
He grasps a hold of your wrist, silencing your thoughts, and you hold your breath. He slides his grip down to your hand and he makes you squeeze him, his length, his balls. Your hole clenches, even your features scrunch up in need, and with your other hand you begin to help yourself, but he stops you.Â
Pins your hands down on the leather. Maneuvers to firmly grapple both of your wrists on top of your tummy and uses his free hand to push you forward a little bit. Your legs dangle out, uncomfortably, and heâs so attuned to you that he notices. Leads your leg to wrap around him, the other one two, and if it werenât for the mattress jutting out, you and him would be flush to each other.Â
Body to body.Â
He sucks in a breath at the first contact of his thumb and your clit. He must feel how swollen it is and he dips down to your hole, circling it there, gathering your arousal before he returns to that needy flesh, continuing his circles there. Slow, slow circles that make you writhe on the mat, the leather creaking. You lament that he canât attach his mouth to it, regret that you chose this option because of your foolish feelings, and despite the fact you thought your plan worked and Mr. Kim alleviated your anger, the emotion bursts within you.Â
Your muscles tense, your lips flatten in a tight line, your fists in his hold clench, and youâre angry. Angry, angry, angry. Hateful of your life, hateful of your body, of your heart. And in the middle of the explosion, you make a mistake.Â
You growl.Â
He stops his circles.Â
Time beats two times before youâre yanked out of the hole, your feet landing on the parquet floors with that familiar gentleness the man bears.Â
And the manâŚÂ
The man is no other but Kim Namjoon himself. The source, the epitome of your anger.Â
And you feel nothing. Your shock evens out through every fraction of your nerve endings, paralyzing you. Time ceases its beats hereâwhile you stare up at him and he stares down at you. Namjoon isnât seized by the shock like you are, though. He begins to laugh, darkly, hushedly, humorlessly. Slides his hands into the pockets of his pants and takes a step back.Â
Embeds life into time.Â
âI fucking knew it was you,â he rasps, that laughter melting into nothingness until the gravity of this situation spreads across this sinful room. Heavy, heavy energy. You should feel ashamed at this very moment, you should cover yourself up, but you donât. You donât do anything. âI read your safe word. I thought it was a coincidence, life making fun of me. And then, I saw your butterfly tattoo, but tattoos can lie to me and it was too good to be true. But that growl⌠that growl of yours canât lie to me. I know it like I know myself.â
Your growl was your response to his never-dying teasing. If he tickled you, nudged you, bugged you, the only way you would make it stop was by letting out that vexed noise of yoursâand it would work. Heâd laugh to himself and withdraw his hands.Â
You part your mouth, but you canât say anything. Your shock rises in you like a tidal wave that submerges in you and you drown.Â
Then, a perplexing song of a mockingbird breezing through the wind outside sounds out within the room, saying things your body is unable to.Â
Namjoon blinks, taken aback by your lack of retort. No words, no growls. Merely the song crooning along the spaciousness of the atmosphere. He licks his lips.Â
âWhy did you stop replying to my messages?â he asks, and you find it obscene that heâs inquiring about this when youâre all bare, trembling, and with your arousal dripping down your inner thighs. If anything, he should be asking you what youâre doing here, but itâs like the fact isnât news to him.Â
And what you donât know is that he pours life into you with his bizarreness.Â
Your first reaction is to scoff. Your second is to bash your fists against his chest, pushing him a step back. And Namjoon⌠he smirks. As if he succeeded in his planâpulling you out of your state of shock into a blooming garden of your emotions, where you can run, where you can scream and where you can inflict violence.Â
Where you can speak.Â
âWhy did I stop replying to your messages?â you throw it back at him, your voice rising in volume, and Namjoon straightens, delightfully watches you be full of life. âYou think you can share your life with me, take me on dates, pay for me and leave it at that? Turn your head when I try to kiss you? Do you think Iâm some kind of lady companionââ
âNo,â he interrupts, tilting his chin up, his dominance on full display with the deepness of his voice, the width of his shoulders and his powerful stance. You drip for him, but youâre as powerful as he is. Youâre equalâequally tangled up in the same sin. âYouâre my Lady Beetle, arenât you?âÂ
Your breath hitches, your nipples hardening, and your wetness is so, so uncomfortable, trickling down your flesh. And he provokes the pressure of your arousal in your core by that nickname, even more so when he lifts a finger and traces the freckles upon your right shoulder, the meaning behind that term of endearment, from his distance. Even more so when he sinks his fingers into the hair on the nape of your neck, uttering his following words.Â
âGet back inside the cubicle.âÂ
But youâre not obeying. You donât know his temper either, but you are getting yourself into trouble. And youâre not getting fucked until you know that he reciprocates your feelings.Â
And you know what to do.Â
âKiss me,â you murmur, crossing the distance, inching towards his face. Namjoon tilts his head down, his lips nearly brushing against yours, and thatâs all he does, nudging your anger. âKiss me, Namjoon, or Iâm walking out of this room.âÂ
He lets the tension simmer, unblinking, consuming your eyes from this close proximity. And when he opens his mouth, you think heâs about to kiss you, but youâre mistaken. Deadly, deadly mistaken.Â
âDid you come here to forget about me?â he whispers, inching even closer until your nipples graze against the soft material of his sweater, hums in question when you donât answer. Lifts your chin to make you look at him when your eyes stray away, your anger bubbling in you. He perceives the real you, always has, and you donât have to say a word. Only a person intertwined with your soul could be able to do this; why wonât he act on it?Â
âDid you come here to look for me?â you whisper back, pressing your torso against him until your breasts squish against his hard chest. His still hard manhood pokes you in your tummy, harder than it was when you touched him earlier, and wrap your arms around him, your hands traveling all across the width of his back until they wander down his loins, even lower to his buttocks.Â
He pants, but his voice is not affected by the whirlwind of his emotions. Delicious, delicious whirlwind.
âYes,â he says, firmly, flattening his lips and growling when you squeeze his butt. You enjoy those selfish touches so much that your grin illuminates the room, a ball of light amidst all this darkness. Your anger watches on, stunned. âWhat do you think? If I wanted to move on, I wouldnât have chosen a fucking glory hole out of all the options. Iâm not like you. I donât give up. Iâm patient.âÂ
âPatientâŚâ You taste those words on your tongue, dwelling on them. Theyâre bittersweet, and you stand in the middle of your decision whether you like them or not. âWhat are you waiting for?âÂ
He sighs, lifting his hands and digging his fingertips into your ribs, holding you to him. You mirror his movements, and you let out that strained breath of yours when he bends his head and places a singular, wet kiss onto the side of your neck.Â
You had asked him to kiss you, even though you didnât specify where, but you didnât expect your body to tingle this much and grow boneless in his unfailing hold. You cling to him with all your mightâthereâs nothing left for you to do.Â
Youâre his. Have been his since the moment you saw his watch.Â
And you canât believe you havenât noticed that Cartier adornment when you were ogling his manhood.Â
He brushes away a wispy strand of your hand before returning it back to its rightful place. âYou deserve the world and Iâm not there yet to give it to you. And youâre not gonna look for it elsewhere, Iâm not letting that happen. Iâm gonna give it to you.âÂ
Honesty is here at last, the explanation to his distance. You hide the fluttering joy that opens in your chest, but you do let him see the smile that begins to curve your lips. He likes you; you can live at peace now. No more anger, no more daydreams.Â
âKim Namjoon,â you breathe out, moving your hands to his sides. âIs that a promise I hear?âÂ
He nods, tilting his head to the side as his pupils grow large. âYes, thatâs a promise. The last relationship I was in fucked me up, but Iâm gonna get right, and I want you to hold onto that promise.âÂ
You hum. âWhat does that mean for us right now?âÂ
He smirks, that cheek cleft enchanting you all over again. âIf you want kisses, then kisses is what youâre gonna get.âÂ
Your smile lengthens until your cheeks hurt, heated. âI want kisses. Lots of kisses. On different places of my body, too.âÂ
Namjoon retreats back to your neck, peppering kisses along that column. You whimper, hands hurrying to undo the button of his pants, desperate and arbitrary. But with a disapproving noise, Namjoon stops your hasty movements. Pins your hands behind your back.
âPatience,â he whispers, gliding his lips across the kisses he left behind. Your skin prickles with goosebumps against him, your nipples so stiffened that they ache, and, most unfortunately, you moan softly in impatience. âYouâre gonna learn what true patience is, little beetle.âÂ
Color heats your cheeks and as you grin, you bite your bottom lip. âBe my teacher, Namjoon.âÂ
He chokes out a groan, dizzied by the idea, one that fades into your yelp when he unexpectedly turns you around and pushes your back against his chest, your arms long and criss-crossed behind you, hands flat against his cock.Â
Something tells you this lesson will be one of great difficulty for you. And of great pleasure.Â
Namjoon cups your jaw, swivels your head to face him a little. âWhere do you want those kisses?âÂ
Your quivering breath fans out across his big hand. âOn my nipples.âÂ
At your quick answer, he makes a sound of approval and with a feathery-light touch he sails his knuckles down the right side of your chest, from your collarbone down to the beginning of your supple breast, where he stops his voyage to study your reaction. As much as youâd die for his fingers to go a little lower, you keep your tremors in tact. Even your fingers remain obedient, relaxed in their position and not tempting his temper. You close your eyes, try your bestest to hold it while you wait it out, and your slick by now creates a pool between your feet. Namjoonâs cock twitches at your goodness and he sighs a little praise into your ear, just for you to hear. It roots deeply in your gut, where it stirs the butterflies that are painted in the color of his eyes.Â
His knuckles descend lower and lower, stop at the apex of your nipple, and the nearness is enough for you to stoop in your desperation.Â
Something you shouldnât have done.
Namjoon slaps that pointy flesh, coaxing such a filthy moan out of you that it reverberates through the room. The harshness, intertwined with the swift stimulation of your nipples spreads a buzzing sensation down your body, settling in your aching clit, and the loud noise you let out echoes in small whimpers, wordless pleas for more. He becomes harder in your hands, as if he could translate them, and the temptation croons at you again, telling you to squeeze him. This time, you canât really hold back. This time, you want him to do it again.
On the other breast.Â
You squeeze him, the weight of his cock an inexplicable experience that drives you to a point of carnal madness. You slide your palms along that thick length and the way heâs quiet, unspeaking, unbreathing, puzzles you and alarms you simultaneously.Â
You look behind you. Catch his features screwed up in such pleasure that you whimper again, announcing that youâve seen him in his weakest. And Namjoon is brought back into his teacher mode. He allowed himself that fraction of time for his own pleasure, perhaps for yours, too, and youâve never discovered something so imposing.Â
Your sexuality and his, interwoven, a thing of glory more magnificent than this playhouse itself.Â
âLittle beetle, youâre just so naughty, arenât you?â he rasps into your ear, pressing you against him with both of his arms wrapped around your chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. He kneads your breasts hard before he slaps them, both at the same time, and you make such a mess. âSo impatient, so desperate to touch and be touched. What am I gonna do with you? Can you even learn, hm?âÂ
Knead. Slap. Namjoon tweaks your nipples, circles them with his fingers, filling your body with such pleasure that your knees nearly give out on you. And he holds you to him by your neck, a firm grip that conveys to you that from now on, he wonât be very nice.Â
And you donât really mind.Â
âGet back inside the cubicle so I can deal with you accordingly,â he mutters his order, tracing the shell of your ear with his puffy lips before he latches onto your earlobe, sucking it into his mouth briefly, making you cry out. âDo you know what happens to girls who canât be helped?âÂ
Your voice is strained, impossible to use. âNo.âÂ
âThey get spanked and fucked so hard that they forget who they are,â he reveals, sailing his hands back down your body, flicking your nipples on the way, before his palms anchor at the V-shape of your private parts. He plays with your folds, stimulating your clit in that way without touching it. You grind your hips into his movements, seeking more, but he slaps your pussy for it, halting you. âThatâs the only way they get salvaged.âÂ
And then he lets go of you. And the look he gives you is so lecherous, so dirty that your legs are jelly as you scurry to the end of the glory hole cubicle, thinking that this entire moment is speckled with glory that will haunt you for the rest of your days.Â
You get back into position, your legs dangling out, and Namjoon repeats his voyage. Sails, sails down your tummy before anchoring at the mound of your cunt, but this time he doesnât gratify you with any delight. He continues down your wet thighs and, abruptly, he turns you over, pushing you forward so your bum shows fully, your tippy toes touching the floor.
The tassels are warm and saturated with the dew of your arousal, tickling the small of your back.Â
âNow listen to me,â he says, his fingers wandering all around your flesh, but not where you want him the most. âIâm not Namjoon at this moment. Iâm not your teacher. In your mind, youâre gonna go back to who you thought I was before I showed myself to you. Mr. Kim. And youâre gonna address me as so, do you understand?âÂ
Your brows furrow and you curve your body to the side in question, not understanding this sudden change of the play. You may have wanted this fictional Mr. Kim more than you wanted Namjoon but that was before you found out that he felt the same way as you.Â
âWhy?âÂ
He massages the round, graceful cheeks of your bum, propelling you to rest your torso flat on the mat, comfortably. âBecause you deserve it. Because your Namjoon isnât where heâs supposed to be yet. So Iâm not fucking you as Namjoon, Iâm fucking you as Mr. Kim. This is the only time youâre getting fucked before I get right, so I suggest you enjoy every second.â
You gasp at his words, but your hole reacts first before you do, opening and closing all for his eyes to seeâand they do. And he likes the view so much that he takes his thumb and perseverates the brief motion, your center coating his digit in sopping wetness. Your hips follow him and this time, he lets you. He gives you a moment to comprehend your future full of pure possibilities and kisses and you detect in your soul no disapproval. Because youâre rewarded with his heart in the end, itâs worth it.Â
His heart is one of gold, one that wonât perish.Â
Youâve seen it in the way he treated your mother, in the way he would stop his teasing when you had enough. In the respect he has towards you because he isnât ready for a relationship. In the promise he gave you, even though that gold is scratched.Â
You love him, and because of that you shall play his game.Â
âYes, Mr. Kim.âÂ
He kisses the fleshiest part of your bum, wetly, humming into your skinâanother reward.Â
âThatâs a good girl,â he praises, nibbling the place he gave love to. âTry staying one.âÂ
You mewl, grinding into his face, desirous for a release. âYes, sir.âÂ
He draws back and chuckles. âLook at you, so good all of a sudden when youâre all spread for me. Youâre still getting spanked, little girl.âÂ
You whine, pretending that you donât like what awaits you, when in reality you canât wait. âCan I get another kisses after?âÂ
His laughter roars through the room. âWhere do you want them?âÂ
âOn my pussy, Mr. Kim.âÂ
He growls, swearing, his hands nowhere to be found on your body. âYouâll get lots of kisses on your pussy if you take these spanks well. Can you count them down for me?âÂ
You nod, but you quickly realize that he canât see you. Your dusky world pirouettes and youâve tumbled into a state of haziness, needing his firm hand, his dependable stability. âYeah, I can.âÂ
Namjoon coos, his palm back on your bum, fondling it. âGood. Do you remember your safe word? Youâre still getting those kisses if you use it, darling.âÂ
You dissolve into the leather, your body limp, but you do remember the magic word of utmost adoration. âBeetle.âÂ
A kiss on your flesh. âThatâs it. Perfect. Does someone you know call you by that nickname?â he asks and you giggle, the comfort and the safety of the moment almost lulling you to sleep. âFrom ten, little beetle.âÂ
And he rouses you from your sleepiness by landing a sharp spank on the cheek that he made so tender. The pain is so acute, so good that you almost forget to utter out the number, swimming in the sensation as you are, but Mr. Kim isnât upset by it. No, he helps you.Â
âWhat number was that?âÂ
âTen.âÂ
âTen, thatâs right. Youâre doing so good.âÂ
Mr. Kimâs kindness enters you all over again, liquifies between your legs, and you moan out. The following sting of his palm is greater than the previous one and your chest arches off the leather, but you like it. Even though he doesnât alleviate the spank, lets only the air make it better, you still like itâso much that you donât make a mistake and count it down.Â
âNine.âÂ
And he repeats it after you, spanking you again and again until the skin of your left cheek is inflamed, burning red, and the perception of the pricks is too much for you to handle. But taking after him, you donât give up. Grit your jaw, flex your fists, scream out the numbers until you reach one and that side of your bum feels numb.Â
And Mr. Kim praises you for it so lasciviously that you can only whine in response, your little noises muffled by the leather.Â
âGood girl. You took your punishment so well. Your ass is so prettily red, oh my God. Youâre gonna get those kisses now. So, so many of them until you come all over my tongue. Spread your legs even more for me.â
You do as he says, mind blank, and you hear the thud of his knees hitting the floor. That alone makes you drool, the sound of his submission, let alone his satisfied groan when he attaches his mouth to your pussy lips.
And you canât voice out the surplus of your emotions, the unrestrained joy that you feel because youâre being eaten out by a man that you love, but because of their boisterous nature, they come out nonetheless. Out of your tear ducts, out of the corner of your mouth in the form of drool and little muted noises that are impossible for anyone to hear but you. And you fail him. You canât imagine a fictional person sucking on your clit like that, that feels as though your soul is being yanked out of you like you were so many times upon this night. No, only Namjoon can do this to youâand so, privately, you bask in it. In Namjoonâs tongue swirling circles on your clit; in Namjoonâs lips sucking them so hard that you lose track of time, surroundings and your own being. In Namjoonâs hands shaking your bum in his face; in his fingers rubbing rapid side-to-side motions on your wet clit from the front when he fucks you with his tongue from the back.Â
Youâre transported to a place that is neither heaven nor paradise. A place he, himself, must have brought into existence by the energy of his utter devotion for you. And you make it real when you comeâsprinkle him with the fountain of your essence that contains the molecules of the universe he created for you. And you float, you float, you float. And he seizes the gravity by praising you for squirting for him, for coming so well and making the best of your so-deserved kisses.Â
And then his pants flop to the floor, his sweaterâuntil the only things heâs wearing are his watch, his bracelet and his affection for you. You turn your body halfway so you can see him, the wholeness of his manliness that is aching for you, dripping for you like youâre dripping for him, and his cock is so hard that it points up to his abdomen. Youâve never seen anything like this before and you grow so savagely hungry for it that you begin to suck on your index finger.
Purposefully loudly, smacking your mouth.Â
Namjoon chuckles, darkly, and the warmth of that expression of his pulsates in you. âOh, youâll be sucking on this cock, too, donât you worry, my beetle. I just need to feel your pussy around me.âÂ
Oh, the slip-up. He feels this on the same wavelength as youâno Mr. Kim, no anonymity. Only Namjoon and you. If you were unsure of his feelings before, you canât be unsure now. The universe he created palpitates around you and youâre so drunk on all of this new knowledge that when he buries himself inside your heat, you canât let him in. Your walls are compressing so tightly with your still-yet growing arousal that you clamp down on him, but at the sound of his torturous moans, you suck him in.Â
And he doesnât go easy on you.Â
With his hard, hard, and long shaft he begins to fuck you, violently. He rams into you without any mercy, lifting your leg onto the mat and entering you more deeply, curling his hips to kiss and kiss your cervix again and again. His strokes are reverberated throughout your whole bodyâyour nipples rub against the leather, your head rocks against it in a way that turns you feral, you gag on your finger, your clit is teased with those relentless pounds. Youâre helpless, but also boundless, being fucked like that, and you realize, with your dumb, blank and empty brain, that youâre extensively getting your best friendâs moneyâs worth.Â
And Namjoon elevates your experience.Â
He reaches through the hole and roughly captures your hair in his fist, popping your finger out of your mouth. Decides itâs not enough, decides youâve had enough of the hole time and he pulls you out, all while still being inside of you. Straightens you against him, grasps your jaw while his other hand slips down to your clit.Â
And the side-to-side motions are brutal. Mean. So dominant in the way he keeps the contact light, barely stimulating you, but stimulating you, regardless.Â
âYou think you can gag on your little finger and that it does nothing to me?â he scolds, pinching your clit, and your growl is scratchy, raspy, so fucked out. Heâs reprimanding you, but his words donât reflect his actions. Namjoon kisses you everywhere he can reach. Ear, cheek, jaw, neck. So frantically, so impatiently. âHave you learned nothing?âÂ
You pant, your orgasm so awfully close from being bound but unbound at the same time, fucked slowly and torturously as Namjoon begins to move, grinding against you. But he has to stopâbecause if he doesnât, youâre gonna come all over his cock, right in the center of this room. Heâs teasing your build-up, just like you imagined he would, letting it rise and letting it fall in short intervals.Â
But he has pity on you, stemming from his affection. A cold, cold pity that you need for the heat rippling through you.Â
âGet on the bed. On your knees.âÂ
He pulls himself out of you and urges you forwardâtowards the hanging bed. And you donât care to ponder if it will move under your weight. All you can think about is his dick as you crawl onto that bed that does not wobble at all, but remains perfectly offset. You sit back on your folded legs and wait for himâwatch him take those leisurely, effortless steps like he did at the start of this evening. Only this time, you get to see it with your eyes. His tall height, his swaying shoulders, flat abdomen and that hard cock, glistening with your slick. Carmine, aching.Â
You lick your lips. Prop yourself on your knuckles in front of you, back arched. Realize he kissed you everywhere, but on your mouth. And so you poutâand you make puppy eyes at him.Â
He smooths down a flyaway on your sweaty hairline, endeared. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âYou havenât kissed me on the lips.âÂ
Namjoon smiles down at you, dejectedly. Curls your hair behind your ear, grabs you by the back of your neck, calls to attention all the butterflies in your tummy. âIâm sorry.âÂ
And he captures your mouth. As Namjoon, as a golden-hearted man that longs to give you the world, and you can vividly feel it. Mr. Kim doesnât exist anymore and Namjoon seals that fact in when he prods his tongue inside, toying with yours before retreating back, moaning into the kiss.Â
A kiss that was more than a kiss.Â
And you have to kiss him again when he takes a moment to breathe. You have to devour him, clasp your hand around his wet cock as you do soâand Namjoon has to push your head down, fucking your mouth until your tears freely escape from all directions. He grips your hair tight, holds you to him from the side, plunging in and out of your throat however he pleases, your gagging noises encouraging him to possess every inch of you. Your mascara zigzags down your face in clumpsâand once Namjoonâs pity flickers in him all over again, he lifts you and kisses you so nastily that you fade into nothingness.Â
Then, youâre on your back and he pounds that nothingness. Uses your thighs as leverage as youâre just laying there, a hole and nothing else. Perhaps the cubicle changed your life to such an extent that youâve become it. You shall never forget itâeven now it is scattered all across your vision as youâre fucked into oblivion, the skin-slapping sounds and your pussy squelching around him accompanying your memory of the dark wood, the fairy lights, the restraints you never used.
The sex was too personal, too intimate for you to do so. Even before you discovered that Mr. Kim was Namjoon. Your body recognized his, your mind too blind, too preoccupied with your anger that is now healed.Â
As if Namjoon could read your thoughts, he pumps into you with a hard thrust, eternalizing it.Â
âFocus on me,â he growls and you squeak, hiccuping into every movement. It feels as though heâs blocking your throat with how deeply heâs ravaging you and you can only nod.Â
You can only moan his name.Â
âNamjoon. Yes, yes, yesâoh, Namjoon.âÂ
He laughs, that articulation of his joy abating in your mouth as he bends to kiss you, fully buried in you. And then he pulls out, presses his heavy cock on your cunt, lifts your head by grabbing your hair, consuming your mouth as if you were everything he ever lacked in his life.Â
âGrind your pussy on it, itâs yours, my little beetle.âÂ
You whine, pucker your mouth against his, spinning your hips in circles, his cock so wet and so sticky from your happy juices.Â
âJoonie, Joonie bug.âÂ
He closes his eyes, moaning all in your face, the principle of you softening and connecting his persona to yours absolutely ruining him. He tightens his grip on your hair, sinks himself inside you with his other hand and then sticks those soaked fingers inside your mouth. All four of them, gagging you.Â
âLittle beetle and big Joonie bug, hm. How do we taste?â His tone is so low that it penetrates your skin, paralyzing your senses until only one remains. Until all you know is the bitter-sweetness of his precum and the tanginess of your slick. And he doesnât draw his fingers back, he continues to control your gags until he paints your face in another set of pretty black tears. âTell me. How do we taste?âÂ
You growl around him, the sound he knows, and he pounds you for it, a thrust that hurts but feels good at the same time. You suck on his fingers, a trail of your drool trickling down from your connection, and Namjoon grunts. Slides his fingers out of your mouth and places them right on your clit.Â
Rapid, rapid rubs. And equally rapid strokes.Â
âCome,â he orders, and itâs like he flicked his fingers and made your body come. You didnât have to do a thing. âGood. Finally. It feels so good, doesnât it? Coming around my cock after all this time. Joonie bug is right there with you. Just a little bit more.âÂ
Heâs given life to your orgasm by his words. A storm erupts, clearing out everything negative that was ever seeped throughout your soul. Your body quakes, submitted to him through and through, at his disposal to make himself comeâuntil your orgasm is so milky that you canât see. Your vision is dotted with white, with tiny glazing stars that must be hung up in the sky just like this bed. And Namjoon brings you to him, lips to lips, needing you as he fucks you through your mutual release, and those stars splotch him with their dust.Â
You squirt all over him, for the second time around. And you donât stop, the twitching of his cock, the warmth of his cum as he keeps stuffing you full of it, the unfaltering hardness of his thick shaft roll in your tiny orgasms, those little fountains of boundless pleasure that drench him, give him the likeness of those stars. Heâs turned on your squirting ability and thereâs no way back. No, no way back.Â
Namjoon is exhausted as he pulls outâand you already feel so empty, so lonely. His cum streams out of you, staining the bed, and it saddens you so much that you reach into your heat to collect it, plunging your fingers into your mouth, eating him. And you moan, at his male taste, for the last time.Â
âFuck, donât do that. I canât go again.â He wipes down his face, a gleaming man that has your entire identity woven into his veins that run all across his arms, and you love him. You love him so drastically that you canât get on your feet on your own, canât make a decision of your own, canât live without him.Â
He fucked you so well that he attached you to himself.Â
A wave of strange emotions engulf you.Â
âNamjoon,â you whimper, tears burning each corner of your eyes, and you donât know what to do, you donât know what is happening. He lifts his head, round eyes blinking, and heâs so quick to cradle you into his arms, letting you cling to him, letting you wrap your legs around his torso like a baby. And thatâs precisely how you feelâlike a baby.Â
âTalk to me,â he encourages, caressing your back in circles, and you moor your face in his neck, inhaling his individual bodily scent. So masculine, so heady, so intoxicating. You sob, running your fingers through his misty, blond-streaked hair, needing to be even closer to him than is physically possible.Â
Namjoon shushes you, kissing your shoulder, giving you the strength to speak, giving you the identification of what youâre feeling.Â
âThis was so intense,â you croak out and Namjoon hums, halting his touch to focus on you wholly. âEmotionally. I feel much closer to you. Too close.âÂ
And heâs not running out of things to give you. He gives you kisses on your neck that bear no sexual contextâromantic, reassuring kisses that ease up your muscles, that part the raging thunder of your emotions. And he gives you such comfort that you feel as though youâre floating upon an open body of water, as free as a human being can be.Â
âWhat we did was intense but it was right. What youâre feeling is normal. Iâm feeling it, too. Weâve been hiding our feelings for so long and we let them out just now, so itâs overwhelming. Itâs okay. Youâre good. Such a good girl, my good little lady beetle, tiniest girl beetle in the whole universe. I will protect you from the other bugs. Letâs get this make-up off, hm?âÂ
You nod, sob and laugh softly at that solace. Namjoon carries you into the shower. Lets the cold water streak down on you while you shield yourself from it, nearly slipping off his grasp. Namjoon chuckles, hoisting you higher, taking a step back to wash you completely clean. You scream and his chuckle deepens, getting you away from the iciness by pressing you against the tiles.Â
He truly wonât stop teasing you.Â
The water turns warm by the time he fetches the make-up remover. Pouring some on a large cotton pad, he cleanses the remnant of your sex tears, the physical memory of how good he fucked you and how he bound your soul to his. Heâs careful around your eyes, focusing so intently that his lip is caged between his teeth. Once heâs finished, he kisses youâwith Mr. Kimâs gentleness.Â
Washes you clean, especially thoroughly between your legs. Embraces you in the shower and lets you feelâcreates a safe space for your feelings.Â
And then heâs dressing you in the clothes you came here in. A dark green dress that ends at your ankles. He makes sure to kiss your butterfly tattoo as he smooths down the skirt and you think youâre ready to marry him.Â
You want to meet his mother. Not now, not after what youâve done together. But someday soon. And you want your mother to meet his.Â
âI need a cigarette,â you comment as heâs scrunching your hair with a towel. He himself has changed into a pair of clean black dress pants and a plain white shirt, almost oversized. An outfit that made your mouth water. âLike right now. And at least two.âÂ
He huffs out a laugh. âYou can smoke on the balcony. Iâll have one with you. Do you want a drink?âÂ
Your eyes light up. Your whole body, too.Â
Placing a bathrobe around your shoulder, he gently slaps your butt and guides you forward to the balcony. He grabs that bottle of red wine you had opened and joins you.
Two chairs, one small round table in the middle. The view of the entire Seoul city and a fucking statue in the corner of the balcony.Â
A beautiful girl, half dressed. The fabric of her forever garment falls off her chest and youâve never seen a more spectacular sculpture in your life. You enkindle your cigarette and touch her cool face, feel yourself immersed in her seductive beauty. One day you shall be just like herâonce Namjoon comes to collect you. Not a doll, but a girl.Â
âTake a picture of me,â you say, getting into position, only to realize that Namjoon has been snapping pictures of you while you were acknowledging yourself with the statue. With a cigarette hanging limply in the corner of his mouth.Â
You canât love him any deeper.Â
You pose with her. Mirror her body language, even shake off your bathrobe and let your straps fall off your body like her. Private pictures just for him and for youâa reminder for what awaits you.Â
A future full of pure possibilities. And sex, lots of and lots of sex.Â
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Mommy Issues (Seonghwea Smut MDNI)
Summary: What happens when you're cuddling your boyfriend and without thinking, you make a comment about another member of Ateez?
There is just filth under the cut, so MDNI brb I'm gonna go dunk myself in Holy Water
In hindsight, you never shouldâve challenged your boyfriend like this. But god damn it was it fun.
All because of a damn TikTok. That cursed app got you in trouble so much, but whatâs life without a little risk?
Nothing at the start of the evening was out of the norm after Seonghwa got off tour, cuddles while he played Animal Crossing and you doom scrolled TikTok.
Not remembering that you werenât alone after months of that being the case, you spoke without thinking.
âDamn, those poor San stans, fuck!â You couldnât help the blush that crawled up your cheeks at seeing your boyfriendâs friend get chained up before Wake Up.
âCome again?â Said boyfriend asked, a brow risen above his glasses.
âNothing baby,â You patted his head, hoping it would help him forget the words that left your lips moments ago.
Spoiler alert, it didnât.
âNo, what did you just say kitten?â You gulped at the tone Seonghwa used. It was the one that he used when he meant business. And if that didnât give it away, the use of the word kitten definitely made it crystal clear.
You shook your head, not wanting to awaken the possessive side of your boyfriend.Â
In the blink of an eye, he flipped you two so he was on top of you, your hands pinned above your head by one of his large hands.
âI think my kitten is being naughty. What do we do when sheâs being naughty?â
âPunish her,â You mumbled, not wanting him to hear you.
âIâm sorry, speak up, I couldnât hear you,â You shook your head. He grasped your chin in his other large hand.
âI said speak up,â His voice deepened as he slipped into his more dominant persona. The one that made you shake and cry for him either to stop or keep going.
âI donât wanna,â You whimpered.
âWhy not?â He demanded.
âBcause,â
âBecause why?â
âI donât wanna get punished,â You finally gave him what he wanted. So he had heard you right. And from the look in his hard almost black eyes, he had your punishment picked out.
âPick a number over 5,â
âEight,â He smiled a little, knowing why you picked that number. He sat you on his lap. His eyes tracking you like a panther waiting for his prey to enter the trap.
âBend over Kitten,â You obeyed, resting your belly on your boyfriendâs lap with your ass in the air.
âGood girl,â He purred before ripping your lounge pants down your legs, knowing full well that you werenât wearing panties since you two were originally winding down for bed after your shower together.
âCount for me,â You nodded.
Smack
â1,â Your voice was clear in his ears, despite the handprint that was starting to become visible.
Smack
â2,â
Smack
â3,â Your voice started to waver a bit as you felt his large hand start to sting.
Smack
â4,â It started to burn now, making a tear leave your eyes.
âYouâre halfway there baby girl,â He switched hands as his first hand started to now sting from spanking you as hard as he could.
Smack
â5,â
Smack
â6,â Your voice wavered as the smacks started to reverberate and spread to the place you now needed him the most.
Smack
â7,â
âYou can take one more. This is your punishment, not mine. And you picked the number, not me,â
Smack
â8,â
âGood girl,â He slowly started to massage your now cherry red ass.
âYou might as well ride me, Kitten. Since you canât lay back,â He leaned back, patting his lap, where his cock was strained against his gray sweats.
You swung your legs to straddle him, determined to mess with his head and drive him insane.
âGotta get rid of these,â
âWhoâs the boss here, you or me? Huh? Who was the one being a little slut on TikTok. Looking at someone other than me,â He punctuated every sentence with a roll of his hips, the friction on your bare core making your head swim.Â
âYou, and I was the bad one,â You whimpered.
âYes, you were being a bad girl kitten. Now for your punishment,â
âYou spanked me! Wasnât that punishment?â
âThat was only part of it. Nowâs when the punishment really begins.Youâre not allowed to cum until I say so,â
âOkay but no using your tongue. Thatâs not punishment, thatâs torture,â he grasped your chin in one of his large hands again, forcing you to lok him in the eyes.
âFirst off, who made you think you were in charge of your own punishment? And secondly, who said anything about eating that pretty pussy? But now that you mention it,â he got a devious smirk over his plump lips.
Oh shit!
âIf it keeps your eyes from wandering, whatâs pleasure without a little suffering? Plus Iâm starving,â he growled as he threw you onto the bed, crawling up your body, lapping at your legs. As he got to your thighs, he started to suck harder, even biting a bit. At least enough to give you that sweet mix of pain and pleasure that you oh so craved while he was on tour. You moaned as he inched closer and closer to your heat.
Nothing compared to how your boyfriend ate you out, knowing exactly what areas to put more pressure on than others in order to send you to the heavens. Your hands flew to his hair, wrapping it tightly in your face, making a moan leave Seonghwaâs puffy pink lips.
The moans from him caused a vibration to rub on your pearl, making your own moan rip through the air, and your back to arch.
You were only stopped from him putting one of his large hands on your stomach to keep you still. When he introduced his long dexterous fingers to the mix, you felt like you couldnât breathe. Without warning, he stood up, stripping off his own lounge pants.
âI want to feel you cum on me,â He explained before entrapping your lips in a heated kiss. One where he dominated, and you let him. Seeing as you trying to avoid it was what got you partially in this predicament in the first place.
In record timing, he had his pants down, his cock springing free: red and angry from being hard for so long without release. As quick as he was off you, he was back on you, slipping into your damp heat.
With how long he was on tour, you had to take a second to reacquaint yourself with how big he was.
âFuck Kitten! Youâre so tight. Iâm almost afraid to move. Almost,â he smirked before pulling your lips into another kiss and rocking his hips. You had to grasp his hair in your hands. You needed to pull on something, and your boyfriendâs silky jet black locks worked perfectly.
âI can tell youâre close Kitten. Cum for me,â He ordered and it was like you were pulled down in the tidal wave of pleasure at his words, not realizing how much you both needed this.
âAtta girl, Just keep listening to me Kitten,â He acted as your lifeboat in the tidal wave, keeping you grounded to your body.
âF-Fuck!â He hissed before you could finally make out his contorted features as he let his own pleasure fill him before filling you to the brim.
Once you both were back on Earth, the first thing Hwa saw was you running your fingers through his silky locks.
âI love you,â You whispered as his eyes fluttered and he could slowly piece together all of your features. The sex hair leading to the look of bliss in your eyes, and finally, all of the hickeys he left on your skin.
You attempted to stand to get water for both of you and some baby wipes to clean up. Except your legs werenât cooperating.
âDamn Hwa, I donât think Iâm gonna be able to walk for a bit,â You giggled and he chuckled, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.
âIâve got you Kitten,â He told you before throwing a robe on and getting the recoup items.
âItâll make you think twice about looking at San, right?â He chuckled, handing you the water bottle.
âI donât know, seeing you get all possessive was kinda fucking hot,â
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The Lost Haven (16/16)
[ modern mafia ⢠Aemond x niece â˘female ]
[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, dirty talk, smut, the angst, murder, character death, miscarriage and the trauma associated with it, panic attack, mafia stuff, brutal violence, uncomfortable conversations, bad, bad things ]
[ description: The vacation from eight years ago still haunts his memories and doesnât let him forget what happened between him and his niece, the daughter of his sister and Harwin Strong. Their paths separate and he immerses himself in his fatherâs mafia world until the day she calls him for the first time since those events. Sexual tension, dark, dangerous, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]
Authorâs note: As promised, this is another, this time official modern version of The Fall from the Heavens. In this version, Daemon is not related to the family, but is simply Rhaenyraâs husband and the leader of the second gang, Alys and Larys are also not related to each other, but Larys is Harwinâs brother. I will partly refer to the original series, hiding some easter eggs, and some will be a completely new, fresh plot. As in every universe, only Aemond calls her Rhaenys and this is not her real name (she is unnamed character and the others also do not know that he calls her that). There will be a lot more brutality and angst in this version, so watch out. You can read this as a standalone story.
Series & Characters Moodboard Aemond & Rhaenys Moodboard
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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She was pregnant.
Although, according to all moral and social norms, she should have been crying in despair, she was happy: touching her belly with her hand, she felt nothing but love for this little being that was slowly growing inside her.
The fruit of their warm, deep, sincere affection.
The knowledge that she was not alone helped her when it was time for her to meet the staff for whom she was to be responsible from now on. Aemond insisted on being with her, fearing for some reason for her and the baby, she, however, knew that this was something she had to do alone.
Their stares when she walked into the VIP room in which she had ordered the meeting told her everything â grown men and women who looked as if they had seen far too much in their lives watched her in disbelief.
She knew they thought with disapproval that she was just a little girl, a whore who had been given this place as a gift by their boss that she wouldn't know what to do with, pestering them with her stupid bullshit.
She sat down in one of the empty armchairs, a few people lit cigarettes and grunted, other than that, complete silence all around her.
"I know what you're thinking and you're right. The fact that I have taken over these premises is a form of security for me. In true, not only for me, but also for you. Aemond will stop the flow of drugs through these and two other places that used to belong to my father. I have no intention of changing managers or leadership, quite the contrary â I want to talk to you about what you need. I want this to be a clean, legitimate business that is profitable. No drastic changes." She said, looking at them expectantly, feeling her heart pounding like crazy.
A few people twisted in their seats, others looked at each other.
Silence.
Obviously they didn't trust her.
"Think whatever you want about me. It doesn't matter. Know, however, that my stepfather no longer threatens you, and Aemond will still protect this place. All I ask for is loyalty. If there is a problem with something, come to me with it, not to my uncle, or he will be furious. Now get back to work, I want to stay with the manager." She said calmly.
All but one man who could easily be her father got up from their seats and walked out, leaving them alone.
"This is not a toy you can just pick up and have." He said finally, firing up the lighter, leaning over the flame with his cigarette.
"I don't see it as a toy. We can all gain something if we accept each other. Would you rather keep wallowing in this shit and selling ecstasy to young kids? Don't you have children of your own?" She asked coolly, and the man snorted under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk.
"I do. Three. Two sons and a daughter. Each of them works here. The sons as security guards and the daughter behind the bar." He said dryly and she swallowed hard, feeling the cold sweat on her back.
Fuck.
Had she just insulted him?
"You let your own kids do drugs? Do you want them to be arrested with you if the police come by here, as part of family integration?" She asked, and he sighed heavily, taking a loud drag on his cigarette.
"I didn't say that." He replied, letting the smoke out through his mouth.
"And I don't want that either. Help me protect you." She insisted, and he looked at her finally, as if he had made up his mind.
"You're just like your father."
She exhaled loudly, in an involuntary reflex she'd been holding back for the last few hours touching her lower abdomen as soon as the car door closed behind her.
"And how was it? Everything okay?" Her uncle asked, immediately grasping her hand in his, looking at her expectantly, tense.
"They are difficult people. Difficult, but tired. They don't want problems. They get used to it." She said quietly, exhausted and sleepy.
She looked at him, a worry in his eyes but also a tenderness from which she felt warm in her heart.
"Take me home."
The road to the sea was getting terribly long, perhaps because once in a while she felt an unpleasant twinge in her stomach, indicative of what was about to happen.
"â no â no, stop the car, stop the car â" She muttered, and he immediately pulled over to the side of the road â she only managed to open the door before she vomited on the grass, panting heavily.
"â oh, baby â why don't you lie down in the back seat? â you'll be more comfortable â" She heard his voice, his broad hand stroking her back.
Ever since they'd found out they were going to be parents he'd been so tender, so good, so sweet.
Exactly like he had been back then.
"â okay â" She mumbled and swallowed hard, wiping her mouth with her handkerchief. She unbuckled her seatbelt, climbed out and opened the door in the back, laying down on both passenger seats, closing her eyes.
"â sleep, little one â I'll drive slowly â we're not in any hurry â" He said, looking at her in the rear view mirror, and she nodded.
She flinched when she felt the car finally stop â she heard someone open the door, the fresh air and his familiar hands enveloped her, lifting her up, and she clung to him like a small child. He carried her into the house, to a room that belonged to him, where they had set up their makeshift bedroom for the time of renovation.
She felt him lay her gently on the bed, taking his place beside her a moment later, embracing her from behind.
"â you're tiring your mummy terribly â" He whispered, stroking her belly with lazy, calm motions of his hand. "â you need to let her rest â"
She smiled, allowing herself to fall asleep again, this time in his embrace. Her uncle often addressed their child as if the baby could already understand him â he was making a connection this way, realising that he was really going to become a father.
He was involved in everything about preparing for the arrival of their child into the world â they decided to dedicate the room she slept in that summer holiday to their future offspring and repainted it together, sticking cute glow-in-the-dark stickers on the walls in the shape of various planets and stars.
With some things, they had to wait because they didn't know if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl.
"It cost me a lot of money, but I made it. I have written permission from the Archbishop. Rhaenys, we can marry." He said to her one morning, holding a piece of paper in front of him that was to change their lives.
A dispensation for a church wedding.
"We need witnesses." She muttered, gripping his hand in hers. Her uncle nodded, as if he knew she'd said it.
"I know, Helaena agreed. I didn't want to decide about another person for you." He said, and she smiled, feeling grateful.
He became more open, more affectionate, always thinking of her and her needs too.
She knew who she wanted by her side.
"I know I'm asking a lot and that I'm not entitled to it. I know your father will be furious if you say yes, but⌠you have always been close to my heart. You didn't judge me. I wish I had you with me on this day." She mouthed in a breaking voice, standing alone in the bathroom with her phone pressed to her ear, wiping her face wet with tears.
She heard Baela swallow hard, shocked by her words.
For a long moment, they were both silent.
"â I â God â I've always felt you were in pain â only now I know why and I'm sorry you've been alone with this for so long â I don't want you to not have your bridesmaid on your wedding day â just tell me when and where â" She muttered and she burst out into a quiet sob, feeling relieved.
"â forgive me â forgive me for being such a disgusting person â" She choked out, whooping, feeling that she had finally described herself truly.
She had fucked her own uncle and was going to have a baby with him.
She was sick.
Baela drew in a loud breath.
"â stop â if he was your own birth brother, it would be much, much worse â on the positive side, he's actually only half your uncle â" She said, and for some reason she burst out laughing.
God.
"â right â it's a good thing I didn't choose Jace â" She mumbled, and Baela snorted.
"â exactly â let's stick to that â" She said.
"â it would be funny if the police burst into the church and arrested us â" She sneered, fiddling with the soft towel hanging on the rack, imagining commandos with guns ordering them to fall to the ground.
"â for what? â for drug dealing or for incest? â" Baela scoffed, and she giggled under her breath.
"â for everything â the list of crimes is long â" She said with a smile, for some reason feeling lighter.
It was the first time she had ever talked to someone about it completely honestly.
She shuddered when she heard a loud knock on the door.
"Rhaenys? Are you all right?" She heard his concerned voice.
Ever since he had found her in the bath then, he had been afraid if she stayed in the bathroom too long.
"Yes. I'm talking to Baela. She agreed." She called out to him.
"That's great." He said with sincere relief, as if he was afraid she would suffer another disappointment and rejection from her family.
They hadn't planned to invite any guests to the event, have a dinner together or anything of the sort â they knew that most of their family felt there was nothing to celebrate, and for them, as it wasn't a state wedding, it only had symbolic significance.
Helaena helped her choose the right dress â she wanted to look special that day, because even though their nuptials were going to be bittersweet, she was, in the eyes of God, going to be his wife.
"â oh â look â this one is lovely â" Helaena hummed, taking from the rack a long, white gown with a cut-out back and lace at the neckline and the ends of the delicate, long sleeves.
"â you're right â it would match the flowers in my hair â" She said, in her perfect image of herself that day wishing she had daisies woven into her curls.
Helaena dropped her off in the car at a shop near their house and they said their goodbyes â she needed nothing so much as a walk and some fresh air, however, she wanted to cook them dinner too, knowing that her fiancĂŠ would be back late.
Since he had started telling her about his affairs, what he needed to do and where he needed to go, she felt calmer and his absence no longer frightened her so much.
Besides, he wasn't leaving her alone anymore, she thought, touching her stomach happily, looking curiously at the shelves full of different kinds of pasta, searching for the perfect one for spaghetti.
She shuddered, having the feeling that someone had rubbed against her by accident, but then she felt that person holding something against her back.
"Be quiet and leave the shop slowly." She heard a cold, unfamiliar voice behind her and froze, feeling her heart leap up into her throat, a cold sweat on her back.
She looked to the side, wondering if she should scream, if anyone would help her, not knowing if this man held a gun or a knife against her body.
"Don't try anything or I'll butcher you like a pig." He said, as if he was reading her mind, and she swallowed hard, feeling burning tears of terror under her eyelids, her body involuntarily began to tremble.
She simply moved towards the exit, and the man she was afraid to look at put his arm around her like he was her boyfriend, clamping his hand firmly on her waist to make sure she didn't try to escape.
As soon as they left she sprang up to throw herself into a run, but the man grabbed her waist and clamped his hand over her mouth â she bit him with a loud squeal, but he only hissed, not letting her go, hiding behind the wall of the shop, two other men got out of the car.
One of them, a blond man with a beard and blue eyes had a scars on his left cheek.
"â come on, what the fuck are you waiting for â faster â" Tyland Lannister growled, and the man who was clearly his bodyguard forced her to bow her head and forcibly shoved her into the back seat, closing the door behind her.
She burst out crying, curling up as Tyland sat down next to her and the two men took their seats in front, driving away with a squeal of tyres.
"â shut the fuck up â be a good girl and no harm will come to you â I need to clear up a few things with your uncle â" He said lightly â only when she looked at him did she notice that he held in his hand a gun pointed towards her.
She pressed her body against the car door, looking at him with big eyes and shook her head.
"â please â please let me out, I'm pregnant â I â" She mumbled out and squealed, leaning forward, feeling a sudden, penetrating pain in her lower abdomen, and then another and another.
She began to pant loudly in terror, and wailed as Tyland slapped the back of her head with an open palm.
"â stop pretending â I told you to fucking calm down, I won't do anything to you â I won't â" He muttered and fell silent, looking with her at the drop of blood that ran down her thigh from under her dress.
She covered her mouth with her hands and screamed loudly, falling into sheer hysteria, the man in front cursed, telling her to shut up, and Tyland just stared at her, his mouth wide open.
"â stop â" He muttered. "â fuck, God, stop, stop, stop â"
"â here? â boss, we're in the middle of a country road â"
"â STOP, I SAID â"
The car stopped at the side of the road with a screech of tyres in a way that made her hit her head on the seat in front of her â Tyland opened the door, grabbed her ankle and dragged her out of the car like an animal, leaving her on the grass, then got back inside.
The car drove off.
She just breathed, whooping with tears, looking at the grass around her and the tree trunks, feeling a horrible warm stickiness between her thighs, twitching all over, not having the strength or the will to get up.
After a while some other car stopped beside her, the people inside screamed in terror and got out, a woman who could have been her mother ran up to her and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Good God, I think they raped her."
No, she thought.
They took something much more precious from me.
She heard his loud, frightened breath as she lay in the hospital bed, the policemen standing beside her grunted at the sight of him.
"Are you her family?" Asked one of them.
"Y-yes, I'm her uncle. Good God, what happened?" He mumbled in a breaking voice.
"Your niece was found by a woman on a country road, thrown out of some car. She immediately informed us, suspecting that a rape had taken place, however, the cause of the bleeding was a sudden stress-induced miscarriage. The victim does not speak and does not want to say who did this to her. Could you pleaseâŚ"
The man did not finish as she heard him burst into a loud, mournful sob, felt the touch of his hands on her body, his face pressed into her hair, his broken, heavy breath.
Her eyebrows arched in pain, a single, lonely tear ran down her face.
Daemon had warned her.
The hours, the voices, the smells merged into one for her â she heard her uncle's voice, her mother's voice, she smelled their scent and touch, she heard their weeping and despair, but she herself felt like she was dreaming awake, feeling and experiencing nothing.
She felt herself awake when she heard another familiar voice.
"Did she say something?"
"No. She's silent. There's no contact with her. She's in shock." Her mother muttered, and Daemon embraced her, looking her straight in the eyes.
She felt something â she felt her heart hit harder in her chest, her eyebrows arched in misery, her breath caught in her throat.
"â baby â baby, please, say something to me â" She heard her uncle's whisper and only after a moment did she realise that he had been lying next to her on the bed all this time, that he had been stroking her head, that he had been looking at her, that he had been crying like a little baby.
"â get out for a while â leave us alone â" Daemon said â her uncle opened his mouth, furious, but she spoke up before he could say anything.
"â I want to talk to my dad â"
Everyone around her fell silent â Rhaenyra walked over to her brother and took his hand, explaining to him in a whisper that they would be back soon, that she was no longer in danger, that everything would be all right.
She felt herself quivering all over when Daemon took the chair and sat down beside her bed exactly as he had done then, after she had tried to take her own life.
She looked at him, into his bright, piercing eyes, and thought that this was what he was trying to protect her from.
"I wanted this child, dad. Very, very much." She muttered and closed her eyes, feeling the blissful emptiness she had surrounded herself with begin to crack, the pain that pierced her body, her heart so strong that she sobbed.
"I know." He replied.
"Is the babyâŚis the baby still inside me?" She choked out with difficulty, whooping with her own tears, feeling like she couldn't catch her breath.
"No. I'm very sorry, but no. It was too early, the baby was not yet formed. Nothing could be done." He said and she clamped her hands on her lower abdomen, thinking she felt like ripping out her uterus and other entrails because they were useless.
She was full and suddenly empty again.
She felt her father's hand on her arm, his fingers strong, his embrace giving her a sense of security.
"I have abandoned you. I chose my own pride. I knew he would want to take revenge on him. If I had given you my protection, it would never have happened. Forgive me." He said, and she closed her eyes, thinking that she wanted to become nothingness and disappear.
Despite Daemon continuing to speak to her, she fell into a state of half-sleep again, unable to think about it â her mind was repressing everything that had happened and waiting, although she didn't know what for.
What was she actually waiting for?
For her baby, she thought.
Little girl or little boy will be born in a few months.
No, she realised.
Not any more.
Tears ran down her face, but no sound came out of her mouth.
She saw him â her uncle stood in the doorway of her hospital room drenched in tears, trembling like a small child, just like she had been when she came into his room then, terrified of the darkness.
Darkness surrounded him, and he was frightened.
She didn't want him to be afraid.
He cried out loudly when she reached out her hand to him â she realised it was already dark around him when his body snuggled against hers, when he embraced her and kissed her cheek, when his face snuggled into her skin.
They lay, just breathing, holding hands â there was something comforting about that â in his silence. The fact that he knew there were no words of comfort, of justification, of absolution for them.
What did exist, however, were their bodies, warm and familiar, clinging to each other to find shelter.
She fell asleep, wrapped in his scent.
"I know you think this is my fault. That you will never forgive me." She heard his voice as if from a distance â she blinked, surprised to see that it was already daylight all around her, that her uncle was sitting beside her in a chair, looking at his hands.
Days flew by between her fingers.
How long had it been since that incident?
Since when had she been empty?
She pressed her lips together, feeling nothing but rage.
"I want Tyland Lannister." She hissed in a cold, shaking voice, and he looked at her in shock.
They stared at each other for a moment â his lower lip twitched when he suddenly realised what had happened, something in his gaze that had always frightened her, but now pleased her.
Aemond
Emptiness.
It seemed to him that he had simply gone through all the phases of grief â from despair, through denial, to a state of complete indifference.
His child, whom he had so desperately wanted, was no longer there.
He thought it would help to give the baby a funeral, even though they had nothing to bury â that's why they put the glowing stickers they had stuck on the walls of the room that was to belong to their child in a small box and buried it under a tree in the garden of their house.
She wanted the thing that would remind her of their loss to be close by, so that she could look at it every morning from her window.
It was an ordeal they lived through together, and although they suffered, they found relief in each other's arms.
She let him take her for the first time two weeks after it happened.
Lying in front of him in his embrace, she took his hand in hers and slowly guided it down under the material of her panties â she surprised him with this, because he was convinced that the vision of him touching her like this would be something disgusting to her â she, however, was wet.
He couldn't hide how much he missed her, and after a moment they were both naked from the waist down, fucking each other like animals with loud smacks of their hips, wanting nothing more than to feel fulfilled and relieved â the release he felt when he finally came inside her was like a revelation, her body hot and sweaty in his embrace, her little cunt pulsing on his erection, sucking his seed.
I'll give you another baby, he thought tenderly, kissing her long neck, not saying it out loud though, not wanting her to think he had already reconciled himself to their loss.
I will give you another baby, and then another and another.
We will be a big, happy family.
If he could say that anything good had come out of this awfully sad situation, it was that their families had begun to talk to each other again â Otto and Daemon couldn't forgive the murder of their grandchild, and Alicent, Rhaenyra, Jace and Baela had watched over his niece in his absence, looking after her.
Even Aegon asked him for a meeting, which was strange and downright comical. His brother put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him in a way from which he felt a squeeze in his throat.
"We're going to catch that son of a bitch."
The only person who was afraid to meet them was Helaena, blaming herself for what had happened despite the fact that neither he nor his Rhaenys resented her.
"She said she wanted to go shopping. Your house and the beach was across the street. I-I had the security guards go and take her dress to your house. She wanted to take a walk, she insisted. IâŚ"
"Stop. You are not the one who did this to her. No one is blaming you." He said calmly, staring dully ahead, sitting in his car, feeling that his heart, his skin, his body, his breath were cold.
I want Tyland Lannister.
He licked his lower lip when he spotted his silhouette in the distance, coming out of one of the clubs surrounded by a few of his thugs, surely for protection.
Jason helped his brother move to another city, hoping they would never find him.
But he was wrong.
"I have to go." He said and hung up, starting the engine, dialing another number.
He never thought that he'd talk to him of his own free will.
And yet.
"He just left."
He followed him for a few streets, driving a few cars behind him, feeling strangely calm and patient â he had the impression that there were no more tears he could cry or screams he could shout.
His persona had come full circle, becoming again exactly who he had been before she had called him that evening for the first time in eight years.
He smiled, seeing that they had realised that someone was following them, trying to change direction suddenly â as he had predicted, they had fallen straight into their trap, and hundreds of loud gunshots rang out around the corner.
He pulled over to the side of the road and stepped out of the car, watching as Daemon's men slaughtered Tyland's men one by one, surprised by the manhunt from both sides, unprepared for such a sudden, merciless attack.
"â please â" Tyland mumbled, crawling on the ground at Daemon's feet â his sister's husband held a baseball bat in his hand, all dirty from his blood.
He thought with amusement that Lannister's face looked like a squashed tomato.
Together with Daemon, he dragged him, moaning and crying, to the boot of his car, locking him in there, and together they set off without exchanging a word.
By the time they reached the house by the sea there was only an hour left until dawn â Tyland had passed out in the boot from a lack of oxygen, and a strong kick to the liver revived him, making him draw in air loudly and cough, spitting up blood.
"â no â no, no, no, no, please, no â" He whined as they began dragging him along the ground towards the door, leaving a trail of his blood on the ground behind them.
When they walked into the house they threw him to his knees in front of her â his Rhaenys looked at his hunched, pathetic figure sitting in front of him on the couch in a white dress he was seeing for the first time, a knife in her hand.
Was this supposed to be her wedding gown?
I have taken away your purity and innocence, he thought with pain, looking at her with adoration.
Kora was no longer there.
Only Persephone was left.
His Queen of the Hades.
He longed to lie down at her feet and simply abide.
"â I lost someting because of you â" She said and raised herself up, touching her lower abdomen. "â my baby didn't even manage to take their first breath â"
He closed his eyes, feeling the squeeze in his throat, the pain he felt in his heart unbearable.
"â I didn't know â I didn't know, I'm sorry, I didn't know â" Tyland mumbled, because of how swollen his face was his words were indistinct and difficult to understand.
Standing over him, in her white dress, with a knife in her hand and with her beautiful hair loose, she looked like a ghost.
Like Death.
"â you threw me out of the car like an animal â you left me to die and drove away â" She whispered, tears one after another rolling down her beautiful, tired, pale face.
She had waited so long for this.
For relief.
For justice.
But no more.
"â please â please â" He begged, and she took a step towards him and knelt before him, looking straight into his eyes.
"â let me, Rhaenys â" He muttered, not wanting her to burden herself with this, to dream nightmares like him, to suffer like him because of what she had done.
"â no â I want to feel the life drain out of him â as it did out of me, then â" She said, and the knife she held in her hand stabbed into his side like butter.
Tyland wailed, grabbing the hilt, but Daemon held him down, preventing him from moving â he saw her slide the blade out, a huge bloodstain spilling down his shirt, dripping down his leg straight onto the foil-lined floor.
"That's enough. I'll take care of the rest. Take a bath and burn everything." Daemon instructed, laying Tyland's barely alive body on the ground, his breathing shallow until his eyes went blank.
His soul had left his body.
"Come." He said to her, taking the knife from her palm, placing it on the floor. He nodded at Daemon and grabbed her hand, leading her upstairs to the bathroom where the bathtub was.
Her entire dress and hands were in blood.
"Come here, little one. Come, let's wash it all off. It's okay, honey." He whispered, hugging her close, sinking his hands into her soft, smooth curls, and she reciprocated the embrace, sighing, closing her eyes as if relieved.
"Thank you."
Again she lay in the bath red with blood, again she was pale, however this time he felt that the life was not escaping from her, but returning to her â with each passing minute her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide as if her mind had returned to reality.
"Is he dead?" She muttered, and he swallowed hard, washing away with his hands any trace of what they had done from her beautiful, innocent body.
"He's no longer here. He's disappeared. He was just a monster from the wardrobe, nothing more, my love." He said quietly and she sighed, her hand touching his face.
"Do you still love me?" She asked in a trembling voice, and he looked at her, shocked.
"You are the love of my life. You need to rest. You are very tired. You haven't slept well in a long time. You're daydreaming." He replied, taking an unruly strand of hair from her face, her gaze warm and tender, meant only for him.
"Are you not disgusted with me? I've done something monstrous. I think I killed someone." She whispered, her eyes full of tears.
"â shhh â" He hushed her, pressing his forehead against hers, stroking her hair as if she were a small child. "â I forbid you to say such things â it will be our secret â mine, yours and your dad's â only we will know about it â"
"â about the monster from the wardrobe? â" She mumbled, and he nodded.
"â yes â"
Rhaenys
"â I'm scared, mummy â can I have my little lamp lit today too? â" Aemma muttered, but before she could answer her anything, she heard a voice from the bed above them, belonging to Visenya.
"â no, I can't sleep then â" Her older sister hissed, looking down at them, the bright curls she had inherited from her father in disarray.
"â I'm afraid of the monster from the television â the one from the horror movie that Aegon was watching â" Her daugther said in a breaking voice, and she furrowed her brow, shaking her head.
"â I told you this is not a film for small children â" She said sternly, and Aemma lowered her gaze on the verge of crying.
Vinseya groaned in frustration and climbed down the ladder, lying down under the duvet next to her little sister.
"â move along, coward â I'll kill any monster that disturbs my sleep â" Her daughter muttered, and she smiled and stood up, turning off the lamp.
"â good night â" She hummed and left, closing the door behind her.
She sighed, seeing the light on in his office, and moved lazily in that direction, finding him bent over documents. He glanced at her, then at the silhouette of her naked body hidden only beneath a soft silk bathrobe, and licked his lower lip with his tongue.
"â I'll come soon â give me a moment longer â"
"â talk to Aegon tomorrow â he mustn't let Aemma watch horror movies with himself because she is afraid afterwards â she's too little â" She said.
He shook his head, signing a few things.
"â I'll try, but you know him â he'll find a thousand excuses and explanations â" He grunted, and she laughed under her breath.
"â he resembles your brother â" She said amused, leaning her hip against the doorframe, and he snorted under his breath, the corner of his mouth lifted upwards.
"â indeed â" He said and looked up at her, his gaze again escaping down to her breasts and then even lower.
"Come here. Sit on the desk." He said, leaning back in his chair, and she obeyed his command with a smile, walking closer with a lazy step.
He stood up as soon as her buttocks touched the tabletop, spreading her thighs apart, making her have to reach back with her hand to catch her balance.
"â ah â" She gasped as his fingertips sank into her fleshy, warm womanhood, collecting her sticky wetness.
"â since when are you in this state? â hm? â" He hummed, pushing her closer to him with an impatient tug of his hand on her ass, the other digging warningly into her delicate skin, trailing it around her swollen clit.
"â since this morning â since I saw you come out wet and naked from the bathroom in our bedroom â I've needed you, and you haven't touched me â" She mewled regretfully, feeling her walls clench greedily around nothing, craving him inside her.
What he heard was enough for all his foreplay, and with her help he quickly undid the belt of his trousers, his breath heavy and hitched.
"â after all, I fucked you last night â I had to drive Aegon and Visenya to training â you could have joined me in the shower â" He exhaled, impatiently releasing his long, hard erection from his boxers.
She sighed and tilted her head back as, without even waiting for her response, he directed the head of his cock against her slit, opening her wide on his fat length, filling her with himself with one, lazy thrust.
"â uncle â o-oh, fuck, uncle, yes, yes, yes â" She cried out, resting her hands behind her back, letting the material of her bathrobe slide off her shoulders, revealing her breasts full of milk, bouncing each time his hips pounded against her buttocks.
"â God, be quiet â shhh, be good or I won't let you come â is that what you want? â" He breathed out and she bit her bottom lip with her teeth, looking up at him pleadingly, something in her gaze from which he began to slam into her like mad, himself struggling to restrain himself not to moan.
"â that's what I thought â you come to me â ah â begging with those big eyes for my cock â and then you can't even fucking behave â" He growled and sighed, feeling her struggling to stifle a sob of pleasure when another thrust against that same sweet spot made her fall apart in front of him, panting heavily along with him, the next few loud, sticky slaps of their bodies were enough for him to cum with a sigh of relief.
They knew each other's bodies all too well by now and, with amusement, found more and more that they had trouble holding back from coming too early.
It was just too pleasant.
"â I'm pregnant â" She whispered, and he blinked and looked at her, as if he needed a moment to start thinking soberly after such intense fulfilment.
"â what? â but â" He exhaled.
"â I'm sure â I went to the doctor today â"
"â you lied to me â" He said with irritation in his voice.
"â Criston drove me there â I told you I would go shopping with him and we did after the appointment â no lies â" She said with a smile, touching her belly affectionately.
Her husband sighed, placing his hand on hers, the expression on his face calm and gentle again.
"â it's the sixth â what a big family indeed â" He hummed, and she laughed, nodding her head.
"â yes, my love â another child to drive to training â" She said amused, and he kissed her forehead with tenderness, from which a pleasant warmth spread over her heart.
"â don't sit here too long â" She sighed, jumping off his desk as soon as he slid out of her.
"â I won't â"
On her way to their bedroom, she walked into their youngest child's room and smiled, covering her little son more tightly with the duvet. Aemon's leg immediately pushed the bedclothes off him with his mutter of displeasure, so she gave up and left him alone.
She froze, spotting a silhouette in the corner of the room, thinking it was a man, with bright eyes, blonde hair and a beard, but was relieved when, after a moment, she noticed that it was the only shadow cast by the wardrobe standing nearby.
When she walked into their bedroom, she immediately turned on the lamp by their bed and waited patiently for him to return.
She knew she wouldn't fall asleep anyway.
When she was alone in bed, she saw his face and her hands sticky with blood.
When she heard her uncle's footsteps, when his warm body finally lay down beside her and his lips placed a soft, sticky kiss on her neck, she turned off the light, his whisper next to her ear like the calm hum of the wind.
"â now I will let you moan as much as you wish â"
"â Aegon â don't let her swim out into the deep water â Daeron, Visenya keep an eye on her, after all you can see she can't swim well yet â" He shouted to their children the next day, lying in front of her on a towel on the beach, little Aemon, sitting next to them, was building a sandcastle, the hot sun burning their skin.
"â okay, Dad! â" She heard Daeron voice behind her, lying on her stomach in her black one-piece bathing suit with her back cut out, reading a book, her husband's doctoral thesis on an excavation he had run with her in one of the cities the year before.
"â what do you think? â it's the last time for corrections â I've read it hundreds of times and it already makes me want to vomit when I look at it â" He said disapprovingly, turning his gaze towards the sea again.
"â it's the best doctoral thesis I've ever read â really â" She said softly, turning the page, amazed at how effortlessly her husband wrote.
"â look, mummy â it's a fortress, and here's the moat â and there's a dragon on top â" Mumbled Aemon, forcing the Mighty Vhagar figurine that had once belonged to his father onto the top of the tower.
"â beautiful, darling â it looks like the real thing â" She said with warm approval, and Aemon smiled broadly, satisfied, busying himself with creating a bridge over the moat from sticks.
"â Aemma, don't swim so far away â how many times do I have to tell you? â" Her uncle called out, raising himself angrily on his elbow, and she sighed heavily, throwing him a look full of pity.
"â she has swimming sleeves that are full of air that will float her even if she stops moving her arms and legs â she won't drown â" She said, and her husband sighed heavily, looking anxiously towards their children playing in the water.
"â I prefer to be sure â" He muttered.
She looked at him tenderly for a moment, feeling nothing but warmth in her heart.
He was such a good father.
Such a good husband.
She knew that one day they would have to explain to their children why they only had a church wedding and were not married before the state.
But not yet.
"So let's make sure. We should swim with them." She said, extending her hand to him, and he looked at her, apparently recalling their conversation in his car then, many years ago, when he had described his fantasy to her.
He licked his lips with his tongue and grinned in a way she loved.
"Come."
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Author's note: The child that Rhaenys lost was Viserys: I decided that this story, because it is so dark, could not end differently, and the decisions of the characters had to lead to tragedy sooner or later. Something dies in Rhaenys, but thanks to this she can finally fully join her husband in their Hades, crossing the border of innocence and naivety, maturing in a kind of cruel way. However, the rest of their children, who appeared in the original series, are born. After losing Viserys (in this version they did not know that it would be a boy), they decided that they wanted to have as many children as God would give them, since he took one away from them (in their eyes one too many). Visenya and Aegon will definitely become mafia bosses in the future, just like their father, lol. Their children have the same characters and looks like in the original series, which you can see here.
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Hi! I wanted to request a TH/fem reader and RZMM/fem reader
Maybe like a how would they show possessiveness over someone? A little angsty bc they're big guys and they would definitely manhandle their so in the heat of the moment
How Thomas Hewitt and RZ!Michael Myers Show Possessiveness Over You
Warnings:Â smut (18+), aggressive sex, slight mention of dumbification, manhandling, bruising/mark making, angst, obsession, stripping, stalking, slight yandere i guess?, possessiveness, canon-typical violence, control.
Words: 2.7K
A/N: Anon, thank you so much for my first slasher request! I love these boys so much and wanted to delve into their intentions behind their protectiveness a little, cause I think it would be very different for both. This is my first time writing a headcanon, I hope I've done you proud. Iâd love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests đ
Thomas Hewitt
â Thomas's struggle with social norms makes his possessiveness glaringly apparent. He perceives everyone outside the family as a potential threat to his happiness, particularly when it concerns you. His demeanour shifts abruptly at the slightest hint of danger; his typically measured movements become swift and aggressive. Despite his efforts to restrain his emotions in public, such as at the Cele Community Centre where you and his mother work, Thomas often finds himself instinctively drawn to your side. His hand firmly grasps the fabric of your shirt, his protective stance evident to anyone who dares to look at you. His gaze sweeps the surroundings with a discerning eye, meticulously assessing each customer until you gently remove his grip and convince him to wait in the back.
â Thomas's overprotectiveness occasionally acts as a double-edged sword, simultaneously shielding you from harm while subtly restricting your freedom. As a man of few words, he struggles to articulate the depth of his need to keep you safe, resulting in actions that may be misinterpreted as possessiveness rather than genuine concern or fear of losing you. He means well, but it can feel suffocating.
â Preferring to keep you within his line of sight whenever possible, Thomas's protective instincts often clash with the demands of daily life, leading to occasional conflicts with Charlie over the use of his time. The older man's frustration with what he perceives as your bad influence over Thomas' attention to his work further exacerbates tensions within the household.Â
â Certain areas of the house are off limits to you. The basement serves as a sanctuary for Thomas's work, and he is adamant that you are shielded from the horrors that happen inside. However, he still insists on your presence nearby, perched on the steps that lead down to the space or listening to the radio in the dining room upstairs. Your proximity seems to offer him a sense of security and focus, enabling him to delve into his his task with unwavering concentration and produce some of his best work.
â Thomas finds solace in words of affirmation and constantly seeks reassurance from you. Despite the intimacy you share and the countless times you've assured him otherwise, he harbours an unshakeable fear that if he loosens his grip even for a moment, you might slip away from him. This nagging insecurity gnaws at him, overshadowing moments of connection, leaving him perpetually haunted by the possibility of losing you.
â Physical gestures become one your languages of reassurance. You hold his hand tightly, intertwining your fingers as a silent promise that you're there for him. Running your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles into you becomes a comforting ritual, soothing both him and you. Your touch on his chest, just over his heart, keeps his anxieties at bay.
â Words also become a source of comfort for Thomas. You express your pride in him, highlighting his strengths and the ways he makes your life better. You tell him how happy you are to have him by your side, emphasizing that he's not just your protector but also your partner. Sometimes, the simplest affirmations have the greatest impact on Thomas. Hearing you call him "yours" fills him with a sense of belonging and purpose, and when you tell him that he's been good, he can't help but prove just how good he can be by filling you with his fingers, tongue or cock.
â Thomas feels most valued when you grant him your undivided attention and allow him to reciprocate. He revels in spending hours between your legs, skilfully coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your willing body until you're left a whimpering, trembling mess beneath him. Despite his efforts to maintain control in your relationship, you always seem to hold the upper hand, which is why he finds solace in reducing you to a thoroughly fucked-out state on his bed. In those moments, with your mind blissfully empty and your body consumed by a primal hunger for his touch, he feels a sense of power and satisfaction unlike any other.
â Despite this, the mounting tensions within the household, particularly with Charlie, often leave Thomas grappling with pent-up aggression. As the demands on his time intensify, with Charlie clamouring for more of Thomas's attention and you taking on additional shifts at the community centre to assist his mother, Thomas finds it increasingly challenging to maintain his composure.
â You've become attuned to the subtle shifts in his demeanour, recognizing the tell-tale signs when he's received a stern tongue lashing from his uncle or had a particularly taxing session in the basement. Thomas' simmering rage begins to permeate his interactions with you. His touch, once tender and reassuring, now carries an undercurrent of tension. The few words he mutters in your presence are laced with frustration and discontent, rather than devotion.
â Despite your best efforts to sooth him, there are moments when Thomas's volatile emotions threaten to overwhelm him. In those instances, you find yourself walking on eggshells, navigating the precarious balance between offering solace and inadvertently stoking the flames of his anger. You are never fearful of Thomas, but these are the times when you remove yourself from his presence when possible. That is, until you learn that the best way to calm him during these storms is with your body.
â Thomas's heavy-handed nature becomes even more pronounced during these moments of heightened emotion. He handles you with a forcefulness that borders on brutality, moulding and contorting your body into painful positions that elicit tears of discomfort. While he typically refrains from spanking you unless requested, in these instances, his large hand comes crashing down upon your flesh with punishing force, leaving behind welts and bruises that you carry for days. Unlike his usual attentiveness to your pleasure, Thomas's focus shifts solely towards finding an outlet for his frustration, using your body as a means to an end in his quest for release. He bites, scratches, and fucks every inch of you with an almost desperate intensity, seeking solace in the physical connection between you.
â Yet, there are fleeting moments of clarity when the clouds in his eyes dissipate, and the gentle giant you know and love re-emerges. It's in these moments of vulnerability that you offer him comfort, reassuring him that he can take what he needs from you, and that you will still love him.
â After the intensity of the moment subsides, Thomas retreats into the solitude of the basement, locking himself away as a form of self-imposed punishment for his mistreatment of you. Despite your efforts to coax him out, reassuring him of your well-being and offering comfort, he remains secluded until he feels ready to face you once more. When Thomas finally does emerge, you're quick to envelop him in the warmth of your affection and reassurance. With a soft kiss to his leather-clad cheek, you convey your unwavering support and understanding, letting him know that you harbour no resentment towards him.
â In the aftermath of the encounter, Thomas's protective instincts kick into overdrive as he tends to any wounds that adorn your body, his touch gentle yet purposeful. It's in these moments that his true nature shines throughâhe may be heavy-handed and prone to bouts of aggression, but above all else, he possesses a deep-seated desire to care for and protect you, to make amends for any harm he may have caused.
RZ!Michael Myers
â Michael's possessive nature over you begins with an intense and inexplicable fixation. From the moment his eyes land on you, something primal within him snaps, and he becomes singularly obsessed with making you his own.
â He can't quite explain what draws him to the Red Rabbit Lounge that evening, but as he leans against the wall, trying to catch his breath after a harrowing escape from Smith's Grove, he is immediately captivated when you emerge from the back door. Unlike others who shrink away from him in fear, you meet his gaze with a calm demeanour, lighting your cigarette and casually pointing out his papier-mâchĂŠ mask. Your nonchalant remark about liking the orange because it reminds you of your favourite holiday only adds to the intrigue, sparking something deep within Michael's psyche.
â Following that initial encounter, Michael becomes an omnipresent presence in your life, a shadow that lingers at the edges of your awareness. You sense him in the periphery of your vision, catch glimpses of his shadow darting past windows, and hear the faintest rustle of his breath in the stillness of the night. He becomes your unseen companion, meticulously observing your every move. He studies your routines and habits, committing them to memory with an almost obsessive attention to detail. Always one step ahead, he waits patiently until the opportune moment presents itself to make his presence truly known.
â Michael finds immense pleasure in the exhilarating pursuit of you, convinced that you share in his enjoyment of the chase. He keenly observes the subtle signs of your awareness, noticing the wry smirk that graces your lips when you sense his presence nearby. In those moments, he imagines feeling the same giddiness that surges through you when he lightly brushes your hair, a fleeting touch that leaves you yearning for more, even as it vanishes before you can turn around. The first time you called out to him, he battled against every instinct urging him to step out from the shadows and claim you as his own. Despite the overwhelming desire possess you, he restrains himself, savouring the anticipation of the inevitable moment when he would finally make his move.
â In Michael's twisted psyche, you are more than just a person; you are a coveted prize that he will protect at all costs. He perceives himself as the sole rightful owner of your being, and he harbours an intense fixation on claiming you as his own.
â As the regular patrons of the lounge mysteriously vanish one by one, leaving a bewildered community in their wake, Michael remains a silent observer, his gaze fixed unwaveringly upon you. He knows all too well the allure of your presence, the captivating dance you perform for these men, reminiscent of the performances his late mother once gave. Yet, while others may see you as an entertainer, Michael sees something far deeperâa connection, a possession, a symbol of his ultimate dominance that he must preserve.
â From the shadows, he watches as you bare your body to these patrons. To Michael, it doesn't matter whether you are aware of his claim over you; what matters is that he sees you as his, and he will go to any lengths to ensure that no one dares to challenge him. In his mind, you are his alone, and he will stop at nothing to secure what he believes is rightfully his.
â When Michael finally decides to collect his prize, it's in the eerie stillness of the night. He patiently waits in the shadows of your home, a silent sentinel standing rigidly in the corner of your bedroom as he observes your every move. You can feel his presence, an unspoken acknowledgment that he has come to stake his claim on his property.
â As you undress, acutely aware of his watchful gaze, a shiver runs down your spine. There's a palpable tension in the air, a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension. Yet, despite the unease that courses through you, there's also a strange allure, a primal instinct drawing you inexorably towards him. When you finally coax him from the shadows, he engulfs you in his arms with a ferocity that takes your breath away. The force of his embrace is suffocating, his touch demanding as he grasps and claws at every part of your body. In that moment, there's no denying the intensity of his desire, the need to make you his own consuming him entirely.
â Michael is not gentle with you; he doesn't hold back his deep urges to possess you completely. He revels in your whimpers and the screams of his name as he stretches you open and takes what he deems rightfully his. His touch is rough, unyielding, as if trying to merge your bodies into one. Each movement is driven by a fierce need to mark you, to ensure you understand that you belong to him and no one else. Every night with Michael is filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes intense and unwavering, remain locked on you, drinking in every reaction, every cry. To him, this is the final step in owning you, the ultimate act of protecting what is his.
â Removing the mask takes time. It's one evening, after the intensity of your shared orgasms have ebbed, and Michael lies heavy on top of you. Your fingers tentatively trace the edges of the white rubber mask, sensing his body tense beneath your touch. His hand instinctively reaches out, grasping your wrist to halt your movement, but your lips find solace in the warmth of his knuckles as you plant a gentle kiss, your breath whispering a desire to see him. For a fleeting moment, there's resistance, a hesitancy borne from years of concealing his true self, before he lets you unmask him. His long hair cascades over your face as the mask falls away, revealing the man beneath. In that vulnerable moment, you stroke his sweat-glistened cheek, your fingers tracing the contours of his features as you call him "handsome", perhaps the first time he's heard the word since his mother.
â Despite Michael's disapproval of your continued work at the lounge, you are unwilling to relinquish your independence completely. He grumbles and fumes when things don't go his way, but deep down, he appreciates your defiance, feels a strange allure in your willingness to challenge him. Although his overly protective nature remains, he secretly enjoys the way you push back against his control, finding a strange sense of satisfaction in the game of give and take between you. A hand on his chest or a kiss along his strong jawline is all it takes for him to soften, his resolve melting under the warmth of your affection. You eventually compromise, only working certain shifts and allowing him to escort you home. As if you really have a choice on the matter. Michael finds your attempts at negotiation endearing.
â If anyone dares to come between Michael and what is his, he reacts with violent outbursts of rage. His attacks are brutal and merciless, driven by a primal need to assert his dominance and protect you. Unfortunately, you are also not exempt from his aggression, and when he catches sight of you one night, engaged in conversation with a stranger outside the back of the lounge during your smoke break, he snaps. In a frenzy of fury, he swiftly disposes of the man, his actions marked by a sickening crunch of bones as his body is hurled against the brick wall. Then, turning his attention to you, Michael's muscles coil with tension and his chest heaves with barely-contained anger. Gripping your arms so fiercely that bruises bloom in their wake, he shoves you against the wall, once, then again, as if attempting to jolt some some sense into you.
â With swift determination, Michael hoists you over his shoulder and retreats into the shadows, his purposeful strides carrying you home. But the journey doesn't lead to the bedroom; instead, he deposits you onto the stairs with a roughness that steals your breath. There, in the dim light, he strips away the remnants of your clothing, his actions forceful and unyielding. Again and again, he fucks into you with a ferocity that leaves you screaming his name, your pleas mingling with the echoes of both passion and pain. In those moments, as his protectiveness gives way to possession and consumes you, you find yourself uttering the words he craves to hearâthat you are his, and his alone.
â Yet, even amidst the ecstasy, a shadow of uncertainty looms. You can never be certain that Michael wouldn't cross that final line, that his compulsion wouldn't drive him to take everything from you, including your life. For Michael, protection is not just about controlâit's about ownership to the point of obsession. If he can't have you, no one else can either.
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Fuck you . Gladly
Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: The embers of your jealousy is fanned when girls forget that your boyfriend is not available. The only problem â silent treatment is your go-to reaction. Good for Sukuna, he knows how to make you talk.
Tropes: Established relationship, smut
Warnings: Explicit smut, fingering, fellatio, spanking, degradation+praise, choking, rough/angry sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms(female), mentions of smoking and cheating, no curse AU, college boy!Sukuna, kinda toxic relationship, strong language, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.
Word count - 3.8k
A/N: nope, sorry, this isn't the Sukuna fic whose sneak peek was posted a few days ago. That's a long one so it's taking time, instead I am feeding you this. Enjoy :)
Divider credits - @cafekitsune
Jealousy is a ugly thing.
From childhood, you were taught to always be poised and content with whatever you have. Limited resources, not the best outfit or not your desired commodities. Accepting and being satisfied with it was the norm.
Your mother said the same, "Jealousy is a ugly thing." When you admitted to be jealous over a certain classmate whose grades were higher than yours. I saw her cheating in the exam hall, words were on the tip of your lips but you resorted to keep the dirty secret to yourself.
Heard the same from your friend, "No need to be jealous, its the worst of emotions." When you fumed over how you can't go to a particular excursion (blame your strict parents) while she gets to go.
Jealousy is a ugly thing. Be content with whatever you have, even if it's not the best.
Oh- but fuck off to that age old quote that was thrown down your ears.
You get it. You really do, be glad with whatever you have and shit! And you are. You really are. But how could jealousy not play when others try to put their filthy hands on what is rightfully yours?
In this case, your boyfriend â Ryomen Sukuna.
You aren't particularly insecure about your relationship with him. Contray, you do trust him a whole lot and his mannerisms to the opposite gender doesn't defy your view of him. However, problems arise when a dumb bitch forgets that your boyfriend is not out in the market for her to rub herself.
Take yesterday for example â it wasn't long after Sukuna's practice match while you watched him from the bleachers. Silently, gushing to yourself of how gorgeous your boyfriend looked with the sweat dripping down his hair and forehead, the perspiration glistening on his skin and over his well sculpted abs when he pulled his jersey up to wipe his face, once his eyes landed on youâ fuck it!
Ahâ sorry, that went off topic... so where it was? Oh yeah!
Not long after his practice match did you watch that bitch Yorozu, literally jump out of the bleachers and run into his arms like she is his damn girlfriend. (She isn't). While you quietly, revelled over the fact when Sukuna without a bit of damn respect shoved her away, you couldn't shake out the fangs of malice growing inside you.
That brings you here, leaning back on the headboard of your bed with your phone clasped firmly in your hand, you scrolled through instagram. A rather pathetic attempt at ignoring Sukuna, who tried to strike up a conversation with you but you remained nonchalant.
"How long will you keep up that attitude?" Sukuna questions, leaning on the wall to your shared bedroom, a bored expression laces his features.
You don't answer, you don't even make the effort to look at him. It was perhaps, good time to just break your resolve for you've been giving him the cold shoulder since yesterday. Honestly, you don't even know why he's on the receiving end of your wrath. Sure, you are mad, but you are more mad over that wretched bitch than your boyfriend. But as you share no relation with her, its him who's suffering.
"Jesus Christ," Sukuna murmurs to himself, rolling his eyes as he steps up and sits in front of you.
He calls your name. You don't answer. He calls it againâhis tone harsher. Your response is silence.
The next thing you know, your phone is harshly snatched away from your grip.
"What the fuck?!" You curse aloud, fire burning in your irises as you glare at him. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
He scoffs, "So now you talk."
You try to reach for your phone but his counter is putting it away with a hand extended out. "Give that back."
"No."
"Yes."
He grips your right wrist in a tight hold, not enough to hurt you, just to keep you in place.
"What the fuck do you want?" You ask, the attempt at pulling your hand away proves futile when he tightens his hold.
"For you to stop acting like a brat."
"Acting like a brat?" You could only scowl. "I was silent the whole time. Is breathing illegal for you, now?"
His carmine irises blaze with annoyance as he retorts back, "You know damn well, I am not talking about that."
"I don't." You had always been bad at lying.
"Fuck yeah, you do."
You don't respond to that, trying to reach for your phone which he is doing a damn good job at keeping away. "Sukuna," Warning drips from your lowered tone, "I am not in the mood. Give my phone back, now."
"Yeah?" A humourless chuckle leaves his lips, "You're not getting it tonight, deal with it." You grit your teeth, trying to keep in the bubbling anger which would flow out any second but sure the God's hate you cause Sukuna's next words crumbles every bit of your self-control.
"Besides... why do you need it anyway? What?" He raised an eyebrow. "Texting some bastard while you I am in your no communication zone."
That's it. The fucking audacity.
Cheating. Something you can never speak or joke about, and he knows it still the God damn audacity to spit shit in front of you as if you're the one whose locker would be filled with love notes on valentine's day.
"You fucking asshole," You stand up, pulling your wrist away from his grip. Rage pours tumbles out of the dam, pouring through your every vein, every bone, every pore. "You have the fucking audacity to accuse me of cheating when you're the one smooching of other girls."
There's bad move. Then there's the worst fucking move of all.
This was the latter.
Sukuna rose up instantly, his gift of height gave him the upper hand to easily glare down at you. "The hell did you just say?" His tone turned a note low, the deep raves of his voice enough to warn of the impending danger.
Did that scare you? Maybe. Were you going to back down and say sorry? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
You scoffed, folding your hands over your chest, "Oh, you heard me." It was entertainment. Pure entertainment. Watching him riled up over a simple accusation. Hell, you'd pay to witness it again and again. "Do I have to say it again to your face, cheater?"
If he's so much offended to be labelled as a cheater then he shouldn't have brought up the topic in the first place. It doesn't make sense on what type of logic, you're backing yourself up but if rationality worked in cases of fueling rage and huge egos then there'd be no wars in the first place.
His response could only be grasping you by the throat, firmly as he roughly pushed you back on the wall. "I am the cheater? I've been nothing but loyal to you."
"The last time Yorozuâ"
"She was clinging to me and I pushed her off, what more do you want?"
Nothing, I am just fucking jealous. That's what, you should be saying but you don't cause- cause you just can't. You grit your teeth and resort to profanity, "Fuck you, nonetheless."
"You stupid bitch," His grip around your throat tightens and that's when you're finally aware of your position. With your back pressed against the wall and his calloused hand grazing over the pulse point of your throatâthis situation could not be more intimate.
You are hit with his cologne mixed with the musky smell of cigarette which, you assume, he had smoked before coming to you. A heat burns in your core as you notice the intricacies of tattoos that marks his visage; each one luring you to trace your fingertips over them.
You're still antsy and a flurry of provocative insults are resting on the tip of your tongue which would be spit out any second but- but what could be the better time for your estrogen levels to rise?
It's not long after that you mutter a curse under your breath, your fingers find their way to his collar; a second laterâyou are locking lips with him.
Sukuna's initial shock of the situation is evident as his lips doesn't move against yours. Yet, he indulges soon, his eyes flutter shut when he responds with equal fervour and fire. He tilts your head back, his tongue lapping over your bottom lip and a sigh escapes him when you give him access. His free hand find their way over to your hair, tangling his fingers through your strands as he tugs them back â deepening the kiss.
You groan against his lips at the surprise pull. His tongue prods inside your mouth, engaging in a harmonious dance with yours â swirling and lapping with it. His hold on your throat was tight, cutting off your air supply while his mouth moved against yours in a rhythm. Allowance of breath was gratified once he felt your mouth tighten against his. You gasped and panted for air, his hold on your throat loosening just a bit. When you looked up, a suggestive smirk was plastered against his lips and damnâ wasn't that just irksome.
Sukuna pulls you closer, nibbling on your earlobe which incites a rather sinful moan from your mouth. "All that attitude and you wanted this. Should have just said so, princess." It's almost mocking on how he used the nickname.
"Fuck you."
"Gladly."
Said so, his mouth again presses over yours, harder than the previous time. The passionate liplock lights the fire in both of you as Sukuna's hands glide down from your hair. Caressing the curves and contours of your body before finally resting on the plump flesh of your ass. He squeezes your buttocks while trailing feather-light kisses down your jaw and lips.
"Use your words from next time, princess."
Fuck it. Fuck him. He is smirking. You can't see it but damn, isn't it palpable? Your eyes are shut tight as his hand moves from your buttocks to your thighs and upto your thong. "Fucking soaked," He hisses under his breath, feeling the large wet splotch that has settled over your the fabric.
"Nghâ Sukuna," A breathy moan slips past you as he palms you over the garment, tracing the outline of your clit and entrance. His attempt at teasing you is working dangerously well and you have to restrain yourself from giving into this wanton pleasure. You grip onto his biceps, nails digging into the muscles from over his shirt. "Stop fu-fucking teasâing me."
"Am I teasing you? Mhm nah, I don't think so." His heated breath falls hot over your neck as he licks a line over the curve of it. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
You don't answer, silently scowling at him but that's his cue to slide your thong aside and caress the skin over your needy pussy. He knows what you want. And he knows only he can give it you. But he won't. Not until you say it. And you won't say it cause you're damn stubborn and you've got to show him that you're still mad which is proving difficult under his skillful ministration.
Well, that isn't a bother to him, you can stay with your resolve all you want while he enjoys playing with you.
"F-Fuck itâ Sukunaâ," You whine, pushing your hips towards his fingers to just receive an inch of stimulation but that's fruitless. The attempt at clamping your legs shut is the worst play you could make as Sukuna harshly slaps your pussy.
"Keep those legs spread like a good whore."
You hate him. You really do. You hate him for the certain joy of degradation mixed with praise â one, only he can evoke from you. The phrase had a electricity shoot to your cunt causing it to throb as a sheen of sweat formed over your forehead.
The grip over your resolve breaks and you find yourself speaking before you can even think, "Fuckâ Sukuna, need you, nghâ now."
"Now, that's like a good little slut." Sukuna doesn't need to be told twice before two of his digits delves inside your aching cunt while the rough pad of his thumb presses over your clit.
You throw your head back at the needed stimulation and courtesy to Sukuna's hand tangled in your hairâshielding your scalp from hitting the wall. The flurry of curses and moans leaving your lips could have been recorded. His fingers move in and out of your cunt in a fast pace while your pussy sucks them in. He hits your g-spot and that has your eyes rolling back in your head. The squelching noises from your pussy and your breathy loud whimpers reverbrates through each and every corner of your room. He draws circles over your clit, scissoring his finger in a V, stretching you out.
"Eyes on me, princess," He murmurs in your ear and you comply soon after. Gazing in his crimson eyes darkened with lust, a shiver runs down your spine as your legs tremble while he fingerfucks you like playing the keys to a piano. "Watch the only man who can make you cum like this."
It's possessive and diabolical. He has no right to act such when you aren't even the one who's going around entertaining the opposite gender. But you don't have any bit of resilence left in you to tell him to fuck off. Besides with the amount of strings he's pulling, its only a second later that you spasm and milk around his digits.
Sukuna pulls out his fingers from your hole, gazing at the slick and fluid running down them with amusement flickering over his irises. Yet, he pushes them to your mouth, pulling down your lower lip. "Clean up your mess, brat."
You keep your eyes on him, taking the same fingers which was in your cunt, in your mouth as you lick them clean.
"Yeah? Like that? It's yours, princess." You hum in response. Your brain is still hung up on the earlier scenario, and even though getting off on his fingers did relieve your frustration. You're still not satisfied. Nay, you aren't letting him off the hook that easily. That's when a rather vile idea conjures up in your brain, a smirk escapes your lips.
"Hm, whatcha smiling about?"
You could only laugh, "Ahâ you'll know." It's in a second that it happens â the tables turn. It's now Sukuna with his back resting against the wall while you smirk up at him. Your hand slid down to his sweatpants and damnâ his clothed bulge could only compare to the actual thing. You kneel down before him, a mischievous glint shadowing your eyes. "Let me return the favour."
You hook your thumb and pointer finger in his waistband, pulling down his briefs. His cock springs out, smacking against his abdomen and for a second, its like you get a brain freeze. Rock hard, and the veins are protruding out of the shaft. It isn't the first time, you've seen it but each time you do, realization hits of how huge it is.
"Less staring, more sucking, princess." Sukuna says from above, threading his fingers through your hair.
"Oh no, just admiring a work of art," You reply with a sickeningly sweet smile. It isn't a lie but it's sure a push to his ego. You look up at him, holding the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue over his mushroom tip.
"Fuck," He mutters to himself, head tipping back when your warm mouth latches over his hardened shaft. He pushes himself onto your moist mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you almost gag on his cock. You compose yourself soon, looking up at him as you bob your head up and down on his thick, veiny shaft.
Sukuna's grip on your hair doesn't falter, instead tightens as he establishes his hold while tangling his finger through your strands. You assume he likes it (and why wouldn't he? Only you can give him a head like this) from the way noises leaves his mouth as you take him in as much as you can. Your hand glides over the remnants of his dick, stroking and pressing on it.
"God yeahâ fuck... j-just like thatâ ngh."
Your name rolls out of his mouth sinfully causing your cunt to suck on air. Drool runs down your chin to your jaw as you lap your tongue over his shaft â swirling and drawing over the bulging veins. You feel him twitch in your mouth and you know he's close. He knows, he's close as he heaves in a ragged breath.
Good. You were just waiting for that.
You detach your mouth from his cock with a pop, standing up as you press your lips to his for a brief second. A smirk played at your lips, "Now, wasn't that nice?"
"What the fuck?!" Sukuna growls at you, dumbfounded at the wave of pleasure that would've washed over him if not for you.
"Pay back, darling." You grin, pressing a kiss to cheek which only infuriates him more.
It isn't a second later that you are roughly thrown on your bed as Sukuna hovers over you, pulling your skirt up and ripping out your thong. You don't have the time to complain when he pushes his cock inside your throbbing cunt, hitting right at your g-spot on the very first stroke.
"God, Sukuâ ahâ" A harsh slap is delivered to your ass, you hiss in pain as Sukuna picks up the pace. Pulling out his cock just to the tip before shoving the whole girth inâstretching and filling you up to the brim.
"Sluts don't get to speak," Another smack lands on your ass cheek, harder than the previous. It would sure leave a mark but he could care less. He swipes at your hardened bud, pinching it as you cry out in pain. "Yeah, like thatâ scream like the dumb bitch you are."
You are panting, trying to breath but his hand is clamped around your throat like a collarâpressing down your wind pipe. "Gnhhâ Su-Suku' ahhâ too m-much."
"Too bad, you're taking it." His hands find their way under your thighs, pushing them up until your knees are pressed up beside your face. He folds you in a mating press, reaching spots in you which you didn't know existed. "That's the thanks I got for making you cum. Brat's like you need to be punished." Said so, he reaches under your shirt, squeezing and kneading your breasts while he tweaks over your nipples.
You fist the sheets, eyes rolling back, you are almost on the verge of seeing stars before your eyes. His strokes has your legs tremble but he holds you tightly in his grasp, pinching and tugging on your erected buds. You swallow a deep breath feeling yourself clamp around his cock, you're closeâtoo close and his swipes inside your pussy does not make this situation better. "Sh-shit, ahhâ g-gonna nghâ cum."
"Oh yeah, so soon?" He pinches your clit elliciting a scream from you. "Like that, don't ya? Nasty little bitch, cum."
You suck him in, feeling yourself come undone under him. Butâ uh oh...
Sukuna is far from done.
You don't have the time to catch your breath, before he flips your position; you're straddling his lap with his dick still stuck in your cunt. "Waitâ what theâ"
"We are far from over," He whispers near your ear. "I still haven't cum, slut." He leans back on the bedframe, squeezing your ass cheek with a lopsided smirk stuck on his face. "Go on, take responsibility of your own actions. Or..." He stretches out the word, looking down on you. "Can you not?"
Did he really...? Was that really a challenge thrown your way?
If he thinks your estrogen levels aren't enough to keep up with his testosterone then he's damn wrong. You snickered, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his fleshâhe grunts out in pain. Your knees are aside his hips as you push yourself down on his cock. "You should know better than asking me if I can go on."
"Hm, prove it then."
Damn bastard... he's toying with you, provoking you with words and damn! It's working well. Like a moth to a flame, you are playing into his whims and you're damn sure, he's laughing his ass off inside his mind.
"Fuck off," You curse at him, pulling yourself up before sitting back on his member.
"Goshâ shit," Sukuna grabs your hips, groaning at the way your warm walls feel around his dick. Hooking his hand under your top, he tugs on it and you oblige, putting your hands up as the garment is thrown off your body. He doesn't waste a second before delving in to bite and suck on the flesh of your neck while fondling your breasts.
The only sound that reverberated through the room were your wanton moans mixed with his groans as your name was chanted like a mantra. Your butt slapped against his lap as you bounced on him, your mouth parted as a trail of drool ran down your chin.
It's the same dance, you've danced with him countless times. The flicker of flame that burnt could only be fuelled by your combined desires. Each kiss, each bite, each stroke giving rise to the allure of just one more. Once again.
You felt Sukuna's cock twitch inside your sore cuntâburning and ravished from taking him in so long. Your pleasure was coming in soon. And at the last second, Sukuna's mouth met yours in a salacious, deep kissâresulting you to moan in his mouth as his seeds paint your walls white. You come simultaneously, ragged breath of relief erupting from you.
Both of you part, as you stay still over him, catching your breath. You look into his eyes; he's staring right back. Huffs and pants could be the means of communication and even though your room is air-conditioned, a thin layer of sweat covers the both of you.
For a second, there is a amalgam of emotions that flicker in his gaze alone. They disappear before you can name them yet- you believe there was a hint of tenderness to them.
"I hate you," The words flow out of you yet you don't know, why they don't have the same sharp tone as always.
"I hate you," You repeat again.
A smug smirk plasters over his lips as he clicks his tongue, "Right? Who was riding that dickâ"
"Shut up."
Yes, you do hate him the most.
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His Darling: Demon!San x Fem!reader
Pairing: Incubus!San x Fem!Human!Reader | side pairing: yunho x reader, demonline x reader
Word Count: 10k
Genre: Smut (loads), slight angst MINORS DNI
Summary: San shows you his room and tells you exactly what he wants in a "housewife". He also shows you the benefits of keeping him happy.
Tags: enslavement, master/slave relationship, polyamorous relationship, demon!ateez, human!reader, stereotypical gender roles, gender norms, slight misogynistic ideals, mentions of domestic violence, childhood trauma, bigdick!san, incubus!san, breeding kink (serious one lol), thigh riding, voyeurism, handjob, dirty talking, light spanking, table sex, clothed man/naked woman, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, monster fucking, demon fucking, Yunho walks in on it and watches. You're their slave, and you're treated that way.
Previously on Pretty Pet > His Kitten: Seonghwa
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â-What do we do? I've never handled a human slave before. What do they eat?â
âFood, I imagine.â
âYes, but what? And what about her grooming? Has Wooyoung styled a human before?âÂ
âNo idea. All I know is what Yunho told meâŚâ
You heard their voices above you, but you could not place them. A low groan escaped you as the aftermath of last night made itself known again. Every appendage felt sore and heavy, and your innards might have actually been rearranged. You almost did not comprehend your hunger until you'd completely woken up. Is this how you'd wake up every morning?Â
âWake up,â a soft voice commanded. âWe have a lot to do before you're presentable. Let's get moving.â
âYeosangâ the harder toned voice said, âDon't be so aggressive this early in the morning. She hasn't fully adjusted to this yet. She needs space to process.â
âUgh, âspace to processâ. Yes, tell that to Yunho and see how that goes for you. He's already in a mood after having to bury that idiot slaver. Go ahead and tell him you diverted from his schedule.â
âThat isn't what I meant-â
You finally opened your eyes to see two men on either side of your bed. Each of them wore black suits and had black upturned horns. One was significantly more petite and paler than the other. A red wine birthmark covered the side of his eye, contrasting with his fair skin. The other on the right was a round faced demon with dark brown hair. He carried an innocent, soft expression while his companion looked on sternly.Â
âWho are you?â You croaked through your strained throat.
They both finally acknowledged you. âOh,â the dark haired demon grinned, âI'm Jongho.â
âAnd I'm Yeosang. We're your new handlers. Now, get up. We have to get you groomed before the Masters wake up.âÂ
Yeosang turned and walked away to the tall double doors. Jongho stayed at your side, âForgive him. They told him about you this morning, and he's been cranky ever since. He claims it âthrew him offâ.âÂ
He pulled down the fluffy bed covers from you, revealing your naked body to the sunlit room. He acted as if he didnât notice your nudity, and offered you his arm. This proved helpful since you didn't see the platform step and nearly tripped into his arms. Your legs and knees quaked weakly once you stood up, and you winced from the stinging between your legs.Â
âThe only downside to good sex, huh?â He quipped, giving a knowing smile.Â
âYeah.â
âDon't worry,â he picked up a thin, white chemise from a nearby chair, âThe bath Master San prepared will help with that. He said a bit of soothing salt will take it away.â You lifted your arms for him to slip the chemise over you, âLet's get you washed up before Yeosang comes back whining again. You'll get used to his little tantrums soon enough,â he linked his arm with yours to help you walk properly, âWrath demons can be so sensitive. I told him we should give you a minute to adjust and he was all âYunho will get madâ. UghâŚâ
You hadn't noticed the room last night, but now seeing it full of sunlight, you took in the splendor. White paneled walls inlaid with gold surrounded the roomâs oak wood floors and went up high into the ceiling. You saw an oak vanity, a wardrobe cabinet, dresser and a desk around the room. It was a step up from the singular room in the bowels of the brothel. At least here you had privacy and fresh air through the tall windows.Â
Jongho brought you into a tiled room where a large bathtub sat in the very middle. White bubbles floated along the top of the steaming water, the soothing scent of lavender reaching your nose. You couldnât remember the last time you had a proper bath; you usually did a quick wipe down to keep the fluids from crusting on your skin. Yeosang rolled over a small cart ladened with various tubs and bottles you only assumed were meant for bathing. Big eyes looked up to the fake horns still on your head, and he forced you down into a seat.Â
âThese look ridiculous,â he huffed, peeking through the roots to see where the braiding kept it on your head. With expert fingers and a fine-toothed comb, he gradually began undoing them. âGood thing they didnât use stronger glue. We might not have been able to remove these,â he said once he finished with one side. âThose city slavers are true scoundrels. I donât blame Master San for slitting the manâs throat.â
âOh dear,â Jongho frowned, âHad they glued on a tail?â
âYes,â you nodded.Â
âWhy?â asked Yeosang.Â
Jongho lifted your chemise to show the scabbed area. âI hope it doesnât scar,â he said. âMaster Seonghwa wonât like that.â
âHm, doesnât seem too bad to me,â Yeosang said, resuming his horn removal. âWeâll apply some ointments to avoid scarring and infection. Get the tub ready.âÂ
When he removed the second âhornâ, you breathed a sigh of relief. This did not last long because Yeosang and Jongho lifted the chemise off your body, and put you into the tub. Neither of them said anything as they went about the bathroom. Each of them took a side of the tub: Jongho dipped a soft cloth into the water to start cleaning your grimy skin while Yeosang squirted a pink substance into your hair.Â
âWho is Yunho?â you asked out of curiosity, watching Jongho begin washing between your fingers and under your nails.Â
âHeâs the Head of House here,â said Yeosang, spreading the shampoo in your hair. âWe all answer to him, including you.â
âI thought Hongjoong-â
â-Master Hongjoong, girl,â he said sternly, digging into your scalp. You didnât know how he managed to scrub it, but he did. âThey are your masters now; that is how you address them at all times. Even if theyâre not in the room, you show your respect and gratitude. Understand?â
âYes.â
âAs I was saying,â he continued, pouring water into your hair with a cup and continuing to scrub more, âYunho is the Head of House-â
â-He means the house staff-â Jongho explained.Â
â-And heâs in charge of anything having to do with the domestics in the house,â he said. âThis includes kitchen and housekeeping duties. Now that the masters have a slave, you indirectly fall under his care. He will be your communication between the masters and you when theyâre not present. Anything regarding you is taken directly to him, and he decides how to proceed from there.â
âIndirectly?â
âHeâs our boss, technically,â Jongho said, starting to gently wipe at your neck, face and chest. âYeosang is the Chief Handler, so he takes care of everything concerning you: grooming, training, and well being. Iâm his assistant. Letâs say you fall ill, Yeosang takes care of getting to the doctor, medicine and other medical needs while I make sure you are as comfortable as possible.âÂ
âYou mentioned someone named Wooyoung?â you asked next, wiping water from your eyes when he finished.Â
âHeâs a slave groomer,â Yeosang told you. He rinsed out your hair as best as he could, then decided a second wash was needed. You felt his fingers digging into your scalp as if doing so loosened the oils left there. You wanted to protest, but you felt that would be pointless. âHe is the best. Heâll be in charge of your physical appearance and your wardrobe. Apparently, the masters demanded you have three separate wardrobes, but I imagine heâll be handsomely paid for the work.â
âAre there other slaves here?â
âYou mean, pleasure slaves like you?â
âYes.â
âNo. The Masters never bothered with pleasure slaves up until recently. They usually called on a brothel owner to bring his prettiest ones, and theyâd have their fun with that. I guess having one pleasure slave is cheaper in the long run.â
âTheyâd mentioned something about making me into what they want,â you said. âIâm not sure what they meant by that.â
âMe neither,â Jongho mused, cleaning your legs and feet. âI suppose they are bored with the succubi the brothel people bring. A lot of them are trained in the same classical way, so perhaps they wanted something new?â
âIt doesnât matter,â Yeosang said, running a thin white liquid through your hair, âItâs not our place to question their motives.â The new shampoo stung your scalp, and you reached up to touch it before he swatted your hands away. âItâs a pest treatment.â
âI do not have pests!â you exclaimed in shock.Â
âJudging by how this is foaming in your hair, yes, you did,â he started running another comb over only the roots before loosening into the rest of your hair, âI donât know how they bedded you last night. Youâre filthy.â
âItâs not her fault, Yeosang,â Jongho came to your defense, rinsing the body wash off your skin. âThose lower class brothels are infested with disease and filth.âÂ
âI am not dirt-â
â-Save it,â Yeosang cut you off. âAs I said, the masters have their reasons and we have no right to question them.âÂ
âBut we can wildly speculate,â Jongho grinned. âShe deserves to know why they chose her over a succubus or another type of demon. It must be confusing for her.â
âIt canât be that confusing. Why does it even matter? She is here now, and thatâs it. End of story.â
âThey never showed interest in the sinners outside of entertainment before.â
âSex is another form of entertainment, Jongho.â
âYes, but they usually mate with other demons, not humans. Iâm only saying it is strange. Do you think they did it to spite Her?â
âWho?â you asked, squeezing your eyes as Yeosang rinsed the treatment out in a separate bucket. When he pulled you away, you saw all the dirt heâd removed.You gasped at the tiny dots floating in the water.Â
âTheir mother,â Yeosang said, pulling you back in front of him. This time he slathered a mint-colored paste through your strands. âAnd no. In order to spite someone, you must actually care what they think.âÂ
Jongho finished scrubbing you with the first wash, then pulled out two scrubbing brushes. From a small white tub, he began smearing an exfoliant on your skin. It tingled and smelled of cucumber. âShe wonât be pleased when she hears they have a pleasure slave now.âÂ
âAnd that will be of no concern to them.â He let the paste sit in your hair, and joined Jongho in lathering you in the pale green cleanser. âStand up.â
âWhat?â
âStand up. We need to wash all of you before we apply the body toner, the exfoliant, the mud masks, and the serums and oils,â he said. âI told you this would be a long process. Stand up.â
You stood up, the air chilling your wet skin, and the two men started scrubbing. Their brushes scratched your skin raw, removing layers of grime and oil from you. You thought more about your new masters. You remembered them mentioning their plans for you. Hongjoong wanted the âperfect submissiveâ. Seonghwa wanted a âdollâ. San wanted a âwifeâ. You assumed they couldnât achieve their wishes with any regular slave, so they needed a slave from a lower level brothel. The high-class demon slaves must be a dime a dozen to these demon lords. With you, they believe they have a slave with no particular talents or skills. You didn't dare mention that you'd technically lied, but it's not your fault they never asked. If they want to shape you, you'd let them. You'd do anything to avoid going back to the brothel; not when you have such a good thing going here.Â
You jumped when a cold hand touched between your legs. Yeosang said nothing as he covered your sex in a bright blue foam. Since it lacked any sensuality, you couldnât help feeling a bit of embarrassment.Â
âDoes it sting?â he asked you from his crouched position.Â
âNo?â
âGood. Then that means there are no lesions we have to worry about.âÂ
You yelped next when Jongho applied the same foam to your backside. âSorry,â he giggled, âI should have warned you first. The masters asked us to do a thorough clean up before Wooyoung arrives.âÂ
âI will say,â Yeosang said, âYou do have a very nice body. I can see why the masters took you right away, filth and all.â
âUm, thank you?â
âTake it,â Jongho whispered when he stood behind you, âItâs the closest youâll get to a compliment.âÂ
Jongho applied lotion to your top half while Yeosang took care of the bottom half. The same was done when they took you to a chair near the window. As Jongho cleaned, cut and shaped your nails, Yeosang did the same with your toes. You thought it might fall under Wooyoungâs jurisdiction, but you didnât question it. Your head went back to wrapping itself around everything happening. You clearly have entered a new class of slave, and you didnât know if that was good or bad. You arenât particularly special apart from being moderately good at things and a damned human soul. What interest would they have in that? If they grew tired of their own kind, you knew theyâd eventually lose interest in you too. You shuddered to think what that looked like.Â
So, you must do whatever they say. Just like everything in your new life, if you make the higher-ups happy, you stay where you are. You would not have gotten to a top-rank position in your previous life otherwise.Â
âIs she presentable?âÂ
Yunho appeared in the doorway in his black suit, hands behind his back and seriousness on his face. Both Yeosang and Jongho shot up the moment they saw him, not bothered by the tools falling to the floor.Â
âYes, sir,â said Yeosang in a curt nod.Â
He walked further into the room and looked over your nude body. âHm, yes, I suppose this will have to do,â he approved. âWooyoung is in the dressing room. Take her there, and Iâll send Mingi to meet you. Her breakfast?â
âCook is already preparing her breakfast as we speak, sir.âÂ
âThe Masters explicitly asked that she maintain a healthy diet,â he said. âTheyâve requested three square meals, treats if sheâs well behaved and snacks to stave off hunger. I already told Cook how they want her meals planned out. It should be ready by the time Wooyoung finishes. I'll send Mingi to collect her when he's done.â
âWho is Mingi?âÂ
âYour bodyguard,â he answered, âThe Masters insisted you be watched over at all times. Mingi is the best of the best. He will make sure youâre safe when The Masters are absent.â
âThatâsâŚnice of them.â
Yunho stepped forward, âI donât think you realize exactly who you belong to now, YN. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and San are three of Prince Asmodeusâs many offspring which earns them high-born status and royal titles. They are important men in this realm. They can't be seen owning a dirty pleasure slave. What would people think?â
âI was under the impression they donât care what anyone thinks.â
He laughed softly, âThey donât and they do simultaneously. Unless you enjoyed being infested with fleas?â
âI didnât have fleas,â you argued.Â
Yunho huffed, âRegardless, Yeosang, theyâre waiting in the dressing room.â
âOf course.â
Both Yeosang and Jongho bowed as he left the room. They grabbed a new, thicker chemise for you to wear and took you back through the bedroom and into a separate room. It was a large closet from what you guessed. Women dressed in maidâs outfits walked about the space hanging up clothes, stacking shoeboxes, and storing jewelry. In the middle of the room stood a skinny, black-haired demon in a black suit with shimmering cuffs and hem line. He directed a pair of maids to hang up three black dresses in the second clothing rack instead of the first.Â
âSeonghwa is the eldest, so letâs keep this by age order. Hongjoongâs wardrobe is in the middle, thank you,â he said to them. He turned to see Yeosang and Jongho by the dressing room door, and he beamed brightly. âYeosangie! Jongho! How are you?!â
He hugged both men happily, âSo good to see you both again. I thought Iâd never get another job in the Black Keep after Mistress left. Where is she?â
âRight here,â Jongho brought you forward. âWooyoung, this is YN. YN, this is Wooyoung, your groomer.â
âHello,â you said, trying to smile.
âArenât you a beauty?â Wooyoung marveled, walking around you in a circle. âWhen Yunho told me to expect slum trash, I was expecting matted hair, scars, fleas and sores. This one can almost pass as a demon if you look at her in the right lights. You sure sheâs not a cambion?â
âNo, sheâs not a half-breed,â said Yeosang. âI hope this means youâre satisfied?â
âVery,â he grinned, touching one of your wet locks, âSheâs like a fresh canvas. I canât wait to get started. You two can leave; you, come with me.â
He shooed your handlers away and brought you over to a vanity mirror. Right away, maids surrounded the both of you. Wooyoung dried your hair the way you normally would, taking as much time as he needed, before adding protectants and serums. Your hair smelled like rosemary oil by the time he finished braiding and weaving it into a halo shape. The maids applied light makeup while two more painted your nails in a french manicure.Â
âYouâre a groomer, huh? Like a stylist, right?â
âKind of,â he said, walking over to a section separate from the three main clothing stations, âI cater to the upper classes rather than the poorer ones. Rich demons like their slaves to look pretty, and those common stylists simply do not have the vision nor the taste that my clients have. I can make a slum slut look like a princess, while the one you had could barely pass you off as a succubus.â He stood in front of the opposite wall, staring at the different outfits heâd brought with him. âThatâs why your masters called on me to dress you.âÂ
âWhat are you dressing me with today?â
âI have no idea. They didnât tell me which of them youâd be with today, so Iâll go with my gut on this. Iâll go withâŚâ he scanned the rack, fingers dancing over the different fabrics before stopping, âYes, this one should be nice. Itâs simple, clean and pretty. You have no idea how many times the word âprettyâ was used in that letter. My assistants and I played a drinking game with it.âÂ
He brought over a short pale blue sundress. It reminded you of the dresses you used to wear at your summer house. Flowing dresses that kept you cool in the summer season and left a bit to the imagination. Your boss at the time loved seeing you in shorter sun dresses, but you only wore those to please him. Sleeping with him got you the office manager position youâd wanted. Your masters reminded you of him in a way: A horny rich man with particular kinks and preferences. Back then, you played whatever trope your lover wanted. You endured their flirtations because it meant youâd climb higher on the ladder; youâd have more money, more freedom.Â
When you died in that club bathroom, you lost all of that.Â
Yeosang and Jongho returned, followed by another man. He stood taller than both of them, with long blond hair he kept to his shoulders. Like most of the house staff, he wore a suit, except he looked more militarized with the buttons down the front and a sword sheathed at his waist. He gave you the same stone stare a lot of people around here had.Â
âYN, this is Mingi,â Yeosang introduced the guard behind them. âHeâs your bodyguard. He'll be in charge of your security and safety.â
âNice to meet you,â you said as Wooyoung slipped the dress over your head and fixed it around your waist.Â
Mingi only nodded his head.Â
âHurry and finish,â Yeosang said to you, âThe Masters have woken up already and theyâre already having breakfast.â
âI'm going, I'm going. Iâm putting the very last touches,â Wooyoung grabbed a perfume bottle, then sprayed it all around you. âThere, sheâs ready.âÂ
Coughing on the scent of vanilla in the air, you looked at yourself in a nearby mirror. The person that looked at you in the mirror resembled the living version more than the dead one. The living you adorned herself with luxury brands, went to the salon regularly, drove fancy cars, had a penthouse where she threw parties every weekend. She had her own stockbroker company; she rolled in money regardless of how many lives she'd ruined. She stared at you now in the mirror, looking the same except for her eyes. Your eyes. They did not have the confidence or perhaps arrogance you once carried. No amount of makeup could conceal the emptiness inside.Â
âTheyâre going to be so pleased!â Jongho beamed, a gummy smile bringing up his cheeks. âShe looks wonderful!â
âWell done, Wooyoung,â Yeosang bowed slightly, âYouâll be paid handsomely for this.â
âI hope so,â he said, âAnd well done to you too. I heard she was a mess when they brought her here.â
âFilthy, for certain,â he replied. âCome, Iâll take you to Yunho for your payment. Jongho, take YN to her masters. Theyâre in the dining room.â
âYes.â
Yeosang and Wooyoung left the room, and Jongho turned to you. âYou look beautiful, YN,â he grinned at you, leading you out of the dressing room through another door. Walking into a carpeted hallway, Mingi stayed five steps behind you while Jongho walked beside you.Â
âWooyoung really knew what he was doing when he dressed you in that. Itâll go nicely with your collar when The Masters go to pick it up.â
âCollar?â
âYou didnât think youâd be walking around without one, did you? How else are people supposed to know you belong to someone already?âÂ
âRightâŚI never gave it much thought.â
âWell, I havenât seen it yet, but I bet itâs going to be beautiful. Nothing like those leather straps I see the common slaves wear,â he said. âIâm sure itâll match your leashes too.â
You hated leashes. If being owned by someone didnât strip you of your humanity, being tugged around on a leash did. Rufus used to tell you that sort of freedom needed to be earned; it wasnât given automatically. At least you had a bedroom and not a pet bed or a cage.Â
Jongho led you through several corridors before bringing you into a dining room. More posh furniture, expensive possessions and fancy artwork surrounded the room. At a dining table, you saw the three brothers sitting together. They each picked at the breakfast spread laid out before them, talking as they ate and drank. None of them noticed either you or Jongho, so wrapped up in their conversation that they didnât care for the servants nearby. You took sight of the other maids standing by; how they remained silent like statues, meant to be seen and only called upon when needed.Â
âMasters,â Jongho said to get their attention, âYour pet is here.âÂ
The three of them smiled when they saw you. Eyes undressed you a second time, mouths dropping open and eyes growing heavy.Â
âShe looks phenomenal,â Seonghwa said first. âLike a delicate piece of cake.â
âA yummy cake,â Hongjoong smirked, eyes far too focused on your chest. âI personally prefer her with nothing at all.â
âWe discussed this already, Hongjoong,â Seonghwa looked at him, âShe is not walking about here naked.â
âShe doesn't have to be fully naked,â he remarked. âLingerie works just as well.â
âI think she's lovely either way,â said San, âSit with us.â
Jongho brought you to the other side of the table. All three of them continued staring, and you didn't know how to react or feel. Jongho pulled your chair out for you, placed a cloth napkin in your lap and pushed you forward. He said nothing as he left you alone with your new Owners.Â
âHow are you feeling, Pet?â Hongjoong asked, returning to his breakfast. âNot too sore, I hope.â
âNothing beyond what I normally feel,â you admitted. Sitting did feel uncomfortable, but nothing you could not manage on your own.Â
âReally? No stinging pain or soreness anywhere?â San asked, drinking from a coffee cup. âYou don't have to be brave around us, Darling.â
âIt's there, but I'm used to it,â you admitted.Â
âThen we have to make an effort to have you really feeling it the next time, don't we?â Hongjoong smirked.Â
âUgh, Joongie,â Seonghwa rolled his eyes. âIgnore him, Kitten. You'll come to learn Master Hongjoong is quite lewd.â
âYou say that as if you're not.â
âAlright, I stand corrected: he is openly lewd.â He quietly sipped from his tea cup, and said, âBut, I want to know more about you, Kitten. What were you before you died?â
You squirmed in your seat. âA CEO of my own companyâŚâ you answered softly, not meeting their eyes. Shame instantly cane over you saying the words out loud.Â
âBut last night you told us that you're basically useless as a slave,â said Hongjoong. âHow could you own your own company?â
You didn't want to answer. You couldn't bear saying it out loud. âI sort ofâŚcheated my way there?â
âHow?âÂ
âShe fucked her way to the top,â snorted Hongjoong, finishing off his stew. He gave a taunting laugh, âI fucking knew it.â
âYeah, I didâŚâ
Seonghwa continued staring at you. You felt him scanning over you like they'd done last night. Jongho returned with a silver tray with a cup of milk, a bowl of oatmeal and fresh fruit. You forced yourself to focus on the food rather than the demon's attentive stare. You promised yourself you'd keep your previous life private. Whenever a client or a fellow slave asked, you lied each time. Yet, something told you that lying to these three is pointless. You ate some of the oatmeal, tasted the cinnamon flavored oats and dropped a few blueberries into it.Â
âYou scammed people,â Seonghwa smirked knowingly. You hated the violated feeling he left inside your head. It felt as if someone poked a hole and stuck the screwdriver around. âDidn't you?â
âI did.â
âHow?â
âMy company sold stocks,â you admitted, stirring your oatmeal to focus on something else. You tried not thinking about anything but the mushy, milky oats turning a tinged blue. âThat's it.â
âThat's not it, though,â Seonghwa said, his eyes narrowing and grinning, âYou made people go broke after you stole their money from them. A man even killed himself after he lost his life savings. Your company left a lot of people way worse than if you'd left them alone.â He leaned forward, âYou stole their money because you wanted to live a life of ultimate excess. Sex, money, power, alcoholâŚdrugs.â
You forced down more oatmeal at the word.Â
âDo you want to tell my brothers how you died or do you want me to?âÂ
âI overdosed on coke in a club bathroom.â
âHad a snow day in that stall, huh?â Hongjoong joked.
âItâs not something Iâm proud of.â
âYou sound like you were proud of it at the time.â
âOf course I was,â you argued. âI was a single woman with no college education, working a high-paying job, sleeping with people I wanted to sleep with, and doing whatever I felt like doing.â
âSome of those people just happened to be married too,â Seonghwa sneered. Hands intertwined, he placed them on the table and said, âIt appears our pet was quite naughty in her previous life.â
âObviously,â San rolled his eyes. âBut, sheâs a good girl now, which is all that matters to me,â he smiled fondly at you, then chewed his bacon.
âI love the naughty ones,â Hongjoong said, drinking from a wine cup. âI love the high-spirited, fierce ones. Theyâre fun to break. I wonder how long it took them to break you? A year? Two?â
âI suppose. Time works differently here.â
âIt does,â San said, âBesides, why does any of that matter? Sheâs here now and that should be enough.â
âIâm not going to have a total stranger in my house,â Seonghwa looked over at him. âI like to know what I can.â
âAs if you canât just burrow into her head and find it yourself like you just did,â he pointed out.Â
âI prefer she give me the information willingly, rather than me having to find it myself,â Seonghwa said. âItâs more fun watching them squirm as they reveal themselves to me.â He turned back to you, âItâs like peeling back an orange and seeing the veins underneath. Our secrets, no matter how small, stick to us like a second skin. Getting to spend my whole day flaying that skin gives me no greater satisfaction. I like seeing the filth and wickedness these human sinners try hiding. Itâs my job to make them confess and accept their fate. Judging from how you ended up being a slave, you already felt guilty for what youâd done.â
âPsh, too late for repentance now,â Hongjoong laughed softly.
âHow did you become a slave, Darling?â San said.
âThey asked me.â
âWho?â
âThe slavers. They come around the circles and ask if anyone wishes to trade their punishment in for a lighter punishment.â
âDid they tell you what this âlighter punishmentâ was?â
âNo. I didnât know until I had the collar around my neck.â
âThey didnât brand you,â Hongjoong noted. âThey usually brand the slaves.â
âThey thought itâd damage me,â you shrugged.
You thought back to the slaver whoâd clapped chains on you. A hulking demon with dark green skin and beady black eyes came regularly to the circle of lust looking for demon slaves. Usually, they go for the other demons looking to escape their poverty, but occasionally they take humans. He thought you were pretty enough for a human. Youâd make him a lot of money, he said. After a few months with him, he sold you off to somebody else. That slaver then put you up for auction after you slashed a patron with a broken bottle. The man who bought you after that enjoyed using the whip, and he liked using it on you.Â
âI bet after you started seeing that perhaps enslavement is worse than whatever punishment you served in your circle,â Hongjoong guessed. You saw the delight at the idea in his eyes. âAfter a few years of being abused and raped by demons night after night slowly broke you. Having your dignity stripped from you inch by inch and piece by piece left you a walking shell, huh?â His eyes glinted with a smile, âI wish Iâd been there. Itâs an entertaining sight, watching a slave be broken. Itâs a shame theyâd broken you already,â he pouted in a sigh, âIâd love to have been the one to break you.â
âBut the broken ones are so bland,â San said. âThey have no personality. Theyâre always sad and miserable. It makes for a really boring fuck.â
âExtremely boring,â Seonghwa agreed.
You drank some coffee, black and bitter, to keep yourself from speaking. Thereâd been nights where you enjoyed it. It wasnât always bad. You found demon cock and pussy better than anything you had before. A few customers might get rough with you, toss you around and beat you to pieces before taking it, but not all of them. As long as you faked resistance with some, the brothel owners did not come down on you. Last night had been the best of them all.
Seonghwaâs laugh broke through your thoughts. âSlut,â he said, amused.
âWhat?â Hongjoong asked eagerly. âWhat did you see?â
âThey broke you well,â Seonghwa said to you. âYou began to like it after a while.â
âYou did?â Hongjoong laughed.
âA lot,â he answered for you. âThatâs definitely a bonus for us,â he said, finishing his breakfast and wiping his mouth. âThat way we can bypass all the tears and fussing. It makes for a really ruined orgasm, and I donât know about you, but I donât like my sluts weeping when Iâm fucking them.â He stood up from his seat and walked over to you. You stayed still as warm hands rested on your shoulders and his lips touched your ear. âUnless itâs because theyâre so overwhelmed and overstimulated they canât take it anymore.â His hands went down your arms and came at level with your breasts, âYou were magnificent last night, Kitten. You took our cocks so well and did so much more than what we expected from you. I fell asleep thinking about your mouth wrapped around my dick, sucking me softly and slowly.â He cupped your breasts through your dress, the gentle touch making you gasp. âAnd your pussyâŚâ he exhaled deeply, âYour sweet pussy really did taste like honey. I wonder who did that? Humans only taste like that if a demon made it that way. I could eat it all day,â he pecked underneath your ear, âAnd have you ride me right after.â He groped your breasts, creating a tightness inside you. âI canât wait to have you to myself.â
âMasterâŚâ you breathed, gripping the edges of your chair as he pinched your nipples through the dress.
Seonghwa chuckled deeply, giving your neck a kiss, âI regret going into work so early now. How can I be expected to be content with a good breakfast when I have your sensitive sex in front of me? Itâs torture itself.â He gave your neck another kiss, then stood up straight. âIâm off, Brothers,â he said, âIâll see you all tonight.â
They waved him goodbye, leaving you with San and Hongjoong. Clearly, the sight of Seonghwa coaxing a reaction from you propelled Hongjoong to do the same. The red-haired demon came up to you next. Standing beside you, he traced your jawline before turning your chin. You looked up at him, seeing the gleam of arousal in his eyes as he examined you.
âItâs a shame Iâm working all day,â he sighed. His thumb traced the bottom lip line, âIâd love to spend the day edging and teasing you until youâre weeping from need.â He crouched beside you, sliding his hand under the arm and into your lap. You jumped in place as he felt beneath your dress. âI imagine this pussy,â he pressed his fingers to your sex, sliding them up and down your slit, âGets very, very, wet if I try hard enough.â He pushed one finger further into the soft material to feel the wetness growing there. He laughed, âAlready getting wet for me, huh? Filthy slut.â He nuzzled your neck as he continued circling your clit, âMy dirty slut. My good whore. All mine, whenever I want you. Iâm supposed to share you with my brothers, as weâd all agreed,â he smiled into your neck as you shifted around his fingers, âBut that doesnât mean I wonât fuck you on their days either. A quick one in the bathroom or in Hwaâs libraryâŚmaybe in the garden after dark, where itâs only you and me and Iâm pumping more of my cum into you. I saw how much you came whenever we finished inside you. Youâre going to be so full, Pet. So fucking full youâll be bursting from that tight hole.â
 âDonât you have sinners to go torture, Joong?â San appeared on the other side of you. âYou know they donât like it when youâre late. Youâre their best Affliction.â
Hongjoong huffed contemptuously, removing his hand from under your dress. âFine,â he grumbled, standing up. âIâll be home after dark.â
âAs always.â
Hongjoong walked out of the room scowling, but this did not bother San. He gave you a gentle smile when you two were the last ones. He put his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb as he spoke.
âYou really were wonderful last night,â he said, looking to where his hand was on your body. âYou were so well behaved and made me cum so hard. Iâve never had a whore who made me cum like that. You really are something special.â
âIâm happy you were pleased, Master,â you responded, doing your best not to melt into his touch.
âI was very, very pleased,â he chuckled. âYou only did for me what any good servant does for her masters; what any good wife would do for her husband.â
So he meant it when he said youâd roleplay as his wife.
âCome with me,â he said, kissing your cheek. âI want to show you our room.â
You followed San from the dining room, through a hall with checkered floors and two staircases going upwards. The space between doors indicated that the rooms inside must be big. You guessed the mastersâ individual rooms by the doors themselves. Seonghwaâs doors had two masked faces on either side of the frame; both gave austere gazes through empty eye sockets, staring straight ahead to the opposite wall. Hongjoong kept succubus decals outside his door, the two slim figures in the same suggestive pose and half-naked. Sanâs doors had two sigils on either door: a shield with two swords crossing over it. This is where you stopped.Â
He opened the door, and led you into a foyer area where you saw a coat rack, key holders, and a mat. Bright yellow walls stretched throughout the main room, with a dark green carpet on the floor. The furniture reminded you of the retro 50âs styles youâd see on television. It came with the old school big televisions, a record player, and matching green couches and an armchair. Paintings on the walls seemed like the kind someone might buy at a thrift store, mass produced with no name. San had not been joking when he said he wanted a housewife.
âThis is obviously the living room,â San said, gesturing to the large room. Even the curtains reminded you of the ones from your grandmotherâs house, a hideous floral pattern that matched the greenery of the room. âYou donât have to worry about cleaning anything since the maids come here and do that, but Iâd like it if you at least pretended you had. You know, mention cleaning something or doing our laundry or whatever comes to you when I come home. I like thinking that you went through the trouble of keeping my house orderly for me.â
âYes, Master.â
âAnd breakfast and lunch is already covered by Cook,â he said, âAll you need to worry about is dinner.â
âIâŚI donât know how to cook very wellâŚâ
âThatâs not a problem. You only need to plan out the dinner meal, and have the kitchen make it for you. Of course, youâll be serving it yourself. I would like you to at least have a drink prepared for me when I come home. I left you a list of drinks I like by the bar,â he pointed to a small bar in the corner.
âHow will I know when you come home?â
âSimple,â he retrieved a laminated paper from the bar and handed it to you, âI have a schedule that youâll be following.â
You read the schedule to yourself as San went to the bar. â6am, regular morning routine with handlers. 7am, wake Husband up-â
â-Preferably with a blowjob or something. Itâs a good start to the day-â
â-7:30am, prepare breakfast-â
â-Cook has a list of foods that I like that you can choose from-â
â-9am, breakfast with Husband-â
â-In our dining room,â he led you into another room, a lovely dining area with a dark wood table and chairs. âItâs only on Sundays that weâd eat with Hongjoong and Seonghwa.â
â-10am, see Husband off to work-â
â-On my days only-â
â-10am to 5pm, clean house and run errands as needed. Prepare self last ten minutes for husband-â
â-No husband likes coming home to a frazzled wife. I like seeing you pretty when I come home-â
â-6pm, dinner with Husband. 7pm, bath and bed routine. 8pm bedtime.â
It was the stereotypical housewife schedule youâd expected. Your own mother followed a similar routine because she didnât know any better. Every woman in your family married right out of high school, had children, cleaned their house, went to their own jobs if they had one, and came home to cook dinner and take care of their husband. Youâd told yourself youâd never follow such a lifestyle. Thereâd been more to life than catering to a man and popping out babies for him.
âWhat do you think?â San asked for your opinion.Â
âThe truth?â
âPreferably.â
âIt reminds me of my mother,â you said, keeping the bittersweetness out of your voice. âShe had the same routine, except she still worked. All day. Every day, she served my deadbeat dad like he was a king. The bastard never showed an ounce of appreciation. She slaved over stoves, vacuum carpets, and cleaned toilets. She did everything he wanted her to do, and he never gave anything back. All he did was take and take and take.âÂ
âTouched a nerve, huh?â San teased with a smile.Â
âI hated him.â
âMost girls with daddy issues had one that loved them too much or not enough. Which one are you?â
âStupid bitch! Youre so goddamn worthless! Why do I even keep you and that brat around?!â
âDarling?â
âI'm sorry, Jack! I'm sorry! I'llâŚI'll remake it, I promise!â
âDarling, you in there?â
âYou got detention again? Why am I not surprised? You might as well quit school, kid. The only thing you'll be smart enough to do is lay on your back!â
âHey, come back to me.â
You snapped back into reality with San's gentle touch. Rough hands sliding over your softer ones soothed the shakiness of your bones. You took notice of his kind eyes, and how they did not seem to delight in your misery. They pitied you. He wrapped a hand behind your neck and another brought you closer to him. His warmth felt comforting now, his spiced scent reminding you of warm cinnamon rolls on a lazy sunday morning. You hated the effects incubus pheromones did to you. They often used them to subdue you; it made you more compliant. But, with San, this did not feel that way.
âMaybe I won't be so strict on my schedule,â he decided, seeing the permanent sadness in your eyes. âMy older brothers will already be enough. You don't need me adding to it-â
â-No, no,â you shook your head. âI will follow your schedule as you asked. You're my master. I'm supposed to please you according to your comfort levels, not mine.â
âBut I want you to enjoy it too,â he said. âYour comfort here means a lot to me.â
âIt does?â
âYes, of course. You're my pet now,â he lifted your chin so you looked at him, âI want to take care of you.âÂ
You couldn't trust the word of a demon. They all lie. Yet, you accepted his false promise.Â
âDid you have siblings?â He asked, hoping to move onto something else.
âNo. It was just the three of us.â
âLucky. I have dozens of half-siblings. My father is the Prince of Lust, so you can imagine that results in a lot of kids,â he chuckled softly. âCambion and full blooded demons in my family tree. I donât even know most of them, since we're all so scattered.âÂ
âThen why do you live with your brothers? Do you have the same mother?â
âWe do," he answered. "Kim Youngmi, the meanest bitch I've had the pleasure of meeting. She doesn't come around much, so it's not such a big deal. We don't really see our dad either, since he isn't really a paternal type."
âI do too,â he then said, âIf it makes you feel better, he's likely down in the circles while you're up here at the top.â
"I wish mine could've been the same way.â
âWe're still in the same place.â
âOh, Darling,â he sighed, âMaybe one day you'll realize exactly where you are. You're not living in a dirty, gross brothel anymore. You're living in the Black Keep high up on the hill in the Land of Depravity. You must understand how important that makes you now.â
San brought you into his arms, eyes growing lustful as he felt down your back. That familiar scent from last night came back, relaxing your tense body. âIt's a shame I can't breed you,â he said, changing subject once again. âIâd love to see you round and swollen with my kid. Theyâd be as beautiful and sweet as you, and as strong as me. They could fill up those empty rooms, pattering around and causing chaos in this place. I really wish we could,â He kissed your lips softly, âBut that doesnât mean I canât try, right? You love it when I cum inside you, donât you?â
âYes,â you breathed as he kissed you again.
He grinned, âGood to know. Knowing you liked that only made me want to fill you up with more of it in each hole.â
The arousal his brothers started stirred in your stomach as San kissed you again. This time he locked his lips with yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out an involuntary gasp feeling his tongue snake its way inside and brush with yours. San groaned softly, sliding his hands down your back to grab your ass. When he slid his tongue away, he gave several kisses which ended with a tug to your lower lip. Your hands rested on his muscled arms, feeling them flex through his crisp white shirt. For a moment, you imagined him without the upturned horns and the black claws that can rip and tear through you. Heâd be the hot new guy at your office, eager to start working and making money. Youâd be only eager to get into his pants. San pressed you against the dining table, your legs instinctively spread for him.
âSuch a good girl,â he said, starting to kiss down your neck, âReady to go whenever I want.â He stepped back and looked you over. âThey put you in such a short dress.â
âDo you not like it?â
âIâm not a big fan of it,â he admitted, âBut that doesnât stop me at all.â He put his hands on the hem of your dress, and lifted it off of you. In nothing but the white lace bra and panty set Wooyoung put you in, you stayed still to let him look at you. âThisâŚâ he breathed, reaching up to squeeze one of your tits, âThis I certainly donât mind.â
You bit your lip as you watched him start a trail of kisses over your cleavage. Little by little, San tugged down the bra underneath your breasts until the straps came down your shoulders. Your bare flesh exposed to him, San moaned as he took one nipple in his mouth. You grinded into his bulge, big and steadily hardening, when the small sensitive sparks started bursting. His hot tongue traced the wrinkled skin of your nipples, flicking at the peak at the very end while he squeezed them more. You couldnât help yourself from reaching down his hard body to the tent forming in his black slacks.
âMm, yes,â he breathed, giving each nipple a soft bite, âStroke it. Take it out and stroke it for me, Darling.âÂ
You unbuckled his belt, whimpering as he continued sucking on your nipples, and pulled him out. Just as big and hard as last night, your mouth watered feeling the hot, hard muscle twitch in your hand. The temperature between you went up once you both started kissing again, moaning into each otherâs mouths. You found yourself grinding against nothing, eager to have friction against your aching sex. San saw this and turned you around so you stood in front of him. Lifting one of your legs, he placed his thigh up against you while he held you there.
âThere you go, sweetheart,â he said in your ear, âRub against my leg. I want you to leave a little wet spot there for me. Go ahead and make a mess on my pants. I wonât be mad.â
You leaned into him and started rubbing yourself into the hard thigh. Not an ounce of fat on this man; none at all. San was all muscle, which he flexed as you started stroking him again. You continued in time with your humping, whining like a bitch in heat for him. His cock throbbed in your hand in every squeeze of his tip, and he let out a low groan when you reached down to his balls momentarily.
âKeep doing that,â he said, forcing you to keep your hand on them, âIt feels so damn good. I love feeling your pretty hand on my ballsâŚfuck, yesâŚâ
He took hold of your ass to guide you along his thigh. The touch urged you to pleasure him more. His low hums rumbled in his chest as you kissed down his neck. San took a moment to unbutton the first few buttons to give you access to his warm, taupe skin. You rolled his balls in your hand, cupping them how he cupped your ass and giving a gentle squeeze. Your pussy grew wetter the longer you humped his thigh, the juices seeping through your panties and onto his pants.
âGosh, youâre getting so wet, Darling,â he said in a raspy voice, pinching your nipple as you traveled back up his length. âI love it.â
Gosh, he was big. You loved taking in his length and girth. In the real world, heâd likely split you in half but not here. Not when youâre dead, and your body molded to take him in all and every angle. You wanted it again. You picked up the pace on his thigh, whining and jerking him until his precum dripped from the slit. This amused San, who started teasing your nipple again with his fingers. His teasing had you trembling in his grasp, combined with his hard body underneath you.Â
âCum for me,â he said, capturing your lips with his. âCum on my thigh. I want you to make a mess for me to flaunt around.â
Your free hand on his shoulder, you rode out your orgasm. It hit you much harder than youâd expected, your muscles seizing tightly and only relaxing when you finished. Breathing hard into his shoulder, your legs became jelly once again. The strong, muscled demon had no problem pulling you onto his lap against the table and turning you over. Pushing your panties aside, San plunged right into your clenching hole all the way to his balls. He kept your knees on either side of him as he started pumping himself inside you. You put one of his hands on your tits, wanting him to play with them again while he fucked you. He didnât deny you this, and grabbed it exactly how he had before.
Your grunts and moans joined together into the air. Back arching against the hardwood, you lost yourself in San. His cinnamon pheromone filled your lungs, becoming better than any line of cocaine youâd ever snorted. It gave you the energy you needed to keep taking his cock even after an orgasm. You could feel his tip pushing into your g-spot each time, creating a bulge in your lower belly as itâd done last night. San noticed this, staring down where your bodies met and he kept the same depth and pace. You touched right where you felt him the most as if this might pleasure him further, and this aroused him even more.
âTouch yourself for me,â San said in a shaky breath, âRub that clit for me.â
Fingers pressing to your soaked clit, you rolled them around in circles for him. âMasterâŚâ you breathed, âMaster, please donât stop. It feels so fucking good. Donât stop.â
âI wonât, Darling,â he breathed. âI wonât. Just keeping rubbing your pussy like that and I'll keep going as long as you want.â
He then lifted you off the table, holding you in his strong arms as he bounced you up and down on it. You didnât dare question exactly how strong your demon âhusbandâ was, but it had you shaking in his embrace. It might as well be a work out for him with your size. Every deep, hard thrust brought up your volume. You couldnât stop yourself.Â
Thatâs likely why you didnât hear Yunho walk in on you. The butler didnât say anything. He didnât make his presence known to San. He only stood in the doorway, stock still with hands behind his back. Having him watch so intently, maintain eye contact with him as San grunted in your ear, brought on a new orgasm. One of the things youâd liked about the brothel were the lack of walls. The poorer patrons fucked in the open, main lounge in front of everyone.
Yunhoâs gaze turned from stone to enjoyment the longer he watched. He is likely instructed to wait until his masters are done before speaking.
âYunho is here, isnât he?â San said in your ear, breathing hard as his orgasm approached.
âYes.â
âDo you want him to stay and watch or should I send him away?â
You didnât particularly know Yunho other than his position in the house, but having his round puppy eyes focused on you had you burning.
âIâŚâ what would San want?
âIt wonât be his first time.â He pressed his lips to your neck, âThere are peep holes all around the house. In the bathrooms, the dressing rooms, the bathrooms, everywhere. He prefers to watch rather than play.â
âHeâŚHeâŚIâŚâ
âYunho,â San put you back on the table, âCome sit here.â
âYes, Master.â
Yunho took a seat at the table, removing his gloves and placing them on the table. His eyes met yours, and you expected him to touch you, but he didnât. He looked over your face, then down to your breasts and then where San pounded into you. You heard the faint sound of a buckle and zipper before he slid his hand into his pants. San lifted you further and spread you apart so Yunho had a view of him inside you. Yunhoâs mouth fell open at the sight, and he instantly began pumping himself.
âIsnât her cunt pretty, Yunho?â San asked in a smirk, head tilting back as you gripped him tightly.
âVery,â he swallowed, his arm moving slowly up and down.
San withdrew for a moment to rub his length along your sex, making sure to gather all the juices and spread them enough for Yunho to see. When he tapped on it, the light smacks jerked your knees and curled your toes. Yunho could also see the strings of fluids keeping Sanâs length connected to yours. He let out a particularly loud groan seeing your wetness being pooled and played with by his master. You wriggled on the table for San to put his cock back in, but your master did something different. Pulling you by the knees, he made you face Yunho from the other side after bending you over the edge. Yunho leaned back in his chair as you bounced against Sanâs hips, nearly drooling when San grabbed your arms to expose your bouncing breasts.
âLook how hard he is for you,â San moaned in your ear. âIâve never seen him get hard so quickly. Then again,â you almost heard him smile, âYunho has a fetish for humans.â
He instantly started going faster and harder, slowly going over the edge in each thrust. Yunho stayed transfixed on you the entire time. Your mouth hung open once you saw him pull himself from the restraints of his pants. Not as long as his masters, Yunho did have the width that had you wishing heâd join in. You arched your back more so he saw the rest of you. He began stroking faster, and you saw more clear precum sliding down from the head. Thick and red, you nearly drooled seeing it in his big hand.
âFuck, I wanna cum inside you. I want to fill-fill you up, and get you pregnant. Nothing would make me fucking happier,â San said, lifting your knee to the table, bending you forward further and reaching your g-spot once more. âBending you over this table while you're carrying oneâŚHaving you ride me slowâŚfuck, that'd feel so damn good, wouldn't it?â
âYes, yes, Mas-a-ster,â you cried between gritted teeth.Â
âWouldn't you like to see that too, Yunho?â
âYesâŚYes, I wouldâŚâ
"Doesnât my slave fuck nicely?â
âYes, sir.â
âDo you like watching her?â
âYes, sir,â he croaked through a moan as he gripped his chair tightly. His body contorting to his pleasure, the obscene sounds of his slick cock joined his moans. âSheâŚSheâŚâ
âShe, what?â
âSheâsâŚso beautiful. She fucked you so well last night, sir,â he confessed, going faster and shutting his eyes. âIâve never seen humans take a demon cock like that.â
âThatâs what I said,â San took your waist and pinned you to the table. âThatâsâŚThatâs what I said!â
San released his orgasm right at that moment. Yunho quickly came to his at the same time, thick streams sliding down his underside onto his pants. You shook and clawed at the table feeling Sanâs cum spray your insides. The distinct heat and the squishing from below had you crying for more. San gave a few more deep pumps, slowly coming down from his orgasm as he twitched inside you. He said nothing as he withdrew from you, placed you on the table facing Yunho, and showed him your pussy. Messy, sloppy, and oozing with Sanâs demon cum, Yunhoâs orgasm seemed to heighten instead of fall back down.
âA demon of greed and excess,â San explained in a breath, âThey have a hard time letting go of good thingsâŚYou might know something about that.â
Yunho eventually finished, slumping into the chair and tilting his head back. Clearly, creampies were one of Yunhoâs favorite things, from what you guessed by the amount of cum on his pants and shirt.
âIâmâŚIâm sorry, Master,â he breathed, coming back to himself. He grabbed a cloth from his jacket and hurriedly cleaned himself. âIâŚI shouldnât haveâŚâ
âItâs fine, Yunho,â San assured him. âYouâve served us very well. You deserve nice things from time to time. YN didnât mind either,â he said. He looked at his watch, âAh, I have to go.â He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. âGood thing Iâm commentating the arena today,â he breathed in relief, âOtherwise I donât think I can fight on wobbly knees.â You heard him zip up his pants again, then bend over to kiss your shoulder. âGet cleaned up, Darling. Seonghwa wouldnât want you dirty. He hates dirty thingsâŚWell, some things can be dirty, Iâm sure.â
He pecked your lips, patted Yunhoâs shoulder, then walked out of the room. The tension in the room rose, and you immediately closed yourself up. You began pulling your bra back over your breasts, not meeting Yunhoâs eyes as he fixed his suit.
âYou should, um, wash up and rest,â Yunho said awkwardly, finally standing up from his chair. His eyes went back down your body to your sex, which youâve covered back up. âIâll call Yeosang and-â
â-Iâd like to wash myself, if thatâs okay?â
âAlright then, um, yes. Yes, you can do that. You should also give those over to me,â he nodded to your underwear, âTheyâre dirty and you should be wearing fresh ones when Seonghwa comes for his lunch break.â
âPlanning on keeping them?â you hoped teasing might ease the tension.
âNo,â he replied rather defensively. âThe underwear, please.â You removed them and handed them over to him. âThe bathroom is across the room. If you need assistance, just call out his name and Jongho will come to serve you. If youâll excuse me, I have duties to, well, um, attend to."
He stiffly walked out of the dining room. The weight of your newest orgasm left you feeling light and fuzzy. When you slid off the table, the stickiness rubbed your inner thighs and your legs buckled slightly through the apartment. You removed your bra, since you saw no reason to keep it, and went into the bathroom. As you sunk into a warm bath, a giddy sensation filled your stomach. The reality of your situation started growing on you, and sinking its teeth into your veins like a venomous snake. You had a whole house of incubi and demon cock to have at all hours of the day. It sounded so much better than pleasuring the patrons of the House of Kisses.
You sank into the water, letting it engulf you, and imagined what Seonghwa had planned for you.Â
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A/N: what exactly has yn gotten herself into?? It's only getting better from here haha
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pairing: sarah cameron x f!reader
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warning: smut [boob play, scissoring, toys, oral receiving & giving, language?]
authorâs note: continuation of âfirstsâ, idk where this is going so weâll see. have fun reading & remember this is 21+! đ
It had been a week since you last saw Sarah and almost two weeks since you two had been in the same room alone. It wasnât as though you were ignoring her, she just became busy with the pogues which brought us to today. Sarah had invited you and Kiara over for a girls night. You didnât suspect anything aside from the usual gossip, skincare, mani/pedis, etc. that took place at every girls night. Except this would be the first time you hung out with Kiara alone. She was always wrapped up in the guys or some âsave the planetâ shit so you only saw her in passing, never private.Â
After you finished packing your bag, you grabbed your silk pajamas and towel then headed for the shower. During sleepovers, you and Sarah normally took showers at the house but you didnât know if the norm for you and Sarah would be the same with Kiara included. Once you had unbraided your hair, you hopped in your shower and let the hot water relax you. Twenty minutes later and you were out, drying yourself then oiling then dressing. You pulled your freshly washed hair in a bun, no need to dry since it did so by itself. With your bag fully packed and you clean, you slipped on your uggs slippers and grabbed your phone as you headed downstairs.Â
Your mom waited in the car as you double checked everything and then you two were off. It took less than ten minutes to get to her house but you refused to walk or heaven forbid, bike thereâ in your pajamas. Your mom waved at you goodbye and you returned it, turning around to knock rapidly on the front door. A minute or two later, Rafe opened up with a confused look.Â
âHey Y/N. Why are you here?âÂ
You furrowed your brows, âThe sleepover, what else?âÂ
âSarah didnât tell you?âÂ
âTell me what?âÂ
He scratched the back of his neck as he often does when heâs uncomfortable. âShe and Kiara had some sort of fight so she canceled.âÂ
Before I could say anything, he quickly added, âBut youâre her best friend so I doubt sheâd cancel on you.âÂ
I looked up in the direction of the stairs and pointed. âCan I go up and check?âÂ
âYeah, yeah sure.â He closed the front door and locked it.Â
Before he could walk away, I asked, âIf it is, could you drop me home?âÂ
âOf course Y/N.â He smiled and walked away to some other part of the house as I headed up the stairs.Â
When I got closer to her room, it was the very last one in the long hallway, I could hear music. Her door was closed but the music drowned out the sound of me opening it. I leaned against the frame as I watched her bob her head around with her headphones in. I stood there for a minute or more then decided to interrupt. I waved my hand in front of me and thatâs when her head perked up.Â
âY/N! Youâre here!â She exclaimed, taking out one earbud.Â
âYeah but I probably shouldnât be. Apparently tonight is canceled?â I asked with a raised brow.Â
âOh that. Yeah, kinda.â This was unlike her, she always had an explanation.Â
I crossed my hands over my chest and waited. She stared at me, sighed then removed the other earbud and turned her phone off. She fixed her posture and sat crisscrossed, patting the space in front of her on the bed. I closed the door behind me, dropping my bag on the floor near the foot of the bed then sat down with one leg dangling off the edge.Â
Sarah explained that it was meant to be a girls night but she and Kiara got into an argument, as Rafe had mentioned. Apparently Kiara didnât want me to hangout with the guys because, in her words, âone kook is enoughâ. That didnât make any sense considering she was a kook as well but that was the argument. Sarah pointed out that we had been friends since childhood and I knew the guys, there wasnât a reason why I couldnât hang out with all of them but Kiara didnât want another kook. Sarah thought this sleepover would bring Kiara and I closer but the moment she found out, she refused to come, hence why Sarah canceled it.Â
I was aware that Kiara wasnât a fan of me but she had no reason why. She didnât know me, only knew of me from others. The thing that bothered me the most was her calling me a kook as if she was a pogue. Anyways, there was no love lost. I just knew I had to steer clear of her, I couldnât force the girl to be my friend but I was hoping to be cordial though. Â
âDonât worry about her Y/N. I spoke to the guys and theyâre down to hang without Kie.â Sarah assured me.Â
I let out a soft scoff, âPope would never, maybe JJ or John B sometimes.âÂ
âYeah, heâll be hard to convince but whatever. Itâs girls night so what do you say about spending it without her?âÂ
I shrugged and said, âIâm cool with it. More fun for us!âÂ
âRighttttâŚspeaking of funâŚâ Sarah trailed off.Â
âOh no.âÂ
âI havenât said anything yet!âÂ
âSarah, whenever you start dragging your words, you have something planned.âÂ
She huffed, âGuilty.â She added quickly with a smirk, âButttt, I promise youâll like it.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
Her face broke out in a wide grin, âPromise to keep an open mind?âÂ
âNow Iâm nervous.âÂ
âNo, donât be! Itâs fun!âÂ
I let out a small chuckle, âSo then tell me, what is it?âÂ
âFirst close your eyes and remain seated.âÂ
And just like that my smile went away. What on earth could she possibly be up to this time?! I knew I wouldnât get any answers out of her so I agreed and closed my eyes. She got off the bed, walked toward her closet or was it her bathroom? I couldnât tell but before she returned to the bed, she went to her door and locked it. I could hear her footsteps coming back towards me then the bed dipped and she sat in front of me.Â
âOkay now open.âÂ
I opened one eye at a time but nothing in the room looked different. There was a box in front of me however, it was just a medium sized black delivery package. I stared at it then looked up at her then down at the box again. Was it an animal? Drugs? Expensive alcohol to hide from Rafe and Ward?Â
âItâs a box. I donât get it.âÂ
She smiled and slowly opened it. There were three smaller packages inside, also in black but they had different shapes. One by one, Sarah carefully unwrapped them as she paid close attention to my reaction. At first I furrowed my brows in confusion but the second it hit me, I gasped then stared in surprise and curiosity.Â
âTell me you didnât.âÂ
âI did. Y/N I so did!âÂ
âDoes anyone know?âÂ
âNope. Iâve been watching the mailman like a hawk the past week.âÂ
âWhereâd you even get them?âÂ
âOnline. They have a return policy in case I donât like it.âÂ
âDo you?âÂ
âI dunno. I havenât tried it yet.âÂ
I raised one brow and asked, âWill you?âÂ
âYeahâŚâ She started then continued, ââŚif you try it with me.âÂ
I accidentally let out a laugh, âSarah Iâve never used them!âÂ
âSo letâs do it together! What are best friends for?âÂ
âI donât think normal best friends share sex toys.âÂ
âWell thatâs because theyâre boring. Besides I like playing with you, we shared toys when we were younger.âÂ
I fully let out a laugh, âSarah, barbie dolls and dildos arenât the same thing!âÂ
âSo you donât want to?â She pouted slightly.Â
âI didnât say that butâŚI might be convinced into it.âÂ
Sarah smirked and before I knew what was happening, she unbuttoned her pajama top slowly. She shrugged it off her shoulders and sat there, staring at me. She had nothing underneath so for a while, we both sat in silence as I ogled at her boobs. Slowly, she cupped both breasts in her hands and rubbed them against each other. Her fingers brushed over her nipples and a faint moan left her lips.Â
I licked my own and looked up at her, all she did was nod. Without a word spoken between us, I reached forward and fondled them in my hands. They were so full and warm. I bounced them around, enjoying watching them sway in different directions. I lowered my head and took one boob in my mouth, it tasted just how I remembered it. I was too greedy though, I wanted the other in my mouth as well so I tried stuffing them. This made Sarah moan. I suckled on them like a baby, eyes fully closed as I immersed myself fully into it.Â
After a while, I pulled away and looked down at them. They were red with bite marks and saliva all over, I felt quite proud. I quickly reached down my own shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving my naked chest exposed to her. As if we were thinking the same thing, we both grinded our chests against each other. Her wet sticky boobs rubbed against mine, the body heat turning us on even more. We pulled apart and wordlessly, stood up and took our pajama bottoms off along with the underwear.Â
I got back on the bed and spread my legs apart, Sarah sat in front of me and widened her legs as well. She spit into her hand and wiped it on my cunt then on her own. She inched closer until I could feel her cunt against mine, she looked at me as though to ask for permission and I nodded my head. The moment our pussies touched, I let out a moan. We were both very warm and wet. I lowered my head slightly and spit in between us. Sarah moved her hips first then I followed, we continued until we reached a good pace.Â
The squelching noises of our pussies rubbing against each other was doing it for me. I grinded even harder against her, our boobs practically slapping each other but we didnât care. We just wanted to reach our high regardless of the lewd noises. This went on for a bit until suddenly she shook. I saw this as my opportunity to take charge so I did. I easily pushed her down until she was laying flat on the bed on her back then I swung my leg over and adjusted myself. I lifted her leg up and held onto it for support as I rode her pussy.Â
Sarah could do nothing but lay down and take it, she reached up to slap my ass but otherwise, she praised me to go on. I no longer cared for her needs, I just wanted to cum. I was determined to ride her until I got my fill and even more after. I could feel myself tensing up and right on time, she shook again. Mere moments later, she squirted right on my pussy and I came on hers. In the heat of the moment, I licked up her leg, kissing and sucking different spots.Â
âFuck Y/N, that was so hot!â She exclaimed, a wide grin on her face.Â
âRight? Shit that squirt made me cum more.âÂ
âYou like that baby? You like when I squirt on you?âÂ
âSo fucking much.â I bit my lip as I peered over at the toys. âHow about I do it again?âÂ
Sarah smiled and gave my ass a light tap. I got off of her as she reached for a light purple, almost lavender, two-sided dildo. She sat up and looked at me then placed the toy over my lips. I obeyed immediately and opened my mouth, making sure to stick out my tongue. She inserted the dildo slowly then pushed it to the back of my throat, pulled it out and did it again. I had a gag reflex so each time I would gag on it then cough. She kept repeating it several times until I no longer coughed but still gagged.Â
âAww you look so pretty baby. Taking all that purple cock in your throat.â She cooed.Â
I couldnât respond so I just nodded.Â
âCanât speak? Too busy choking on my cock?âÂ
My eyes started to water, she was going a bit rougher now. Saliva was dripping down my chin.Â
âWhat a pretty whore. She likes cocks and tribbing and boobs. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?âÂ
I nodded quickly as my pussy clenched on thin air from her words. I was a good whore for her. I liked being fucked with a purple dildo. I liked stuffing her boobs in my mouth. Yes, I was a whore for Sarah Cameron.Â
âOkay baby but first I want you to beg for it.â Sarah replied as she pulled the whole dildo out.Â
I gasped at the fresh air, my eyes already blurry. âPlease mommy, fuck my mouth. I promise to be a good girl for you.âÂ
âMm thatâs a nice start but I want more.âÂ
âIâll let you fuck both holes mommy but now I just wanna suck.âÂ
Sarah smiled and bit her lip excitedly. She tapped my mouth again and I opened once more. I was sitting on my knees but I leaned forward in excitement. With my boobs dangling about, Sarah shoved the dildo deeper into my throat and used her free hand to pinch my nipples. She slapped them around and commanded âbounceâ so I did. I made my tits bounce around for her as I choked on the cock. I felt very whore-like and I actually liked it.Â
Before I got too into it, she immediately pulled it out and simply said âbend overâ which I did as well. On all fours, I stared at the floor length mirror in front of me and saw my reflection. Sarah had situated herself behind me, rubbing my cunt as I waited with legs wide open for her. She spit on my ass and it dripped down to my pussy, my body instinctively clenched and she chuckled.Â
Sarah rubbed one of the heads of the dildo against my cunt then slowly inserted it. I had never had anything inside me so the feeling was very odd and uncomfortable as hell. I let out slow deep breaths and Sarah soothed my back. She went very slowly, only continuing when I would nod. Minutes later, I was relaxed and my pussy ached for more. I wiggled my ass a bit and she smiled, gave it a slap then pushed the dildo deeper.Â
She would push it in then out then twist it back in and so on. This went on for a while until I was seconds away from coming but sheâd stop. Each time sheâd deny me release, Iâd whine and she would push it back in again. The edging was beautifully painful.Â
âFor a first timer, youâre taking this cock so well baby.âÂ
âPlease let me cum.âÂ
âOnly if I fuck that thick ass too.âÂ
I lowered my chest to the bed and raised my ass up, âFuck me mommy.âÂ
âMm just like that baby. Keep that ass up for me.âÂ
I waited until I felt the other head of the dildo enter. Somehow it was less uncomfortable than my pussy. I nodded and she pushed more of the length inside. Now both of my holes were filled and the thought just drove me wild. Sarah used both hands to fuck me, one fucked my pussy and the other my ass. I was nothing but a moaning mess, begging for more.Â
The sight of myself from the mirror was what made me squirt so much, it didnât just hit the bed but also her chest. She laughed and fucked me even faster, I didnât think I could cum again but I did. She removed the one in my ass and I thought my turn was done but instead she stuck her tongue in and licked whilst shoving the dildo deeper in my pussy. She spat into my ass and on my cunt as she kept on mercilessly drilling that dildo deeper and faster. I let out a loud scream as my entire body shook, went limp for a few seconds, then came on the cock. She pulled it out too fast, I moaned at its exit but her mouth was on my pussy to suck my cum. She ate me out for a moment then pressed a kiss and pulled away.Â
âHoly shit Y/N! It was like a freaking waterfall.â She sat back on the bed and licked her lips. âTasty though.âÂ
I laid on my stomach for a few minutes without saying a word then turned around and sat up. âCareful, fuck me like that again and youâll ruin me.âÂ
âThatâs the plan baby. Youâre all mine.â She smiled and spread her legs apart, patting on her cunt. âNow fuck mommy too.âÂ
I took the dildo from her hand and asked, âIs it your first time too?âÂ
She nodded, âYeah so please gentle first.âÂ
âI promiseâŚâ I started then finished, ââŚto ruin you too.âÂ
Before she could respond, I spread her pussy lips open then with a mouthful of saliva, I spit into the hole. I put the dildo inside slowly but it went in quite easily thanks to my spit in her pussy. I looked at her and she smiled so I pushed deeper a bit then pulled out. I pushed it in again and went deeper, I kept repeating these actions whilst spitting to keep her wet. Her pussy was so greedy, it happily swallowed the cock deeper.Â
I now started to fuck her with it, slowly at first but when she begged for faster, I was unforgiving. I pounded that silicone purple cock into her wet needy pink walled pussy until she moaned endlessly for me. I put the other end in my mouth and fucked her that way instead, I bobbed my head faster and faster, equally fucking her and me. I was choking on it but I couldnât stop, the sight of her cum dripping down the cock spurred me on. I sucked and fucked with all my strength but before I could move, she accidentally squirted and it got on my face.Â
I pulled my mouth away with a loud gasp but I wasn't ready to end it yet. With half the dildo still inside Sarah, I got up and squatted as I slowly lowered myself onto the other half. She was propped against the pillows whilst I was now sitting on top of her, the two-sided dildo in both of us. I grabbed my own boobs and played with them as I rode her. I switched between grinding on the cock and bouncing on it, Sarah encouraged me, telling me how pretty I looked fucking her. We continued fucking each other for a long while, i simply enjoyed the feeling of a cock inside me so I prolonged it. Sarah and I each came twice but I kept riding and she begged for me to stop.Â
âNo, I want to keep riding.âÂ
âPlease! I canât cum anymore Y/N.âÂ
âBut I like seeing you filled to the brim.âÂ
âFuck Y/N, donât say that.âÂ
âYou like that? Wanna hear me say how full you look? How your hole is stuffed and your cunt is covered with our cum?âÂ
âKeep going, Iâll cum again.âÂ
âThatâs it mommy. Cum on my pretty pussy. Look at your big tits bouncing around.âÂ
âPlease keep going.âÂ
I reached down and gathered a bit of the cum then wiped it on her lips. I lowered my head and kissed her, my hips grinding forcefully against hers. She was quick to suck my bottom lip in so we tongued each other. Our boobs were slipping and sliding around, our cunts were squelching, it was all so hot. She came again and moaned into my mouth, we both cummed against each other but we also squirted. I pulled away and continued to ride slowly until I was satisfied and came to a stop.Â
I lifted myself off of her and removed the dildo. I looked at Sarah with a satisfied smile. She pushed me back gently and brought her head to my cunt. With small kitten-like licks, she cleaned me up and sucked softly. I closed my eyes and slowly grinded on her lips, she continued until suddenly when I felt something else at my entrance. I opened my eyes and peered down to see her trying to fit her boob into my pussy. I chuckled and she quickly looked up at me, she reached me with a slow crawl. Sarah laid on top of me then placed her nipples on my mouth.Â
âBe a good girl and clean mommyâs tits, theyâre covered in your cum baby.â She instructed while holding onto her breasts.Â
âYes mommy, I love your boobs.â I said before sucking on one nipple then switching to the other. I continued doing this until Sarah was satisfied.Â
We decided on getting cleaned up so while she changed her sheets, I went to her bathroom and started the shower. I came back and she was ready, we went to the shower together where we kissed once more and she inserted the dildo in me and sat on my lap as she rode it. All I could think of at the moment was thank goodness Kiara wasnât here. Iâd have missed out on fucking Sarah senseless and vice versa. Maybe Kiara just needed a good fuck too.
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being seduced by stripper gojo
characters: gojo x fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, stripper, strip club, pole dancing, revealing outfits, lap dance, strip tease, dirty talk, dry humping
you have no idea what compelled you to come here, but thereâs no denying that youâve been stressed lately, and you need to let loose, at least for one night. the atmosphere is niceâall cool toned colours and dim lighting and music loud enough to drown out any thoughts of doubt you might have about spending the late evening hours at a strip club of all places. the most highly rated strip club, in fact, with the hottest men around. thereâs bound to be someone whoâs your type. or so youâve been told.
these places are designed to be inviting, you know. but that doesnât mean youâre immune to their tactics, enticing viewers into a world of sin. everywhere you look, there are attractive bodies flaunting around the room, guys with flirty smiles and skin showing and downright scandalous outfits, all giving you more attention than youâd normally get anywhere else.
admittedly, youâre already kind of turned on just from being in the midst of all this. maybe that makes you an easy target. maybe you donât care. walking around, you let yourself enjoy everything there is to offer, and it doesnât take much to learn that youâve arrived just in time for something exciting thatâs about to happen.
tonight, there seems to be only one topic of conversation: gojo satoru, one of the most highly requested dancers, is going to make an appearance. from what youâve gathered so far, heâs supposedly very good at his job, and many people have been anticipating his show this whole week. and itâs scheduled to start in only a few minutes.
finding a seat for yourself, you join the crowd in waiting for the upcoming performance. because youâre curious now. all of the workers here have been extremely good-looking and know how to flirt with the audience, using their bodies to their advantage. what is it that sets satoru apart from the rest?
thankfully, you donât have to wait long because the person who steps onto the stage next can only be satoru, given the cheers that immediately erupt into the air as soon as he walks into view. seeing him now, you can understand right away why he has such a well-known reputation among the regular patrons here.
satoru enters the stage wearing very little, which seems to be the norm among the dancers. thereâs a black choker around his neck. his entire upper body is fully exposed, save for the two thick bands of suspenders that run down his chest, conveniently covering his nipples. lower, a pair of tight, tight underwear hangs off his hips, barely functioning to hide anything.
beside you, you hear people saying, holy fuck, heâs hot, and yeah. you wholeheartedly agree. if youâre being honest, satoru looks like someone who has stepped right out of your personal wet dream, someone youâre definitely going to dream about again in the future.
the music for his routine starts, a filthy beat that echoes deep in your bones. satoru begins to move, swaying his hips to the rhythm as he walks toward the audience, touching himself all over. feeling himself slowly, sensually. his hands run down his neck, fingers sprayed out as they drift down to his chest and stomach before finally stopping at his crotch.
heâs confident, smile so fucking cocky but undeniably hot at the same time. he knows heâs good. heâs got the audience right where he wants them as soon as he stepped out. there are dozens of people watching, but it feels like heâs looking straight at you when he swipes his tongue across his lips, biting down on the bottom lip suggestively.
andâoh. oh god. you squeeze your legs together, arousal shooting straight to your pussy. itâs getting increasingly uncomfortable to sit there, heat rushing south, as you anticipate whatâs coming next.
but you canât look away, either. satoru is now spreading his legs farther apart, thrusting his hips into nothing, but itâs somehow absolutely mesmerizing. he works his body with experience, in smooth rolls that show off all his muscles as they flex and contract. one hand runs through his hair while he looks out at the crowd with darkened eyes, and the other cups between his legs, teasing both himself and the viewers.
it riles up the audience, riles you up, because when satoru finally removes that hand, it becomes obvious that heâs at least half hard.
he walks over to the pole in the middle of the stage and hooks a leg around it, pressing his erection against the metal to grind against it a few times, seemingly getting himself off. his eyes are hooded, lips parted. itâs a display of rehearsed seduction and it fucking works because youâre fully captivated, eyes fixated solely on him.
eventually, satoru spins and turns around so that his back is against the pole. he sinks down in one fluid movement, knees spreading wide, leaning forward so that his back is arched as he raises his ass higher. every action he makes draws attention, the arousal tangible and thick in the air. when he shakes his hips, you canât help but feel wetness gushing out of your pussy, wishing you were there in the place of the pole. wishing you could feel those sinful, gyrating hips touching you instead.
as the dance continues, you donât know how much time passes. it could be only a few minutes or hours that you sit there, and all youâre capable of doing in the moment is follow satoruâs every movement, engraining the scene in front of you into your mind forever.
turning back around, satoru winks in your directionâyou canât be sure if itâs at you or someone beside youâbut your body stills anyway, pussy aching with desire. you watch as satoru makes one final spin around the pole, slow enough to show off all angles of himself, before he drops to the ground again, hips thrusting out.
the routine ends with satoru basking in the cheers of the audience and you breathing heavily in your seat, so fucking turned on.
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normally, this is when you would leave, but you still havenât recovered from that performance, so you sit there a while longer. hoping that youâll come back to your senses soon.
the music changes and other dancers fill the stage, but youâre not paying attention to any of that anymore. you gaze follows satoru as he disappears behind the left wing and reappears descending down the steps that lead to the main floor, where a group of his fans wait to greet him. they chat for a while and then satoru turns his head and somehow, through the crowd of people between the two of you, locks eyes directly with you.
satoru says a farewell to the group, something that has them squealing, and makes his way across the room, walking with purpose in your direction. not a second later, you find him right in front of you, the sudden proximity enough to make your whole body heat up.
glancing down at you, satoru says, âhey there, pretty girl.â
âum,â you reply intelligently. you blink and take a look around to make sure that heâs actually talking to you. âhi.â
running a hand down his chest, satoru sways his body lightly to the music and somehow manages to make it look natural. âdid you enjoy the show?â
you nod, mouth suddenly dry. youâre still processing the fact that satoru is here, so close, talking to you. flirting and clearly interested in you, for whatever reason. itâs unexpected, but youâre definitely not complaining. âyeah, it wasâgood. youâre good.â
âjust good?â
âno, i meanââ you pause, then blurt out, âyouâre hot.â
a slow smile stretches across satoruâs face at that, and he takes a step forward, inviting himself onto your lap. his hips are lifted just enough that heâs not actually in contact, body making slow, lazy rolls. teasing. âwhatâs your name?â
you tell him, stammering, pulse beating a mile per minute. heâs so fucking close to you. heâs so sexy that you can hardly form a coherent sentence. choking back a moan, your hands grip the edge of your seat to refrain from doing something that youâll regret later.
a series of increasingly filthy thoughts run through your head and in that moment, all you can think about is how you want to rip off satoruâs clothes, what he would look like fully naked. how it would feel to hold his cock, the weight of it in your hands. his cock sliding and grinding against your pussyâ
fuck. you have to turn away and remind yourself to chill the hell out. to not fall so easily for the charms of the dancer whose job is to make you get worked up like this. but, well, thereâs no denying that satoru is good at everything he does. and heâs hot, like you said. he looks even better up close than he did on stage. so when you feel a warm hand on your jaw, guiding your face back to the front, how could you ever resist?
âbaby,â satoru says, lowering himself so that heâs properly seated on your lap now. in this position, you can feel his hard-on against your pussy, the bulge of his pants pressed right between your legs. you swallow thickly. âiâm going to get jealous if you keep turning away. look at me.â
your breath catches in your throat. itâs like satoru has you locked in a trance, the rest of the world disappearing around you because nothing else matters. you have nowhere left to look but at him, at the way sweat rolls down his abs, strong thighs caged around your legs.
âyeah, thatâs it.â satoru moves his hips just slightly, but itâs enough to make you really feel him against your own body. jesus christ. âfocus on me and how good i can make you feel.â
itâs not fully grinding, because heâs still teasing you more than anything, but the only thing separating the two of you is your own pants and the very thin fabric that satoru is wearing. if it werenât for those, you would actually be fucking. the mere thought of it has you letting out an involuntary moan.
at the sound, satoru perks up and smirks, eyes darkening. he works his hips harder, applying more pressure, and your brain effectively short circuits. âmm, youâre wet, arenât you? i bet your panties are soaked for me. so fucking turned on already. such a good girl.â
oh, you know. you donât need satoru to tell you how far gone you are now, how your pussy is aching and throbbing within the confines of your pants. youâre almost embarrassed by the growing feeling of lust coursing through you, the want and desire you feel toward him. this is quite possibly the horniest youâve ever been in your life, and youâre losing all sense of rationality embarrassingly fast.
ây-youââ you start before you have to stop because satoru lines up his cock directly with your pussy and ruts against you filthily, calculated. it makes you gasp, bucking up on instinct when he retreats. and fuck, youâre panting now, having been given a taste of the kind of pleasure satoru can provide you, and it only makes you want more.
âgo on,â he encourages, far too amused. âwhat were you saying?â
eventually, with visible effort, you manage to choke out, âyouâreâahâyouâre hard, too.â
âi am. all because of you, baby,â satoru says suggestively and impossibly inviting. his mouth moves to your ear to whisper, âhow about we go somewhere quieter? just the two of us?â
a shudder runs down your spine, arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach. and you can tell exactly what heâs implying, knows that you should probably be a bit more cautious in these situations, but itâs hard to think logically when someone like satoru is this close to you. giving you an offer that you could never turn down. you donât even realize that youâre nodding rather eagerly until youâre being pulled up from your seat, that enticing grin back on satoruâs face as he leads you away from the main stage.
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the two of you go into a private room thatâs small but well-furnished. the lighting is dim and seems to cast a spotlight on the sofa in the center of the room. music is still present here, but not as loud. unlike the main stage, you have no problem hearing satoru when he gives his next instructions.
âmake yourself comfortable,â he tells you, and you go over to sit on the couch.
you canât believe this is happening. thereâs arousal thrumming inside you, veins running hot with the anticipation of whatâs to come.
in front of you, satoru unclips his suspenders and tosses them aside. they didnât hide much to begin with, but even still, you take the opportunity to drink in the sight of his fully naked chest. and god, does he have a nice bodyâstrong arms, well-toned abs, hardened nipples. seriously the whole package in one insanely attractive person.
satoru walks closer toward you and doesnât waste any time, sinking down to his knees in front of the couch. he pushes your legs apart and runs his hands up your trembling thighs.
âneed some help with this?â he nods between your legs, the hint of a smirk dancing on his lips. a hand passes over your clothed pussy, lightly grazing against it, and the groan that escapes you is awful.
âplease,â you breathe out. you hate that you sound so wrecked already.
it makes satoru grin as he leans forward, rising higher. âdonât worry, iâll make you feel good. but thereâs just one little rule that you have to keep in mindâŚâ he trails off, pausing for suspense. his hands slip under your shirt, traveling up to squeeze your breasts outside your bra. at the same time, he whispers into your ear, âno touching.â
you gasp, arching forward. your mind goes blank for a second. fingers twitching, you have to physically stop yourself from reaching out, already coming close to breaking the only rule youâve been given. arousal rushes through you at once, and you wonder, not for the first time, how itâs possible for satoru to know exactly what turns you on.
âfuck, s-satoruââ
âmm,â he hums, satisfied. âyou look good like that. so fucking desperate for me.â
then he gets up, throws one leg on either side of you, effectively straddling you, and sits on your lap. he rocks his hips gently back and forth a few times before wrapping his arms around your neck. satoru is looking at you with hooded eyes, with pure lust and desire, and the intensity of his stare makes you feel wanted like you never have before.
jesus christ, you curse mentally. this is seduction perfected to an artform. thereâs a beautiful, naked man giving you a lap dance and this has only just started but youâre already dripping in your pants.
youâre not prepared for when satoru brings your faces close, just mere centimeters apart. it knocks the breath out of you, heart beating wildly in your chest. satoruâs mouth is parted, your lips brushing, almost kissing but not quite. all it would take is for you to lift your head, chasing after him, giving in to the ever-growing desire to taste him. but his words from earlier echo as a warning in your mind: no touching.
âdid you think you could break me that easily?â you ask, feigning composure. except itâs obvious just how affected you are by everything. youâre sure that satoru can feel your pussy throbbing helplessly in your pants now that youâre this close to each other.
âyes,â satoru says, confident. and you donât even care that youâre being played so easily; your traitorous mind only thinks of pressing those smirking lips against your own. âi think i could. looks like i almost got you there, anyway.â
he ghosts his lips down your neck, almost kissing, almost tender, but never actually making contact. his warm breath follows, trailing down to your collarbones. and you want him, you want him so badly. youâve never wanted a man more than you want satoru now, but youâre not allowed to do anything. itâs so fucking cruel.
in your seat, you shudder. your body reacts to his every action, and youâre sure that itâs only encouraging him. âf-fuck, no fair.â
âthatâs right, baby,â satoru murmurs. âi could make you forget everything but me⌠where you are, how to think, the one rule youâre supposed to followâŚâ
swallowing hard, you have to grip your hands on the couch, knuckles turning white, to stop yourself from reaching out. you know that all of this will be over if you touch him, but itâs so, so tempting.
the worst part is that the rule doesnât apply both ways. youâre not allowed to touch, but satoru can. and he takes full advantage of it, hands roaming all over like heâs starved for contact, under your shirt and up to your chest, snaking behind to unclip your bra. you gasp when you feel his bare hand groping your breasts, holding the weight of them in his palms, massaging them, playing with your nipples. he flicks at the sensitive nubs. his thumbs circle around them, pinching them with just the right amount of pressure between two fingers.
he does this until he draws out a low, guttural moan from you. the cocky grin is back on his face, and you hate that youâre playing right into his hands, but you canât help it. heâs fucking good at what he does.
soon, he abandons your breasts, sliding his hands back down your sides to trace smooth circles on your inner thighs. he grazes over your pussy countless times but never applies any pressure, never fully gives you what you want. itâs not enough, and you canât stop yourself from bucking your hips up to meet him.
and thenâfuck, you think youâre going to lose your mind. satoru unzips your pants and pushes it down just far enough for the dampness of your panties to be exposed. you canât even deny it: youâre so wet, so turned on. he runs a single finger over your panties, feeling your arousal, and you moan brokenly, thinking about having those long fingers inside you.
throughout all this, you wonder how you must look, so desperate and struggling to hold yourself back. youâre panting, chest heaving, entire body burning on fire. when satoru pulls away to get a better look at you, a charge of tension passes between you, so thick itâs almost suffocating.
ânaughty girl,â he murmurs, still rubbing you over your panties. never giving you a chance to breathe. âyou must be aching for it.â
you moan again and feel yourself getting even wetter, soaking the material further. âm-more, satoru, pleaseââ
youâre not even sure what it is that youâre asking for, but satoru only grins before removing himself from your lap. a whimper escapes you and you almost beg him to stay, until you realize what it is that heâs doing.
a private show, just like the one he gave on stage earlier, but much more intimate and filthy. satoru doesnât hold anything back, moving to the beat echoing in the background, performing body rolls one after another. and now that heâs standing in front of you, showing off his body, itâs obvious that heâs fully hard. thereâs an impressive bulge between his legs, making his already tight underwear seem even tighter. the material stretches to accommodate his length, to the point where it looks like it could break at any moment.
your eyes follow his every move, every shift of his muscles, holding your breath and physically unable to look away. because satoru is thrusting his hips like heâsâlike heâs actually fucking someone right then and there, letting out increasingly suggestive sounds, grunts and moans that will haunt you at night. and you so badly want to spread your legs and have him thrust into you instead.
and thenâoh god. satoru hooks his fingers onto the waistband of his underwear, a thin strap that wraps around his pelvis, and begins to pull it down but pauses just as itâs about to slip over his cock. heâs watching you closely, eyes flickering back and forth between your face and your dripping pussy. and you know how eager you must seem, shamefully excited to see what the thin fabric conceals.
but satoru only smiles wickedly and removes his hands entirely, spinning away to the beat of the music. he twists and turns, goes back to thrusting his hips tantalizingly in the air. he runs his hands down his chest, then dips into his underwear again.
âiâm not supposed to take this off, you know,â satoru says, teasing it lower and lower. âbut for you, i want to. i really want to.â
you swallow. âw-wellââ
the waistband sinks lower, revealing more of his smooth skin. âyouâd like that too, wouldnât you?â
thereâs no way you could lie in a situation like this, so you give up all sense of dignity and say, âfuck yes, yes, iââ
your pussy agrees vehemently, throbbing between your legs. you have to choke back a moan when you see the fabric catching and releasing at the head of satoruâs cock, the very tip of it poking out into view.
âiâm sure you do,â satoru hums.
he pulls it back up, playing innocently with the strap, and you swear you could die from the anticipation alone. this has to be the best strip tease youâve ever gotten by far, but also the most frustrating. youâve never wanted to rip the clothes off someone so fucking badly before.
but satoru isnât done yet. he turns around so that his back is facing you and bends over before pulling his underwear all the way down in one go, revealing what little had been hidden by the satin, his ass on full display. then, all too quickly, itâs back up again and this time you do let out an unfiltered groan.
fuck, satoru is beyond skilled at getting you riled up, making your pussy so damn wet with arousal. and he knows it too. when he turns back to face you, the smile on his face is absolutely cruel and he starts to sway his hips again, in that hypnotic way that makes you want to beg him to fuck you already.
âshit, justââ you canât help but let out a desperate whine. âtake it off. please.â
satoru grins like heâs got you right where he wants you and winks. âsince you asked so nicely.â
he finally begins to remove his underwear completelyâexcept he goes slow, painfully and torturously slow, revealing one inch of his cock at a time. youâre on the edge of your seat. it feels like an eternity before the whole thing comes off and satoru steps out of it, tossing the last of his clothing somewhere to the side.
for a while, you can only stare. youâre entranced by the way his cock curves up to his abdomen, bobbing in the air, flushed and hard and demanding attention. youâre embarrassingly obvious in the way your eyes are fixated on it, wanting to trace the prominent vein on the underside. wanting to touch and taste it.
thatâs when you noticeâsatoru isnât just hard; heâs wet, too. beads of precum roll down his shaft, proof that all of this is turning him on as well, that itâs not only for show. a hand wraps around the cock, stroking a few times, and it takes a second for you to realize that heâs jerking himself off right in front of you. holy shit.
âwell, what do you think?â satoru asks, twisting his hand and moaning. the tip of his cock is flushed red, now leaking more than before. âwas it worth the wait?â
you nod, not trusting yourself to speak, and the noise that escapes you is not human. but itâs very, very appreciative. you feel your pussy pulsing hard between your legs, wanting so badly for satoru to touch you like how heâs touching himself.
what you donât expect next is for him to let go entirely and drop down to the floor. smirking, he looks up at you from that position, at the growing wetness where your pussy is hidden behind your panties, and licks his lips. then, on all fours, satoru starts to crawl toward you with evident desire on his face until heâs kneeling right in front of you once again.
heart hammering away in your chest, you swallow thickly as a fresh wave of arousal washes over you. satoru runs his hands up your thighs, rising so that heâs sitting on your lap again, but still not quite close enough for your hips to touch.
he leans forward to lick your ear and you immediately shudder. in a low, seductive voice, he whispers, âi guess you can resist the temptation, after all; you havenât touched me even once. good girl. do you see how fucking hard i am for you?â
the praise makes your head spin, and you let out a shaky breath, groaning. âs-satoruâŚâ
âwant to feel my cock on your pussy?â
that makes your pussy throb, very much into the offer. âfuck, please.â
so, satoru moves closer until youâre touching, his naked cock against your clothed pussy. your bodies pressed together. and then satoru rubs his cockhead up and down your pussy, sliding between your thighs, moving his hips in circular motions, grinding into you like heâs determined to take you apart. throughout it all, heâs watching you with an intensity that has your whole body burning under his gaze.
âdoes this feel good?â his breath is warm on your neck. âtell me.â
âa-ahââ the next time he fucks against you, you gasp, squirming in your seat. it takes everything you have to not buck up into the delicious friction and shamelessly rut against satoru until you come. ây-yeah, yeah, donât stop.â
time seems to stretch indefinitely, and satoru takes his sweet time making slow, sensual rolls of his hips, unraveling you little by little. meanwhile, youâre trembling in place, whining and whimpering, pussy aching for release. itâs driving you fucking crazy, mind swimming with pleasure. you know that youâre probably not going to last much longer like this, and it feels like heâs been teasing you for hours.
satoru is getting off on this too, just as vocal, each thrust growing more and more frantic. his cock leaks onto you. and when he starts talking again, whispering directly into your ear, you lose all semblance of control and feel the arousal building inside you, threatening to tip you over the edge.
âyou know,â satoru starts, punctuating his words with a filthy grind that has you moaning, âyou caught my eye when i was on stage. i saw you watching me, so turned on⌠practically fucking me with your eyes. did you think you were being subtle, pretty girl?â he chuckles at your embarrassment. âi could tell that you wanted me. that you wereâhahâlusting after my body. and i knew i had to have you all to myself.â
âf-fuck,â you moan, head falling back. you replay the memories of satoru dancing on stage in your head, how he had commanded the whole room, drawing everyoneâs attention to the way he worked his body. the body thatâs currently on top of you, straddling you and bringing you right to the edge without mercy.
âmm, and i could tell that you tried to resist it at first. but i love breaking down girls like you. i love the challenge. and look at you now, baby.â satoru slides one hand up your shirt to latch onto your nipple again, and the other hand to circle your clit through your panties. the combined stimulation makes you cry out, driving you to the brink of madness. âso wrecked for me. you want it so fucking bad, donât you?â
the moan that escapes you is loud and needy and youâre basically begging at this point. you sneak a glance down at where you two connect, the sight satoruâs cock on your pussy so fucking lewd, and you think youâre going to come at any second now. ânghâsatoruâs-satoruâyouâre gonna make meââ
âyeah,â satoru breathes out, voice raspy. he picks up the pace, rocking into you much harder than before. âyeah, bet you want me to put my cock in that tight little pussy of yours, huh? f-feel me throbbing inside you while i fuck youâhahâfuck you so hard and deepââ
âoh, my god,â you curse, panting under him. youâre a shaking mess, and you canât stop yourself anymore; your hips rise to join satoruâs, meeting his every thrust. you can feel it; youâre right there, right there. your orgasm is hovering just on the periphery. âa-ah, fuckâiâmâiâm gonnaââ
satoru hums in acknowledgement. he shifts his position a little, lifting a leg up to get a better angle, and continues grinding on you, daring you to let go. at the same time, his hand circles your clit even faster, sending tingles all throughout your body. âjust like that, baby. imagine how good it would feel to have me thrusting inside you.â
pleasure rushes through you so fast it makes you dizzy. your pussy is pulsing and throbbing, so fucking wet that your panties are completely soiled by now, beyond saving. and you canât hold back anymore, youâre going to come; youâre going to come right here in front of satoru, shamelessly, and you want it, you want it so badâ
âfuck, fuck, i canâtâw-wait, stop, iâm reallyâo-oh, iâm closeââ
âwanna see you come for me,â satoru encourages, grinding even more deliberately against you, bringing you closer and closer to your climax with each calculated roll of his hips. âyouâll let me come too, right? be a g-good girl now, and let me come all over your panties.â
âgod, yes, give it to me,â you moan, so incredibly turned on by the idea of satoru spilling on your panties, right over your throbbing pussy. itâs so fucking hot. your body is moving on instinct, and all you can think about is chasing after your release. âhahâhahâs-satoruââ you pant, shaking and writhing. âi canâtâcanât holdânghâgonnaâ"
and satoruâs mouth is right by your ear again when he says, âthatâs it, baby. show me what that pretty face of yours looks like when you come.â
holy shitâhearing that, you donât think you could hold back any longer even if you wanted to. with a strangled cry, you throw your head back on the couch, hips bucking up wildly and back arching into satoru. your thighs are trembling when you come, pussy pulsing, pulsing, pulsing and making a sticky mess of yourself. itâs all overwhelming and your chest heaves, only vaguely aware that satoru is coming, too.
he fucks you through your orgasm and his cock throbs hard before heâs moaning your name, hips stuttering and shooting out his release is spurts. his come splatters all over you, just like he said, white and thick and filthy on your stomach and panties. landing right over your clit, over your pussy. you moan again, sounding broken, fucked out. itâs a wasteâyouâd rather have his come inside youâbut the erotic sight of it makes up for that.
satoruâs cock is still twitching, even a few seconds after youâve both caught your breaths. he hovers over you, that perfect bodyâstrong thighs and hard abs and those striking blue eyes, the intense look he gives you that makes him irresistible. god, you werenât supposed to be this easy to seduce.
slowly, you inhale and reorient yourself, feeling the aftermath of your orgasm subsiding. your mind is still a bit hazy. when you meet satoruâs gaze, all you can say is, âfuck.â
âthat good?â satoru asks, always so damn smug and full of himself. he runs a hand through his hair, smirking. âdonât miss my cock too much when i'm gone. next time, i just might consider fucking your pussy for real and giving you a taste of true pleasure.â
his fingers find your panties again, your swollen pussy, and rubs the area. you gasp, hips jerking. so sensitive, especially after your orgasm. and satoru knows, of course he knows; he did it on purpose. he loves being able to get a reaction out of you, controlling your body with a single touch.
you try to glare at him, but itâs weak. it hardly means anything after he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life, making you come so hard without even putting his cock in you. without even touching your pussy directly. itâs the kind of orgasm that youâll replay in your mind when youâre alone at night and feeling pent up and horny, picturing him in your mind as you get yourself off.
next time. well, you think. you definitely hadnât been planning to come back to the strip club after today, but now you suppose that it canât hurt to make another visit if satoru is going to be there.
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Back to you | Part 1
Pair: Jake(human and avatar) x Neytiri x Human reader (trio couple)
Warning: None, i think kinda sad. More in future, maybe soft-smut in the future.
Note: I'm still alive after disappearing for 1 month. Ahh omg, it's been so long, I'm so sorry. A lot of things have happened, more good than bad. But we're backâŚand as I had posted. Here I bring you this story, based on my mini-series 'mama's boy'. Here I share with you how our characters are paired up. I hope you like it, and let me know what you think and if I should continue with the mini-series. Love ya <3
+Read 'Mama's boy' HERE+
AVATAR MASTERLIST| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)
You were feeling uncomfortable in the metal chair, which was placed next to the bonding machine, which allowed humans to use their avatars. Since the routine expedition, Jake had not returned. Everyone knew he was alive, but where was he? No one knew. Grace had asked you as a favor to monitor him until he returned. You weren't complaining, but you had avoided having any contact with Jake. He reminded you of thingsâŚNot even 20 minutes had passed, when the machine made a noise indicating that it would open. You get up from the chair as quickly as you can, to assist Jake. You help him open the lid, finding a confused, sweaty Jake with a stupid grin that made your heart pound. âYou won't believe where I am?â says Jake, as you let out a big sigh and shift your gaze to Grace.
âOh my godâŚyou're back!!!â shouts grace from her desk. Coming towards you, she was already releasing a machine to take jake's blood pressure. âGraceâŚI'm inâ says Jake, the man was lying on his shoulders. He was still a little weak, you force him to drink water from a bottle. Taking his chin to make him open his mouth. While grace looks at him with confusion. âWhat?â grace continues to work on adjusting the machine on his arm. Jake had been so many hours without using his body, he could pass out at any moment. âYesâŚthey accepted me. I'm inside their homeâ jake, looks at you. âYou're in the tree home?â you ask. You watch as he nods his face quickly. Grace takes jake's face in her hands, and gives him a warm smile. âI can't believe itâŚare you serious?!!!â grace was shocked. They had tried to get in, but it was impossible. âI'm with a girlâŚahhh netyy ahhhâ jake tries to remember and pronounce the name correctly of the girl who is supposed to help him adjust. âNeytiri?â you speak softly, but loud enough for jake to hear you. âYes herâ jake speaks up.
Grace looks at you quickly and she can see the sadness in your gaze. You change your face and mood, moving away from Jake, helping him to put his weight down. Turning away from them, you bump into norm who had approached you moments before. âAre you okay?â norm asks, touching your shoulder, but you push him away. Walking as fast as you could away from them, you wanted to get out of there. You felt short of breath and were wiping away tears hiding your emotion. She was fine. It had been so long since you had heard from her. On the other side a group of friends are confused, âWhat's wrong with her, did I say something wrong?â asks Jake, looking at Grace. The woman was still looking towards the exit, sighing deeply. âIt's a long storyâŚcome on out of there you need to rest and tell me everythingâ says grace, helping Jake into his wheelchair.
Lunchtime came quickly, and the entire team was gathered in the dining room eating dinner. The group of scientists were very excited and focused on every word that came out of Jake's mouth. It had been so long since they had been able to have a connection with the Omaticaya clan. Even grace was giving him their undivided attention. Meanwhile you and norm were standing a little away from the group, eating the disgusting food. You couldn't help but laugh at the look on norm's face, you could tell he was very upset. You kicked his foot a little, âhey get that face awayâ you scolded him, but you saw how he snapped with his teeth. âI can't stand this⌠it's a very unfairâ norm says. âUnfair?â you ask, as you put a mouthful of food in your mouth. âYes, Tom has been studying for 3 years and I've been studying for over 6 yearsâŚand where am I? sitting here, doing nothing. In fact, if anyone in the whole RDA deserved to be with the omaticaya clan, it's you. You've been in pandora all your lifeâŚyou're part of the clanâ speaks norm annoyed, seeing how you interrupt him with your index finger. âAh ah wasâŚpast!!!â you speak, lowering your gaze for a moment. Some memories come to your head, yes, it was very true what norm said, you were once part of the omaticaya clanâŚbut it's been so long. Maybe⌠they have forgotten about you. âNormâŚI understand your discomfort, but there's nothing we can do, the pretty boy was lucky to be acceptedâ you joke, seeing Norm's disgusted face. âJake pretty boy?!!!! You have to be crazyâ you laugh loudly, looking at the group of scientists who were still harassing jake. âWellâŚyou were tom's girlfriend, that says a lot about youâ Norm says, now he was the one laughing at you. âWe weren't boyfriend and girlfriendâŚwe just spent a few nights togetherâ you speak up, laughing with your friend.
While you and Norm were still laughing, for a moment you see Jake look at you and give you a smile. You return it, seeing how jake makes a help signal with his hands. You laugh even harder, but you feel Norm pinch you âdon't be fooled by the enemyâ says Norm âNorm let me go!!!â you roll your eyes back. Norm could sometimes be very very annoying. But you were used to it, he had always been like that.
You remember when norm and tom came to pandora. Just for their studies, and you were the first to meet them. From then on⌠you had grown very fond of them. When the news that tom had been killed reached your ears, you were heartbroken, againâŚbut you got over it little by little. But with the new member of the group, it wasn't very easy. Since Jake had arrived, he hadn't taken his interest in you, and to make things worse for you. Grace had delegated all responsibility for Jake's avatar to you, so if anything happened to him it was your fault. And the last thing you wanted was for a $20 million dollar avatar to happen to him, or else the RDA was going to kill you.
After the meal, and when everyone was about to go to their respective rooms. Norm had gone ahead walking as fast as he could through the cold corridors of the RDA. You were walking more calmly, plus you wanted to meet Jake. You felt you owed him an apology for leaving him alone. By pure chance you find him, you see that he was talking something with Quaritch. You look at him with concern, if you knew one thing, it was that quaritch never had good intentions, if he wasn't given anything in return. When you see both men stop talking, you decide to approach jake. âHelloâ you speak softly, catching the man's attention. Jake turns around, with a small smile. Lifting his gaze. âI'm all earsâ jake says. You had barely spoken to jake since he arrived, so you were a little nervous. âOne questionâŚahh where did you leave my avatar?â you ask. âYour avatar? It's in a safe placeâ jake says. âYeah, but what safe place?â you wanted him to be more literal, because his concept of safety might be very different from yours. âI'm sleeping in some kind of giant leafâŚahh I don't rememberâ jake speaks up, shuffling his hair.there was a short silence between the two of you, but you decide to speak. âYou're in the big tree?â you speak. Jake can see your eyes light up for a moment. âYesâŚthat. There I amâ jake can see you kneel down in front of him, and move much closer. Placing your hands on his knees. As if whatever you were going to ask him, you didn't want anyone else to hear. âAnd how did you see everything? Is everyone okay?â you ask. âYeahâŚnormal, there's only one who seems to be a bother and he's warriorâŚI don't remember his nameâ jake says and can see how you smile softly. âThat's tsu'teyâ you speak. âThat same one, do you know him?â jake gets closer to your face, and you quickly push him away. âAhh thank you for answering meâŚsee you tomorrowâ you get up quickly, and leave quickly. Before you continue walking to your room, you stop âBy the wayâŚsorry for leaving you alone when you wake up, next time I'll take better care of youâ you apologize, and turn to continue on your way.
Jake stood there confused, he thought you looked kind of strange. But cuteâŚvery cute. He could understand his brother now. Laughing to himself, he started on his way to his room. Although he must admit that he found it even stranger, that you knew the name of that navi. It was assumed that only people who have an avatar have had contact with the Omaticayas, and he understands that not all of them have. How did you know that?
The next day came quickly, and Jake had almost no time to wake upâŚbecause he had to get up early. Wiping his eyes, he was already sitting on the edge of the connection machine. âGood morningâ you hummed, approaching him. You had a cup of coffee in your hands, offering it to him with some vitamins. âGood morning gorgeousâ jake chuckles, as he can as norm makes a dirty face. âHereâŚyou'll need thisâ you hand him the stuff. âAnd this?â jake asks. âIt's some vitamins that will help your body not collapse from not eating all day and a coffeeâ you speak, as you practically force jake to take it all. Grace approaches you, accompanied by Norm. âWell, here's the information,â says Grace, showing Jake a screen. On it was all of neytiri's information. You come to Jake's side, looking at the screen with a warm smile. âPlease don't disrespect herâŚ.y do not be a jerkâ norm speaks, giving jake a dirty look. âYou're just upset because I'm the one going on a date with the leader's daughterâ jake says in a mocking voice. Grace rolls her eyes and tells you to take care of hooking Jake up. As jake lies down, you approach him. â AdviceâŚdon't try to flirt with neytiriâ you speak up. Watching as jake raises an eyebrow, and laughs a little. âThere you goâŚand how do you know that?â he speaks. You now give him a big smile, but one of sarcasm. âI know why I say thatâ you speak, as you turn away from jake. âYou should listen to her,â Grace shouts from the distance. âGood luckâŚsoldierâ you speak, being the last face jake saw to wake up in his avatar body.
And yes, jake should take your advice, you knew neytiri more than anyone. And yes you were hating the fact that he could be with her. It had been so many years since you last saw her, you didn't even get to say goodbyeâŚnothing. The last time you saw Neytiri was when that tragedy happened at school. You sigh a little, as you begin to prepare the week's paperwork. But your thoughts are interrupted when you feel grace sit down next to you. âI have good news⌠a new project is coming out tomorrow,â says Grace. You look at her curiously. âProject?â you ask. Grace's face ascends. âYesâŚwe need to be closer to the clan, a place we are safe, but we can still get on with the project 'jakesullyâ says grace, watching you laugh. âI was able to convince the RDA idiots to have a bunker, where we can have a team, a small lab. i'm counting on you, right?â grace looks at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer. âCan I refuse?â you speak, feeling Grace hug you and press a kiss to your hair. âIt'll be for the best⌠we'll have a great time, no personal spaceâ grace jokes, as you groan loudly.
And as if by magic, within a week you were in the bunker in the middle of the jungle. Norm, grace, judy, jake and you. Although judy came and went from time to time to get everything you needed. Even though she used to get away so often, she was part of the team. You adjusted too quickly, it seemed to be comfortable. And the comfort you felt around Jake was increasing too, and very quickly. This seemed to be nice for grace, she liked to see you happy and excited about something or someoneâŚit had been a long time since she had seen you like this. Watching from afar, as you wiped jake's face with a wet rag. âI'm not a babyâ says Jake, as you wipe his eyes. While you hold your face with both hands. âYeah but you're barely taking care of yourselfâŚI know your avatar body is amazing, but you're hereâ you touch his chest and feel his heart. âCan you feel it moving? It's that fast for you â jake jokes, watching you laugh and turn away from him. âThat was the worst thing you've said so farâ norm complains from behind you, as he sips his coffee.
You liked it when jake would go back to his body in the afternoon, and do his video documentaries. And you could listen to everything he had learned, plus he would also tell you everything he had done with neytiri. âIt's just that it's hard to use the bowâŚit'sâ Jake would explain with his hands, you could see the frustration in his eyes and gestures. Neytiri could be very rude at times, but that was the way it was and he had to learn. âThe trick is to put pressure on the back armâ you move, and show him the pose. âAnd boomâŚdoneâ you joke. Jake shakes his head to the side, watching as you continue to explain how he should do things. Just like neytiri was doing, they were explaining almost identically. Jake leans forward and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. Tucking it behind your ear. âThank youâ you speak timidly, now pulling away. âThank you for helping meâ jake says.
Since you had gotten closer to him, he had improved so much with the lessons with neytiri. If she told him something, he would ask you as soon as he returned to his human body. And you answered him without hesitation, sometimes he didn't understand how you knew so much about the clan. Only grace and a few avatars were supposed to have had contact with the clan, norm could know some things. But you were an expert. And your advice is really paying off. Now jake was in his avatar body, he was holding the bow again, and he remembered what you had said to him. âNeytiri was asking you to put strength in your arms, so you will be more accurate in your shootingâ jake remembered your words, he adjusted his stance. Neytiri was approaching him, but stopped short. When she noticed Jake's stance, she stood watching him. Seeing how the shot was perfect. âWell doneâ says neytiri, watching as jake smiles at her. She was wondering how he had improved overnight. But if she could tell, it was the technique jake was usingâŚit was very similar to yours. Neytiri tries to distract herself and keeps walking towards the prey.
For a moment during the day, the two of them had sat down in a nice quiet meadow to eat something to eatâŚneytiri was minding her own business eating her food. But she could feel jake's gaze, he might change his gaze once or twice. But he would look back at her. â What are you looking at so much?â speaks neytiri without taking her eyes off her fruit. Jake remains thoughtful for a moment. âThat necklace around your neckâ jake points to the woven necklace neytiri had around her neck, she touches it while looking at it warmly. âWhat is it?â jake asks, but he thinks he knows the answer. The reason he's asking is because the night before, when he came over to fix your hair. He could see you had that same necklace, he wanted to believe it was something grace gave you. But today he noticed the same one on Neytiri and was surprised. They were identical. âThisâŚâ neytiri holds her necklace tightly. âThis is a memory of herâ neytiri says, she stops eating for a moment. She could look thoughtful, like she was remembering someone. âHer?â asks jake. Neytiri looks at him slowly, you could see her little teary eyes. But she gets up suddenly, âCome onâŚwe have a lot of things to doâ says neytiri. Jake stands up behind her, and catches her hand to stop her for a second. âNeytiriâŚare you okay?â the boy asks. Neytiri squeezes jake's hand for a moment, looking down and taking a deep breath. âYes,â she says. Starting to walk to a new route, but Jake could tell how she didn't let go of his grip and continued to hold his hand tightly. Jake didn't refuse at any point, neytiri is not very affectionate to say the least, and the fact that she was still holding his hand. It meant that she needs him right now.
That same afternoon, when jake and neytiri came home from training, they had lunch with the whole clan. And lay down to rest in their respective places, neytiri waited a few minutes to carefully lift her head and see if jake had finally fallen asleep. She had her home with her parents, being still single, neytiri could live with her parents. But right now, she had the task of training and taking care of Jake. So she had to be wherever he was. Neytiri notices how Jake is asleep. Getting up from her hammock, to walk carefully in the branches. Leaving the resting area, running carefully to her ikran. âsenseâŚcome onâ says neytiri, climbing into her ikran quickly. flying away from the familiar tree, she hopes no one was following her, because she was heading to a place she only knew about.
Not far away, there was a very tall tree. Too tall to be anything but scary for anyone to come and interrupt. Neytiri leads Seze to a giant branch, which had a beautiful view of the jungle of Pandora. Neytiri climbs down from the ikran, stroking the creature's head, stretching a little. To approach the tree trunk, picking up a small bag. Now to sit on the edge of the branch. She sighs a little, looking at the scenery. Opening the bag, and taking out of it a piece of paper. Very carefully she unfolds it and laughs to see what was drawn on it.
A cute doodle drawingâŚon it were two girls. Neytiri laughs to herself, as she touches the paper wistfully. âI hope you never forget meâŚmy Y/Nâ Neytiri speaks softly. Hugging the paper carefully, this was the only thing I had of you.
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