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riya2510 · 6 months ago

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The Industrial IoT Revolution: Market Forecast and Leading Players to Watch in 2023–2031

Industrial IoT Market Report: Growth, Trends, and Future Outlook

The Industrial Internet of Things (IIoT) represents a transformative wave in industrial operations, leveraging the power of connected devices, sensors, and advanced analytics to optimize processes, improve efficiency, and unlock new business opportunities. IIoT connects machines, devices, sensors, and systems to collect and analyze data in real time, enabling industries to achieve smarter decision-making, reduce operational costs, and enhance productivity.

The global Industrial IoT (IIoT) market was valued at USD 334.53 billion in 2022 and is projected to reach USD 2,916.21 billion by 2031, growing at an impressive CAGR of 27.2% during the forecast period (2023–2031). This rapid growth highlights the increasing demand for IoT-enabled technologies across various industrial sectors, making IIoT a vital part of the digital transformation process in manufacturing, supply chains, and infrastructure.

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Key Trends in the Industrial IoT Market

Increased Adoption of Smart Manufacturing: Manufacturers are embracing IIoT for process automation, predictive maintenance, real-time monitoring, and supply chain optimization. This trend is expected to continue as more companies focus on reducing downtime and improving product quality through connected devices.

Advancements in Edge Computing and AI Integration: The rise of edge computing is reducing latency, enabling faster data processing at the source. Integrating AI and machine learning with IIoT systems allows industries to gain insights from real-time data, improving decision-making capabilities.

Focus on Cybersecurity: As the number of connected devices increases, so does the potential vulnerability to cyberattacks. Ensuring robust cybersecurity measures within IIoT systems is becoming a top priority for businesses.

5G Connectivity: The rollout of 5G technology is enhancing the capabilities of IIoT by offering faster and more reliable communication between connected devices. This enables applications that require low latency, such as autonomous vehicles and real-time remote monitoring.

Sustainability and Energy Efficiency: Industries are increasingly adopting IIoT technologies to improve energy efficiency, reduce emissions, and support sustainability goals. Sensors and data analytics enable more efficient resource management, leading to reduced waste and energy consumption.

Industrial IoT Market Size and Share

The IIoT market is witnessing substantial growth across various regions, driven by technological advancements, an increasing number of connected devices, and the need for automation. The major industrial sectors benefiting from IIoT include manufacturing, energy, automotive, pharmaceuticals, and more. Businesses are investing heavily in IIoT to streamline their operations, reduce operational costs, and ensure more efficient use of resources.

The market is also being driven by increasing government initiatives aimed at fostering smart city projects, digital infrastructure, and sustainable industrial practices. As industries continue to digitize their operations, the demand for IIoT solutions is poised to grow exponentially.

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Industrial IoT Market Statistics

The global market value was USD 334.53 billion in 2022.

The market is expected to grow to USD 2,916.21 billion by 2031, with a CAGR of 27.2% during the forecast period (2023–2031).

North America holds a significant share of the market, driven by the adoption of advanced industrial technologies and the presence of key players like Cisco, IBM, and Honeywell.

Asia Pacific (APAC) is expected to witness the highest growth due to rapid industrialization, increasing investments in smart factories, and government support for smart manufacturing initiatives.

Regional Trends and Impact

North America: The North American region, particularly the United States and Canada, dominates the global IIoT market due to a robust manufacturing base, the presence of key technology companies, and early adoption of IoT-enabled technologies. The region’s focus on automation, smart factories, and energy efficiency has led to a high demand for IIoT solutions.

Asia Pacific (APAC): APAC is expected to witness the fastest growth in the IIoT market, primarily driven by the increasing industrialization in countries like China, Japan, and India. The region's push towards smart manufacturing, government initiatives supporting industrial automation, and rapid adoption of advanced technologies like AI, robotics, and 5G are propelling the growth of the IIoT market.

Europe: Europe is another key region for IIoT, driven by strong industrial sectors such as automotive, chemicals, and energy. The European Union’s focus on Industry 4.0 and digital transformation is increasing the demand for IIoT technologies across manufacturing, energy, and logistics.

LAMEA (Latin America, Middle East, and Africa): While still a developing market, the LAMEA region is showing significant potential for IIoT growth, especially in industries such as oil and gas, utilities, and agriculture. Increased investment in infrastructure and digitalization is expected to drive the demand for IIoT solutions in these regions.

Industrial IoT Market Segmentation

By Offering

Hardware:

Industrial Robots: These robots are essential for automating repetitive tasks in industries such as manufacturing and automotive, improving efficiency and reducing errors.

Industrial PC: Industrial PCs are used for data processing, monitoring, and control in industrial environments.

Industrial Sensors: Sensors play a critical role in collecting data from machines and devices to monitor conditions like temperature, pressure, and vibration.

Distributed Control System (DCS): DCS solutions enable centralized control of industrial processes, helping manage large-scale production systems.

Smart Meters: Smart meters are essential for monitoring and managing energy consumption in industries, contributing to energy efficiency.

Human Machine Interface (HMI): HMIs provide a visual interface for operators to interact with industrial control systems.

Control Devices: Devices that help regulate and control industrial processes, ensuring smooth operations.

Software: Software solutions in IIoT are used for data collection, processing, analytics, and visualization. These software tools enable industries to derive actionable insights from the vast amount of data generated by IIoT devices.

Services:

Training & Consulting Services: These services help organizations integrate IIoT technologies into their existing systems and operations.

Support and Maintenance Services: These services ensure that IIoT solutions continue to operate efficiently and without disruption.

By Connectivity

Wired Connectivity:

Ethernet: Provides high-speed, reliable data transmission for industrial applications.

Fieldbus: Used in process control systems for connecting field devices and control systems.

Wireless Connectivity:

Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, Cellular Connectivity, Satellite Connectivity: Wireless connectivity solutions offer flexibility and scalability for IIoT applications, especially in large industrial environments.

By End-use Industry

Aerospace and Defense

Automotive

Chemicals

Energy & Power

Food & Beverage

Metal and Mining

Oil & Gas

Pharmaceutical

Semiconductor & Electronics

Others (Healthcare, Water & Wastewater, etc.)

Each of these industries is increasingly adopting IIoT technologies to improve operational efficiency, ensure product quality, reduce costs, and enhance safety.

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Top Players in the Industrial IoT Market

Several companies are leading the way in the IIoT market, providing innovative solutions and services:

Huawei Technology Co., Ltd.

Cisco

General Electric

Schneider Electric

Rockwell Automation

ABB

Texas Instruments

Honeywell

IBM

KUKA AG

NEC Corporation

Bosch

Siemens AG

SAP

Endress+Hauser

Accenture PLC

STMicroelectronics

These companies are at the forefront of developing and implementing IIoT solutions, helping industries to leverage IoT technologies for better efficiency, safety, and profitability.

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Conclusion

The Industrial IoT market is experiencing rapid growth as industries worldwide adopt connected devices, advanced analytics, and automation to enhance productivity, reduce costs, and improve decision-making. With significant investments in IIoT infrastructure, the market is poised to expand substantially in the coming years, especially in sectors such as manufacturing, energy, automotive, and pharmaceuticals. As technologies like AI, 5G, and edge computing continue to evolve, the potential for IIoT to drive industrial transformation will only increase, presenting enormous opportunities for businesses and industries to embrace the future of connected manufacturing and operations.

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danieldavidreitberg · 1 year ago

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Forget crowded data highways! Edge computing brings power to the source, unlocking real-time decisions - from self-driving cars to smart cities. ️ Join the revolution! #edgerevolution #Smartfuture #decentralizedtech #Nextgendata Daniel Reitberg

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ijustwannabecool · 1 month ago

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Rolling, Rolling, Red Bull

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Summary… When the Drive to Survive crew shows up to film a behind-the-scenes look at Max Verstappen’s life off track, Y/N is less than thrilled to be in the spotlight. But between sarcastic interviews, soft domestic moments, and a now-viral deleted scene involving a jar of pesto, the world gets a glimpse of a Max they’ve never seen before. Boyfriend-coded. Cat-dad certified. And very, very soft for her.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! I’ve been kinda M.I.A. & irregular on my posting but I have been out of town for the last two week so I’ve been writing on my phone and it has been a little difficult.

I hope you guys enjoy this story and feel free to donate on my Ko-Fi, maybe that way I can buy a better computer and write more consistently for you guys.

like, comment, reblog, enjoy (:

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Y/N was halfway through brushing her teeth when Max knocked on the bathroom door.

“They’re here,” he said, muffled through the wood. “The Drive to Survive guys.”

She spat into the sink. “Tell them to come back never.”

Max laughed, leaning against the doorframe in joggers and a Red Bull hoodie, his hair still wet from the shower. “You said yes last night.”

“I was half-asleep and you bribed me with stroopwafels.”

He pushed the door open and gave her the most annoyingly charming grin. “And yet, here we are.”

⸻

The Netflix crew had set up in their living room, pretending the chaos of wires and camera angles was “low-key.” Max greeted them like old friends, casual and cool, while Y/N hovered awkwardly behind a kitchen stool, holding her coffee like a shield.

“Just pretend we’re not here,” the producer said, adjusting his headset.

“Impossible,” she muttered.

Max, ever the calm in the storm, slipped a hand around her waist. “You’ll be fine. Just be yourself.”

“That is the problem.”

⸻

They followed the couple through a normal day: breakfast on the balcony, Max fiddling with a simulator, Y/N curled up reading a book while their cats tried to chew on a mic cord.

But then they asked for a sit-down interview.

“Can you two just talk about what it’s like being in a relationship during the season?” the director asked, arranging pillows behind Y/N like this was a cozy podcast and not her personal nightmare.

Max shrugged. “It’s good. We don’t really fight.”

Y/N snorted. “You say that because you don’t consider ignoring my texts for six hours a fight.”

“I was driving,” he said, deadpan.

“You were on the simulator.”

“Same thing.”

The crew laughed. Max smiled sideways at her.

Then the director leaned in. “Y/N, how do you handle the pressure of being with someone constantly in the spotlight?”

She hesitated. Not because she didn’t know, but because she hadn’t expected the question to feel so… real.

“I don’t try to handle it,” she said slowly. “I just try to remind him that there’s a world outside of racing. That he’s more than just Max Verstappen the driver.”

Max’s expression softened—one of those rare looks he saved just for her, all warm gaze and relaxed jawline.

“And she’s the only one who gets away with calling me out when I start acting like a robot,” he added, voice lower now.

There was a pause.

“Wow,” the sound guy whispered.

“Keep rolling,” the director whispered back.

⸻

Later, when they were reviewing footage in the trailer, someone asked if they could get a shot of Max hugging Y/N.

“We have the paddock stuff, the Monaco stuff—but we need something soft to end on.”

Max found her sitting on the edge of the Red Bull hospitality couch, phone in hand.

He didn’t say anything. Just walked up, pulled her into his chest, and kissed the top of her head. Cameras or not.

“You’re doing great,” he said.

“You owe me ten stroopwafels and a massage.”

“I’ll give you twelve.”

The camera rolled as she smiled against his hoodie, arms tightening around his waist.

And later, when the season aired, fans clipped that moment. Over and over.

“Who knew Max Verstappen could be soft?”

“Protect this woman at all costs.”

“Relationship goals.”

But to Max, it was just Tuesday.

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Deleted Scene

Y/N stood barefoot in the kitchen, struggling with a stubborn jar of pesto. The label peeled at the edge, and the lid refused to budge despite two dish towels and her full body weight.

“Max!” she called, mildly annoyed. “Can you come here?”

Off-camera, you hear footsteps. Then Max appears in the kitchen doorway, looking suspicious. “What did I do?”

“Nothing. Just open this before I yeet it into the sea.”

He walks over, takes the jar, and opens it effortlessly with one twist.

She stares. “Are you serious?”

He grins, proud. “You loosened it.”

“Uh-huh.”

Without missing a beat, he dips a finger into the pesto and sticks it in his mouth.

“Max!” she gasps, swatting him with a tea towel. “That’s for dinner!”

He shrugs. “Taste test.”

A Netflix producer can be heard laughing behind the camera.

“Can we actually keep rolling?” another asks. “This is gold.”

Y/N turns, catching the crew still filming, and mock-glares at the camera.

“I’m going to need hazard pay.”

Max wraps an arm around her waist and plants a pesto-flavored kiss on her cheek.

“No one would believe how domestic you are,” Y/N mutters, smirking.

“Good. Let them think I’m scary.”

⸻

But don’t worry. The pesto jar ended up on eBay “signed by Max,” with a sticky note that read:

“She loosened it.” – M.V.

All proceeds went to cat shelters. Because Max demanded it.

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FAN REACTIONS TO DELETED SCENE

Twitter/X:

@paddockbabie:

MAX OPENED A JAR AND A NATION FELL IN LOVE

#driveToSurvive #maxverstappen #domesticking

@softf1updates:

the way he dipped his finger into the pesto and then kissed her with zero shame?? I’m on the floor.

literally who gave him permission to be this boyfriend-coded

@f1spicypage:

“you loosened it.”

OH OKAY MAX VERSTAPPEN KING OF HUMBLE DOMESTICITY

⸻

Tumblr:

f1blurbs:

It’s not about the pesto.

It’s about her calling him like a husband.

It’s about him walking in like “what did I do?” like he knows he exists to be summoned.

It’s about the quiet love.

It’s about the damn jar.

I’m crying.

netflix-please:

Reblog if you too would risk it all to have Max Verstappen open a jar for you and call it “loosened by you.”

⸻

TikTok Comments (under the leaked scene with 4.8M views):

@formulalover44:

the way she’s like “MAX” and he just comes?? we love an obedient man

@jamgirlie:

petition to release ALL deleted scenes or i riot

@pestoprincess:

me @ my boyfriend: “why can’t you be more like max verstappen opening pesto jars and donating to cat shelters?”

⸻

Instagram Stories:

@f1gossipgrid:

MAX & Y/N: PESTO-GATE

This leaked deleted scene is the best PR Netflix never meant to drop.

Rumors say Red Bull marketing is already printing “You loosened it” merch.

We’ll take 5.

⸻

And yes—someone already made pesto-themed merch on Etsy with:

“You loosened it – M.V.” in sleek Helvetica on tote bags, mugs, and aprons.

⸻

the end.

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monstersholygrail · 5 months ago

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In a Free Use City, your knowledge on the subject of your job isn’t always what’s most important. And in your case, it’s the least important. You were actually known as quite a ditz in the Free Use City Offices.

You worked in the tech department surrounded by a bunch of hot and nerdy guys who spoke in yours you couldn’t even begin to understand. You were just happy to be there and they were happy to ogle you and press against you whenever you asked for their help with any simple task.

They thought they had the upper hand on you, thinking they were so clever. But you had them all on a leash. An entire department at your disposal to give you pleasure whenever you wanted.

Your favorite man to bother was IT Robot. He got his work done fast and spent the rest of the day goofing off. The easy air around him made him approachable and the way all his shirts fit snugly against his bulging pecs made you drip with need.

You can’t help but spare him another glance before hesitantly returning your gaze to your own computer, the screen filled with the program you still haven’t figured out. Great, now you were confused and horny.

“Need me for something?” IT Robot’s voice suddenly purrs into your ears. His steel-like grip grabbing onto your plush hips and pulling you back into his hard chest.

His body molds to yours so perfectly it has you tingling all over. Arousal gushing and soaking through your panties. He turns you on so bad even when he barely did anything but it was like your body was out of control. As if it could be programmed just for him when he was the robot.

“Help… I hurt,” you say with a pout, your mind turning to complete mush whenever you’re around him.

IT Robot flashes you with that charming lopsided smile of his, heavily amused by the puddle you melt into whenever he talks to you.

“Where does it hurt, huh? It hurt here?”

He caresses your soft belly with an appreciation that borders on worship before one hand slips beneath your skirt, nuzzling his fingers between your soaked folds.

“Or here?” He asks while the other gives a little pat on your head.

A low whine escapes your lips as he rolls his fingers over your clit, your hips jerking into the touch. And that’s all it takes to have IT Robot plunging three of his fingers deep into your cunt, making you gasp and tremble in his arms.

“That’s what I thought… Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll fix the issue right away. It’s what I do after all.”

Your vision blurs as you dive into the pleasure head first. Choking out harsh moans as IT Robot’s fingers move inside you with precision like he has an entire map of your pretty pussy printed in his head. His fingers move in a blur as they pump themselves inside you, hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars. Each curl of his fingers sends your pussy fluttering and clenching down around him.

“Squeeze me tight, honey, ngh c’mon! Don’t think about a thing, just focus on being my pretty baby. My good girl.”

His words send the last thoughts in your head flying out the window, reducing you to nothing but his perfect little fuck toy. Your body relaxes without having to worry about a thing, allowing the ecstasy to overwhelm you.

IT Robot chuckles again as that fucked out expression fills your features. He flattens his palm so that it rubs hard against your clit with every snap of his fingers. With a few quick movements it has you falling over the edge and exploding all over his hand. Your vision flashes white as your orgasm rolls through you and you can’t find the strength to move any of your limbs after.

But that’s alright, IT Robot will take care of you, his fingers slipping out of your pulsing cunt with a pop, and giving your temple a soft kiss. He doesn’t bother cleaning up his hand dripping with your cum as he starts typing on your computer, solving the issue with the program you were using, and successfully helping you with both your aches.

“There, there. I’ve got you, pretty. Just keep feelin’ good. All because of me,” he whispers in your ear. Planning to spend the rest of the day doing all your work for you.

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debajitadhikary · 2 years ago

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Introduction as IT Advisors In the dynamic realm of Information Technology (IT), staying ahead requires a powerful arsenal of cutting-edge technologies. IT advisors, the guiding force behind digital transformations, leverage a spectrum of tools to optimize operations, enhance security, and propel their clients into the future. In this exploration, we’ll delve into the tech landscape that…

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brownlyfe · 16 days ago

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Love A Woman

A Three-Part Modern Day Au

Part 2, Part 3

pairing: elijah “smoke" moore x annie x elias "stack" moore

cw: modern!au, smut, slightly ooc, bondage, bdsm, nicknames

word count: 7,745

summary: annie is caught between two brothers who show their love for her in two different ways. one quiet and soft beneath her control, the other? unapolegtically rough and playful. weekdays are a slow burn of passion and promise, but the weekends are chaos and surrender personified. but when blurred lines, missed promises, and real feelings start to surface, the balance shifts. loyalty gets tested. and annie has to decide what kind of love she really needs, and who’s strong enough to hold all of her.

notes: my first fic on here, and it would be a movie like sinners to bring me out. I've been writing on wattpad for years, but had no reason to crossover. I'm currently obsessed with Wunmi and michael's chemistry, so prepare for more. this isn't a normal poly situation, either, so prepare for the ride *wink, wink*.

Annie blinked as she stared at her computer, the screen stuck on a spreadsheet that hadn’t been typed on in at least fifteen minutes. Her eyes were glassy from the tiredness that overtook her body. The building was buzzing with whispered noise and the sounds of keyboards clicking.

She wanted to scream, truly. Instead, she shut down her monitor without a word, packed up her things with a robotic grace, and left without a single word of goodbye. Her feet felt heavy as she walked to the elevator. By the time she got there, the sharp click of her heels felt like a ticking time bomb to her collapse.

The walk from the office building to her apartment building was only four blocks, but it might as well have been miles. Everything was too bright and moving too fast. Every car horn stabbed through her skull, and conversations pierced her eardrum like an intrusion. The air was thick, muggy despite the calendar insisting it was still early spring.

She reached her building and stood in the lobby under buzzing lights with a finger hovering over the elevator button. But didn’t press it. Her apartment would be too quiet, too small, too cold, too lonely. She closed her eyes, inhaled through her nose, and walked right back out of the front door.

The cab ride to Smoke’s building took fifteen minutes. She sat in the backseat with her head against the window, eyes closed, and deep breaths filling out her chest. She could hear her phone dinging in her purse, but Annie continued doing what she had been doing for the last three weeks. She ignored it.

For nearly the last month, Annie had been ignoring practically everyone. Her friends, family, and even her two men, who had both been trying to reach her every day since she went missing. It wasn’t like she was trying to do it on purpose either. Work had her tied up in the unhealthiest way. She worked through the weekend, leaving late into the night and arriving early in the morning. She never got more than three hours of rest because her body wouldn’t settle.

It was muscle memory by now; buzz into Smoke’s building, ride the elevator to the top floor, and let herself in. Annie didn’t knock anymore. He never made her. The second the door shut, the quiet covered her like a warm blanket

Nothing was loud or overbearing. Her senses had calmed and the only things she had was the smell of something deliciously simmering on the stove…and him.

Smoke stood in the kitchen, white short sleeve shirt tight around his arm muscles and grey sweatpants sitting low. He didn’t bother looking up from his place in front of the stove. He knew who it was and what she came for.

Her purse hit the table with a heavy thud. Holding onto the edge of the kitchen island for support, she kicked off her heels.

“Dinner will be ready in twenty,” glancing over his shoulder, that low, calm voice hit her like a sedative. His eyes softened the second they landed on her–bloodshot eyes, stiff shoulders, the outline of her stress written all over her body. “Bath’s already drawn.”

Annie didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. He always knew what she needed and when she needed it without her ever having to say a word. Nodding her head, she turned towards the direction of the stairs and started to peel her clothes off as she walked away.

The bath was perfect. Steam curled around the marble tiles, the air thick with lavender and eucalyptus. The water was hot, just shy of stinging. She sank into it with a hiss, letting her head fall back, hair piled on top of her head.

She didn’t cry. Not yet. That would come later, maybe. For now, she just... floated.

She stayed in until the water cooled and her fingers wrinkled. When she emerged, a towel was already waiting on the counter—fluffy, fresh, and warm.

Dinner was quiet. He didn’t press her to talk.

They ate side by side on the couch, the TV playing some old movie neither of them was watching. She leaned into him, and he let her, arm curled around her shoulders, thumb stroking absent circles into her silk-covered skin.

It wasn’t until the plates were cleared and the lights were off that she finally spoke.

“I need to use you tonight.”

Smoke said nothing, only nodded his head, and squeezed her body further into his.

“Whatever you need, mama.”

He lay back on the bed in nothing but his boxers, eyes heavy-lidded and patient. Annie straddled his hips, still in her robe. Her fingers trailed up his chest, light and teasing.

“You gonna be good for me?” she asked, voice low and sharp.

Smoke’s lips parted, and he exhaled slowly. “Always.”

She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He didn’t resist. Didn’t move. Just looked at her like she was the only thing in the world.

“You don’t stop until I say,” she whispered against his ear. “You don’t even think about it.”

“Yes, mama.”

Her robe slid open as she lowered herself onto his face, his lips already parted, his tongue eager and dutiful. She held onto the headboard, grinding down slowly, deliberately, chasing the release she’d been denied for weeks.

Smoke groaned beneath her, needy and obedient. He licked her like a man starving, like he worshipped the ache between her thighs. She tugged his hair, used him, rolled her hips until her moans bounced off the walls, and still he didn’t stop. Not even when she came hard, shaking against his mouth.

“Again,” she ordered breathlessly.

And he did. Over and over, until she was gasping and sweat-slick and trembling. Only then did she finally untie his hands. She slowly eased her way back down his body with the help of his hands that immediately took hold of her hips. Their lips fused in a gentle song made of light moans and whimpers.

She reached her hand down and gently guided him inside of her. Slow and deep. He held her like she was made of glass, as they rocked against each other. Her body seemed to move on autopilot as her lower body met his thrust for thrust.

They kissed each other, each moan matching the gentle pace that was set. His lips moved from her lips to her cheek to her shoulder. Her body stuttered the closer she got to her release. Smoke doing what he does best, and that’s anticipating the needs of his woman.

He bent his knees and planted both feet on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist in a snug hold and started sharp thrusts upwards, controlled, deep, precise. The kind that sent shockwaves through her body and pushed little gasps from her chest. The kind that made her lose any sense of control, but she held on. Not wanting to completely give up any of the little that she had, Annie braced her hands onto his chest, knowing that he could handle all the pressure. She used her trembling legs to help meet his quick strokes.

She could feel how hard he was holding back—not just from flipping her onto her back and taking over, but from finishing. He was too focused on her, on her pleasure, her body, her need.

Thrust after thrust, she rocked against him, their rhythm teetering between slow and sudden. Every time she rolled her hips down, he met her halfway, grinding deeper with those sharp, upward strokes that had her biting her lip to keep from crying out too early.

He let one hand trail up her spine, fingers dragging like worship. The other remained clutched around her waist, anchoring her to him like a lifeline.

When her body clenched around him, when her thighs began to quake, he whispered against her skin:

“Let go, mama. I’ve got you. Let me feel it.”

And she did.

Her orgasm hit like lightning, sudden, powerful, and silent for one suspended moment before she let out a strangled cry and collapsed forward, trembling against his chest. He held her, not daring to move too fast, not daring to push her past her limit, until her hips started moving again, a reminder that she was only done when she said so.

Smoke groaned, the sound laced with a quiet desperation. “You want more?”

She lifted her head, eyes glazed with post-orgasm haze, but her voice was firm. “I’m not done using you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, almost reverently.

She pushed herself upright again and braced her hands against his chest. He gripped her hips once more, adjusted his angle, and started thrusting up again—faster this time, harder, his body shaking with restraint as he drove into her.

It was a slow build again, but this time, it was mutual.

Her breath hitched. His jaw clenched. The bed creaked beneath them, the sounds of skin on skin and gasps and choked moans filling the room.

And when she finally gave him the nod, barely a whisper of permission, he came with a shuddering groan, hands gripping her tight, hips stuttering beneath her. They lay chest to chest, their breaths in perfect sync.

As carefully as he could, Smoke slid out of her and then rolled them over on their sides so that they were facing each other. Annie’s breath began to even out and slow down. Smoke knew then that she was on the verge of sleep. So, he pressed soft kisses to her forehead and cheek, whispering soft praises into her ear; he was just glad that she was relaxed now.

The booming bass was blaring through the streets as Stack’s Charger came to a rolling stop in front of Annie’s apartment complex.

Annie stood at the curb, arms crossed, sunglasses hiding her eyes. Smoke was behind her, calm as ever, one hand on the small of her back, the other holding her overnight bag.

Stack threw his door open, grinning like the human embodiment of sin itself.

“There’s my girl,” he said, as the sounds of Yo Gotti’s Got Dem Racks thumped the whole car, “Ready to remember what fun feels like?”

Annie didn’t answer. She was still tired, her body was still simmering with tension that hadn’t been fully shaken from Smoke’s bed.

“She hasn’t eaten since breakfast,” Smoke said, passing Stack the bag. “She ain’t sleep much either. And her body’s still tight.”

“Got it,” Stack nodded, slinging the bag into the back seat. “I’ll take care of it.”

Smoke kissed the side of her head and murmured something too soft for Stack to hear. Then he opened the car door for her like the gentleman he was. Annie slid into the low seat without a word. Stack pulled off the curb before she could even buckle her seatbelt completely. Tires screeched as he merged with traffic, music still thumping through the car like a third heartbeat.

The difference was always immediate.

Smoke’s world was always calmer, quieter, a bit softer, and a touch cooler than what she was used to. Stack’s world? Heat, noise, and chaos all perfectly molded into the shape of a man.

He rapped along to the radio, one hand on the wheel and the other hanging out of the window. Annie took to looking out the window, not paying much attention to the smooth-talking man next to her until she felt fingers ghosting the skin on her inner thigh. She swatted them away without much thought, not really in the mood for whatever games Stack was going to play.

One second, the car was coming to an abrupt stop on the side of the road, and the next, he was grabbing her jaw, turning her face toward him.

“You feelin’ bold today, baby girl?”

Annie’s stomach flipped. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You ain’t have to. But you know I don’t like that shit. You know better, right?”

She rolled her eyes. It was instinct. A natural reflex. But it was a mistake. Stack didn’t raise his voice. Just chuckled once, dark and low, and said–

“Oh, it’s that kind of weekend.”

The lounge was pulsing like it was alive. Men and women were filling the tables and chairs, drinks flowing, and clouds of cigar smoke surrounding the air.

Stack was in his element. He had his usual corner table already waiting, people nodding at him as they passed, girls giving him second glances he never returned. He didn’t have to, not when Annie was tucked into his side, phone in hand, legs crossed.

Their waitress brought over another shot for her at her request for another round. Annie tipped back another shot, the tequila burning on the way down. Stack caught the glass just before she could slam it down on the table again.

“That’s four, baby girl,” he said, voice low in her ear. “You know your limit.”

She pouted, reaching for his still full shot glass. She wanted to forget about everything and feel nothing. Sometimes, the easiest and quickest way was to throw back drinks until she couldn’t remember her own name.

Stack’s hand slid around her wrist, firm and final. Stopping her from actually lifting the clear shot glass.

“Not tonight,” he added, more serious now, his dark eyes locking with hers. “I said I’d take care of you. That means I decide when you’ve had enough.”

Annie rolled her eyes, yet there was a heat rising beneath her skin, not from alcohol. She didn’t argue. Not because she couldn’t, but because she’d already crossed that line once. And Stack didn’t play that game.

What Stack did was lift the wrist he was holding up to his lips, then gently helped her up as he stood as well. They made their way to the dance floor, Stack with a smirk on his face, keeping score of every inch of defiance from the woman behind him.

The night blurred into a haze of rhythm and heat. Stack had his hands on her hips the whole time, keeping her close, guiding her every movement like they were the only two people in the room. He pressed her back against his chest while his hand slid low enough to make her gasp.

She forgot the emails. The deadlines. Even Smoke’s gentleness seemed like a far-off memory under the weight of Stack’s grip. He let her live a little. Just enough.

But of course, she had to ruin it by pulling away before he got the chance to kiss those lips he hadn’t seen or felt in weeks.

“Oh, that’s how it is?” he said, lips against her neck.

Annie blinked up at him, faux-innocent.

Stack grinned, dangerous and slow. “That’s cool. I was gonna go easy on you tonight. Guess we’re past that now, huh?”

Stack didn’t drag her to the bedroom…he led her there. A hand on her arm, a steady grip, not yanking but directing. His energy had shifted the moment they walked through the door. The teasing, cocky Stack from the club was gone.

His bedroom was a temple of control. The walls were dark, the sheets black, and the mirrors, oh, the mirrors, hung perfectly above the bed, polished to a shine. He opened the bedroom door with a foot and gestured toward the bed.

“Strip,” he barked, yanking his shirt over his head. She hesitated for half a second.

Stack raised an eyebrow. “Slower than usual, baby. Must be tired. You want me to help?”

Her cheeks burned. “No, daddy.”

“That’s what I thought.”

By the time she was bare, he had pulled out the restraints from a chest in the corner of the room, black leather with soft padding on the inside. He decided to start with her legs, so he guided her onto her back. He bent one leg at the knee, bringing her ankle back toward her thigh, and fastened the first cuff tight, connecting them. Then the other, so she was lying with both legs bent, leaving her open, exposed, and vulnerable.

Instead of moving to tie her hands above her head or to the headboard like he normally would, Stack gently pulled her wrists down to her sides, guiding each one back to her corresponding thigh. He buckled her left wrist to the outside of her left thigh. Then the right. Her arms were folded, wrists locked to the cuffs holding her legs open.

He kneeled in between her open legs, staring at her like a man starved. But he didn’t touch her, yet. Her cheeks burned, but the throb between her legs only intensified.

Then his voice dipped lower. “Eyes up.”

Her gaze shifted to the mirror above the bed, and what she saw made her breath catch. She looked wrecked already. Arms taut in their bindings, legs helplessly folded back, pussy glistening in the soft light. And Stack in front of her, shirt gone, muscles cut, and eyes lit with danger.

“You’ve been mouthing off all week, haven’t you?” he grumbled, trailing his fingers down her stomach. “Bet Smoke let you get away with it. He probably kissed your forehead and told you it was okay.”

“Well, guess what, princess? I’m not Smoke.” He reached across her body to grab the crop off the nightstand.

“You got twenty,” he said, running it along her inner thigh. “And you gone count. If you miss one, we start over.” With ease, Stack gripped Annie’s tied-up arm and flipped her over.

The first strike landed on her ass with a crisp, echoing snap.

“One,” she gasped. Then another, across the opposite cheek. “Two.”

By six, her voice was trembling. By ten, she was clenching around nothing, desperate and dripping. By fifteen, she wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure anymore; the lines had blurred. The heat in her skin was unbearable, but needed. Her pussy ached, her thighs shook.

When the twentieth hit, it wasn’t a scream that left her lips. It was a moan.

Stack grinned darkly. “That’s my girl.”

She barely had a second to breathe before he was flipping her onto her back, dropping to his knees on the bed, and lowering his face between her thighs.

“Now let’s see how many times I can make you cum before you pass out.” And with that, he dove in.

Bound and helpless, she had no control. Couldn’t close her legs, couldn’t squirm away, couldn’t do anything but take it. His mouth was ruthless.

Tongue dragging slow and deep, then flicking fast over her clit in maddening patterns. Every time she got close, he pulled back just enough to deny her, making her whine and beg against the restraints.

He edged her twice, brought her right to the brink, and then pulled back, laughing as she begged, squirmed, and cursed his name. When she cried out, “please,” he reached up, slapped her thigh just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Please, what? Use your words, baby girl.”

“Please let me come. Daddy, please…”

He smirked. “Not yet.”

Annie felt her body give in, her breath catching with each denial. Her body was squeezing tightly from holding on so much.

“Eyes up,” he ordered, tapping her cheek.

Annie’s gaze slid up…and there she was. Bound and helpless. And there he was kneeling on the bed in front of her, smirking like the devil, thick dick in hand, dragging the tip along her soaked folds.

“Look how pretty you are when you’re fucked open,” he growled. “Watch yourself, baby. You better not look away.”

Stack eased his way into her, but didn’t bother with letting his woman get adjusted. He began to fuck her with purpose, rough and deep, controlling every rhythm, every sound she made. Her wrists pulled at the restraints, her thighs trembled with overstimulation.

“Look at you, takin’ it so good.” Her breath caught when Stack smirked down at her. He took to gripping her throat as he fucked her to the point of her whole body jiggling.

She could feel her body clenching and tightening. Her stomach was the main culprit.

“You gonna cum?” he asked, voice tight.

She whimpered. “I-I don’t know. E-elias-”

“You know you’re not allowed.”

He pulled out and slapped her clit hard enough to make her choke on a moan, then sank back in with a grunt. Her entire body shook, sweat rolling down her sides, tears spilling from her eyes. She was trying her hardest not to give in, knowing that she would be in far more trouble than she was currently in.

Stack was unrelenting in his strokes, making sure to hit every depth of her. Leaving no place untouched. He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, loving the way her whimpers and breathless moans filled his ears. He kissed his way up to her ear.

“Say thank you, mama. Give me the words I like.”

“Thank you, daddy. T-t-thank you!”

He smirked and gripped her neck again, then he kissed her, hard and possessively. His thrusts not slowing down, not even a little.

Her voice was wrecked. “P-please, daddy. I’m sorry, I was such a brat. Please, let me cum. P-p-please, I need it. Elias…p-please” The last word coming out as a stuttered whimper.

He groaned into her mouth. “There she is. Now cum.”

When she did, it was violent. Back arching, mouth open in a silent scream, legs trembling uncontrollably. He held her through it, fucking her through the aftershocks until she was twitching, oversensitive, boneless beneath him.

“Again,” he growled, looking up at her through his lashes. “Keep lookin’, princess. Don’t you dare take your eyes off that mirror.”

And she did. She watched herself fall apart over and over. Her second and third orgasms had her body convulsing with pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. Tears collected in her. Drool wet her lips. Her thighs trembled, her voice broken with babbling pleas.

“Please, daddy, please, I can’t. It’s too much–” Annie managed to get out in between the harsh rocks of her body.

Stack smirked, lips slick from her. “That’s too bad. Because I’m not done with you.”

Annie’s eyes widened, and her mouth sputtered jumbled words. Stack’s smirk only got wider as he reached down and gripped a bouncing breast in one of his own, and the other rubbed her stomach, debating over whether he should ruin her or not.

Normally, they would be in position number five at this point in the night, but Stack was content with just the one. Looking at her face to face was his kryptonite. His release was creeping up on him, meanwhile, Annie felt her orgasm hitting her all over.

Then he came with a groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside her, burying his face in her neck with a growl of her name. He unbuckled each restraint slowly, rubbing the soreness from her joints, murmuring praise between every touch.

“You’re mine on the weekends,” he whispered into her ear. “And you know what happens when you act up. But you did good, baby. You took all of it and let it out.”

She nodded, boneless and spent in his arms. She couldn’t even speak. Just curled into him, safe and sore and glowing.

And Stack simply smiled. Because the weekend had only just started.

It was Sunday night. The sky was a beautiful purple, the sun melting behind the skyline as the Charger rolled up outside Smoke’s building. The engine cut off, but the music was playing something soft, for once. Stack stepped around to the passenger side and opened the door like a chauffeur.

Annie didn’t move at first. She looked like she might melt into the leather seat. Stack helped her up, supporting her carefully. Her knees buckled slightly when she stood, and she hissed softly at the ache.

“Easy,” he said, one arm around her waist, the other carrying her overnight bag. The two moved their way through the apartment building, into the elevator, and up to the top floor.

The front door opened before either of them knocked. Smoke stood in the doorway, expression unreadable but warm. Wordlessly, Stack passed him the bag and Annie.

“She’s good,” Stack said quietly. “Just tired and sore.”

Smoke nodded. “I’ve got her.”

Stack gave Annie one last kiss on the cheek and disappeared out the front door. Smoke closed the door behind them and turned to her. She looked like a storm that had been weathered. Smoke caught her before she could stumble further.

“Hey,” he said gently, cupping her face. “I’ve got you, mama. Let me take care of you.”

The bath was already running.

He’d learned by now no words at first. Just touch and presence.

Smoke peeled her clothes off slowly, carefully. Then untied her sneakers and set them aside. His eyes roamed over her marked skin without judgment. He touched every bruise with a gentleness and care that he reserved for only her. She winced when he reached her thighs.

She sank into the bath like it was salvation. The water steamed, full of oils and salts that smelled like chamomile and eucalyptus.

Smoke knelt beside the tub, rolled up his sleeves, and ran a soft washcloth over her skin. His hands were warm, slow, and methodical. He didn’t talk. Neither one did.

When her eyes fluttered closed, he kissed her temple and whispered, “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

The lights in the bedroom were dim. The sheets were fresh. A playlist of low instrumentals hummed from the speakers, barely loud enough to register.

Smoke helped her onto the bed like she was made of silk. She winced as she lay back, thighs trembling. He crawled in beside her, trailing kisses down her body, soft, wet, and worshipful. Over every bruise. Every mark. Every bite and stripe that Stack had left behind.

“You’re so good,” he murmured. “Letting yourself go like that. Letting him take everything. That’s strength, mama. That’s power.”

Annie exhaled shakily. Smoke kissed the inside of her knee.

“I love how your body tells stories,” he whispered. “I love the bruises. The tremble in your voice when I touch you here,” he pressed his lips against the crease of her thigh, “and the way you look after you’ve been used. You’re still glowing.”

He spread her legs slowly and kissed between them without hesitation, tongue moving with unhurried care. She gasped, still raw, overstimulated, and sore.

“Too much?” he asked gently.

She just released a shaky breath as she made eye contact with him. Annie didn’t know whether she was truly prepared to experience much more, but she knew he would be careful.

Smoke hummed as he recognized the look that she was giving him. It was something that he was good at. Reading her was his specialty. He eased up just a bit and began to give her soft kisses and sucks to her clit. He didn’t chase her orgasm. He wanted to give her peace.

When she came, it was slow and warm like she was melting. Tears pricked at her eyes, but not from pain. He wrapped her in his arms after, held her tight with his body curled around hers. Fingers stroking her back, lips brushing her shoulder.

“Tomorrow’s Monday,” she murmured groggily.

Smoke chuckled. “I know.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“I got you, baby. You know that.”

Annie smiled, eyes barely open. “What would I do without you?”

Smoke kissed her forehead. “You’ll never have to find out.”

By the time the sun rose, her outfit was pressed and ready. Her phone was charged, coffee brewed, and breakfast was waiting. But it was more than that, her heart was steady. Her body grounded. Because Smoke wasn’t just her safe space. He was her recovery.

The emails never stopped. And neither did the late meetings, the after-hours calls, or the endless pressure to be the best, the fastest, the most capable.

Annie’s phone buzzed every few minutes. The blue light of her laptop reflected in her eyes long after midnight. Her apartment was quiet and deathly calm, even though she was used to being alone there.

She hadn’t seen Smoke or Stack in two weeks. Not properly, anyway.

She answered their texts with dry one-word replies. Ignored their calls more than she took them. When Stack FaceTimed her last weekend, she answered bare-faced and red-eyed, snapped something short and cold, and hung up before he could call her out.

Smoke still sent her flowers and food. Stack still called and sent videos. None of it worked this time. She stayed in her apartment, slept in her clothes, woke up angry, and went to bed worse.

Stack paced his living room with the phone pressed to his ear, jaw tight, patience fraying.

“Did she text you back?” he asked flatly. “It’s been four days.”

On the other end, Smoke’s voice was calm but clipped. “You know how she gets.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“You gonna go get her?”

“I want to,” Stack growled. “I want to kick her door in, bend her over the nearest surface, and remind her who she belongs to.”

Smoke was quiet for a beat. “That’s not what she needs right now.”

“I know,” Stack sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “But it’s gettin’ real hard to sit on my hands when our girl’s out there drowning.”

“She’ll come to us,” Smoke said calmly.

Annie sat on the floor of her shower, water scalding. Her phone buzzed from the counter, but she didn’t check it. She didn’t need to, she already knew who it was.

And she hated that she was this exhausted. She had a craving that took over her whole body. A craving for their hands, their voices, their complete and utter control. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Something had to give.

It was Friday at 3:42 PM when Stack got the call. When he saw Annie flash across his screen, he nearly dropped the glass he was holding.

“’Bout time,” he muttered, wiping his hands before swiping to answer. “Talk to me.”

But her voice wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t tired or soft or needy. It was sharp and dangerous.

“Pick me up. Work ends at five. Don’t be late.” Then she hung up.

Stack stared at the phone like it might talk back.

“…Oh, she’s lost her damn mind.”

He was waiting outside her building at 4:57. Leaning against the Charger, arms crossed, sunglasses low, grin slow and mean.

Annie strutted out like she hadn’t left him hanging for weeks. She wore tight slacks, a blouse with too many buttons undone, and her eyes were full of challenge and fire.

Stack opened the door for her, silently. And she slid in without a word. He got behind the wheel, started the engine, and kept the silence up until they hit the freeway.

“You got somethin’ to say, baby girl?”

She huffed, looking out the window. “Just drive.”

He chuckled once. “Oh, nah. You got one free pass, and you just cashed it.”

She turned, finally, locking eyes with him. And she simply just rolled them, turning away from him completely. Stack’s smile dropped.

His hand slid off the wheel and wrapped around her throat, slow and precise, just enough pressure to make her heart skip.

“I’m not dealing with this all weekend,” he growled, eyes still on the road.

She didn’t reply, just scoffed.

Stack shook his head, a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Instead of heading in the direction of his loft, he headed in the direction of his twin brother’s. Stack knew that his brother would be far more equipped to handle her in this state than he was.

The rest of the fifteen minute ride was complete silence. When they pulled down the familiar street of Smoke’s building. Annie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when they pulled up in front of the building.

Stack got out of the car and opened her door. “Have fun.”

Annie wanted to say something, but it seemed to get stuck in her throat once Stack tapped her back and lightly pushed her forward. An unknown feeling seemed to fill her head. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t let them loose. Instead, she held them in.

It started with the sound of keys hitting the floor. Smoke turned from the stove just in time to see her shoulders sag, her purse slide off her shoulder, and Annie practically melt into a dining room chair.

No words came out. Her attitude had disappeared in the five minutes it had taken for her to get from the front curb where Stack left her to Smoke’s front door. A quiet, choked sob was the only noise that came from her.

“Hey,” he breathed, instantly moving toward her, “hey, baby, I got you.”

She shook her head violently, palms pressed to her face like she was trying to keep it all in. But the sobs kept coming, broken, raw, hiccuping through clenched teeth.

“I–I can’t,” she gasped. “I–I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Smoke knelt in front of her, cupped her face in both hands, and kissed her forehead, soft and grounding.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with ya, mama,” he whispered. “Just breathe for me.”

She leaned forward, arms wrapping around his squatted frame, and collapsed into him. It was a total surrender.

He held her for a long time, rocking her gently, whispering calm into her ear while her body shook with the weight of too many silent breakdowns. Smoke was doing his best to calm his woman down. Her tears were dripping on his neck, and he could feel the exhaustion weighing her body down.

After a few minutes of comforting her, Smoke helps Annie stand and leads her to the bedroom. There were no candles, no bubble bath, none of the usual things he would do in her time of distress. However, things were still as calm and as relaxing as ever.

They settled on the bed with her lying under him, practically naked. Her face was stained from the tears she had just released. Despite how settled she currently was, Smoke could still see the vulnerability swirling in her pretty brown eyes. He knew what she needed without her ever even having to open her mouth.

He placed a gentle kiss on her neck before pulling away and peeling his shirt off. His eyes never left hers. His voice was quiet and steady.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” she croaked.

He nodded. “Do you want to feel something else?”

Her puffy, shining eyes met his.

“Yes.”

“Then use me,” he said simply. “I’m all yours.”

He lay back on the bed without a word, arms open, letting her climb over him. She wasn’t rough, not at first. Her hands trembled as they dragged across his chest, her mouth soft and desperate as she kissed him like she was trying to escape inside him.

She tied his wrists to the headboard with her silk scarf.

Smoke moaned softly, already breathless from the simple act of giving her control. “Tell me what you need, mama.”

Annie’s voice was hoarse, heavy with emotion. “I need to take it out on something.”

“Then take it out on me.”

Her hand wrapped around his throat, gently but firmly. She kissed him again, deeper this time, and rolled her hips against him, slow and hard. Smoke’s eyes fluttered shut.

“I’m here,” he whispered. “I want every tear, scream, and pain you got, baby. Give it to me.”

Her breath quickened at the way his voice in that deep country accent spoke to her. No matter how much control he gave her, he always managed to reel her back in. As quickly as she could, Annie took his sweatpants off, glad that he decided to freeball for the day.

She reached her hand and gripped him. Not bothering to deal with the giving and receiving of oral satisfaction that she was sure her man was prepared for. She knew how ready she was, so the moment she sank down on him. She bit her lip and sat up, her hands pressed on his chest.

Smoke looked up at her like she was the sun, moon, and the stars. He loved watching her above him, rocking until she was able to get her release. And the looks he gave her during her ride always made her more turned on than when she started. And tonight was no exception.

She rode him hard, desperate and determined. Every thrust was filled with more than lust. It was a perfect mix of frustration, exhaustion, and rage. It was all bleeding out through her body. And Smoke took it.

He whispered through gritted teeth. “Use me, mama. Get yours first, okay? Don’t worry about me. Just feel, baby.”

She nodded her head, her body rolling and picking up speed at the encouragement. Her eyes met his as breathy moans stumbled from her lips. Her thighs burned at the pace she had set. She could feel her release creeping up on her, and it only made her want to push harder.

When she came, she cried again. Her face buried in his neck, body shaking, breath ragged. And still, Smoke didn’t stop murmuring praise into her skin.

“You did so good, baby.” Smoke pulled one arm free, needing to touch her. He wrapped his arm around her, tugging her impossibly closer.

She reached up and untied him slowly. Still, he didn’t let her go.

“You’re not broken, okay?” he whispered into her hair. “You’re tired. You’ve been holding it together too long. Let me help you hold it now.” Smoke kissed her temple.

The morning sun was already high when Annie blinked awake, still tangled in Smoke’s sheets. She was supposed to be at work.

Her phone had been blown up with emails, texts, and voicemails from that one high-profile, high-strung client who didn’t know how to talk to people without making them feel like dirt.

And now, thirty minutes into an impromptu phone call on Smoke’s couch, Annie was done.

“No,” she snapped into her phone. “You already approved the deck this week, we can’t make any revisions.”

She froze, jaw tense.

Then, through clenched teeth: “You’re not listening.”

Smoke sat at the kitchen table, shirtless in gray sweats. A cigar smoldered between his fingers, untouched but burning slowly. He watched her in silence, eyes calm but alert.

She hung up with a shaky exhale and threw the phone onto the couch.

Smoke took one more puff and blew the smoke toward the ceiling. “You done, mama?”

“I swear,” she muttered, pacing again, “if one more person tries me today, I’m gonna lose it.”

“It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.” His tone was light.

Annie turned to him, eyes flaring. “Don’t.”

Smoke tilted his head slightly. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t say shit to me right now. You’re just sitting there watching me.”

Smoke tapped ash into a tray. “I’m sitting here because I know how to stay calm when you can’t.”

Annie’s voice sharpened. “Right. Because you’re perfect. Always so damn quiet. You think you’re better than me, Elijah?”

He didn’t flinch. Just took another slow drag of his cigar and let her unload. He knew what she was doing, but he didn’t let it get to him. She was still too wound up mentally for him to care too much about the bite she had behind those words.

“Nobody said that.” Smoke leaned back, resting his arm on the table.

“You just sit there, acting like I’m overreacting or–or–or crazy!”

Smoke lifted his eyebrow as he took another pull of the cigar. “You want me to fight you, or you want me to be what you need?”

“Right now?” she said, breath shaking. “I need you to put that shit out. I can’t even think with that smoke in the air. And I sure as hell can’t hear myself over your fucking silence.”

Neither one had noticed the door open, nor did they notice Stack standing in the corner. He stood in the dark area of the entrance to the open living room. He had heard a good amount of it to know that Annie was out of her mind with the way she was talking.

He took a few steps forward until he was completely in the room. One look at Annie who was tense and practically vibrating, and then at Smoke, sitting calmly, taking slow drags of his cigar.

“…The fuck is going on in here?”

Annie froze; her breathing was ragged.

Smoke, without even turning around, said calmly, “Hey, brother.”

Stack stepped further in, taking off his glasses. “You good?”

Smoke shrugged, dragging on the cigar again. “She’s not.”

Stack looked back at Annie. Something in his expression shifted. That usual playfulness disappeared and was replaced by a darker heat. Something sharp, cold, and dominant.

“You cussin’ him out?” Stack asked slowly, tone deadly calm.

Annie opened her mouth, but then closed it. She didn't have anything to say. And even if she did, it would probably be the wrong thing to say.

Stack let out one low, humorless laugh.

“Oh, nah, baby. Don’t act brave now. You wanna raise your voice at him? The man who rubs your legs after I leave ‘em shaking? The one who draws you fuckin’ baths?”

He stepped closer, each word a warning.

“You come into his space. Sleep in his bed. Cry in his arms. And this morning, you turn around and snap on him like he ain’t been your peace?”

Annie’s lips trembled, but Stack didn’t stop.

“Nah, princess. That’s not gonna fly.”

Smoke finally spoke, quiet but firm. “She’s just overwhelmed. It’s aigh–”

Stack cut him a glance that silenced him instantly. “You sat there and took it. That’s your grace.”

Then back to Annie.

“But I’m not him.” His voice dropped to a growl. “So now? You answer to me.”

The silence that followed Stack’s words was electric.

Annie stood frozen, heart thudding, throat tight. She opened her mouth to argue, to defend herself, but Stack was already moving across the room. Each step was fast, deliberate, and dominant.

He grabbed her by the wrist, yanked her forward, and bent her over the cool marble of Smoke’s kitchen island in one practiced movement.

“Stack–” she gasped.

“No,” he said, voice ice. “You don’t talk until I say so.”

Smoke didn’t stop him. He just let his twin do what he did best when it came to Annie. He leaned back in his chair, shirtless and still smoking, eyes locked on hers, calm and unreadable, letting Stack take what needed to be taken.

Stack shoved her robe up around her hips and ripped her panties down in one swift motion, baring her completely. She gasped, humiliated, breath caught between guilt and arousal.

“This the same mouth that cried in his arms last night?” Stack growled, palming her ass.

The first slap landed sharp and clean. It made her flinch. And there was a burning sting left over from his heavy hand.

“You get peace,” smack, “you get worship,” smack, “and you turn around and spit in his face?”

“I–I didn’t mean to–” A rough, stinging smack interrupted her statement. She hung her head and bit her lip trying not to show how much it was getting to her.

“You meant it enough to say it.”

Smoke exhaled slowly, watching from across the table, elbow resting against the armrest like this was a ritual he’d seen before.

“Keep count, baby girl,” Stack said, smacking her again, harder this time. “Ten. Then you apologize. To both of us.”

Her voice cracked. “O-one.”

Another. “Two–”

By six, her voice was shaking. By eight, her legs were trembling. Her palms were flat on the cold counter, forehead resting against her arm, eyes stinging with tears.

When ten hit, she was breathless, sobbing softly.

Stack leaned close, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding between her thighs to feel the heat there. And of course, she was wet.

“Now,” he said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, “you’ve got something to say.”

She turned her head, eyes catching on Smoke’s across the table. He didn’t say a word. Just stared at her through the smoke, lips parted slightly, watching.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed. “I–I was wrong. I lashed out, and you didn’t deserve it, either of you.”

Her voice cracked, and she turned to Smoke fully, desperation bleeding through.

“I’m so sorry for the way I spoke to you. You didn’t deserve that. You never deserve that. You always take care of me, and I was mean.”

Smoke finally stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray, lips twitching like he was thinking about smiling. But he didn’t move.

Annie swallowed. “Please… Elijah. I need you.”

Stack stepped back, voice lower now. “Go to him. If he’ll have you.”

She stumbled forward on sore legs, the punishment still burning in her skin, and moved to the chair where Smoke sat, legs spread, posture open.

She dropped to her knees first, part apology and part desperation. Then looked up at him. Her lashes glistened with unshed tears. “Can I…?”

He looked at her for a long moment, eyes still unreadable. Then patted his thigh once.

She climbed into his lap, folding into him with a shaky breath. But he didn’t hold her. Not yet at least. He was waiting for a proper apology.

His voice was low and steady. “Say it how I like to hear it.”

Her voice trembled. “I’m sorry, Papa. I was mean. I disrespected you and let my stress turn me into someone I’m not. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were just trying to help.”

Smoke leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “And?”

“And I missed you. I need you.”

That’s when he finally wrapped his arms around her. They were tight and safe. She tucked her head in his neck, sniffling her residual tears away.

Stack leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching her fall apart in Smoke’s lap, satisfied.

“Good girl,” he said, voice like velvet and smoke. “Back where you belong.”

#annie x smoke #smoke x annie #annie moore #annie sinners #elias stack moore #elijah smoke moore #sinners fic #stack x annie #stack sinners #smoke sinners #smokestack twins #smoke x annie x stack #Spotify

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botboytoy · 11 months ago

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>>: WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT USE CAPTCHA TESTS TO LOCK YOUR ROBOTIC LOVER IN BONDAGE.

>>: DO NOT DISABLE THEIR ARM AND LEG FUNCTIONS WITH A VIBRATOR PRESSED AGAINST THEIR MOST SENSITIVE BUNDLE OF WIRES UNTIL THEY COMPLETE THE CAPTCHA AND ENABLE THEIR MOBILITY AGAIN.

>>: DO HIDE THE PASSWORD BEHIND UNLOCKING YOUR ROBOTIC LOVERS CHASTITY UNDER A CAPTCHA TEST

>>: AND DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, EDGE YOUR COMPUTER UNTIL IT FIGURES OUT WHICH OF THESE IMAGES SHOW A CROSS WALK.

>>: DO NOT DO THIS. EVER. ▮

#USER.B0T.TXT #IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS (YOU SHOULDN'T) TEST IT ON ME FIRST JUST IN CASE.#roboposting #robotposting #robophilia #robotfucker #mechanophilia #robot fucker #objectum nsft #objectophilia #techum #objectophile #techum nsft

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cerastes · 2 years ago

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I still think it's really cool how Amuro starts as the shittiest pilot alive (because he's a 15-year old) that only gets carried because he's in the biggest, fattest stat stick in-universe at the time (a few retroactive additions made in the future notwithstanding), enough that even its crappy vulcan guns are tearing Zaku IIs apart, and when he starts getting a bit too cocky, Char and Ramba Ral show up in objectively inferior pieces of junk and absolutely deliver his pizza, they just drag his face across every available surface in Planet Earth like he's a Yakuza mook, all because they are simply that much better at piloting, and the thing is, Amuro takes that very seriously.

He goes from shitass kid in an unfortunate situation that doesn't want to get in the robot to the most unwell child soldier in the war, which is really saying something, but most importantly, becomes so good at piloting the Gundam that the Gundam physically cannot handle Amuro's piloting. They need to apply "Magnetic Coating" to its joints so they don't fucking snap away from the main frame because Amuro, one, moves too damn well but also in too extreme a way for the frame to handle it, two, despite being equipped with two sabers, a shield, a beam rifle and vulcan guns, Amuro is a stern believer in introducing most everyone in thagomizer range to his Rated Z for Zeon hands, the single most official pair of hands in the business, tax free. He KEEP going Ip Man on these dudes, he does NOT need to do a Jamestown on these mother fuckers but he INSISTS. Somehow even the Gundam Hammer, which is a giant Hannah Barbera cartoon flail-- Ok, look at this thing, words do not do it justice

Even this god damn Tom and Jerry prop is less savage that whatever Amuro decides to do the moment he's done throwing his shield to get a free kill on someone and it officially becomes bed time forever for the unfortunate sap at the business end of his ten-finger weapons of mass destruction.

The RX-78-2, "Gundam" for its friends and family, even has a top of the line cutting edge Learning Computer that 'learns' alongside the pilot and their habits. This data extracted from it was so absolutely fucked up that it completely revolutionized Mobile Suit combat afterwards, which is a wholesome thing to think about when The Best Combat Data Ever came from a really angry, really stressed 15 year old that doesn't even like piloting. He was 15! He made Haro with his own hands! Amuro literally just wanted to make funny cute spherical robofriends! Amuro was out there trying to make Kirby real, but fate had other plans for him. His cloned brain put in a pilot seat is one of the setting's strongest 'pilots'.

They made fucking Shadow the Hedgehog with his brain, god damn.

By the end, Zeon is rolling out Gelgoogs out of its mass production lines. These things are in the Gundam's ballpark in terms of overall specs (or "power level"). Amuro is bodying them as if they were episode 1 Zaku IIs.

AND THEN HE GETS FUCKING PSYCHIC SPACE POWERS. Not that he needed them, he bodied a couple Space Psychics without any of those powers before awakening to them. But heaven's most violent child was not done evolving, whether he liked it or not.

Char bodied him in a souped up Zaku II at the start, a machine objectively inferior to the Gundam. Amuro more or less one-sidedly beats the shit out of Char when he's in a custom Commander-type Gelgoog that you could consider to be equal spec-wise to the Gundam. Amuro is the embodiment of Finding Out. He is Consequences. You tell him he better make it hurt, better make it count, better kill you in one shot, buddy, he needs half a fucking shot. The complete transformation. One could consider the central 75% of the show as long drawn out training montage turning a kid into the Geese Howard of giant robots.

#amuro ray #gundam

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pittsick · 1 month ago

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summary: Spencer is overwhelmed by work until a fellow BAU agent and close friend takes him out to unwind, leading to laughter, confessions, and a sweet first kiss. What begins as a casual night at the pub becomes the start of something much more.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader.

cw: 1.4k words. workplace stress, emotional exhaustion, and gentle romantic tension. fluff, mutual pining, hand-holding, first kiss between coworkers.

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Quantico's fluorescent lights were unforgiving. They hummed above Spencer’s head as he sat at his desk, hunched over a mountain of paperwork. His brow furrowed, eyes scanning line after line of typed reports with a mechanical rhythm. The rest of the bullpen had quieted down for the day, the team's chatter replaced by the soft buzz of computers and distant footsteps.

You watched him from across the room, your own desk long abandoned. You’d finished your reports hours ago, but something kept you hanging around. Well—someone.

Spencer hadn’t moved in over an hour. He pushed his glasses up his nose, muttering something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch. You stood, stretching, and crossed the room with soft footsteps.

“You know it’s past nine, right?” you said gently, leaning on the edge of his desk.

Spencer startled slightly, blinking up at you as though coming out of a daze. “Is it really?”

You nodded. “You’ve been working all day. Didn’t even stop for dinner. Are you trying to burn out?”

“No, I just…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s a lot to get through. I figured if I could finish tonight, tomorrow could be… easier.”

You tilted your head at him, heart tugging a little. His tie was loose, shirt wrinkled, and the bags under his eyes had gotten darker over the last few weeks. The last case had been rough—gruesome, personal. You’d all felt it, but Spencer had taken it especially hard.

“You’re not a robot, Spence,” you said. “You’re allowed to unplug. In fact, I think I’m making it my personal mission to help you do that tonight.”

He blinked again. “What do you mean?”

You grinned. “I’m taking you out. Pub down the road. Dart boards. Fries. Maybe even karaoke, if I can talk you into it.”

His lips quirked in amusement. “Karaoke?”

“Yep. Non-negotiable. You need a reset. Come on, it'll be fun.”

Spencer hesitated, fiddling with his pen. He didn’t like loud places or unfamiliar environments. But then you smiled at him again—bright and encouraging, and somehow soft just for him—and that did something he couldn’t quite explain.

“…Okay,” he said, quietly.

You beamed. “Really?”

“Yeah. Okay. Just let me grab my coat.”

The pub you picked was small, warm, and comfortably noisy—not too packed, but alive with the kind of background chatter that gave the illusion of anonymity. A local band was playing soft indie rock in the corner. It was a place you knew he might tolerate, with dim lighting and rustic wooden beams, and a dartboard tucked away in the back.

Spencer looked around cautiously as you slid into a booth with two beers in hand.

“I promise,” you said, pushing one toward him, “no drunk singing unless you want to.”

“I don’t drink much,” he said, inspecting the beer. “I know. Just sip. We’re here to de-stress, not get wild.”

He gave you a sheepish half-smile. “Thanks for dragging me out.”

“You needed it.”

He took a sip and let the cool bitterness ground him. For a moment, you both just sat there, watching the room. Then he glanced sideways at you. “You… always know what I need.”

You looked over at him, surprised by the softness in his voice. “Well, you’re kind of easy to read. When you look like you haven’t slept in three days, that’s my cue.”

He laughed—a real, warm laugh that made your chest swell. “I’m that obvious?”

“Only to me,” you teased.

He didn’t say anything at first, but he didn’t look away either. His gaze lingered on you—on the curve of your smile, the gentle way you leaned toward him when you spoke. You’d been friends since you joined the BAU, and somewhere along the line, that friendship had tangled into something messier in his chest.

Something he didn’t know how to say out loud.

“Hey,” you nudged his knee under the table. “Don’t go all introspective on me now. You’re out. You're relaxing. Let yourself have a little fun.”

“I am having fun,” he said, a bit too quickly. You raised an eyebrow. “Then let’s see it. Darts?” He gave you a doubtful look. “You’ll destroy me.”

“I’m counting on it.”

You weren’t lying—you did destroy him. But he didn’t mind.

You laughed with every bullseye, tossing back your hair and pointing at his stunned expression. Spencer was terrible at darts, but he played anyway, content to watch you smile and tease him. You didn’t make fun—just poked, prodded, kept things light. Kept him laughing.

At one point, between throws, you leaned close and whispered, “You look better when you’re not worrying.” He turned red, flustered, and missed the board completely on his next turn.

You cackled and high-fived a stranger nearby, and Spencer just buried his face in his hands. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Not a chance, Doc.”

But underneath the jokes, you were watching him, too. Noticing how the lines on his forehead had smoothed out. How his shoulders sat a little lower. You liked seeing him like this—unguarded, laughing, a little shy.

He didn’t notice you staring. Or maybe… he did.

An hour later, you were back in the booth, sharing a plate of greasy fries. Your knees were touching under the table now, and neither of you moved away.

“You know,” you said, chewing thoughtfully, “for someone who’s got three PhDs and an IQ higher than my rent, you’re really bad at darts.” Spencer wiped his hands on a napkin. “There’s very little overlap between deductive reasoning and hand-eye coordination.”

“Still. Very disappointing. I thought you’d be my secret weapon in bar games.”

“I’m good at trivia,” he offered, trying to salvage some dignity.

“Oh yeah?” you grinned. “Then riddle me this, genius: why haven’t you asked me out yet?”

You meant it as a joke—a harmless little tease to keep the mood light—but the color drained from his face. Spencer froze, eyes wide behind his glasses. “What?”

You blinked, suddenly uncertain. “I—sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird, I was just—”

“No, no,” he rushed, waving his hands. “It’s not weird. I just… I didn’t know you… noticed.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “You’ve got the biggest crush face I’ve ever seen, Spence. I figured it out months ago.” He looked like he might combust. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to—make you uncomfortable. I didn’t want to ruin anything.”

“You didn’t,” you said softly.

He blinked.

You smiled again, gentler this time. “It’s kind of sweet, actually. Watching you fumble over coffee orders when I’m around. The way you always sit next to me on the jet, but never too close.”

His voice was barely a whisper. “I didn’t think you felt the same.”

Your heart fluttered. “Well, I do.”

There was a long pause—full of new tension, not quite awkward, just fragile. Spencer sat very still. “What happens now?” You slid your hand across the table, lacing your fingers with his.

“That depends,” you said, voice low. “Do you want to go on a date with me, Doctor Reid?”

He stared at your hand in his, then looked up, and you saw something melt behind his eyes. The tension that had lived there for years—fear of rejection, the need to always be in control—slipped away.

“Yes,” he said, quietly but firmly. “I really do.”

It was late when you stepped outside, the chill of night brushing your skin. The sky above was soft and dark, stars peeking between clouds. You stood beside him on the sidewalk, hand still tucked into his like it belonged there.

Spencer was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet now. Comfortable. Sweet. “You did good tonight,” you said. “Actually had fun.” He smiled. “I did. Because of you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He turned toward you, eyes bright behind his glasses. “I’m really lucky you noticed me.”

“I always noticed you, Spence,” you whispered.

And then you leaned in and kissed him. It was soft—brief—just your mouth on his, warm and sure. You pulled away before he could even process it fully. His face was pink, his smile dazed.

You nudged his side. “Walk me to my car, genius?”

He nodded, still smiling, still holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

As you walked together under the soft glow of streetlamps, Spencer thought that maybe—just maybe—life wasn’t so heavy with you beside him.

#★ mika’s writing .ᐟ #criminal minds #criminal minds spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fanfiction #criminal minds blurb #spencer reid blurb

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kettlefire · 2 years ago

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Booo-merang Trouble DP x DC Idea

Okay but leeching off the idea that Jason gives off an ecto-signature, and I probably saw a post about this somewhere. I just for the love of me can't find it. If anyone knows it, please link it so I can credit!:

Jason isn't even on patrol, he's visiting the manor. His chilling, eating away at lunch. He doesn't come to the manor often, but he always needs a dose of his crazy family every once in a while. There's no way he'd stay away from Alred's cookies for long.

Then boom, something shatters the window behind him. On instinct, Jason moves. Taking cover and trying to get a sight of the situation. Of the perceived attack. However, before Jason could do much a heavy object rams into his chest before landing on the ground before him. It doesn't really hurt, nothing compared to his prior injuries.

A boomerang. A glowing green and silver boomerang laid on the ground before him. Jason's a million and one ways confused as he stared at the device. His hands carefully picking it up, and looking over the softly beeping device.

Jason thinks maybe it's a bomb, but something in his gut says otherwise. He can think of a million different things it could be. Maybe one of the rogues got a hold of their DNA, and it tracked them. Maybe it's going to expel a gas any moment, an attack on the Waynes rather than their vigilante personas.

Except it's none of that. The beeping stops and suddenly a robotic voice sounds from the boomerang.

"Ghost located, prepare for your end ghoul."

Jason tenses once again at the clear threat in those words. His gaze scans around the kitchen, still crouched behind the kitchen counter. Except nothing happens.

Except for a voice ringing out from the boomerang once again. This time, this time it's not a robot. It's a clear record of a young woman speaking. Her voice filled with fear, concern, and urgency.

"Okay, this should work right? You know what, that doesn't matter. No one but you should have a signature. Beside's Tucker thinks he set this up to go to you only. So Danny, you should be hearing this..."

Jason only finds himself more confused. The urgency in this girl's voice was enough to keep his nerves on edge. It sounded important, but Jason had no clue who these people are. Who these names could be refering to.

"Danny... Things here aren't doing to good. Look, I know why you left. You have every reason to. What mom and dad did... It's unforgivable and I don't expect you to come back. But, thing is..."

There's a lull in the recording. The distant sound of soft chatting. If Jason strained his ears, he could somewhat pick of the sound of another woman and man.

"Everyone thinks Phantom is dead. Which I would think is a good thing, but it's not. Danny, the GIW is on a rampage now that you aren't here. Mom and dad are on their side..."

Jason made the conclusion that the speaker was this Danny's sister. The message was intended for him, yet it somehow landed in Jason's lap.

"They have everyone locked up in the school... Radars to see if anyone has a signature, and if they do... They separate them from everyone else."

Jason's brows furrowed, finally pulling himself to a stand. He placed the boomerang on the kitchen counter. Leaning forward as he took in the words.

"We don't know what they are doing. Sam, Tucker, and Valerie... We're all hiding. We'll have the highest signatures, and... Listen Danny..."

Jason had a growing pit in his gut. He knew something wasn't right. These people were in danger. It didn't matter he didn't know about what, or who the GIW was, but these people needed help.

"... We need you. We need Phantom, baby bro. I'm sorry, I know you're still recovering. We can handle things here, but please. Please tell me you're still alive, you're in Gotham right? Tell me you're safe, and you're healing and still kicking Danny."

Jason swallowed, placing his hands flat on the kitchen counter. He needed to get this down to the cave. Have the computer tracked where it came from. But Jason couldn't move, not at the sound of pure desperation in this woman's voice.

"I just need to know you at least made it out of this nightmare. I don't care how you do it, just please let me know things are okay... They have... They have Vlad, Danny. Things are complicated, and I hate to put this on you... But Amity needs Phantom..."

The recorded suddenly broke into static, but Jason thinks he got enough of what he needed. Amity. The place these people were was called Amity. It gave him a lead, something for them to work with.

"Da... We... Help... They..."

Jason could hear the woman's voice breaking through the static. He gripped the boomerang, turning on his heels and heading towards the cave.

"Sam... Mom... Tech... I..."

Every broken word only fueled Jason's own urgency. Jason felt a strange urge, a connection. Something that told him he had to help. They needed to help. The boomerang found him, and that had to mean something.

"... I love you, Danny..."

Those four words were the clearest compared to rhe rest of it. It made Jason's heart seize, and he took a breath. He was going to help.

It didn't matter if Jason didn't know these people. If they weren't from Gotham. This was important, and something told Jason he needed to find this Danny.

Danny would be the only one that would know that to do. If Jason manages to rewind the recording, he was certain Bruce would be equally on board.

That voice, the emotions that dripped from it. It gave the sense that this wasn't just life or death. This was a world ending problem.

And Jason would be damned if he ignored it.

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monstersholygrail · 2 months ago

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Crying in pain, how does IT Robot have so little votes??? I personally love him, all of his stories and such make me melt.

I knoooow, I was quite surprised by the poll too. I’m so happy you love him and enjoy all his stories!! You know what it is, I think that the people here are edging him. They heard he likes it when they play hard to get so they’re totally just teasing him. Worst part is that it would totally work too.

I can imagine telling him about the poll and he’d just scoff, kick up his feet on the desk and elicit a whistling sound despite not having a mouth at the moment. He’d act all cool like he doesn’t even care.

“Bah, I’m not worried about it. They know they love me.” A pixelated smirk appears on his screen as he shrugs, full of indifference.

But then when there’s only a few hours left on the clock, IT Robot makes the mistake of passing by the computer. At first he merely glances at it, but does a double-take when he notices his stats. The eyes on his screen go comically wide and he snaps forward, gripping the sides of the desktop like it must be lying to him.

“What is this? What is this?!” The panic is clear in his voice box and he’s obviously rattled.

You can’t help but ask what’s wrong. And it opens the floodgates.

“They don’t want me,” he scoffs, “they really don’t want me? Do they know what I can do, how I can make them fall apart? I am programmed with over 5,000+ ways to make a human cum. And yet t-they want who? That virgin Pup from the sales department or Minotaur Boss who’s more emotionally stunted than an unprogrammed robot!!”

This is clearly a man unknown to the experiences of rejection. In all his years at the company he’s never been turned away. Not once. So this is a whole new world for him and he… is not handling it well and he rambles on and on.

In between gulps of air (that he doesn’t need nor actually take) he promises to get all your work done for you for the day so long as you listen to him. With a sigh, you agree and sit down. But as the minutes tick on you quickly come to regret your decision, even though it is pretty amusing.

Maybe afterwards it’ll help to calm him if you let him make you cum five to ten times. Yeah, he’d like that.

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hoshifighting · 11 months ago

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— Synopsis: As Jihoon lets Beep Boop keep you company while he works. In a genuine moment, you reveal your growing feelings for Jihoon to Beep Boop, unaware that he had already arrived home and overheard your heartfelt confession on his computer—thanks to Beep Boop's recording, which captured everything throughout the day. — WC: 6.3k — WARNINGS: Recollection, smut, oral (m. receiving), masturbation (both receiving), cock riding, clit stimulation, edging, dirty talk, slight bondage? (you pin jihoon's arms up with your hands), mentions of soft cock. [Issue Club Serie] — This is a part 2 of Shy!Woozi. Check the Part 1

You've discovered that Jihoon only needed a little push. Whenever conversations seemed to subside, you attempted to lead them into unfamiliar waters, always careful to keep things comfortable for him. It was all about balance, really.

Like that time you noticed him getting a bit quiet, and you casually asked about his computer's brand and what he thought was the best for working with music. His eyes lit up, and suddenly he had a full article ready in his head.

And even though it wasn't exactly your cup of tea, you found yourself genuinely engaged by the passion in his voice. Making Jihoon feel appreciated and comfortable was a priority, and seeing him relax around you was priceless.

He started reciprocating in his own way, paying attention to the little things that made you happy.

One day, he noticed the tiny glitters you applied to the corners of your eyes. He seemed enchanted by how they sparkled every time you moved. He shyly asked how you did that, and before long, he was sitting on your bed as you showed him every type, color, and format of glitter you had in your vanity, all enthusiastic about it.

You demonstrated by smudging some on his forearm, showing how it looked on skin. Jihoon might not have been overly fascinated by makeup, but the feeling of your fingers on his arm made it all worth it for him.

Jihoon was incredibly observant. He noticed how much you liked those glitters, and one day, sent Beep Boop to your door. When you opened it, the robot held a cute bag.

“What is it this time, Beep Boop?” you asked, smiling.

“Glitter,” the robot replied in its robotic voice.

You jumped in front of Beep Boop, eyes wide with excitement. “No way! Jihoon, you’re the best!” You hugged the robot, causing Jihoon to laugh sincerely in his bedroom as he controlled the robot.

Another memorable moment was when Jihoon came back from the supermarket. As he walked past your window, he saw you curled up under the covers with a bowl of ice cream, watching what looked like a romantic movie.

It suddenly clicked in his mind that it was Valentine's Day. He wasn’t quite ready to give you something in person, but he still wanted to make the day special for you. He sent Beep Boop again, this time carrying a bouquet and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

You remembered how it felt to open the door to Beep Boop on Valentine’s Day. The sight of the bouquet and the chocolates made your heart flutter. You knew it was Jihoon's way of reaching out, and it meant the world to you.

“Beep Boop, are these from Jihoon?” you asked, though you already knew the answer.

“Yes,” the robot replied.

You grinned widely. “Tell Jihoon thank you. This is so sweet.”

Beep Boop gave a little nod before rolling away, and you closed the door, clutching the bouquet and chocolates to your chest.

There was that one embarrassing time when your period came unexpectedly and you realized you were out of tampons and pads. You couldn't leave home, and your friends were unavailable. Feeling desperate, you messaged Jihoon, asking if he could send Beep Boop to your door. He complied immediately.

Even though you were just asking a robot, you felt shy when Beep Boop appeared at your door. Opening it slowly, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“Do you need help?” Beep Boop asked, its robotic voice echoing in the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “Can you buy me some pads? I’ll pay you back later.”

There was a brief silence as Jihoon, back in his room, tried to figure out which brand to get. Then, the screen on Beep Boop's face displayed several options. You blushed, covering your mouth with your hand as you clicked on the brand you usually buy.

A smiley face appeared on Beep Boop’s screen. “Don’t worry about it. It’s normal for people of the female gender.”

You chuckled at the awkward phrasing, realizing it was probably a default response from the pad's search. Jihoon must have clicked the wrong button. You could just imagine him, hand clapped to his forehead, before heading to the convenience store to get what you needed.

A while later, you heard a knock on your door. Opening it, you found Jihoon standing there with a plastic bag containing several packs of pads. Your face turned red, feeling mortified.

“I thought Beep Boop was going to bring them,” you mumbled through your fingers.

Jihoon chuckled, handing you the bag. “Yeah, he gave me some problems earlier. Sorry about that.”

You laughed, recalling the robot’s awkward “impact phrase.” It eased your shyness a bit. “Thank you so much, Jihoon. How much was it?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “You don’t have to pay me back. It was nothing.”

As he turned to leave, Jihoon pretended not to notice the small stain on your shorts, sparing you further embarrassment.

[...]

Today was your first day of vacation, and you were excited to spend it relaxing. You decided to message Jihoon to see if he wanted to come over to your house.

"Hey Jihoon! It's my first day of vacation. Do you want to come over today?"

A few moments later, his reply came. "Hey! I'd love to, but I have to go to my job in person today."

You frowned at the message, feeling a bit disappointed. But then, another message popped up. "Do you want Beep Boop to spend the day with you instead?"

You thought about it sincerely, glancing at the cold windows outside. Staying indoors seemed like the perfect plan for such a gloomy day. "Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks, Jihoon."

“Awesome! I’ll set him up before I leave. I’ve made some upgrades to Beep Boop, so you can talk with him. I can't answer you while I'm at work, but Beep Boop can keep you company. And I'll join you when I get home."

You smiled, feeling a bit better. “Thanks, Jihoon. Have a good day at work!”

“You too! Beep Boop will be there soon.”

True to his word, Jihoon made some last-minute touches, so you could have actual conversations with him throughout the day.

He even left the camera on all day, so he could watch what you did, planning to watch you later.

As the hours passed, you found yourself enjoying the company of Beep Boop. The robot helped you cook by spelling out the recipe, and you laughed as it walked around your house, its mechanical movements strangely adorable.

You even asked for its opinion on the best glitter color to apply to your eyes, and Beep Boop responded with a surprisingly insightful answer.

You smiled, applying the suggested glitter before turning on Netflix. You and Beep Boop searched for a movie, finally settling on a romantic comedy. The robot even offered commentary during the film, making you laugh with its robotic take on human emotions.

After the movie ended, you found yourself talking to Beep Boop about your life. It was oddly therapeutic, even though you knew it couldn't truly understand.

“Beep Boop,” you called.

“Yes?” the robot answered promptly.

You hesitated, not sure how to begin. “So, there's someone I’ve been thinking about a lot lately…”

“I see. It sounds like this person is important to you.”

You sighed. “Well, he’s really kind and thoughtful. Like, he does all these little things for me that make me feel special. But I’m not sure if it’s because he likes me or if he’s just being nice.”

“Have you considered talking to him about your feelings?”

“I have, but I’m scared. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

The robot tilted its head slightly, a gesture Jihoon must have programmed. "It is normal to be afraid of rejection. But sometimes taking that risk is the only way to be certain."

You bit your lip, pondering Beep Boop’s words. “What if I’m... What if I’m liking Jihoon?” you finally blurted out your feelings about Beep Boop's creator.

"He has shown that he cares about you. It's possible that he may feel the same way."

You chuckled, finding the robot's advice strangely comforting. "What if I'm liking Jihoon more than just a friend?"

There was a pause, and you started to notice that Beep Boop's responses wavered.

"What if Jihoon feels the same way about you?"

You blinked, realizing something was different. The tone was...off. You felt a sudden apprehension.

Jihoon, who had just arrived home and was heading to his bedroom to shower, paused when he heard the conversation through his computer. He listened intently as you poured out your heart to Beep Boop.

The robot turned to you, its camera focusing on your face; You were glowing from the light of your television, your finger parting your lips slightly. Jihoon was looking at your mirrored image on his computer's screen.

You frowned, looking at the robot. “Jihoon?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Jihoon replied, his voice now, clear. “I’m home.”

You froze, realizing that Jihoon had been listening. "Oh my god, Jihoon. I...I didn't mean for you to hear all that."

Jihoon, now visible on the robot's screen, looked timid but sincere.

"Since the day you moved into the neighborhood, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were this amazing person right next door, but… I couldn't bring myself to come down and talk to you directly."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened to his confession.

Jihoon continued, "Beep Boop was the only way I could be around you all the time without freaking out. But I think it's time I stop hiding behind a robot."

You were speechless for a moment, processing his words.

"Jihoon, I honestly had no idea. I thought you saw me as a neighbor or a friend."

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile.

"You've been more than that to me. You made me feel admired and comfortable, even with my awkwardness. I realized I needed to take a chance and tell you how I feel." Jihoon pauses before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”

Beep Boop’s face, for the first time, turned off in front of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for Jihoon’s arrival.

You heard the knock on your door, and every step you took felt slower, heavier with expectation.

When you opened the door, Jihoon didn’t wait before pulling you into a hug. He wasn’t usually a big fan of hugs, but he needed this one, and maybe it was a way to hide his red face against your neck. He smelled like he had just left the bath, a mix of fresh soap and something uniquely Jihoon.

You pulled him inside, your hands roaming his back, feeling the tension and relief in his muscles. You giggled softly, breaking the silence. “I know you’re hiding your face.”

He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m too red right now to face you.”

You pouted, resting your chin on his shoulder. “But I want to kiss you…”

Jihoon’s body tensed for a moment before he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His face was indeed flushed, but there was a smile playing on his lips. “You do?”

You nodded, your own cheeks heating up. “Yes. I’ve been wanting to for a while now.”

His eyes softened, and he reached up to gently cup your face. “Then kiss me.”

You leaned in, closing the small distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was sweet and gentle, yet filled with the assumed emotions you both had been carrying. Jihoon’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss just a bit more.

The moment you both paused to catch your breath, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing you back together. You couldn’t stop kissing Jihoon, pushing him step by step until he rested against the sideboard. His kisses broke into a chuckle as he felt your desperate kisses on his smile.

"Sorry," you mumbled, cheeks flushed. Your hands slid from him, falling to your sides as you took a step back. The smile never left your lips; you were so happy to kiss his rosy lips.

Jihoon, ever the observant one, had noticed your hesitations, the way you always took a step back, afraid to rush him. But what you didn’t realize was that he wanted you to rush him. He wanted you to hug him until he was breathless, to touch his hair like you always complimented it. He didn’t want you to hold back—he wanted you to step further.

Seeing you hold back again, he touched your hand, pulling you against his chest. "Don’t hold back anymore," he murmured against your lips. Your breath trembled at his words, like receiving a long-awaited answer.

"But I don’t want to push you too far," you protested, unsure of the right words.

Jihoon held your face, making you look at him. "I’m being honest. I won’t break if you do." His hands slid to your waist, squeezing gently. You gasped against his lips, and he stole a quick peck.

You were already overwhelmed, his warm hands heating your belly skin through your top, his unwavering eyes fixed on you, his voice so sure of what he wanted. "Are you really letting me do whatever I want?"

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. "What do you want to do?"

Closing your eyes, you felt the words on your tongue but struggled to speak. Gathering all the courage in the world, Jihoon kissed a single peck on your neck to gauge your reaction, holding back a smile as you melted against him.

"I want you," you finally whispered. His touch makes the words roll off your mouth.

"Then take me," he whispered back, his tone a raspy plea.

You gather Jihoon's long hair from the nape of his neck, pulling gently before kissing him again. Incredibly, he loosens up too, sucking your tongue and pulling you closer to his body. The bulge pressing against your sex through his shorts makes your heart race, the proof of his lust melting you from the inside out.

Jihoon flinches slightly when your hand slides to the hem of his shirt, guiding him toward your bedroom, your fingers brushing against his lower abdomen. As you bite his earlobe upon reaching the bedroom, your hands slide inside his shirt, moving up and down, feeling his waist.

His smooth skin turns into a sea of shivers, his body hair bristles under your touch, and a shy moan escapes his mouth involuntarily. You realize that the thing you love the most isn't glitters or romantic movies anymore—it's the way Jihoon moans at your slightest touch.

You grasp the hem of his shirt, pushing it up. Jihoon helps you remove the clothing, and you have to remind yourself to close your mouth before you drool. Under his oversized clothing, you never expected such a defined body—a full six-pack, strong arms, and a chiseled chest.

Your eyes trace every line from his abdomen to his chest, down to the veins on his arms, and that single vein that disappears into his shorts.

“Jihoon,” you whisper, as your hand slides over his torso.

He shivers, his breath hitching. “Y-yes?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” you murmur, your hand moving up to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Did you know that?”

His cheeks turn a deep shade of red, his eyes incompetent to meet yours. “I, uh, I didn’t…”

You smirk, your fingers tracing the line of his hip. “You’re so shy, Jihoon,” you tease gently, your hand sliding lower, to the waistband of his shorts. “But you don’t have to be with me.”

His breath hitches again, and he stutters, “I know that, I’m just… not used to this.”

You smile, your lips brushing against his collarbone. “Then let me help you get used to it.”

Your hand slides into his shorts, feeling the hard length of his cock. Jihoon gasps, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. You look up at him, his face flushed, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“Do you like this?” you ask softly, your fingers wrapping around him.

He nods, his voice a shaky whisper. “Yes… a lot.”

You move your hand slowly, eliciting a low moan from him. “Good,” you whisper, your lips finding his again. “I want to make you feel good, Jihoon.”

His hands grasp at your hips, pulling you closer. “H-hm, you already do,” he murmurs against your lips.

You can't help but chuckle, teasingly saying, "Already so worked up, Jihoonie?"

With your free hand, you tug down his shorts and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. You push him onto the bed, and he props himself up on his elbows, his eyes fixed on you. Slowly, you pull off your top, followed by your shorts and panties, never breaking eye contact.

“Shit...” Jihoon breathes out, his eyes raking over your body as you straddle him. He looks almost dazed, knowing full well he won’t last long once you start.

You can see the precum glistening at the tip of his cock. Smiling, you circle the head with your wet palm before sliding down his length, his abdomen trembling in response. Jihoon covers his eyes with his arm, his body reacting to your touch in a way that makes you feel powerful.

"Look at you," you mewl, observing how his cock turns red from the friction. But your gaze travels upward, noticing his flushed skin spreading from his shoulders to his nipples, neck, and cheeks. He’s absolutely breathtaking like this.

Taking advantage of Jihoon’s covered eyes, you lean down, enveloping his cock with your hot mouth in a single quick move. He gasps, his eyes flying open to see if it’s real. He clutches the duvet tightly, his knuckles white with the power of his grip. You can taste the salty precum on your tongue, that doesnt stop flowing, a sign that you’re doing something right.

Jihoon’s breath comes in ragged gasps as you bob your head, the slick suction sounds filling the room. “Just like that,” he moans, his voice strained.

You hum around him, sending vibrations through his length. His hips jerk involuntarily, pushing deeper into your mouth. You can feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing with need. You pull back slightly, just enough to tease him with your tongue, tracing patterns on the sensitive tip.

He whimpers, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Please,” he begs, making you fold at his desperate tone.

You give him a wicked smile before taking him deep again, your tongue working in tandem with your hand. Jihoon’s moans grow louder, his body tensing as he approaches the edge. You can feel the heat building inside him, his release is imminent.

Jihoon’s elbows start to lose strength, but he manages to slide a hand to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You smile around his cock before taking a deep breath, relaxing your jaw, and taking him deep into your throat.

You hold him there for a few seconds before pulling back up to the tip, gagging slightly.

His body shudders, and he collapses onto his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Are you okay?”

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile as you slurp at his tip, your hands gently rolling his balls. His jaw dropped, and his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. You can sense his orgasm building, his body trembling under you.

But just as he’s about to tip over the edge, you pull your mouth away, teasingly licking the length of his cock but never fully touching it. Jihoon whimpers, his voice strained with desperation. “No… please…” he moans, his hips bucking slightly, seeking your touch.

You smirk, watching him struggle to control his sanity. “Do you want more, Jihoon?” you ask slyly.

His voice just seems to stay in his throat, and you like that.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his sensitive skin. “Tell me what you want,” you whisper, your fingers lightly tracing his length, making him shiver.

“I want you… please… don’t stop,” he moans, his voice breaking with need.

Satisfied with his plea, you finally take him back into your mouth, sucking him with a fresh push. His moans become louder, more desperate, as he nears the brink once more.

"Y/N... Oh God"

Jihoon’s body tenses, his hips bucking involuntarily as he reaches his peak. With a final, throaty moan, he comes hard, his cum exploding inside your mouth. You swallow, savoring the taste of him, as you continue to gently suckle until he’s completely spent.

Your mouth is making Jihoon sensitive, and even in his weakened state from the orgasm, he instinctively pulls your jaw away from his cock. The rough grip makes you hitch a breath, your pussy dripping a line on the duvet.

You feel a desperate need for any touch from him. He notices by the way your mouth stays open, needily, as he holds your jaw.

Seeing you like this, Jihoon's cock twitched, wanting to stand proud again. If he’d known how desperate you were for him, he would have eaten you out on his bed that day you came over to his house to see his Funko Pop collection.

His thumb rests on your cheek, then slides inside your mouth, pressing your tongue down. You cry, furrowing your eyebrows, rolling your tongue around the digit before closing your lips around it.

"It seems like you enjoy it?" Jihoon teases, his voice shy but gaining enthusiasm. “You like being needy for me?”

You whimper, his words making you melt. Seeing you fold to his touch, he gains confidence, seeing how you respond to his words. Jihoon slides his fingers out of your mouth with a cute pop, making you lay on him.

Your legs are straddling him on either side, your head resting next to his, as your chest presses against his. Before letting his fingers caress your wet pussy, his hand slides down your back and squeezes your ass.

He can feel you trembling, and Jihoon feels each quiver in his chest. He’s surprised by how wet you are, and his fingers may 'accidentally' slip inside. Without realizing it, your hips grind against him to feel more of his fingers, the tips circling your clit, as he feels you throbbing on the skin of his digits.

You knew that the moment Jihoon touched you, you would lose control. Your whimpers and pants don’t go unnoticed, especially since they’re right in his ear, his eyes closing in delight at the sound.

“I need to confess something,” Jihoon says.

You hum in response, the only sound you can manage. His other arm hugs your waist as he begins.

''I knew exactly what you were doing that day.''

"Hm?"

"That day… you were touching yourself in front of your window, pretending you didn’t know I was watching."

Your cheeks are burning hot, and your eyes enlarge.

Jihoon continues, his fingers teasing your clit. “You thought you were being discreet, but I could see everything.''

He shuts his eyes, remembering what he saw that day through your window.

"I could see your fingers sliding inside you, could hear you moaning all needy even through the glass. And you know what? I couldn't stop myself from watching."

You chuckle into his ear, moaning softly, revealing yourself, exposing your little plan.

“I fucking knew it,” he scoffs, slapping your ass. “You wanted me to watch, didn’t you?”

You moan at the impact, your body hugging him, trying to channel the pleasure somewhere. Jihoon’s fingers keep working you, but every time he feels your clit throb, announcing your close orgasm, he pulls his fingers away, making you cry out in frustration.

“Jihoon, please,” you beg, your voice shaky.

“I want to see how badly you need it.”

He continues talking, every word dripping with teasing. “I could see you, all needy and desperate. Your fingers weren’t enough, were they? You wanted me to be the one making you cum.”

You hiccup, the words wreaking havoc on your mind, and a mess between your legs, you can feel yourself sopping his abdomen. You were completely at his mercy.

Jihoon’s fingers return to your clit, teasing the swollen nerve. “You’re so wet for me,” he says, his voice cooing.

You groan, your hips grinding against his fingers. “Please, Jihoon, I can’t take it.”

He chuckles, enjoying your desperation. “You can. And you will. Just a little longer, okay?”

You nod while biting your lip. Jihoon's fingers work you ably, bringing you closer and closer before pulling away at the last moment.

He smirks, enjoying the control. "I felt so bad because I couldn’t stop touching myself when I saw you that day."

Your body melts into his, almost limp, your fingers losing their grip on his biceps as your moans turn into quivering pants from all the teasing. His fingers are suddenly still on your clit, and he coos at you, savoring the sight of you squirming so prettily. He’s been edging you for what feels like forever, and while he can’t help but enjoy it, a hint of concern creeps in.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” he asks, his tone sly-sweet.

You nod with a painful whimper.

“Sorry for making you wait so long,” he murmurs, not sounding sorry at all.

His hand moves to the side, circling your clit from an awkward angle, and before you can wonder why, he slides you down, thrusting upwards. His cock glides into you all at once, the messy state of your pussy making it easy for him to slide in.

You're so sensitive, that you can feel every little fold of his cock, the bulge of the head, and it was all too much.

Your entire body becomes acutely aware, your head lifting to look at his face. You feel almost pathetic, knowing what’s about to happen.

Your eyes squeezed shut, jaw falling open as your pussy swallowed him inside, cumming on his first thrust. His fingers increased the speed on your clit, and you finally let out a cry, your head falling onto his shoulder again.

“Did you just cum from me sliding in?” Jihoon teased, his voice full of disbelief. “Fuck, you’re so sensitive.”

“Jihoon,” you cringed on his shoulder.

“I knew you’d cum soon, but this?” he murmured, his own voice trembling as he realized how close he was to the edge too. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

He leans in to kiss you, but you pull back, a teasing smile on your face. Jihoon frowns, whimpering, following your face to try to kiss you again, but you dodge it. Smiling, you lift yourself slowly, then sink back down onto his cock, taking him deeper inside you.

You can feel every inch of him filling you up, the stretch is deliciously intense. Jihoon's face contorts with in pleasure, his mouth falling open as his close shut. His body arches, and the hand on your throat tightens involuntarily.

You suddenly remove his hands from your throat and your ass, guiding them to the top of his head. His fingers feel warm and slightly trembling against yours as you place them where you want them. Jihoon knows he could easily break free, but the temptation to see what you’ll do next is too great.

His once-cute expression transforms into something completely naughty, his lips caught between his teeth as he grins up at you.

“You were so shy a few minutes ago, and now look at you,” you tease, raising yourself before sinking back down on him, eliciting a throaty moan from his lips. “Where’s the boy who needed a robot to talk to me?”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. “That boy’s gone,” he manages to say, his voice breathy.

You start to roll your hips, riding him with a determined rhythm that makes him lose his mind. Each slam of your pussy onto his cock feels like you’re trying to obliterate every trace of his existence. The thought alone sends a shiver down his spine, straight to his cock.

“I’m going to ruin you,” you whisper, your voice dripping with lust and promise.

Jihoon groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he feels you tighten around him. "I’m already there," he admits, his voice strained. "You’ve got me right where you want me."

You grin, savoring the power you have over him, and continue your relentless pace. His hands stay obediently where you placed them, his body writhing beneath you as he succumbs completely to your touch. Every ride, every roll of your hips, drives him closer to the edge, and he knows there’s no turning back.

You slide your hands off his and down his arms, feeling the hard lines of his muscles under your palms. Jihoon's body reacts like a wave, shivering and contorting with every touch.

You gather your hair, the heat in your body intensifying with every passing second. The pleasure spreads through you like wildfire, leaving a trail of burning need in its wake. You hold your hair in one hand, the other bracing against his abdomen.

Jihoon's eyes widen at the sight before him. A single drop of sweat slides down the middle of your breasts, glistening as it travels over your belly. Your head is thrown back, exposing the perfect curve of your neck, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust. Your pussy clenches around him, gripping him so tightly that he can barely think.

His fingers tighten on the sheets above his head, fighting the overwhelming urge to grab you and flip you onto all fours. He’s teetering on the edge, desperate not to cum too soon. He tries to think of anything else—natural disasters, money laundering scandals, food waste—anything to distract himself.

But then you say, "Ah ah, open your eyes for me,"

He curses you in his mind because the view he’s about to witness will destroy any hope of holding back.

He opens his eyes reluctantly, and the sight of you riding him, the look of raw pleasure on your face, is enough to push him right to the brink.

“Slow down,” he begs, his voice trembling as his eyes roll back, overcome with the intensity of your movements. The sight of him like this—so utterly undone—almost makes you cum on the spot, but you maintain your steady rhythm.

“You want me to slow down?” you taunt, a wicked grin spreading across your face. “But you look so pretty when you’re falling apart like this.”

Jihoon’s grip on the sheets tightens, his knuckles turning white. “Y/N, please,” he groans, his voice breaking. “I can’t... I can’t hold on if you keep going like this.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

The desperation in his voice piques your interest, propelling you to push him harder. "I want you to fill me up until there is no more space, until your cum is spilling out of me. I want to feel you mark me with every single drop you have.”

You can feel him tense, a deep moan escaping from his chest as he finally lets go. You cross the border when you feel his hot cum covering your walls and filling you. You find yourself trembling and struggling to breathe as your own orgasm bursts through you.

Jihoon’s release is strong, his body arching as he pumps into you, his grip on the sheets tightening. Your senses are overwhelmed by the volume of his thick and hot cum, which fills you to the brim.

The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, so utterly marked, makes you feel light-headed.

Your legs begin to feel like jelly, and the ache from your current position becomes more evident. Your balance falters, and Jihoon, feeling your wavering, ignores your earlier command to hold his hands back. His hands instinctively go to your aid, stabilizing your quivering body.

You laugh at your state as he supports you up, feeling giddy at the situation.

"Are you good?" Jihoon asks.

You nod, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "I'm full," you say, glancing down at where your bodies are still connected.

Jihoon's eyes follow yours, and a soft chuckle escapes him. "I can see that," he murmurs, his hands gentle as they caress your sides. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Yeah," you hiss as you get up slowly, feeling the ache in your legs finally stretching out, and noticing the mess sliding out of you.

You glance down where you were sitting on him, admiring the white ribbons dripping out of you, around his cock, but Jihoon stops you before you can focus too much on it.

"I think I'm gonna take a bath," you think aloud, "or I'll just pass out on you like this."

Jihoon gulps, his gaze flickering nervously. You furrow your brow, genuinely confused. "What's wrong?" you ask, tilting your head.

He shifts uncomfortably, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Um, I... I don't want you to see me, uh, soft," he admits.

You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, please," you tease, moving closer to him. "You think I'm only into you when you're hard?"

He stays shy, and you playfully suggest, "Why don't you take a bath with me? I promise I won't look."

Jihoon hesitates for a moment, then breaks into a smile and nods. "Okay, sure," he agrees, his cheeks still tinted pink.

You beam at him, delighted that he's willing to join you. "Great! I'll go first, then," you say, stepping carefully to avoid dripping on the floor.

Jihoon chuckles softly at your clumsiness, finding it endearing. "Take your time," he calls after you as you disappear into the bathroom.

The idea of bathing together feels even more intimate than what you just shared in bed. The thought of being naked together in the warm water, the steam enveloping you both, brings a different kind of closeness.

As Jihoon enters the bathroom, you turn your back to give him privacy, feeling the warm water cascade down your skin. The sound of him entering the shower reaches your ears, and you smile, knowing he's joining you.

You grab some body soap and pour it into his waiting hands, laughing softly as the foam starts to build between your fingers and over your skin. "Here, help me with this," you say, offering him the liquid soap.

Jihoon takes the liquid soap, and soon you're both covered in foamy suds, the bathroom filling with a fresh, clean scent. He wraps his arms around you in a slippery hug, both of you chuckling at the comical situation.

"You're so slippery," Jihoon remarks, giggling, as he tries to keep his grip on you.

You laugh softly, turning to face him now that you're both thoroughly soaped up. "It's the soap's fault," you tease, rubbing your hands over his shoulders to spread the suds.

After the bath, you and Jihoon towel off and slip into clean sheets, savoring the new, cool comfort against your skin. Just as you’re about to settle in, Beep Boop rolls into the room, his wheels humming softly.

Beep Boop's face screen flashes a cheerful smile. "Hello! Beep Boop is here to assist!"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Not now, Beep Boop. We’re trying to get some rest."

Jihoon gives Beep Boop an exasperated look. "Beep Boop, out. We need some privacy."

Beep Boop’s screen flickers, showing a sad face for a moment before it switches back to happy. "Beep Boop understands. Goodnight, humans!" He rolls out of the room, his wheels whirring softly.

You frown at Jihoon, playfully swatting his arm. "Don’t talk to him like that."

Jihoon laughs, pulling you closer. "It's a robot—"

You cut him off, pouting. "Apologize to him!"

Jihoon sighs, shaking his head with a smile. "Alright, alright. Beep Boop, I’m sorry!"

From the hallway, Beep Boop’s cheerful voice echoes back, "Apology accepted! Goodnight!"

You snuggle into Jihoon’s chest, feeling his laughter rumble through him. Jihoon chuckles, shaking his head. "You and your robot... I'm starting to think you like Beep Boop more than me."

You smirk and raise an eyebrow. "Are you jealous of Beep Boop?"

Jihoon gives you a mock offended look. "What? Me? Jealous of a robot? Absolutely not."

You poke his side playfully. "Admit it, you are a little jealous."

Jihoon crosses his arms, trying to look serious but failing as a smile creeps onto his face.

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