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theorist-fox · 25 days ago

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Promise rings

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Crossposted on AO3.

Filthy. That's it. If you want some more humiliation kink I highly, highly, highly, highly recommend this by @/the-californicationist

Part 1 >> Part 2 >> Part 3

18+

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: Simon fingers you in the rec room and you give him a promise ring. Or two—depending on how many fingers he's used.

CW: smut (fingering, finger sucking, squirting), humiliation kink, semi-public, Simon is a little mean but you love it so it's fine

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“Don’ wan’ anyone to hear ya now, do we?”

He hushes you, mouth to your ear. His hand is shackled to your hips by the waistband of your sweatpants, two thick fingers already slick and buried to the knuckle.

Simon holds you tightly in place, hand curled at the base of your throat as an empty threat he won’t fulfill unless you kindly ask. He has you tucked between his legs, aptly spread to accommodate your body in between, as he slowly pumps his fingers into your cunt. Your knees are conveniently hooked on each of his thighs, and they’re already trembling even if he’s just begun.

Sweat collects on your back, dampening your shirt and by extension his own too. You feel his heart rabbit in his ribcage, thrumming against your spine. Thick arms glue your back to his chest—just in case you want to make a run for it.

As if, right?

Earlier that night, he’d caught you out of your room much past midnight, trying to sneak a cuppa in the common area. Told you something along the lines of how he should have you cleaning the toilets because you’re breaking curfew, and you bit back with a hefty dose of sarcasm about how that’s not your favorite punishment he’s ever given you.

And so, he’d grabbed you by the waist and dropped back on the couch with an arm still coiled around it.

You’re ashamed to say it only took two fingers circling your entrance and his tongue licking wanton stripes down your neck to make you embarrassingly wet. Balaclava lifted to his nose, he’d murmured unholy things to your ear, like how he’d want to drill in your head that you can’t go and break base rules, how he can’t keep covering for you, how he’d love to teach you a lesson by splitting you in half on his cock until you can only part your lips to apologize for giving him a headache.

But alas, the location isn’t sex friendly.

However, the notion hasn't stopped Simon from adopting a more subtle approach that would lead to a similar conclusion. Like swirling the tips of his fingers around the fluttering hole of your cunt. Or biting softly at the shell of your ear, while keeping you nice and still with a hand on your collarbones.

Doesn’t stop him now, as he curls the pads of his fingers until they press where the velvet of your walls gets rougher to the touch.

You abandon your head back onto his shoulder, heavy puffs leave your mouth in tandem with the skilled work of his hand, one that knows every nook and cranny of you. Glossy lips start nibbling at his neck and you relish how his throat bobs each time your teeth sink a little deeper. His growing stubble scratches the tender skin of your mouth, but it’s more than fine because you like how it stings.

“Little more, please?” You breathe.

But it’s then that he stops beckoning his fingers, leaving your walls to clamp around them as they fall still. You protest by biting the tendons of his neck a bit harder, suppressing a groan into it.

“Maybe it went over your head,” he drawls, tugging the balaclava down his chin before returning his hand at the base of your throat. “But this is a punishment, love.”

He cruelly leaves your hole to desperately flutter around nothing, but ultimately uses those same fingers to wet the rest of your sex. Keeping quiet becomes less of an option when he starts rubbing idle circles on your clit. He’s neglected it all this time, making it swell with blood and causing its sensitivity to peak.

You shudder when he first brushes over it.

As if out of habit, you search for his lips, sure to add a nice make-out session to pair with his fingers. But your mouth only meets fabric, and you frown.

“Don’t be a bastard, Riley.”

He hums, turning away to press a kiss to your cheek through the balaclava. “Only way I know.”

You pout. “Just one.”

“Behave.”

With a sigh, you relent. There’s no use in begging for something he won’t give you. You’ve learned to recognize what you can get from Simon, and what will be out of reach for the time being. If he’s decided he doesn’t want to kiss you, you will not get a kiss.

But it doesn’t mean that you can’t be a little petty about it.

You tug at his mask with your teeth, catching his lower lip too, and sharply bite into it.

In response, Simon slaps your pussy. A wet thwack echoes in the silent rec room. It sends tingles up your spine, and you hiss and gasp against his lips. Your nerves are currently haywire, and they cannot discern whether that rush was due to pain or pleasure.

You pull back only to pout, but it's obvious to both of you that there is no animosity in your eyes. In fact, Simon’s gaze falls to your lips with lust embedded in his pupils, and he takes that slightly jutting lower lip of yours as a little plea for him to give you what you need. Which is why he brushes his wet fingertips to your clit again, and again, until he can feel you soften in his grasp with a sequence of breathy, surrendering sighs. Only then, when you feel like molten wax in his hands, he switches to more rewarding, steady circles.

His focus leaves your lips only to take in your eyes. They’re diligently trained on him, because you know he likes to look you dead in the eye when he’s making you tremble to the bone. Eye contact is the only means he uses to communicate with you in the fog that is your relationship.

He’s more absorbed than you are, your eyes getting glassier by the minute. You want to keep it up, to hold your own against his stare that defies you to crack him open and peel the layers and understand. But you and him both know that is the last straw for you. He’s made you sensitive and supple and dull. Your head rolls back against his shoulder, and you push back, once again, the discovery of Simon Riley.

You breathe softly against his neck, trying to give yourself some containment due to the location you’re in. Nails dig in his forearms until they mark pink crescents over his tattoos, hoping that releasing tension through touch would help you keep your mouth shut.

Simon knows you still have something up your sleeve to use against him, because his weakness is to have you yearning for him as much as he does you—to have you pleading for his words, his touch, his presence, like he internally does each time you walk into his same space.

You’ve never had a problem begging. When you’re confident enough about your person, pride doesn’t even get involved—they’re just words, and if he likes them, then so be it.

As long as he makes you come until your head spins.

“Please, Simon.” You whimper, putting up that act he knows all too well. As if he’d believe you’re truly submitting to him—but it’s fine, to be honest.

He's never wanted you to bend for him. Simon likes that fire that singes your pupils when you’re on active duty, or when you fuck him. He wouldn’t dream of snuffing it out, not when he’s more than aware that it makes him glow, too.

“Bit louder.” He rasps against your ear.

And you oblige, going as far as to wet your lips and bat your pretty lashes at him. Minx.

“Please? I’ll suck your cock after.”

Simon huffs. “Sellin’ it alrigh’.”

He loves to feel the stiffness of your clit under the pads of his fingers, how the more he skims them over it, the harder it gets—as if he’s flipping a switch. Which he sort of is, isn’t he? You’ve turned from the snarky little minx that could make him crack a smile or two, into this soft clay molding under the warmth of his touch.

“Wanna cum,” you sigh sweetly against his skin, sucking tenderly at the exposed flesh on his neck. “Please, Simon, let’s go to my room.”

He tuts at you, slowing down with his hand only to get you annoyed.

“We’re gonna stay ‘ere,” he murmurs, softly shaking his head so that the fabric of the balaclava scratches your skin.

Then, out of the blue, you feel fingers dig into your jaw and pulling your mouth away from his neck. He forces your eyes forward, where the door of the rec room opens to the dark hallway.

“You’re gonna cum on my hand, yeah? Soak it nicely.” He rasps against your ear, “An’ you’re gonna be quiet ‘bout it.”

Your cunt flutters.

“Need you sharp. Tha' clear?” He says, commanding as ever. “Answer, Sergeant.”

It almost makes you unravel then and there. Your eyes roll back and your hips buck against his hand. But you still have bits of reason floating around that mush he’s turned your brain into.

“Cameras,” you mumble, sounding a little stupid and definitely on the verge of surrender. “There’re cameras.”

His response comes swiftly. “Not pointin’ at the sofa.”

Your chest stutters. He feels it under the weight of his palm. Your soft moans quiet down, too. A telltale sign of your beautiful brain whirring its cogs again. How he loves it, more than your body. Outwitting his every move. A true opponent—or ally, if only he’d allow you a little closer.

“You planned this, haven’t you?” You whisper cleverly, face still hidden in the crook of his neck and chest still heaving under his hand. Still affected by him, and yet your voice sounds steady and smooth.

And you’re so right. He knows this place by heart and could walk around it blindfolded. When he saw you in your grey sweatpants and an old white t-shirt, fumbling lazily with the electric kettle, blood had rushed so quickly to his cock he thought he could have fainted.

There is something about you invested in this almost boring, domestic light that always strikes him breathless. When the outline of the pillow fabric is imprinted in your cheek. When your hair is tousled by the bedsheets.

You look good in uniform too, all safely cradled in Kevlar and padded in neoprene. But it’s when you look drowsy and soft that sends him spiraling.

With the calculating mind of the pathological control freak he is, he’d retraced the position of the cameras in his head, and promptly decided to have you then and there.

The silence following your question must not be as subtle as he thinks. In seconds, you go from pliantly soft, into a squirming mess trying to escape him. Simon manages to hold you still only because he overpowers you in strength.

“What is it, mh?” You hiss, pushing at his forearm. “Been following me, L.T.?”

He hadn’t. Truly, he’d just stumbled upon you. It wouldn’t be too odd—he’s a sleepless ghost, after all, oftentimes found wandering around base at ungodly hours. The fact that he’d found you in his usual haunting grounds had been mere luck—true, blessed luck.

“You are-”

“Shut up.”

“-Fucking obsessed, and you-”

“Don’t.”

“-can’t even admit it.“

“Sergeant.”

“Coward.”

He plunges those two fingers back inside, punching a gasp out of you, and he gives no time for your hole to readjust to the stretch. Simply, he starts dragging against the front of your walls with a voracity that could be mistaken for hate, if you didn’t know him better.

You stiffen suddenly, arching your back off his chest. Teeth catch your bottom lip in an almost bloodthirsty grip—as much as you want to scream at him, you don’t want to get caught either.

He rams relentlessly into you until you're melting once again. His mouth is painfully pressed against your ear, and if the balaclava wasn't in the way, he would be lapping at whatever piece of flesh he could land on.

“Y’re a clever little thing, uh?” He groans huskily. “Always got the fuckin’ answer ready.”

You laugh under your breath, perhaps because you’re getting exactly what you want, or perhaps because you’ve been reading him more keenly than he thought and you've finally uncovered some new information that has been shrouded in darkness up until now.

He doesn’t care, and he gives in to you.

“Oh, you love it, you bastard,” you bite back breathlessly, which only makes his cock twitch in the tight space of his briefs.

“Smug little cunt.” He breathes in your ear, but you swear there isn’t an ounce of hostility in it.

You turn your head to meet his eyes. The playful smile on your fucked out face is straight out of his dreams—he's seen it so many times and yet it never ceases to amaze him. Nor does the way your hair bounces off your face in recoil from the frantic work of his hand. Or how your cheeks turn ruddy for him. Or how your lashes cast heavy shadows down your face.

“You love this smug little cunt, too.” You breathe, smugly.

Just proving his words, really.

“Don’t get cocky,” he hums in your ear. “Might gonna have to prove ya wrong, then.”

The heel of his hand rolls against your puffy clit in tandem with his fingers, because he wants you to come undone impossibly quick now that you’ve caught him red-handed.

It’s enough to make you forget you’re having a battle of wits with him. Your eyes roll back again, and your head falls limply onto his shoulder.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you wheeze, and he takes that as a sign to not stride away from the pace he’s taken.

His hand at the base of your neck tightens slightly, causing your breathy moans to lodge in your throat. Your cunt clenches right then, and your lips tug in a smile—because you love it, and he knows.

His contorted little mess. His cunning fox, strutting around the base with so much confidence in her gait, looking seemingly untamable. But when you're in his clutches, you're nothing but his pet, the one who enjoys having her leash tugged a little more firmly than socially acceptable.

“S-Simon.” Yes. Yes. C’mon, sweetheart. C’mon. “Simon – oh God –“

You’re being too loud. He doesn’t care if he gets caught with his pants down. He dares someone to confront him about it. Simon doesn’t revel in fickle things like dignity, not after life has done its goddamn worst to strip him of it.

But you? Hell, not you. He cherishes your privacy, in spite of how this whole predicament might make it look otherwise. On top of that, he selfishly likes to think he’s the only one with the delightful honor to see you so flushed and breathless, moaning his name like it’s the only one you know.

“Told ya to stay quiet.” And he stuffs two fingers in your mouth.

You groan and suck them back to your throat, until his pads graze the soft palate at the back. You gag around them, and he almost comes in his pants, wishing it was his cock instead.

“Bite, don’t shout.”

And you do. You bite the flesh around the base of his fingers, while his other ones are bringing you closer to the edge. An edge you’ve touched plenty of times with him, but one you’d rather not reach in such a public spot.

Granted, it’s night. It would be a fateful event for someone to walk by—rare, if not unique.

But still.

“Simon,” you moan, voice muffled around his fingers. “Fuck’s sake, no’ ‘ere.”

He chuckles, because he knows.

And you confirm it, by getting all agitated in his arms, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. Your hand curls around the wrist of his offending hand, still ramming deep into your sex.

“Simon, stop –” You croak, slightly pulling back to speak. “M’gonna cum—stop.”

He doesn’t. That’s not the safe word, is it? Say it, and he’ll stop stock still in less than a heartbeat.

But you won't, right, sweet thing? No, you won’t. Because it feels too good, doesn’t it?

“Red?” He rumbles, voice low and measured to give you the impression that he still has some semblance of control left.

You cry around his fingers until your brows touch. Tears prickle the corners of your eyes, and maybe, he thinks, you like this. The thought of getting caught. The thought of someone seeing you come for him, shaking and bucking your hips like you’re a fucking cat in heat.

His fingers don’t relent, because that tiny word still hasn’t left your lips.

“Red?” He insists, as he feels your cunt clench impossibly tight each time he speaks. “Answer.”

But you don’t. Instead, you shake your head with a sob, and Simon would bet his fucking right hand that it’s out of pleasure more than anything else.

He chuckles, low and deep. “Dirty fuckin’ slag.”

He’d recognize that fucked out look anywhere. As if you’re struggling to breathe, eyes unfocused and glassy, lustrous lips puckered right above the knuckle. He regrets refusing your kiss, because he's sure they’d look even more delectable after he’s bitten them to bits.

“You like this, uh?” He rasps against your ear. “Wan’ an audience all for ya, yeah? Wan’ the team to pop in to see you like this?”

You shake your head, muffling a cry around his fingers.

He tuts at you. “Don’t lie to me, love.”

You squirm and moan, sniffling with your nose as tears travel down your temples and into your hairline. You nod, then, because you’re a good sergeant and you follow orders as dutifully as you hand them out—every time.

"Wan' em all to 'ave a wank as you cum 'round my fingers, don't you?" He croons, even if the thought of someone seeing you like this has his blood boiling.

Drool gathers at the corners of your mouth as you buck your hips to intensify the work of his hand. And you nod vigorously, once again, with your eyes rolled back. Heavy puffs leave your nostrils, shallow and quick.

Simon hums a groan deep from his chest. He loves to see you break, loves to see you crack so easily. Doesn’t care if your mouth is quieted by his fingers, because your cunt is so wet it’s making sounds of its own that are enough for his greedy, insatiable ears.

His forearm starts cramping but he'll be damned if he stops, keeping his ring and middle finger inside as he presses them to the front wall of your vagina, while rhythmically dragging them in and out in a dance he knows will make you shatter.

And then you tense, corded neck tilted back. A long, agonizing moan escapes your stuffed mouth, and your walls signal your orgasm before your lips do. You ripple around his fingers, making movements hard, if not impossible. He easily overcomes that obstacle and keeps fucking you raw with the help of your come collecting on his palm. You’re so wet he barely has to try.

He looks at your profile on his shoulder. At the fucked out look in your eyes, misty and unfocused. Keenly listens to the moans you're trying to contain, as they turn into wheezing mewls. Feels the vice grip your pulsating cunt has on his fingers, the indents left by your teeth on his other hand.

Fuck it, you're gorgeous.

You come back down from the high with a wet gasp choked by his knuckles. Your nose is stuffy and it’s probably a little hard to breathe—but he’s merciful and takes out his fingers.

Or, at least, tries.

Your head lunges forward before he’s fully pulled them out. You gag when the tips touch the back of your throat again.

Simon’s eyes widen but he doesn’t waste a second.

He resumes the pace that has already made you come, watching with rapt attention how your face doesn’t even look like yours anymore. There’s spit on your lips, and tears down your eyes. He’s already seen you wrecked, folded in half on his bedsheets. But there’s something even more unhinged about having you panting in the common area of a high security military base. It feeds him a great deal of power—you’re doing this for him, you’re putting yourself on the line because of him.

That, of course, requires a reward.

“Look at you,” he croaks. “Gimme one more, yeah? One more.”

Your legs squirm and you kick your heels against the sofa in sudden overstimulation, the hold of your hands on his arm turns into a death grip that paints your knuckles white and his flesh red. You could be skinning him alive, and he wouldn’t stop the onslaught on your pussy.

He can hear you heaving, sees your pebbled nipples brush against the soft cotton of your t-shirt. Your teeth are sinking into his flesh, and he will most likely be sporting bruised bite marks on his fingers for a few days. He rolls his wrist to cause fluctuations in the pressure on your swollen clit and against your walls. Your hips swing together with his hand. He knows where to touch, you know how to guide him—it’s an intimate dance, and it belongs to you two only.

Simon scratches his cheek against your temple to collect the tears that are falling into your hairline.

He flattens the heel of his hand against your clit, which is once again a stiff kink of nerves—he’s shocked by how far he can push you before he wrings you dry.

Your eyes touch his own, but you’re not even looking. Still unsated, still greedy for more—you love this, don’t you? Too much on your shoulders: responsibilities, a haunting past and an uncertain future. This job gives you very few rewards for the effort you put into it. That’s why you love it, when he brushes away every fear and uncertainty with a simple roll of his hand.

He starts beckoning his fingers inside of you, teasing and pressing against that one overstimulated spot that has already made you come. The squelching noises coming from your pussy are enough to make his cock leak as he keeps pressing and sliding against your ass.

“Leakin’ like a fuckin’ faucet.” He rasps against your ear.

You moan around his fingers, and it vibrates through his bones. Your eyes are hooded, lushes clumped with tears, and your body is completely abandoned and at his mercy. You trust him to ruin you in the best ways, and he can only comply.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he whispers in your ear. “Could cum just by lookin’ at ya.”

Feeding you this knowledge seems enough to tip you over the edge again.

He wishes he’d taken this to another room like you asked before, because you slip into a second orgasm with a choked “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!” muffled by his digits that will haunt him forever.

A rushing flood invades his palm, and he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning at the sight. You come spraying liquid, tense and quivering in his arms. The soft grey marl of your sweats first darkens with tiny speckles, and then it blends into a larger spot covering the crotch of your pants.

Breath is caught in your throat, and if he wasn't witnessing the strength of your orgasm firsthand, he'd be dead worried by the look on your face. Pinched and overwhelmed.

"There it is." He murmurs, low and gravelly, "Fuck, tha's a sight. Fuckin' lovely."

He leaves your hole to flutter emptily only to skim the pruny pads of his fingers on your clit to prolong your orgasm, watching mesmerized how your squirt keeps staining the fabric.

It’s impossibly hot and it makes something in his head tick at the sight, almost like a needle puncturing his brain. His cock twitches helplessly as he unconsciously keeps rubbing the swollen head against your plump rear, before an unexpected warmth floods through him and invades each one of his nerves.

He tastes blood on his tongue for how hard he’s been biting his cheek.

Fuck.

A ragged breath around his fingers tells him you’ve returned to yourself. You soften against him like a doll prettily placed on his lap.

"Breathe," he says softly, watching keenly as you come back to your senses. "Slow n' steady, love. Deep breaths. Tha's it."

His fingers slow, guiding you down to earth. Your eyes are hooded, glossy and now apparently sated, blood collected in the apples of your cheeks. You’re looking at him too, now gently suckling on his fingers to keep quiet, nostrils flaring to breathe as he's instructing you.

You’re so beautiful he forgets he has to be a bastard around you, or you’ll come and try to steal the heart you unknowingly already own.

Simon takes his fingers out of your mouth, not without smearing the spit they collected all over your lips first. You pant and smile. And apparently, you don't care that he's wearing the mask, because you lean in and kiss where his lips would be. Just a peck. He can’t fathom giving you more, not now. Not when his head is so confused, thoughts and feelings twisted in an imprecise knot. He simply kisses you back, silently cursing the fabric separating your skin from his, but ultimately doing nothing about it. Then, he helps you stand.

“Go on, now.” He murmurs, patting your thigh. “S’after curfew.”

You're looking a little out of it. Simon can't help but feel a brief moment of guilt for leaving you to fend for yourself, when your legs look like they're made of jelly and your head still swims in ecstasy.

You wobble to the table, flattening your hands on the faux wood to regain your balance. Head bowed and still panting, your hair falls to frame your face and hides it from his sight. You feel dizzy, blinking your eyes to center yourself. The pleasure ebbs away slowly, languid, like molten lava leaving the crater of a volcano, dripping down your quivering legs scorching hot, until it puddles at your feet.

Differently, Simon doesn’t move from the sofa. A hand comes to adjust his crotch, and he lifts his hips to get into a more comfortable angle. He stays like that, legs spread as the ghost of you still sits in between them. His thumb grazes the fabric of the sweatpants he uses as loungewear, and he looks at you. Bent at the waist, wet, messy and panting—his name is written over you with a big, fat indelible marker.

You’re his, his, his. No matter what you say, or what he says—you’re his.

Simon’s eyes are dark and heavy with lust and a tinge of anger, and you can feel them like lasers drawing your profile as if he’s carving it into marble. Whichever thought about him was about to bloom, however, is smothered to cinders when you spot the huge wet patch between your thighs.

Your eyes widen and you turn, if possible, even more flushed. Your head snaps upward and to him in a flash. Your eyes are burning, and Simon can’t help but think he’d love for you to scorch him to the bone.

“Y-You fuckin’ bastard.” You point an accusing finger in his direction, walking awkwardly as the sodden cotton of your knickers sticks uncomfortably to your pussy.

“Go on, I said.” He murmurs in his usual, jaded way. “S’late, you’re gonna get caught.”

You’re infuriated. Incensed. He wants to fuck you all over, flatten your tits to that same table, and ram into you while you shower him with curses and come.

“How am I s’posed to walk around like I’ve pissed myself!”

You’re whisper yelling. Smoke is billowing out of your ears. Your eyes turn crimson and you’re growing horns and a pointy tail.

You look beautiful.

But he simply rolls his neck and keeps his big hand draped over his groin.

“With your legs, love.”

And you stomp to him until you’re standing once again between his thighs.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Simon throws back his head onto the top of the couch and looks at you through hooded eyes, pupils blown into a black hole that sucks the light of his brown irises.

“Can’t kill a ghost.”

"Oh, shut your gob with that shit.” You spit with vitriol.

“Not so smug now, uh?”

You suck in a sharp breath.

“You-you fuckin’ wanker.” You hiss, but the embarrassed stutter makes you look like a puffed up cat more than a viper. “I fuckin’ hate you.”

“Bet you do.”

“I’m a respected sergeant, I can’t go ‘round like I’ve piss-”

“That all?”

You glower at him. If he didn’t know you like the back of his hand, he would cower. Shame for you that he does, and the irate flame in your eyes only makes his hunger grow because he knows how voracious you are when you’re furious.

“Told ya t’was a punishment, didn’t I?” He deadpans, “Jog on, now.”

Once again, you splutter. It would be such an entertaining sight, one he’d relentlessly tease you for, if he was in the mood. But he isn't, and in fact, he needs you to leave as soon as humanly possible.

You clench your fists, probably ready to strike him right in his mug. Totally deserved it, he’d let you get him straight on the nose.

But then you huff and strike you don’t, stomping your foot on the floor like an angry child. Cleverly, you decide to put your hands to better use and tug down the hem of your oversized t-shirt instead—trying to cover, as best as you can, the wet patch on the crotch of your pants.

Scowling, you threaten him with a sizzling “I’m gonna make you pay for it, Riley.”

You turn around, marching away with ire in each one of your steps as if the soles of your feet could melt the linoleum of the floors by sheer, angry heat.

“Sure you will.” He murmurs to himself, knowing fully well he’s started a battle he’ll gladly let you win.

Simon waits for the noise of your steps to disappear before he sinks into the couch with a defeated sigh. Tugging off the balaclava, he runs a sloppy hand across his face. He can still smell you on his fingers and something in his stomach knots.

Wearily, his eyes travel down his torso until they meet the hand covering the crotch of his sweatpants. With his thumb, he traces the purple indents left by your teeth at base of each finger. Tomorrow, he’ll wear them proudly. A weird promise ring, sure. But yours, nonetheless.

He lifts his hand slowly and scowls.

An incriminating stain stares back at him. Untouched, softening cock sensitive to the barest of movements he makes.

Looks like you’ll meet again tomorrow in the laundry room, first thing in the morning.

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sugaurora · 11 months ago

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Dream Come True

Since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, you’d only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. You’re not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but you’re also not about to complain.

Pairing: Med Student Seokjin x Plus Size Female Reader

Genre: Brother’s Best Friend; Friends to Lovers; Smut

Word Count: 16,800+

Tags: Profanity; Explicit sexual content; unprotected sex; Seokjin is a soft, sweet, gentle guy and I’m so gone for him, big dick seokjin, inexplicable amounts of cum???, dirty talk, cumplay, breastplay, oral (m and f), fingering, of course they kiss a lot because that’s my brand, brief blood mention, wound redressing

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“Oh! Y/N? I didn’t know you were here, love.”

Ahh, there he was again—the man of your dreams. And you had to be dreaming because, thanks to the rules, Seokjin could only meet you alone inside your dreams. You heard him loose a light groan of frustration, his voice so close by you should have been able to reach out and touch him. The world of your dreams was still dark though, the always breathtaking vision of him not yet fading in.

“Your brother would kill me if I let you sleep here all night.”

Dream Seokjin was right. Your older brother, Yoongi, had laid down his law years ago: his best friend was off-limits. No dating. No kissing. And definitely no fucking. Understandably, he didn’t want anything coming between him and the bestie he’d had since kindergarten, especially not a sour relationship with his little sister just in case things went south. So the only times you found yourself alone with Seokjin were here inside your unconscious dreams. Thankfully, your mind was kind to you and let him visit often. Unthankfully, it was so kind that seeing the man during your waking hours was sometimes a little torturous. It was why, even though Yoongi had given you permission to crash in Seokjin’s bed tonight, you’d ended up on their uncomfortable couch instead. Better a stiff back than the torment of smelling your one true temptation all night long.

You heard a light pop as Seokjin clucked his tongue. “The pull-out’s been broken for weeks. How could he let you fall asleep here?” The scene of this dream still had yet to form in your mind’s eye, even though Seokjin’s sweet voice still sounded so temptingly close.

Jungkook liked to joke that you spent your spare time fucking out your frustration over the cockblock. As your best friend and roommate, he might’ve been a little right in analyzing your bad habits. Though it was rich coming from him, a masochist in his own right. A photographer with a keen eye for gorgeous men, he’d called your brother his ultimate muse since the first day they met. But like most people, Yoongi never gave him the time of day and Jungkook had been nursing a pining blueball of his own ever since.

At least being barred from pursuing the man you truly wanted had never left you shy about pursuing your sex life. Maybe the constant temptation of someone you couldn’t have made you much more likely to seek out satisfaction elsewhere. Even if it meant you were never truly satisfied, leaving a trail of fuckbuddies who still wanted a bit more of you in your wake. Your habits probably weren’t helping to convince your brother that anything between you and Seokjin would ever be a good idea, and even though you would’ve enjoyed a chance to prove him wrong, you loved Yoongi just enough to respect his wishes. Mostly.

Seokjin had always had a different allure from your usual flings. Your history together since childhood stretched long and had formed in you a crush that ran beyond skin deep. You’d gotten reckless more than once, losing your sense and attempting to buck your brother’s request. And time and again, Seokjin had proven he wasn’t interested. No amount of revealing outfits, spicy innuendos, or inappropriate proximity seemed to phase the man. Considering how Seokjin spent almost all of his time consumed with school anyway, you should’ve given up ages ago. If only that one memory would stop resurfacing and making you wonder at the what-ifs. Still, he never seemed to notice you in that way, never acted like he would be interested in anything romantic with you.

Dream Seokjin though? Oh, that was a different story. He was always interested.

“I’m going to take you to sleep in my bed, alright?” he asked in a gentle whisper as though he were sharing a secret. Seokjin’s unforgettable scent that you’d been trying to avoid invaded your dreams despite all your best efforts. Fresh cotton, earthy cedar, and that subtle, sweet scent of fruit that always clung to him surrounded you, making you curse your own memory for being so potent. Your dream finally faded into vision just as you felt the soft pressure of his fingertips against the back of your neck. You were still in your brother’s living room, though the space was dimly lit and all you could see were Seokjin’s bare, broad shoulders, his skin the color of rich honey, damp and glistening in the barely there light. His dark brown hair hung around his face, slightly heavy as though still a little damp from a shower, curling just above the dark-rimmed glasses he usually traded his contacts for at night. You groaned internally, unsure why your subconscious had intended to be so kind, yet so cruel for the evening.

“Hey, it’s just me,” he said in that same soft rumble, the edges of his familiar, plush lips curving into the gentlest of smiles. “Go back to sleep, love.”

Love. Seokjin had called you that for years. Sometimes, when your pining got a little out of hand, hearing the nickname stung. But he’d been you and your brother’s friend before anything else and, no matter how much he’d made himself scarce since starting med school, you had no doubt he truly did love you.

Suddenly it felt like you were floating, though that feeling was overshadowed by the radiating warmth of Seokjin’s bare chest. You felt the impression of him skin-to-skin as his arms hooked you beneath your knees, his large hand splayed against your back, the blanket you’d curled around yourself falling away. In the waking world, you’d never considered whether he was strong enough to carry you. Compared to your svelte brother, you had inherited a much plumper body type, all soft rolling curves, rounded wherever you could be. Seokjin may have been taller, but you were surely heavier. To be fair, Seokjin had never lacked in athleticism. He’d been a track star his entire college career and still spent more than his fair share of time sculpting strong, lean muscles in the gym. He said it helped strengthen his constitution so he would rarely get sick at the hospital and it gave him the stamina to focus for his long hours of study. It may have also given him a fair shot at lifting you without much difficulty. Of course, even if he couldn’t, in your dreams it wasn’t surprising that he could do anything.

You were curious how this strange dream would play out though. You’d spent countless nights dreaming of him in endless scenarios, from pirating on ships and flying through outer space to driving in race cars and solving crimes between the stacks at his university library. Sometimes he spent the dream pleasuring you in any way you could imagine and other times you went on nonsensical adventures together, ridiculous in the way only dreams could be. But in your current dream state, you couldn’t recall one quite as ordinary as this. You curled into him as he carried you, letting the delicious warmth and fresh air of his scent envelop you as he moved and enjoying the feeling of the flex of his forearm muscles against your legs.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” you heard him say in gentle reassurance.

Fuck. As if you hadn’t suffered enough that day, clearly the night intended to be torturous as well. The race track where you worked was a lot closer to your brother’s apartment than the one across town you shared with Jungkook. So you’d sent a pleading message, asking if you could crash on their couch for the night. Since Seokjin was spending a night shift at the hospital, your brother had offered you his friend’s empty bed. And since you’d needed to avoid that torture, you’d chosen to use their wonky couch instead to etch away enough of your exhaustion to be able to function like a normal human being in the morning. Yoongi’s room was quiet, his door closed when you arrived. So you’d showered away the funk of the day in Seokjin’s en suite and borrowed one of his oversized t-shirts, saying a thankful prayer for his massive shoulders because it fit perfectly.

It occurred to you too late that his scent likely lingered on the clothes, triggering your poorly buried desires. Now Seokjin was in your dreams, smelling like heaven and touching your bare skin. Any dream with Seokjin was a good dream and, just like any other, you intended to enjoy the fantasy as much as you could. But no matter how much you enjoyed it at the moment, your misjudgment in borrowing his clothes meant you were going to wake up horny and disappointed.

You hadn’t realized your vision of him had faded out again until you felt your body being lowered into soft, cushioned sheets and a new blanket being drawn up over your body. You heard Seokjin curse softly under his breath, the darkened vision of him fading in once again. Why was he so hot when he cursed? Perhaps because it was so rare? The room was lit only enough that you could just barely make out his broad silhouette at the edge of whatever bed he’d lain you on. Could see his bare chest not far away from you in the dark, planes of skin that you longed to touch so temptingly close. Scratch that. Why was he so hot in general? Your narrow vision slowly faded and you thought the dream might be ending already, your body quickly slipping back into a deeper sleep. Then you heard the faintest sigh and felt the surface just next to you shift, the weight of Seokjin’s body settling into the bed beside you. You felt soft fingertips stroke your forehead, brushing lightly against your skin.

“I really hope someone’s told you how pretty you are when you sleep,” he said quietly. He faded back in then, hand outstretched in front of your face, lips slightly parted as he stared down at you in a look of subdued reverence.

It was enough. Even if you were cognizant that this was all a dream, that none of it could ever be real, you didn’t want to let your chance fade. Understated as it was, it was honestly the closest to the real Seokjin you’d ever dreamed of; thoughtful, doting, and kind in the selfless way you’d appreciated about him your whole life, in the way it took you a long time to accept that you deserved. Slowly, you leaned up, watching his eyes widen slightly as you did so.

“S-sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’ll…” His words trailed off as you lifted your hand and pressed it against the side of his face, letting your thumb trace the soft skin of his cheek. He breathed in quick and sharp in response. Real Seokjin was visually striking. But the close-up of this dream Seokjin was starting to drive you mad. Between the level of detail your mind conjured, from the tiny mole just below his collarbone to the exact pink shade of his lips to the muscled lines of his bare chest, it was all enough to make you wish this fantasy would never end. Sometimes in these dreams, you kissed him roughly, took control of the moment, and loosed your sexual frustrations within the safest setting you had available. But since this Seokjin was so much more like the real one, tonight you wanted to meet him gently, experiencing a delicate pleasure you could never have in real life.

You let your lips meet his jaw first just below his ear, savoring the barely there shudder that rippled through his skin at the contact. You made a slow path of light kisses up and along the length of his jawline, savoring each time you connected with his skin. Finally, you let yourself indulge and pressed your lips firmly against the warmth of his mouth. You were happy you had taken your time to enjoy him. His lips felt the softest they ever had, better than your imagination had ever conjured before. You wondered if you’d wake up with one of Yoongi’s stuffy cardigans smashed against your face.

He didn’t respond at first and you worried you might’ve dragged the fantasy out too far, that perhaps the dream really was over, your brain overheating from bringing to life so much high-definition detail of Seokjin’s exquisite mouth. Then you felt a strong grip circling your waist, fingers skirting around to the small of your back and pressing you forward and into him. There was a shift in the bed underneath you as he leaned further into your kiss. Slowly, tentatively you felt his tongue seek lightly for entrance. You indulged, allowing this dream whatever access it wanted, not knowing when your subconscious would be this kind to you again.

You tasted the sweetness of his mouth as your lips parted, as Seokjin’s tongue grazed your own ever so lightly. He tasted like mint and sugar and you exhaled at the feeling of him pressed so close, your own hand still cupped just below his jaw, the raw pound of his pulse beneath your fingertips so surprisingly tangible. He breathed a delicate moan into your mouth and you felt him pull back just a little, still close enough that his breath ghosted against your lips as he spoke.

“We can’t…” he said, words tight and restrained. Because above anything else, Seokjin was a gentleman. A gentle man. He had never been anything but kind, fitting between you and your brother’s rash abrasiveness like a soothing gel. This close, you could see the desire floating in the rich, dark brown of his eyes, belying his words. Even here in your unconscious mind you knew this was wrong, that you weren’t allowed to be with Seokjin in this way.

You let your next kiss be your answer. Here, you could. Here, in the safety of this fantasy, you could have each other exactly as you wanted. As you greedily took up his lips again, as he responded with a greed of his own, tongue meeting yours, hand at your back pulling your body closer still against the bare of his chest and causing the blanket to slide away from your body, you knew you’d be masturbating to the fantasy of this kiss for weeks to come.

Seokjin’s light touch came to rest atop your thigh as he kissed you, sending sparks skittering against your bare skin and up between your legs. Since you’d only been able to find one of his t-shirts, you’d gone to sleep on the couch with that on and nothing else. And it seemed that had transferred to your dreams, his fingers dangerously close to the hem of a shirt with nothing underneath. Since your brain had put so much energy into recreating every detail about him, conjuring up pants likely wasn’t high on your subconscious’ list of goals.

“Y/N,” he said softly, pulling away from your kiss and instead brushing his lips against your cheek. “You’re not drunk or something, are you?”

You laughed air through your nose. What a weird thing for a dream to say. Though, what a very responsibly Seokjin thing to say. You pressed in for another deep kiss, desperate for yet another taste of his tongue. You wondered what you had eaten during the day to deserve a dream so vivid, so satisfying as the taste of him filled your mouth, the smell of his freshly washed body, the clean scent of his shampoo and soap filled your senses so strongly you would swear he really was right there with you.

Your own hands traveled down, fingers tracing the defined lines of his bare chest, over each of the stomach muscles he had chiseled to perfection. And hurriedly, before your alarm knocked you out of this bliss, you slid down to cup the firm impression of him on his lap that your kissing had produced, warm even through his shorts. It had always helped to fuel your dreams knowing how enormous his cock was. You’d seen the thick outline of it enough times over the years, straining against his basketball shorts or sweatpants, to know it was more than enough to satisfy you, to be able to imagine it well enough in your dreams.

“Y/N,” Seokjin moaned softly into your mouth and hearing your name in his voice, in that sensual and yet almost embarrassed quality you had never heard before sent a throbbing ache between your legs. His hand shifted from your thigh, fingers sliding upward to squeeze gently around your breast through the soft cotton of his shirt. Ok, maybe not weeks. As his thumb brushed lightly against your nipple. As his body began shifting, leaning you down into the bed. As his mouth got hungrier, intensely kissing you with a baser passion. As you felt his knee land between your legs, felt it press against the bareness of your heat there, you decided you would be getting off to this dream for months, maybe even years.

“Seokjin,” you panted, though your voice sounded too real, too raw, too desperate. Dream you never sounded like that.

He pressed his teeth ever so lightly into your lower lip in response. His hand moved from behind you as he laid you down and gripped your thigh, likely intending to reposition you beneath him for a new, more erotic purpose. You’d never get to know how or why. You hissed in response as his fingers closed around your fresh injury of the day and a sharp pain shot through your thigh, cracking through every layer of pleasure that the dream had built.

“Y/N?” Seokjin said in a panic, body instantly off yours, sitting back on his heels and staring down at you in shocked concern. “What is it? Are you alright?”

You froze. You felt your body seize up, fear blocking out the pain for a moment. Seokjin froze too. You stared up at his face in the dim light of his bedroom, at the dark hunger still swimming in his eyes even as worry set in, the flush in his too-warm skin, the bruising swell on lips you’d studied for years. At the blankets of his bed folded back beside you both. At the wall behind him lined with his collectibles and rows of medical books. At the clothes you’d forgotten to grab after you’d showered, left in a messy pile at the edge of the dresser just outside his bathroom. At Seokjin in front of you.

Seokjin. Real Seokjin. Your brother’s best friend since kindergarten Seokjin. Real Seokjin whose hand had been squeezing your breast, whose hard cock had been pressed against the palm of your hand, whose tongue had been dancing inside your mouth.

“Y/N?” he asked in a nervous breath, cementing the reality in front of you.

You gasped and jumped back until you ran into the headboard behind you. Seokjin was off the bed immediately.

“Shit, shit, I knew it. You’re fucking drunk. You don’t taste drunk.” His eyes widened at the implication of his own words, hands flying to his lips, then to his hair, ruffling his fluffy strands. “Shit, I’m so sorry! Fuck!”

It was so strange to hear Seokjin, who was usually so soothing and patient with his tone, spout off in this panicked cursing. The absurdity knocked you out of your shock and a sharp pain faded back in, forcing you to reach for your thigh again. You felt a warm dampness and looked down, noticing dark red had begun to seep through the flimsy bandaid you’d stuck on after showering.

“What…what happened to your leg?” Seokjin asked as his gaze followed yours down. You watched as his years of training began to overtake his panic at the other situation. “Wait. Let me get the first aid kit.” He was out of the room before you could say another word.

What the fuck had just happened? You replayed the events in your mind with a new, awake perspective. You had fallen asleep on the couch. Seokjin found you on the couch and brought you in here to his bed. But you thought it was a dream. You kissed him. It would be so embarrassing except…Seokjin had kissed you back. And as far as you could tell, he wasn’t drunk or half-asleep. He’d definitely kissed you. His hand had definitely just been squeezing your tit, right?

He returned with the first aid kit and, after switching on the lights, he set to work, peeling off your band-aid and assessing your cut.

“This happened at work?” he said with a disappointed huff.

You shrugged. “It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time. Accidents happen.”

His grimace deepened, though the downturn only rounded the plush of his lips and drew your mind back to his kiss. “I already worried about you before when you worked at the shop,” he continued. “Now you’re already getting hurt at the track.”

That was enough to make you peel your eyes away from his lips and stare out across his bedroom instead. Unlike your brainy brother and his best friend, both of whom had run to medical school as fast as they could, you’d followed your childhood love of cars right into mechanic repair, much to your parent’s chagrin. It didn’t always pay the bills, so you’d picked up odd jobs over the years—barista, fitness instructor, delivery driver. But finally, finally this year you’d landed your dream job—working on race cars. You’d been at the track all day, getting to know the team and the workings of the raceway, and spent half the time touching cars you’d only ever watched in videos. It had been all your fantasies realized until another careless rookie somehow sent a tapered awl careening in your direction. Luckily, it had only grazed you before pinging off the lifted tire chassis just behind you and skittering to the floor. Still, it had sliced right through your jumpsuit and left you with a nasty cut on your thigh. After tightly wrapping it in some clean rags, you’d powered through the rest of your day, but by quitting time your body was at a new level of exhaustion. It was why you’d ended up here in the first place.

This new job meant everything to you and Seokjin knew it. Hell, he’d been there with Yoongi and Jungkook to celebrate when you’d gotten the offer. You didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt hearing that he didn’t approve after all, especially when you were so used to him being the first to back up your decisions, no matter how unorthodox.

“Hey, don’t misunderstand me,” he said and you forced yourself to look back in his direction. His eyes still didn’t meet yours though and you hissed a little as he rolled antiseptic onto your cut. “I know you’re passionate about what you do. I didn’t mean I thought you should stop. Just that I worry. I’ll take care of you no matter what, but I just want you to be careful out there, alright?”

“Take care of me?” you laughed. Seokjin was studying specifically to be a pediatric doctor. “You take care of children, Seokjin.”

His eyes finally slid up to yours and there was something new and unreadable floating within them. The sight sent a nervous shiver prickling down your spine.

“I know the adult body too,” he said quietly.

Your eyelids fluttered as his words flew straight down to your core and Seokjin looked down again, hands stretching a proper bandage. He patted the side of your thigh, encouraging you to lift so that he could wrap it properly.

“Why are you here?” you asked as you adjusted for him. “Yoongi said you had a shift at the hospital tonight.”

Seokjin’s eyes went wide for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued to bandage your thigh. “Low patient census so the preceptor sent most of us home. Your brother didn’t tell me he’d told you to come by so I had no idea you were here. I guess I walked right by you when I came in.”

Finally, he finished his work on your leg and you noticed the reddening blush spreading across his cheeks. You realized your repositioning for the bandage had given him a clear view between your legs, where you currently wore no panties. You lowered your leg and Seokjin repacked the first aid kit, determinedly looking anywhere but at you. You pulled the blanket across your lap in a belated effort to spare him the discomfort. You may have been confident in your body, and you may have craved Seokjin in a very carnal way, but forcing him to unwillingly stare at your vagina wasn’t high on your list of seduction tactics.

“I’m really sorry about earlier,” he said, voice wavering with embarrassment. “I hope you know I’d never, ever take advantage of you, especially not when you’re under the influence. There’s no excuse for-”

“What?” you questioned, cutting him off. “Seokjin, I’m not drunk.”

He paused, blinking up at you in confusion. You sighed, deciding it would be best to just be honest about it.

“I dream about you sometimes so,” you paused, chewing at your cheek for a few seconds. “So I thought I was dreaming.”

His face screwed up in disbelief, his perfect eyebrows pressing far too close together. “That doesn’t make it any better!” he whisper-shouted, voice pitched a little higher. He glanced at the doorway, then scrubbed a hand across his face. “Yoongi is going to absolutely murder me.”

He reached down to gather up the first aid kit and backed off of the bed, rushing to head toward the exit.

“Wait,” you called out after him. He was clearly uncomfortable and part of you wanted to let him leave if only to help him feel a little better. But Seokjin had kissed you back. His hands had been ready to explore your body in the dark. And after spending the past few years thinking you’d imagined him ever having a moment’s interest in you, you couldn’t let the night pass without at least finding out the truth. “What if...what if I want to keep dreaming?”

His footsteps slowed to a stop and he stared at you from just before the doorway, studied you for a long moment, the tips of his ears slowly growing redder.

“What about Yoongi?” he asked, voice quiet and sincere.

You blew out a laugh, though you could hear your nerves in it. “Well, I mean he’s not in my dreams. My nightmares maybe.”

“No, I mean...he said...and you…”

You patted the bed in front of you, encouraging him back to the space he’d hurried away from a moment ago. “What did he say, Seokjin?”

Seokjin stayed silent for a few seconds, staring back at the doorway as though it was his only path to salvation. You watched his free hand clench into a fist then slowly unfurl as he flexed his fingers and reached for the door, pushing it closed with a click that seemed to signify something definitive. He tossed the first aid kit onto his dresser and turned to face you on the bed, choosing to lean back against the wall instead of joining you among the covers.

“That no one’s good enough for you. That he thinks no matter who you finally settle for, they won’t be good enough for you.”

You blinked. Your brother had said that? The same one that gave you a hard time for dating or sleeping with whoever you liked? For not being ashamed of how much you liked to have sex? The same brother that shit on every reckless choice you made, whether it paid off or not?

“You’ve been off-limits to all our friends since you were in middle school,” Seokjin continued, rubbing a nervous hand along his arm. “I’ve even heard him threaten a few after they snuck out of your room.”

Alright, so maybe Yoongi had been a little more overprotective than you’d been aware of. But he’d also told you directly to stay away from Seokjin. Had he told his friend the same thing about you?

“What about you? Did he say I was off-limits to you?”

Seokjin hesitated. “Well, no, not in so many words.”

“Then why do you think that includes you too? You’ve been his best friend forever.”

“Would I stay that way though if I had an interest in his little sister?” he asked, though it sounded like it wasn’t the first time the question had come up for him. “I guess I’ve always been too chickenshit to find out.”

You held back a laugh. “If anyone isn’t good enough in this situation, it’s both of us for you.”

“What are you talking about, good enough?”

You shrugged. “You’ve always been the nice guy who’s friendly with everyone. You’d give the shirt off your back to any stranger who needed it,” you said, trying to focus on the conversation and ignore the fact that currently Seokjin had no shirt on to give away to anyone. “Yoongi and me, we…we’re the too blunt, too direct people that everyone avoids. We’re lucky to have someone like you in our lives. Someone that finds us tolerable.”

He chuckled softly, fingers stroking lightly under his chin in a moment’s contemplation. “You know, I wouldn’t even be in medical school if it wasn’t for you.”

“You mean if it wasn’t for Yoongi?” you tried to correct. After all, they’d applied and gone through this far together.

“No. I mean you.”

You cocked your head in confusion and once again patted the bed in front of you. On the practical side, it felt like the kind of conversation you should be having closer together. And on the emotional side, you suddenly wanted Seokjin within your reach, to seek comfort in his touch now that you were finally having this conversation.

Seokjin bit his lip for a moment before moving slowly toward the bed and sinking down in front of you, crossing his legs in front of him and facing you.

“You’ll remember I wasn’t the most confident kid.”

“You?” you asked in surprise, then slowly nodded in agreement after a little more thought. “Alright, I guess that’s true, though you’d never know it now.”

“Awkward, nerdy, thick glasses, more bad haircuts than a kid should be forced to live through.” He sighed. “It was rough there for a while.”

You giggled, memories of each of those haircuts rolling through your mind.

“When I got to high school I really wanted to make a change, to join a sport and make more friends,” he continued. “I thought track would be perfect for my build and stamina, but I was so scared to be teased or bullied, especially if I wasn’t any good. I remember Yoongi being home sick and me coming to walk you home from school. I told you I wanted to chicken out of the tryouts the next day. Yoongi would’ve told me to suck it up and just go. And I wanted so badly for you to tell me it would be okay to just give up.”

The memory of that conversation resurfaced in your mind too. And with it, one of a long list of your very poor life choices. “Oh, no.”

“Yeah,” he said with a stifled laugh. “You took off running. Telling me to catch you. Running right into traffic.”

You put an embarrassed hand to your mouth. Yes, you were only in middle school at the time, but your sense of self-preservation should’ve been much stronger than to make a decision like that.

“It uh…it made sense to me at the time?” you said with probably not enough mortification.

Seokjin let out a warm laugh, as though the memory was less terrifying and more heartwarming.

“I’d never run so fast in my life to get you out of the middle of that street. That multi-lane street,” he groaned. “We definitely almost died at least three times before I got you across and onto the sidewalk. And I remember you staring up at me and saying-”

“See, you’re a really good runner,” you said slowly. Seokjin breathed another laugh and his face warmed as his smile spread.

“Yeah. You were there for my tryout too. I remember all the adults getting upset at how loud you cheered like it was a football game or something,” he chuckled. “I made it in because of you, love. I got scouted because of you. And that track scholarship was the only reason I got to go to college in the first place. It’s the only reason I get to have this career that I already love so much.”

“Well, there’s tons of dumbass kids like me that are gonna need a doctor like you, especially if they don’t have any track stars there to rescue them from their mistakes.”

You both broke out into laughter at that and the sound of it filled Seokjin’s bedroom, warm and comforting like the perfect cup of tea on a cold winter morning.

“I forgot all about that,” you said, wiping away a tear from the corner of your eye. “You never even told me off for being an idiot and running into traffic. You just kept saying…”

“Be careful,” he said in the same soft, patient voice you’d been listening to since you were a kid, deeper, more mature now, but with the same soothing quality. Even then, even when you’d almost gotten both of you so seriously hurt, Seokjin was too kind a spirit to muster any scolding beyond looking after you.

“So if anyone needs anyone, it’s definitely been me that’s needed you. That’s not the only time you’ve been my much-needed confidence booster,” he said. You noticed then that he’d clasped his fingers together, fidgeting as he rubbed them against each other. “And I…I definitely find you more than tolerable.”

You took his cue, sliding forward across the bed until you sat just in front of him and slipping your hands between his. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, of course,” he murmured. He glanced behind you for a moment. Or maybe he was trying not to focus directly on your face when he spoke. “So you, uh, you really dream about me?”

“Oh, all the time,” you said casually. It was out now, so what was the point of being coy about it?

Seokjin blinked and scrunched his nose in the endearing way he always did when he got nervous. “I’m kind of afraid to ask what they’re about.”

You flicked through images in your head, some of which were enough to bring a little heat even to your cheeks. But you supposed it was now or never.

“A lot of things. We’ve been on a lot of adventures. Done plenty more stupid things. But most often? I dream about what it would be like to go on a date with you. To kiss you, cuddle with you. Put your enormous cock in my mouth. Sit on your dick.” You looked down at the plain, soft T-shirt you wore. “Though, in my dreams, I’m usually dressed in something a bit more flattering.” You glanced up at Seokjin before you continued and bit your tongue as you watched his eyes slowly widen. He’d always appreciated your straightforwardness, but this level of honesty may have been a little too far, regardless of how true.

Seokjin’s deep groan echoed lightly around the room.

“Wow, love. Your dreams sound a lot like mine. Even your clothes.” His eyes flicked down to your body draped in his shirt. “Especially in my clothes.”

You blinked, feeling happy, and yet a little frustrated at the admission. “I’m so confused. You haven’t acted interested at all in all this time.”

He actually snorted. “I couldn’t show it. I’ve had to run away from you so many times. Every time you wear something short and let me see those delicious thighs for free. Every time you lean over to smell my cooking and I fought with my own DNA to take my eyes off your chest. Every time…well every time you’re around I go a little more insane honestly. I use school as an excuse, but that’s not the only reason I can’t be around for very long when you come over. You’re so hot it makes my dick hurt.” He groaned again. “I’m ashamed of some of the places I’ve had to rub one out just to get you out of my head.” He pulled his hand away from yours, placing it over his mouth as though saying the words had burned him on the way out. “It never worked anyway,” he mumbled through his fingers.

Oh.

“It can’t just be Yoongi that kept you from telling me this. How come you’ve never said anything?”

“I…I didn’t think I was your type. Race cars, tattoos, cigarettes, bar fights. Not guys who don’t know anything about cars, who spend every weekend studying, gaming, or working. Not…me.”

Now it was your turn for reminiscing. “You remember my eighteenth birthday?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said. You didn’t miss the newest rosy blush that sprouted across his cheeks.

“I’d spent half the day arguing with my parents about going to auto tech school, not even knowing if they were going to kick me out over it. It was the most miserable birthday of my life. And then you and Yoongi took me on that midnight boat ride.”

Seokjin’s smile returned as you recalled the memory, brightening up his whole face. “You caught the biggest fish I’ve ever seen. I’ve never been so put to shame before by someone who’d never been fishing a day in their life.”

“And then we came back and climbed onto the roof and you guys had baked me a little cake and you sang me happy birthday under the stars. It was…perfect.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice noticeably smaller, smile turning a darker shade of reminiscent.

“Seokjin.”

“Yeah?”

“You kissed me.”

He stayed silent, worrying his plump bottom lip between his teeth.

That night, your brother had gone inside to get you all drinks. Seokjin’s long frame was sprawled out next to yours on the roof, bodies comfortably close as you both stared up at the star-dotted sky. He’d told you that he never doubted you’d always get exactly what you dreamed of. And that he and Yoongi would be there for you to support you down whatever path you wanted to follow. And then he’d sat up, his beautiful face hovering just above you against the glittering backdrop of stars, and given you the softest kiss, hot in a way that seared through your every layer, imprinting itself on your soul. You’d threaded your fingers into his hair and melted into his kiss and tasted the sweet of cake frosting and happiness and him. Your brother had come back just after you’d leaned apart and, though you’d never been able to forget it, neither of you had spoken about it since.

Seokjin hung his head, seemingly weighed down by the recollection. “It was the next day that Yoongi told me no one would ever be good enough for you. I never knew if he saw us or if he could just tell how close I was getting to you and he didn’t like it. I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to ruin anything, so I…I just backed off.”

You nodded. “I don’t think it was long after that that he told me you were off limits too.”

“So see, even I’m not good enough for you, Y/N.”

“Seokjin, you’re not just Yoongi’s friend, you’re mine too,” you said, a little more defensively than you meant. “You know that right?”

“Of course I do, love,” he said hurriedly. He lifted your hands then, planting a soft kiss against the back your yours.

“You’ve supported me my whole life, through every misstep and triumph and doubt you’ve always been there for me. Studying, gaming, working, and being a great friend. I don’t care about all that other shit. I care about someone who’s kind to me, who respects me, who likes me for who I am exactly as I am. That’s my type. And that’s always been you.”

“Always will, love,” he said quietly, punctuating his words with another kiss to the back of your other hand.

“So,” you started, a little emboldened by his touch. You leaned toward him with a cautious grin. “You kissed me and then spent all these years running away from me only to go rub one out, huh?”

He groaned and pulled one hand away, pressing it against his mouth as pink blossomed in his cheeks again. “Why did I tell you that? That’s so embarrassing.”

“Oh, I want to hear more,” you said, sure your grin had turned mischievous. “I told you about my dreams. Tell me what else we do in yours?”

He swallowed and you watched as thoughts he’d clearly buried for a long time resurfaced on his face. He rubbed his fingers nervously against his lips and his eyes betrayed him, drifting slowly down to land on yours.

“I spend a lot of time dreaming about your mouth. Kissing you for hours. Biting your lips. Tasting your tongue. Though I suppose I’ve had some of that experience now.”

You leaned forward and met your lips to his again, starting out with the lightest press to test that he still wanted this. You felt his lips part slightly, felt him lean into the kiss, and you sank into him further. You swiped your tongue slowly across his lower lip and just as he leaned into you, preparing to reach for more, you pulled away. Seokjin looked a little dumbstruck, exhaling softly as he stared down at you, fingers of the hand still gripping yours clutching you tighter.

“Dreams can’t compare,” he said breathlessly.

You chuckled and sat back on the bed, slipping your hand from his and widening the space between you. It was selfish, but the look of desperation that flashed across Seokjin’s face as he watched you move away was worth it.

“What else?” you asked teasingly.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, or maybe to taste what you’d left behind, and a wave of heat swept across your skin as his gaze drifted lower on you.

“Kissing your neck.”

You leaned your head to one side, encouraging him to come and take an active part in his fantasy.

Seokjin didn’t hesitate, sliding forward on the bed this time and meeting your mouths together again. He cupped your cheek as his lips moved away from yours, kissing down your jaw until he landed on your neck. He kissed the skin there so lightly, so tender, and the effect was brand new for you. You had never had someone turn you on with so little while making you feel so precious. He kissed down to the base of your throat, pulling aside your shirt so his lips could roam across your collarbone, and finally returned to your neck with another tender kiss that became a slow lick that became a teasingly soft bite. Your mind was spinning at his achingly slow contact and you couldn’t hold back, letting a soft moan escape your lips. The sound seemed to shake Seokjin from whatever spell he’d been drawn into and he leaned away slightly, warm breath ghosting across your now damp skin.

“Keep going,” you encouraged, arousal already thick in your throat.

“I dream about touching you everywhere, beautiful,” he confessed, his own voice gone husky with his desire. “Your body drives me insane. You do.”

“So touch me, Seokjin. Just like you dream. I want you to.”

You nudged his face up, capturing his lips in another smoldering kiss. His hand moved up then, sliding under your—technically, his—shirt and cupping the full swell of your breast in a gentle squeeze. His other hand joined a moment later at your other breast and you arched into his touch, sighing contentedly into his mouth. He leaned back and released a shaky breath as his lips parted from yours. You started to pout until you felt the tug of him lifting your shirt, sliding it over your arms and off of you. His lips went back to your neck, maddening wet kisses pressed against your throat as his hands found your breasts again. He teased your nipple in slow circles with his thumb and you could feel his smile against your neck as your breath hitched in response to each stroke, wider still at the soft moan that broke free as he gave one of them a light pinch.

His satisfied groan rumbled against your neck. “If you knew how often I dream about putting your fantastic breasts in my mouth,” he said, tone gone dark and syrupy. His lips traveled down your neck again, your chest, a trail of hot kisses against your skin until he reached your breast and took a slow lick at the nipple he’d pinched. His hand still gently caressing the other, he circled the tender bud lazily with his tongue, leaving you panting, body arching into him.

“Your whole body. You’re so beautiful it hurts,” he said, making a wide, wet swipe with the broad of his tongue before pulling in your nipple again in a gentle suckle. You slid a hand forward, burying your fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck and tipping your head back. Your body trembled at the sensation of his mouth on you this way, naturally arching into his touch as he satisfied cravings you’d held close for so long.

Seokjin swapped breasts then, wrapping his lips around your other nipple and freeing his hand to travel further down your body. He caressed the soft of your belly and settled on your uninjured thigh, giving the thick of you there a firm, hungry squeeze.

“Touch me. Please,” you begged immediately and although he technically already was, you had a feeling Seokjin could tell exactly where you wanted to feel him right now. He hesitated for a moment, hands and tongue slowing to a pause. And though every part of you was aching for him, you waited for him, waited for his decision on how far he wanted this to go, ready to meet him where he needed. You felt his resolve harden as his hand continued its path downward, squeezing your inner thighs before finally sliding between your legs. Immediately, his fingers met your bare heat and the wetness that had been building since your kisses had first begun.

“Y-you got this wet for me?” he panted against your nipple.

“Seokjin, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever known. You’ve been shirtless the whole night, kissing me and sucking on my nipples and calling me beautiful. Yes, I’m fucking wet for you.”

Seokjin lifted his head from your breasts, angling up instead to kiss you, the firm warmth of his chest pressing against your own as his fingers stroked your wetness, back and forth. You inhaled sharply as he swept his fingers across your sensitive clit, breathing more of Seokjin, thinking that you could never tire of his tongue exploring your mouth again and again. You would never get enough of tasting him, of kissing him, of being this close to him. You slid your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer as his fingers alternated between stroking your aching slit and making slow, agonizing circles around your swollen clit.

“Hottest you’ve ever known, hm?” he said, breaking from your lips.

“You already know it, you just like having your ego stroked,” you offered back, though your words had a needy edge thanks to his busy fingers. “Got your hairstyle under control and we haven’t been able to stop you since.”

Seokjin only chuckled shyly. Though it was true that his confidence had grown to a healthy level over the years, his humility had grown along with it. Which was why, even though he knew what you said was true, and even though his fingers were between your legs, he still had the beginnings of a new blush spreading across his cheeks at the compliment.

Finally, he sank his fingers inside you and you leaned forward against him, burying your head in his neck and panting a whimper that ended in a fragmented moan. Seokjin paused his movements, much to your disappointment, and made a nervous glance back at his bedroom door.

“I think Yoongi and his date are asleep in his room,” he said softly into your hair.

His date? Yoongi hadn’t mentioned he had a date over when you asked if you could come crash. His bedroom door had been closed, so you’d assumed he was already asleep when you got here. You clenched down involuntarily around Seokjin’s fingers inside you and decided you really didn’t want to think about your brother at the moment.

“It’s alright,” you said. You reached down and cupped Seokjin’s hand with your own, pressing his fingers deeper inside you. “We’re only dreaming, remember?”

With another shy laugh, Seokjin curled his fingers, sending a ripple of pleasure through your body and coaxing another of your moans into the little dip just above his collarbone. His mouth found a new home at your earlobe, licking and biting softly as he found his rhythm in the wetness of your pussy. His other hand hadn’t forgotten its mission, not-so-gently squeezing the soft flesh of your breast and rolling the firm sensitive bud of your nipple between his fingers.

Before you lost yourself entirely to his touch, you reached down for him through his shorts, this time slipping your hand past the waistband and finally curling your fingers around his cock. He was so hot to the touch, the skin soft and smooth in an almost jarring way compared to how hard he felt. As you palmed the veined length of him slowly, you accepted that your imagination was highly inaccurate; Seokjin was more enormous in your hands than your dreams had ever managed to capture. You tried hard to focus your movements on him, but between his thumb circling your clit, the pads of his fingers rhythmically knocking against that sweet spot inside you, and his damn mouth, wet and teasing on your ear, you felt overwhelmed, only managing a few half-hearted strokes as your pleasure rapidly threatened to spill over.

“Seok…”

It hit you before you were ready, his name interrupted by your shuddering moans as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you. Seokjin didn’t let up, his fingers still stroking back and forth as you rode through your climax, his tongue still circling your ear. Once you finally stopped trembling he slipped his hand from between your legs and leaned back a little, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead. You looked up to meet the dark, polished amber of his eyes. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear the smile on his face was just a little bit smug.

“You’re so sensitive, love,” he said, purring the words like a satisfied cat.

“You seem a little too pleased about that,” resisting the urge to nuzzle your face into the warmth of his neck.

He stroked the fingers of his dry hand along your shoulder and down your arm. “I wanted to make you feel good.”

You pulled yourself up onto your knees and motioned for Seokjin to move further back toward the head of the bed. He obliged and you kneeled between his legs, leaning forward to kiss his lips. Seokjin’s hands went to your hips, but you backed away a little, instead kissing down his neck, pathing along his chest until you reached one of his dusky brown nipples. You teased the tiny bud with your tongue, listening to his soft whimpers at the attention. You pressed down on a soft bite and smiled at Seokjin’s responding half-moan, half-exhale.

“I’m not the only sensitive one,” you said. Seokjin only chuckled lightly in response and placed his fingers atop your head, making a gentle stroke across your hair.

You backed away again and curled your fingers under the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down past his hips. You blinked for a few moments, unsure when your hands had frozen in place in your mission to finally disrobe him. You just remembered staring, your mouth falling open at the sight of the biggest cock you’d ever seen, bobbing tauntingly against well-defined abs and the sluttiest slim waist.

“Y/N?” Seokjin asked, and the strained concern in his voice broke you from your reverie.

“S-Seokjin,” you managed to stammer, though you didn’t tear your eyes away from his lower head. “No wonder you’re so ripped having to carry this around all day.”

He breathed out a shy laugh.

“Your dick is…” Magnificent? Insane? The biggest, most glorious, breathtaking cock you’d ever seen? It all felt ridiculous and yet…the right words wouldn’t surface. Maybe there weren’t any words good enough. Yes, you had seen plenty of cocks, but apparently, you had never seen the cock until now.

It took you a second to realize his hands were moving down, trying, but naturally failing to hide his third leg. “You don’t have to…” he mumbled. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable so we don’t have to…”

You blinked, still working through your shock. Nothing in your imagination could’ve prepared you for this. But as his words finally sunk in, you looked up at him in confusion.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Yeah. It’s…some have said that before. So you don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Are you kidding?” You brushed his hands aside, taking in the thickness, the deep pink of it, the tantalizing pearl of precum pooled at the tip that had you all but salivating. You wrapped your fingers around him and gave his full length a long, satisfying stroke and he whimpered at the movement. “I want nothing more.”

Seokjin’s hands were still close by yours, his gaze once again drifting past you.

“I just…I don’t know that I can…that I’m...what I mean is I haven’t really…”

His sudden communication struggle left you feeling unsure of what signal he was trying to get across. As much as you didn’t want to, you took your hands off of him.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“I want to!” he said, then bit his lip in embarrassment at his own enthusiasm. “Believe me, I want to. I…”

You let his words marinate, taking in the concern now pressed between his eyebrows.

“You’re worried you won’t fit? Because yes, your cock is massive, but I know you’ve studied enough anatomy to know that I can get you in me with no problem.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You wanted to tell him you couldn’t wait for him to hurt you, but something about the uncertainty etched across his face had you changing your trajectory for once.

“You won’t hurt me. I don’t know what happened with your other partners, but we’ll go really slow, alright?”

Even with that, Seokjin still looked unsure. As kind as he was, it sometimes came at the cost of him hesitating to say what he really meant for the sake of others. Luckily for him, you’d never suffered from that affliction.

“What else? You’re worried…because I’ve had a lot of experience and you haven’t had much?”

He nodded.

“I do like sex, Seokjin.”

“I love that you enjoy sex. I love that you live so fully in your own body. I’ve always loved that about you.” His eyes drifted downward, settling on the sheets next to him, though you had a feeling he was looking at nothing beyond his thoughts. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m messing this up. I’ve just thought about you for so long that I…I’m kind of terrified to disappoint.”

You leaned down, laying next to him and curling your body against his long frame. As you settled into the curve of him, Seokjin wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close against him, warm bare skin to skin.

“I mean, on the whole, sex is just sex,” you said. “And based on the fact that you’re even worried about it, I guarantee you’ll give me a better experience than anyone else.”

He made an unconvincing nod, turning his face to kiss your forehead once, twice, again. He was nervous, you could feel it radiating off of his skin, see it in the tightness of his jawline, and thanks to years of reading his moods, you could feel the hesitation in the air around him.

You spoke softly into the crook of his neck. “There’s no one else in this dream, right? Just you and me.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“You know me. And I know you. So there’s no pressure, no expectations. We can just enjoy being me and you, yeah?”

He turned to face you, finally focusing his eyes on yours. You waited, stared back into the beautiful brown of his, and let him search for whatever answer it was that he needed. Finally, he leaned forward, kissing you again, sweet and slow. He leaned away for a moment, slipping off his glasses and tossing them onto his nightstand before joining his lips with yours again. You sighed into his kiss and Seokjin’s arm wrapped around you tight as you kissed, and kissed, and lost yourself between his lips.

“I want you, Seokjin,” you panted when you finally broke away for air. “I want you so bad I can’t think straight.”

“Want you too,” he said in quick response, then immediately sought out your mouth again, tongue dancing with yours for what might’ve been hours. You both lie there, tangled in each other’s arms, kissing and making up for lost time and seeking solace and building trust together.

You hadn’t realized your hand had found its way back to the hard length of him until he gasped lightly into your mouth and you felt the heat of him in your grip. You nodded at him, making sure it was still what he wanted. When he nodded back, you slid your leg over his hip as Seokjin rolled onto his back. You leaned down to kiss him one more time, then up again as you lifted your hips to find the best angle to guide his enormous cock into you.

As the tip of him met your aching entrance, you had to remember to temper your eagerness with the reality that you would probably need to go very slow to adjust to the size of him. Between how wet he’d gotten you with his fingers and the glide from his ample precum, there was hardly any resistance as you slid him inside you. Except for…

“Fuck,” you hissed. “Your cock is so fucking big, Seokjin.” You had barely gone past the head, but it was already a tight fit. Seokjin hadn’t responded and you looked up to find his focus between your legs, watching as he slowly disappeared inside you. Plush lips slightly parted, he was already panting and looked about three seconds away from losing his mind.

Desire renewed, you lifted your hips and used the slick of you to slide down a little further. Your tactic worked, slipping in as much as you could handle, backing off, and slowly sliding him in again, his cock a little wetter from you each time. You took him slow inch by slow inch and feeling the gradual stretch of him inside you was almost as satisfying as watching Seokjin’s eyelids flutter as you sank down onto him. It took a little time and patience, but after what felt like a million inches later, finally you met the base of his cock.

“Holyfuckingshit,” he whined, words barely recognizable as they slurred together. You watched the knot in his throat bob, veins in his neck straining, head lolling back.

You had never been so full in your life. Even without moving, the feel of him pressing against your walls, taking you right to your limit, had molten heat collecting at the base of your belly.

“See? You’re just right.”

He finally leaned forward, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes. “You feel so good around me, love.”

You pressed your hands forward, finding your balance against his abs and slowly rocking your hips, moving the thick length of him in and out of you. Even at the slow pace, your breath grew shaky, the full stretch of him against your dripping pussy already tightening the coil inside you.

“So tight, beautiful,” he said, voice scratching low between his panting breaths. “So good.”

Seokjin’s hands slid up your thighs, landing on your hips as you guided yourself up and down. As your pace picked up, he quickly began to unravel. His grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into the soft of your skin. And slowly, his whimpers became throaty moans that rippled through you like little arcs of lightning, rolling in time with the press of him deep inside you, knocking against each perfect sensitive spot.

“Are you okay?” he asked between quick breaths.

“Better than ever. Please don’t stop.”

The mattress had begun to squeak lightly beneath you both as your rhythm built, but considering Seokjin’s dark stare, the expanse of his pupils taking in your bouncing body as if you were his own personal sunrise, you thought he’d long since lost any concern about what anyone outside this room might hear. You pulled one hand back to circle your clit, speeding you toward what felt inevitable.

“No, let me,” he said and for a moment your passion-addled brain wasn’t sure what he meant. He leaned up, lips closing around one of your breasts, tongue teasing your nipple. Then you felt his hand leave your hip and nudge yours aside. His fingertips grazed your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to send your head spinning.

“Seokjin…fuck. I’m close,” you said, spilling the words out over your moans. You tilted your hips forward just a little and shuddered as the new angle had Seokjin’s cock hitting you in the perfect spot.

“Y/N,” you heard him pant between your breasts and hoped the adjustment was just as good for him. “It’s been…it’s been a while for me.” He leaned back his head and you looked down to see the muscles in his neck flexing, teeth clenched in his effort to hold back. You weren’t so far behind him that it would matter anyway.

“Okay. It’s okay.”

“No…condom,” he managed to grit out.

As if you wanted it any other way. Your only response was to squeeze down, impossibly tight around him, and Seokjin’s growling moan let you know he got the message. His fingers tensed where they gripped your side and he sat up further, lifting his hips and thrusting his cock into you with a renewed force. The plush of his mouth met your neck, your jaw, and finally, your lips again.

“Not without you, beautiful.”

He leaned back into the mattress, taking you down with him, lips never parting from yours. His free hand slid to cup your ass as he thrust his cock in and out of you faster still, his fingers between you circling your clit. You slid your hands up into his hair, gasping between drags of his lips and the moans pouring out of you every other breath. Each time his cock slid deep inside you could feel the cliff’s edge looming, the dizzying height leaving you a little afraid of the drop.

“Come for me, love,” he breathed inside your mouth, voice deep with a decadent richness you could almost taste. “I’ve dreamed about it so many times. I want to hear what you really sound like when you come on my cock.”

It was over for you. You moaned his name and perhaps a few expletives as your orgasm crashed into you, body quivering against him as pleasure rippled through your core and out to every corner of your being.

“Y/N,” Seokjin panted as he fucked you through every wave of your orgasm. You felt his hips shudder and tasted the growling moan on his lips as he buried himself deep inside you and finally spilled everything he had. His orgasm seemed to last for ages and you rode along with his every thrust and hip roll, your body close to teasing another tip past the brink as you drank in his pleasure.

Eventually, you felt his hips relax. He stared up at you, lips parted, shiny and inviting, eyes half-lidded and watching your body as it bobbed gently from the matching effort of both of your breathing. He slid both his arms around you, pulling you forward against his chest into an enveloping hug.

“Am I too heavy?” you asked, lips brushing against the searing skin of his neck.

“Don’t you move an inch, love.”

You lay there on top of him, planting soft kisses against his neck, surrounded by his intoxicating smell, mixed with the heady scent of sweat and sex you’d both created. You still felt so full even as he slowly softened inside you, the feeling of his cum leaking out around his cock adding to your satisfaction.

“So much better,” he whispered, nuzzling the tip of his nose against the side of your face. “Better than I’ve ever imagined.”

Finally, you felt his softened cock slip out of you and an unexpected, warm gush followed, sending a noticeable dribbling mess down your inner thighs.

“Holy shit. Do you always come this much? Though, I guess with a dick that big…”

His fingers roamed down your back before making a soft stroke across your ass. “You felt so good, love. I couldn’t hold back.”

“Well,” you say before playfully grazing your teeth against the skin of his neck. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”

“I…I...” he stammered.

You let your lips brush against his cheek. “Unless you’ve had enough of me? No more dreams you’ve been dying to fulfill all this time?”

The hand at your ass paused and Seokjin bit into his bottom lip. Watching him sort through his thoughts with such a familiar, endearing habit was starting to melt you a little from the inside. It drove home how much you had missed spending time with him, that your busy lives and mutual pining had kept you apart far too much over the years.

“I do like you on top, but I’ve…I’ve thought about you a lot from behind too.”

Oh?

“Behind?” you said, both amused and pleased at his sudden straightforwardness.

He went quiet and you lifted your head, giggling as he tried to turn his head to hide his embarrassment.

“Seokjin, come on. You really don’t have to be shy about telling me how you want to have sex.”

“It’s not the sex. It’s…it’s you. I never planned on telling you how much I was into you and I…”

You quieted him with a light kiss.

“And since when have you been such a planner? Aren’t you the one who taught me to live a little without thinking to be happy?”

That got a laugh out of him. “I think I taught you a little too well, didn’t I?”

You nudged his shoulder in mock offense, even though he was probably right. “My point is, don’t worry about whatever you planned. It’s me. And you know me. So you know I want to hear everything. Just tell me.”

He hesitated again, having another of those internal battles, and you waited for him to decide how much he really wanted to share.

“Iwanttoburymycockinyouandwatchyouramazingassbounceagainstme,” he let out in one long, strained breath. He risked a nervous, sidelong glance at you once the words were out, gauging your reaction to his admission.

“Let’s get you ready then,” you said simply, following up with another kiss. Seokjin’s hand gripped your ass and you knew he intended to keep you right there, indulging in your lips while he hardened between your legs. But you’d already decided on other plans.

You sat up and turned your body to face away from him, meeting instead with the sticky mess that was his now wet, shiny cock. It fell limply to the side of his thigh, though even softened it was an impressive sight.

As you ran your tongue across the head, meeting the salty tang of the mixture of your arousal, Seokjin whimpered quietly from somewhere behind your ass. You smiled to yourself and took it as a sign to continue your work. You could admit to yourself that it was a selfish move since he’d clearly wanted to make out with you. But if one of his biggest fantasies was hitting you from the back, one of yours was definitely getting his cock in your mouth. Why not satisfy both goals tonight?

It didn’t take long for his length to start to thicken in response to the caress of your tongue. Gripping him at the base and slowly inching your mouth down him as much as your jaw would allow, the satisfying moans you coaxed out of him let you know that he was more than happy with your choice. Seokjin’s hands were on your ass and thighs as you worked, squeezing and stroking your skin between his slowly increasing breaths.

“Is...Is it weird that I like watching my cum drip out of you? It’s so hot.” He groaned. “You’re so hot, Y/N.” You felt his fingers spreading your pussy wide, felt another dribble of the mess he’d made leak again from inside you. How on earth was there still more?

“N-no, of course not,” you panted at the stimulation. “It turns me on more how attracted you are to me.”

“Look at you. My cum is still coming out of you.” His fingers spread your lips further apart and you felt a soft gush as more leaked from inside you. “I want to fuck it back inside of you, love. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.”

You moaned at his words. “I…I never thought you would talk to me like this.”

“Sor-”

“Don’t you dare apologize. I love it.”

You’d intended to go back to choking on his cock, but your plans were interrupted, a full-bodied moan tumbling from your lips as Seokjin slid at least two of his thick fingers inside your cum-soaked pussy.

“H-hey,” you breathed, though it didn’t stop the teasing rock of him inside you. “I said this was about getting you ready.” You let your hand continue where your mouth couldn’t, fisting his wet cock in a firm squeeze and coaxing another soft moan out of him.

“I was ready as soon as you got your lips on me, love. If you keep going much more, I’m probably not going to come where you want me to.”

You made a teasing wave with your ass, swaying back and forth in front of him. “Go where you really want then.”

Seokjin slipped his fingers from between your legs and slid from underneath you, positioning himself onto his knees behind you. As his hands landed on your hips, you felt another inexplicable dribble of his cum run down the side of your thigh. In as many partners as you’d had, you’d never had this kind of experience before.

“How long has it been for you that you had so much cum to give me?”

“It’s not time. I always…it’s always a lot. I’ve always been that way. If you like it…let me fill you up, beautiful.”

He bent forward and planted a light kiss on your shoulder that made you shudder, his lips slowly pathing their way down your back. You felt the bed shift beneath you and one of his hands leave your hip, and then the erotic press of the thick head of his cock between your folds.

You pressed your hips back in response and with all the lubrication he met no resistance. His cock slipped inside you and you leaned down a little into the bed involuntarily, raising your ass toward him, weak at the feeling of him inside you again at this new, satisfying angle.

Seokjin’s movements started slow and gentle, his thrusts hesitant as though you still needed time to adjust to the size of him. But you were far past the need for gentility. You wanted this man and his mammoth cock to turn your insides out.

“You can be rough, Seokjin,” you said, catching the desperate edge in your voice. It was taking all the strength you had not to slam yourself back into him, but this was Seokjin’s fantasy and you didn’t want to take over. A little guidance would have to do.

You looked back at him over your shoulder. He took a few moments to respond and you watched as he resurfaced from what seemed like a very deep focus on your rear end.

“…What?”

You licked your lips. “You wanted me from behind so you could watch my ass bounce, right? I bounce more if you fuck me. Hard. I like it.”

Seokjin groaned, fingers tightening the grip on your hips. “Shit, Y/N. You can’t talk to me like that.”.

“No? I’m just following your lead. You don’t like it?”

“I...I like it too much.” He breathed out in frustration. “I’m already ready to blow again because of your mouth on me, your pussy around me. Now your words too. You drive me crazy, love.”

“So don’t be gentle with me then. I can take your cock, baby. Fuck me, please?”

The moan you exhaled as he finally pressed himself into you to the base echoed around Seokjin’s bedroom. He pulled himself out and forcefully pushed back into you, this time letting his moans match with yours. As he found his pace between your legs, the music of the room only grew louder: the gasping breaths and satisfied whimpers between you both, the sticky, wet noises of your slick as his thighs met your ass again and again, the quiet squeak of his mattress in time with the movement of his hips, and the thrum of your heartbeat in your throat as he buried his cock deep inside you, filled you to your limit over and over.

As his hands made bruising grips on the thick flesh of your ass, you arched your back, letting go of yourself as he guided you closer and closer to your limit. Instead, Seokjin took the opportunity to pull you up toward him, the surprising change in angle making you clench down, though he continued fucking into you all the same.

“My cock fits in you so nicely,” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your skin, voice a dangerous new level of addictive. “Keep squeezing me just like that, beautiful.”

You whined as his teeth sank into your earlobe, as one of his hands made its way to your breast, cupping it in his hand and teasing your sensitive nipple between his fingers.

“What…” you breathed, your brain finding it a little difficult to form words between all the stimulation. “What happened to staring at my ass?”

“I can feel your ass. Your whole body.” He planted a long kiss on your neck and another on your shoulder. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

His lips found a home on your neck, kissing, sucking, licking, and driving you mad. You felt the searing, sweat-lined heat of his chest against the skin of your back, the light pinches and caresses as his hand kept up its toying with your breast. His other hand made its way between your legs, fingers swirling around your clit, and the coil of pleasure building inside you warned that it wouldn’t last for much longer.

“Am I fucking your pussy hard enough, love?” he asked softly, breath tickling the skin he’d left damp. “Will you let me hear you come on my cock again, baby, hm?”

Your head was spinning, hardly able to believe your ears. “Kim Seokjin. You have a filthy fucking mouth. I’ve never heard you talk like this in all the years I’ve known you.”

“You’re a bad, bad influence, love. Answer my question?”

“Yes, Seokjin,” you breathed, leaning your body back against his and surrendering to everything he was offering you. “Yes, I’m so close. Please.”

“Please what?” He pressed his lips against your skin and you could feel the spread of his smile there. You lifted a hand, cupping the side of his face.

“Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he whispered. “I won’t.”

And true to his word, he didn’t. Your eyes rolled back as Seokjin’s vigor renewed, his cock pounding into the perfect spot inside you again and again and again, his thighs hitting your ass with enough force that your breasts shook each time he buried himself inside you, his greedy fingers rolling back and forth across your swollen clit, calling every ounce of your pleasure to him. It was all too much, the edge of release taunting you from a breath away.

Seokjin made a sudden half-groan, half-cry and your eyes fluttered open at the sound.

“Fffffuuuu,” he hissed, letting the curse trail off as his hips made you quiver. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. I..I…”

The guttural sound of his pleasure cresting, raw and vulnerable, was what finally sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed into you, shockwaves rippling through your entire body. Seokjin clung to you, hips jerkily thrusting his cock inside you as you squeezed down and milked every drop of seed he filled you with. Your hands went to meet his, gripping him just as close as you rode through your satisfaction together.

You’d never felt so full in your life. Even with him still buried to the hilt inside you, you could already feel hot cum leaking from around his cock, your womb overflowing. Seokjin held you for a few minutes as your breathing slowed, kissing your neck, your chin, your cheek. When you finally slid yourself from his grasp, your exhausted body leaned forward and collapsed ungracefully onto the bed. You felt all used up in the best way possible.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter from behind you. You glanced back to see him staring down at your ass, likely mesmerized by the mess he’d left there. You lifted yourself onto your knees and used the last of your energy to wave your rear end teasingly for him, hoping he could enjoy the show.

“I want to burn this image into my brain,” he said, swallowing hard, the knot in his throat jumping. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life “

You glanced back at him, biting into your bottom lip suggestively. “So take a picture.”

He blinked. “W..what?”

“Go on. I want you to look at it later and think about me.”

“I…” he didn’t continue, mouth hanging open instead.

“No plans, remember? Go on,” you encouraged. Seokjin was off his bed a moment later, grabbing his phone from his nightstand and angling it toward your ass. You turned away, not necessarily wanting your face in the picture, but if he minded that part he didn’t say anything.

You heard his phone land somewhere on the bed with a soft puff a few seconds later, his arm suddenly sliding underneath your body.

“Come here, love.”

He helped you up onto your feet and pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a tight hug. Respectfully, neither of you had anything to say about the inconceivable amount of semen currently dripping down your thighs and leaving tiny drops on the floor at your feet. You nuzzled your face into his chest, content to be in his arms again.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I do,” you said with a confident giggle.

He put his fingers to your chin and tipped your head up, kissing your lips this time with a deep satisfaction, as though he’d finally accepted he’d left you well pleased.

“I could probably fuck you again in five minutes if we keep this up,” he said after finally leaning away from your lips. “But I’m also tired as hell.”

Oh yeah. That was what you were supposed to be doing right now, getting some rest. Your own exhaustion hit you then, reminding you that even mind-blowingly good sex couldn’t make it go away.

“You’re about to pass out. Let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep, love.”

You tilted your head. “You could tell?”

He tapped your nose lovingly with the tip of his finger. “I’ve known you since you were two. I’d be ashamed if I couldn’t. You’re about to fall over on your feet. Come on.”

After a quick shower in his en suite involving a healthy amount of sweet kisses and Seokjin palming your ass like he never wanted to let go, you were spent. Truthfully, you could’ve fallen asleep on him, standing there soaped up under the spray of the warm water. He’d gone out to change his sheets while you toweled yourself off, and while part of you wanted to do some kind of mental recap of the night’s events, the majority of you just wanted to find the sleep you’d been searching for before all this had begun.

You walked out of his bathroom to find him throwing a fresh blanket over the bed. His eyes flicked to you as he noticed your movement, lips lifting in a half-smile as he brazenly admired your naked body.

“So, can I still sleep in your bed?” you asked, your voice husky with your fatigue.

Seokjin’s smile turned warmer, spreading across his beautiful face. He crossed the room and lifted you into his arms just as he had before, carrying you to his bed and laying you down in his sheets. Only this time he climbed in next to you, pulling you into his arms. He reached up and turned out the lamp on his nightstand before burying his face in your hair.

“I forgot how exhausted I was,” he said with a sigh, heavy with contentment.

Reaching up for him in the dark, you slid a finger across the plush of his lips. “Even tired, you still have such a dirty mouth when you fuck.”

“Y…Y/N…”

“Sweet dreams,” you said with a quiet giggle, settling into his arms and let yourself drift away surrounded by the scent, the warmth, the feel of Seokjin.

You rose from sleep on wings of pleasure.

Seokjin’s body was curled against yours, warmth radiating from bare skin to skin. You felt his breath at your neck, felt his stiff cock pressing against the curve of your back. And most importantly, you felt one of his greedy hands kneading the soft flesh of your thighs while his other arm was wrapped underneath your body, hand cupped beneath one of your breasts making gentle squeezes. You felt him between your legs, not quite grazing your sweet spot, but close enough to ignite the beginnings of wetness he had been coaxing while you’d been slowly waking from sleep.

“Nn…Seokjin?”

“Good morning, beautiful,” he purred into your ear, and if you had only been a little wet before, the sound of Seokjin’s morning voice full of gravel and desire had just taken you the rest of the way. You arched your ass back against him, savoring the rumbling groan he made in response to the contact.

“Good morning yourself.”

He pressed a kiss into your neck, grinding his cock against you, and his hand squeezed at your thigh again. It felt good to wake up in Seokjin’s arms like this, to have his attention so fully, to know he was this attracted to you. But no amount of teasing morning dry-humping could’ve prepared you for his next direct request.

“Can I eat your pussy, love?

You froze, unused to having someone ask the question rather than either avoiding the act entirely or diving in as they pleased. Although, considering what he’d said about his past experiences…

“Has…has someone told you no before?”

“No, I just didn’t want to assume that you…” He trailed off and you felt his face dip a little lower into the crook of your neck. “I wanted to wait until you were awake,” he mumbled.

You barely managed to stifle a giggle. “We had sex half of last night. You really think I wouldn’t consent?”

“You could change your mind,” he said, the pout in his voice vibrating close against your skin. “I wanted to be sure.”

You turned over in his arms. Backlit by the orange and yellow beginnings of sunlight peeking in through his blinds, the sight of Seokjin this close threatened to take your breath away. His dark hair was still roughly tousled from the night and an interesting mix of sleepiness, arousal, and embarrassment hung in his eyes as she stared down at you. You let loose a half laugh before pressing your mouth to his in what you hoped was a confidence-inspiring kiss.

“Yes, Seokjin,” you whispered against his lips. “I’d love it if you ate my pussy.“

He didn’t waste any time, face lighting up at your permission. A quick kiss to your lips was followed with another to your neck, your collarbone, traveling slowly down your body until you felt his warm breath on your slit. You were already aching for him as his hands gripped each of your thighs, careful not to touch your injury as he spread them apart and gently kneaded with his fingertips.

“So pretty,” you felt, more than heard him say, the vibrations of his deep voice at the apex of your thighs. Looking down and watching him between your legs, Seokjin’s handsome face staring at your core with such reverence, you felt more aroused than you had in your life, tempered by a bashfulness you hadn’t felt in years. Only he could do that to you, make you feel like someone so sacred over something so erotic.

He first met your lower lips much like he would your upper ones, a gentle kiss against your folds that sent a satisfying shiver up your spine. Soft kisses turned to slow, teasing licks, gentle grazes with his tongue that coaxed quiet sighs out of you. Your body relaxed into the sheets, the tension in your muscles evaporating as Seokjin somehow used his mouth as a painter would, turning you into a masterpiece all his own. This felt so new somehow. Something that was usually so hard and fast, that others wanted to get out of the way. Not Seokjin. Not patient, meticulous, giving Seokjin.

When his pillow-soft lips finally landed on your clit, you whimpered in pleasure, your fingers reaching out and sliding into his hair. But there was nothing hurried in it, nothing taut. Only feeling, craving, only the slow, sensual build of something earthly and carnal.

Sunken so deep in the bliss he was giving you, you hadn’t registered the sound of your lustful moans until Seokjin’s fingers tightened against the flesh of your thighs. You realized only a moment before falling that he had no intention of satisfying you with anything besides his mouth. And suddenly your body bloomed with light, with heat and a pleasure like you’d never known. You lifted your hips as your orgasm vibrated through your body and Seokjin’s tongue met you through it all, lapping up your release with eagerness.

He kissed along your inner thighs as you came down, up the soft, round of your belly, lingering at your breasts before finally meeting your mouth with a long, satisfying kiss.

“Where the hell have you been hiding those pussy eating skills?” you asked in a breathless whisper when your lips finally parted.

“No skill,” he said, and you could hear that hint of smugness in his smile. “You just taste delicious, love.”

“Bullshit,” you said, but Seokjin only slid to your side and hugged you close in response, his noticeable erection pressing once more against your lower back.

After a few moments of letting the afterglow settle, you moved to get out of Seokjin’s bed. Before you choked on his cock again, which you fully intended to do, you were in desperate need of a glass of water. But his arm around your waist only tightened, holding you back. He pressed a light kiss to your shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said, words humming against your skin. “I don’t want to wake up yet.”

You raised one of your hands, laying it on top of his at your waist. “I’m just going to get a drink. What makes you so sure I won’t come back?”

“Will you?” he asked, and a breathless vulnerability hung between his words. “I mean, I want you to, but…” He huffed in frustration. “Look, I know this was only meant to be a dream, but it wasn’t just sex for me, Y/N.”

You turned over in his arms, making sure to meet his eyes as you spoke.

“You think I only dreamed about you for sex? You were in my dreams, Seokjin, not just your dick. You and your terrible jokes, and pretty smile, and brilliant brain. You, the kindest person I’ve ever known. You, my friend. I only dreamed about you so much because I never thought I’d really get to tell you just how much I like you.”

“I like you too.” His words came out rushed and you both laughed at the awkwardness.

You sighed. “I can’t believe I really spent all this time thinking you weren’t into me at all.”

“I did kiss you, you know.”

“Yeah. And then never again. I…I guess I didn’t know what to think. With Yoongi’s warning maybe I thought…I thought you didn’t like me after that or something.”

His fingers reached up, trailing along the skin of your arm in nonsense circles. “I like you,” he repeated slowly. “If you…want to try this, I’ll talk to Yoongi, so…”

You pulled his hand away from your arm, sliding your fingers between his. “We’ll talk to him. My brother’s an asshole, but not usually without good reason. Now that I know this is mutual between us, I want to know why he decided to try and keep us apart all these years.”

“Now that I get to kiss you, I don’t know if I care.”

“Does that mean you’ll stop kissing me like you’re not sure?”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been hesitating, holding back.” You put your free hand to his cheek. “I’ve been kissed by you before, remember? I know what it feels like when you really mean it.”

Not one to ignore a request, Seokjin crushed his lips to yours. There was a new eagerness in his mouth this time, tenderness and need and the hint of starlight that you remembered. Your thumb stroked his cheek as he drank deep from your lips, as he finally made you believe in this kiss.

“Does this also mean I’ll get my friend back?” you said after you’d finally parted.

“Hey, what? You never lost me.”

“I kind of did,” you argued. “You buried yourself in school, I started working a hundred jobs and…I miss us. I miss late-night karaoke and video games and watching terrible movies until the sun comes up. I miss telling my bad ideas to someone who isn’t just as reckless as I am, aka Jungkook, or someone who won’t call me an idiot and walk away, aka Yoongi. I miss cooking and playing sports together. I miss…you. So much, I didn’t even realize it.”

“I miss you too. I’m sorry, Y/N. I got so focused on trying not to cross a line with you, I accidentally pushed you away.”

He pulled your fingers from the side of his face and kissed the back of your hand lightly a few times in continued apology.

“Do you have work today?” he asked.

“Later tonight, yeah,” you lamented. “You?”

“Nothing. Studying.”

“Well, I’d be happy to lie in your bed on days you study,” you offered to lighten the mood. “I’ll only distract you about fifty percent of the time. Maybe give you a little stress relief.”

His other hand gripped your ass, giving your cheek a healthy squeeze. “I’d better keep studying at the library, and you’ll be at the race track most days anyway. But I’d be happy to have you ass up on my bed on nights when you’re free. And…maybe a date here and there?”

“Is that you asking me out?”

He gave you a blushing nod. “If you want to see where this goes.”

You responded with a tight hug. “Of course I do.”

“And I want to hear about all your dreams,” he said shyly. “Learn everything you like.”

Your mouth was at his again and there was no more hesitation in his kisses, finally fully indulging in you, fully accepting that you wanted this with him.

“Is this going where I think it’s going?” he panted against your lips.

“Only if you promise the same as the kissing. You don’t have to fuck me like you think I want you to.”

The steel hardening in his dark eyes as he stared into yours sent electricity skittering across your skin.

“I wouldn’t fuck you then. I’d make love to you.”

A warmth settled in your chest at those words, unwrapping something new and exciting and yet so familiar between you both. “Do that then, Seokjin. Please.”

There was nothing left to say. Seokjin’s lips were on yours, his hands at your hips, molding your bodies into one blazing point of heat. He rolled on top of you, knees gently pressing your thighs apart, the thick tip of his cock finding your soaked entrance easily. Without ever parting your lips he was inside you in one dizzying thrust, thick, and long, and hard, and buried in you so deep you thought you might faint. Both your moans mingled with the wet of your kisses, as his cock paced slow alongside your pleasure. You slid your arms over his broad shoulders, burying your fingers in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck while your body turned to jello beneath this man you loved so much.

Just like with his kiss, this was on a different level. You’d had plenty of sex before. Hell, you’d had sex with him just last night. This was an entirely different experience. Seokjin rocked his cock in and out of you with slow decadence, highlighting each second as its own special moment, as something to be treasured.

“Seokjin,” you found yourself whining, finally pulling yourself from his kiss, gasping for breath.

“Yes, love?” he said, voice honeyed and thick. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” you breathed, not even sure what you were saying anymore. “Just you. Please.”

A growl escaped him and he buried his face into your neck. “Every time you say please to me, I lose a little more of my mind.”

“Please,” you rasped again, barely able to catch your breath, your grip in his hair feeling a little less anchoring, a little more desperate.

Seokjin’s hands slid under your hips, tilting them slightly and driving him inside you deeper, knocking against the very spot that made you cry out louder for him. The grind of him against your clit as he sped his thrusts inside you and the echo of his deep moans sent you on a spiral, chasing you toward an end you didn’t know if you could handle.

“Love,” Seokjin said in the gentlest whisper just beneath your ear.

It was your name. It was what you shared with him right now. It was the feeling you’d had for him your whole life, what you’d been missing for too long, what you craved with him more than anything. It was that single word that lit magic within you, your body trembling, Seokjin’s name tumbling from your lips as you came undone beneath him. He leaned to capture you in another kiss and swallowed your cries as you came, groaning into your mouth as he met his own release alongside you, as you clenched down tight around his cock, as he spilled inside of you and your womb swelled again with his seed.

Finally spent, he slid his body off of you and you felt the now familiar warm gush between your legs as his cock slipped from between your legs. He pulled you close, kissing your cheek gently, though you could still feel the pound of his heart against his chest as it rose and fell.

“We’re going to have to start putting a towel down or something,” you said as the mess he’d left behind started to collect again underneath your bottom. “You only have so many sheets.”

“I can buy more,” he said simply. “I want you dripping for me every time, love.”

With as much as he came, that wouldn’t be a problem.

“I never want my cum anywhere else but inside you ever again. Your pussy, beautiful. I need this pussy.”

You giggled and nuzzled your face into his neck. “There’s that filthy mouth again.”

Seokjin only chuckled in response and pulled your body closer.

After a visit to the bathroom, and borrowing a new shirt and a pair or shorts, you left Seokjin to once again clean up and headed into the kitchen to hunt down a cup of water and maybe get some coffee started.

On the upside, a pot of coffee was already brewing as you walked in. On the downside, it was Yoongi you found standing in front of the kettle.

“Sounds like it was a good night. And morning,” Yoongi said flatly.

“In spite of you, yes,” you quipped. Yoongi shrugged. Immediately your suspicion meter was rising. No smartass comment? No irritated huff? He looked almost...embarrassed?

“Oh.”

You heard Seokjin in the hall followed by a second very familiar voice muttering a quick, “Sorry.”

You turned to find a shirtless Jungkook walking alongside Seokjin toward the kitchen. You whipped your head in Yoongi’s direction, but he refused to meet your eyes.

“What the fuck?”

“I knew it’d happen sooner or later. You idiots are actually perfect for each other, you know?” You hadn’t missed that your brother was avoiding one topic in favor of the other.

“Then why’d you keep us apart all this time?”

“He was scared,” Jungkook offered. “He didn’t want to lose either one of you.”

“Shut up, Kook.” His eyes narrowed and you could see the reasoning wheels of a future psychiatrist turning behind them. “You two weren’t ready for each other yet. Y/N, you were still figuring your shit out, you barely had your own two feet under you. Jin, you’ve barely made time all throughout college to look at other people, let alone date someone. I didn’t want to be the third wheel without knowing the whole thing wouldn’t break down. I knew I had to step in after I saw you two trying to suck each other’s souls out on the roof. I figured you’d work it out when it was time.”

You and Seokjin exchanged a shy glance.

You’d probably never say it to his face, but Yoongi was right. If you and Seokjin had gotten together all those years ago, would either of you have been ready? Would you have lasted through the stress, the struggle of navigating your newly adult lives?

“Well, it looks like there’s four of us now,” Jungkook said with a smile way too cheerful for the moment. You snickered at your friend’s post-coital joyfulness, though how he’d managed to get past your brother’s defenses would have to be a long conversation later. Considering he was supposed to be at an important photoshoot all day yesterday, he’d better have a damn good explanation for how he even ended up here.

Seokjin pulled a pan from the cabinet, giving it a tiny spin in his palm.

“Breakfast?”

You leaned across the counter while Seokjin pulled another skillet from the cabinet and Yoongi started rooting through the fridge.

“So,” you said to Jungkook, leaning your face casually against your hand. “Did you take any good pictures yesterday?” you asked, barely holding back your smile as you watched the tips of Seokjin’s ears go a vibrant red out of the corner of your eye.

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Title: The Best Laid Plans

(Chapter 18 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Doflamingo x Caesar Clown (implied), Smoker x Reader (referenced)

Chapter Warnings: language, reader is still going through it, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, manipulation, breeding kink, Doflamingo is a freak (as always)

Chapter Synopsis: The morning after your and Doflamingo’s public engagement and actual marriage, he’s already working towards what he wants from you next. And you begin learning a bit more about the family you’ve now been chained to. All while this news of your union begins affecting even those who want nothing to do with you.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19

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“I have to say…this is unusual, Caesar. Am I to feel like the pay I’ve already wired was insufficient this time? Or have you just had higher priorities this week outside of me?”

Caesar Clown was staring at that snail on the lab table in front of him, and the wholly disappointed edge behind every additional word.

Simply not answering Joker’s phone calls at any hour they might come had never been an option. Punk Hazard was far too close to Dressrosa for one thing. And Doflamingo’s warlord status allowed him impromptu visits whenever he’d wished on this otherwise restricted government island.

But even more important than that constant threat of his proximity, was the fact that Caesar wanted to answer when this man called for him.

Everything about Doflamingo intrigued him really. Every new test of his scientific skills that the pirate could offer him, every new payday, and every thrill of power by association that came along with it all.

Joker had a way about him that just couldn’t be refused, an equally dangerous and charismatic provider like no other.

And this conflict of emotion was only further proven in the way Caesar’s stomach twisted with fear, simultaneous to his face flushing with embarrassment as he tried to lie. “I just wanted this to be perfect for you, Joker. That’s all.”

The truth and real reason for Caesar’s unexpected delay was something far different of course. A setback that the scientist had no idea how to yet articulate when it involved his favorite client so personally as this.

Because the flaw wasn’t in the new concoction itself that Caesar had already created. It was in the biology of the man who had commissioned it.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just needs to work as I instructed.” The other responded so flatly though, still unaware of what new knowledge Caesar was now hiding. “Did the news coos come by Punk Hazard yet this morning?” He asked almost conversationally next though.

“No.” Caesar was quick to answer a bit louder then, eager to divert to another subject if even briefly. “Why? Did something happen?”

The snail finally smiled a little there.

“I’m calling because I moved the timetable up again yesterday. At the colosseum in front of everyone actually. I can’t help it I guess. When I want something, I just take it.” Doflamingo answered far more smugly at that.

“Oh?” Caesar was twirling the phone cord between his fingers nervously now. He remembered well the urgency of their last conversation. Because Joker had obviously selected you as his broodmare of choice well before taking this public.

And why not?

The sheer vanity of the idea was appealing to Caesar as well. Taking a fiery, desirable woman and riding her into submission until she ultimately bore fruit. It sounded like a good time to him as well.

“It’s an official betrothal then?” Caesar could guess as much then.

The snail smirked again. “Yes, it went well. You should have heard the roaring of that crowd.”

But just when Caesar had started to feel the smallest bit of calm when Doflamingo had begun to further gloat, those words turned sharp again in an instant.

“So I want that serum in my hands by tomorrow night at latest, Caesar. I can’t wait any longer. Can you make that happen for me or not?”

Even when posed as a question, there was only ever one possible answer of course.

“Yes, Joker.”

The drug was already ready by Caesar’s standards. It’d force ovulation regardless of any contraceptive previously in your system. And it’d grant resilience in the fetus to the most common toxins, preventing either accidental or purposeful chemical abortion in at least the timeframe until it could be old enough to survive outside of your body anyway. Also with some other chemicals added to further the thickening of the uterine wall and amniotic sac for a bit more physical protection too.

Forced reproduction is what this plan truly was. But the devil always remained in the details.

Though confident as always in his own work, Caesar had still snuck what should have only been an uneventful peek into Vegapunk’s data from the currently unnamed warlord project as well.

All the warlords’ genomes and lineage factors had already been mapped out by Vegapunk. Made from clandestine samples taken from each warlord at the time of the signing of their government contracts in Mariejois.

So in only a single afternoon, Caesar had scoured through Doflamingo’s file. Just double checking for anything obvious. Any potentially debilitating mutations that could interfere in successful fertilization and healthy fetal development regardless of Caesar’s drug’s limited protections.

The scientist did not want to be blamed for a wild card like that after all.

But there, deep into those genetic markers, he had found something that was indeed a hard stop. Nothing that uncommon he guessed, but the absolute opposite of what this plan needed to be successful.

“Will…you be arriving here to pick up the product yourself then?” Caesar felt like those next words were coming out of his mouth on their own now.

Joker was exponentially faster in the sky than any ship could hope to be on the water. It’d grant Caesar nearly a whole additional day of lab time if Doflamingo came here himself instead of having the drug shipped to Dressrosa.

It’d also give Caesar a chance to dose the pirate with something complimentary to that formula being given to you. Perhaps Doflamingo’s one breeding fault Caesar had found could be temporarily corrected here as well.

The snail paused.

“You really need the extra time then…don’t you?” And there was a bit of new incredulousness in that tone that may have made Caesar proud in different circumstances.

Because he had never let Joker down prior to this moment. Thus the other’s natural surprise.

“It will be ready by then. I promise.” Caesar still tried to steady his voice.

He would do whatever he had to, to keep in the good graces of those beautifully deep pockets of course. Even if it meant degrading himself to finally ask for help from the last person he’d ever wish to as soon as this call would end.

“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Doflamingo’s voice eventually conceded to the new terms.

A rare mercy that further reinforced just how badly the Heavenly Demon must want this to happen with you.

“But no more extensions after this, Caesar.” He warned none the less.

“I understand, Joker. And it will be very good to see you again.” Caesar tried to throw on that additional subservience at the end at least, to finish on a good note so to speak.

Doflamingo did notice that difference in tone too. Because flattery was always appreciated, and a brief hint of flirtation even better. “Heh. I’ll be in a hurry. I can’t leave her alone for long. She just gets into trouble every time I do.”

“She does sound fun.” Caesar mused then, gladly sensing that returning deescalation which came with this bit of parting indulgence.

“She is. But I’m not sharing this one.” The snail grinned fully then. “So fantasize in private. And don’t miss a deadline with me again, dear Caesar.”

The snail disconnected with a click at that as the scientist was left still recovering, here alone in his lab.

He shivered, this new stress so very real as it ate through him.

Caesar knew what he had to do. It was the only way to fix this in the remaining time window available now.

And Vegapunk would be all the more insufferable after this impromptu request for collaboration he was sure.

But sacrifices had to be made, with Caesar’s own ego included in those losses for just this once.

Because Joker would have what he wanted.

Always.

——————————

This meeting had been scheduled ages before now.

Crocodile’s request for official residency in Alabasta was to either be approved or denied today.

But his initial months of planning that should have had him walking into this room as the vessel of vengeance in the young princess’s tragic ransom attempt gone wrong, had been derailed in a single evening.

Simply because you had to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Crocodile had always intended for his agents to kill Vivi. And then he would have killed them, dealing false justice and earning the full attention of Alabasta’s people.

King Cobra would then have had no choice, unable to publicly spurn the man who had captured and disposed of his precious daughter’s murderers.

And later, when the timing was fully right, Crocodile would have further pressed into that man’s paternal grief.

After getting all the information he’d need about the ancient weapon from the broken royal, it’d have been far too easy to then stage a suicide for Alabasta’s noble leader.

He’d have sewn the story of a father who just could never overcome the loss of his only child.

And with the people’s favor by then, and Vivi already gone to leave no Nefertari heir to contend with, Crocodile would have been poised to take over this country in the power vacuum which would have followed.

But no.

Because of you, that little blue haired girl whose corpse should have long been sealed away in the Nefertari tomb was now standing before him and actually smiling instead.

She had apologized profusely to the king for not being able to wait a moment longer to share her news as she’d entered the palace dining area where Crocodile and her father had still been talking business.

The royal family’s guard zoans, Chaka and Pell stayed close, but also were losing their air of professionalism as they tried to look over the girl’s shoulder while she presented that brand new news coo delivery to the table.

“Father! Please, may I call and congratulate her!?” The girl was practically vibrating in this new excitement.

But Crocodile’s teeth were already clenching against his cigar.

Because even from across the table, of course he’d recognized that fucking bird’s high cheek bones and dark glasses on the front page.

Every last bit of his restraint was being tested as the tip of his hook punctured the smallest hole into the tabletop now. Catching there in that new imperfection as his jaw tightened further.

And Nefertari, a literal king, was sitting there all the while, marveling at these images and the hyperbolic words of Morgans’ that accompanied them while he turned through those pages.

“My, it says they have been courting one another for years even. How unusual…a pirate and a marine.” Cobra said aloud with some added incredulousness. But only then seeming to remember his own pirate guest at all.

The almost sheepish look on the king’s face at that realization silently infuriated Crocodile all the more, before Cobra had the audacity to ask something even worse afterward.

“Besides being the ruler of Dressrosa, Doflamingo is also your colleague though. Are you close with him? Is this a surprise to you as well, Sir Crocodile?”

And it was also in the way that little girl’s bright eyes looked up to Crocodile with such anticipation for more details then. This insanity was beyond what the warlord could take.

Because it now surpassed all natural reason and probability the way that pink demon just kept ruining his life.

“Doflamingo does as he pleases. So I’m not surprised.” Crocodile’s deep voice somehow still managed rather noncommittally. His hand removing his cigar from his mouth then.

A tell they wouldn’t recognize. He was utterly seething.

Because that fucking, feathered whore could never stop being this ridiculous and over the top in every single thing that he did.

And for what reasoning this time? There was always a play, a scheme, or a manipulation when it came to Doflamingo.

Nothing was ever genuine, nothing ever truly real.

That creature was a narcissist, a sociopath, a nymphomaniac, and any other random assortment of mental conditions he chose from his grab bag of collected neuroses on any given day.

“Father, please may I call her?” Yet Vivi started once more, not dissuaded in the least by Crocodile’s lackluster response.

“Yes, of course. But with Igaram to assist you. A call from you is an official contact from Alabasta and the Nefertari family after all…and this would essentially be us reaching out to the Donquixote royals as well now if you speak directly to her.”

And this realization somehow delighted the girl even further. “Oh…yes, you’re right! She’ll be a queen soon. Maybe we can even go to the next Reverie together!”

Cobra chuckled at this. “It’s certainly possible now, isn’t it?”

The girl wasted no time however, having now received her father’s permission as she hurried back out of the room to no doubt find Igaram and make that call.

Which did remind Crocodile of his own brief interaction with you too of course. When you rather rudely rejected his flowers and their very efficient poison.

But now he knew why Doflamingo had not immediately struck back in retaliation for that.

This public exhibitionism was that idiot’s response.

“My apologies for that interruption, Sir Crocodile.” Cobra had turned his head back to look at him again then once Vivi had left. “My daughter doesn’t have many friends outside of this palace any longer, now that her prior playmates have moved on to Yuba. And after that incident in Scylla, I believe she’s found quite a female role model in that marine captain.”

Cobra glanced at that print one more time and your pictures there with his sentiment, smiling warmly before he closed the newspaper.

“You know…” He started again not long after. “I think times are beginning to change in this world. I have to admit, when you first asked months ago for my public blessing to transition your Rain Dinners casino into a more permanent residence here in our country, it didn’t seem wise to me given your nature of remaining a pirate.”

Crocodile was still holding his cigar between his fingers then, outwardly concealing his full disgust as he did at least listen.

“But, the warlord program has clearly been working well for Dressrosa. By all accounts, they are thriving under your peer Doflamingo. He protects them. And now, I’d say they’re on their way to having a rather selfless queen as well. What she did for us in Scylla, I will never be able to fully repay her for.”

And even Crocodile’s expression shifted slightly there. Because he felt that change coming in Cobra with these next words.

“But I’m going to try to. So yes, I wasn’t going to approve your official residency and citizenship request at first. Even with you being a warlord, I suppose I still had learned misgivings about what powerful pirates can do to weaker targets. Yet, I’ve thought about these prior prejudices so much in the days since our experience in Scylla. And the way that captain has obviously deemed Doflamingo at least, as worthy of a second chance in life.”

Cobra even sighed a little there, taking a brief sip of the still warm tea that his servants had prepared earlier. “And you and I both know she will face some ridicule and shame for this choice regardless, being that her partner is also still a pirate. This wasn’t the only reason for my change of heart, mind you. But, I can’t deny that my desire to help her, especially now, will be a large part of my decision.”

The king smiled again there, but with a seriousness that still showed his understanding of the gravity of what he was conceding. “So I do grant your request to stay in Alabasta, Sir Crocodile. Partly for your agreed protection of our coasts of course, as I realize more than ever, the enemies we still have in this world. But also because I want to show that men even with histories like yours and Doflamingo’s can be offered these mercies later in life if earned. We will stand with Dressrosa in this regard. I will publicly support her choice of allying with a warlord, by doing much the same here in Alabasta.”

Crocodile’s stare was wider then. His breathing had paused.

Nothing was ever supposed to truly surprise him. And his hand returned that cigar to his mouth as he forced a smile.

The fucking audacity of this all still had his blood running so hot. His heart was pounding with hidden rage. But even Crocodile’s pride couldn’t surpass his sheer ambition any longer. He knew goddamn well what this meant for him in the end.

This new way into Nefertari Cobra’s confidence and the secrets of this kingdom now came with the ungodly price tag of warming back up to the Donquixote family.

“A sound decision, your highness.” Crocodile drawled through an exhale of cigar smoke though. “I can certainly protect this kingdom just as well as Dressrosa has been taken care of as you said. But even more so, this feels a bit like providence doesn’t it? Why, with your daughter being saved by such dear friends of mine…”

Vomit would have been far more pleasant to roll out over his tongue than those words.

But Doflamingo could be baited and used in a heartbeat. He’d come here with you in tow without question if invited. Crocodile knew this. Just like the card games at his casino, as soon as one hand had folded, another had been dealt to him.

His false smile remained. “In fact, if you truly wish to put your support for that soon to be Dressrosan queen front and center in the public eye, why not ask her to visit here? An engagement party of sorts? As further reward for her sacrifices to your family of course...”

And now it was Cobra’s turn to look surprised, though not at all unwilling for this new idea. “Oh, Vivi would love that.”

“As would your subjects.” Crocodile agreed.

And he did see Cobra glance briefly back up to Chaka and Pell who were still observing this conversation hesitantly as his bodyguards.

“It has been ages since we’ve had a proper ball…” Cobra mused.

The two zoan users looked at one another, but their king didn’t give them any real chance to respond.

It was clear that this thought had rooted in his mind. “Notify Igaram please. We’ll go over the details together, and I’ll let Vivi offer the official invitation once decided.”

Yet it already was decided, wasn’t it? Crocodile saw that. Just as clearly as he dreaded what a reversal of his own word this would be. He had sworn to never work with that bird again.

But using someone wasn’t the same as working with them. Or even denying the full blown hatred that remained for them, now was it?

Crocodile would still tear through each and every one of you without a second’s hesitation if Pluton could finally be his. And then, all these days in hell would be but a distant memory.

Temporary tortures endured by him for the achievement of his broader goals.

And torture would be the proper word for what would be coming. Because he could envision that freakishly long tongue slipping out from behind those bright white teeth even now.

Doflamingo would be elated.

And Crocodile only had you to blame.

——————————

There’d been another note on the nightstand when you’d woken in Doflamingo’s bed in the morning sun. Just like that time on his ship on the way here from Scylla.

That beautiful handwriting that still seemed so disconnected from the ruthless individual who had penned it now stared up at you once more from clean, white paper.

The curves and flourishes almost looked like they could move, flowing as your eyes narrowed with your now splitting headache, sitting up alone in the bed to read it.

“Good morning, my drunken wife. Though if you can read this, then congratulations. You’ve rejoined the living.

I doubt you’d be in the mood for more pain medication after the last time. But all you need do is ask and I’ll still provide. There’s no reason for you to suffer needlessly. Unless you just enjoy it of course.

I tasked Baby 5 with watching the door out in my suite for you. No unexpected visitors this time. I had some very time sensitive calls to make however, or else I’d still gladly be tangled up beside you. But I’ll check in on you soon.

Yours,

-D.D.”

You closed your eyes briefly then, trying to focus enough to not want to scream.

The haze of yesterday and last night could have been easily dismissed as only a fever dream.

If not for the reality of the diamond ring still around your finger. The only thing you were wearing actually besides a pained scowl as you opened your eyes again and left the bed. Dehydrated as usual and wishing for any semblance of relief.

Even now, you had the instinct that you weren’t supposed to be exploring Doflamingo’s private chambers without him.

Probably why he’d given you your own room to begin with. A safer holding cell for when he was away, before you and Trebol had immediately destroyed it anyway.

But fuck it.

You were thirsty and still such a mess from last night as you crossed the bedroom.

And soon enough you found yourself standing alone in Doflamingo’s massive bathroom. With the centuries old mosaics and stonework that conflicted with his far brighter, modern tastes.

It wasn’t your first time being here. But without him even lurking just beyond the door to wait for you, it felt entirely different.

You did your business, relieving yourself and flushing the toilet before standing again. Your bare feet then met his tacky pink rug as you pressed up against the marble sink. The floral scents of his cologne bottles lined up on the counter only messed with your overtaxed senses further.

You turned on the water, washing your hands with one of his fancy soaps, and rinsing them well before cupping your hands under that stream to bring the cool relief to your face.

And you drank it afterward as well. Because to hell with his weird freakout about this very thing back at the villa. You drank that water several times in fact, refilling the makeshift bowl that was then your cupped hands pressed together.

But as you did turn the water off and straightened back up, you caught your own movement out the corner of your eye.

In that floor to ceiling mirror that was well big enough for even Doflamingo to fully admire himself in the nude.

And you’d seen him do it. One too many lingering glances towards his own image in that reflective glass after showering.

But all you saw now was nothing near as flawless as him as you made that same mistake of also looking for too long.

Into your tired, pained eyes. And over all the bruises now transitioning through every sequence of unnatural colors, while the trapped blood tried to dissolve for days at a time beneath your skin.

The shape of Doflamingo’s foot sole was still centered prominently over your sternum from that battle in the other bathroom as well. His love bites also along your shoulders and one deep enough to actually have thickly scabbed over on one of your hips.

You weren’t always quick enough with your armament when you were supposed to be experiencing pleasure. He’d kiss and lick you, bringing you nearly to orgasm, and then nail you with a real bite sometimes.

It furthered his arousal at the complete loss of your own in moments like that.

And you didn’t want to see this anymore.

Not right now.

You turned and stalked out of the bathroom before that disgust in yourself could fully take hold again. Before you could shatter that mirror and even the ancient stone behind it with your clenched fist.

Your luggage was just set against a wall in his bedroom when you came back to it. Like it didn’t belong here at all as you spitefully dug through it.

You put on your usual underwear, but with sweatpants over them this time. That and an old, long sleeve shirt as a top.

It was throw away shit, only fit for laying alone in a ship’s bunk late at night. But you were purposefully covering everything but your face, feet, and hands with it now.

You didn’t know what your plan even was anymore. You didn’t have one as you cracked open that tall bedroom door to exit into the hallway that led to the rest of the king’s suite.

And even with the warning of Doflamingo’s letter, you’d still paused at seeing Baby 5’s back while she stood silently at the window she’d apparently opened in the main sitting room.

She was staring out, not yet noticing you at all.

You’d considered still making a purposeful sound though. To spare you both the inevitable bad reaction of surprising her. You weren’t in the mood of dealing with that. But then you’d noticed the small cloud which rose up as she exhaled.

And something else still inside of you immediately reacted instead.

You didn’t know why. Because it wasn’t as if she was anyone you could actually help.

You couldn’t even help yourself in this place.

“And just how old are you to be doing that!?” You snapped at her regardless.

The girl made a frightened noise of course, eyes wide as she looked back over her shoulder with that lit cigarette still sticking out from between her lips.

Her hands went together in a begging gesture almost simultaneously too as her whole body then turned to face you in the realization of being caught. “He said you’d still be asleep! Please! Please don’t tell the Young Master!”

And her higher pitched plea was like a knife through your still throbbing head.

But you just couldn’t imagine why Doflamingo would care either. He’d thrown his child soldiers out into battle without hesitation for years. Why would any additional lung damage ever matter?

“What would he care?” You asked along with that thought as you approached. But your displeasure must have still been clear even as she didn’t answer.

One more look at you and she’d tossed that still lit cigarette right out of the open window rather than argue.

But that still wasn’t enough. Not for you. “Give it to me.” Your eyes narrowed at her anyway as you held your hand out tiredly, so close to her then.

“What?” She asked defensively, starting to back away.

“The pack, kid. Because you never answered me. What are you, fifteen?”

“Sixteen.” She looked at you with such indignity there, her defiance trying to return.

“Yeah, no damn difference.” But you saw the top of that small box sticking out of a pocket on the apron you hoped they didn’t make her wear. And you snatched the pack right from her, then and there.

“Hey!” She protested, exacerbating your headache yet again with the shrillness of her upset voice.

Your head was hurting enough that you made your own choice next. You were already over this hangover pain. You needed to feel, taste, or do something different. Anything.

Baby 5 had paused as you opened the confiscated box just as smoothly and removed a single cigarette from it.

It’s not like you’d ever said you were entirely fair either.

“Chill out. You owe me one for all your yelling anyway.” You sighed. “So give me a light, and I’ll at least let you keep the lighter.” You told her as you brought that fresh cigarette up to your own lips.

“You smoke?” She asked incredulously.

“No. Well, not cigarettes. Cigars…sometimes. I just-” But you realized that was far too honest for this moment. And you walked that comment back quickly. “No. I don’t smoke. Just light it already.“

It was not at all your desire to remind yourself of Smoker or anyone else right now. Of course he’d taught you how. Of course he’d let you try his, and thought it hot whenever you’d held one cigar between your fingers and the other between your teeth, breathing deeply for him while his own mouth had went to work much farther down your body.

You’d had your fun together. And it had meant something, at least to you. Those memories wouldn’t be erased just because Doflamingo said they should.

Yesterday, he’d told the papers you had no exes.

That it had always been him for as long as you’d been old enough to be with a man. That’s what that new timeframe meant, and you were sure he knew that.

He’d told them you’d been fucking a pirate since you’d even known how to fuck.

Baby 5 still stared at you, but she listened to your command regardless as she got the lighter from her other pocket. Likely just in that habit of her always being told what to do around here.

You bent down enough for her to light the cigarette as you inhaled slightly to get the burn going.

And you did cough a couple of times, that shitty taste one you probably should have long forgotten when you’d first tried and ultimately rejected these years ago as a chore girl.

Baby 5 watched that too, almost entranced for a moment before your hand suddenly moved and you tossed that nearly full pack of her remaining cigarettes right out of the window as well.

“Ah! Why!?” She yelled again, as if you’d wounded her physically that time. While her gaze followed the tumble of the box and its fall multiple stories down until it was out of sight.

“Because you don’t need it.” You grumbled, even with the utmost hypocrisy of taking yet another drag as you said so.

“And neither do you.”

Both you and the girl straightened up then, looking to the open archway that connected back to the rest of the royal suite.

Doflamingo’s long frame darkened it, slouched in that odd way of his with his hands in his pockets as he surveyed this new scene.

Yes, you were also starting to lose count of just how many times he’d now silently entered his own rooms to catch you off guard.

He must do it on purpose.

“Young Master! I didn’t do anything! I didn’t-” The teen tried.

“Out, Baby 5.” The warlord answered. Oddly calm, but non negotiable to his subordinate all the same.

And she didn’t have to be told twice. She slinked past him immediately, head down and fully submissive as she quickly exited.

Leaving you and Doflamingo then staring at one another with that burning cigarette still between your lips.

Your senses were still jumbled. You couldn’t yet feel his intent. And that worried you.

But it was a somewhat good sign when he did take off his glasses, propping them into his hair as usual when the two of you were alone. Though he still watched you sharply through his good eye.

“You love to test me…don’t you?” He said, straightening his tall posture as he moved closer.

And you held your ground, even when seeing his focus move critically back to that burning cigarette. “I’m having a rough morning. I just wanted a distraction.” You exhaled as you spoke.

But he was so close already then, bending down to grin at you as he inhaled that smoky exhale of yours right into his own lungs.

“And I hate the smell of your ‘distraction’, love…because it lingers. I’ve told them all so many times. Anywhere else they want, just not in my private rooms.”

Yet you remained still as Doflamingo’s hand exited his pocket to so purposefully come up towards your face. His long fingers ran along your cheek softly, just before he plucked that cigarette right from your unsuspecting mouth in one harsh motion.

Like yanking a weed out of a garden.

At least that’s what his brief glare seemed to say. That he was correcting you, just before his hungry lips covered where that cigarette had been.

And you didn’t stop him. He’d even made a wanting noise soon enough, one that sounded fully involuntary with his tongue seeking deeper entrance as you parted your lips for him.

His legs were bent as he tasted you and the remnants of that smoke, again and again actually.

And when he was done, you heard his harsher breathing just from that bit of intimacy. There was a reluctance in him even then as you saw that needful look briefly flicker through his eyes.

His other hand had now taken yours though while he began to lead you away from the window.

But not before he put that cigarette he’d abruptly taken from you into his own mouth.

“We are not making a habit of this. Do you understand?” He chided you again.

And of course you were staring, watching him smoke for the first time you’d ever seen.

He noticed your bit of awe too.

That taunting air of his resurfaced easily. “What? I’ve tried it all. Everything at least once. And many things several times more.” He didn’t even cough as you had, like he was proving that point. His lungs clearly didn’t care about this fresh assault.

“But like I said…” His lips downturned then as the humor left as quick as it had come. “I’ll never tolerate this specific smell on my things again.”

And you were now one of those “things” to him you were sure. With the further squeezing of his large hand around your smaller one just reiterating this idea, before he took and tossed that last cigarette out of the window as well to walk on with you.

“It actually takes years to fade you know.” He added even more seriously, not looking back at you anymore then.

He was pulling you now.

“Doffy…” It was obvious you didn’t have the will to resist him today. But he was already leading you both back towards the bedroom, which felt fully ridiculous and unwanted for you in this moment

Because he’d had all he wanted last night. You’d been a little drunk doll for hours, positioned this way and that to do whatever he pleased.

And Kizaru had caught you redhanded only to worsen it exponentially.

That pain of true humiliation went through you again as you did force yourself to speak, even when Doflamingo hadn’t acknowledged your prior plea of his name.

You at least wanted some kind of update on the real status of your life before he’d just toss you on that bed again.

“Did anyone call from the marines yet this morning? Did the news coos come?” You knew it sounded like begging. Were you demoted? Discharged? Were you being called a traitor? How bad was it?

But he still didn’t look at you. And his voice sounded so odd when it did finally come.

“Your priorities need rearranging, little bird.”

His hand loosened slightly. But just enough for his fingers to move against that engagement ring you’d still never taken off.

You glanced down, feeling him briefly turning that band.

And then the two of you had passed the bed. You were standing before another large door as he pushed it open and pulled you through it.

You went quiet, confused and surprised again as Doflamingo drug you into his closet without any further explanation.

Of course the simple description of “closet” was not near good enough either. Because it was a whole room of its own. Much bigger than even the one that was still supposedly yours in the other bedroom.

And Doflamingo did finally let go of your hand as he walked to the back of this space.

He was looking for something while you stayed near the front, staring at the racks of clothing rather helplessly. His coats, suits, shirts, and more in just row after expensive row.

Some garments were embroidered, some had real gold adornments and other precious stones. Everything was here. All the way from the gaudiest, neon colored capris pants you’d ever seen, to floor length furs and ceremonial uniforms truly befitting a Dressrosan king.

Your head tilted back a little too, then looking up as the glimmer of a literal crown and scepter sitting on a shelf above you caught your eye. They looked carelessly set aside, as if they were as unremarkable as an old pair of shoes to him before you heard him speak again.

“Come here.”

He’d been digging in the back corner, pushing away more of his suits that you’d never seen him wear in order to get to something.

And you had to trek across this “closet” just to reach him.

But you stood there once you had, already uncomfortable before he shoved something large and black right in front of you.

Your body reacted as if it were some sort of animal carcass, you taking a reflexive step back when those feathers shook all at once from his movement.

Doflamingo was holding the coat at the level of his waist then, and only had to extend his arms to follow you with it as you tried to move away.

“No. Smell it. And then tell me if you still think I’m full of shit.” He sounded irritated again for a moment there, as if he didn’t want to be holding this either for any longer than he had to be.

Of course the reasoning of this harsh new order made no sense to you at all. You just wanted to tell him to fuck off actually when this new weirdness began.

Yet you still felt like the biggest freak too as you were forced to let those black feathers graze your face anyway when he pressed it even closer instead and you finally inhaled.

It wasn’t strong, but it was definitely there.

“Cigarette smoke.” You confirmed, but still looking at him as if he was being insane again.

As usual.

But Doflamingo scoffed at your expression, just before doing the same to strangely smell that coat as well when he briefly brought it up to his face.

“This raggedy thing is almost six years old.” He said, somewhat quieter then. And he lowered it again after. But was still clutching the coat in one hand, as he watched you intently once more.

His glasses were still perched in his hair. And you saw a different look in that moment, just the slightest warning before he swept that black coat around to hang it over your shoulders.

You tensed. And it was awkward and heavy, but no real difference to the pink ones he wore every day that you could tell.

But you said nothing in your obvious confusion. You only stood there, uncomfortably silent and waiting for the next touch, the next nonsensical action from him.

Yet Doflamingo was only staring at you for a few more moments, taking this all in like it meant something far different for him.

Your eyes flitted to his hand, cautious of everything again now as he’d moved it to once more touch your face.

“He’d really hate this.” Doflamingo muttered as he grazed his knuckles softly down your cheek. “He was always so adamant about me letting you go.”

Your head was still aching horribly, surely interfering with your own powers of reasoning. But your heart only began to beat faster as his hand then moved down onto your shoulder next.

He was neatening the feathers there. But some were missing. As if they’d been singed and burnt away actually, you finally realized.

“Marine code zero, one, seven, four, six…” Doflamingo added from nowhere as your breath did stop.

“That’s not my code.” Your mouth and brain shot off reflexively then. All of you were trained to give your marine identification number when captured. To say it over and over if you had to under potential torture, rather than giving anything sensitive away that could hurt your crewmates. “My code is-”

“I know.” Doflamingo’s face was tense. His eyes met yours again.

And that all new dread sank into your chest as he did.

“That was his code. My baby brother…my Corazon.”

Your eyes widened as the full adrenaline began.

In so many instances already there’d been these strange moments and the offhand comments about his blood family. All dead, all so seemingly triggering to him to ever speak of.

And you weren’t stupid. You were perceptive. But when every day and every night had you always still racing through the gauntlet of your own survival, it never allowed you the time to put any of these pieces together.

So he’d just thrown it right on top of you instead.

A dead man’s coat, now heavy in every meaning of the word as it hung across your already vulnerable frame.

“Rosinante…was a marine?” Your quiet voice both asked and confirmed at once. Because the silence was worse. And you didn’t dare look away from this pirate now.

“Yes.” Doflamingo answered directly that time. His long fingers still moving idly though, now nearer your breast, separating the individual feathers where this garment had evidently been crumpled against other things for years now.

He was actually preening you.

“This is just one of the coats he burned and left behind. I was always wasting money buying him new clothes. He could never take care of anything for long.”

Even with the almost neutral expression on Doflamingo’s face then, you still picked up on that real distaste in his tone. A true danger that made you try to force all of your energy away from your hangover and back to your very limited observation haki now.

You needed to focus.

This was no game anymore.

“I didn’t know.” You said in full honesty.

Doflamingo’s fingers paused too, his eyes moving back to your face with renewed skepticism that would have made a lesser soul cower.

“You really never met him?” He asked so plainly though.

“No.” You told the truth again.

The warlord scowled a bit.

“Well, I always talked to him about you.”

And you knew he saw that hint of surprise on your face again there that you couldn’t hide.

His eyes narrowed a little more in response to it. “You think I lie about everything, don’t you? I was telling the truth when I told the crowd I always wanted you. You had my attention years ago.”

That hand that had been neatening the feathers at your chest now moved all the way down to your hip as Doflamingo abruptly squatted onto his haunches in front of you.

His touch slipped so easily beneath the bottom of your shirt as he began to rub the skin of your waist.

“I told my brother that you’d be mine. But he was too weak to last long enough to see it.” Doflamingo’s grip tightened a little more, holding you firmly by your waistline now, skin to skin. “Do you understand what I’m telling you, (Y/N)? He hid from me. He lied to me. He hurt me.”

“He was undercover.” You said in something not far above a whisper then. Acknowledging the true scope of what was now being revealed to you.

And Doflamingo’s eyes finally looked bothered. He was watching that growing upset in your own.

“You were there that night too. With Tsuru…weren’t you?” Doflamingo asked you. And you felt the warmth of his body as he moved in even closer, still squatted down before you.

“Minion Island? Yes…I was there.” You responded as he leaned his head against you so unexpectedly.

He wanted you to touch him in return as he still held your waist.

And you did reach up, the black coat shifting as your hand moved softly around the back of Doflamingo’s neck.

It took everything in you to keep your hand from trembling.

“He left me no choice.” Doflamingo breathed just as your grip met his skin.

The primal chill that went through to your very bones was linked only to the way his eyes had changed again then. No trace of remorse as he said these words to you.

And Doflamingo simply shifted, wanting you to rub him further.

So you began stroking the back of his neck as you felt his face briefly nuzzle you. Partly against your own clothes, partly against those black feathers of his dead brother as he now chuckled.

A sickening sound.

“He took everything I had left. My heart…my trust.”

But it wasn’t sad or mournful. That tone felt like loathing even as Doflamingo’s hand moved again beneath your shirt, his large palm splaying low onto your abdomen.

“And I want it back.” He reaffirmed.

He thought he was the only victim here.

He thought he was owed whatever he wished to take because of the things he’d already lost.

You felt his fingernails beginning to press soon after. Like a claw digging into you with that renewed show of possession.

His teeth were bared again.

“I want it from you.” His voice was so low then, this demon of a man practically sitting on the floor now as he pushed your shirt further up.

“Give it back to me.”

You felt his lips against your stomach next, just before he whispered once more.

“Bear me my new Corazon.”

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T⨂ BE

CONTINUED

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Thanks for reading!

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cirtusmistress · 6 months ago

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JJK Bridgerton Inspired HC’s - Gojo, Geto, Nanami

authors note: so your girl is on a Bridgerton binge and a JJK rewatch binge so like.. I’m boutta cater to such a niche audience lmao

genre: historical romance

tw: a lil horny sometimes but ultimately SFW

AO3 Crosspost

💙 Crown Prince Satoru Gojo and The Debutant 💙

• A prince by birth and next in line for the throne.

• Well bred, read, and wanted most dead. Has lived through multiple assasination attempts.

• Was never really interested in the prospect of marriage, was more invested in rehauling the royal system as a whole.

• Likes to spend his time with the young royals and nobles like his ward Megumi.

• W H O R E. Chronic flirt. Smart enough not to accidently sire an heir but knows how to have his fun.

• Met you during your debut year. You were the first woman to actually catch his eye.

• First he thought it was just more sexual attraction, but after a dance and a conversation he knew it was much more. Your wit was unmatched and you had snark enough to keep up with him.

• Played it cool though because he knew if he gave you too much attention you’d have a target on your back, and he wanted to make sure you were his.

• Goes out of his way to see you as much as he can. Lots of ‘accidental’ run-ins.

• The moment that sealed the deal for him was when you near bested him in a fencing match. It had been so long since someone had surprised him.

• Though being under the eyes of the crown prince doesn’t go unnoticed. Soon enough other men began attempting to court you. Even worse, certain parties started conspiring to use you against him.

• This all came to a head when you were cornered at a ball. You were meant to be taken hostage and used to lure and kill the prince. But there was no corner of the world they could hide you where he would not look. His day started and ended with you and if they harmed you the world would burn in your name.

• You were found and rescued by him, and your kidnappers were dealt with in a swift and brutal fashion.

• He proposed on the spot. No hesitation he was on that shit. You were to be his and that was that. And you would never be alone again.

• The wedding was huge. No expense was spared and he catered to your every whim and desire. You were his gorgeous only ever.

• Honeymoon was.. Oh baby. Literally. You weren’t coming back without being knocked up.

💜 Duke Suguru Geto and The Viscountess 💜

• Of common birth and rose to the rank of Duke after the former Duke passed away. He was the only living male relative, hence receiving the title.

• A former friend of the crown prince. The pair had a falling out when Geto grew power hungry in his new role. He is still a respected member of the ton, though under constant watch of the crown.

• As a Duke he is in charge of a small township. He’s known for his high taxes and using his citizens to collect rare birds from the surrounding area. He keeps them in an aviary with clipped wings, and sells them to other nobility for profit.

• He once was in charge of two townships, but one mysteriously burnt to the ground. An investigation brought no results, but it did reveal two survivors. Geto took them in as his wards.

• He met you during one of his bird sales to the Queen. You were a member of her entourage.

• You were a young widowed Viscountess with two young daughters of your own. Your husband had died of medical complications, leaving you alone with no sons. Luckily you had favor with the queen, but with no husband and no heirs you were in desperate need of saving.

• He found your unwavering commitment to your children admirable and you two began a long friendship.

• Your girls all got along well, and you loved his daughters with all your heart. Something about you doing their hair and tending to them so gently made his heart flutter.

• The friendship did eventually turn into more.. Especially after you admitted you urned for more children.

• Enter baby fever Suguru.

• He proposed in his aviary, promising to love your children as his own, and to give you as many more children as you desire.

• Townsfolk said Geto became far kinder after your marriage.

💛 Viscount Kento Nanami and The Housekeeper 💛

• Kento was born into his role as Viscount. And he takes it extremely seriously. Balancing finances and planning events, maintaining a reputation for his family.

• Unlike other men in the ton he rarely goes out to gentlemans clubs. He goes on the occasional hunt though he sees it as pointless and barbaric.

• His goal was to find a practical match, not a love match. He wanted someone who would bare him an heir, so that one day he could rest knowing he had done all he could for his family.

• His housekeeper eventually was forced to retire after injuring her hip. She had served his family for over fifty years and raised him, so he ensured she lived the rest of her life comfortably.

• But.. That meant he had to find a replacement. Easier said than done. No one could live up to the former housekeeper. Plenty of maids were recommended but.. None of them felt right. So he put out a request.

• And then you showed up. Younger, so he was skeptical. But you came on high recommendation from her majesty herself. Apparently you were quite capable and able to handle the heavy loads associated with the job.

• And lord were you. No one could have taken this job more seriously. Not a hair out of place, not a meal late. Sheets pressed. Animals tended.

• And Nanami found it.. Oh so attractive. Your dedication. Your concentration.

• Nothing impressed him more than your skills in the kitchen. You were an amazing cook. Although it wasn’t a listed priority in your job, you still took time out of your day to prepare one of his meals. Usually his afternoon tea.

• After a few months, he was starting to grow fond of you. It was improper to feel such emotions for a servant. But he couldn’t help notice all the little things. The crease of your brow as you kneaded dough. The satisfied smile after a days work completed. The pensive worry in your eyes as you dotted on him in his study.

• Eventually he had enough. Forgetting formality for once in his life, he gave you his heart. And you returned it.

• It was a scandal, but he took it. Because having you made it all worth it.

#jjk #jujitsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru #geto x reader #geto x you #geto suguru #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #bridgerton au

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folkookie97 · 8 months ago

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❝why'd you only call me when you're high?❞ — MYG

— SUMMARY: ❝ It's Yoongi's birthday and he starts feeling guilty for breaking up with you when you most needed him. ❞

— PAIRING: rockstar!yoongi x actress!reader

— TYPE: light angst, mild dark | rockstar!au, celebrities!au

— WORD COUNT: 907

— WARNINGS/TAGS: Part of "I Bet on Losing Dogs" One-Shots Collection, toxic love, exes to lovers, second chance romance, secret relationship, non-graphic smut (not with the reader), semi-public sex, Trust Issues, Implied/Referenced Alcoholism, ambiguous/open ending, Unplanned Pregnancy, arguing, Yoongi is bad at feeling here (maybe a lil bit toxic too lol), This part is based on Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? (Arctic Monkeys), POV Second Person

— NOTES¹: This one-shot is part of the "I Bet On Losing Dogs" Collection, random scenarios of my AU where Yoongi is a toxic rockstar with trust issues and an alcohol addiction who secretly dated an actress at the beginning of her career.

— NOTES²: Happy bday Yoongi my sweetheart, I love you so much <3 (he was my ultimate bias from 2015 to 2019 guys, but I'll never get over him 😭😭)

— RELEASE DATE: March 08, 2024

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

"So you must be the birthday guy of the party. Happy birthday, bro!"

Min Yoongi heard that last sentence a trillion times during the night, the insincerity of the congratulations already going unnoticed by his confused brain as he filled his body with an absurd amount of alcohol.

He hadn't been worried about nothing more since the last few hours. His face was no longer anything more than a mask whose faked fellow feeling had the sole intention of at least not making the situation even more uncomfortable for the guests and their random companions.

When the idea of celebrating his birthday with a party full of other celebrities came into his own mind, Yoongi didn't figured the bad scenarios that could happen at the private club. He just wanted to get rid of the feeling of loneliness that had been damaging him over the last few months. The impostor syndrome haunting him during sleepless nights with the creative block, whenever he tried writing some new songs for his new album.

The deadline until the new tour's start was short, and his patience was even shorter.

Yoongi just wanted to de-stress. Celebrate his special night with some friends from the same celebrities' world, drink a lot, eat some snacks and maybe have sex with random models. Everything he used doing before he met you.

All it took was drinking too much until he went to a far corner to make out with a Victoria's Secret's Angel who wasn't that famous, but at least made up for her lack of fame with her beauty and tongue technology.

However, maybe the weight of having a different mouth touching him after being used to feeling only someone specific for so long had been too much for his emotions heightened due alcohol.

Or maybe he felt guilty. Guilty for letting another woman touch him after sharing so many good moments with you.

Guilty for saying such cruel words to you during your latest arguments. Guilty for don't understanding your desire to see him publicly deny his dating rumors with other women. Guilty for accusing you of being paranoiac, too jealous and also accusing you of blame him for always putting his career before your relationship.

Guilty for never prioritizing you.

But mostly, guilty for leaving you when you needed him most. Guilty for accusing you of pregnancy trick for his fame and money. Guilty for always being a toxic boyfriend and already being a bad future dad.

Yoongi would always love you. He knew that. Everyone in his inner circle knew that. Even that hot model could realized that when he started crying right after cumming in her mouth.

But he didn't deserve your love. He didn't deserve your baby.

And being there, at his own pity party with his lips — and eyes — still swollen and more glasses in his hands as he continued greeting his guests only proved this cruel truth.

It was his fucking birthday. All he really wanted was being with you. Cuddling you, playing some of both of you favorite songs on his guitar, caressing your pregnant belly, talking to the baby...

Damn it! He just wanted you again. He just wanted being with you forever, being your husband. He wanted having a family with you. He needed to get you back. He needed his stupid party end up being useful, at least knocking some sense into his fucking mind.

With his vision blurred from tasting different colorful drinks, Yoongi searched for your number in his blocked contacts, letting out a long sigh with the increased guilt that hit in his chest when he realized that you didn't block him back.

So he pressed the call icon and waited.

Three rejected calls. Four missed calls. He could almost daydream, remembering you carrying your own shoes and calling him every possible curses while leaving your old apartment after one of your arguments.

Even though the clock on his cell phone showed that it was past three in the morning, he knew you were awake. Or at least you woken up with his fucking annoying stubbornness.

I'm so sorry love

It wasn't something very special, but it was as much as his high drunk state allowed him typing in your DMs without looking more stupid than his usual.

It wasn't a decent apology for everything he'd put you through lately. All the arguments, the swearing, the shade comments on the internet, his neglect about the baby...

Yoongi knew you deserved better words. You deserved all the love in the world. All the love he felt for you but never showed you in a healthy way.

But deep down, Yoongi knew you would answer him. He wasn't proud of being sure about that, but he knew it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

Hi. Why'd you only call me when you're high?

And you unfortunately also knew him enough to know that alcohol was the cause behind his sudden motivation to contact you, after months of just ghosting your attempts to still save your relationship. Save your future family.

I'm so sorry

He practically repeated the same message before trying to click the call icon again.

This time, you answered, barely giving him time to process the situation before your trembling voice echoed through his phone. "Prove it to me without being fucking drunk as usual. Prove it to me without being at your stupid birthday party."

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valkyyriia · 4 months ago

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A Study in Green

Words: 2915

CW: Fingering, Artistic Liberties with History | NSFW

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle / Female-Bodied Reader

Prompt: Abandoned Mansion (caution!)

Notes: This is I think the third time I've ever written smut, so please bear with me. I also thought the title was rather cliche, but I liked it, so... I also think I got a little carried away. Whoops. And Mo, if you read this - I remembered that comment I left you on your fic about the Paris Green and MC freaking out and it immediately came to mind when I rolled this prompt with my dice.

Crossposted on Ao3 here.

Banners/dividers by @natimiles.

For @xxsycamore's event, Sexy Ikemen Summer!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked, eyeing the abandoned building with suspicion. It appeared to have been an older, late-eighteenth century mansion. Ivy crept up the crumbling mortar like grasping tendrils, giving it a foreboding look.

“It’ll be fine, luv,” Arthur said, a cheeky grin on his face. “A little urban exploration never hurt anyone.”

“I would like to see the evidence to back up that stateme-” You were cut off by Arthur tugging you close and kissing you sweetly.

“Come now. I swore to protect you, didn’t I?” He tapped your nose with a gloved finger. “That includes the dangers of uninhabited, derelict places and all the things that go bump in the dark. You have absolutely nothing to fear as long as I am here with you, okay?”

You exhaled shakily and offered a weak smile. “Okay.”

“Besides,” Arthur added. “You do make a rather adorable damsel in distress.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, taking your hand and leading you inside.

One thing you had never quite gotten used to in this era was the sticky heat and lack of air conditioning. Even though the climate wasn’t too different from what you were used to, the fashion of the day was much more stifling. The summer sun was currently high in the air, beating oppressive rays down on the building. Fortunately, the mansion was still in reasonably good repair; the roof was intact everywhere except the far left wing, where the walls had collapsed in on themselves. It offered some protection from the heat, paltry though it was.

Arthur had, true to his word, faithfully stuck by your side. The vampire hardly even let go of your hand, giving you something to anchor yourself to. You were grateful for his considerate nature.

The sunlight shining through the cracked stained glass windows cast glittering constellations on the dusty wood of the parlor floor. Furniture draped in age-stained cream cloth was positioned in key places around the room. If it weren’t for the thick layer of dust and the obvious smell of decaying wood, you would almost think the owners were just out on vacation.

Arthur had done some amount of research on the building before bringing you here, aided by le Comte and his connections. As it turns out, the owners of this mansion had fled to America twenty or so odd years ago due to some sort of legal trouble. The Crown had seized the mansion to repay the family’s debts and it had remained uninhabited since. According to Comte, the left wing collapse happened a few months after the Crown took over the property, and they hadn’t tried to renovate or rebuild the structure. Ultimately, other than the left side, the mansion should have been perfectly safe - within reason for an abandoned building - for a first-time urban explorer.

He grinned. “Look at this,” Arthur said, using your joined hands to point at the desk in the corner of the room. It was neatly organized, a couple of books stacked on the side. A half-written letter lay on the workspace. A quill pen sat in a long-since-dried inkwell, the bottom of it stained black with India ink. “They really were in a hurry,” Arthur commented, pulling his tortoiseshell glasses from his pocket and setting them on his nose. “Let’s see…”

He blew gently on the surface, scattering the dust. Your eyes watered and you cough into your elbow. “Sorry,” Arthur murmured, rubbing your back lightly as he looked at the letter.

“To my love,

“I hope the day comes when I can see you again. Father says we must leave in order to stay out of prison, and I dread leaving you behind. I had desperately dreamed of the day I would make you my wife, but I fear we must place those plans on hold for now. Wait for me, my love. I will return for you.

“Forever yours,”

And then nothing. There was no signature. You frowned. “The poor dears.. I hope he was able to stay in contact. Or at least let her know what happened.”

Arthur studied the paper intensely for a moment, before looking at the books next to it. “I can’t imagine she wouldn’t know what happened. These kinds of things are rather big gossip in the upper echelons of society.” The hand on your back moved to your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Her family likely refused any further contact with him or his family after they left. Even if he continued to write to her, she probably never saw any of those letters.”

“That’s so sad,” you said, leaning into him. “It sounds like he really loved her.”

“If he loved her half as much as I love you, he must have loved her a lot,” Arthur replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “If you would like, luv, we can maybe try to deliver this letter to its intended recipient. There’s probably some other correspondence between the two stashed somewhere here, if we look for it.”

You looked up at him in surprise. He had a kind smile on his lips, but his eyes were serious. If it were something you wished to do, he would make it happen somehow. “I would, but,” you started to say. “What if it opens up old wounds? What if she’s moved on and this just brings it back up?” You sighed and laid your head against Arthur’s shoulder once more. He ran his thumb up and down your waist in soothing motions. “I don’t want to make things worse.”

“Even if she has moved on, it could give her closure,” Arthur pointed out. “But you are right; it could cause more trouble for them. Maybe we should leave it here?”

You mulled it over for a moment. “If I were in her shoes.. And you had moved away for some reason against your will, I don’t think I could really move on. Even if I was forced to marry someone else. I love you too much to ever forget you.”

Arthur was silent for a moment. “Then we should do everything we can to make sure it’s delivered. Even if it is twenty-something years late,” he said, voice quiet and somewhat choked. You went to move away and look up at him, but Arthur’s hand kept your head against his neck. His free arm wrapped around you and he held you firmly to his body. You gave up fighting him, and just locked your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Arthur finally let go and stepped away from you, looking around the room once more. “Let’s see if we can find out who the lucky lady is, yeah? The game, my dear, is on!”

The two of you went looking around the parlor for any other correspondence between the pair. Coming up empty handed there, you moved to other rooms. Normally Arthur would have been able to make an educated deduction on which room likely belonged to the author, but with the state of disrepair the house was in it was much more difficult. Or at least, that’s what Arthur said - but you suspected he just wanted an excuse to lead you around the house by the hand for a little longer. Not that you’d complain about that.

The two of you looked inside a bedroom suite on the second floor. The door creaked open, revealing a lavish room, covered in linens matching those in the parlor. A thick layer of dust coated the room as it did everywhere else in the house. You carefully stepped over to another desk, this one facing the window that overlooked the long-overgrown lawn. Spread across it were several letters in varying states of completion. Some were well-worn, clearly having been read over multiple times. Those ones appeared to have a different author than the one found downstairs.

“Alyssa Bloodwell,” Arthur murmured. “That name doesn’t ring any bells for me, but Daddy Dearest knows just about everyone worth knowing among Europe’s elite. We can ask him when we get back. For now, though…” Arthur turned to you, a devilish smile on his lips.

“Arthur,” you warned him to no avail. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed you by the hips. Your arms snaked around his neck automatically.

He grinned. “What is it, oh darling love of mine?” He gave you an innocent peck on the lips.

“Oh, don’t even start, Arthur,” you protested, but made no motion to step out of his embrace. His lips moved to the side of your face and you reflexively tilted your head to give him access. “We can’t - not here.”

“Says who?” Arthur murmured seductively, nibbling at the shell of your ear. “It’s not like there’s anyone here to stop us.” He walked you backwards to a sturdy chest of draws against the far wall, and easily lifted you up onto it. “You’ve been looking positively delectable all day. I can’t help myself from wanting a taste.” He leaned in and kissed you more insistently, his fingers dancing around the ribbon at the collar of your blouse.

“You are incorrigible,” You responded weakly, already returning his kiss.

“But you like it, don’t you?” Arthur replied, grazing your earlobe with his fangs. “You dirty little thing.” He ghosted his lips down the side of your neck, pressing a kiss right over your pulse point, before mouthing the spot and sucking hard. You cried out at the sharp pain of it.

Arthur ran his thumb over the red blooming there. “Beautiful,” he said. “I would bite you, but then I’d have to carry you back to grab a carriage.” He ran his tongue down the column of your throat, his fingers gently setting the ribbon to the side and dragging the top of your blouse down. His other hand slid up your skirt, the thumb running back and forth over the flesh of your inner thigh. “And I really don’t want to have to explain that one to the constable,” Arthur whispered, his breath coming out in puffs against your collarbone.

The drag of his sharp fangs against the skin of your chest combined with Arthur’s fingers moving higher underneath your skirt caused your breath to hitch. His gloved hand pressed gently against your clothed sex, applying a small bit of pressure through your underwear. You let out a soft whine at the contact. He rubbed his fingers back and forth between your thighs while leaving love bites all over your exposed chest.

His lips kissed back up your throat, and he pulled away to look at you. Smirking, he pulled his hand from between your thighs and took the glove in between his teeth. Arthur slowly, teasingly, pulled it off of his hand, the now bare appendage returning to its former place between your legs.

“Arthur,” you whimpered as he slid the material of your panties aside. He dragged his fingers back and forth through the wetness gathering there, circling the sensitive nub at the apex of your thighs.

You threw your head back, a low keening sound escaping your lips as he continued to swirl his fingers between your legs. Arthur shot out his other hand to catch the back of your head.

“Look at me,” he murmured. You bit your lip but did as he asked, and he smiled. “Good girl.”

Arthur’s thumb brushed against your lips and then he leaned in for a deep kiss. “You’re so cute when you come undone under my fingers like this,” he purred. “You’re normally so put together.” You probably were a sight to behold right now - skirt hiked up to your hips, blouse untied and loosely draped under your cleavage, chest heaving - you were the very image of debauchery.

Arthur leaned back in for another kiss, his tongue moving against yours in time with his fingers as they pushed inside of you.

Your gaze drifted up, suddenly settling on the walls of the room. Your eyes widened and you broke the kiss. “Arthur,” you breathed, voice scratchy. “Is it just me or is that wallpaper green?”

Arthur groaned and he pulled away with a discontent sigh, his lips forming a frown. “It is, and quite a lovely shade of it. But I don’t see how the color of the wallpaper is more important than my hand.” His fingers deftly continued their work, and you bit back a groan. “Unless you are unsatisfied, and want something more?”

“Because,” you breathed, trying to ignore Arthur’s actions and failing miserably. “Green pigments from around this time period are made of arsenic. It’s poison.” Your thighs trembled as he pleasured you. You were so close-

-and then Arthur suddenly stopped and looked at you, bewildered. You whined at the loss of stimulation. “Really?” He looked away from you, his gaze flitting all around the room that was blanketed in peeling green wallpaper. Arthur’s cobalt gaze met yours again, a light panic to his eyes. “And they didn’t know this?”

“No! The paint was invented sometime in the early nineteenth century and fell out of use during the mid nineteenth century because people were getting sick,” you sighed, the ache in your belly slowly subsiding, leaving you feeling uncomfortable and wanting for more. “It was later used as a pesticide, until they realized that was dangerous, too.” You were somewhat regretting your choice to stop Arthur at this moment. Curse your brain for being safety-conscious even with an incredibly attractive man between your legs, who wanted nothing more than to bring you pleasure.

Arthur sighed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “We should probably continue this elsewhere, then,” he conceded, removing his hands from your thighs. You shuddered at the loss of contact and watched as he lifted his slick-covered hand to his mouth, sucking on the fingers. The lewd sight sent another flare of smoldering heat right to your belly. “When we get back home, you’re going to have to make up for leaving me hanging like this. I hope you’re ready for the consequences of your actions.”

Bonus:

After speaking with Comte about what you discovered while exploring (trespassing), you and Arthur found yourselves standing outside of a beautiful, well-kept mansion in the Parisian countryside. As you approached the gate, a butler, who was trimming roses nearby, placed his garden shears down and stepped over.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle, Monsieur,” he greeted. “How can I help you?”

“Is there an Alyssa Bloodwell at this residence?” You asked.

The butler frowned. “Madame Bloodwell does live here, yes, but we were not advised of any visitors today. Was she expecting you?”

“Not exactly,” you replied. Arthur then pulled a time-worn letter out of his pocket and showed it to the butler, explaining, “I shan’t go into the specifics on how, but we came across this letter and believe its intended recipient is your mistress. We simply wish it to go where it belongs.”

The butler looked at the letter for a moment before nodding. “If you will, follow me,” he said and led you both into the mansion’s entryway, and from there to the parlor. “Please wait here, mademoiselle, monsieur. I will inform Madame Bloodwell of your visit and we shall proceed from there.”

After a few minutes of waiting, you looked up to see a woman in her late thirties descending the stairwell. “I am Madame Alyssa Bloodwell. I was informed you had correspondence intended for me?” she asked.

You curtsied and Arthur handed over the letter. She took it, eyeing it, and her hand dropped to her chest. “Where did you get this?” she said, breathless.

“We recently came into possession of it,” Arthur said, smoothly avoiding giving the details. “We did some detective work, and determined you were the recipient.”

Lady Bloodwell walked over to an armchair on uncertain legs and sunk down into it. “Louis,” she murmured. “I haven’t heard from him in twenty four years.” Her fingers caressed the fraying edges of the paper. “His family had been found to be embezzling money from one of the royal artisans and was disgraced. They fled Paris in the middle of the night and caught a ship to America. My parents forbade mention of him and the betrothal was called off. I ended up marrying a local lord, but.. I never did stop wondering what happened to him.”

You smiled sadly at her. “I’m sorry that we didn’t come bearing current news, but I’m glad we could at least bring you the letter. It’s obvious how much he loved you.”

“Thank you, cherie,” she said. “Please, is there anything I can do to repay you for doing me this kindness?”

You began to decline, but Arthur cut in. “If you don’t mind, could you answer a question for us as payment?“

She inclined her head.

“Did you ever move on?” Arthur asked, a serious look on his face.

Madame Bloodwell shook her head. “I love my husband,” she began. “But no. Louis was - is - special to me. I never stopped loving him, and I doubt I will stop until the last breath leaves my lungs.” She looked between you and Arthur, a content smile on her face. “I see such a resemblance between you two and myself and Louis. Monsieur, whatever you do, don’t ever lose her.”

Arthur looked straight at you and squeezed your hand. “I won’t.”

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writerrachao3 · 3 months ago

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Giving In (Hunter x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You go out for the night with the intention of going home with someone. When Hunter spots you from across the 79’s bar on Coruscant, you realize you’re in for a wildly exciting night.

Warnings: NSFW. Explicit Sexual Content. Minors DNI.

Notes: Crossposted on AO3 here.

Word Count: 4,683

You were one of the most expensive prostitutes in the lower levels of Coruscant. For the past two years you had garnered recognition as the woman who could make men finish with just a look, and you loved your reputation.

You had the luxury of having only a handful of clientele, who paid you for your discretion. Most of them were old, lazy politicians who were quick to finish off, men you did just to pay the bills.

The men you really enjoyed were the clones. All the pent-up masculine energy, the handsome faces and long-lasting stamina. They were mouthwatering to you, and of course, you did them free of charge.

You frequented a few bars discreetly on the side, not terribly often, but every once in a while to get your proper fill.

It had been almost six months since you had last gone out, and this time, you wanted to make it count.

You made your way to one of the popular clone establishments, 79’s, and soon found yourself two drinks in, waiting for the clones to make a move.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as you had walked into the bar, a certain clone had locked eyes on your figure, immediately entranced.

Hunter, the sergeant of Clone Force 99, was with his crew, sitting and sipping on a beer after another successful mission. The Batchers rarely had a moment off the battlefield, and even more rarely did Hunter join the crew on their bar crawl around Coruscant.

The loud music, the flashing lights, it wasn’t to his taste.

But you? You were exactly his taste.

You wore your long brown hair down, tumbling messily down your back, and even just sitting at the bar, your curvy figure enticed him.

Hunter continued watching you as a reg approached and began flirting with you. But he wasn’t worried. Hunter could tell by your body language and your heart rate that you weren’t interested in this particular clone, and soon enough the clone gave up.

You watched as the clone “Ace” walked away from you and sighed. The crowd was rather lacking tonight. You looked up and scanned the room, your eyes suddenly falling on a table of enhanced clones, sitting off to the side, away from the other clones.

You’d heard of them before, but you’d never seen them in person. You scanned their figures, taking in the sight of the intriguing men. One was smaller and slightly squirrelly. Another was broody and had an almost angry demeanor about him. The third was a very large, muscular man. Your mind briefly flashed to what he must be like in bed before your eyes landed on the last man.

You scanned his form, tall, relaxed, strong. His messy brown hair was held back by a red bandana, and across one side of his face he bore a skull tattoo that disappeared under his shirt. You wondered exactly how far down it went.

He was exactly the kind of man you were looking for tonight. And as your eyes traveled back upward, you realized he too was looking right back at you.

He seemed almost cocky, clearly used to being in command and control, and you were immediately drawn in. He smirked in your direction before he turned back to his brothers, luring you in but ultimately ignoring you.

Now that frustrated the hell out of you. You raised an eyebrow, determined not to play into his game, but the longer it took, the more frustrated you got, and you could feel yourself getting antsy.

Hunter pretended to pay attention to what Tech was prattling on about, but he was actually listening for your heartbeat. Even over the sounds of the music, he could still hear it quicken the longer he waited to approach you.

After a few more antagonizing moments, he decided it was time. Hunter stood up from the table, much to the rest of the bad batch’s surprise.

“Where are you going off to?” Tech.

“I have a little rendez-vous,” Hunter replied nonchalantly.

“You’re skipping out on bar crawl again?” Wrecker demanded.

“Sorry, Wrecker, I’ve got other things to attend to,” Hunter shrugged, turning to go.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow and scanned the room, his eyes landing on your figure, sitting at the bar, twirling your fingers around the rim of your martini glass.

“Hope she’s better than the last one,” Crosshair scoffed as Hunter turned his back.

“I have a good feeling about this one,” Hunter chuckled before making his way over to you.

You were busy twirling your finger around the rim of your glass when you suddenly felt a warm breath on your shoulder.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?” Hunter’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You angled yourself to better look at him as he sat down at the bar next to you.

“Trying to see what all the fuss is about with these clones,” you replied, your voice silky smooth as you took another sip from your drink.

“And your thoughts?” Hunter prodded.

“Some aren’t half bad,” you replied, giving him a pointed look.

Hunter let out a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s your name darling?” Hunter purred.

“My nickname is Raven, but you can call me whatever you like,” you replied coyly. You only gave out your stage name to men like this, but it always intrigued you to see what they would come up with.

Hunter knew immediately that it wasn’t your real name, “Raven, hm?” He said. “I’ll pretend like you didn’t just give me a nickname. How about I keep calling you darling?”

“Like I said, you can call me whatever you like,” you replied, hesitating at the end as he hadn’t yet given you his name.

“Hunter,” he said. “The name’s Hunter.”

You licked your lips at the sound of his name. Even his name was attractive to you.

Hunter heard your heart skip and your scent changed slightly at the sound of his name. He reached out and pulled your chair closer to his with unmet ease until his mouth was mere inches from your ear.

“Shall we go someplace quieter?”

Your mouth went dry. He was making you feel a way other clones had been unable to make you feel before. All you could do was nod.

Hunter threw down some credits to pay for your drinks, like a true gentleman, before taking your hand and guiding you through the crowds and out into the fresh air.

He hailed one of the air taxis and helped you in, sliding in the seat beside you. With clones, you usually had to rent a bedroom in some shoddy back-alley hotel, but he seemed to have a place in mind. He gave the driver directions to somewhere on the surface level before sitting back, his hand falling possessively on your thigh.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“My squad’s ship is empty while we’re in Coruscant. We’ll go there,” he replied.

You’d had sex in many places, but onboard a ship? The idea of Hunter bending you over and taking you up against a ship’s control panel was exhilarating.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at the garage where Hunter’s ship was. You watched as he lowered the ramp and you followed him up into the ship.

You scanned the ship, taking in everything, it wasn’t large, but it was sufficient for whatever missions Hunter and his crew undertook.

To the left was the cockpit with the console, to the right, the gunner’s seat. There was a small room with bunks in it and a small refresher.

You heard the door to the ship close behind you. Before you could turn around and open your mouth to comment, Hunter had pushed you up against a wall, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

“Do you know how long I watched you for?” He asked, his breath hot but not unpleasant on your face.

You felt your breath hitch in your mouth. Normally you were the one in control during your encounters with clones, but this? This was new, and you wanted nothing more than to give in immediately to Hunter’s whims. But you couldn’t, in good conscience, give in without putting up a fight first.

“How long?” You asked innocently, looking up at Hunter through your eyelashes.

He let out a quiet groan, bringing his lips inches away from yours, but still demonstrating an admirable amount of restraint.

You itched to close the distance between you two, but you didn’t want to give in, and you certainly didn’t want to beg him.

“Seems we’re at a bit of an impasse,” Hunter nodded down to how close you two were together, only mere centimeters apart. “Just tell me what you want, darling.”

At his words, much to your dismay, a quiet sigh slipped past your lips, causing Hunter to smirk.

“That’s all I needed,” he said darkly before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

His lips were soft, but his kiss was rough against your mouth, claiming you for the first time that night. You returned the kiss fervently, trying to regain any sense of dominance, but it was too late, Hunter was in control.

Hunter’s hands roamed freely across your body, one tangling itself in your hair, and the other on your hip, pulling your body flush against his.

You allowed your own hands to roam across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. He was still, unfortunately, wearing his armor, and you attempted to pry it off.

Hunter chuckled into the kiss.

“Need a little help there?” He asked, breaking the kiss.

You finally gasped for air, your lips already red and swollen from the few, brief moments you had spent kissing him. Your head involuntarily nodded and Hunter stepped back, his hands quickly shedding the armor on his arms and chest, his legs and the rest soon following.

As soon as he was down to his blacks only, he returned. You pulled up onto your tiptoes, seeking another kiss, but Hunter tutted.

“If I have to take something off, then so do you,” he said huskily, a grin spreading across his face as your cheeks flushed red.

You barely hesitated before reaching down and untucking your shirt from your shirt and pulling it up over your head, leaving your upper body in nothing but your bra.

Hunter let out a low whistle, taking in your smooth skin and breasts. He had been right, you were exactly his type.

He approached, pulling you back in for another kiss, this time, his hands running up your hips to your chest. It was only a couple of seconds before he had managed to unhook your bra with only one hand and slide it off of your body.

He then picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he set you down on one of the counters in the Marauder.

You continued kissing him, your arms and legs now wrapped around his body, pulling him in close. His lips soon dropped from yours, trailing down to the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of soft nibbles in his wake.

You let your head roll back and your hair tumbled down your now-bare back as he picked a spot to leave a hickey, claiming you as his.

Normally you had a policy with your clients about not leaving hickeys behind, but you couldn’t resist how Hunter was making you feel.

You felt one of his hands reaching for your breast, taking it and running a rough hand quickly over your nipple, causing you to gasp at the electric shock that coursed through your veins at his touch.

Soon his lips left your neck and made their way down to your nipples, his tongue flicking over them briefly before settling in on one of your breasts, nipping and sucking, causing a flurry of sensations up and down your body, arousing you more and more with each new sensation.

You were beginning to feel desperate for his attentions elsewhere, so you discreetly slid your hands down your stomach and towards your core, but a hand on your wrist paused your journey, causing a whimper to leave your throat.

“Now, now, darling, a bit hasty, are we?” Hunter’s voice caused you to open your eyes and look down at him. He came up and claimed your lips again before grabbing your other wrist and pushing them up above your head.

“Keep them there,” he growled.

He moved you so that you were now reclining backwards. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but your body was too needy at this point to complain.

He returned lips to your nipples briefly before they began to make their way down your body.

When he reached the waist of your skirt, he quickly yanked it off your body, your panties soon following, flung off somewhere in the room.

Hunter stepped back for a second, taking the time to admire your flushed body laid bare on the counter for him.

“Darling I can smell how ready you are for me,” he purred, sending shivers up your spine before he returned to your side, now placing painfully slow kissed on your inner thighs.

“Please,” you heard yourself whine, your hips involuntarily bucking up with need. It was almost painful how much your body needed to be touched.

“Please what?” Hunter asked between kisses.

“I need your mouth,” you said.

Suddenly you felt a warm breath on your core, and Hunter’s warm tongue slid up from your core to your clit, swirling around once before taking your whole clit in his mouth.

You let out a thankful breath, your pain alleviated by the contact. It felt incredible, his tongue slowly sucking and swirling around, taking good care of you. You allowed your eyes to close and your head to roll back, but Hunter wasn’t having it.

“I want you to look at me while I’m eating you out,” he said. “Be a good girl.”

Your eyes shot open at his nickname for you. You lifted yourself up on your forearms and looked down, your breath catching in your chest as you watched him go faster and faster.

Suddenly, you felt a finger at your entrance, gently easing its way in. You gasped at the intrusion, but soon found your body moving along with the rhythm.

Hunter let out a chuckle, “Eager, are we?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please I need you,” you said, throwing your pride and ego out the window. Tonight, you would be subject to every one of his whims.

Hunter rewarded your admonition with a second and then a third finger, never once stopping his ministrations at your clit.

You slowly began to feel a heat building inside of you and your eyes began to close once more, feeling your body chasing your high.

“What did I say?” Hunter demanded, causing your eyes to flicker back open.

You watched as your body began to roll even faster, beginning to fuck yourself on Hunter’s mouth, unable to control yourself any longer as you felt yourself beginning to crest.

Hunter brought you all the way to your peak, your orgasm causing a string of gasps and swears to escape your lips as you rode your high. Hunter continued to use his tongue on you until you were shaking with how sensitive you had become.

“Good girl,” Hunter said, finally pulling his fingers out from you and capturing your lips again with his.

You could taste yourself against him, but you didn’t mind, you were still recovering from your orgasm, and all you could do was cling to Hunter’s blacks.

Although, you were beginning to think about how much you wanted them off.

As you came down from your high, you were galvanized into desire, a desire to see Hunter feel the exact same way, and so your hands roamed, finding the zipper to Hunter’s blacks and beginning to remove it.

He quickly helped shed it until he was only in his boxers. You leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of him for a moment.

His body was strong and muscular, incredibly pleasant to the eye. You raised your eyebrow as you discovered that his tattoo did in fact, extend down his face and neck to his waist and chest, where it stopped, just above the waistband of his boxers.

“Like what you see, darling?” Hunter asked, catching your hungry gaze.

Your eyes landed on his boxers, now tight against his body, revealing a large bulge, causing you to swallow.

"Maybe," you retorted, sitting up and slipping off the console.

Upon your feet hitting the ground, you nearly fell, Hunter quickly stabilizing you.

"Careful now," he said, smirking at how you had fallen apart at his whim.

If that's how your legs felt when he used just his mouth, you could just imagine what you'd feel like after he'd fucked you to the high heavens.

"My turn," you smirked back, sinking down to your knees on the cold floor of the ship.

Hunter allowed you to reach your hands up and stroke down his abs to the waistband of his boxers before you pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring out.

You were pleased with the size and look of his cock. He was rock hard at this point, which made the thought of him fucking you right then and there even more exciting. But you needed to be patient.

After Hunter had removed his boxers entirely, you reached out and took his cock in your hand, your tongue soon following, lapping up the precum that had beaded at the tip of his cock.

He let out a low groan, his hand reaching down and tangling in your hair as you licked a stripe up the back before wrapping your mouth around his cock and slowly bobbing down, taking him fully into your mouth until you gagged and came back up for air.

Hunter loved the feeling of your mouth on his cock and he watched as you wrapped your pretty pink lips around his cock once more and began slowly and almost torturously moving up and down, savoring the taste of him.

It wasn’t long before you felt Hunter begin to buck his hips against your mouth a little faster and you obliged. The sounds he was making as you pleased him sounded so wonderful coming out of his mouth.

You wanted nothing more than to watch him unravel before you, but alas, that would not be the case tonight. Hunter had many, many other plans for you.

So before too long, Hunter reached his hands down and wrapped them around your neck, pulling you off his cock and bringing you up from your knees. He then pulled you in for a kiss, not minding that he could taste himself on your tongue.

“Hunter,” you felt yourself tremble in anticipation. “Please.”

Hunter didn’t need to have a reason this time, he picked you up and turned you around pushing your lower body up against the console. He bent you over so that your tits were pushed up against the cold metal.

You spread your legs a little wider as he lined himself up with you. You whined at the sensation of his cock sliding up and down against your slick folds before suddenly you felt the pressure of him entering you.

You and Hunter both let out moans in unison as he entered you for the first time. Even when he wasn’t fully sheathed inside of you, he felt so good, his cock filling you up in all the right ways.

He eased himself in, allowing you to get accustomed to the stretch as he inched his way in until he was fully seated within you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, barely audible to yourself.

But Hunter heard it loud and clear, because he soon began to ease back out of you before pushing back in, slowly beginning to pick up the pace.

Every single movement felt like heaven inside of you. You allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation, Hunter’s hands firmly grasping at your hips, his breath on your back, his cock stretching you from the inside.

As Hunter picked up the pace, he suddenly grabbed your knee and bent it up to rest on the side of the console, giving him greater access to go even deeper, driving a whine out of your chest with each thrust.

All you could hear was Hunter’s breathing and groans and the sound of your skin coming into contact with his as he fucked you.

But you didn’t want to just be fucked. You wanted to be fucked senseless.

“More,” you panted out.

Hunter’s grip on your waist changed, one of his hands grabbed your hair at the base of your head, pulling your head back and causing you to arch your back up off the console. You gasped as he roughly turned your upper body so that you were looking into his eyes as he pounded into you harder.

“Oh fuck,” you found yourself getting louder, your whispers turning into yelps.

“There’s my good girl,” Hunter said darkly, his pupils blown wide with lust and admiration at how well your body took his cock.

He too was experiencing a high, intoxicated by your body and the way it reacted to each of his movements. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing out the sensations in his cock, causing him to swear.

“Fuck mesh’la, you’re so tight,” he said, finding a new nickname for you.

You didn’t even care what it meant, it was sexy as hell, and you loved the way he looked at you as he pounded into you.

“It’s your turn,” he suddenly said, pulling out and leaving you whimpering at the lack of contact.

He helped you stabilize your feet on the ground before taking a seat in one of the chairs. He motioned for you, and you approached, straddling his lap.

You wasted no time at all before you reached down and guided his cock to your entrance before sinking down until he filled you once more. You captured Hunter’s lips with yours, drawing him in. Hunter rested his hands on your hips, gripping tightly, desiring nothing more than to see you bouncing on top of him.

This time, it was your turn to set the pace. Feeling like you had regained some of your usual control, you went to work, swirling your hips around him.

You watched his eyes close, loving your ministrations, but you weren’t going to let him get away with that.

“Look at me,” you instructed, finally finding your voice again.

Hunter opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow as you swirled your hips.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck for a little more stability as you rolled your hips and started on a good pace.

“Stars you feel amazing,” Hunter echoed his earlier sentiments, gladly giving over some control to you.

The pace was slower than before, but you both lavished in the intimacy of you riding him. He soon buried his face into your neck, kissing and biting again, causing you to let out a moan.

You could feel your legs shaking, the effort from earlier beginning to take its toll, so Hunter began to assist with the pace, going faster. Soon, he lifted you up and was thrusting upwards, giving you a new sensation as he reached impossibly deep, causing you to let out a loud moan.

You know that you wouldn’t last much longer at this pace, and unless he had the stamina of a god, he was getting close too.

Without missing a beat and without pulling out of you, Hunter suddenly grabbed you and stood before laying you down on the floor.

“I’m going to make you scream my name,” he said, and you truly believed him.

He began pounding into you, causing you to slide a tiny bit backwards until your head was up against one of the baseboards of the ship. You threw your hand up to protect your head as he pounded into you.

He leaned down and captured your lips one more time, and you clenched around him, feeling the heat build inside you.

Hunter reached down and used his thumb to swirl around your clit all while finding your pleasure deep inside. The sensation of his lips, his fingers, his cock, his breath, was all too much for you, and you felt a sob escape your mouth.

“Fuck, Hunter, I’m so close,” you said, louder than you meant to.

“I know, mesh’la,” Hunter grunted, “Be a good girl and wait a little longer.”

“Please Hunter,” you found yourself begging again. “Please.”

Hunter was quiet for a second, feeling you begin to twitch and clench around him, desperately trying to prevent your orgasm before he gave the word.

“Hunter!” You cried out, one final beg.

“Cum for me darling.”

At his words, you felt wave after wave of pleasure hit your body, sending you sky high, the only thing that mattered was the way Hunter made you feel. You heard your voice continue to cry out his name as he kept up his pace, chasing his high. Your body began to shake at overstimulation as you clenched around him again and again.

It was a matter of seconds before he finished, you could tell he was about to pull out to finish.

“Cum in me,” you said, opening your eyes to catch Hunter as he acknowledged you.

At that, Hunter buried himself deep, his orgasm cresting as he began to fill you up. You loved the feeling of his cum inside you, and you clenched around him, drawing out his orgasm until he too was shuddering at the pleasure and stimulation.

Finally, he gently rested himself down on top of you, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you as you both came back down to the planet.

“You did wonderful, darling,” Hunter’s husky voice drew you in.

All you could do was mumble a response, still too weak from the dual orgasms and all the exertion.

You lay there for a few more moments until finally Hunter slipped out of you and slowly stood. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but you were grateful when he reached down and scooped you up.

Hunter carried your weak form to the ship's small refresher, where he set you down on the shower ledge and turned on the warm water.

You were only half aware as he bathed you, still reeling from pleasure and exhaustion as he cleaned up the mess you had both made. As he washed your body, Hunter secretly admired the hickeys he had left behind, retracing his steps and kissing each one.

He cleaned himself up also, and when you finished, he pulled out a clean towel, drying you off.

“Wait here,” he said.

By this point you were more aware, but exhausted, and for the first time ever with a man, you were hoping he wouldn’t immediately kick you out. Cuddling with Hunter sounded nice. Wonderful even.

He returned wearing a pair of clean trousers and he helped you pull on a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, which hung loosely down just past your ass.

“Let’s get some sleep,” Hunter said, his voice had taken on a much more gentle and kind demeanor, much different than the brazen and flirtatious tones from earlier.

It was warm and comforting, and you soon found yourself lying in one of the bunks on the ship, wrapped up in his warm embrace.

“That was really good,” you muttered as your eyes began to close.

You could feel Hunter’s chuckle beneath you as you cuddled against him. As you drifted off to sleep, you just barely caught his response.

“Yes it was, mesh’la, yes it was.”

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 8 months ago

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Sweet Boy

Leo's finally ready to lose his virginity but isn't sure his boyfriends want him, so they prove him wrong the best way they know how.

Warnings: Pure smut, virginity loss, begging, praise kink, breeding kink, some possessiveness, dumbification, subspace, dacryphilia, size kink, some brief dysphoria, brief mentions of self harm, aftercare, Leo is a pre-surgery trans man, probably some other stuff that I'm missing

Word count: 14,044

crossposted on my ao3

Minors dni

If anyone had told Leo that today would be the day he would lose his virginity, he would have laughed in their face.

Of course, he had thought about it, fantasized about it even, wondering what it would be like when he finally let his boyfriends take his virginity. It wouldn't be new to them, Leo knew they were having sex regularly when it was just the two of them alone, not wanting to make Leo uncomfortable but also wanting to take care of each other's needs while they waited. Leo was fine with that, he didn't mind that they didn't wait for him to be ready before getting with each other, he understood. He had almost asked to join them a couple times, but anxiety plagued his mind before he could, and he ultimately decided that he just wasn't ready yet.

At least, he had thought he wasn't ready.

But something had changed over the past few weeks. He wasn't sure what it was, it's not like anything was different between him and his boyfriends. He just thought it was one of those times where he was super horny for no reason, but that it would fade away after a couple days. However, as the weeks went on his feelings didn't change. In fact, they only seemed to get worse.

He tried to take care of himself on his own, but it wasn't enough, not anymore. Not even when he tried to pretend that his fingers belonged to one of his boyfriend's, who would have been able to reach much farther inside him then he was able to. Any anxiety he had when thinking about sex previously had seemingly dissipated. His fingers weren't cutting it anymore, he needed his boyfriend's. He needed to feel them inside of him, needed them to dick him down until he was too tired to cum anymore, needed them to touch him, grab him, anything to relieve him of his pent up desires.

But he had no clue how to bring up his little problem to them without feeling extremely awkward, so he kept it to himself, either waiting for an opportunity to present itself, or waiting for his constant lust to die down a little.

It had been a regular date night with his boyfriends. The trio had gone out to eat, and as usual, Rain was extremely touchy, draping himself over both Leo and Micah whenever he got the chance. Normally Leo enjoyed his affections, but now, every single touch, no matter how slight, was igniting a fire in his gut. The flame intensified when Micah grabbed Leo's hand on the way out of the restaurant, his warm palm practically searing Leo's skin. It certainly didn't help that Micah's hand's were much bigger than his own, leaving the poor, flustered man to imagine what it would feel like to have them run down his exposed skin. He tried to ignore the heat building in his stomach (and his face), but the more his boyfriends brushed against him, the more his mind began to wander...

"Dude, you doing alright? You're spacing out again!"

"Hmm?" Leo quickly turned his head as Rain's voice broke him out of his lewd thoughts, embarrassed. "Sorry, what did you say?" He hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt.

"I didn't say anything, but you're staring at the wall again. Seriously, are you ok? You're more quiet than you usually are." Rain inquired, sitting up a little on Leo's bed. He gently grabbed Leo's hand, rubbing it in what was meant to be a supportive manner, but all it did was make Leo want to scream in frustration. He had hoped that arriving back at his apartment meant he could try to take care of himself without bothering his partners, but that went out the window when Rain had asked if they could stay the night.

So now they were here, snuggled up in Leo's bed, and he had never felt more desperate and pent up in his life. Of course tonight would be the night they stayed over, of course it was! God, he wanted to yell, but he couldn't, so he suffered in silence. "I'm fine, just got a lot on my mind. Sorry for staring off." He replied sheepishly, internally kicking himself for how unconvincing he sounded.

Micah hummed from behind Leo, his chest pressed against Leo's back. "Anything worth sharing?" His fingers wove their way between the short, wavy strands of hair on Leo's head, a motion that both soothed and annoyed Leo further.

"Not really," he mumbled, still too nervous to admit to his boyfriends what was on his mind. What if he told them and they weren't in the mood? He would have made things awkward for the rest of the night, they might even leave if they were uncomfortable enough. He hated the idea of upsetting the men he loved most, so he opted to stay silent. Feeling defeated, he laid his head back on Micah's chest, trying his hardest to forget his horniness.

Leo could feel the bed shift next to him, reopening his eyes when he felt Rain's bony hand drag him back up into a sitting position. Before he could question what he was doing, Rain grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss right on his lips, coming back up and grinning widely at the stunned look on Leo's face. "You're always thinking," he sighed, his tone almost whiny. "Don't you ever get a break?" His face suddenly shifted into an expression of concern. "Is your anxiety acting up again? I thought your meds were working?"

Leo could feel Micah stiffening up a little behind him, also concerned. He hesitated, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to tell them about his...issue. "Yeah, a little bit." He admitted, looking down at his hands. "But I'm fine, I promise! It's not too bad, I can deal with it. Don't worry about it, please." The longer Rain gazed at him, the hotter he felt his face become.

Rain seemed unconvinced, but didn't question him any further. Instead, he softly nudged Leo's chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Do you need a distraction?" he breathed, his lips barely hovering over Leo's.

Leo paused. This was a dangerous path, especially with how lustful he was feeling currently, but he desperately wanted to feel some sort of closeness to his partner's, even if it wasn't exactly what he needed. Deciding he was willing to risk even more bothered later, he whispered out a soft "please," his eyes betraying how needy he was.

Rain pressed his lips back onto Leo's, slowly moving his lips against his boyfriend's before becoming more desperate, his tongue eagerly swiping against Leo's bottom lip. Leo obliged, opening his mouth enough for Rain to slip his tongue in and deepen the kiss.

A small huff of surprise left Leo's mouth when he felt Micah attach his lips the the sensitive skin on his neck, lightly sucking on one spot before pulling back to admire the mark he'd made. After a second had passed, he reattached his lips, sucking hickeys and bruises into Leo's skin.

Leo had to hold himself back from moaning and whining. Sure, this wasn't the first time he'd been marked up (both of his boyfriend's could get pretty possessive when they wanted to), but he was never this needy, and it never went any further than that. He wished it would though, he could feel his arousal growing with every second. Some distraction. But any composure he had left the second Micah's hands wandered down to his stomach, lifting his shirt enough so they could slip underneath and press down on the exposed skin. The feeling of Micah's large hands enveloping his stomach, the pressure, it was all too much...

Before he could catch himself, a lewd whine left Leo's lips, loud enough for all three of them to hear. Both Micah and Rain stopped what they were doing almost immediately, Rain pulling away slightly so he could look at Leo's face. Leo quickly snapped his mouth shut, hoping to possibly play off what just happened, but he couldn't hide how he was feeling anymore. His face was flushed red, his eyes half-lidded with obvious lust as he panted, trying to catch his breath while actively avoiding looking Rain in the eye.

"Holy shit." Micah said, embarrassing Leo even further. He was glad that at the very least Micah couldn't see his face, he didn't know what he would do if both of his boyfriends saw how pathetic he was.

"Babe." Rain said softly, trying to catch Leo's eye. "Baby look at me."

Slowly, as if afraid of what he would find, Leo looked up at Rain, shame and embarrassment shining in his eyes. He ruined it. He made them uncomfortable, he knew he did. He couldn't keep his stupid noises to himself, and now they were going to leave.

"Baby, do you... do you want to go a little further than we normally do?" Rain gently asked, trying to rest his palm on the side of Leo's face. Leo turned his head, too ashamed to continue looking at his partner.

Embarrassment flooded through him at the question, although he wasn't sure why. He wanted this so badly, why were his nerves suddenly catching up to him now? I mean, he was still worried that Micah and Rain didn't want to do anything and that he had just made everyone feel awkward, but other than that, what did he have to feel shameful for?

"Yeah." Leo finally answered after a moment, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I do. That's why I've been spacing out all day. It's been one my mind for weeks, but I didn't know how to bring it up, and I didn't want to make either of you uncomfortable if you weren't in the mood or if you didn't want to do anything with me at all, and-"

"Hey, hold on!" Rain interrupted, both worried and offended. "Who said we don't want to have sex with you?" Rain turned Leo's face back towards him, but he still refused to make eye contact. "Sweetheart?"

A couple beats of silence passed before Micah spoke up, knowing full well Leo had no intention of answering. "Leo, you're one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen. Why wouldn't we want to be with you like that? "

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt as he searched for an answer. "I don't know... I just don't think I'm attractive in that way I guess. I don't think I'm... hot enough, at least, not the way you two are. Plus, you both have experience with this and I don't. What if... what if I'm bad at this? What if I can't make you feel good? I don't want to disappoint you, but I also don't know what I'm doing."

"Oh baby," Micah sighed out, grabbing the hand Leo was fiddling with and holding in comfortingly. "You have no idea how attractive you are, do you?" He made eye contact with Rain, who looked just as bewildered as Micah felt. Did Leo not know how much they had wanted this? How often they talk about how much they wished their third would join them? Did he never suspect that both of them often jerked off to the thought of him, pretending that their hand (or the others hand) was his mouth, his hand, his cunt? Man, they really had failed at showing him just how wanted he was.

Leo shook his head, skeptical of Micah's words. Nobody had ever wanted him before, why would that have changed? He wanted to tell his partners this, but Rain leaned forward once again, snatching Leo's hand and pressing it against his clothed crotch. To Leo's surprise, he felt a rather large bulge poking against his hand, and was even more surprised when Rain let out a small "mmph" noise at the contact.

"Oh yeah?" Rain huffed against Leo's lips, a challenge in his voice. "You aren't sexually attractive? Then tell me sweet boy, how'd this happen?" He rubbed Leo's hand up and down the outline of his hard dick, his breathing heavy. "You have no idea how arousing you are sometimes, it's kinda cute how you haven't realized that yet. We've wanted you so badly for so long, we just never told you in detail because we didn't want you to feel pressured into doing anything." He removed Leo's hand from his crotch and grabbed his face, looking him dead in the eye. "I'm gonna ask you again, and this time, I don't want you to worry about your experience, or how you think you look. Do you want to have sex with us, right now?"

Leo swallowed, his face and core burning hot. He couldn't believe this was happening, he couldn't believe how enthusiastic his boyfriends were. "Yes. Please, I want this more than anything else." A shaky breath left his lips, no longer trying to hide his need.

Rain smirked, his eyes half closed as he leaned closer to Leo's face. "Good boy." he whispered, before pressing his lips back onto Leo's. Micah took that as his cue to reattach himself to Leo's neck, sucking much more vigorously than he had before. Leo and Rain continued to kiss until Leo pulled away, a trail of saliva briefly connecting the two while they both gasped for air.

Micah continued marking up Leo's neck, only separating when Rain slowly pulled the smaller man's shirt over his head, leaving his stomach exposed and his chest covered with only a binder.

Leo's nervousness began to catch up to him now that he was semi-exposed, but it slowly dissipated as Rain brought his lips to his bare stomach, leaving a trail of kisses from his tummy to the faint scars littering his torso to his still-clothed chest, then to his throat and finally to his lips. Leo had to stop himself from moaning into Rain's lips as his cold hands began to travel their way up to his chest.

"Can I..." Rain trailed off, tugging at the edge of Leo's binder. Leo hesitated for a moment, but a particularly harsh suck on his neck from Micah had him enthusiastically nodding his head.

Slowly, his binder was lifted off of him and over his head, the cold air immediately hitting his hardened nipples. Rain stopped and stared down at Leo's chest for a couple of seconds, but those seconds might as well have been minutes for the nervous man as he fought the urge to cover his chest with his arms.

All of Leo's insecurities came flooding back to him at that moment. What if his boyfriend's stopped seeing him as a man after this? Sure, they knew he was trans, and yeah, he still had some feminine features that he felt impacted his ability to pass, but this was different. They had never seen his body before. Maybe this would change how they saw him, now that they could actually see how different his body was from theirs. What if they were disgusted with him now that they know what he looks like? They would leave him for sure, especially since Rain is gay, he wouldn't want to be with someone who has this body, any moment now they would get up and leave-

A sudden warmth on Leo's chest pulled him away from his thoughts, but before he could look down, Rain smashed his lips onto Leo's, bringing him into a heated kiss.

Rain squeezed Leo's tits before moving his thumbs to rest on top of his boyfriend's nipples, rubbing them in a steady circular motion as he continued to make out with his lover. A smirk formed on his face as Leo let out an involuntary moan into his mouth, the shorter man arching his back and pushing his chest even further into Rain's hands.

Eventually, the pair broke apart, Leo panting as they separated.

Rain removed his hands from his boyfriend's chest and placed them on the either side of his face, Leo immediately melting into the gentle touch. At some point, Leo realized Micah's arms had wrapped around his stomach, keeping him pressed firmly to his other boyfriend's body while he and Rain had their moment.

Leo looked back at the black haired boy in front of him, who had the most lovesick expression plastered on his face.

"You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen." Rain said, adoration dripping from his voice. Leo felt tears spring to his eyes as an uncontrollable smile crossed his face at his boyfriend's words.

The sound of a voice clearing made both boys turn to look at Micah, a look of mock offense plastered across his face as he glared at Rain.

"Excuse me, what about me?" he said, putting on a haughty voice.

Rain rolled his eyes and smacked his ginger boyfriend on the arm. "Ok, ok, you're both the most beautiful boys I've ever seen, is that good enough for you?" He mocked.

Micah nodded, drawing Leo closer to his chest. "Much better." He affirmed.

Rain turned back to his brunette boyfriend and pressed their foreheads together, both basking in the physical touch. Before Rain pulled away, he kissed Leo quickly and smiled at him.

"Thank you for trusting us enough to see you like this." He whispered.

Leo said nothing, only smiling as he squeezed Rain's hand.

Micah, who had been watching his lover's up to this point, turned Leo's attention to him as he grabbed his boyfriend's chin and brought him into a slow but passionate kiss. His tongue swiped Leo's lip, causing the man to open his mouth enough to let Micah deepen the kiss. His hands found their way up to Leo's cheeks, gently cupping them as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around his neck.

Using the distraction to his advantage, Rain lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one of Leo's nipples and lightly sucked on it, gauging his reaction. He took his boyfriend's muffled moan as a sign to continue, and he began to suck and bite at one of Leo's breasts while rubbing and squeezing the other.

Both of Leo's boyfriend's thrived off of the muffled whines and moans their partner was letting out from Rain's motions, motivating the slender man to thrust his hips into Leo's as he played with his chest, drawing an even louder groan from the boy. He continued to grind their hips together, Leo steadily copying his movements, as he let out a hum against his lover's chest, which only seemed to stimulate the topless man more.

Rain vigorously continued his movements for a while, but suddenly pulled away from his partner's body when the noise's coming from Leo became more desperate and the grinding motions of his hips more erratic. Leo let out a frustrated groan from the loss of stimulation, his impending orgasm fading away, but Rain shushed him, grabbing his chin and turning the smaller boy's face away from Micah.

"Shhh baby, I promise we'll make you cum as many times as you want, but not yet. We don't want to tire you out too quickly." Rain soothed. "We still need to get you ready to take us."

As he spoke, Rain placed his fingers in between Leo's stomach and the waistband of his pants, looking up at the flustered man for permission. Leo nodded desperately, and Rain wasted no time unbuttoning and unzipping his lover's black jeans, throwing them to the floor and leaving Leo in nothing but his boxers.

Rain couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face when he saw the sizable wet patch staining the front of Leo's boxer's. He ran a finger over the damp area, feeling the slight jump of Leo's hips as he did so.

"Damn babe, we haven't even touched you down here yet and you're this wet?" Rain's smile only grew as he watched Leo's face turn about fifty shades of red, the embarrassed boy hiding his face behind his hands. "I can't wait to see how wet you are without anything covering you."

"Shut up." Leo stuttered out, his reply muffled by his hands. Rain chuckled, once again grabbing the waistband of his boyfriend's remaining clothes. His impatience got the better of him, and without any warning he yanked the boxers down Leo's legs, exposing him to the cold air.

"Woah." Rain said, looking down at Leo's lower half in wonder. Leo didn't expect that reaction, but before he could as if it was a good "woah" or a bad "woah", Rain got on his knees and brought his fingers to the man's glistening pussy, looking at it with interest. He spread the lips of Leo's cunt apart with his fingers, but he didn't make any other moves. He simply sat there, looking curiously at it, slowly feeling his way around the organ.

Leo, for the second time, opened his mouth to ask Rain what he was doing, but was again cut off by the curious man poking his clitoris, drawing a surprised gasp from his mouth.

Rain smiled. "Found the clit." He said smugly, proud of himself and the reaction he caused.

"Dude, what the actual fuck are you doing?" Micah asked the kneeling man, completely bewildered and trying not to laugh at what was going on. Leo had to agree, it was almost like he was getting inspected rather than having sex.

I'm trying to figure that out, I've never seen one of these before! Give me some grace dude." Rain replied, continuing his staring contest with Leo's vagina, Micah's question not slowing his exploration of the foreign organ.

Micah let out a loud snort, which he tried to stifle upon receiving a glare from the uncomfortable man leaning on his chest. Leo looked back down at Rain and swiftly closed his legs, smacking his thighs together and trapping Rain's hand where it was.

"Hey!" Rain yelped, surprised. "What was that for?"

"One of these?" Leo mocked his words, making air quotes with his fingers. His voice dripped with fake anger and amusement. "You're staring my genital's dead in the face and you're calling it 'one of these'? And stop poking me!"

Leo opened his legs again and Rain drew his hand back, a look of offense plastered on his face. "Sorry! But what was I supposed to say? Ah yes, what a fine pussy you have here, let me just part these lips real quick so I can see what's going on-"

Rain was cut off by Leo's foot colliding with his chest, soft enough to not hurt but hard enough to shut him up. Micah was full on giggling at this point, his shoulders shaking as he tried to quiet himself in hopes of sparing himself from Leo's wrath. Rain was also laughing, and Leo had to cover his mouth to block the other two from seeing his smile, still trying to seem annoyed.

The smaller boy felt the warmth of Micah's body leave him as his long-haired boyfriend began to stand up, moving Leo off of him as he stood and removed his shirt off of his body.

Leo couldn't help but stare. The larger man's torso and arms were muscular, not as defined as a complete gym nut's muscles would be, but it was still pretty noticeable. His chest was spangled with well-trimmed orange hairs, and looking down, Leo could see longer hairs forming a happy trail down Micah's stomach. He could feel saliva flooding his mouth the second he laid eyes on it. Micah's long, wavy hair fell onto his bare back, still in the low ponytail he was wearing earlier, and Leo briefly wondered how he had managed to get with someone this beautiful.

You're staring." Rain teased, breaking Leo out of his thoughts. He was met with another soft kick to the chest, causing the man to let out another small laugh.

"Swap places with me." Micah ordered, walking to the foot of the bed and helping Rain up. The black-haired man went to protest, but Micah cut him off. "Let me do this, you clearly have no idea what you're doing. I do."

Rain grumbled, but walked over to the side of the bed and sat down, slotting himself behind Leo's back and pulling him into his clothed chest. Rain leaned back, bringing Leo with him, until they were both lying against the headboard. Leo could feel his boyfriend's bulge on the small of his back, and he resisted the urge to wiggle around solely to tease the lanky boy.

Micah knelt down on the carpet in front of the bed, leaning his upper half onto the bed and pulling Leo down enough so he could reach his crotch. He began kissing up Leo's legs, sucking on the skin of his thighs as he made his way up.

"Open up these legs for me my love." Micah requested, continuing to work his way up Leo's thighs. The term of endearment sent a wave of warmth through Leo's stomach as he spread his legs, allowing Micah to see all of him for the first time.

"Oh fuck baby." Micah whispered, his blue eyes flicking up to meet Leo's. "You're so fucking beautiful. I can't wait to taste you."

With that said, the orange-haired boy left one last kiss on Leo's thigh before diving into his pussy.

He licked a stripe up his lover's slit, his nose bumping into Leo's clit as he began to tongue fuck his partner. He went slow at first, leaving little kitten licks to his boyfriend's hole and clit while studying the man's reactions, trying to figure out what felt the best.

It certainly felt good to Leo, his heavy breaths and little sighs made that clear, but it wasn't enough for him. He needed more. The stimulation he was getting wasn't nearly enough.

Micah sensed his boyfriend's need and became more aggressive, flattening his tongue on Leo's nub firmly before flicking the muscle upwards as his mouth closed around the bundle of nerves, sucking harshly on his clit and repeating the process.

This seemed to do the trick, as Leo's moans became more pronounced, his thighs instantly widening a bit to give the larger man more access. Micah grabbed his partner's hips as Leo began to thrust them towards his mouth, holding the man steady as he continued to make out with his lover's cunt.

Micah could feel his cock growing painfully hard with every twitch and moan his boyfriend made, letting out a low groan when Leo's hips continued bucking up desperately into his mouth despite the hold he had on them.

"Oh fuck!" Leo whined, the vibrations of his lover's voice sending waves of pleasure through him. "Keep doing that, God you feel so good!"

Micah, ever the pleaser, indulged his boyfriend, encouraged by the reaction he was causing. His own small groans and hums of arousal joined Leo's, almost drowning out the obscene slurping noises he was making.

Leo threw his head back onto Rain's shoulder, his hands making claw-like shapes as they searched desperately for anything to grab onto, anything to ground the overwhelmed man. Rain took notice of this and grabbed one of them, holding it firmly, and moved the other one so it rested on Micah's head. As needy as Leo was, he hesitated to grab his boyfriend's hair, so Rain rested his fingers on top of Leo’s and curled them into the orange strands himself.

"You won't hurt him, I promise." Rain reassured, moving his head so it leaned against Leo's. "In fact, he's into having his hair pulled a little. It tells him how good he's making you feel."

Micah let out an approving hum into Leo's cunt, causing the boy to tug his orange locks gently in pleasure.

A small groan next to his head pulled Leo enough out of the pleasure-filled haze in his brain to become more aware of what was going on around him, and he noticed that it was more than just his own muscles making his hips move upwards.

"Mm sorry." Rain huffed out, his pupils blown out wide with lust as his half-lidded eyes gazed at Leo's face. "I couldn't help it, you two look so hot right now, it was driving me crazy." He continued to hump Leo's lower back as he spoke, causing the smaller boy's hips to jump slightly with each thrust.

Leo's attention was quickly brought back to the boy between his legs as he felt Micah's tongue slip into his slick hole, his orgasm slowly building up in his stomach. He continued to ride the man's tongue, making sure to move his hips so that his ass bumped against Rain's clothed bulge, causing the pale man behind him to let out breathy grunts each time they made contact.

Rain's grunts turned to needy whine's his hips bucking furiously into Leo's ass, and he pressed his cheek against Leo's in an attempt to gain more physical contact. He wrapped his free arm around Leo's shoulder and held the man to him tightly, wanting to be as close to his lover as possible.

Leo reveled in the physical touch, slumping even more into his lover's embrace as the pleasure began to overwhelm him. It was comforting to have someone hold him while he was this vulnerable, it gave him a sense of safety and love to know someone was there, caring for him when he was this exposed. Not to mention how much it turned him on that they were both losing themselves to pleasure together.

"I need you so badly." The lanky man grunted, chest heaving with the effort of his movements . "But this'll work in the meantime." He groaned again. "Shit, keep moving your hips, just like that baby..."

Leo's orgasm was approaching quickly now, his thrusting becoming more erratic and his whines becoming higher in pitch. Micah picked up on this and began sucking more rapidly, removing his tongue from his boyfriend's hole and instead using it to rub circles on his boyfriend's swollen clit. Leo's whole body tensed up at the motion, a clear indicator of what was coming.

"Fuck Micah, I think I'm gonna cum..." Leo's shaky voice trailed off as his orgasm hit him, his body clenching up as sheer pleasure washed over him. Micah stuck his tongue back in Leo's hole right as the boy's climax peaked, letting out a low moan when his boyfriend's hole pulsed around the slippery muscle, sticky liquid beginning to cling to his mouth. Leo gripped Rain's hand tighter as he rode out his high, the taller boy gripping him tightly while continuing to buck his hips into the smaller boy's ass.

Leo closed his eyes as he rode out his orgasm, clinging to the comforting warmth Rain radiated as he waited for the intense pleasure he was experiencing to die down. Once he felt his body calm it’s twitching a bit, he reopened his eyes, breathing heavily as he took a second to recover.

That second however, was cut short by Micah once again lapping at Leo's folds, making the limp man gasp from the overstimulation.

"Shit, it's too much..." Leo slurred, the overstimulation making his legs twitch again. Micah didn't stop however, continuing to run his tongue over Leo's hole for a couple more seconds before leaning back on his knees and licking his lips, his chin and mouth covered in Leo's sticky cum.

"You taste so good when you cum, my love." Micah's voice had lowered with lust, and a pang of need shot through Leo at the sound. "I just wanted to clean you up a bit, there's gonna be enough of a mess as is later."

Micah wiped the slick off of his mouth with the back of his hand, and then crawled up to where Leo was resting against Rain. He grabbed the tired boy's face, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, pulling away after a moment and smiling down at him.

Micah was about to say something more but before he could, Rain let out a loud whimper from beside Leo, his hips finally stilling as he clung to the boy on his lap, letting out labored breaths.

Both boy's watched Rain as he came down from his own high, His head still leaning on Leo's. The shorter boy squeezed Rain's hand as he panted, kissing him on the cheek and stroking his black hair with his free hand. Micah leaned forward again and pressed his lips to the trembling man's forehead, staying like that until he'd calmed down enough to open his dark eyes and raise his head.

"You couldn't wait a little longer to get off?" Micah teased, a fond smile playing on his lips.

Rain smirked and shook his head. "Nope. You two got me all hot and bothered. You should have heard yourselves." He turned his head to look at Leo, kissing his forehead affectionately. "Especially you, sweet boy."

Leo's face erupted into red at Rain's words, embarrassment flooding his brain. "Was I that loud?"

"Mmmm a little bit, but that's a good thing. I love your little noises, can't believe I survived without hearing them before." Rain hummed, resting his chin on the brunette's head.

Micah looked back at the smaller man, who was still slumped against Rain, but otherwise, seemed to have recovered from his previous orgasm. :How are you feeling?" He asked softly, resting his hand on Leo's cheek.

"I'm ok. I feel good...really good actually." Leo laughed, leaning into the touch. "You felt amazing, how many times have you done this?"

Micah chuckled. "A couple of times, but I've never cared for any of those people as much as I care for you two."

Leo looked down Micah's body and noticed the massive bulge in his pants, suddenly feeling a little guilty. He and Rain had both cum at least once each, but Micah, who had spent most of their time together pleasuring Leo, still remained untouched.

"Do you... do you want me to help you with that?" Leo swallowed, still looking down at Micah's clothed crotch. He's never given head before, and he was a little nervous about choking or not doing it right, but hey, he had to learn sometime right? Besides, it's not like he didn't want to. He desperately wanted to make Micah feel good, and thought of being able to taste him made his mouth water and his stomach flip with desire.

"Hmm? Oh, don't worry about it, It'll get taken care of eventually." Micah replied, seemingly unbothered by how hard he was.

Leo blinked in surprise. "Really? But you ate me out, don't you want me to return the favor?"

Micah smiled lovely, stroking Leo's cheek with his thumb. "Trust me sweet thing, I would love to feel your lips around my cock, but what I want more than that is to make you feel better than you ever have, especially during your first time. Today's about you, we can focus on me another time, ok?"

"Besides..." His eyes darkened with lust, his voice dropping once again. "I don't know how much longer I can wait to make you mine. I need to be inside you so bad it hurts. The less detours we take, the better."

Heat pooled in Leo's stomach at Micah's possessive words, and he nodded frantically, just as desperate to have his boyfriend inside of him. "Please, I need you so bad." He whispered, looking up into Micah's eyes.

Micah smiled, pulling away from Leo. He sat up on his knees and signaled Rain to sit up a bit, pulling Leo up with him. "Not quite yet love, I still need to get you ready to take me, it's gonna hurt if I don't."

Leo sighed in frustration, but Micah just shushed him gently, spreading his needy boyfriend's legs apart once again.

Rain snickered from behind Leo, once again leaning his head on the other man's. "He's right baby, you gotta be a little patient. Micah's not exactly small."

"That's rich coming from you." Leo muttered, but before he could say anything else, he felt a long, thick finger enter him, sliding in easily thanks to how wet he was. A yelp of surprise left his throat.

Micah curled his index finger inside Leo, feeling around. "Shit baby, you're so tight." He paused a second, still feeling around. "...And wet. But not wet enough."

The palm of Micah's hand pressed against Leo's swollen clit, steadying the man's hand as he readied himself. "I'm gonna stretch you out a little bit, ok? Let me know if anything hurts." Leo nodded in conformation, and Micah began thrusting his finger in and out of his partner, slowly at first, but gradually becoming faster.

It felt a little strange to Leo at first, he wasn't used to anything being in him, but it didn't hurt either. Eventually, it started feeling good to the boy, but it wasn't enough just yet.

After a couple of seconds, Micah slowly inserted another finger, slowly thrusting the two experimentally. This was a tighter fit, and Leo wasn't even sure he'd be able to take another finger after this. He let out a low noise as Micah began carefully spreading his digits apart, spreading the small ring of muscle inside of Leo so much so that he was afraid something would snap.

But nothing did, and eventually the uncomfortableness turned to pleasure, more intense than before. He could feel himself loosening up a little bit, and so could Micah, because a third finger soon joined the other two.

Leo arched his back in pleasure, his walls stretching to accommodate the new appendage. Micah continued to thrust his fingers in and out, occasionally spreading them a bit to make more room. He ground his palm further into Leo's clit, keeping a steady pressure on it.

"That's it, my love." Micah softly said, eyes focused on the mess Leo was making on his fingers. "You're doing so well, just a little bit more ok?'

Leo felt the praise go straight to his crotch, more clear liquid beginning to drip down Micah's fingers.

Eventually, Leo felt another orgasm build up in his stomach, and he came with a groan, leaning on Rain for support as he rode Micah's finger's. This orgasm wasn't as intense as the first, but it still took a moment for him to recover, legs shaking as Micah pulled his fingers out of him, leaving him empty.

A whine left the trembling man's throat, but Micah shushed him, sucking Leo's spend right off his fingers.

"Shhh baby boy, You're not gonna be empty for long, I promise." Micah reassured his lover, standing up. "I think you're ready now."

Micah stood up off the bed and began removing his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers. Leo noticed there was already a small stain of what he assumed to be pre-cum on the front of them. Micah slowly lowered the last remaining piece of clothing off of himself, his dick finally springing free from its confines.

Leo could feel a rush of saliva coat his mouth as he stared in awe at his boyfriend's dick. Micah's cock stood proud against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip, threatening to spill down the side. It was a lot bigger than Leo imagined it would be, standing at what he believed was a solid 8-9 inches, he wasn't really sure. He figured that Micah would be big, I mean the man was a foot taller than Leo for fuck's sake, but good lord, he was massive. It was the same color as the rest of Micah's skin except for a pale blue vein that ran up the side and the tip, which was a dark pink color, probably a darker shade than normal because of how hard he was. His pubes were as neatly trimmed as the hairs on his chest, maybe a little longer but certainly not un-groomed. Micah's balls hung heavy underneath his shaft, also neatly groomed.

"You're staring again." Rain teased, using his hand to close Leo's slightly open mouth. The shorter boy felt his voice die in his throat as he continued to stare, trying to fathom how that was going to fit inside him.

"You ok love?" Micah's concerned voice broke the nervous man out of his thoughts. Leo realized his silence was probably extremely off putting to the now fully naked man, who was waiting for him to say something.

"I don't know how you're going to fit inside of me." He breathed, still in shock at what he was seeing.

Micah laughed at his boyfriend's dumbfounded face, smiling gently. "I promise it'll fit, we just have to go slow, ok? It's gonna be fine, I promise."

"I can confirm." Rain chimed in, smirking to himself. "I had the same reaction but I took it just fine! Still do."

"Not helpful Rain." Micah sighed, giving the lanky boy a disapproving glance before looking back at his nervous boyfriend. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's thigh. "Do you still want to do this?"

As nervous as Leo was, he couldn't deny how turned on the sight of Micah's dick made him. He needed his lover inside of him, the consequences be damned. "Yes." He said, his voice steady. "I want this so badly, please fuck me."

"Good." Micah grabbed his lover's body off of Rain and laid him down next to their pale boyfriend, so that he was lying flat on his back. Rain took the hint and scooted to the side to give the two more room.

Micah crawled over Leo's smaller body, holding himself up by his arms as he lined the tip of his dick up with Leo's dripping entrance. "Are you 100% sure you want to do this? I'll stop at any point if you need me to, but I need you to be sure this is what you want." Micah spoke, concern and need evident in his voice.

Leo smiled up at the worried boy and nodded. "I'm sure. I want you, I want to do this with you, and with Rain. I trust and love you so much, there's no one I'd rather have with me right now than you two. Please, I need you so badly baby, I need you in me right now."

"Just... be gentle. Please." Leo trailed off, mentally preparing himself for what to come.

"Of course my love, I'll be as gentle as possible." Micah reassured him, bracing his hips and bumping his tip with Leo's hole. He grabbed one of Leo's hands and held it, a silent comfort in case there was any pain. "You ready?"

Leo nodded, gripping Micah's hand for dear life. The boy above him gave him a comforting smile, and began slowly pushing himself into his boyfriend.

Leo sucked in a breath and let out a whimper of pain. It hurt. The stretch was too much, each inch felt like it was splitting him in half.

"Fuck Micah, it hurts, it hurts -" Leo cried, tears forming in his eyes as he squeezed his partner's hand tightly enough to sting. Micah immediately halted his movements, leaning down to press his forehead against the pained boy's head.

"It's ok little one, I'm almost in. You're doing so well, just a little bit more, ok?" Micah comforted softly, doing his best not to move.

Leo gave a stiff nod, and Micah resumed his movements, gradually easing himself in until he bottomed out with a low groan.

The pair remained still for a couple of minutes, Micah and Rain both whispering praises into Leo's ear while he adjusted to the new feeling. Leo's pants slowed as he got used to the stretch, the pain beginning to die down, replaced by the feeling of utter fullness he had never experienced before.

"Relax sweet thing, We've got you." Rain purred, rubbing soothing circles on Leo's hip. He shifted his gaze to the tense man's stomach and groaned. "Oh shit, Micah look down!"

Leo slowly raised his head to look at what Rain was so enthralled with. At first he didn't notice anything different, but he felt himself clench up when his eyes fell on the small bulge in his stomach where Micah's cock was resting. The boy above him must have noticed it too, because his eyes were fixated on his tummy, pupils completely blown out with lust.

Leo felt comfortable enough to wiggle his hips a bit, desperate for his boyfriend to start moving. Micah let out a surprised grunt, moving his eyes to Leo' face, looking for any signs of pain. He found none, but continued staying still, waiting until Leo let out a noise of frustration.

"Use your words, baby." Micah gently teased, still refusing to move. "What is it you need from me?"

"Move." Leo whined, what little self control he had slipping through his fingers. "Please move!"

"Of course, my love." Micah smiled, reveling in how submissive his boyfriend had gotten. "Gonna make you feel so good, you'll be feeling me inside you for days."

With that, Micah gave a shallow thrust into Leo, making sure that the boy was completely ready for him. Leo let out a moan of pleasure, so the orange-haired boy continued to slowly thrust in and out of Leo, pulling out a little more each time until he was almost completely out before shoving himself back into his boyfriend's welcoming cunt.

Micah let out his own low moans as he continued his motions, completely enthralled by the way his boyfriend's pussy was sucking him in. It was almost hard to pull out, Leo's tight hole was squeezing around him like a vice.

"Fuck-fuck you feel so g-good!" Leo whined as his lover slipped in and out of him. He had never felt this good before, no amount of masturbating could have prepared him for how amazing it felt to be fucked for real. Micah felt so big inside him, a feeling supported by the sight of his belly's bulge appearing and disappearing with each thrust. Overwhelmed, the smaller boy reached around his lover's neck, pulling him down until he could hug the man's back while stuffing his face into his shoulder.

"Need you-need to feel you!" he cried. He desperately wanted to feel Micah, not just in him but around him, surrounding his body until the only thing keeping him grounded was the feeling of his boyfriends warm, slick skin against his own. The muscular boy above him obliged, wrapping his arms around Leo until the two were pressed firmly together, the smaller man's whines and whimpers muffled by his boyfriend's shoulder.

"It's ok sweetheart, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere." Micah cooed into the boy's ear as he continued fucking him, the new position allowing him to press even further into his man's warm walls. "You feel amazing, I never wanna leave you empty again. Gonna fuck you so well you won't be able to speak." His pace quickened, making sure to be as gentle as possible while increasing his boyfriend's pleasure.

Leo nearly screamed as the tip of Micah's dick hit his g-spot, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he tugged on Micah's hair, hooking his fingers around the man's hair tie and freeing the orange locks from where they were held. Micah let out a grunt at the slight pain, but soon forgot about it as Leo's hole pulsed around him. He continued to bully the soft bundle of nerves with his dick, bringing Leo closer to his orgasm faster than the smaller man thought it would come.

While his boyfriend's were distracted, Rain slipped off his shirt, his pants and soiled boxers quick to follow. He was noticeably hard again, but nobody would blame him if they could see the lewd sight in front of him. Horny and desperate to feel any sort of relief, the lanky boy grabbed his shaft and started pumping it, steadily at first, but quickly increasing his speed as his need got the better of him. His own moans joined the two boys beside him, the noises becoming loud enough to pull Micah's gaze away from their boyfriend and on to him. Rain sent him a teasing smile and closed his eyes, making a real show of jerking himself off. Just because he wasn't a part of the main event doesn't mean he couldn't still entertain.

Micah's focus was brought back to the man underneath him when he felt Leo shift his hips, allowing him to hit impossibly deeper and ripping another moan from his throat. "Shit, you're so tight my love, making me feel so good. You're doing so well for me baby boy."

Leo unconsciously clenched even tighter around Micah at his words, A small whimper of happiness escaping his lips as his chest lit up with the praise. He was doing that. All the noises coming out of his boyfriend's mouth, all the pleasure Micah was feeling, that was because of him . A desperate need to please settled over Leo, he would do anything Micah asked if that's what it took to make his boyfriend cum.

Micah noticed Leo's reaction, an affectionate smile showing on his face. "Oh you liked that hm? You like when I tell you how good you're doing? How amazing you feel, sucking me in like this? You're so pretty underneath me baby, such a good boy for me." Micah groaned, feeling his orgasm beginning to build up in his stomach. "I'd praise you forever if it meant you'd keep squeezing me like that."

Leo keened at the praise, losing himself more to the overwhelming pleasure as Micah's thrusts became faster, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping would have normally embarrassed the euphoric man, but he was too far gone to care. All he could think about was the rapidly approaching orgasm climbing through his stomach, invading all his senses until he felt like he was going to burst.

His boyfriend clearly felt the same way, because the taller man's breath quickened, spitting out a quick, "I'm gonna cum soon." before attempting to pull out of Leo's gushing hole.

The shorter man instinctively locked his legs behind his lover's back, forcing his dick back inside, much to Micah's confusion.

"In me." Leo whimpered, looking into Micah's confused, lust filled eyes. His tongue felt like lead, but he pushed the words he so desperately needed to say out. "Finish in me, please."

Micah groaned above him, his self-control threatening to snap at any moment. "Are you sure? I'm not wearing a condom."

"I'm on the pill." Leo moaned out, mind cloudy as he chased his orgasm. "I need to feel you inside me, all of you. I wanna be yours, please, mark me, claim me, make me yours!"

Micah's eyes darkened. He threw Leo's leg over his shoulder, his dick reaching impossibly deeper as he pounded the boy into the mattress. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to claim you as mine? Wanna take all of me until you're overflowing?" he growled, possessiveness dripping from his voice as he held his boyfriend as close to him as he possibly could.

Leo nodded enthusiastically, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. He clung to the muscular man's back, desperate to be as connected to him as he possibly could as his guts got rearranged.

"Fuck baby boy, you drive me crazy. Gonna make you all mine." Micah spoke, his mind only allowing him to think of breeding his boyfriend. "My baby. No one gets to see you like this, feel you like this, except for me and Rain, yeah?"

Leo couldn't speak, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he nodded his head vigorously, little gasps and whimpers leaving his mouth at the mass pleasure he was experiencing. Micah felt the man tightening around him, and crashed his mouth onto Leo's as the smaller boy's orgasm finally hit him. Leo moaned into Micah's mouth, the taller man swallowing his noises as he shoved his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. The brunette arched his back in sheer euphoria, continuing to cry out into Micah's mouth as the man's thrusts continued.

The fluttering of Leo's walls around his cock soon brought Micah to his own orgasm, a low, strangled noise leaving his throat as he flooded his boyfriend's insides with cum. Leo let out a small whimper as the sticky liquid reached deep inside him, filling him up until there was no more room, the excess seed dribbling out of him from around Micah's dick.

The two rested against each other, panting, Micah still buried deep within Leo's dripping cunt. The red-head caught his breath first, pressing a tender kiss to the boy beneath him as he trembled, his eyes still screwed shut as he soaked up the warmth radiating from Micah's body.

"It's ok little one, I'm not going anywhere. Take as much time as you need to recover, we'll wait." Micah whispered into the man's neck, gently rubbing his back as his boyfriend struggled to calm himself. Leo let out a breathy hum of acknowledgement as he let his legs collapse from off the larger man's back, becoming more aware of the sticky mess leaking between his thighs as he did so.

Micah's attention shifted back to his raven-haired lover, who had finished pleasuring himself whilst the other two were still recovering. He had grabbed his already soiled boxers, wiping the sticky mess he made on himself off his stomach. Finishing up, he threw the boxers into the nearby laundry bin before turning back to his boyfriend's shaking bodies, a fond expression plastered on his face.

"He adjusted a lot quicker than I thought he would." Rain said, ruffling Leo's hair affectionately. He turned back to Micah. "How'd he feel?"

Micah let out a breath of laughter. "Amazing." He stated. His gaze softened even more as he looked at his boyfriend, feeling a little guilty for hogging their smaller lover. "How are you doing?"

Rain sighed dramatically, taking advantage of his boyfriend's clear guilt. "Neglected, pent up, and depressed, I might as well not even be here!" He joked, his tone making it clear he was ok despite his words. His tone became more genuine. "But for real, I'm ok, I'm just glad you're enjoying yourselves."

Rain scooted closer to his boyfriend's, resting his hand on Micah's. "Besides," he said, looking down into the man's blue eyes, "we agreed on this right? I wanted this to be as easy on him as possible."

"Agreed on what?" Leo mumbled, opening his teary eyes to look at his pale lover. His body had ceased shaking now, and his mind had cleared enough to make talking easier than before.

"We...uh..." Micah sat up a little, letting go of Leo to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. "We've talked about this before. About who should be the one to take your virginity first, whenever you were ready to lose it."

Leo raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything, waiting for one of them to elaborate.

Micah stayed quiet, so Rain continued for him. "Since it was your first time, we wanted to ease you into everything, and we figured that taking you at the same time would be too much for you to handle, at least in the beginning. So we talked about who should take you first, and we both agreed that Micah might be easier for you to handle."

Leo gave a tired scoff. "Easier? It felt like he was splitting me in half at first."

"I was worried about that, which is why I initially thought that Rain should go first, he could stretch you out a little more so it would be easier to take me. But the more we talked about it, the more we realized it would probably be best if I started you off." Micah stated, gently pulling Leo up so he was sitting upright, leaning into the red-head's chest while he was still inside him.

"Because you're needier than me?" Rain asked teasingly, moving himself behind Leo so the brunette's back was against his chest.

"Because I have more self-control than you." Micah corrected, mock-glaring at the dark-eyed boy. "You have a habit of being rougher than you mean to be, which would have been too much for him. We both knew he would need a gentler, slower start than you could have managed."

"You mean the self-control you so clearly displayed? I seem to recall it flying out the window the second Leo asked you to cum in him." Rain mocked, giggling softly as Micah lightly slapped his arm.

"Shut up." Micah growled, holding Leo's forearms as the man leaned against his chest. "You have your turn now, don't you? Maybe focus on prepping him instead of making fun of me."

"Oh, trust me, I plan to." Rain smirked, dipping his fingers down to where his boyfriend's were connected. Luckily, the pair's previous actions had left him with more than enough to work with, slicking up his fingers with their leftover fluids before bringing them back up to Leo's asshole. He prodded the sensitive area gently before slipping his finger's in, feeling how tight the man was before slowly starting to spread his digits apart.

Leo stifled an uncomfortable whine. It felt weird to have something stuck up there, especially when he was getting spread open like this. Rain pressed comforting kisses to the man's neck, distracting him while he continued stretching Leo's second hole out.

"I know baby, I know. It feels weird, just give me a couple of minutes and you'll be ready." Rain promised, trying to calm the man as best as he could.

Micah noticed the tense look on Leo's face and took pity on him, distracting the man by bringing him into a soft kiss. Leo gladly took the opportunity, focusing all his attention on the way Micah's tongue swiped over his teeth, the tickle of his lover's stubble on his chin, the sweet scent of his sweaty body. He became so engrossed in the kiss that he barely flinched when Rain inserted a third finger, stretching him wider for a minute or two before removing his fingers entirely.

Rain shifts his hips under Leo until his dick pressed against his asshole. "You ready to take both of us baby?" he asked, his excitement and need reflected in his voice. "I promise I'll go slow, at least at first."

Leo broke away from Micah, his eyes half-lidded with renewed lust. He braced himself against Micah's chest, his hands gripping onto his boyfriends broad shoulders for support. He let out a shaky "ready", and without any further warning, Rain slid himself into Leo, stifling a moan as he slowly bottomed out.

Leo let out a small gasp of pleasure as Rain settled inside him, surprised as how good it felt. He hadn't expected anal to feel all that great considering his anatomy, but he couldn't deny how good it felt to be so full, both of his boyfriend's filling him up so completely. The two men he was sandwiched between gave him a minute to adjust to the new feeling, softly praising him for taking them both at once like this and for how good he was being for them, making them feel so loved and trusted.

Leo could feel his mind fogging over at his boyfriend's words, warmth spreading throughout his chest. He wanted to be good for them, wanted to do whatever it took to make them feel as amazing as he felt. His need to please was consuming his mind, making him a submissive mess between his lover's bodies as he waited for them to move, to take care of his needs as well as their own. He slowly relaxed against Micah's chest, content little hums leaving his throat as he shifted his hips eagerly. He felt like he could stay like this forever.

Micah looked down, noticed the cloudy look in his boyfriend's green eyes, and brought his hand to the man's cheek, turning Leo's attention to him. Leo immediately nuzzled into his touch, thriving off of his boyfriend's affections as Micah ran his thumb down his soft cheek. The change in his demeanor was obvious to both Micah and Rain, both boys sharing an affectionate look over Leo's shoulder before Rain pulled the slumped man up a little, sitting him upright between him and Micah.

A surprised noise left Leo's mouth, but it was quickly replaced by a content sigh when Rain began kissing up and down his neck, gently brushing his lips over the bruises that were previously left on the sensitive skin. Micah continued to stroke his cheek, feeling himself harden again at his boyfriend's happy sigh's. Leo had shut his eyes and turned his head towards Rain, but peeled them open again when Micah turned his head back towards him, his eyes meeting Micah's gentle gaze.

"Hey love." He whispered, his tone soft and adoring. "How're you feeling?"

A second passed before Leo responded, his mind still buzzing. "I feel floaty." He murmured, continuing to look up at Micah through half-closed eyes. "It feels weird... and nice. Is this normal?"

Micah chuckled softly. "Yes, this is normal sweetheart. I think you're in subspace right now." Micah looked over at Rain, who was shifting his hips, desperate to start moving. "Rain gets in that headspace too, although his is usually caused by pain."

"Oh." Leo whispered. He had heard of subspace before, but he thought it could only be achieved by intense pain. He guessed he was wrong about that.

Micah stroked his smaller boyfriend's hair gently, getting increasingly turned on by how soft and pliant his normally tough and guarded boyfriend had become. "Do you want us to take care of you little one? Want us to make you cum around our cocks again?"

Take care of him? They already were. He felt so safe and loved in his boyfriend's arms, like nothing could ever touch him. But he couldn't deny how much he needed them to move, to fuck him until he was nothing but a dripping, shaking mess in their arms. Leo shuddered in anticipation. "Please."

Rain didn't need to be told twice, immediately pulling out before pushing himself back in with a groan. "Fucking finally." He huffed out, his impatience apparent. He gripped Leo's hips, pushing and pulling them in time with his thrusts so that it was easier for him to move. At the same time, Micah stayed still for a moment, timing himself so that he could thrust in when Rain would pull out. As soon as he saw Rain's hips move backwards, Micah bucked his own, pulling out as Rain pushed back in, the two finding a perfect rhythm after a couple of moments.

Leo opened his mouth, silent gasps of pleasure escaping him as his body bounced between the two men. The pleasure was constant, never taking a break as someone was always thrusting into him, hitting his most sensitive spots. He could hear Rain moaning behind him, the pale boy's fingers digging deep into the fat of Leo's ass as he maneuvered him, rough enough to leave bruises. "I've waited so long to do this." Rain breathed out, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. "can't believe I finally get to have you, all pretty and fucked out while I rail you." His pace grew harsher, his balls slapping against Leo's ass as he slammed himself into Leo's hole.

Leo's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the change of pace, small little whines slipping past his lips as he wrapped his arms around Micah's torso, doing everything he could to ground himself in the face of his overwhelming euphoria. Micah changed his speed to match Rain's, letting out his own grunts and groans of pleasure as his cock dragged against Leo's walls. He shifted Leo's hips a little, the new angle allowing him to once again hit the boy's g spot vigorously.

Leo's body felt like jelly as intense pangs of pleasure washed over him. He tried to keep himself upright, but all the strength had been sapped out of him, his arms and legs shaking with ecstasy. His body collapsed into Micah's chest, the only thing keeping him from falling over completely being his boyfriend's strong, stable arms as they wrapped themselves around his trembling body. Leo screwed his eyes shut, burying his face into his boyfriend's hairy chest as he let out high pitched whines.

"I've got you, I've got you sweet boy." Micah panted, holding onto Leo's crumbled body as tightly as he could. His dick twitched at the sight of his boyfriend relying on him so heavily, pride building in his chest. Only they could make Leo feel this good, only they could take care of their sensitive boyfriend, and only they could be trusted to see their beautiful boy this vulnerable. "We're making you feel so good, aren't we baby?"

Leo couldn't answer, his brain fried beyond comprehension. All he could manage were whines and whimpers, completely lost in euphoria.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah~" Leo whimpered, his eyes still closed in pure bliss as tears began leaking from them. He couldn't even keep his arms around Micah at this point, instead curling them towards himself as Micah held him, leaning even more into his slick chest.

Rain laughed at Leo's lack of response, smirking down at him as he pulled in and out of him. "Oh poor baby, did we fuck you stupid on our cocks?" he cooed, taking pride in every twitch and moan his fucked out boyfriend let out. "Our dumb, pretty boy, so perfect for us. You're so beautiful when you're this out of it, my sweet thing."

Rain removed his hands from Leo's ass, instead moving them under the man's folded over body and finding his chest, squeezing the soft mounds and circling his nipples with his thumbs. Leo arched his back a little, tiny whimpers leaving his lips at the added stimulation. His brain felt so fuzzy, to the point where he was only half aware of what was going on around him, but he trusted that his boyfriend's would take care of him in his fucked out state.

Rain's moans turned into whines as his orgasm approached, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster as he threw his head back in pleasure. A moment passed, and he brought his head back down, leaning towards Leo's ear. "I'm almost there baby, can we cum in you again? Please?" His voice was whiny and desperate, trying his hardest not to bust without getting an answer first.

It took a second for his words to register in Leo's brain, but after a moment he nodded frantically, knowing exactly what he wanted but unable to get his tongue to work properly. He could feel Rain buck into his ass a couple more times before he groaned again, stilling inside his boyfriend and filling his hole with his own hot seed. He pressed himself as close as he could to Leo's ass, wanting to empty himself as deep as he could without spilling a drop.

While Rain was still trying to catch his breath, Micah, who was getting close himself, grabbed his face with one hand and smashed his lips onto Rain's, bringing him into a rough kiss. Rain whimpered into Micah's mouth, overwhelmed by his orgasm and the firm grip his boyfriend had on his face, as well as the overstimulation Leo's still bouncing body was making him feel. Micah continued to aggressively make out with Rain for a minute longer before breaking away, smirking at the sex-drunk look on his boyfriend's face and continuing to grip his cheeks harshly.

"Look at you, angel. You wanna talk about Leo being fucked dumb? You should see yourself right now, a whimpering, pathetic mess in my hand. It's almost cute, how easy it is to shut your brain off." Micah's voice was sickly sweet, his smile venomous as he degraded his boyfriend.

Despite the stinging sensation in his cheeks from Micah's killer grip, Rain tried to smirk, a defiant look in his eyes. "It's only this easy because I wanted to be nice for Leo. I can give you a much harder time if you'd like." The smirk turned into a slight grimace when Micah tightened his hold, a clear warning.

"I'll keep that in mind for later. For now, behave yourself. I think he's close." Micah all but growled out, his eyes hardening. A teasing look remained plastered on Rain's face, but he nodded, letting out a breath when Micah released his jaw and wrapped his arm around Leo once again. Both boys' eyes softened when they looked down at their third, who's noises had heightened in pitch, his hands gripping Micah's arm for stability. His boyfriend had been right, Leo was definitely on the verge of coming undone.

Tears rolled down Leo's cheeks as his body shuttered, a pitiful cry leaving his throat as his orgasm hit him like a train. Rain draped himself over the smaller boy's back, circling his convulsing stomach with his thumbs in a comforting motion. "That's it baby, let yourself go. I know it's overwhelming, but we've got you. You're making us feel so good." He soothed, closing his eyes and soaking in the warmth radiating from Leo's curled body.

Micah continued to lazily thrust his hips upward, moans spilling from his mouth at the way Leo's cunt was squeezing and pulsing around him. "Oh, just like that baby boy, I'm gonna cum again. Gonna cum so deep in you that it won't spill out." He groaned, feeling himself give in to his own sweet release.

Leo barely registered the hot cum flooding past his cervix, filling him until the mixture of his and Micah's cum started dripping out of him and down his boyfriend's thighs. He was still riding out his own orgasm, his pussy spasming around Micah's dick, milking every last drop of cum from his twitching cock. The fog in his mind had only thickened upon his release, leaving his senses completely clouded with pleasure. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, all he could do was feel the comforting texture of his boyfriend's soft skin on his own as they guided him through his high.

Eventually, his orgasm faded, leaving him trembling in his boyfriend's arms as he tried (and failed) to regain his grip on his senses. Leo's tired body used the last of its strength to wrap his arms around Micah, pressing himself as far into the larger man's skin as he possibly could. Micah, who had recovered from his orgasm relatively quickly, cooed down at the boy, kissing his forehead affectionately.

"I think that's more than enough for one night." Micah murmured, careful not to disturb his overwhelmed boyfriend. "Rain, can you help me lie him down?

Rain hummed into Leo's back, taking a moment before he opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He pulled a pillow close to Leo before grabbing his body, and nodded towards Micah, signaling him to slowly pull their boyfriend down until all three of them were lying on their sides, Leo still squished between them. His head was gently laid on the pillow Rain had gotten, and the three stayed like that for a long while, the two larger boys curled around Leo's still-trembling body protectively as they waited for him to recover.

Leo had gained a little more awareness after a couple minutes, but not much. It didn't matter to him though. He was safe and warm, snuggled in between his boyfriend's naked bodies. They would take care of him until his mind cleared, he was sure of it. Sleep tugged at the corner of his mind, and he gladly let himself surrender to the comforting void enveloping his tired body.

...At least he would have, if he wasn't hyper focused on the feeling of Micah pulling out of his abused pussy.

Leo whined at the sudden emptiness, more cum starting to spill from his hole now that nothing was there to keep it plugged in. Micah chuckled at his reaction, bringing his fingers down to Leo's entrance before scooping up the excess cum and gently pushing it back in. He slowly got up, pushing Leo's arms off from around him as he stood, moving to leave the room.

Leo let out distressed whimpers at the loss of contact, having no idea where Micah was going or if he was coming back. Micah stopped, turning towards Rain for help, but his boyfriend was already moving. Quickly, so as not to upset Leo any more, Rain pulled out and turned the smaller boy around so he was now facing him, wrapping his arms around him as he softly pet the boy's hair and back in an effort to calm him.

"Shhhhh Bug, it's ok. He's not leaving, he's just getting a couple things to help clean you up, ok? He'll be back soon, in the meantime I'm right here with you, I won't leave you alone, I promise." Rain soothed, pressing his face into Leo' shoulder. Leo didn't say anything, instead wrapping his arms around the lanky man's torso, cuddling up to him in an attempt to stay warm. Micah began moving again, grabbing a couple blankets and laying them on top of his exposed boyfriend's so they wouldn't get cold in his absence. He then left the room, and Rain could hear the faint sound of water rushing as Micah started a bath.

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, blissfully snuggled under the blankets while Rain softly kissed the tears off of Leo's face. He could hear Micah shuffling around in the kitchen, probably getting him and Leo water and a couple of snacks to boost their energy again, at least enough to get clean and ready for bed. He was proven right when his Micah's large stature appeared in the doorway, holding two glasses of water and a couple snacks stashed under his arms.

"How's he doing?" Micah asked, sitting down next to Rain.

Rain sat up a little, enough so that he could grab one of the water glasses without disturbing Leo. "Still out of it. I don't know if he has the energy to eat right now." He whispered, sipping his water slowly. He couldn't blame his boyfriend though, he barely had the energy to move himself. The water was clearing his head a little though, slowly bringing him out of his own haze and allowing his senses to become sharper than they had been a second ago. "How are you doing? It took you no time at all to start moving around, aren't you tired?"

Micah shook his head, smiling softly. "I've always recovered quickly, you know that. Besides, if I didn't move, who was going to take care of you two? " He gazed at Leo, who was still laying down, before meeting Rain's tired eyes. "He's not in any condition to strain himself right now, and you're clearly exhausted. It's ok, I like helping you, I tell you this every time."

"I knowwww," Rain groaned, flopping back down. "But I still feel bad. You're always caring for me after sex-us now, I guess. And you never let me help you out after a session either. Don't you get tired of always being the caretaker? Don't you want me to pamper you sometimes?"

Micah huffed in amusement, kissing Rain's forehead lovingly. "I could never get tired of caring for you. If anything, cleaning you up is aftercare for me. Seeing you happy, safe, and satisfied makes me feel better than anything else." A mischievous smirk pulled on his lips. "Besides, you forget that most of our sex is a lot rougher than this, at least on you. It would be pretty inconsiderate of me to fuck you up and then expect you to look after me when I'm perfectly fine."

Rain huffed in annoyance. "You're rough on me because I get off on being treated that way, not because you're a sadist. That's on me, it's still not fair on you to care for me after doing something I asked you to do."

Rain opened his mouth to say more, but Micah grabbed his face again, much gentler than the last time. "Angel, look at me." He said, staring intensely into Rain's eyes. "I. Love. Caring. For. You. I love making you feel loved. You two do so much more for me than you give yourselves credit for, this is the least I can do to show how much I appreciate you." he enunciated each word, hoping that his concerned lover would understand how serious he was being. Doubt still plagued Rain's face, but he nodded in understanding, too tired to argue any more.

Micah turned his attention to Leo, who had stopped shaking for the most part, but was still clinging to Rain's side with his eyes glued closed. He slipped his hands under Leo's back, tenderly sitting him up while Rain shuffled his body so that his chest supported Leo's weight. The tuckered out man groaned a little, but slowly opened his eyes, still cloudy with brain fog and exhaustion.

"Hey little one, how're you feeling?" Micah asked, holding out the glass of water. "Here, drink some of this, it'll help you wake up a little."

Leo grabbed the glass with trembling hands, Rain helping to steady them as he brought the cool liquid up to his mouth and to small sips. The water slid down his throat, it's cold temperature spreading throughout his chest. His mind had cleared more by now, but he was still finding it hard to speak, his tongue heavy in his mouth. He handed the glass back once he was finished, still trying to keep his eyes open as he fought his tiredness.

The two boys around him smiled adoringly at him, gazing at his tired form with love. After a moment, Micah slid one of his arms under Leo's back and his other arm under Leo's legs, and lifted him up bridal style, the man's body leaning heavily on his chest. Leo let out a squeak of surprise, but was quickly shushed by Micah, who began walking out of the bedroom. "I know you were comfortable, but we gotta clean you up. Don't worry, the bath is nice and warm, and we'll be in there with you." Rain stood up and followed closely behind, not wanting to be left out.

Micah stopped at the foot of the tub, slowly lowering one leg into the warm water before fully stepping in, carefully lowering himself and his boyfriend into the water until both were covered up to their chests. Leo, who had wrapped his arms around Micah's neck in an effort to keep himself from falling, lowered his arms, instead holding them close to his chest as he soaked in the warmth surrounding him. He closed his eyes, feeling Rain step in and curl up next to him, hugging him to his chest while Micah pulled them both close to his own body.

Leo muscles loosened as Micah ran a washcloth down his back, soothed by the rhythmic scrubbing motions and the feeling of soap running down his skin and into the water. Rain cupped his hands with water and gently poured it over Leo's body, washing the remaining suds off of him. A hand made its way down between Leo's legs, prying them apart enough for Micah to clean the mess they had left earlier. Leo, started a bit at the contact, his pussy still sensitive from all that they had done, but relaxed once again when he felt the comforting warmth of the water washing away the stickiness that had been beginning to bother him. He felt Micah's hand retreat, continuing to bask in his satisfied state as his boyfriend's began to clean themselves up.

A hand found its way into Leo's messy brown hair, brushing through his tangled locks in a soothing motion. "How're we doing, dragonfly?" Rain whispered softly into his ear, as if afraid of shattering the cozy silence they had fallen into. "You with us?"

Leo slowly shifted his head so that he was looking up at Rain's face, which was slightly above his on Micah's chest, focusing all of his energy on forming words in his mouth. "...I'm here." He croaked, forcing his voice to project louder than a whisper. He shakily brought his hand closer to Rain's, clasping it gently in his own. "I'm more aware...I think. Still feel a little floaty though."

"That's ok." Rain smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to Leo's forehead. "You did so good for us bug, taking us so well. Made us feel so special, letting us be the first people to have you like that."

Leo smiled drowsily. "Did I?"

"Of course you did." Micah chimed in, rubbing his hands up and down the soft skin of Leo's arm. "You took everything we gave you wonderfully, and you made us feel so loved." His hand began idly traced patterns into Leo's skin, making the man shiver from the ticklish feeling. "I was worried I would hurt you, or overwhelm you, or be too big to fit fully in you. But you took me just fine, and you felt amazing. I don't think I'm ever gonna get enough of you."

A pleased hum left Leo's throat. "I'm glad. I wasn't sure if I was gonna do this right, or if I was gonna feel good enough. It's nice to know I felt ok."

Rain snorted. "You felt more than just ok baby, you felt absolutely ethereal! I can't wait for the next time I get to fuck you like that." He paused a moment before pressing his forehead to Leo's. "I love you so much sweet boy, I'm so glad you trusted us enough to see you like that. Thank you."

Leo smiled and pressed a tiny kiss to Rain's lips, buzzing with happiness. "No, thank you, both of you, for taking care of me. You made me feel so loved and comfortable, I'm glad I waited until now." He rested his head against Micah's chest once again, a wave of drowsiness falling over him. "I love you too." He yawned, closing his eyes.

"Oh no you don't." Micah gently scolded, moving his boyfriend's enough for him to stand up. He stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and dried off before turning back to Leo, grabbing his hands and pulling him up. "You're not falling asleep in the bath, no way. C'mon, let's get ready for bed and then you can sleep, ok?

A sigh was heard, but Leo didn't complain, stepping out of the water with Micah's help. Rain followed suit, and the three boys dried off before making their way back to the bedroom, watching as Micah changed the sheets before laying together on the bed. Leo was in the middle once again, smushed between his boyfriend's naked bodies, Micah spooning him from behind while Rain hugged Leo's torso to his chest.

Leo could feel sleep creeping up on him, but before he could fall completely into unconsciousness, he heard Micah speak.

"Sleep well sweetheart, I'll see you in the morning." Micah yawned, tucking his nose into Leo's hair.

Leo let out a tired hum of acknowledgement, his eyes shut in bliss. "I will, goodnight. I love you."

Micah and Rain smiled affectionately, Rain pressing himself even further into Leo's skin as both boys said their "I love you's" back, and Leo finally allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness, lulled by the heartbeats of the people he loved most.

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maybege · 1 year ago

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How It All Started

Summary: Things between you and your roommate, Paz, escalate.

Pairing: roommate!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Free Use Arrangement AU, Roommate AU, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, (un)requited pining, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, Paz is an idiot in love (they both are), little bit of jealous Paz

Hello hello, my loves, and welcome to the start of a brand new series! This will be a drabble series with no strung-together plot but just the opportunity to dabble in this universe whenever I feel like it. We get to explore some different kinks and all the goodness and fluff of a Paz romance. If you are liking the idea of roommate!Paz paired with a Free Use AU, I can guarantee that you will absolutely fall in love with The Roommate Agreement by @bitchin-beskar. As always also a shoutout to @mostly-megan who lets me brainstorm literally months before I put anything on the page.

Without further ado, I present to you the introductory part of The Adventures of Apartment 23C. Please let me know what you think in a reblog or a comment!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

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Paz never saw himself as a dom.

Yeah, sure, he liked to be in charge in the bedroom and in previous relationships he’d never been shy to venture into a kinkier direction but overall, he wouldn’t call himself a dom. Hell, he didn’t even know what half of the stuff meant that some of his more adventurous friends threw around. No, for all intents and purposes, Paz would put himself in the category “normal” – whatever that was supposed to mean.

But one Thursday night, he found himself googling “free use meaning” and realized that if he were to tell Boba about what he might’ve gotten himself into, even his most experienced friend would be impressed. So, how had it come this?

It was all your fault, really. Well, kind of.

Maybe not at all.

You had been his roommate for a little over two years now.

Stars, he liked the way your body moved, liked the dips and the curves and your smile and how your eyes shone when you smiled and how you were such a tease because you trusted him. When he first met you, his first impression had been that you were a little … stuck-up, maybe, reserved certainly. And to be honest, you still weren’t super open and outgoing even around your friends.

But you were with him.

You flashed him your panties, called out his big dick energy (not without a nervous stutter, though, which made him grin every time), asked him for advice on dates and complained. Really, it was like any normal friendship. Only that he wanted to fuck you. And when you flashed him your panties one time too many, he was sure you wanted him to fuck you too.

Which he did.

It was more of an accident, really.

It was 3 pm on a Sunday evening, everything was nice and quiet and he was watching a football game when you came out of your room. You were wearing a little silk robe. One, that Paz feverishly tried not to gawk at and instead pretended to have his eyes on the game.

“I need your opinion on something,” you announced shyly, leaning against the doorframe, “As a man.”

Man opinion, he scoffed internally, already feeling his cock twitch because he knew you were about to show him something that would haunt him in his dreams. But he nodded anyway because he was a lovesick idiot who would do anything to just get a glimpse of your bare skin.

And so, you revealed the most delicate baby pink lingerie set made out of lace. His throat got uncomfortably dry and he couldn’t even focus on the point his team made because you were turning around, popping out your ass, posing for him and stars he wanted to feel the weight of your tits in his palms.

“What about it?” He asked gruffly, trying so hard not to sound as jealous as he was.

“Do you think Dreks will like it?” you asked and he hated how genuinely insecure you sounded.

Dreks was the ultimate asshole, of that he was sure. He’d only met the guy once when he had come to pick you up for a date (35 minutes late, which meant that Paz had seen you pacing and worrying for 35 minutes and it broke his heart) and if he’d never had to see him again it’d still be too many encounters.

Dreks was someone you had worked with briefly, a kind of department hopper in your company, someone who thought himself to be more important than he was and who, in turn, was quick to treat people who did not deserve it like absolute trash. Paz had no idea what you found so interesting about your colleague that it deserved a third date.

But before he could rein himself in, the words were already out of his mouth. “You’re not wearing that,” he said, matter-of-factly. He wanted to chide himself immediately because who was he to decide what you wore? Who was he to decide who you dated?

But there was something in your eyes and the way your shoulders relaxed that kind of gave him the impression that maybe … maybe you liked that.

“Oh?” you went quiet, your fingers toying with the thin strap of your bra and Paz allowed himself to really look at you. The lace of the bra was so delicate you might as well have worn nothing and his cock twitched when he realised he could see your nipples through the fabric. He could see so much and yet so little and his mind immediately imagined what it would feel like to run his thick fingers under the cups of the brad, teasing your nipples until you would beg him to take it off and –

“Don’t you want me to wear pretty things?”

He groaned, your sweet voice like heaven in his ears and stars did you even know what you were saying? Did you know what that did to him?

And then you took a few steps closer and his legs opened and you stepped in between and stars, you were so fucking close and he was so hard. When your knee brushed against the inside of his thigh, he could feel his cock twitch.

“Yeah,” he said, reaching out his hand and putting it on your hip, “But only for me.”

He couldn’t really remember what happened then. Only that, minutes later, you were folded underneath him, writhing as he pushed his cock inside you.

“Paz,” you sighed dreamily and he swore he fell in love with the sight of your pussy stretching around his girth, “Paz, you’re so big.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothed you, “just relax for me, yeah?”

You nodded eagerly, head tilted back as the sun fell over your face and he, for all intents and purposes, fucked you into the couch. He was still half dressed, his shirt thrown over the couch and his jeans barely pulled down to his hips. Your panties were still hanging on your ankles and he had not managed to get you out of that bra. Though he did not mind because you still looked like a dream come true.

You felt like a dream too, your walls hot and wet and clenching so tight around him. And then there was the way, you melted into him, you listened to him. Everything he said, you did. You were pliant and eager and so lovely and when he teased you about coming inside “that pretty little pussy”, you actually came right on his cock, overwhelmed tears streaming down your face as you begged him to “please do it, Paz, please please please”.

He came harder than ever before, his cock pumping you full and it satisfied something deep inside him to see the way his come leaked down your thighs and how you opened your mouth for him when he scooped your combined release up, dropping it onto your tongue.

The “good girl” that slipped from his tongue just felt like natural progress, then.

After a few (excruciating) days of not talking to you, Paz realized that as much as he had avoided you, you had avoided him. But hearing your muffled cries, there was no more time to be a coward.

“Are you okay?” he asked, feeling a little awkward standing in your doorway. But he also could not not talk to you. You were one of the most important people in his life, literally, a person he shared his life with.

“It’s over between me and Dreks,” you sobbed while hugging a pillow to your chest, “Th-That asshole better never show his face again.”

His heart felt a little lighter, knowing that Dreks was officially out of the picture. Though a much bigger part of him was furious at the man for leaving you in such a state.

“Oh,” he shifted on his feet, “Do, uh, do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “I just feel so humiliated and – and stupid and he – I – “

Paz sat down on your bed, knowing you well enough to know that you wanted to talk about it. He sat down, his hands fishing the pillow from your grasp and pulling you into his arms. He could immediately feel you relax, your face nuzzling into his chest.

“I found something was missing in … in our relationship,” you revealed and he hummed, “And when he mentioned becoming exclusive, I asked him if he’d be willing to, uh, indulge me, he laughed at me.”

Paz could not shake the feeling that that missing piece was something rather intimate which already had him panicked thinking of how to steer the conversation in a more appropriate direction. Stars knew if he thought too long about you in any intimate setting he’d get hard as a rock.

Especially now that he knew what you felt like, that he knew what you sounded like, that he knew how pliant you were for him. But then he heard the pain in your voice, how beaten down you felt and he knew there was only one solution.

“I’m gonna beat that son of a bitch to a pulp,” he muttered and stood up. Dreks had always been on thin ice anyway but upsetting you was the last straw. That meagre man would live his last moments in fear, regretting every time he had treated you with disrespect.

“No, please,” your hands wrapped around his bicep and pulled him back down. And he let himself be pulled because it was you. And there was nothing he would not do for you. You were much closer now, still sniffling a little and he became highly aware of how you were only wearing a large t-shirt, your bare legs tangled around his.

“How dare he treat you like that?” he demanded gruffly, “Not liking something is one thing but, uh, shaming you for something you’d like? That’s just an asshole move.”

You nodded eagerly. “It is,” you agreed quietly, splaying your fingers until your fingertips brushed over his jaw, “It just went to show what I was too scared to admit to myself.”

Paz hummed, relishing in your touch. He angled himself towards you, heart skipping a beat in what suspiciously felt like …. hope. “And that is?”

“That we weren’t all that compatible all along,” you whispered, “I have, uh, I have needs and I deserve someone who, uh, who fulfils them.”

“Needs, hm?” he teased you, running his nose along your exposed throat and hearing your breath shudder did things go him, “that wouldn’t have anything to do with what happened in the living room the other night?”

“Maybe a little,” you breathed, your hand wandering up to the back of his neck and you tilted your head, offering yourself to him and stars how did he get so lucky?

“Have you, um, have you ever heard of free use?” you asked him shyly, gasping when he planted a slow kiss on your neck.

He shook his head, still nipping at your skin.

When you did not say anything more, he pulled away.

“Well, it’s, uh,” you took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze and instead looking at the far-right corner of the ceiling, “it’s something that really interests me. And … if you’re amenable, I’d like to try that. With you.”

He still didn’t say anything.

“You know, like a friends-with-benefits kind of thing?”

“Hm.”

He knew he should probably say more and he did want to assure you that he wanted to do that. With you. Hell, yes.

But for some reason, all he could do was stare and awe at your courage, at your confidence, at how you were sitting there in your lounge outfit and still looked like the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Stars, he really wanted to make you come again.

“Let me,” he cleared his throat, sitting up and spreading his legs which was not something he was aware of until he saw your eyes drift to his crotch and there it was again – that cocky continence that popped up whenever he saw you a little flustered. “Let me do some research, sweetheart, and we will talk about it some more, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled shyly, untangling yourself from him though he still followed you like a puppy when you pulled him to the kitchen, “Dinner?”

And that was how he found himself in front of his laptop, reading some explanatory article on free use and getting hard as a rock at the idea that you wanted that with him. But if there was one thing he knew it was that he would make you come several times a day if he only got the chance.

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader #smut #roommate!paz vibes

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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Explicit (Chapter 3 is M rated, though) Words: 6.3K~ Summary: A uniquely charged encounter in Rose’s Room forces Steven to contend with matters of attraction and desire he never could have predicted for himself. To what extreme is he willing to journey in fulfilling these burgeoning fantasies? And in what ways will such an experience forever transform him? (One thing’s for sure, though… once Connie’s brought into the loop, the most intimate dynamics of their marriage will never be the same.)

Here we go! All of my pre-written stuff for this story is now live.

This update is a Steven and Connie centric debrief chapter to bridge between the last one and what I have planned for the next. My GOD, can one conversation last for a long time, ahah. The two just didn't want to stop chattering XD

Be aware, this fic is primarily Stevencest in nature. It’s also about Connverse, and was born out of my desire to (ultimately) have Steven’s components and Connie work out some of their past traumas within the context of the bedroom… but the bottom line is, if you’re not open to the base concept of Steven’s components developing romantic feelings for each other, then this probably ain’t for you.

Due to this story’s explicit nature, I will not be crossposting the entire thing as I do with my other fics- please follow the link to AO3 if you’re interested in checking it out. I have also listed all of the additional tags under the cut for convenience so you can make an informed decision before you click through or not. These tags cover what the pre-written chapters 1-3 will be about.

Enjoy!

Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Character Study, Trauma, Light Angst, Language, Rose’s Room, Selfcest, Explicit Sexual Content, Uncircumcised Penis, Masturbation, Corruption scars, Porn with Feelings, Blow Jobs, Alien genitalia, Oral Sex, A whole lotta headcanons about how Steven operates as a strange hybrid fusion, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

#su #su future #steven universe #pink steven universe #connie maheswaran #stevencest #steven/connie #su fanfic #my writing stuff

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madanimalscientist · 8 months ago

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In Your Heart, I See the Start of Every Night and Every Day (Chapters 1 &2)

Charlie x Vaggie - Soulmate/Soulmark AU:

Angels don't have soulmates - they know exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture.

In which Vaggie Falls, in more than one sense of the word, and Charlie is there to catch her.

Chapter 1 is kind of short so combining chapters 1 and 2 into a single post. Much thanks to the folks at the VoxVal HQ Discord and to @coppercrow for listening to me brainstorm/encouraging me. Crossposted to Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54737719

Chapter 1: Let Us Walk on Stained Glass

“Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven…” Lute’s words echoed in her ears as she scrambled down the alley, staggering, unbalanced and in massive pain, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide until this was all over. At least she wasn’t bleeding - the wounds from Lute’s sword had cauterized immediately, leaving the alley and her armor splattered with golden blood. Her underlayer was clean, and she’d stripped out of her armor, shoving it behind the bags of trash that littered the alley. If she could just hide herself somewhere, maybe she could blend in enough to escape notice until she figured out what the Hell (literally) was going on.

Using her spear as a crutch, Vaggie leaned against a dumpster, briefly catching her breath, as her arm writhed with a strange sensation. It wasn’t the sharp pain of her eye or back, but a creeping, tingling feeling under her skin. She looked down, eye widening in horror as she saw the black markings coiling along her upper arm, spreading out across her shoulder.

“No, no no no, no no no, not this….” she whimpered. She knew what this was - a soulmark. In humans they were a good thing, a gift after the Fall to remind them of their divine purpose and bring them closer to the Great Plan. Humans needed reminders of how they had deviated from the Path of Righteousness and soulmarks were meant to guide you back to those who would help you attain it, but ultimately they were a symbol of humanity’s distance from the Divine Plan. For angels who had been created out of the stuff of Heaven itself, soulmarks were unnecessary - they knew exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture.

She dragged herself further along the alley, slumping against a dumpster as she felt the tingling spread up her collarbone to her throat. The marks barely hurt, especially in comparison to her other wounds, but to Vaggie they might as well have been a searing brand. She was well and truly Fallen now, wasn’t she? When Lucifer and his host Fell, they were marked with symbols of the rings of Hell they were bound to for all eternity, a permanent symbol of their deviation from what had been Divinely Ordained. She didn’t want this! She hadn’t wanted to disobey, all she had done was hesitate. To question, to stop and think, to show mercy. Was that really such a bad enough sin to leave her marked and marred? To cast her from Heaven forever?

She collapsed against the dumpster, her spear skittering underneath it as she fell over, the shock and injury catching up with her. She knew she was a sitting duck like this, but she couldn’t keep going, she was too exhausted. And if she was Fallen now….well, whatever happened, she was going to get what she deserved.

Chapter 2: And What was Just a World is a Star

Charlie picked her way through the wreckage and debris of Pentagram City. The city’s elite had weathered the Extermination in their reinforced bunkers, but most weren’t so lucky. The property damage and carnage caused by the Exterminators had left many Sinners injured or worse, and just because Extermination Day was over didn’t mean danger had passed, far from it, unfortunately. The first few hours were usually quiet enough as people assessed what all had been damaged and lost, but soon enough the turf wars and territory squabbles would start up again. If she wanted to have the best chance of helping survivors without getting caught in the crossfire, this was it.

Already people were barricading their own areas, and she conjured some extra hammers and sandbags for a group of demons who were trying to reinforce a damaged storefront. Everywhere there were bloodstains and bodies, wreckage and ruin. She helped where she could, where it was welcome - lifting heavy objects here, conjured water and first aid supplies there. About half of those she encountered told her to fuck off and leave them alone, but that wasn’t unexpected, though it was, as always, disheartening.

Further towards the city center, she found that her favorite bookshop was still standing, but had lost half of its staff when a group of Exterminators had gotten inside. She expressed her condolences to the proprietor, who readily accepted her help in repairing the damage, but even as she used her magic to help mop away the bloodstains, it felt like so little in comparison to what she wanted to do. What was the use of being Princess of Hell if she couldn’t protect her people?

In the past she’d argued that they should do something to stop the Exterminations, that they should be fighting back. She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see his own people as worth fighting for. She spent weeks researching and diagramming and had drawn up a full-on battle plan as to how all the forces of Hell could be combined across the rings to protect the Sinners from the annual purge, only to have her parents firmly explain that this simply wasn’t possible. Getting the Extermination limited to just the Sinners had been difficult enough to negotiate, and any overt move against Heaven could see them plunged into all-out war.

“The Hellborn are protected from Extermination because of the treaty we signed,” her father had said. “That specifically includes you.There are millions of Sinners, but I have only one daughter! I am not taking the risk that some overzealous nutjob can’t tell the difference between you and an acceptable target and tries it anyway. I can’t lose you! ” The sheer anguish on his face had stopped her in her tracks. They didn’t argue often, but that one had stuck with her.

She’d dropped the subject, but for a while after it had felt like she couldn’t have a moment to herself, always being watched by her tutors or servants, as if they were waiting for her to run off and declare war on Heaven in a fit of rebellion. As if wanting to save her people was a phase she would grow out of rather than a matter of doing what was right. Things had gotten even more tense and awkward for a while, with lots of uncomfortable silences at meals and lots of Charlie screaming into her pillow when she was alone. She understood their fears, or at least their unwillingness to take overt action, but why couldn’t she at least do something ? Over time, the tenseness and distance got worse, and she was left feeling like neither of her parents understood her....like they didn't want to even try.

Eventually, they’d made a Deal: if she really wanted to move out of the Palace and have her own space, she could live in the family’s old mansion on the outskirts of Pentagram City. But she would not be able to leave the mansion on Extermination Day. She’d rankled at it, but he’d held firm. Once Extermination Day was over she could do as she wished, as long as it didn’t violate the treaty with Heaven, and for the other 364 days of the year she was welcome to try any outreach efforts she wanted. Recognizing it as the best deal she was likely to get, she’d agreed, but some part of her was still disappointed she wasn’t able to do more. Instead, she had focused her efforts on really trying to get to know her subjects, now that she was living a lot closer to their main city.

It had…..not gone as well as expected, honestly. A friendly smile and a can-do attitude got you a lot of places but winning over hearts and minds in Hell was not one of them. A lot of Sinners had blown her off from the get go. But she hadn’t let that stop her, and she kept trying. It had only been a few years but she’d made some headway already, there were a few shops and places in town where she’d become a regular visitor, and had even gotten to know some new people. People that weren’t her former classmates from Hell School or the stuffy Goetia courtiers that ran Hell’s bureaucracy, even! And her post-Extermination Day first aid and cleanup missions had been helping, she was sure of it.

Passing by the opening of an alley, she saw a woman slumped against a dumpster. She stopped dead in her tracks. Oh no, this wouldn’t do at all…someone by herself all out in the open like this and injured…the Exterminators may be gone but she would be easy pickings for any scavengers that came by. Especially this close to Cannibal Town... If Charlie could move her to a safer location….yes, that would be good! She could help this nice lady find her way home and then still get back in time before the heavy artillery fire got going.

Close up, she could see that the woman was a grey-skinned Sinner with short fluffy white hair, clad in a white and grey dress over black leggings. Her soulmark, larger than most, appeared to be some sort of musical notation, oh how cute! Of course the more pressing issue was the woman’s eye, which was clearly badly injured. Good thing she had been passing by, the Sinner clearly needed medical attention right away. With an injury like that, no wonder she had passed out, and who knows how long she had been lying there. Yes, she could help patch her up and get her to safety, and there would be one less Sinner in danger. It wasn’t much, what she did could never be enough, but it was something at least. She carefully moved closer, and as she did, the woman’s other eye opened, revealing a red sclera with a pale gold iris.

“Excuse me, miss? Hi, sorry, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” She asked, leaning in towards the woman, her voice full of concern.

“Mmmmh?” The woman looked up at her blearlily, still slumped boneless against the dumpster.

Right! Always best to ask before rendering medical attention but needs must. “Hi, I’m Charlie, I’m here to help you, okay? You’ve been badly injured. Just sit right there, and I’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy!” She knelt in front of the woman, pulling out some gauze from her pocket. “Let’s get your eye seen to…”

She moved to start bandaging the woman’s face, feeling a prickle of static electricity in the air as she got closer. She briefly wondered if a storm was coming in, resolving to get them both under cover as soon as possible just in case, and reached towards her face.

Time seemed to slow as she touched the other woman’s skin, the slightest touch of fingers against cheek sending an electric shock between the both of them. It was like touching a live wire. No, it was like being the wire. No, it was like being the storm itself, electric and euphoric all at once. It was so intense it felt like it should have hurt, but it didn’t hurt at all! It felt amazing, like she was touching Creation itself, like whatever this was, it was Exactly Right.

She came back to herself, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her fingers were still gently touching the other woman’s cheek, but they were sitting in a small crater, the alleyway around them having been reduced to rubble from what had just happened.

She felt herself blushing as they both stared at each other in wide-eyed shock.

“Ooooooh my gosh!”

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More to come, probably after Easter - anticipating about 6 chapters all told probably? Will feature Lucifer in flashbacks in future chapters, and some Ozzie/Fizz in later chapters as well.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #vaggie #charlie x vaggie #my fanfic #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie has so much religious trauma #in which I get very metaphysical about the nature of soulmarks

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obsessedtomone · 9 months ago

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 11 - History Lesson▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤You couldn’t help but notice the silence between his replies getting longer and longer, with each time you reached out for him.

“Yeah,” he finally replied with a rough childish voice, offering you a tired but reassuring smile as he willed his drowsiness away. He was barely able to keep his eyes open anymore, getting harder and harder to stay awake for more than mere moments.

And he was becoming so, so cold.◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Past Child Abuse, Bullying, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Eleven • Twelve

Chapter 11 - History Lesson

It’s cold, and dark.

Why is it so cold?

You stood up on shaky legs.

“***, are you awake yet?” Your voice was small and unsure, pointed at your older brother who sat beside you.

There was a pause.

You couldn’t help but notice the silence between his replies getting longer and longer, with each time you reached out for him.

And he was becoming so, so cold.

“‘m hungry!” you stated plainly with a furrowed brow, looking down at your cold bare feet that were turning into the colors of your fingerpainted drawings, then back to your brother.

You weren’t old enough to be able to tell the passage of time very well yet, but it felt like an eternity had passed since you’ve last had something to munch on.

“Did you take a look in the fridge? Checked the drawers too?” His frail voice cracked when he spoke. Your brows pinch down even further and he can tell you’re seconds away from blowing up.

“I’m not an idiot! ‘Course I did!” you exclaimed, stomping your foot against the old, creaky floorboard.

He chuckled at that. “Can you check again? For me?”

His little body shivered against the cold, rusty metal and he felt like he’s losing strength again, together with his consciousness. That probably marked the third time today, a bone-deep chill settling in his weak body.

It worried him because he felt it coming. And that meant you’d be left all alone. He couldn’t bear to leave you alone. Your brother prayed and prayed for Mother to come back home. To come back before the forever sleep can take you away too.

“What’s wrong?” You unfortunately noticed his slight shift in demeanor, his faltering smile and your eyes immediately teared up as you were now kneeling before your brother.

Once again, for probably the millionth time, you tried your best to pull against the metal chains, a grunt escaping you.

They rattled and they rattled, but it was no use. You were too weak. You were just a child.

Several tools—random things you found around the house—were scattered on the floor, uselessly occupying the space around you after you had tried—and ultimately failed—to cut and break the cruel metal chains. Scissors, knives, anything sharp or heavy, but as your brother predicted every time, it would be to no avail.

You were just a child.

“Stop it,” he warned you again. “You’ll waste all of your energy. Don’t be stupid, you have to save it up until Mother comes back.”

Your brother was aware he was quickly burning through his own, but he had to calm you down fast, before you had another meltdown. He didn’t want to let you go down with him.

It was already too late though, he smiled inwardly. You already set off.

“I hate this, I hate this, I HATE THIS!” You were screaming at the top of your little lungs and rattled the chains further, pulling at them with all your might, wishing they would disintegrate from your touch or that somehow they’d magically disappear like you’ve seen things do in magic shows.

When Mother allowed you to watch TV.

You used your foot against the radiator for leverage, your tears welling up again, threatening to spill at your pathetic effort.

The chain bit into his skin and he winced. You didn’t want to hurt him, so you cease your violent tantrum immediately, your small figure crumpling to the ground and your little hands helplessly clutching at your brother’s shirt.

It was no use, he could barely even feel his arms and legs anymore. His hands were cold and blue. You wouldn’t be able to save him and there was no way he’d be lucky enough for medical intervention. Your Mother wouldn’t think of it in time in the state she’ll arrive home, and you were too young to know what that even meant.

“Hey, hey. Shh. It’s okay. Mother will be home soon. Bet she’ll bring us those yummy sandwiches you like,” he cood, wishing he could hold you back. To pet your head one more time.

It was too late for reassurance, you were breaking down and sobbing. You wanted to play ball with him. You wanted to go outside and collect snails after the rain.

You wanted to hammer nails into the eyes of your Mother’s boyfriend for doing this to you.

“We’ll—” His head dropped again. Why was it so damn hard to stay awake for you? He wasn’t allowed to fall asleep again, he knows he can’t. You needed him right now.

Your eyes lifted up to his, full of hurt but patiently waiting for him to speak.

“B-Bet we’ll even get to make an omelet today,” your brother finally coughed out.

And they finally lit up for him.

“Om-let?!” You smiled, wide and childish. The goofy smile he should’ve cherished more often.

“Y-Yeah. We’ll sneak out and then go play with the neighbors again after our parents fall asleep,” he said weakly.

You sniffled, having somewhat calmed down at the sound of your brother’s voice, wiping your snotty nose on his shirt and then locking him into a tight embrace. It was hard to hug him with all the stupid chains in the way.

Your Mother has often left the two of you on your own before, but she's never taken this long to get back. Has it been four days already? It was getting hard to count when he was unconscious more often than he was not.

Your brother felt cold at the touch and you saw how he leaned into your embrace.

“So be a good girl and go look for food again, okay?” he mumbled.

Closing his eyes, he was thinking about how lucky he was to have met you despite the circumstances, and how sad he was for bringing you down with him because of his stupid piece-of-shit excuse of a dad.

“Okay…” you finally agreed, reluctant to leave him alone like this. You got up, wobbling on your feet again until you put a hand on the rusty radiator and stabilized yourself. “I’m so freaking dizzy.”

He huffed a quiet giggle and a ‘be careful, don’t fall’ before passing out again, making you scoff. You were a big girl now, of course you wouldn’t fall!

You carefully made your way back into the kitchen while your legs threatened to give in. Over time, the hunger in your belly was reduced to a dull manageable ache, but the dizziness still got in the way of you being able to coordinate your movements.

Opening cabinets, you dreamed of finding delicious candy, the ones that felt funny in your mouth. Or some of the chocolate spread. Mother would sometimes buy the expensive jars, usually after a big fight at home.

You hated when your family fought. You liked watching ‘Ghibi’ movies with your brother and your Mother instead. On Sundays, when your mom’s stupid boyfriend would be asleep for a very long time.

Your favorite character was Chihiro.

You often dreamt you were Chihiro, taking your big brother and Mother far away. You always wished his dad would turn into one of the pigs and then of course, you’d never bring him back to the real world.

But that would make Mother sad. You hated when she was sad. She didn’t hug you and she would leave home for a very long time when she was. Leave you both. Alone with him.

And you really, really, really HATED him!

In the far end corner of the top shelf, you spotted some packaging that you haven’t seen before. It was bread.

Bingo!

You had used the bar stool to get on the counters, your tiny legs unable to reach up otherwise. The problem was that you also possessed tiny arms, meaning you couldn’t really reach the bread in the back on your own.

Looking around, you quickly find a ladle and use it to get to the bread. Your brain fills up with imagery of your proud brother making you giddy and you couldn’t freaking wait to show him what you found. The ladle finally catches despite your shaky grip, and you pull the bread bag towards you. It slides and falls off the shelf.

‘Five seconds rule!’ you chanted in your head, as you hurried to get off the counter without breaking your little bones.

The bag was already sitting open when you found it, with most of the bread either dry or moldy, but you didn’t care, grabbing whatever was left and stuffing it into your mouth. You were starving.

It took you a while, but you eventually remembered that your brother had an empty tummy too, so you quickly paced towards the living room, tripping and falling face first onto the ground.

“Ouch,” you grunted, rubbing your forehead.

The room was now spinning and it was annoying the heck out of you.

Getting back up, you collected the lost slices and closed the distance between you and your sleeping brother.

“Hey, ***!” You grinned. “Look! Look! I found something!” you say triumphantly, expecting him to open his eyes and smile at you like he always did, giggling in anticipation and ignoring the splitting headache. “Wake up, or I’ll freaking eat it ALL by myself!”

He didn’t open his eyes.

Usually, he’d always wake up when you called for him. Even during his really long naps.

You placed the bag down and shook him.

“***?”

You shook him again.

“It’s the stupid, patchy, green bread!” you exclaimed, placing your hands on his incredibly cold face. “The yucky one! The one that you said will give us superpowers if we eat it! Don’t you want to eat it too?!” you huff annoyedly, pinching one of his cheeks hard. “Wake. UP! I swear, I’ll eat it all by myself! I’ll fly away without you!”

He wouldn't wake up, no matter how many times you called for him.

You eventually gathered more blankets to warm him up.

You sat down and placed your head against his shoulder hoping he’d wake soon.

You kept a few slices just for him. He’d be so proud.

You waited patiently.

You waited.

But he didn’t wake up again.

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The bed creaks and you sit up in a panic.

Gasping for air, you look around the room, trying to figure out where you are.

You’re home. You’re fine. You’re safe.

Amidst your panic attack, you reach for your anti-anxiety pills, taking three whole pills all at once and you slump to the ground, pulling your knees to your chest and trying to even your breaths out.

Breathe in.

Hold.

Breathe out.

It barely does anything to help your racing heart, but you held onto this routine for as long as you can remember. It’s been a while since you had a nightmare about your childhood, but you’ve always had a feeling that they’d never really go away. You’ll never really be able to piece everything back together.

You’ll never be normal.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass, with you cradling yourself until you eventually calm down enough to get up, grab your phone, play your favourite suicidal playlist and get to work.

It’s Saturday and it’s time to get ready for the party.

The doorbell to your apartment rings and you open it dressed in nothing but a wrapped towel around your body.

Taylor whistles making you roll your eyes.

“God, babe, what if I was your neighbor?”

“Quiet. I’ve caught you answering the door for the delivery boy in less,” you hiss back at them and walk away from the doorway.

“Yeah, but I’m always down for a piece of ass. Are you?” they counter and you could just tell without looking that they probably wiggled their eyebrows at you when they said that.

“Fuck off. Did you bring the stuff?”

They nod, placing a whole ass bottle of expensive—probably swiped from one of their richer ‘friends’—tequila on your counter.

“Please, who do you take me for?” Taylor flicks their wrist dismissively.

It’s tradition to do a few shots before the party. It helps you take the edge off, but that’s not what you meant.

“No, you dumb bitch. The make-up, the piercings, etcetera.” You grab their bag before they can even answer and begin your own treasure search.

“Girl, chill your fucking tits. Everything’s here.” They snatch it from you and start lining up the items, “–minus maybe that one cute choker you wanted to wear, sorry!” Your friend winces, glancing at you.

You just huff and pick what you need, making your way to the bathroom where the full-length mirror is standing.

“Don’t gotta be a bitch about it, y’know?” they shout after you. “Could always buy your own shiiiit, miss honors student!”

But you’re not listening to their jabs anymore, laser focused on your mental task list before you two run out of time for the evening.

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Despite Taylor’s greatest efforts to get you to move a single fucking inch from the entrance of the front yard, your feet are deeply rooted into the ground, right outside the loud booming house party.

Scratch that. It’s not a house party, it’s a mansion party. You’ve never been to a fucking mansion party, and this one straight-up looks like a movie set. Apparently the host invited a good chunk of the rich kids from your college, which in turns means you’re literally only able to get in because of fucking Taylor. Elitist fucking assholes.

You made it this far, you think to yourself, but somehow the idea of big crowds made up entirely of snobby idiots and skin to skin contact is heavily turning you off right now.

Taking another deep breath, you say ‘fuck it’ and begin what feels like a long trek to the doorstep.

“Das my giiirl!” Taylor beams as they walk past you, dragging you with them, the both of you making your way inside.

“Who’s party is this anyway?”

“You’re asking me this now?” they tease, texting what you think is their friends group, letting them know that you’ve arrived. “It’s Keigo’s, dummy.”

“What?!” you yell while they ring the doorbell. You should have fucking asked earlier, but how could Taylor do this to you?! “No fucking way you brought me to his house, dude. You fucking know I can’t stand—”

“Yes, yes, I knoooow! But we’re already here, look!”

Some dude opens the door, grinning widely when his eyes land on Taylor. He greets them with a hug. Then he sees you, and his smile falls into a more forced one, nodding for both of you to go inside. You roll your eyes as you walk past him, a wave of overwhelming sensations hitting you.

It’s loud, warm and stuffy. There’s way too many people and the hot air smells like weed, sex and sweat. Your foot immediately steps against something sticky, making you grimace. The music completely replaces your heartbeat and you are unable to tell if you’re even breathing anymore.

In short: you wanna go home.

“It’s ‘kay babe, don’t take it to heart. He wishes I’d tap that ass, but even I have standards,” they say close to your ear, thinking you’re still worried about the looks you got earlier. ”And you look gorgeous as fuuuck! Don’t overthink it, okay?”

A smile begins to form on your lips, but the two of you are interrupted by a shrill voice that cuts through the loudness of the bass.

“Oh myyy gooood—!” You see someone frantically waving your friend over. “Tay, baaaaaaaaaabe!”

The person dashes into your friend and tackles them into a hug. You then see the rest of their friend group quickly circling around Taylor drawn like moths to a flame. They’re slowly closing you out until suddenly—you’re all alone.

It doesn’t really bother you, though. Your friend used to try and get you to mingle with the group, but eventually gave up by the third attempt, realizing you weren’t joking about not being interested in getting to know anyone. Taylor doesn’t mention it, but you’ve heard their fake-ass friends call you a stuck-up bitch and teacher’s pet whenever your friend was away.

It’s okay, it is what you wanted to happen after all, so you make your way to the free drinks and pour yourself a big cup of craft beer. You don’t want to get very drunk tonight, that’s why you start with something easy.

Now to find a relatively quiet place and play your stupid little phone games until it’s time to haul your idiot friend back home.

Honestly, you wonder why you ever agree to join your best friend on these little overstimulating adventures, because by the end of the night you might have spent a total of twenty minutes with each other, voice straining and shouting over loud music, eventually ending up having to deal with their drunk antics all the way home.

You wonder, but then the answer comes easy. It’s because they told you they feel good when you’re around, that they feel safe. So you keep saying yes.

Well, occasionally.

What you couldn’t believe however, is that you stupidly find yourself at a party hosted by none other than the golden-haired fuckboy you despised almost as much as some other rich asshole you had the pleasure of knowing.

*Only, the reason for your resentment is different this time around, while the nature of it isn’t. You might start really hating on the upper-class, and not in a quirky activist eat-the-rich way, but in the ‘all one percenters are disguised psychopaths’ kinda way.

Keigo has been your direct academic rival for the honorary student spot at your university for a while now, and the only reason you didn’t lose your scholarship to him, his rich family and his mountain of expensive tutors was sheer dumb luck.

It wasn’t for a lack of him trying, but despite the many generous donations the Takami family kept making, the faculty ended up ruling in your favor.

You were part of a special orphanage program, one where unfortunate kids with promising achievements were plucked from various high schools all over the country and given the opportunity to fight for a free scholarship at various universities, yours being part of that program.

In other words, a huge marketing ploy—and if they all operated the way NexTech does, it was a free money sink hole from the government.

The catch was that it wasn’t ever guaranteed you’d be able to reach their expectations, to win the scholarship, and that other students—such as Keigo and his bullshit rich family—could try to play dirty and snatch the scholarships awards for extra decoration on their perfect little resumes, if the faculty decided to let it happen. The program wasn’t closely regulated by the state, and it just so happens that the poor, poor students that were picked and paid for, failed miserably and lost their chances!

Oh, how could we have ever expected that!

You’re one of the two orphan kids at your college who actually managed to meet the program’s ridiculously high academic quota, to finally get your student loans paid for, but ended up becoming a dumb little poster girl in the process.

Over the years, you’d occasionally end up getting dragged into marketing campaigns and competitions to advertise—to lie—about the wonderful program that allowed you to be where you are today. Give the youth of tomorrow a promising speech about your tragic upbringing and how lucky you were for them to take you in, to allow you to become who you are now. That’s how you lured clueless, hopeful future students into years of endless debt. It’s a predatory system, one you didn’t want to lose to even if it meant selling your fucking soul in the process.

Being marginally useful to the university is what tipped the scholarship in your favor.

You worked pretty hard to remain useful to them, no matter how many times assholes like Keigo tried to fuck you over, and now here you stood, at his stupid fucking birthday party, pissed off that you didn’t turn around at the door and left the moment you’d found out.

By the time you finished that long train of thought, your ‘beer’ was empty.

You swirl the can in your hand, pondering what to do next and deciding you want something fruity this time. When you look around, you spot a fancy bar across the room, glowing lights under the rim and a hyperactive (probably overpaid) bartender animatedly conversing with everyone.

It’s a short trip and when you arrive, you get in line and order a drink.

While you wait, you notice how it is that people find this kind of thing fun. Everyone seems to be having the time of their lives, drunk or really fucking high, while you’re here, sulking in the fucking corners and praying you wouldn’t meet anyone who’d recognize you. The thought of coming face to face with some creep who saw your nudes makes you anxious.

You’re about to wish that was the case though, because you spot a group of obnoxious popular girls making their way to the bar.

If only the bartender hurried the fuck up and cut the drink decoration short, maybe skip the cute assorted straw and little umbrella this time, but it’s already too late when the clique of your nightmares is already queueing in line. You turn around, face away from them and pray to fucking god that they’re too busy or intoxicated to notice you standing there.

But why would anything ever go in your favor?

“Oh. My. God. You guys.” You hear one of them say—Uraraka, you think. How could you ever forget her annoying fucking voice. “It’s her!” she whisper-squeals to her friend, a mischievous grin plastered on her stupid fucking face. “We all went to high school together!” Uraraka-bitch adds, talking to some deep purple spiky hair dude and smacking his arm.

Maybe it’s because you got to know him earlier this week, but the purple spiky haired dude looks exactly like a… budget watered down version of Taylor’s fucktoy. Dabi. You blink lazily, mentally patting yourself on the back for the funny comparison, but are quickly forced back to reality by the grating sound of loud, condescending laughter.

“So?” he replies in an even, disinterested voice.

You check your phone and consider texting your friend before leaving, but hearing them talk shit about you, loud enough for half the party to hear, is beginning to awaken some really petty streak inside you.

“So, she was such a creepy psycho! Always wore the same shitty clothes and would constantly pick fights with us, it was scaryyy! I can’t believe she’s not in prison yet. Didn’t she get charged for something last time?!” They all giggle.

“Hey, slut! I know you can hear us. Quit eavesdropping and fuck off!” Toru shouts at you, prompting another wave of annoying giggles.

“Gosh, she always made passes at my ex when we were dating in highschool! She wouldn’t leave him alooooone! Little fucking attention whore,” Mina spits at you pointedly.

It’s hard for you to believe they still acted like this as adults.

The ‘ex’ was another asshole who’s never heard of a ‘no’ in his entire life and wouldn’t stop fucking harassing you ever since you entered sophomore year. You rejected him multiple times but somehow he still found a way to humiliate you, like the time he made you fall on the floor and then told everyone you wanted to blow him in front of the class. Then, one of these vapid bitches caught him groping your tits one day, and it was only bruises, blood and broken bones for the rest of your miserable highschool experience after that.

It seems they’re still stuck in highschool, but you’re now well in your twenties and while you might have grown out of fighting with idiots, you are three tequila shots and half a fruity vodka drink too deep to let this slide.

You roll your eyes, smile as if unbothered and look at the purple copycat from wish dead in the eyes. Mina is clutching his arm a little tighter when you do, because call it old habits but it means you aren’t about to keep taking it lying down.

“Hey, MCR-wannabe.” You point at him. “Yeah. You.” He frowns and you see the beginning of a swear forming on his lips, but before he can speak, you readily cut him off. “Be careful when you dick them down, okay? They like to take secret cock pics and post them online to rate them. Should check your girlfriend’s phone just to be sure.” He snaps his eyes to Mina, who first looks at her partner appalled, and then glares at you.

“And who’d fucking believe you, whore?” she spits, earning her a bunch of ‘yeah’s’.

You shrug.

“Show him your camera roll and we’ll talk.”

“Wanna have a go then, bitch?” Toru steps forward, puffing her chest.

You bark a laugh, reminiscing of all the times they threw your PE clothes in the dumpster, held you down so them and their guys could beat the shit out of you, splashed buckets of dirty mop water on your head, destroyed your belongings that you couldn’t afford to replace—all while the teachers turned a blind eye and pretended it was none of their business.

“What are you, twelve? Did you forget I broke two of your fucking fingers, or do you need me to jog your memory?” You snort, one hand swirling the liquid in your glass, feeling the adrenaline pumping hard through your veins.

Around second year, you’d grown tired of being their victim.

It wasn't like you couldn’t fight. There were plenty of… situations to learn from, growing up. The issue was that they always came in groups, holding you down, sometimes putting bags over your head to catch you off guard and fuck you up until you couldn’t breathe or walk anymore.

Once you finally gave up on your silly dreams of a normal life and your fear of landing in juvie again, you finally figured out a solution that didn’t involve killing yourself or killing them all.

One by one, you started picking them off, every single time you caught them by themselves, and fortunately for you, the teachers turned a blind eye and pretended it was none of their business. Every single time you found any of these assholes defenseless, you’d jump them and then you’d beat each other up until either of you was lying on the floor half unconscious.

At first they’d just pay you double, finding more assholes to join in and beat you up. Showing you they had each other—that you had no one. But they didn’t seem so confident anymore whenever they saw your deranged smile, right before they’d leave you in a puddle of your own tears, snot and blood. Because as long as they’d let you live, you’d always find ways to get to them over and over again, until they eventually became too paranoid to walk anywhere by themselves.

You glare at the girls in front of you and you’re convinced they remember too.

The time you were sent to the ER along with some bitch friend of theirs. She told her brother and his friends to do some nasty shit to you and you almost ended up breaking both of her legs for it.

When you came to, you were staring at a discolored hospital ceiling, feeling absolutely fucking pathetic at what you’ve become. If no one intervened that time, you probably would’ve killed her and left her lying on the pavement, spending the rest of your fucking life in correctional institutions. You know that, yet you can’t feel guilty.

That’s how you spent your entire senior year. As the weird psychotic orphan girl everyone avoided. It was a peaceful time after, except for the two cases of assault charges you caught, threatening to put you in juvie again and get you kicked out of the scholarship program you’d just enrolled in at the time.

They got dropped because you had heaps of proof. Pictures, videos, recordings, medical records, all showing that the assault went both ways, forcing the teachers to actually testify. That didn’t save you from a year of endless hours of community service, though.

“Like you could,” the bitch growls at you.

“Wanna fuck around and find out?”

A few people noticed the tension around the bar, creating a small commotion.

Uraraka is the first to try and diffuse the situation, now more concerned for her drunk friends getting hurt than wishing for your death. She grabs Toru by her arm and when she looks at her, Uraraka shakes her head.

“That’s what I thought.” You roll your eyes, turning on your heel and barely resisting the childish urge to splash your remaining colorful drink all over her stupid fucking face.

“Fucking bitch!” is the last thing you hear as you walk away from the bar with a really sour taste in your mouth.

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sallowapologist · 2 years ago

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Jealous Boy

(yes, inspired by the unreleased Lana song)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x trans!Reader (ftm)

Word Count: 3.6k+

Genre: Angst, Fluff, & Smut (the holy trinity).

TW’s: Minor TW for brief mentions of a guy being a bit of a creep towards you, nothing major though.

Notes: I took it personally that there was a lack of transmasc mc fics out there, so that’s how this came about. I impulsively wrote this at you don’t even want to KNOW what hour- but I am finally done and ready to post it. Idk why I always decide to write and publish fics in one sitting.

Goes without saying, but this is set in their seventh year when they’re both of age. The beginning of the fic also only really makes sense from the perspective of you being in Slytherin, but to be honest it doesn’t make any difference beyond the introduction- so other houses are encouraged to read too.

The reader’s POV is that of the MC of the game.

I'll also be crossposting this to my ao3 account (swarmofbears) if you guys wanted to show it some love over there- i’ll definitely be writing more seb fics soon. Enjoy!

Brief Description: A celebratory party for the Slytherin quidditch team goes sour for you when Sebastian lets his emotions get the better of him.

He seeks you out, wanting to give an apology- but he ends up giving you so much more...

ao3 version here:

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Slytherin had just won the first match of the year.

After much pestering from students and faculty, Professor Black had finally allowed quidditch to return to the school curriculum. The season had opened with a tense match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the ultimate rivals.

Sebastian had been stressing about it, often being his grumbly self whenever practice hadn’t gone to plan. It’d come as a surprise when he told you he was trying out for the team at the start of the year, but in line with all that happened in your fifth year, you figured he could use a distraction.

Plus, you certainly weren’t complaining about seeing him in his quidditch uniform in the slightest.

Subsequent to the victory, you and your fellow housemates paraded back to the Slytherin dorm to celebrate. Hasty banners were strewn across the hall and soft music was thumping in the background of the excited chatter.

You hadn’t really had a chance to congratulate Sebastian yet, him being swept up by the crowd sort of made it impossible to catch a moment with him. No matter, you assumed you’d find him at some point in the evening.

Eyes wandering the common room, you searched for either Ominis or Sebastian so you could make your way over to one of them. However, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. Spinning around on your heels, you expect to find one of your friends in front of you, but you’re met with an unfamiliar boy clad in the same green robes as Sebastian. He must be on the quidditch team too.

“Miles Grimaldi,” the boy says with a lopsided smirk as he wets his lips with his tongue, hand staying put on your shoulder.

You attempt to shrug off the hand with a wary smile, tentatively replying with your full name to fill the uncomfortable silence.

Obviously not getting the hint, the boy- or “Miles” as you now knew- leans forward until his lips are almost touching the shell of your ear. You flinch back, but he only leans closer as he whispers, “I saw you in the stands at the match...how’d you like to have some alone time with one of your star players?”.

You flush red at this, not because you’re flattered by any means, but the close proximity and suggestive tone was all too much. An unsure noise slips out your mouth, your voice cracking as you franticly glance left and right, looking for someone to help you out.

That’s when you meet eyes with Sebastian from across the common room. Your eyes widen, attempting to signal for help. He must be too far away to pick up on your desperation, because all you’re met with is a look of...well you honestly have no idea how else to describe it but as pure...venom? That can’t be right. Surely he could see how fucking uncomfortable you were right now.

Sebastian shoots a glare in your direction, before downing the drink in his hand and stalking off into the crowd.

God he was a fucking idiot.

Realizing you’d have to deal with this sleezeball yourself, you flick your head back towards Miles.

“I’m sorry I-” You begin, before a familiar voice cuts you off.

“I think he’s aright, thank you.”

Thank Merlin. It was Ominis.

Miles turns around, seemingly ready to start a fight with whoever just interrupted him. However, the moment he realises who’s stood behind him, he nods his head- muttering out what could be an apology before disappearing into the crowd.

“Ominis- Thank Merlin you arrived, that guy was-”

“A total sleeze? Perks of being blind I guess, nobody seems to want to pick a fight with you.”

You chuckle at his comment, Ominis always had a way of making you laugh- whether it was intentional or not.

“Yeah, well, I‘m glad someone came to my rescue. Sebastian didn’t seem so keen,” you wryly comment.

Ominis frowns at this, sensing your dejected tone.

“How strange...Well, would you like to sit down together? I’m finding this crowd a bit of a challenge to navigate.”

There it was again, that dry sense of humor that always drew a chuckle out of you. You nod your head yes, before remembering that he can’t see you.

“Of course, here- I'll lead you.”

Ominis nods his head in thanks, taking your hand as you lead him to the luckily unoccupied couch, sitting on opposite ends.

As you open your mouth to ask Ominis what he’d gotten up to during the match (seeing as he couldn’t exactly watch it), your voice dies in your throat as something catches your eye.

A couple meters from you, you see Sebastian. He’s leaning against one of the stone walls of the room, arm resting above the head of some Slytherin girl. You don’t know her name, and you’re pretty certain neither did Sebastian- but apparently it didn’t matter. He’s leaning towards her, a smirk etched on his face as she giggles and shyly tucks a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

Your heart drops. A thick feeling builds in your throat as you feel a wetness building in your waterline- you barely register Ominis calling your name as he notices your uncharacteristic silence. You attempt to steady your breathing, but you just can’t draw your eyes away.

As if he can sense your eyes burning into the side of his face, Sebastian looks directly at you with a look of...triumph. It’s that same look he gets whenever he beats you at a duel during one of the countless sparring matches the two of you have held in the undercroft between classes, only now, it felt more personal. More evil.

Suddenly, it seems as if he notices your watery eyes, and it must click for him- because without another word to the girl between his arms, he pushes himself off the wall and begins rapidly making his way across the room towards you. You barely acknowledge how his face has fallen into an expression of desperation, getting up and practically sprinting out of the common room. You think you hear his voice calling your name, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

You only barely feel bad for leaving Ominis like that, but it was too much. It was all too much. You can feel sobs begging to fall from your quivering lips, and you decide that you want to be anywhere but the dorm room you shared with the boy you had fallen so deeply for.

An idea springs to mind. The room of requirement.

Objective in mind, you quickly make your way through the winding halls of the school, desperately trying to hold on for a little longer. You could let it all out once you were safe and alone. Not here.

Finally finding yourself in front of the room’s entryway, you shove open the door, immediately allowing the emotion that had been building escape you. Harsh sobs wrack your body as you fall to the ground with your back pressed to the door, uncontrollable and overwhelming. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could you have thought he liked you back? Nobody ever liked you back. You weren’t like the others.

Nobody wanted a freak like you.

Choking out dry tears, you lift your head shakily from your knees pressed to your forehead, scanning the familiar room. You get up gingerly, deciding to make your way to your bedroom here. You just needed to cry it out in bed.

Once you make it to your room, you immediately begin just that, letting it all out as you sit leaning against the headboard of your bed. You barely hear the click of the door.

“Y/N?” a soft voice whispers.

Shit, you forgot you’d shown Sebastian this room one day when he’d complained about the first years who wouldn’t stop chatting in the library while he tried to study. He must’ve followed you here.

Refusing to even acknowledge the boy stood a few feet from you, you speak into your knees.

“What do you want?” you croak out.

“I-”

You don’t let him finish his sentence, suddenly overwhelmed with rage as pure hatred courses through your veins. You flick your head up, shooting a gaze filled with malice his way. You don’t notice the way his eyes widen and his eyebrows pique in in shock, Adam's apple bobbing as he nervously swallows his words.

“Actually- no. I don’t want to hear it Sebastian. Just fucking leave,” you spit out.

“Y/N- please just let me-”

“Fuck off Sebastian!”

He goes dead silent, taking a step back. Utter fear is etched across his face, he’s never seen you this mad before. Not since that night. His bottom jaw quivers as his eyes glass over, staring at you, awaiting your next move.

You can’t help but feel a tug at your heart. After all, this was the boy you’d been pining over for years. You let out a frustrated groan, resting your head back against the headboard.

“Fuck Sebastian...why did you have to go and be an idiot.”

For once, it seems as if he’s at a loss for words. The easygoing grin that seemed to be permanently etched onto his face missing.

“I mean you just- I thought we- never mind,” you sigh.

Your eyes are shut, so you don’t notice he’s made his way towards you until you feel a weight on the mattress at the opposite side of the bed.

“...I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You open your eyes, finding yourself met with a slumped Sebatian. Insecurity is written all over his face, and he’s fiddling with his hands, avoiding all eye contact with you. You stay silent, hoping he gets the hint that you’re waiting for an explanation.

He inhales deeply, “I don’t know why I did it.”

“Honestly Sebastian, it’s fine- it's not even like we’re-” “No, it’s not fine.”

You’re silent, uncertain of this new territory. You hadn’t seen Sebastian this vulnerable since that night in the tombs, where you’d held him to your chest for what felt like hours as he sobbed into your chest.

“I just...I felt this- this feeling when I saw that guy hitting on you.”

“Wh- Miles? Seb, I didn’t want him to-”

“Which is totally wrong of me- you're your own person. I shouldn’t feel this way just because some guy was making you blush-” he mumbles out.

“Seb-”

“Which I think upset me so much because I wish I knew how t-”

“Sebastian!” you suddenly shout, grabbing his forearm. His head flicks to you, once again overcome with shock at your sudden shift of tone.

“Listen to me.” you order, making intense eye contact with him. You’d find the way his gaze falls into those familiar puppy eyes endearing if you weren’t currently battling the stubborn boy for a chance to speak your mind. He gulps, a slight red tinging his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“That guy- Miles- He came onto me. I had to get Ominis to get the guy off my back, I was trying to get you to help me but you-”

“Oh my god...” he whispers to seemingly nobody, cutting you off.

“...What?”

“You were asking for help,” he states bluntly.

“Yes?” you scoff, “Did you not see the way I looked at you?”

“I thought-”

“You thought wrong.”

It’s suddenly eerily silent, neither of you knowing what to say next. Your brain is running wild with questions, completely lost with where this was going.

“I get it know,” he speaks into the silence.

“Get what?” you reply, squinting at him in confusion.

“I get what that feeling was...”

You feel anger bubbling to the surface yet again with just how cryptic the boy was being.

“Sebastian if you don’t fucking tell me what you’re on about, I’ll-”

“I was jealous,” he states with no emotion behind his voice, but the way his anxious eyes meet your own is enough to let you know it was a cover.

“...What?”

He quickly averts his gaze.

“I thought he was making you blush,” he mumbles.

“What? I mean no- he wasn’t- but why would it even matter if-”

“Because I think I’m in love with you.”

The sudden confession shuts you up, any words you had dying in your throat as your jaw hangs slack. It’s as if Sebastian’s just as surprised as you at the words that escaped him, eyes wide in terror as he gets up to flee the room immediately.

“Sebastian, wait-” you stutter out, reaching towards him, catching the sleeve of his robe between your fingertips.

He refuses to look at you, grimacing to himself.

“Just forget it-”

You’re not sure what it is. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment. Maybe it’s the overwhelming rush of pure adoration you’d suppressed for the boy for so long. Maybe it’s the way your heart is threatening to burst out of your ribcage.

You’re not sure what makes you do it, but you do it anyway.

You tug on Sebastian’s sleeve, with such a force that he falls towards you, on you. Before either of you can register this new position, you leaning back on your forearms as he has his arms braced either side of your frame with a knee wedged between your thighs, you reach out and pull his tie towards you- crashing your lips together.

It takes a second for him to realize what’s happening, before he begins to kiss you back in earnest. He readjusts himself, now properly leaning over your frame, right hand travelling up your neck to cradle your cheek. It begins innocent enough, years of yearning for one another being silently translated between the two of you, but then it gets filthy.

Lust sets the two of you alight, and suddenly Sebastian is just everywhere. His right hand is travelling all over your body, his knee pressing up against your crotch, eliciting a soft groan out of you.

The sound causes Sebastian to pull away for a moment, the caring boy you know briefly reappearing, before a deep hunger sets in his eyes. He leans forward, slipping a warm hand under your shirt.

“Fuck...I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he mumbles against your lips.

Your brain is struggling to keep up with all that’s going on, so you forget to reply with words and instinctively grind down on his knee pressed between your thighs instead, a desperate moan escaping you.

As you prepare to roll your hips once again, Sebastian pulls away, and you let out what you would vehemently argue was not a whine at the loss.

“Wait- Y/N, are you sure about this? I don’t want to force-”

“Oh my god- you’re insufferable,” you groan, once again pulling his tie back towards you as you slip your tongue in his mouth, the welcome intrusion coaxing addictive groans out of him.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles lightly when you pull away momentarily to catch your breath.

You smile at him, and for a second the two of you just stare at each other with what could only be described as pure love.

This lovesick haze is what distracts you, causing you to not notice the hand creeping towards the hem of your shirt, a soft tug pulling you out of your trance.

Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you, silently asking for your permission to take off your shirt.

He gently pulls it over your head after unbuttoning the first few buttons, and then he leans back and just stares at you.

You feel vulnerable, not having shown your bare skin to anyone since you’d had the surgery. You anxiously bite your lip as you watch his right hand tentatively move towards your chest.

His soft fingertips gently trace along the scar beneath your nipple, following it.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

Your heart flutters, suddenly overwhelmed with relief. He seems to notice the way you finally breathe again, meeting your eyes with a familiar lopsided grin, leaning forward once again to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You know what he’s trying to say, that he’s trying to tell you that he wouldn’t want you any other way.

After a moment, the heat between the two of you returns, and you’re pressing into him with newfound vigor as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. He’s now moving his mouth down your neck, softly nipping at the skin under your jaw- occasionally sucking to leave purple marks in his wake.

You chuckle at this, suspecting that the “jealousy” from earlier may be driving his actions.

Before you can throw a snarky remark his way, you feel his knee pressing back against your crotch, the pressure through your pants and underwear providing the perfect amount of friction for you to begin rolling your hips, chasing that euphoric feeling. Broken moans spill from you, urging Sebastian to continue his actions.

He pulls his knee away yet again, but before you can complain, the feeling of his fingertips pressing under the waistband of your boxers shuts you up.

“...This okay?” he asks, head tilted to the side.

“Mhm,” you hum, stomach doing flips at the edge to his voice.

At the confirmation, he swiftly unbuttons your pants, slipping them off whilst your eyes are stuck to his face. His hand rests on your lower abdomen, teasing you for what’s to come as he leans back in to kiss you slowly and deeply.

Frustrated by his antics, you impulsively take your right hand and place it on his own. He pulls back and looks at you with an inquisitive gaze, before he realizes what you’re doing.

You slowly guide his hand, slipping it under your boxers towards where you wanted him. Where you needed him.

His mouth is dry, in awe at the way you’re looking up at him through your lashes, silently asking him to touch you.

So he does.

He feels the slickness between your thighs, softly tracing circles around where he knows you want him. Sliding his middle finger between your folds, he dips his finger inside you, finally granting you the relief you had practically been ready to beg for.

He’s entranced by your face, obsessed with the way your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He suddenly dives back towards you, swallowing the whine you make as he begins to move inside you. He slips a second finger in, relishing the way he’s tearing you apart around his fingers. Your warm walls coax him in, and he’s happy to stay.

He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, before hovering his face above yours, uttering praises.

You can barely process anything other than the feeling of his slender fingers reaching inside you, the deftness of his movements destroying you as he begins to circle your clit.

“I’m close,” you stutter out, only encouraging Sebastian to increase the speed of his movements.

“You’re so pretty,”

“My pretty boy,”

“All for me,”

He’s mumbling praises again, the possessiveness tinging his compliments making you react in ways you probably shouldn’t, arching your back to press yourself closer to him as you whimper. You feel his kiss-swollen lips against the shell of your ear.

“Cum for me, love.”

It hits you suddenly, a string of curses escaping you before he swallows them up yet again with a passionate kiss.

When you come down from your high, you’re panting- overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. Sebastian retracts his fingers from you, a slick sheen coating them. He maintains direct eye contact with you, bringing his fingers to his lips and he sucks them dry.

A whine escapes your lips at the sight, and he merely grins at you before finally speaking.

“Maybe next time.”

You burst into laughter at this. It really isn’t all that funny- but you suspect the ridiculousness of the situation has finally caught up to you. Perhaps you simply just have no idea how to process what just happened.

The two of you fall into a fit of giggles, Sebastian coming to lay next to you. You both turn onto your sides, facing each other.

“So do you forgive me?” he inquires with a cheeky grin.

“Oh shut up-” you groan lightheartedly, grabbing the pillow underneath your head to hit him.

He bursts into another fit of giggles, and you join him. Once the giddiness dies down, the two of you are left staring into eachother’s eyes, once again filled with pure adoration.

“I mean it though. I really am sorry.”

“Seb...It’s okay. We obviously just needed to...” you glance down at your boxers, still slick with your arousal, “...talk.”

“Yeah. Talk. For sure,” he deadpans, causing you to lightly shove his chest, once again causing the two of you to burst into a fit of laughter.

“I like you, by the way. If that wasn’t clear,” you shyly admit once it dies down.

“God I’d sure hope so-” he chuckles, immediately breaking the tension.

After a comfortable silence, he reaches a hand towards your waist, pulling you in towards him.

“Hi,” he whispers, uncharacteristically nervous.

“Hey,” you whisper back, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before tucking your head into his chest.

The two of you don’t need to say much more, you could discuss the specifics tomorrow. But for now? All either of you wanted was to fall asleep in each other's arms.

Ominis remained on that couch you left him on, praying to whatever higher power there was out there that those two pining idiots had finally sorted their shit out.

Little did he know.

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