#I have pool sex in an upcoming fic

[aemondsbabe]

Hour of the Owl

summary: there's only one thing you want for your nameday and your sweet husband is more than happy to let you have it

pairing: dom!harwin strong x sub!reader x switch!daemon targaryen

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors go away!), afab reader, reader is described as having some targaryen features (white hair, lilac eyes) but no other physical descriptors are mentioned, threesome, oral sex (f & m receiving), handjobs, piv sex, brief spitting, cum play, brief breeding kink, choking, spanking, daemon ignoring the rules, fingering, breast/nipple play, hair pulling, facesitting, very brief mention of miscarriage (world building only, does not directly affect the reader), praise kink, degradation, aftercare included, some fluff, "good cop/bad cop" trope, hair pulling, creampie, bi!daemon and harwin (they're at least experimenting asdfgh), daemon whimpering!!! i repeat, daemon whimpering!!!

word count: 11.8k (genuinely HOW)

a/n: this is dirty, y'all, i won't lie. this is filthy, filthy stuff. there's literally about 7.2k words of just pure smut here. gird your loins, this one is a wild ride. godspeed.

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A soft breeze blows through the sheer curtains of your chambers, filling the room with the scent of the sweet smelling flowers your older sister had planted in the gardens of the Red Keep a few moons prior. You busy yourself with removing the countless delicate golden pins your ladies had stuck in your hair that morning, silvery hair pooling around your shoulders as you undo braid after braid. Finally, you run your fingers through the last one, lost in thought as you walk out onto your balcony, your feet bare against the cool stone floors. 

You sigh as you lean against a stone ledge, looking out over the many fires and torches that light Kings Landing each night, spread out below the Red Keep like a field of stars. You say a quick prayer to the Mother as you gaze at the moon, praying for your sister’s safety during her pregnancy; praying that this one would carry to term and that the Seven would bless your sweet niece Rhaenyra with a little brother or sister. 

You smile as you hear the heavy wooden door to your chamber opening, practically skipping to the door as Harwin slips inside, already unbuckling his leather armor.

“My love!” You call happily, giggling at the exaggerated groan he makes as you thud into him, practically attacking him as you wrap your arms around him, “I missed you!” You whine playfully, breathing in his scent as you bury your face in his chest, your cheek pressed against the tunic he wears. 

“I missed you too,” he laughs, his hands hooking under the backs of your thighs as he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his middle. He walks you over to your large bed and gently sits you down on the plush fabric, “My sweet little wife,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning around and striding over to the mirror leaning against the wall next to your wardrobe. “What meanness did you busy yourself with today, I wonder?” He questions, smiling adoringly at you over his shoulder. 

“No meanness,” you smile, eyes scanning his muscular body as you watch him unbuckle and untie his leathers and tunic; you bite your lip when he finally pulls the tunic over his head, eyes scanning his bare back, lightly tanned with various scars and bruises from his training. You feel a heat building in your belly at the sight of him, which only grows stronger when he turns to face you once more, your eyes roaming over his strong chest and stomach, covered in dark hair that disappears beneath the tops of his trousers. “I simply assisted Aemma in choosing decorations for the princess’s upcoming nameday celebrations,” you start, standing from the bed and making your way over to Harwin, watching for a second as he struggles with the knot at the top of his trousers before you finally push his hands away and begin pulling at the strings yourself, “Then I aided her in welcoming some new maids, worked more on my needlepoint, and responded to the letter from our mother.” You shrug, finally pulling the ties free before returning to the bed. 

“A busy day indeed,” he smirks, running a hand through his curly hair as he stalks toward you, “Mine was much the same; we started training the new recruits today.” 

“My poor husband,” you pout, sitting on your knees at the edge of the bed, “Working so hard.” You coo, aching between your thighs as Harwin places his hands on your waist, feeling his warmth through the thin, nearly translucent Myrish lace of your nightgown. You press a soft kiss to the middle of his chest, the hairs there tickling your lips, before you bring your hands up to his shoulders and begin kneading the skin there, massaging around his neck and shoulders. 

He groans appreciatively, letting his eyes slip closed and his head tilt back as he allows himself to savor the feeling for a moment; your sweet hands, so small and delicate compared to his, still send shivers down his spine. He can’t help but think of the first day he saw you – you had looked so ethereal stepping out of your family’s carriage in the courtyard, draped in a fine silk dress in the sky blue color of House Arryn’s coat of arms. You had arrived the day Princess Rhaenyra was born and had made King’s Landing your home ever since.

He had been fond of you from that moment forward, offering to give you tours of the Keep and personally escorting you anytime you ventured from its walls. He had known you for nearly eight years and in all that time, he had yet to find a single fault with you. Were it up to him alone, the two of you would have been married within a week, although you had always joked with him that those were the exact sorts of thoughts you’d expect from the foolhardy teenage boy he was at the time. Eventually, your families finally came to a marriage agreement, Lord Rodrik Arryn pleased with the promise of you one day inheriting Harrenhal with Hawin. He smiles, thinking back to your wedding day, in disbelief that it was nearly a year ago now. 

Finally, he opens his eyes once more, finding your mesmerizing lilac ones already gazing back at him. “You are so handsome,” you breathe, fingers tangling in his hair as you lovingly smile at him, “The most beautiful man in all the kingdoms.”

He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his arms holding you tightly to him, wanting to feel as much of you pressed up against him as possible. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet smells of the oils you use in your baths, “And you are positively divine, my sweet love,” he murmurs, pulling back to gaze at you once more as he twirls a silvery strand of hair between his fingers, “The Seven have truly blessed me with the most heavenly of creatures.” 

You blush, lying back on the bed as he kicks off his trousers, his entire form finally bare to you. Your eyes roam his tanned skin appreciatively as you lean back against your pillows, fingers fiddling with a tie at the front of your dressing gown. 

“Would you do me the honor of joining me in the bath, my lady?” he asks, reaching out a hand to help you up from the bed. 

“Oh, I would be honored, my handsome knight,” you joke back, kissing his cheek before the two of you make your way over to the bath, separated from the rest of your chambers with a decorated screen you’d gotten from a trip to Dorne many years ago.

You quickly undress, draping your gown over the screen, as Harwin steps into the bath with a hiss, “Seven Hells!” He curses, wincing as his skin adjusts to the water, “Did you have your maids retrieve this water from the belly of the Dragonmont itself?” 

You snicker, gently easing yourself into the water at the opposite end of the tub, “After all this time one would think you would know how I take my baths, husband.”

He simply rolls his eyes, finally lowering himself into the rest of the water with a pained groan, much to your amusement, which earns you a splash. The two of you laugh together for a moment and you tell him all about the various decorations you’d chosen for Rhaenyra’s nameday as the two of you quickly wash. Finally, he beckons you over, resting his arms on the rim of the bath as you settle yourself against him, curling into the side of his long, burly body as you lay your head on his chest, creating swirly patterns in the hair on his chest with the point of your finger as you finish describing the decadent flavors you and Aemma had chosen for the cake. 

“Speaking of namedays,” he begins, chuckling as he hears you groan, “A certain someone’s nameday is a mere two days away and she has yet to tell me anything she wishes for.”

“I’ve told you,” you start with a sigh, peering up at him, “How am I meant to wish for anything when you spoil me so?”

“I do not spoil you!” He admonishes, a guilty smile tugging at his lips, “I simply give you all that you deserve for being such a sweet little wife.” he teases, punctuating each word of the pet name with a kiss to your forehead and cheeks, making you giggle – his favorite sound in the world. You lay in a comfortable silence for a moment, still tracing various shapes and patterns onto his chest before he speaks again, his voice soft and questioning, “There must be something you long for, my love. Anything you want, simply name it.” 

You stay silent for a minute longer, pondering exactly how to voice your thoughts. There was something you wanted, or rather someone — Daemon, the king’s younger brother. Like Harwin, he had caught your eye quickly when you’d first arrived at King's Landing. According to Aemma, Viserys had even been considering betrothing the two of you for a time; though your sister had put a quick stop to that, she had never been the Rogue Prince’s biggest fan. 

Yet, still, there was something about him that simply drew you to him, something intriguing in the way he moved, the way he spoke. You loved your husband, more than anything else, but Daemon was…tempting, you couldn’t lie. 

You look up at Harwin, still silent as you stare into his soft brown eyes, before looking away again, unsure of how to even broach the topic. 

As per usual, though, your ever-observant husband was one step ahead of you. His toned arms wrap around you and pull you up, until you’re sitting in his lap, your legs on either side of his muscular thighs as you straddle him, balancing yourself by holding onto the rim of the tub as his hands remain on your waist, “It is the prince, is it not?” He asks slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving your own.

“Husband,” you start, worried he is upset with you, “You must unde–”

“I understand, my little love,” he soothes, pulling you closer to him, relishing the way your breasts press against the firmness of his chest, “You need not explain it to me,” you rest your head on his warm chest, your face buried in his neck, “Lust for him does not do away with your love for me, I know this.” He confirms, gently carding a hand through your hair.

Even with his reassurance, you remain silent for a moment still; this is new territory in your relationship – never before had you seriously considered the possibility of sharing yourself with another, your husband so adoring and protective of you that you never dreamed he would entertain the thought.

“You…wish to share me in this way? Truly?” You question, heart skipping a beat when you feel his cock beginning to harden between your legs.

“I admit I was wholly against the idea at first,” he starts, his calloused hands slowly running up and down your thighs, half-submerged in the warm water, “I am still not thrilled that the object of your desire is Prince Daemon,” he laughs, teasing you, “Of all the knights in all the seven kingdoms, you pick him.” He jokes, his chest vibrating underneath you as he laughs.

“Harwin!” You gasp to hide your own laughter, though you know the cheeky smile tugging at your lips gives you away, “Please, be serious!” You reprimand, playfully slapping at his chest.

“I yield, I yield,” he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. Eventually, the two of you settle down once more, a quiet calmness descending over you, “But I see the way you look at him,” he smiles, indicating that he isn’t upset when he sees worry cloud your soft features once again, “Very different from the way you look at me…only lust. And I see the way he looks at you,” your head shoots up at this, a soft blush creeping over your cheeks at this knowledge, “Lust, yes, but also a certain softness,” his hands come to rest on your hips once more, gently rocking your slick heat against his length, “Like you are something sacred to behold.”

He finishes finally, taking pleasure in the way you shudder against him, small whimpers and whines escaping your lips as your bud is dragged up and down his cock, his hands gripping your waist so tightly there are sure to be bruises in the morning.

“Husband,” you gasp, eyes squeezed shut as you mewl into his neck, the lavender scent of your bath oils filling your lungs, “Oh, Gods!” You moan, your aching bud catching on the head of his cock.

“He should look at you in that way,” Harwin grunts, thighs bending under the curve of your rear as his knees come up out of the bathwater, giving him more leverage to rut against you, “Like you are, fuck, like you are something divine.” He groans into the hair at the crown of your head, big hands coming up to cup your breasts, thumbs swirling against your sensitive nipples, “You are, my love,” his words come out in breathless, broken gasps, “Divine, sacred, a gift sent straight from the Seven.”

You nod wordlessly, whines and moans getting caught in your throat as your hands roam over the firm planes of his chest, lips busying themselves against the column of his throat. No further words are needed between the two of you, a common understanding being enough for now as your bodies press closer together, nearly melding into one beneath the warm, sweetly scented water. 

Golden morning light shines in through the sheer curtains of your chambers as you busy yourself with dressing for the day, your maids flitting around you as they button, tie, and lace you into your dress. 

Harwin had left much earlier than you, already strapped into his leathers before the sun rose above the horizon. Just like every other morning, he had gently kissed you awake to let you know he was leaving, telling you he promised to be safe when training and that he would see you at supper. Unlike every other morning, however, he had added, “I imagine I shall see Prince Daemon in the training yard today,” he had softly cooed, a warm hand tenderly caressing your cheek, “If I do, I shall speak with him about our…offer. See what he says.” 

At the time, you had simply mumbled sleepily, head too clouded with sleep to truly process his words. Now, though, you could not keep from wringing your hands with worry, fidgeting uneasily as your hair was pinned up, half your hair braided and wrapped up into a bun at the crown of your head, the rest left to cascade down your shoulders like a pearly waterfall. 

Your maids finally finished, leaving you in your chambers with your still steaming breakfast, which you could only bring yourself to pick at, the nervous knots in your stomach keeping your appetite at bay. 

What if he thinks me perverse? You worry, staring out at the morning sky, watching as puffy clouds blow in from the winds of Blackwater Bay. You know this is nonsensical — if even half the rumors of Daemon’s various appetites were true, he had no justification to call you of all people perverse. What if he tells everyone? You wonder, halfheartedly sipping at your tea, but even this you know was absurd. He was brash, incredibly rude at times, but the prince knew when to be discreet, and if he truly gazed at you in the way your husband claimed, you had no doubt he would keep your secret. 

After exhausting your list of worries, you finally stand up from your small breakfast table, intending to find Aemma and ask for her to accompany you on a walk through the gardens. 

You make your way into the hallway, winding your way through the various passages of the Red Keep in your search for your sister, saying polite thank you's to anyone wishing you a happy early nameday.

“Auntie!” You hear a small voice call behind you as you step out into the Godswood, the stoic face of the weirwood tree there peering at you from under its canopy of red leaves. You turn on your heel, smiling brightly when you see Rhaenyra running at you at full tilt.

You scoop her up at the last second, grunting a small “Oof!” as she barrels into your arms, “If it isn’t my favorite little niece!” You chirp brightly, her small arms hugging around your neck, “What wickedness are you up to?”

“Training!” She answers, excitedly squirming in your grasp, perched atop one of your hips.

“Training?” You question with exaggerated interest, “Whatever for?”

“To ride Syrax!” She giggles, “She’s getting big and the keepers say she is almost ready!”

“How exciting,” you nod, setting her down before crouching before her, “She is growing quickly indeed,” you add, motioning for her to turn around before you begin braiding her hair, the same pale shade as your own, “Are the keeper’s training you as well?” 

“Konir sagon ñuha gaomilaksir,” a deep, smooth voice answers from behind you. You gasp, whipping your head around just in time to see Daemon step into the courtyard, dressed in his familiar dark metal armor, Dark Sister hanging from his belt, “Ñuha riña.” He nods simply. (That would be my job.) (My lady.)

“Ñuha dārilaros,” you nod in return, quickly finishing Rhaenyra’s braid before standing and turning to face him, “I trust the morning has found you in good spirits.” (My prince.)

“Oh, it has indeed,” he says, eyes flashing with mirth as he smirks at you, his head cocking to the side, stands of pale hair contrasting against the dark metal covering his chest, “Eman ryptan mirri udir, ñuha riña.” He drawls. (I have heard some news, my lady.)

This catches Rhaenyra’s attention, her Valyrian lessons clearly paying off as she gasps excitedly as she bounces between the two of you, “What news? What news?” 

“Nothing to worry your pretty head about,” Daemon chides, shaking his head with a small smile, “Just some news from the council, nothing that would be of interest to you,” he continues quickly, waving his hand dismissively before nodding his head to the old stone archway that leads back inside the Keep, “I need to speak with your aunt quickly, run along to the dragonpit. I’m sure Syrax would appreciate a treat before we begin training.” 

Rhaenyra nods happily, twirling a small yellow flower around in her hands as she practically skips from the courtyard, singing, “A treat for Syrax, a treat for Syrax!” as she disappears down the hall.

“Ao jorrāelatan naejot ȳdragon lēda nyke?” You question once Daemon returns his attention to you, politely clasping your hands together. (You needed to speak with me?)

“Ser Harwin approached me earlier this morning in the yard,” he starts, eyes sweeping over your body like a predator eyeing its prey, “Vēttan nyke iā jiōragon.” He smirks, watching you blush under his gaze. (He made me an offer.)

“Gōntan ziry?” (He did?)

“Konir sagon paktot,” he continues, voice nearly patronizing as he slowly paces around you, circling you like a shark in the water, “He says you want me to fuck you.” He finishes, coming to stand before you once more, a proud smile on his face once he sees the shock on yours. (That’s right.)

“Iksis bisa drēje?” He asks once it becomes clear you don’t know how to respond. (Is this true?)

“Kessa.” You say simply, inwardly wincing at the wobble in your voice, though you try your hardest to appear confident. (Yes.)

Daemon snickers, “Naughty, naughty girl,” he tsks, shaking his head teasingly, one hand casually perched on the hilt of his sword, “He tells me I’m meant to be your nameday present; quite the honor, I must say.” 

“Mērī lo ao agree naejot se jiōragon, ñuha dārilaros.” (Only if you agree to the offer, my prince.)

“Consider this my agreement,” he says proudly, gaze straying to the neckline of your gown, “I’ve been asked to arrive at your chambers at the hour of the owl,” his lilac eyes meet yours once again, “Is this acceptable, naughty girl?”

You flush deeply at his nickname, only used to sweet praises from Harwin, “That is most acceptable, my prince.” You nod.

“There’s no need to be so formal,” he chides, reaching forward to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, “Certainly not with the way we’ll be so intimately acquainted later this evening,” he steps back again, still smirking, “You may call me Daemon…or sir.” He adds, noting the way it makes you squirm. 

“Very well…Daemon.” You tease, feeling proud when you see his eyes widen just the slightest bit. 

“Perhaps this sweet little kitten has claws after all,” he smirks, eyes looking you up and down once more, “Very well,” he says with a nod, “I’m needed at the dragonpit, but I shall be seeing you and your husband later this evening.”

“Hen rhinka.” You nod as you watch him leave, your entire body relaxing, releasing unrealized tension, as soon as his back disappears from view. You allow yourself to breathe for a few moments, standing in the silent courtyard as your heartbeat returns to normal, before you leave, once again going to try and find Aemma, or really anything else to keep yourself occupied until the evening. (Of course.)

“I promise, sweet girl,” Harwin says, watching from the small sitting area in your chambers as you pace back and forth across the stone floor, “I told him all he would need to know. About you, about what you like, all of it.”

You nod, half listening, as you walk back and forth, feet bare on the large, plush fur rugs that cover the floor in front of the fireplace. The warmth of it on your skin was usually a welcome feeling, although tonight you only felt overheated. Outside, the sky was dark, the sun having set quite a while ago. King’s Landing once again sprawled out like a sea of stars beneath the Keep, mirroring the stars in the black sky overhead, the bright light of the moon reflecting off of the waters of the bay – the hour of the owl was drawing close. 

“We do not have to do this if you’re having second thoughts, my love,” he says, standing and striding over to you, “If you wish, I will simply tell Daemon to fuck off.” He jokes, chuckling as you relax in his arms.

“I do want to!” You sigh, tilting your chin up to peer up at him through your lashes, “I’m simply nervous, I suppose. We’ve never done anything like this before,” you bite your lip, looking away from him as you resume speaking, “Honestly, I’m still shocked you agreed to it at all.”

“I want to share you,” he shrugs, pressing a comforting kiss to the top of your head, “Show off what’s mine.” He says lowly, chuckling when he feels you shiver against him – he knows very well that his possessiveness gets to you.

Suddenly, a knock sounds on the thick wooden door of your chambers, making you jump, which makes Harwin chuckle as he stands to open it; he had dismissed the guard that normally stood at your door in the evening, insisting that he take the night off. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you merely stand in front of the fire, nervously fidgeting. 

Your husband gives you one last look, his eyes questioning; you nod to him, signaling that it was okay, that this was truly what you wanted, and he opened the door. 

“Ser Harwin,” Daemon drawls, looking your husband up and down as he strides into the room, cocky as usual. Finally, his eyes land on you and you can’t help the small fizzle that takes hold in your belly at the way he stops suddenly in his tracks, his eyes glazing over as he looks you over, “My lady,” he says softly, nodding at you as he stalks closer to where you stand, feet still planted firmly in the carpet, “Ȳdra daor ao jurnegon gevie.” (Don’t you look beautiful.)

“He says I am beautiful,” you tell your husband, translating the Valyrian for him, an act that is second nature for you now. “Kirimvose.” you say, trying your hardest to keep your voice from trembling. (Thank you.)

Daemon comes to stand in front of you, his eyes searching yours for a second, looking for any hesitation you suppose. When he finds none, he hooks a finger into the delicate ribbon tied around your waist, the one keeping your silk dressing gown shut; again, he catches your eyes, and again you suppose he must find what he’s searching for because suddenly he’s pulling the bow there undone. 

“She looks ravishing all the time,” your husband said, his breath fanning over the back of your neck as he seems to materialize behind you, rough hands skirting up your arms before coming to rest at your shoulders, “The most beautiful creature.”

“A beautiful creature,” Daemon agrees, his hands, not as rough as Harwin’s though still battle-worn, settling on your hips as he looks at your body appreciatively, his light eyes growing darker by the minute, “And a naughty thing.” He finishes, smirking when he hears a small, barely there whimper escape your lips. 

“Is she?” your husband asks, gathering all your hair over one shoulder, exposing one side of your neck before he kisses you there, relishing the sigh he gets in return. You gasp as one of his hands comes up to cup your breast, warming your skin through the thin lace of your nightgown, “She’s such a good, obedient girl.”

You lean back into Harwin, your back against his firm chest as he kneads your breast, sending sparks flying down between your thighs. “Only bad little things fantasize about being taken by two men.” Daemon practically growls. Your eyes are only half open but you still don’t miss the look he gives your husband over your shoulder, nor do you miss the way the brunette subtly nods against the column of your neck. You moan when Daemon’s lips finally press against your own, his mouth soft and warm, tongue already licking into your mouth. 

The motion presses you further back against Harwin, pressing his half-hard cock into the small of your back, the feeling making you near dizzy with lust as you realize that he truly wanted this just as much as you. Daemon’s tongue eventually wins its battle for dominance and the two of you kiss for a moment longer, the only sounds in your chambers being being yours and the prince’s lips moving together as your husband kisses, licks, and bites along your neck, causing you to mewl softly into Daemon’s waiting mouth like a puppy. 

“Are you a bad girl, sweet little thing?” The prince growls against your jaw as he finally separates his lips from yours, trailing kisses down the opposite side of your neck. 

When you neglect to answer, too caught up in the men’s attention, Harwin suddenly palms at the plump flesh of your rear, roughly grabbing and squeezing it enough to have you whining, “I believe Daemon asked you a question, my love,” he chucked, his other hand pulling down the neckline of your nightgown, nearly ripping the delicate lace, to reveal your breast, “It would be rude not to answer.”

“Gods!” You moan, sucking in a breath when you feel the blond’s lips wrap around your exposed nipple, his teeth teasing at the sensitive, peaked skin, “I-I’m a good girl!” You gasp, your fingers carding through silky hair, the same silvery shade as your own, “Harwin says I-“ You start, only to be brutally cut off as one of Daemon’s large hands wraps around your throat. 

“Harwin may claim what he wishes,” he sneers, nose touching yours as he speaks, “But to me, you’re nothing but a lovely whore.” 

You gasp, having never been called such a thing before. A part of you knows you should be offended, yet you can’t help the way your thighs squeeze together at his harsh treatment, knees nearly buckling beneath you. 

Your husband tenses behind you, his kisses freezing on your neck before he lifts his head. Narrowing his eyes at Daemon over your shoulder, he grabs his forearm and pushes his hand off of you, “You are not to speak to her in that manner,” he growls, jaw squared, “Nor handle her so harshly. We discussed this earlier.” 

“Oh, hush,” the prince dismisses, prying his hand from Harwin’s grasp with a tsk, “She’s enjoying it, naughty little thing.” He nods his chin at you, noting the blush on your cheeks and the way your chest is heaving. 

Harwin’s eyes shift to yours, his hand tilting your chin up as he peers at you. Before he can speak, though, the large bells at the top of the Keep begin to chime, signaling the hour. Once, twice, all the way up to twelve. Finally, the hour of the owl had arrived, and with it your true nameday. 

“Well, well,” Daemon drawls, abandoning you and Harwin to perch at the edge of your bed, helping himself go to the pitcher of wine sitting at your bedside, “You know, the girls in Flea Bottom have quite the… interesting nameday tradition.” He smirks, studying you and Harwin with amusement as he takes a sip of wine. 

“What is it?” You ask, pulling your husband behind you as you approach the bed, accepting a glass of wine from Daemon. Beside you, Harwin shakes his head, glaring at the other man.

“We talked about this. I told you that I would be taking the lead–”

“You told me, yes,” Daemon interrupts, giving your husband a pointed look before shifting his gaze back to you, “However, it is her nameday. I believe she should get to decide.”

“Decide what?” You inquire, looking between the two men.

“Who will be giving you your birthday spanks, naughty girl.” The blond smirks, gazing at you appreciatively, “One for each year you’ve graced the realm with your presence.”

You looked back and forth between the two men again, Daemon looking at you as if you were a piece of prey, a prize to be won, and Harwin looking at you concerned, as if you were a precious treasure in need of protection. You deliberate for what feels like a long while in your mind – on one hand, Daemon was new and exciting, but you also knew of his unpredictable nature; on the other hand, Harwin was comfortable and safe to you, but wasn’t the entire point of this endeavor to branch out?

“Can…” you begin hesitantly, looking back and forth between the two men, “Can both of you do it?”

“I think that can be arranged, my sweet girl,” your husband says huskily, excited at the promise of exploring this particular act with you once more, “Why don’t you be a good little girl and kneel on the bed for us, hm? On all fours, as you normally do.”

At that remark, Daemon looks at you with great interest, making your cheeks heat up as Harwin helps you remove your robe, draping it over a nearby chair. He turns around quickly when he hears you gasp, only to see the prince laving his tongue over your nipple again, mouthing at it through the paper thin lace of your nightgown, as one of his hands busies itself with your other breast, palming at it desperately; his other hand visible through the thin material of your gown as his fingers tease at your center, brushing through the slick folds with practiced ease. 

He can’t help but admire you for a short moment, cock hardening at the soft blush that settles across your cheeks, the way your chest heaves as you gasp with pleasure, tits bouncing as you writhe against the other man’s hand. Finally, he comes out of his reverie and strides to where you and Daemon stand, taking his place on the other side of your body. 

He begins toying with you once more, guiding your mouth to his while his hands roam over your curves before one finally settles on your breast, the one unoccupied by Daemon’s tongue. His tongue battles with yours as his palm gently squeezes your breast, fingers teasingly pinching at your nipple, causing him to groan in satisfaction once you start mewling in the way he loves. His other hand joins the prince’s at your core, two of this thick fingers teasing at your opening, “Fuck,” he groans, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, “So wet, my love.” His fingers slide into you with a practiced ease, knowing exactly what you like after having spent nearly a year taking you apart on a practically daily basis. 

They crook up perfectly, rubbing against that spot within you with the perfect pressure and accuracy. If there was one thing Harwin was determined to perfect from the moment you were officially declared his in the eyes of gods and men, it was bringing you pleasure in greater amounts than you’d ever thought possible. He couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across his bearded face as the sounds of your whimpers and whines grew more and more desperate, telling him once more that he was successful in his mission. 

Just as your husband's fingers speed up within you, Daemon traces tighter and tighter circles around your eager bud, his mouth growing more insistent on your breast as he teases your nipple with his tongue and teeth, sucking it harshly into the warmth of his mouth. 

“Getting close, naughty thing?” the blond asks teasingly, lilac eyes peering up at yours as he continued stimulating you. 

You nod frantically, whining as Harwin begins tracing his lips down your jaw, right to that spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy. “Let go, princess,” he husks, the tips of his fingers zeroing in on that small rough patch within you, “Give us your pleasure.”

You can’t help the noise that leaves you, a loud, desperate, whining moan that would leave you horribly embarrassed at any other time, but right now you don’t have the ability to care. The ministrations from the two men, along with the utterance of the one pet name Harwin only dared utter in private, send you tumbling over the edge. You feel your knees buckle, although you aren’t worried about falling, too dumb with pleasure to think but still reassured that two pairs of strong arms will surely hold you steady. 

Fireworks explode behind your eyelids as you feel your center contract around your husbands fingers; the two men groan when they hear the slick sounds pouring out from between your thighs multiply nearly tenfold as your peak takes you, soaking Harwin’s fingers and wetting Daemon’s hand. 

“What a naughty, dirty girl,” the prince teases, fingers only leaving your bud once your legs had started to twitch from the overstimulation, “Peaking over the fingers of two men,” you whimper as your husband carefully removes his fingers from you, face flushing when he immediately takes them into his mouth, licking off the evidence of your arousal, “No better than a common Flea Bottom whore.”

Again, Daemon’s words send a shiver up your spine, the knot that had just come unraveled in your stomach tightening once more. “She is a good girl,” Harwin corrects him, hands lovingly stroking over your body, “For peaking exactly when I commanded her to. Such a good, obedient girl.”

Your head spins at their words, head swimming as one man degrades you, clearly gaining pleasure from the way his teases and rude remarks affect you, while the other praises you so lovingly, proud at way his tender words affect you so after months of perfecting them, learning exactly which phrases drive you to madness and fully exploiting them. 

“Are you ready for your sweet spanks, my good girl?” Harwin asks, brown eyes shining with love.

You nod breathlessly, still leaning on both men for support. Beside you Daemon chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Ask for it properly, naughty girl.”

“Ask us, sweetling.” Harwin nods encouragingly. 

“Please…” you start softly, finally finding your voice, “Please, husband, sir, please may I have my nameday spankings?”

Daemon growls lowly in his chest, satisfied at you finally learning your place and addressing him the way he feels he deserves, “Get on the bed.” He commands easily, leaving no room for backtalk or questioning.

Blessedly, your sweet husband still sees fit to help you arrange yourself on the edge of the bed, taking your shaky legs into account as he helps you move. You’re indeed kneeling on all fours, your legs tucked up under you as your feet dangle off the bed, your ass in the air, though still covered by the lace of your gown.

You feel the air shift behind you as they move, both standing behind you still but Harwin to the left and Daemon to the right. The one of Daemon’s hands strokes down your back, you can feel him leaning over you as he trails his hand down from the very top of your shoulder blades all the way down to the small of your back, right where the curve of your ass starts; you can hear him hum appreciatively. His other hand drags up the back of one of your thighs and slowly, he slips his fingers under the hem of your gown. He pulls it up over your ass, letting the soft, silky fabric pool in the dip of your spine; your walls clench around nothing when you hear both men groan behind you.

“Gods,” Harwin breathes, rough fingers lightly tracing over your skin, “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

“Pretty little cunt,” Daemon quips, smirking when he hears you whimper as he spreads your cheeks apart, hands gripping you hard enough that there are sure to be fingerprint sized bruises, “Wetter than the Narrow Sea.” He remarks, chuckling as he runs a thumb over the slit of your heat, marveling at the way your slick remains connected to his thumb by a thin thread for a second as he pulls his hands away. 

“Ready, princess?” Harwin murmurs behind you, hands soothing where Daemon had grabbed you.

“Please!” You nod, hands gripping the furs spread across the bed. 

Suddenly, a hand comes down on the left side of your ass, harsh but not overly painful; you whimper at the impact, walls clenching from the pleasant sting left behind. Harwin. You were sure of it – the two of you had only experimented in this way a scant few times but enough that you knew the feel of his blows. 

Again, a hand comes down, this time making you jerk as a palm strikes the right globe of your rear. A sharp cry leaves your lips, back bowing for a second before the same hand is pressing harshly at the small of your back, “Keep that back arched, naughty little thing.” Daemon hums. 

Harwin gives you a moment to breathe, a gesture you appreciate very much, before striking you once again. Again, you mewl as you feel the welcome heat spread across your skin. You turn your head, burying your face into the soft furs beneath you, only to practically inhale the wolf pelt there as Daemon brings his hand down again, making you gasp. Another cry leaves your lips, louder and harsher than the last as tears pool in the corner of your eyes, some already leaking onto the coat. The right side of your ass practically feels as if it’s on fire, the sting so harsh it makes your ears ring. 

“That’s two,” Daemon taunts, smiling wickedly as he sees an outline of his handprint already blooming on your ass, “So many more left to go.”

Harwin leans over you, brushing the hair from your face, brows furrowing with concern when he sees your tears, “Are you alright, my love?” He asks, smoothing a hand down your back, “Do you wish to stop? We don’t have to continue.” He reassures you, smiling lovingly.

You shake your head, determined to see it through – determined to impress Daemon, really. “N-no,” you say tearfully, taking deep breaths to calm yourself, “I want to, please.”

“Don’t be so modest,” Daemon cuts in, gripping your cheeks harshly once again as he spreads them, tugging them somehow further apart than before as he clicks his tongue, pleased, “You love this,” his hand wetly smacks against your slit, making you whine as Harwin further soothes you, glaring daggers at the prince, “Little cunt’s soaking the bed.”

Your husband knocks his hands away, the ferocity of it making you gasp and peer over your shoulder, “We’ve discussed this,” the brunette hisses through his teeth, knuckles white as he grips Daemon’s wrist, “You will not handle her in such a manner, we agreed on this.”

“Oh, please,” the prince huffs, rolling his lilac eyes as he jerks his arm from Harwin’s grip, “She’s enjoying it, see?” You don’t have any time to react before his palm is once again smacking against your flesh, harder than the previous two hits combined. Your vision swirls, eyes stinging as tears blur your sight, a scream ripping its way from your throat as his hit shoves you further up the bed. You feel as if your entire lower half is radiating with pain, ears ringing once again.

There’s some commotion behind you, though it takes you a few seconds to get your whits about you enough to turn over, grimacing as the tender skin of your rear brushes against the pelts, ones that normally feel so soft now digging into your skin like dozens of little thorns. When you do finally clear your eyes, rubbing the tears away, your mouth practically falls open at the sight before you.

Harwin has Daemon pushed against the wall next to the bed, one of his forearms pinned down across his chest to hold him back; Daemon looks enraged, his teeth bared as he stares down your husband, “Unhand me, Strong.” He growls. 

Harwin presses him down harder, chest heaving with anger, “You dare harm her,” he mutters, his other fist clenched at his side, “We trusted you for this and you harm her!” 

“She fucking liked it!” Daemon retorts, struggling against your husbands strength — although strong in his own right, he had nothing on Harwin, “Go look at her fucking cunt, it’s soaked! She loves being hit!” He positively seethes, nodding his head toward you. 

The brunette sneers, lip curling up in disgust as the other man continues to squirm in his grasp. You watch, worried, as the hand not pinning the prince to the wall shoots up and roughly grips Daemon by his throat, forcing his head back. 

Daemon whimpers.

The world seems to stop in a single breath, the three of you staying quiet and still. Your eyes are wide, not believing the small sound you heard, but there was no mistaking it. Harwin seems just as shocked as you, taking a half step back from Daemon as soon as he hears the noise.

He’s quiet for a second more before a teasing, nearly sinister smile slowly spreads across his face, “She likes being spanked, you say,” he starts, putting more pressure on Daemon’s throat, “And you, your grace, like being choked, don’t you? Nothing more than a common Flea Bottom whore, right?”

You’ve never heard your husband use that tone before, so deep and threatening, it makes your thighs clench, a soft breath escaping your lips. 

The small sound seems to remind both Harwin and Daemon that you’re still there and their heads whip toward you. They remain silent for a moment but then your husband smiles, looking between you and the prince with a mischievous smirk. 

Harwin leads Daemon over to where you sit on the bed until both men are standing in front of you once again, the blond in the front with the brunette behind him, one hand holding his arms behind his back while the other remains wrapped around his neck. There is still a fire in Daemon’s eyes, though it’s merely a simmer now instead of a blazing inferno; you can’t help but be reminded of a tamed animal, of the dragons in the dragonpit — so much wildness choosing to be contained. 

“I think you need to apologize,” Harwin starts, pushing Daemon forward until his legs hit the side of the bed, the two of them towering over you, “For hurting our lady, hm?”

Your breath catches at his choice of words, our lady. You watch as Daemon nods, his eyes half closed, glazed over by some kind of fog, his breathing slow and calm, as if he’s in a trance. 

“Come now,” Harwin shoves him a little, just enough to make him jump, “Answer properly.” 

“Yes….” Daemon whispers, hardly able to get words out around the grip Harwin has on his throat. 

“Yes what?” Your husband asks slowly, words spoken through clenched teeth, his lips right next to the prince’s ear. 

Daemon sighs, his shoulders sagging as any fight that remained in him seemed to vanish, “Yes, ser.” 

“See?” Harwin teases, patronizingly tapping him on the cheek, “You can be good.” You see Daemon shiver at that. 

Leaving Daemon to stand at the side of the bed, your husband bends down and kisses you softly, “You still desire this?”

You nod, looking deeply into his eyes as one of your hands cards through his curly hair, “Yes husband,” you whisper, “More than anything.” 

“Stand.” Harwin commands simply, and you obey, coming to stand beside Daemon. “You,” your husband snaps, motioning at the man standing next to you, “Strip and lie down.” 

Daemon does as he says, with no fuss for once. You can’t help but admire the way he moves as he removes his tunic and pants, his movements still so fluid and graceful despite the haze he seems to be in. After a moment, his clothes lie in a pile on the floor as he takes his place on your bed, laying on his back, half hard cock lying on his stomach, already leaking and flushed. 

“Good.” Harwin praises simply, though you see Daemon’s brows flutter with pleasure. “My love,” he addresses you, giving you a gentle kiss, “Let me?” He asks, gesturing to your nightgown. You nod with a smile, letting him undress you. “Perfection,” he groans once you’re bare before him, dark eyes roaming your body. 

“I want you to do something for me, princess,” he says, leading over to the bed, motioning for you to kneel on your knees next to Daemon. 

“What’s that?” You ask, looking from your husband to the prince. 

Harwin grabs your waist, much gentler than Daemon had ever touched you, and you can’t help but whimper, loving the way he manhandles you into position. Before you know it, he has you hovering over Daemon’s face, your entire body flushing as you realize what he wants. 

“Sit.” He says lowly, letting you drop onto the prince’s waiting mouth. 

“Oh!” You say in surprise, your thighs clenching around Daemon’s head. Immediately, you feel a rumble beneath you, making you whine as you realize he’s groaning with contentment as his tongue meets your aching heat. “Gods!” You gasp, hips moving of their own accord over his lips as your fingers tangle in his pale hair, causing him to groan more underneath you. 

You pant, humping against his face like nothing more than the wanton whore he claimed you to be, mewls and whines escaping your lips constantly as your eyes squeeze shut. 

You hear Harwin shuffling next to the bed and open your eyes, peering over your shoulder and shivering at the sight of your husband undressing, his muscular body on full display for you. Finally undressed, he turns to you, stroking his cock as he stalks toward the bed, eyes scanning over your body. 

“Is he making you feel good, my little love?” 

“Yes, sir!” You pant, nodding frantically. The bed dips under his weight as Harwin kneels on the bed next to you, his free hand coming up to palm at your breasts, thumb teasing over your nipples before he pinches them, humming appreciatively at the way you squirm atop Daemon. 

“Good,” Harwin chuckles, leaning over to mouth at one breast while his hand continues teasing the other, “He must atone for earlier.” He finishes, letting go of his stiff cock to slap at Daemon’s thigh, making the man below you jerk and moan, his hands gripping at your rear tighter as his cock twitches against his abdomen.

You gasp, surprised by both the slap and the way Daemon’s lips seal around your bud in response, sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his hot tongue as your hips grind down harder, “Oh, Gods, fuck!” 

Beside you, Harwin stands on the bed, bending to kiss the top of your head, chuckling at the way you cling to him for support. “Shh, little sweetling,” he soothes, standing up straight, the sight of his cock making your mouth water as he fists it in front of your lips, “I have something you can occupy yourself with.” He teases, moving closer to you. 

Smiling up at him, you softly lick the tip, pride swelling in your stomach at how much the slit is already leaking. You wrap your lips around the head, suckling softly as one of your hands untangles itself from Daemon’s hair to stroke the rest of Harwin’s length. You mewl around him as the prince continues feasting on your slit, plunging his tongue inside of you, deep groans vibrating through you every time he feels your walls clench around the muscle as he fucks it into you. 

Slowly but surely, you take more of your husband into your mouth, eyes watering when he hits the back of your throat. He groans above you, half lidded eyes keeping contact with yours as he gently strokes his hands through your hair. 

“Such a lovely, precious girl,” he grunts, his eyes nearly black but still shining with adoration, “Gods, princess, you’re perfect like this.” 

Your husband’s sweet praise pushes you closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach growing dangerously tight as you rut against Daemon’s mouth, his tongue zeroing in your bud as he feels you moving more and more determinedly against him, his eyes rolling back in his head at the way you taste. 

“Are you getting close, sweet girl?” Harwin asks, gently fucking his hips into your mouth. 

You nod around his length, eyebrows furrowing together as you stare up at him pleadingly. Blessedly, your sweet husband can never bear to make you wait very long. 

“Find your peak, my love,” Harwin huffs as he strokes his length, “Cover him with it.” 

As always, you do as he commands. The knot in your belly finally snaps once more and you moan above Daemon, practically crying at the way each wave of your orgasm crashes over you, sending shivers down your spine. The prince slurps noisily below you, savoring your release as his cock twitches, leaking heavily onto his stomach. 

“Ah!” You cry, hips twitching as Daemon’s tongue persists against you, only stopping when you lift yourself off of him and settle back onto his chest, “Seven Hells.” You breathe, your wet slit pressed tightly against the center of Daemon’s chest. 

Harwin once again kneels on the bed and you peer over your shoulder, eyes widening as you see him swipe a finger through the pool of of arousal leaking from the flushed head of the prince’s cock, where it rests against his stomach, bringing it to your lips for you to suck off, which makes the man below you groan. 

“Seems he wants something,” Harwin teases, “Shall we let him have it?”

“Please, sir,” you whine, nodding pathetically at the chance to finally sink onto Daemon’s cock, “Let him, please!”

“Aww, sweet thing,” Harwin coos, tenderly caressing your cheek, “Thank you, although you are not who I wish to hear from.” 

At that, you can feel Daemon squirm beneath you, a determined set to his eyes, “Forget it.” He shakes his head, hands tracing over your curves. 

“Really?” Harwin asks, reaching behind you and grabbing Daemon’s aching length, stroking him slowly, making the prince’s body go rigid as he practically whines beneath you, “You don’t want to feel our lady’s sweet little cunt on your cock?” 

“Seven—“ Daemon chokes, hands gripping your waist enough to bruise. You can’t help but ruck your hips against him, your bud dragging deliciously against the barely there hair on his chest, “Fuck you, Strong.” He grunts, legs twitching as Harwin meanly squeezes at his length. 

“I don’t think it’s me you want to fuck,” your husband taunts, shaking his head, “I know you want it, know you want to have your way with my little wife,” you can tell when Harwin begins stroking Daemon’s length again as the man underneath you tenses, his muscles pulling taut, “Simply ask nicely and you may have her.” 

You watch Daemon for a moment, studying the pained look on his face, his jaw still clenched and determined. You know he won’t do as your husband commands, still too proud no matter how true Harwin’s taunts are. So, you take pity on him, unable to reign in your own desire either. Bracing your hands on his chest, you move yourself back along the length of his torso, coming to hover over his stomach just above where your husband continues teasing at his length. 

Leaning down, you gently kiss along Daemon’s jaw until your lips are positioned just under his ear, “Tell him what he wants to hear,” you implore, your breath tickling his pale skin, “I want it as badly as you, please my prince, please just do as he asks.” You beg, rutting your hips against his firm stomach. 

Daemon opens his eyes finally, dark with desire as he looks at you, watching as you nod encouragingly, your own brows set in a pleading furrow. Again, the prince sighs, his body deflating, “Please,” he starts, his voice barely a whisper at first, growing louder once you dip your head down and begin teasing his neck, “Please let me fuck her, let me please her.” 

“Let you fuck who?” Harwin teases, finally releasing Daemon’s cock. 

“Please, let me fuck your pretty wife,” Daemon sighs, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, making you gasp and rut your hips against his stomach again, “Please, ser.” 

“That wasn’t so difficult, hm?” Your husband chuckles, making himself comfortable at the head of the bed, his back against the plush pillows. He fixes you in his dark gaze, muscular arms folded over his chest, “Ride him. Tame our dragon, sweetling.” 

Our dragon. Again, his words make you shiver and you nod wordlessly, sliding further down Daemon’s lithe body before your center, dripping and aching, is finally positioned over his length. Once more, you look down at the prince’s face, his silvery hair spread in a halo around his head; he’s breathing harshly, his cock twitching against your center as he gazes at you, the animalistic lust in his eyes replaced with a glimmer that makes your heart twist — you’ve seen the same one in Harwin’s dark eyes time and time again. 

Before you have time to dwell on it, Daemon’s hands grip your hips, pushing you down slowly. Both of you groan, his length stretching you deliciously. You brace your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin as your hips sink lower and lower, cursing as he’s finally pressed inside you completely, his cock filling every inch of you as your walls pulse around him. 

“Fuck,” Daemon grunts, his hands gripping at your waist and hips as his eyes roll back, “Tight little cunt, so good.” His hands suddenly grip your ass, making you whimper and grind yourself against him at the feel of his rough hands against your still tender skin. 

You can’t help the moans and whimpers that escape your lips as you begin rocking in Daemon’s lap, angling your hips in a way that causes his head to brush against that spot deep within you, the one that makes your head spin. “Gods, shit!” You can’t help but gasp at the way he feels inside you, his cock stretching you nicely — not as wide as Harwin’s but just a hair longer, filling you to the brim. 

“Does he feel good, my love?” Your husband asks, causing you to open your eyes and look over at him. You nod as you meet his eyes, the brown almost totally taken over by blackness as he relaxes against the pillows, eyes sweeping up and down your body as he watches you grind yourself atop the prince, “How does she feel, your grace?” He addresses Daemon. 

The man below you groans, the wild look returning to his eyes as you start bouncing more frantically, “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, wrapping an arm around the small of your back and pulling you down to him, your chests pressing together, “Perfect, wet, fuck, wet little cunt.” He groans into your neck, hands gripping at your ass again. 

You whine at the feel of his lips and teeth on your neck, your hands tangling in his hair. You whimper when you feel him bend his legs behind you, his thighs pressing against your bum; your whimpers turn to sharp cries as he begins thrusting up into you, spearing you down onto his cock over and over, the head nearly kissing your cervix as he does. 

Your cries rise in volume the closer you get, your thighs tensed against his movements as the knot in your stomach tightens, your walls clutching at his length. You gasp as one of his hands comes up, abandoning your ass to wrap lightly around your throat, only holding it instead of squeezing. His movements make your bud rub against the small thatch of hair at the base of his cock, sending sparks throughout your body.

“Ooh, she’s getting close,” Harwin observes, lightly tugging at his length as he watches you come undone atop Daemon, “Don’t you want her to soak your cock?”

“Gods,” Daemon groans, feeling the way your walls keep getting somehow tighter around his cock. He pants as he moves his hips faster, punching his length into you relentlessly, savoring the way you gasp and moan into his mouth, “Yes, yes want it.” He groans brokenly, spiraling toward his own release as well. 

“Aren’t you going to ask my permission?” Harwin teases, smirk spreading across his face at the frustrated groan that leaves Daemon. “You need my permission to make her peak,” your husband says, his gravelly tone making you shiver as you lose yourself, “Beg for it.” 

This time, thankfully, Daemon does not protest, both of you too desperate. “Fucking hell,” he hisses, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, “Please, fuck, please I need to make her peak, please!” He huffs, pressing his forehead against your own, staring deeply into your eyes as he grabs at any flesh of yours he can reach. 

“Very good,” you do not miss the way Daemon shivers at Harwin’s praises, “Make her come undone.” Your husband commands. 

At this, one of Daemon’s hands buries itself between your two bodies, fingers frantically seeking out your bud and rubbing tight, wet circles into the sensitive flesh. Within seconds, you unravel, light bursting behind your eyelids as you cry out, fire igniting in your veins. Your walls pulse around Daemon’s cock as you cry out, your whole body shaking as your release flows over you in waves. 

Even through the blinding pleasure you can tell Daemon is teetering on the edge, savoring your orgasm before he allows himself his own. Harwin can tell too and his smirk grows, a devious idea coming to mind, “You cannot finish inside her,” he growls, shaking his head at Daemon, “That is mine and mine alone.”

The prince curses, his eyes squeeze shut as he manages to lift you up, pushing you back to sit atop his thighs as one of his hands comes up to strip at his cock a scant few times before a low, rumbling growl settles in his chest. A second later, he jerks suddenly, abdomen contracting as he finishes over his fist, pearly cum dripping onto his stomach, some of it shooting onto your chest and torso as well, making you gasp. 

The two of you breathe heavily as you collapse forward onto his chest, your tired muscles unable to hold you up; you whimper softly at the feel of his seed on your stomach, one of his hands stroking over your hair. “Thank you.” You sigh. 

He laughs, kissing the top of your head, “You need not thank me, princess,” he says tiredly, his choice of pet name making your heart skip a beat, “The pleasure was mine.” 

You feel the bed shift beside you before a pair of lips descend upon your back, kissing up to your shoulder. Your husband pushes your hair back and you smile up at him shyly. “You are truly perfection, my little love,” he smiles, “Has our dragon tired you out?” 

You shake your head, reaching out for Harwin, “I want you,” you breathe, letting him flip you onto your back until you’re lying next to Daemon, “Please, take me, my love.” You beg, grabbing onto every part of Harwin you can as he positions himself between your legs. 

“Fuck her,” Daemon says suddenly, his eyes scanning over Harwin, “I wish to see her break.” 

You shudder at his words, your core clenching at nothing, making you whine. Harwin shushes you lovingly, running his length through the slick still dripping from your center. “Shh, I will give you what you want, sweet one,” he says as he pushes his head into you, already deliciously stretching you, “As I always do, always will.” He grunts, sinking into you. 

Your eyes flutter, his cock still stretching your walls, causing your center to ache beautifully, your back arching on the furs. “Gods,” you breathe, moaning as Harwin bends down to lick into your mouth, your hands grabbing at his thick shoulders, “You feel so good inside me.”

He chuckles into your mouth before leaning back up, brown eyes gazing down at you adoringly, watching your chest bounce with every frantic breath you take as his hips finally press against yours. Groaning, he grabs at the backs of your knees, your legs bending as he pins them back, nearly folding you in half. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, rutting into you as you squirm beneath him, “I swear to the Seven you feel better every time.” He praises, looking down at where his cock disappears into you, marveling at the way your cunt shines in the light of the many candles placed around your chambers. 

The two of you move together for many moments, slick sounds from your center making you blush as you lose yourself in Harwin’s strong thrusts. He knows exactly how to unwind you after this much time together, and he wastes no time in doing so, a proud smile on his face as he feels your muscles tensing underneath him. 

“Close already, pretty girl?” He asks, his curls tumbling wildly as he moves. You nod, words catching in your throat as you clench around his thick cock. 

Beside you, Daemon, who has been watching with dark eyes all the while, slowly strokes his length, his other hand resting on your throat once more, his own breath growing more ragged each minute. 

Harwin’s gaze shifts to him, his thrusts speeding up as he looks over the prince’s lean figure, “Up,” he commands, motioning for Daemon to stand next to him, “Watch as I claim her, see her in the way I do.” 

Again, Daemon listens without a fight, rising from his place next to you as he comes to stand at the side of the bed, shoulder to shoulder with Harwin as he continues pumping at his cock, breathing heavily as he stares at the place where you and your husband connect. 

Harwin bends down suddenly, the motion pulling his length from you and causing you to whine — though that quickly turns to a sharp gasp when you feel his tongue lick at your stomach. Tilting your head up, you look down in just enough time to see his tongue sweep through the pool of Daemon’s seed, still splattered on you. “Oh!” You exclaim, surprised as you watch your husband gather the other man’s spend on his tongue. 

Leaning up, Harwin once again spears you on length before hovering his face over yours, his eyes searching your gaze. Knowing what he wants, you open your mouth, smiling through moans at the familiar sight of him gathering spit in his mouth. A second later, he is leaning down again, his lips  nearly connecting with yours as he spits into your waiting mouth, sharing Daemon’s seed with you. 

Your eyes roll back as you swallow, savoring the unfamiliar, heady taste of the prince as your cunt flutters. Above you, Daemon lets out a groan so loud he almost sounds as if he’s in pain. 

“Good girl,” Harwin praises, smoothing a hand through your hair as he resumes his harsh thrusts, his other hand bracing itself against your lower stomach, thumb toying with your bud, “My good girl.” 

“Seven Hells.” Daemon groans, fisting his cock harder and faster as he nears his own release. 

“I’m close, my love,” Harwin pants, his thumb pressing against your bud harder, making your hips twitch under him, “With me?” He asks, half lidded eyes watching your own. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You moan in time with each of his thrusts, nodding your head wildly as you thrash within his grasp, pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. 

“Watch as I claim her,” he commands Daemon, tangling a hand into his silvery hair, pointing his gaze exactly where he wants it — where the two of you connect, “Watch as I breed our princess.” 

His words send you over the edge, your walls milking his length as you feel the heat of the two men’s gazes fixed on your cunt. You gasp as your peak washes over you once more, the strongest of the night, causing your entire body to spasm uncontrollably in Harwin’s strong grasp. 

Above you, Harwin grunts as his cock spasms within you, painting your walls with his seed. As he tips over the edge, he turns his head to Daemon, pulling the dragon to him, their mouths crashing together. Hearing their twin groans, you manage to open your eyes, the sight before you nearly making you peak again. Their lips battling for dominance, neither relenting as their tongues tangle together, grunts and growls filling each other's mouths. 

Daemon finishes at nearly the same second your husband does, his seed splattering onto the furs beside you as his chest heaves. 

Harwin comes to a stop within you, his hand softening in Daemon’s hair though he does not pull away. You watch them kiss for a moment more, surprised at the heat building within you at the sight. Your walls clench around your husband's spent cock, making him jump and finally pull away from the other man, facing you with a knowing smile as you blush, your eyes flitting between four others. 

“Vaogenka riña,” Daemon drawls, his hands grasping one of your legs, massaging the muscle of your calf as your foot rests delicately on the center of his chest, “Taking pleasure from watching your husband with another.” (Dirty girl.)

“Watching him with you.” You clarify with a grin. 

Happily groaning, Harwin withdraws his length from you, shushing you as you whine. You feel your husband's seed dripping from you a moment later and both men hum appreciatively at the sight. 

“Shall I draw us a bath, sweetling?” Harwin asks, brushing sweat from your forehead, “I know you do not like to go to sleep so dirty, though if you are too spent…” 

You shake your head, giggling as both men help you stand on shaky legs, “I would gladly take a bath, husband,” you look between the two of them before your gaze settles on Daemon, “With both of you?” 

Daemon kisses you, much sweeter than he had before, “Hen rhinka, dārilaros.” He smiles, picking you up by the backs of your legs, making you squeal with laughter as he carries you over to the tub, sitting on the edge with you on his lap as Harwin prepares the bath, just the way you like. (Of course, princess.)

A few moments, and kisses, later your husband confirms it’s ready. He steps into the bath first with a curse, “I do not know how you find pleasure in this heat,” he jokes, gritting his teeth as his skin grows accustomed to the hot water, “Caraxes may as well be burning me where I stand.” 

Daemon laughs at that, the two men helping you into the bath, settling you against Harwin, a position you’d taken many times before. You sigh gratefully as the water warms your tired skin, the sweet smelling oils relaxing you, “Hush,” you chuckle, watching as the prince lowers himself into the water as well, on the opposite end of the large tub, “It feels perfect.” 

Daemon sighs in agreement, long arms resting on the lip of the tub as he tilts his head back, the steam making silvery strands of his hair cling to his shoulders and chest. “Perfection indeed.” He says contentedly, making Harwin’s chest shake with laughter against your back. 

Your eyes droop closed after a moment, Daemon massaging your feet and legs as Harwin busies himself with washing your shoulders, neck, and chest.

A gentle breeze billows through the sheer curtains of your chambers, the cool air feeling delicious on your heated skin, the smell of Aemma’s sweet blossoms in the palace gardens making your lips quirk up into a tired smile. 

“Sleep, princess.” Harwin commands gently, whispering against your neck. 

“Ēdrugon.” Daemon echos. (Sleep.)

You obey.

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hotter than fire  ࿔ s. stilinski

summary: a heat wave has hit beacon hills and the pack spends a day at lydia's pool

pairings: stiles stilinski x reader, stiles stilinski x fem! reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: no use of y/n, fluff, kissing/making out, one mention of sex

a/n: RAHH this fic took a little longer than anticipated bc writers block is a bitch and i had to rewrite the beginning bc i hated it :) but the title is a lyric from west coast by lana del rey!

please be sure to comment and reblog! it helps out a lot and i love seeing your thoughts on the fic!!

𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

The cool July night air brought little reprieve to your sticky skin as you sat on the edge of Lydia's pool, staring into the illuminated pool. You snuck out of the dark living room as the rest of the pack was watching a random movie that Lydia had on DVD, wanting to take a breather to yourself. As much as you loved hanging out with your friends, you wanted a little time to yourself since today was a little overstimulating. Living in the middle of Northern California wasn't any fun when a heat wave struck. 

The humidity made everything feel damp and made you want to crawl out of your skin. All you wanted to do was cease to exist when one of the worst heat waves hit Beacon Hills. Each time you went outside, it was like stepping into one of the circles of hell, and your only saving grace was the A/C that was on blast in your house. 

The last thing you wanted to deal with after the shitshow that was Beacon Hills' problem with the supernatural was the heat. But as fate would have it, the A/C in your house had broken in the morning. Your parents were on a business trip, so you were left home alone with no working A/C, and the only thing that was keeping you cool was the tile flooring of your kitchen and cold showers. 

Then Lydia, being your savior, invited everyone to a pool day. You had to ask if you could stay over with her for a few days until your parents came back and got someone to fix the A/C. Lydia asked her mom, and thankfully, she said yes. So when you arrived at her house, you had a duffle bag in one hand and some drinks in the other for the pool day. Since you were the first one at Lydia's house, you helped her get set up, like helping prep the snacks and making sure the inflatables that Lydia had in storage were blown up. 

The pack eventually showed up, and that's when the fun began for the six of you (Liam was busy, so he couldn't come to the pool day). You spent most of the day in and out of the water, but most of the time, you were in the cool water since you couldn't bear the heat. You had to force yourself to look away from Stiles at times because your eyes would always find him and study the freckles that covered the length of his back and some of his chest. Then, you would always catch Lydia giving you a knowing look and a sly smile as she sunbathed on one of the lounge chairs outside of the pool. But at different points in the day, you could have sworn you could feel a burning stare on you, but you never caught the culprit. 

As the sun fell, you guys eventually got out of the pool and rinsed off, either in the outdoor shower that Lydia had or in the bathrooms inside. You decided to take an actual shower since you couldn't stand the feel of chlorine lingering in your hair. Once you were done, you padded downstairs in some old boxers of your dad's and a plain blue baby tee that you would wear to sleep. You (heard) found the pack in the living room, crowded around the pizzas that you would later find out that Lydia's mom had ordered for the six of you.

The living room was filled with lively chatter as you guys ate, talking about the upcoming school year and complaining about the heat. A poll was going around about what movie you guys would watch as you finished the pizza. Once the movie was picked, you figured that popcorn wasn't going to be made by itself, so you volunteered to make it. As you got up, Stiles stood up along with you, and he sat across from you. 

You looked at him with a raised brow. 

He shrugged. "I figured you'll need help carrying the bags back." Stiles said as he wiped his hands on the back of his thighs. 

The creaking of the door that led to the backyard broke you out of your thoughts as you raised your head, resting on your knees from staring at the water, and turned your head to see Stiles sticking his head out of the door. His whiskey-colored eyes met yours as he made his way out of the house. You gave him a half smile, feeling your heartbeat pick up as he smiled back at you. 

You were grateful that he wasn't a werewolf or had enhanced hearing. You took in Stiles as he made his way over to you. He was wearing a red shirt and some black joggers he had changed into after the pool, and his hair was flat and sticking to his forehead since there wasn't any product in it. 

You untucked your knees from your chest and put your feet in the water. The cool water felt refreshing on your skin, the water coming up to your mid-calf. Stiles came to sit next to you, leaving only but a foot of space between the two of you, and he rolled his joggers to mirror you, putting his feet in the water. 

"Hi." Stiles greeted you as he turned to face you. 

You smiled at him as you looked at him. "Hey." 

He pursed his lips as he looked around for a brief moment and looked back at you. 

"So, uh. Nice weather we're having right?" 

You chuckled at his awkwardness. "Yeah, it is. If you minus the humidity, it's pretty alright." You said while nodding at him. 

A silence settled between you and Stiles. You leaned back on your hands as you let your head fall backward and looked up at the stars. They were out tonight, and they were scattered throughout the sky. Some weren't bright, and a few looked like they were planes, but the bright ones, they looked like they were twinkling. 

You let out a contented sigh. "The sky is pretty tonight." 

"Yeah," You heard Stiles clear his throat. "It is." He all but whispered, but you still heard him, even over the chirping of the crickets nearby. 

You felt the familiar burning stare you had felt earlier today as you swam, and you pulled your eyes away from the sky to find Stiles looking at you intently. As your eyes met his, Stiles seemed to snap out of his daze and averted his eyes back toward the water. You smirked to yourself as you sat back up. 

Suddenly, confidence filled your veins when you shuffled to sit closer to Stiles, your shoulders brushing against each other as you leaned forward and tried to catch Stiles's gaze, but it seemed that he was avoiding your eyes. You saw a faint red hue against his sun-kissed cheeks, his moles and freckles scattered throughout his face and neck as the glow from the pool light that illuminated his features. 

"Stiles." You called out to him. 

He looked at you slowly, his eyes timid as he licked his bottom lip nervously. Your eyes flickered down to his lips at his actions before they quickly snapped back to his eyes. 

"Were you staring at me instead of the sky?" You couldn't help but say with a teasing smirk dancing on your lips. 

You can see Stiles get visibly more flustered, the faint blush on his cheeks now spreading to his ears and neck. 

"Wh-what? Pff no." Stiles tried to deny it, but he wasn't convinced of himself either. 

You couldn't help but giggle and lean towards him. "If it makes you feel better, I liked that you were looking at me." 

Stiles's eyes widened slightly as he looked at you in disbelief. "Really?" He asked dumbly. 

"Mhm." You bit your bottom lip as you tried to contain the wide grin that threatened to appear on your face as you nodded at him. You noticed his eyes were blown out as they flitted down your lips before meeting your eyes. 

"Do you want to kiss me Stiles?" You asked boldly. 

It seemed that your question short-circuited him. "Huh?" Was the only thing he could respond with.

You huffed out a laugh through your nose. "I asked you if you wanted to kiss me." You said as you leaned even more toward him. At this point, your noses were touching, and your lips threatened to brush against his. 

You saw Stiles swallow thickly before nodding.

"Words, Stiles. I need words." You whispered. 

"I want to kiss you so badly." Stiles let the words fall out of his mouth, not even bothering to filter his words. 

You smirked as you brushed your lips against his before pulling back slightly. "You're gonna have to catch me first." You said before pulling back entirely from him and getting up from your place on the edge of the pool, the water sloshing around from the sudden movement. 

You laughed at the dumbfounded look on his face as you started to run through Lydia's big backyard. It seemed that the water lapping at Stiles's leg and your laugh broke him out of his stupor, and he immediately jumped into action. He quickly got up from his position and saw that you were on the opposite side of the pool from him, with a grin on your face. 

Stiles couldn't help but start smiling at your infectious smile and darted to the right, trying to get to you as fast as he could. You swiftly went in the opposite direction; now, this was the start of the cat-and-mouse game between the two of you. You ran in circles around the pool a couple of times, hiding behind the pillars that surrounded the pool if Stiles managed to get on the same side you were on, but you were slowly getting tired, so you decided when you were on the shorter end of the pool, you ran towards the doors. 

But before you could even make it to the steps of the awning that led to the doors of the backyard, you had forgotten that Stiles was taller than you and had a longer stride, so you squealed when you felt him grab your waist from behind and hoisted you in the air in his arms. He spun you guys around, Stiles and your joyous laughter filling the quiet night with a certain warmth and affection that could be only found in lovestruck teens. 

Stiles eventually stopped spinning and set you down, your back facing the pool as you guys were near the edge of it. His grip on you wasn't tight, but his hands never fell from your hips as you spun around and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The both of you had identical breathless smiles on your faces as Stiles rested his forehead against yours. One of your hands moved to rest on the nape of his neck and played with the short hairs there as you stared at Stiles. 

His usual whiskey-colored eyes were blown out, and he only saw a sliver of his eye color. 

"I caught you." Stiles said as he calmed down, his chest heaving slightly. 

You smiled. "You did."

"Can I kiss you?" Stiles asked with a whisper. 

Instead of responding, you tilted your head and placed your lips on his. The kiss was hesitant, testing the waters as you felt the softness of Stiles's lips. It was short, but it still filled your veins with warmth as he pulled back from it. You opened your eyes, a soft smile on your lips. Stiles's eyes were filled with desire and something else, but you couldn't tell because he had all but slammed his lips against yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. 

Stiles pulled you closer to him as one of his hands began to move and rest on your waist, the other moving higher to cup your cheek as he swiped at your bottom lip with his tongue. You couldn't help but let a soft noise leave the back of your throat as you tasted the salt and butter from the popcorn he was eating earlier as his tongue explored your mouth. You unconsciously tugged at Stiles's hair, making him groan loudly, sending a vibration through you and down to your core, feeling the warmth beginning to grow in your belly. 

Neither of you noticed, but Stiles was pushing the two of you backward, and before you knew it, the cold water of the pool enveloped the two of you. The two of you broke away from each other and quickly swam to the surface of the pool. Once you wiped the water from your eyes, you looked at Stiles with wide eyes before you started to chuckle. Then your chuckle turned into a full-blown laughing fit. Then you heard Stiles begin to join you in your hysterical laughter. 

Once you calmed down, you swam a short distance towards Stiles and wrapped your arms around his shoulders once again. He grabbed your waist before his hands slid down to your thighs and maneuvered you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

Both of you were still smiling widely at each other. You leaned down slightly to place your lips on Stiles's again. The change in scenery didn't stop you at all from kissing Stiles. You knew once you had kissed Stiles, it would be impossible to stop. You guys traded kisses ranging from passionate to slow ones as Stiles waded in the water. You guys lost yourselves in each other, time ceasing to exist as you ran your hands through Stiles's wet hair and Stiles's hands gripping your thighs firmly. 

Eventually, when you broke away for air, a slight breeze blew through the air, and a shiver racked your body. 

Stiles frowned. "We should probably get out before someone catches us making out in Lydia's pool." He joked slightly as he started to move you guys to the shallow end. 

"Too late!" You heard Lydia's voice echo throughout the backyard. 

The two of you both jumped, and your heads snapped to see Lydia standing a little ways away from the pool with her arms crossed and a smug smile on her face. You quickly escaped from Stiles's grip as the two of you got out of the pool. You both looked at her sheepishly. 

Lydia tossed you two spare towels that were on the lounge chair nearby. "Glad you two finally figured it out. But if you're staying over Stiles, keep the noise to a minimum please." She said before heading back inside. 

You saw out of the corner of your eye that Stiles rolled his eyes at Lydia but began drying off. You couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, making his head jerk towards you. 

"Something funny?" Stiles asked as he dried his hair with the towel. 

"Nope." You said as you toweled off as best as you could. 

Stiles wrapped his towel around his neck and took a step towards you. At this point, you weren't dripping wet, but your clothes still clung to you. His eyes roamed up and down your body, as he used his index finger to make you look at him. You could see the lust fill his eyes, and you placed a hand on his chest before he could take another step. 

"Down, boy." You said jokingly. "We'll have time for that later, besides I don't want to have sex in Lydia's house of all places." 

Stiles started to sputter. "Wh-what! What makes you think I wanted to have sex with you? No! I meant I do, but like-" 

You quickly silenced his ramblings with a quick kiss before pulling back. "I got it Stiles. Again, we'll have time for that later." You said before sending him a reassuring smile. 

Stiles nodded sharply. "Right, right. It'll happen. Wait. Does that mean that we're together now?" 

An amused chuckle left your lips. "Yeah, I hope so." 

"Then we are." Stiles said with a goofy smile on his face, clearly elated at the notion of the two of you being together. 

"Okay then boyfriend, let's get inside because I'm in desperate need of changing out of these wet clothes." 

"Okay, let's go girlfriend." 

[agroteraa]

The Wrath of the Stag

Chapter one

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

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Part 3.1.

Part 1: Actaeon

Part 2: Artemis

Part 3.2: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.2)

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, masturbation, mentions of sex, almost?onesided!Felix.

Word Count: 4,3K

The summer went on. June and July were already more than happy months, but August gifted you with completely new feelings in your life.

Two weeks had passed since the events of the karaoke night. During this time, you and Oliver became even closer, but it was only known to the two of you. In public, you tried to behave the same way, but as soon as no one was around, Oliver stole a kiss from you every now and then, and this was just the beginning of the list. Winking at him while playing tennis, almost riding him in the library chair, flirting by the pool while no one was watching and caressing each other underwater, passionately making out on Saltburn garden benches late at nights, luring him into your bathroom while no one was nearby, holding hands in the dark in the "back row" in the cinema room while watching some TV or film all together. And endless glances at each other that lasted almost forever.

And not to mention all the hot, sleepless, though as silent as possible, summer nights that he gave you when he sneaked into your room. Of course, your rapprochement was seen a little more in public than before, but no one seemed to notice anything. Or say anything. Except Felix, who sometimes seemed to frown if you and Oliver talked about something for too long, forgetting about him.

This summer was like a thrilling fairy tale that was supposed to end beautifully with Oliver Quick's birthday.

While Elspeth and James were planning the party, the costumes, the guest list, you were thinking about what you could gift your dear one. During a trip with Venetia to the city for shopping and searching of an outfit for the upcoming event, you went to a local bookstore. Walking past the shelves and looking through the many options, you stopped at something that such a sophisticated and well-read person like Oliver would appreciate. A large thick dark green book about ancient Greek mythology in a gift edition, with gold lettering, on the cover there was Icarus falling away from the sun. His wings and sun were embossed in gold and were slightly voluminous. Excellent, you thought to yourself, running your fingers over the cover. That was it.

Returning to Saltburn after a trip on a hot day, you and Venetia decided to swim a little, and then take a rest and sunbathe near the windows of the house. Having spread out colorful blankets, both of you lay down on them in swimsuits, drank soda and lazily chatted about something of your own.

Oliver was smoking at the time, lying in his bathtub and enjoying the thought of how he would bask in attention on his birthday. How he would bathe in Y/N’s attention. After leaving the tub, he was waiting for water to drain and slowly walked over to the window. Oh. You were there, lying in a swimsuit. You were relatively far away, but he could perfectly imagine the droplets of water and sweat evaporating from your hot body. You turned over on the blanket, gracefully bending and swinging your legs, talking to Venetia.

Ooh. He had missed you so much already. He remembered how this body, which was now turning on the blanket, writhing under him last night. It was so beautiful. He began to feel aroused again. Oliver's hand reached down for the rapidly hardening cock. He was lazily puffing on a cigarette and looking at you from the window, stroking his manhood. It felt so good. He felt like a king in his domain right now.

"Hey, Ollie, I..." Felix entered the room without knocking, thinking that Oliver was in his room and not in the bathroom, "What the fuck?"

Quick took his hand away in fright and jumped a little away from the window, putting out his cigarette.

Felix went to the window and followed his gaze, "No, what the fuck? Are you wanking to my sister? Or… Y/N?!"

Oliver started to stutter, "Um...I..."

"No, I want to know that. It's creepy, man!" Felix insisted.

Not knowing which answer was the most or least acceptable to Felix, Oliver decided to say "both".

"Huh?" Felix was still confused, standing frozen for a moment. But then shook it off, laughing, "I get it, buddy, it seems someone has a complete lack of girls. Don't worry, we'll go back to Oxford, I'll help you get laid."

He jokingly hit Oliver in the shoulder, he shriveled a little, and nodded, pursing his lips, responding with a weak "yeah, great".

"I just came by to tell you that my mom has found you a birthday outfit and wants you to come up to her now. You should like it," Felix said, turning around and leaving the room, his face becoming gloomy and broody again.

* * *

Two days later, you were reading a copy of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" by the pool, the weather was wonderful and you were enjoying the August sun. Felix came to the next lounger, wearing only swimming shorts.

"Hey, Y/N, can I join your sunbathing?"

You said yes, surprised that the owner of the house suddenly asked you for such permission. He sat down and looked at you, smiling. He was squinting slightly from the sun, the freckles on his face were beautifully scattered over his summer-tanned skin.

"Oh, you've almost finished the book... And I'm stuck in the middle, I still can't get through it, the chapters got tedious."

You laughed, "Well, yes, you've never been a big fan of books."

"It's true," Felix grinned and continued, hesitating, "Y/N, can we talk about something?"

"...yes?" you answered, surprised, putting the book on your lap and sitting up on your lounger.

"What are you... thinking about Oliver?" that question turned your stomach over. What did he mean, did he know something?

"Um, well, he's a good guy. And interesting one. Better than I thought of him when I saw him at Oxford. More precisely, I wasn’t thinking about him at all then, it's more correct to say so," you muttered nervously.

"So are you thinking now?.. Anyways, I don't know, Y/N, sometimes he seems a little strange to me."

"What exactly is it?"

"It doesn't matter," Felix frowned, "The important thing is that I don't really want you to get close. I can see that something is going to happen, between you too. I don't know. Intuition or something. You better not get too close to him."

Oh. It began to dawn on you, and a hot feeling of indignation rose to your throat.

"Listen. I remember Venetia saying that Felix doesn't like to share his toys, but Oliver is a living person with freedom of choice. However, if you don't like it so much that he started communicating more with me than with you, then okay, let's figure something out, but still..."

"No," Felix interrupted you, "It's not about him, it's about you. I don't want to share you. And no, not "share," for God's sake, what a stupid word. And I'm not even talking about the "toy", Venetia is not a five-year-old child..."

You were sitting on a lounger, completely frozen. No.

"...and still she talks about me like I don't want to share a toy train or something," he continued, "So, Y/N, I've been thinking a lot about you, seeing how happily and enthusiastically you are spending time with Oliver. And I thought... that I've also spent so much time hanging out him this summer and basically over the past year, and not only with him, while I could have spent more time with you. Sorry about that."

No, no, no, no. No.

Felix looked expressively at you, raising his eyebrows above his brown doe eyes, and then looked down, smiling warmly and a little shyly.

Your eyes started to fill up a little bit with tears. Felix Catton, what were you doing? Where were you three years ago, two years ago, and even almost a year ago?

That summer when your parents brought you to Saltburn flashed through your mind, you saw Felix for the first time since your almost childhood games. He grew up a lot, became very tall, his voice became deep and velvety, and the slightly angular teenage beauty finally turned into the impeccable beauty of a young man. You fell in love with him those days. But along with these changes, his personality also began to transform. He was still kind and sweet, but a slight harmless arrogance and childish mischief not so rarely began to manifest themselves as selfishness, whims and some kind of narcissism. He had reached an age when the girls' former teenage crushes had turned into insanity and a struggle for his attention. Felix began to bask in the countless girlish admiration.

It upset you, although you were still his friend, his girlfriend's status didn't seem to shine on you, no matter how much you or even your parents, especially your father, wanted it. But you never told Felix and he never knew. You gave hints, but he was so unobservant and self-absorbed that he didn't notice any of this. It also negated your feelings.

The last hope was the moment when you entered Oxford together. You thought this was the right time to get serious, think about your priorities and start learning to live on your own, but it seems that for Felix this was just an excuse to finally break away, disappearing at all the parties in the area, charming the entire campus, taking advantage of all the opportunities and all the girls that life provided him.

This all finally put an end to your last feelings for him, and you moved on, arranging your academic and personal life without his participation and hopes about it. You finally felt absolutely fine and calm, especially having Oliver in your life now.

And now he was telling you all this?

"It was a wonderful summer, I was so happy to spend it with you as much as I could. And I'm already looking forward to returning to Oxford in the autumn, where we could hang out more often."

He smiled shyly, looking into your eyes.

"What about... all the girls?" that's all you were able to say at this moment.

"To hell with the girls. I've been hanging out enough, what haven't I seen there? They're different every day, but they're all the same in the end. And you're the same every day, yet so… different."

At these words, goosebumps ran through your body, and you almost started crying.

"I'm... sorry, it's all kind of sudden. I do not know what to say..." you would have refused another person right away, but you were not able to refuse him here and now, whether it was because you did not have the recourses for this conversation, whether the remnants of old feelings for him woke up in you, or you did not want to offend him, you didn't know yourself. Also, it was not a direct proposal for date or something, after all.

Felix looked at you anxiously, fidgeting on his lounger.

"O-of course, I'm sorry. No pressure, I'm sorry, Y/N. You don't have to answer me right now, I just wanted to tell you how I'm feeling now, that's all."

You nodded and, throwing a towel over yourself and holding back tears, went into the house. Catton Jr. sadly watched you go with a puppy dog look.

* * *

Fortunately, this situation did not manifest itself in any way later. Felix had been acting almost as if nothing happened for several days, and just in case, you decided not to display any special joy when you were communicating with Oliver. What was gotten into him? Probably, after all, he was jealous of his friend for you, because he invited you both this summer, and instead of communicating primarily with the young owner of the house, you and Oliver began to hang out much more with each other. His old and faithful friend and his new friend, whom Felix was very interested in and wanted to help in some way. Yes, perhaps this was really not quite fair, you decided, and began to search for a balance in communicating with both of them.

However, the balance was maintained during the day, but at night the scales often tilted to one particular side. But that wasn't the kind of thing Felix or anyone in this house should know how and with whom did you spend your restless nights.

* * *

"Happy Birthday, Ollie!" you kissed the guy softly, gazing lovingly into his eyes. He looked back at you with adoration. "Ollie." He loved that name when you said it. You were sitting on his bed in his room, it was a beautiful sunny day, the light played on your faces and was especially brightly reflected in the azure eyes of a man who became a year older that day.

"Thank you, my dear Y/N," said the birthday boy, "What is it?"

"If you open it, you'll find out," biting your lip in anticipation, you teased him.

"Oh," he breathed, tearing up the gift wrap, "I do love the culture and history of Ancient Greece, especially its myths. That's fantastic, thanks, Y/N. Although you should know that this is not your most important gift to me."

"Then what is it?"

"You."

Oliver moved closer, covered your hand with his and kissed you gently. Then he took you in his arms, getting out of bed, and began to spin you in the air while you were laughing loudly. Dust motes in the air were spinning and dancing with you too, which were revealed now by your movements and by a bright light shining through the windows of the old manor. You both wanted this moment to last forever.

"And now excuse me, Y/N, I need to get ready – Felix has prepared some kind of surprise for me, we will be back in the evening. See you at the party! I'm looking forward to seeing you in your party dress," Quick winked at you.

* * *

"Felix, look, Felix, please, let me just explain…"

"I think the best thing is that you go home after your party… It is just weird… You’re fucking liar, Ollie! Why would you lie?"

He would tell him why. To attract Felix's fading attention. He wouldn't have seen the need to lie to you about it separately, but since it happened that way…

"Oh, Ollie, poor thing..." that was the first time you called him that when you heard his terrible story. The only time before Saltburn. Your watery eyes, raised eyebrows, worried look. You hugged him comfortingly. For the first and only time before Saltburn. At that moment, he realized that he was ready to come up with a hundred more lies so that you would look at him like that again, so that you would hug him like that again. It was worth it.

"I just wanted to be your friend."

"Look, let’s just get through tonight."

"Can you not tell your family, please? And... Y/N" Oliver looked at Felix pleadingly.

"Of course not. I don’t want her to be disappointed. Fucking hell! It is dark enough as it is!" he replied, retreating deeper into the house.

* * *

You didn't know when they returned, that Oliver went straight to his room, where, crying and screaming into the sheets all his pain, confusion and frustration, he spent the rest of the evening.

Well, now it was time to try on your roles.

You chose a Hermia costume from a Midsummer Night's Dream – a light mint-colored dress just below the knee, baring your shoulders, a crimson fabric passed through your body, which went behind your back and joined in the back area. You had sandals with small heels on your feet. Twirling around in front of the mirror, you left the room satisfied. You headed on to the party early hoping to talk to Oliver, but you met Felix in the hallway with a bottle of tequila in his hand. It seems he was already somewhat drunk.

"Y/N!" he said, "Ah, you look amazing."

Who would say – the guy himself was an angel in the flesh. Literally this time. Golden wings peeked out from behind his back and gave him a festive look, although the rest of his clothes was more than casual - a white tank top and blue jeans, he looked stunning nonetheless.

"Where are you going? The party is that way," Catton Jr. laughed.

"I wanted to find Oliver, I need to talk to him, I haven't seen him since this morning..."

"Listen, don't," Felix's face darkened, "Just don't, let's go have some fun."

"What do you mean..." you started, while Felix, gently putting his hand on your back, led you to the nearest patio bench. He lit a cigarette and began his speech, "Y/N, do you think some people can... keep an eye on others? And to behave strangely in general, not like... all other normal people... not like us."

You didn't understand what he was leading to. Felix slowly exhaled cigarette smoke and continued.

"Do you remember... that TV show, Big Brother? Farleigh got me hooked on it after all. And so, I thought after that, maybe we are also being watched ... sometimes more than we can imagine?"

"Felix, I really don't understand what you're talking about, just tell me directly."

"Don't communicate with Oliver. He's on his own weird mind and generally..."

"What? Felix, it's not funny, please don't talk about Oliver like that just because we started communicating with each other more than with you. And even more so if..."

Felix covered your hand with his and looked at you with a speaking gaze that clearly insisted on his position. You pulled your hand back.

"I like Oliver. He's a good guy."

"Oh my God, Y/N! He wanked at you with Venetia!" the combination of alcohol and cigarettes made the guy more emotional than usual.

"WHAT?"

"Yes, I saw it myself, as he stood in the bathroom, with a cigarette in one hand and his junk in the other. He was looking at you and Venetia when you were sunbathing under the windows, and he told me himself that he was staring and doing… it... at both of you. I just wanted to go in and tell him that mom was calling him to try on a suit..."

The story seemed both true and not to you, you froze, unable to realize it and even more so to believe it.

"I told him that he had a lack of girls in his life, and that we would fix it when we returned to Oxford. He kind of agreed."

Your lips were shaking, you were barely able to control your trembling and coming up tears. An image of Eddie popped into your head. A guy from last summer, another Felix's friend from Oxford, whom Felix invited to spend the summer in Saltburn. Everything was fine, and you were all chatting nicely, when suddenly they quarreled with Felix because Eddie slept with his sister. You didn't even know it was developing this way until it happened, and it was too late for everyone. And you even thought at one point that Eddie might like you. God, are you such a blind fool? All these events seemed painfully familiar to you right now, but you didn't want them to happen again for real. Not with him. Not with your Ollie.

"Tequila? " Felix suggested, and you silently grabbed the bottle, taking many big sips, "Hey, take it easy..."

Felix patted you on the shoulder, and then tucked a stray lock behind your ear, "Don't get upset about this weirdo, Y/N. He'll come and go, but you and I are here forever. Forget it."

He put his hand on yours again, looking at you with his gleaming brown eyes. But you were not up to it, you pulled your hand out for the second time and ran away with quick, sharp steps, taking the bottle of tequila with you.

At that moment, Farleigh sauntered up to Felix from the other side of the courtyard. He sat down next to him and lit a cigarette. "And I've told you that this Oliver is a little. Damn. Freak," he said, gesturing with the cig in his hand, "Have never been wrong about my antipathies."

Felix, not even particularly surprised that Farleigh had heard everything, only replied, "Yes, maybe you were right...", but he did not say about the main Oliver’s lie. Felix had promised. And he kept his promises. At least some of them.

* * *

You went to the party in the main hall, where people were already hanging out and music was playing. The bottle in your hands was almost empty and helped you not to cry this evening. Although perhaps your sadness was growing into more of an anger, because for the second hour straight you had been scrolling in your mind through the images of previous and this summer in your head. Eddie, Venetia… Oliver… Venetia… You also remembered how nice and quite lively he was with her, especially at first. You thought it was just a courtesy to the daughter of the owners of the house, but now you were very unsure about it. Moreover, you remembered how, somewhere in June, Farleigh hinted that he saw them together at night under the castle window, but there was no confirmation of this, and the situation was forgotten. Or maybe he was right all along? Oh, stupid you.

You walked through the crowd, smiled briefly and nodded to Lady Elspeth, who was dressed as Titania. A beautiful look, but you were not in the mood to approach and compliment her right now, even Sir James's knight costume, which completely did not match the fantasy outfit of his fairy queen, stopped making you smile. Taking a cocktail from the waiters, you stood against the wall, looking at the people sulkily. Venetia was dancing somewhere in the crowd. You wanted to approach her terribly, but you didn't know at all how or what to start a conversation with her. Everything seemed stupid and pointless.

Happiness

And loneliness

A familiar song started playing, the lines of which were now especially bitterly perceived by your clouded mind. Happiness... was it really there? There were so many questions running through your head. How dared he peep on you, on you and Venetia, and maybe not only, and what was he doing at the same time… You were furious and frustrated at the same time.

Happiness seems to be loneliness

And loneliness killed my world

How could you guess, when you're only thinking of yourself

And how you look to other girls?

The bass dropped, and the hall exploded with a powerful electronic bridge. At that moment, Oliver entered the room from the other end. He was wearing a dazzling white suit with beautiful oak leaf embroidery, the jacket barely concealed his bare torso, as he was shirtless. He had antlers on his head.

He walked deeper into the room with a slow, confident gait, as if he was looking for someone. Purple, pink and blue lights from the spotlight danced on his face, and he himself was periodically disappeared in the rays of the strobe light as he pierced through the crowd.

Happiness seems to be loneliness

And loneliness killed my world

How could you guess, when you're only thinking of yourself

And how you look to other girls?

Yes, he was looking for you. Your legs almost carried you to him on their own. But you didn't want to come over. You just decided to stand against the wall, watching what happens next. And you shouldn't decide to do that, because he found some girl in the crowd, bent down and whispered something in her ear. They began to dance slightly to the rhythm of the song. Something moved inside you. But you were already drunk enough to, instead of frustration, angrily come up to the waiter near the "lovebirds" and defiantly start drinking two shots in a row right there.

Oliver, seeing you, exclaimed "Y/N!", immediately recoiling from this girl.

"Oh, you noticed me! Must have been looking for me for a long time?" you remarked venomously.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking for you right now."

Your heart sank into your heels.

"Then who is it?"

"It doesn't matter. We'll talk later, please," Oliver said gloomily, looking you up and down, but saying nothing more.

He went on into the crowd, and you remained standing, deafened by the sounds of screaming music about happiness and loneliness. Soon enough, you saw that Oliver had found Venetia, and she hugged him while he started talking in her ear. She shrugged cheerfully, throwing her arms over his shoulders, and began swinging her hips next to him. Your heart was almost broken. You drank another shot, grabbed from the waiter's tray, and headed in the other direction, noticing that Felix had entered the hall.

"Y/N, how are you? I hope you're having fun. Oh..." the guy exclaimed joyfully, realizing that you were taking his hand and leading him through the crowd to the exit. The crowd did not end both inside and outside the manor – everything was filled with people shouting, dancing, drinking and kissing to loud music. You were drunk too and didn't even fully understand what you wanted to do, but you knew for sure that you needed to go to a place where there would be silence and no one around.

And so you had reached the maze.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A brother's instructions

Day 5 for @manweweek

Rating: E

Prompts: Free of Evil | Opposition

Pairing: Manwë/Melkor for Sofie (nyarnamaitar)

Themes: Dead Dove | Smut

Warnings: Dub-con | Manipulation | Incest | Kissing | Marking | Handjob | Mild choking | Penetrative sex | First time

Wordcount: 2.7k words

Summary: Prior to his wedding to Varda, Manwë’s brother calls on him, offering to teach him how to satisfy his bride in a way he does not expect.

Minors DNI | 18+

This fic is also available on AO3

“I hear you are to be wed.” Melkor leaned against the doorpost, the dark pools of his eyes glinting in the starlight that spilled freely into his brother’s chambers. “And I have come to offer my felicitations, brother mine.”

Manwë turned to face him, his lips forming a bashful smile. His brother’s visits were always welcomed, especially now that an occasion of great significance loomed large before him.

“My thanks, brother,” he returned warmly. “Lady Varda’s wish to be wed to me was wondrous for me to hear.”

“Indeed, brother mine. Indeed.” Melkor was perfectly calm, perfectly amiable. Deep within him, however, anger rose like a tumultuous storm that would have stripped everything around him to its bones had he allowed it. His brother was to be married to another, and the notion distressed Melkor deeply. 

Look at him, he thought, while his brother kept up a lively chatter about his upcoming nuptials. Varda is unworthy of him. He is so radiant. So beautiful. So innocent and unsuspecting of the true motives and desires of others. 

Dark lips curled into a twisted smile. Manwë was beautiful and radiant, as any of the Valar should be. He was also an innocent who was free of evil and pure of heart, a being who could not truly fathom the secret notions and desires hiding within the dark recesses of the minds of others. And he had not seen the desires that dwelled in his brother’s mind, for they had always been concealed from him. Melkor was besotted with him. It had been this way since the moment his younger brother came of age and Melkor found himself smitten by Manwë after he made himself known to him. This feeling grew with the passing of the ages, and Melkor did little to dampen it.  

Innocent and unsuspecting, he repeated to himself. Too innocent and unsuspecting for his own good. Perhaps there is a way yet for me to achieve a sliver, at least, of what I desire, he realized, if I speak the right words. And if I am successful, I may yet have a taste of him before he places himself in the arms of another for all time.

“What you have said is all good,” Melkor began and set his plan into motion. “But it will not be enough. A marriage is more than just a pledging of vows, brother. There are times when a marriage needs more than just tender companionship to keep itself alive. Have you given any thought to the other aspects as well?”

“You mean pleasures of both the spirit and the flesh?” His brother flushed, wringing his hands. Manwë had indeed given the notion much thought, and he found himself praying that he would not fail to please his new bride in any way, for he had abstained from such acts despite the many invitations from others to do so. Oh, he saw nothing wrong with such invitations; he simply desired to wait until he found the companion of his life. “Yes. I know of this brother.”

“Do you desire it?” Melkor asked with feigned indifference. “Does your lady desire it?”

Manwë flushed again, unable to look his brother in the eye. “Yes. To both. Varda is said to be a most passionate woman, and I… I hope that I will be able to please her in every way.”

“I understand completely,” Melkor replied solemnly, pacing his brother’s chamber, his eyes darting to the wide featherbed and its silk sheets. The bed was barely slept in, for they, the Valar, did not require rest and true sleep unless their earthly vessels were weary. And Manwë was rarely weary. 

Perhaps it is time that featherbed was put to some proper use. Melkor stopped by the foot of it before turning to face his brother.

“Do you wish to know how best to please your future queen and keep her content?”

“I do. More than anything.” 

“Then will you allow me to teach you? I have some experience in this sphere. I could guide you.”

His brother—who had been gazing out the windows—snapped around to look at him, startled by this most unusual offer. “You mean I should listen to what you have to say?”

“Not just say,” his brother answered, laughing. “I will show you by allowing you to take liberties with my body. Come now, brother,” he added when Manwë grew pale. “Have you lost your courage?” 

“I… I do not think it is wise, brother,” Manwë said, puzzled. His brother sought to show him how to please his queen instead of just counseling him about what took place in the marriage bed. He did not know what to make of it. What he did know was that such acts were forbidden, not just for the Children, the Eldar and the yet-to-be-discovered Edain, but for the Valar as well. “And it is an abomination, brother, for you and I to cleave to each other in such a way even in the flesh.”

“It is far from an abomination,” Melkor sighed as if in defeat. “But I will leave if you do not desire my guidance.”

“So soon?” His brother cried when he walked past him, comporting himself in the manner of an aggrieved soul. “Please stay, brother; I cannot bear to see you leave so soon.”

Melkor paused by the door, his hand already around its golden handle. The key has found its way into its lock, he thought, pleased with himself, and pleased with how easy it was to bring his brother around. Now all I need to do is to turn it into its proper place. 

“You do not wish me to leave?” he murmured, his back to his brother the entire time. “But why must I stay, brother mine, when you call my offer to help a vile and monstrous act?”  

“Please stay, brother,” his brother beseeched him. “Please. I… I did not mean to insult you.”

“You will trust me and willingly do what I ask of you?” Melkor turned around to face him, his countenance grave. Deep within, however, he was rejoicing. “All of what I ask of you?”

“I…” Manwë paused and hesitated. Melkor invited him to do something that would go against everything they were taught by their creator. However, he wanted to trust his brother. He wanted Melkor to see that he did not doubt his intentions, and he yearned to know how best to satisfy his future queen. “Yes. But just in the flesh, yes?”

“Of course, of course,” Melkor agreed. “Just in the flesh, and not in the spirit. Too much harm can come to us if our spirits are bonded. Now stay here. There is something I must procure for us first.”

That something turned out to be a clear, crystal bottle of oil that Melkor obtained after some discrete searching. It gleamed atop the little table it was placed on, and Manwë regarded it, wondering how it would be used. Then he turned to face his brother, mustering the courage that threatened to desert him at that moment.

“I… I am ready,” he declared softly. His brother smiled.

“First,” said Melkor, “we must kiss. Come here, brother mine. Place your arms around my neck and close your eyes. I will show you how it is done.” 

Manwë obeyed, albeit reluctantly, gasping when he was kissed violently and his brother’s hand tangled in his hair. He willed his mind to open, more than a little frightened by the savagery of his brother’s embrace.

“It hurts,” he exclaimed when his brother tightened his other arm around his waist in a vise-like hold. “It hurts, brother.”

“Tis how it is, brother,” Melkor growled, savoring the warmth lingering in his brother’s mouth. And oh! The sweetness he found lingering within it, the cravings it gave rise to! “Varda will desire this, even act in this manner as well. Listen to me, brother, when I say this is the only way to keep a being like her content.” 

“I… very well, brother.” Manwë yielded, whimpering when he felt the sting of his brother’s teeth against his lips and when the heaviness of his brother’s arousal pressed against his lower belly. Melkor wasted little time, ripping the robes off his brother’s person in his greed to feel flesh against flesh. He was not disappointed in any regard, for when he freed himself of his robes and drew his brother close, he found himself sighing wistfully. 

He feels so good. His brother’s fair skin was uncommonly soft and smelled faintly of cool mountain air. And it was perfect, devoid of any flaw. Melkor had often dreamed of it—his brother’s pale skin pressing against his own and his soft, windblown hair spreading around him like silk. 

And for once, I get to make my vision of us real. Melkor tumbled Manwë onto his bed and sat astride him, marking his throat and arms and torso with his tongue and his lips and his teeth. Manwë—despite the arousal that had already gathered deep within the pit of his stomach—thought this was all too much. Surely the pleasures of the flesh were supposed to be gentler than this?

“Too much, brother. Please.” He tried to resist, to push himself away. His nails inadvertently dug into his brother’s thighs during his attempts to break free. Melkor growled, inflamed, and wrapped his hand around his brother’s throat, pinning him to the featherbed. “Tis too much for me.” 

“It is far from too much,” he lilted, bracing his other hand by his brother’s shoulder. Manwë hissed softly when the pressure applied against his flesh increased slightly, and when the weight of his brother came to settle against the cradle of his hips. He could have used his mastery over wind and air to free himself, but he could not bring himself to do so. He could not bear the notion of wounding his brother in any way. “And it is how your lady would desire it—all heat and flames and passion. Do you wish to stop now, brother mine, when you are so close to discovering how to truly pleasure her?

“I… I do not know.”

“Precisely. You do not know. Which is why I intend to teach you. Now stop resisting my embraces, and let me show you the rest.”

His brother looked at him, his eyes wide and full of confusion. And Melkor, thinking an inducement was needed, released his hold and reached down to wrap his hand around his brother’s cock instead. It produced a much-sought-after effect. Manwë arched his back and let out a transported whine, his hands fisting against the sheets, when he felt himself being stroked for the first time.

“Is that a yes, brother mine?” Melkor asked, masking his elation with innocent warmth, when his brother thrust up his hips. 

“Yes, yes, brother,” Manwë—unable to stop himself—cried out, when yet another flash of pleasure tore through him. 

Melkor groaned when he was addressed so. He did not dwell on it, thinking it would undo him and drive him mad if he did. He set his eyes on the task at hand instead, turning his brother onto his belly, bidding him to wait, and telling him that he had to be prepared for what came next. Manwë waited, ashamed of the want that bloomed and surged through his being, and ashamed for wanting to know more of what his brother had in store for him. 

His brother had a great deal in store for him, though, at the time, he knew little of it. The first thing he felt after the weight of the featherbed shifted again was his brother’s legs forcing his own apart. He turned to look over his shoulder, but his brother commanded him to turn back with a heated thought. The next thing he felt was his brother’s hand, large and cool and slick with oil, caressing the small of his back. Manwë closed his eyes.

What will come next? He wondered. 

Pain came next. Pain like he had never felt before was searing through his insides. Manwë tried to look over his shoulder again when the finger that had breached him sank deeper. 

“What are you doing to me?” He demanded, his words feeble.

“Preparing you, just as I said.” Melkor thrust deeply, pressing his finger against a particular place that made his brother dig his nails into the sheets, tearing at them. His quiet moan was sweet and golden, like music to Melkor’s ears. He pressed his finger against that place again, and his name spilled off his brother’s swollen lips in a whisper. “For Varda may do it as well. There are even special implements that she could use for her pleasure as well as for yours. Would you like to know how she could do this?”

“I… that is yes, brother.” Manwë, still full of shame and self-disgust, moaned again when a second finger joined the first, opening him up even more. Melkor used a generous hand with the oil. He applied it along his length and pushed more inside his brother. Then, when he was more than ready, he gripped his brother’s hips and lifted them just high enough to breach him again without too much trouble. And without warning, he did so, pushing himself inside with one long thrust. 

Manwë cried out: from shock, from pain, unable to comprehend how he could accept such an intrusion, and unable to comprehend how he could accept so much of it. Melkor was big—uncomfortably, painfully so. Manwë felt him grunt against the back of his neck and heard him whisper “Finally,” when he sank home. Then he began to move, his shallow thrusts deepening as his pleasure grew.

This is wrong, thought Manwë, even as hunger for more flared through him, white-hot and blinding. This is wrong. This should not be happening. We must stop. I must put a stop to this. I must…

“Enjoying yourself, brother mine?”

Too late did Manwë realize that his moans joined the euphony Melkor had created with his own. Humiliated, he dropped his head, muffling his cries against his arm. His brother did not mind. He took his pleasure as and how he found it, striking the place he found before, bringing both himself and his brother to the very brink by chasing his own release. 

“You are close.” Melkor tightened his grip with one hand while the other moved to tangle itself once more in the pale silver of his brother’s hair. He grabbed onto it and tugged hard, delighting in the little whine he heard. “Your release is almost upon you. I can feel it in the tightening of your body. Do you want me to show you what that would feel like, brother? When your queen takes you over the edge while sharing pleasures?”

“I… that is yes, yes, brother.” Manwë was starting to think there was more to these lessons, something that Melkor kept hidden from his sight. Still, he could not dwell on any suspicion. Not at that moment. Not when golden light kept bursting to life behind his eyes. He whispered his brother’s name and chased after it, giddy and lightheaded, forgetting his shame, unable and unwilling to linger on his brother’s motives. He whispered brother’s name again, this time when he found that light. He let it wash over him and drown him in its brilliance, his body trembling and trembling while he spilled across the sheets, his brother’s name parting his lips in wild little cries. He was still shaking when he heard his brother’s deep cry, and when he felt the warmth of his brother’s spend flood his insides. Then his brother went still, and a hush settled over his chambers. It was everywhere, as all-consuming as the light that washed over him before. Manwë slowly opened his eyes.

Is it now over? He made a faint noise when his brother finally slipped out of him and collapsed onto his side. Has my brother’s lesson come to an end?

“Are your instructions over, brother?” Manwë murmured when he could finally lift his head and speak. He regarded his brother discretely, drinking in the shimmering, slate-gray skin and the hair that fell around him like a dark waterfall. Then he turned away, mortified for admiring him so. Melkor had seen him looking and did well to hide the triumphant smirk that threatened to burst forth. 

So trusting. So innocent. And finally, mine. Varda will never be able to claim all of him now. My mark will forever be etched on his spirit. 

“Our lessons are far from over,” Melkor began after he gathered his breath. “Rest, brother mine. I have so much more to teach you. They too will serve you well, I think, where your new queen is concerned.”  

[tinyarmedtrex]

Reddie + 16

Water based sex (nsfw)

“Eds, come on! Get in the water already!” Richie called out, doggy paddling around while keeping his eyes on Eddie. “It’s not cold once you’re in!” 

Eddie frowned, not believing his boyfriend in the slightest. “I thought you said we were going star gazing!” He called out, hands on his hips.

“Stars are out!” Richie replied, moving so he was floating on his back and staring up at the sky. “Come gaze with meeeeebaby!”

Eddie huffed, knowing that Richie wouldn’t leave until he got in too. They only had a few weeks until both went back to college on opposite sides of the country and Eddie didn’t want to waste them screaming at Richie from the bank. Pulling off all his clothes except his underwear he walked to the water, swearing as it lapped against his legs.

“This is a fucking awful idea.” He told Richie once he finally reached him. “I’m freezing.”

“But look.” Richie gestured up, pointing to the sky and the trees. “How can you be upset?” 

Something in him softened, just from how mesmerized Richie was. “Fine. You’re right.” He moved closer, wrapping his legs around Richie while also looking up. Eddie knew Richie could still touch the bottom and he took full advantage of it, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “It’s beautiful out here.” 

“Not as beautiful as you.” Richie said, turning to look at him and kissing Eddie. “I can’t believe I have to say good bye to you soon.”

Eddie hummed into the kiss, leaving his lips near Richie’s. “We made it three years, this is it. Then we can finally get our own place.”

“And a cat!”

“And a cat.” Eddie agreed. Whenever either of them felt sad about being apart they’d talk about their future apartment, decorating it and debating where things would go. It reminded them both that this was temporary, that they’d be together soon and forever.

“More importantly though,” Richie shift Eddie so he was in front of him, his hands gripping Eddie’s ass. “A big bed. I’m talking huge. And we’re not leaving it for a week.” Eddie gasped as he felt Richie’s finger prod his hole, rubbing the muscle through his underwear.

“What about food?” He asked, closing his eyes.

“That’s what delivery is for.” Richie’s voice was deeper and Eddie knew he was watching his expressions. “I want you. I’ve wanted you all day. I know you wore those shorts just to tease me.”

“Maybe.” Eddie replied, starting to shallowly thrust against Richie, lost in how good it felt to be against him, how safe and sexy he felt in Richie’s arms. They had been with the losers all day, a picnic then movie. Richie was right, Eddie’s outfit had been designed to drive him crazy. He’d made sure to bend over whenever he could, feeling Richie’s eyes on him. 

“God I love you.” Richie said, his lips brushing Eddie’s neck, kissing the hickeys he’d left the other night. He squeezed Eddie’s ass, making him moan loudly. He could feel Richie’s erection digging into him. 

“I’m not having sex in this lake.” Eddie told him.

Laughing, Richie kissed him again. “I know, I don’t have lube anyway.” He looked around. “What about this.” Still carrying Eddie and kissing him he lifted him to a rock. Richie was still in the water and Eddie was looking down at him. “Can I take these off?” He said, snapping Eddie’s underwear. 

He nodded, lifting his hips so Richie could pull them off. “Gorgeous.” He said, kissing Eddie’s thighs. “So fucking perfect.” Richie’s lips kissed the tip of his erection but quickly moved down, “Lie back.” He directed. Eddie compiled, moaning as he felt Richie’s tongue prod his hole. “Fuck Eds, we need to have sex in the moonlight more. You’re so damn hot.” His voice was muffled by Eddie’s thighs, something he never thought he’d find so sexy until he experienced it.

“Richie, shit,” Eddie gasped, unable to articulate much more. Richie’s tongue circled the tight muscle before pressing flat while his hand pumped Eddie. He moaned, the sound echoing around them. 

“Love hearing you, love when you don’t have to be quiet.” Richie told him, taking a chance to nip his thighs. “Those sounds baby.” Richie’s tongue was back on him, barely pressing into his hole, and Eddie arched off the rock. 

“I’m so close.” The sensation of both was too much, Richie’s undivided attention on him was always his undoing.

Richie’s response was to move his tongue and hand faster, flicking his wrist and drawing another long moan from Eddie. “Shit, shit,” Eddie cried out as he came, cum landing on his stomach as he came back down.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Richie told him, pulling the boneless Eddie back to him and kissing his neck. Eddie wrapped his legs back around Richie, kissing his neck.

“What about you?”

“Two hands baby, don’t worry.” He said, kissing Eddie’s forehead. “Plus we’ve got a whole week.” Eddie nodded, his head falling to Richie’s shoulder. “Love you Eds.”

“Love you ‘Chee.”

[runningmunson]

Trailer Park Trash

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: After a comment from Jason, Eddie becomes insecure about where he lives. Reader reassures him she loves it.

Warnings: bullying, socioeconomic insecurity, brief mention of sex, not great writing? (this is the first fic I've ever written)

Trailer park trash.

Those words kept going through Eddie’s head during the last period of class to the point where that was all he could think about. Eddie wasn’t insecure that often, especially not when it came to anything that came out of Jason Carver’s mouth. And he certainly never cared about fitting into the societal norm of a cookie-cutter life. But something about what he said to him in the cafeteria struck a nerve. 

“I don’t get what Y/N sees in you. You’ll never be good enough for her. Nothing about you is special, freak. I mean have you seen where you live? You’re just trailer park trash, Munson.” Jason said to Eddie, after one of his many lunchtime outbursts, before storming off.

He was never bothered by living in a trailer before.  Life wasn't easy, with an absent mother who cut town when he was little and a father in jail. His Uncle Wayne worked hard to give him everything he needed and put a roof over their heads. It wasn’t much but it was home, the only real home Eddie has ever known. Y/N wouldn’t be embarrassed about it, right? Only, he wasn’t quite sure anymore, maybe Jason was right.

 Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts to the sound of the bell going off. He quickly put his stuff away and rushed out of the classroom to meet you at his car. You were going to his house to force Eddie to study for an upcoming exam. 

“Hey, Eddie! Are you ready to go?” You said, trying to give him a quick kiss before he turned his head. 

“Yeah,” Eddie said shortly before walking away. He got in the car and slammed the door, not even helping you with your bag like he usually does. You immediately knew something was wrong but weren’t going to push it. One thing you both appreciated about your relationship is that you never forced the other to open up, you always gave each other space and the opportunity to let you come to one another on your terms. 

The rest of the drive was silent, Eddie not even turning his music on like always. The silence was deafening as you watched his hands tighten and release around the steering wheel several times. The only thing Eddie could think about was how great your life was and how shitty his is.

The first time Eddie visited your house he couldn’t believe it. It was a big, beautiful, white two-story house with a green door and shutters. There was a trellis leaning against the side with vines climbing up the wood (one he would spend many times climbing up to sneak into your bedroom at night). The front yard had the greenest grass he had ever seen with red rose bushes lining the front of your house. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a grand staircase and your golden retriever named Charlie. The smell of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air as your mom stepped out of the kitchen to finally meet this boyfriend of yours that you couldn’t stop talking about. After your dad came home you all had dinner in the sunroom that overlooked a huge backyard with a pool. Your parents adored Eddie. Everything about that night was perfect. Your house was perfect, your parents were perfect, your whole life was perfect, you were perfect. And well, Eddie was just Eddie. 

The drive to his house felt long and you were thankful to finally reach your destination. Once you get inside you make your way to his room. Eddie throws himself on the bed the second you open the door, hair flying everywhere, and him twisting his rings and not saying a word. Still, you ignore the bad feeling in your gut and sit at his desk to begin studying. After an hour of sitting in silence, Eddie let out a big sigh and sat up.

“Are you ever embarrassed about the fact that I live in a trailer park?” Eddie let out slowly with a look of defeat, getting right to the point. His insecurity was getting the best of him and needed to know what you really thought.

“What?” You turn around in the chair to look at him in shock. Sure, Eddie’s house was small, a bit messy, and nothing like your house but you loved it. “Where is this coming from? Why would I be embarrassed about where you live?”

“Oh you know, good old me. I don’t ever know when to stop or keep my mouth shut. Because of that, I pissed Jason off and he called me trailer park trash. Usually I can brush it off, but he just had to bring you into it. And maybe he’s right. I mean I don’t know, it’s not exactly nice where I live. My house has shit everywhere. It’s never clean. All you can ever hear outside are neighbors screaming at each other and dogs barking. It’s nothing like where you live.” Eddie said, messing with the ends of his hair.

You couldn’t believe this. “First of all, Jason Carver is a piece of shit. Second of all, I could never and I mean never be embarrassed about where you live. I have had some of the best memories with you here. Remember the first time I went to your house?”

Eddie finally invited you over to his house after you had already been dating for 6 months. He wanted to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street with you. Wayne was at work and Eddie was dying of boredom. You once mentioned you had never seen that movie and Eddie found that the most unacceptable thing ever. So there you were, knocking on his front door. Eddie swung the door open and bowed at the sight of you, extending his arm out to welcome you inside. “After you, M’lady. Are you prepared to embark on the greatest horror movie journey you will ever experience?” 

You giggled at this and stepped into his house. “Oh I can’t wait, Munson.” 

“Well great, because you will certainly not be disappointed sweetheart,” Eddie said as he walked into the living room to get the movie set up. You finally had a chance to look around. There were mugs hung up all over the walls, the couch was a little worn and frayed, and dirty dishes were in the sink. But it looked cozy. 

After the movie was over, Eddie took you into his bedroom to show you his “killer tape collection” as he put it. His room had clothes on the floor, piles of automotive and music magazines, tapes were thrown everywhere, and his bed (with questionable stains) was unmade. It was chaotic and unorganized but so was Eddie and you loved that about him. He put on his favorite tape and you both made your way to his bed. One thing led to another, more clothes ended up on his floor, and you ended up having a beautiful night together. 

You could see a small smirk growing on Eddie’s face before continuing. “Or what about that time it stormed so bad I had to stay all night?”

It had been raining all day, the thunder slowly rolling in. Eddie sat on the floor strumming along on his guitar to a Metallica song playing. You lay on his bed attempting to read a book. A loud boom of thunder was heard and all of a sudden the music stopped and the lights went out. “Oh shit, and there goes the power. Hey, you stay here. I’m gonna try to find a flashlight. I think we have one laying out there somewhere.” Eddie said, leaving the room.

It had been a good ten minutes and he still hasn’t returned. You got up from the bed and went to go see what was taking so long. “Eddie?” You called out, feeling for the walls trying not to trip or run into anything. “Where are you?” 

“BOO!” Eddie jumped out of nowhere, turning the flashlight on his face. You let out a scream. Your hands fly to your chest before you go to punch Eddie in the arm and accidentally knock over a mug, shattering it in the process. 

“Shit, Eddie! What the hell!” You yelled at him, your heart racing. He shined the light to see the damage done. “Ugh, Eddie. Isn’t that Wayne’s favorite mug?”

“I’m sorry! I didn't know you scare so easily and didn’t exactly think you would break something trying to punch me. Just watch your step, we’ll clean this up in the morning when we can actually see.” Eddie said as you both decided to look out the window and watch the storm rage on. Indiana thunderstorms were no joke. “I didn’t realize how late it was and I don’t really want you driving home in this. I think you should stay the night.” 

You looked at him slightly surprised, “I think you’re probably right. I’ll take the couch if you want.”

Eddie looked at you like you had two heads, “You do know I have a bed big enough for both of us, right? You’re not sleeping on that couch. Come on, let me get you some clothes.” You made your way into his room and changed. Eddie was already waiting for you in nothing but his boxers, his tattooed arms wide open. His bed was comfortable, sheets soft despite the unknown stains that he still refuses to say what they are. He pulls you close, your head on his chest. Hearing a faint “I love you” from his lips as you both drift off to sleep to the sound of thunder in the distance, the rain pattering on the metal roof (a sound you grew to love), and the broken mug long forgotten.

“You should have seen my uncle’s face after he got home when I had to explain why his mug was broken,” Eddie said as he let out a small laugh, his long hair falling in his face. You could tell he was getting less tense. You stood from the chair and went to sit next to him. Brushing his hair from his face before continuing.

“I love when we try to guess what your neighbors are fighting about, making up the most ridiculous stories. I love the times we've spent making dinner together, even when you almost burned down your kitchen that one time.” Eddie couldn’t help but let out a real laugh this time, thinking about the burn mark on the curtain that is still there. His brown eyes continue to watch, silently begging for you to continue. “The days we do nothing but sit on the couch and watch movies or lay around on your bed as you play your guitar are the best. Or all the times I get to watch you create the best D&D campaigns for the guys. Eddie, my place is just a house. Yours is a home and is by far better than mine will ever be. We can truly be ourselves at your place. Your home has our greatest memories in them from the first time we said I love you, to the first time we had sex, hell even our first fight. All of the laughter and happiness and tears and love that is held within these walls, all the memories we still get to make here. How could I ever be embarrassed about that?” Eddie was speechless. He didn't realize how much his small, messy trailer meant to you. All he could do was grab your hand and squeeze it.

“Being here with you is my favorite place to be,” you said and moved closer to him. 

“Yeah. I am pretty great aren't I, sweetheart?” Eddie said smirking, suddenly his normal cocky and confident self again. You shove his shoulder at this response.

“You just had to ruin the moment didn't you?” You both laughed. He slowly leaned in and closed the gap between your lips. Jason’s words are long forgotten. It was just you, Eddie, and perfect bliss.

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chapter 1 ※ why won’t you love me?

playlist: spotify link

pairings: eren yeager x fem!reader, eren x mikasa

genre: angst, smut

word count: 3.1k

cw: marijuana use, eren and reader are complete assholes, infidelity, semi-public oral(f.receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, a lot of dialogue

a/n: hiiii! this is the first chapter of my eren series, the fic title and the chapters’ titles are all 5sos lyrics bc if you didn’t know, i have to include 5sos in everything <33 enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for upcoming chapters <33

part two // back to masterlist

Your hand fell on the mattress, on top of Spiderman sheets that used to always make you chuckle. Now they just left a bittersweet memory of their owner. You thought you'd meet another open palm, but the weight on the right side of the bed shifted until it was off completely. Turning to face the wall, you shut your eyes and wrapped your arms around your naked torso.

The sound of footsteps on carpet, the flick of a lighter, a cloud of smoke. A pair of tattooed, rough arms around you.

"Don't fall asleep here."

You sighed and pushed the man off of you, rolling to the side of the bed to retrieve your tossed clothes. An index finger tapped your shoulder, making you flinch. You shrugged him off and got dressed quickly, despite your sore legs.

"Is she coming over?"

"What? Oh, huh- yeah."

"You should change your sheets then." He looked back at his bed, chuckling at a small pool of liquid that was slowly drying off. "Eren?" You called his name from the door of his bedroom.

"Yes, baby?" Your heart ached at the nickname he gave you as his piercing jade gaze fell on your face. Bottom lip trembling, eyes watering; just like everytime you left the apartment that you sneaked into through the emergency ladder.

"This was the last time."

"I know."

You both knew it wasn't the last time. Maybe Eren was more sure than you were, his slight grin giving him away, but after all, you always came back to him. Every time faster than the one before.

This time it was no less than five hours, no more than six. Connie and Sasha's party made it impossible for your paths not to cross; and it didn't really help either that you and Eren had been best friends since the moment you were born.

Eren, Armin, Mikasa and you. Always together, never apart for too long. From your parents teasing you and Eren that you'll marry, to forming a sibling bond in elementary, to finally realizing he's a boy in middle school. The only issue there was that Mikasa had realized that too. She beat you to confessing, on your high school graduation day, her and Eren made it official quickly; maybe too quick. Because what Mikasa didn't know -and Armin suspected- was that you and Eren had shared innocent kisses, one too many make-out sessions that ended with promises to be best friends forever.

Best friends became friends, then acquaintances, then friends again. Then, on New Years Eve, three years after Eren and Mikasa got together, Eren came knocking on your door, crying in your arms about her, about their relationship, his feelings. His feelings about you. And then you were kissing him. And the new year found you lain in bed together, a blanket covering your tangled bodies, along with a horrible, ugly and raw disgust. For yourself, and for him. How could you do this to your best friends, how could he do this to his girlfriend?

“You there?” Eren snapped his fingers in front of your face. Your eyes fixated on the bottom of your empty cup before it disappeared from your hold. “Want a refill?” The next thing he stole from you was the joint that was stuck between your lips, the clear lipgloss leaving a mark around the filter.

You tilted your head to the side to finally look at him for the first time since you left his apartment that morning. The first thing your eyes fell on was your old heart-shaped locket hanging from a gold chain around his neck. You wondered if Mikasa knew there was a picture of you and him inside. Looking up, you fought the urge to move a strand of hair behind his pierced ear. His jade eyes searched for yours, but they were locked on Mikasa’s red scrunchy that held his hair in a messy bun.

“Mikasa was looking for you.” You announced and, taking your red solo cup back got up from the couch, heading for the kitchen before Sasha stopped you.

“Some of us are gonna play seven minutes in heaven!” She said excitedly and dragged you with her.

“Oh, I was about to leave.”

“Nonsense! Tell her to stay, Mikasa!”

“Eren will take you home later, come sit!” Mikasa and Sasha took your hands and seated you on the floor, them on either side of you. You tried to ignore Eren’s stare and opted for watching Connie place an empty wine bottle in the middle of the circle instead.

“Okay, who’s starting?” Jean looked around and you noticed the hopeful look he gave Marco across from him, but Sasha was faster, like a lion ready to attack her prey.

“Me, me!” Sasha extended her hands and twisted the glass bottle. Everyone’s drunk gazes watched it turn and turn until the bottom stopped on you. You already knew who the top side of the bottle stopped on, and you turned to Mikasa with wide eyes.

“No fair, Yeager has a girlfriend already!”

“It’s just a game, right babe?” Eren made sure to lean over and peck his girlfriend’s red lips before getting up.

“Yeah. Of course, we won’t do anything, don’t worry.” You whispered to your friend before following Eren upstairs. You wished you hadn’t looked behind you at Mikasa, how she drew her bottom lip between her teeth like she always did when she was nervous.

You recognized the room you stepped in as Connie’s. Eren fell on the bed, a joint still attached to his lips, and his hands dragging you with him.

“Eren, stop it.” You whined, but not once did you try to wiggle your way out of his grip. Such a hypocrite, you thought.

“You look pretty tonight.” He smiled up at you before extending one of his hands to the ashtray on the nightstand to press the joint down on. His silver rings glistened in the moonlight coming from the window as he reached up to move a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Stop.”

“Make me stop. We still have...six minutes and 12 seconds.”

“Eren, enough.”

“Baby, baby please. I want to make you feel as good as you look.” He flipped you around and pinned your hands on either side of your head before kissing you softly.

And you let him. Every time his lips fell on your skin, you convinced himself you’d stop him, but it was forgotten again once he flipped your skirt over and moved your panties to the side. And you let him use his fingers to make your breath hitch in your throat. You couldn’t do anything else but give yourself to Eren completely.

You wanted to think about the girl downstairs that thought of you and Eren as the best of friends, the girl you betrayed every single day for four months, ever since that New Year’s Eve you and Eren spent with each other.

“You’re so pretty. Your pussy is so pretty for me. My pussy.” He mumbled between soft kisses and licks on your clit. You arched your back off the bed, grinding on his face as the bed squeaked under you slightly. His teeth barely grazed your sweet spot to tease you before he started lapping at the juices that threatened to spill on the mattress and give your forbidden act away.

You promised yourself this was the last time as Eren moaned into your cunt desperately. His hands reached for yours on the sheets but they were preoccupied; Eren looked up with a cocky smile at the way you were shaking, only to see it was because you were sobbing into your palms.

“I’m so-”

“Don’t say anything, Eren, please.” You mumbled as he fixed your clothes. He kneeled on the floor next to your head and tried holding your hands, only to get pushed away.

“It hurts to see you cry, baby, I’m sorry. Baby,” Eren checked his phone. Exactly seven minutes, “baby it’s been seven minutes.”

“Tell them I was drunk and fell asleep.” you mumbled and turned your back to him, facing the wall instead. You felt a hand stroke your shoulder, a beam of light entered the room before it was gone as the door closed behind him.

It felt like years that you had been muffling your sobs in Connie's pillow when the door opened again.

"Hey, are you asleep?" You could recognize the sweet, melodic voice anywhere. It was Mikasa, and she was now sitting on the edge of the bed as you pretended to be dozing off. "You don't have to reply, I just want to say something." You wiped a stray tear and listened cautiously. Mikasa was slurring her words a bit, which for her meant she was more than drunk already.

"I think Eren is cheating on me."

"He wouldn't. Eren loves you more than anything." You smiled to the wall sadly, making shapes on the mattress with your index finger. Mikasa gasped; she wasn't expecting you to be awake, or reply.

"Do you think I'm making a mistake being with him still?"

Yes. Yes, a huge mistake. You should leave him, he's not worth your time, Mikasa. You deserve better, someone that will always treat you right.

"It's worth another try, don't you think?" You said instead, knowing it's what your friend needed to hear. As for Eren, he was standing by the closed door, listening closely to your conversation; how Mikasa chuckled, how your voice was shaky and uncontrolled. When it came to Mikasa's question, he found himself scared you would have had enough and finally admit to everything. A sense of relief washed over him, but why did he also feel almost...mad at you?

"Sorry for interrupting, I started the car."

"Oh, okay. __, are you coming? Eren can drop you off." Mikasa offered you a hand, but you got up after denying it.

"I'll leave with Armin." Mikasa nodded and left, Eren mumbling something about 'be right there'.

"I'll come by your place later." Eren wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed your forehead softly. Your hands met his torso and pushed him away, taking a step back.

"Please, Eren..."

"See you!" He waved and left quickly, before you could say anything, because Eren knew you would tell him to fuck off and stay with his girlfriend. But that was the last thing he wanted to do.

     Hours later, as the clock struck four in the morning, you heard the front door click open. You didn't have the strength to see him, touch him, hold him. All you wanted was for Eren to disappear from your life, for you to only know him as Mikasa's boyfriend.

"Baby, are you asleep?" You heard a whisper and a drawer open; he was putting on his pajamas. You shut your eyes and pretended he wasn't there, that it was a dream, a nightmare even.

"I missed you so much. So, so much. You were so pretty tonight, did I tell you?" He mumbled, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck down to your upper arm. You shifted on the mattress, pressing your face further against your pillow.

"I can't take it anymore, __. I want to be with you, to kiss you in front of our friends, to go on dates, make you my wife." A sob escaped his lips, and you thought he deserved to be so miserable. After all the pain he's put you and Mikasa in, he should spend the rest of his life crying. "Please talk to me, I know you're awake. I want to see your face. I love you, __.”

"Stop." You mumbled and covered your face with the blanket, wiping a new set of tears away. "Just stop! I can't stand you anymore!" Eren's arms wrapped tight around your waist, his breath hot on your neck; you had never felt so close to him, but you hated that it had to be that way. It was easier to ignore the pain when it was just sex. Sex that took the stress of the day away, that made you forget everything else. But now...what was this predicament you've fallen face first in?

"Mikasa was looking at engagement rings today, you know. And all I could think about was how they were going to look on your finger." He huffed and held your hand in his, caressing the empty space on your left ring finger.

"Why did it have to be you, Eren?"

You weren't expecting an answer. And Eren didn't give you one. His fingers fiddling with the material of your shirt, sneaking in to caress your stomach was enough.

"Do you want a family, __?"

"Maybe with the right person."

Did you mean him? Was that your way of asking him to leave her? Eren couldn't help but wonder, yet he was always one step behind; always wondering, never actually asking.

"What about you?"

"I do. I really do. I want a little girl that runs around the house and makes me play with her. She will have long, brown hair like me and it will flow behind her as she runs. And she has the prettiest eyes, your eyes, your smile. I hope when she laughs her nose shrinks up like yours does. God, that will be the prettiest girl in the world."

     You let him have his little fantasy as you sobbed into the pillow, you let him smile and chuckle into your hair as he thought of a happy family living in the countryside. And you let him because you knew it would only ever stay a fantasy.

     Shrugging his hand away, you rolled off the bed and sat on an armchair by the window. The street was so quiet, you swore your muffled sobs could be heard from the small opening of the window.

"We have to stop, Eren."

"No."

"This is the worst thing we could have ever done, it needs to be over."

"Is it so wrong to love each other?" He exclaimed, getting up and falling on his knees in front of you. You shook your head and looked away, tears making your sight blurry and shaky. You could feel his open palms over your own, his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat.

"I don't love you." You admitted. But what a fat lie it was.

"Liar." He knew. Eren could see right through you and your white lies. He knew when you were faking a smile, when your head hurt, when your leg was sore, when you were happy or sad or angry. All he needed was to take one good look at you. And he knew everything.

"It's true."

"Look me in the eyes and say it. Say it! If you do, I'll go. I promise, I'll leave you alone, I'll go get the ring Mikasa wants, I'll make you her maid of honour."

     Jade eyes searching for yours. This time they finally met. A shaky breath left your lips, a sob escaped his.

"I don't love you." You spoke loud and clear. And he heard you. Oh, how beautiful your voice sounded even as the words you spoke were hurting him, very much so.

"You love me. More than anyone ever has. More than Mikasa ever will."

"That doesn't change anything, Eren."

"It changes everything!" He exclaimed, caressing your cheeks softly. "Don't you get it, __? I want to be with you for the rest of my life!"

"You need to break up with Mikasa. Tell her everything."

"I will. First thing tomorrow." He nodded and took your hands in his, bringing them to his wet cheeks. Trembling thumbs wiped tears off red cheeks before you fell on the floor, letting Eren engulf you in a hug. "Kiss me." He whispered and brought his lips against yours before you could refuse.

Next thing you knew, his arms were carrying you to the bed, caging you between them. He played with the hem of your shirt and you didn't have to wait any longer to know he wanted it off. So you obliged, like always. Anything Eren wanted, you gave to him. Such a selfless act, for such a selfish person.

     An hour later and you were still playing that game you knew by heart. You would give him everything he wanted, in return you got a crumble of love that should be given to Mikasa.

"I love you, I love you, my baby. My little baby, fuck-come for me please." Eren's hands intertwined with yours, pinning them over your head on the pillow and drilling into you fast. He was close too, he knew he was, but he wanted to cherish this moment. It felt like it would be the last one, it hurt like a breakup. And making love to the woman of your life shouldn't hurt. Tears threatened to escape his sapphire eyes as he leaned down to kiss you softly.

"Want to stay with you here forever. I want to make love to you everyday, baby please." He whimpered. You didn’t have the heart to reply to him, instead focusing on the euphoria you felt as he fucked you into the mattress.

“Eren, Eren!” You moaned his name, desperately holding onto the sound of it as you arched your back off the bed. You didn’t know when the next time you’ll be calling for him like that would be. And as you reached your orgasm, you hugged Eren and brought him down, not even a breath separating the two of you.

“You’re on birth control, right?” You nodded, and he gripped your jaw to kiss you again. With one last thrust, Eren painted your walls white with his cum, giving a few more slow rolls of his hips before pulling out.

And just like that, it felt like your life was over. You were drowning in a bottomless pit of sorrow, but Eren was still with you. He was in your bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. His clothes were on your floor, his spare ones in your drawer.

“I have to go home. Mikasa will come over for breakfast.” His apologetic eyes as he picked his clothes up made you scoff. You knew his promise of breaking up would end up untrue and Mikasa would be calling later to talk about how he surprised her with flowers and pancakes. And that she had no reason for worrying, because they were better than ever.

“Will you break up with her?” You called as he stood at the door.

“Soon.”

Yeah. Soon.

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[cream-no-sugar]

make me forget (a jeankasa smut scene)

fandom: aot/snk

characters: mikasa ackerman x jean kirstein (background: mikasa ackerman x eren jaeger)

synopsis: still reeling from her impromptu encounter with eren jaeger (the leader of a rival gang in the rural town of Paradise), mikasa seduces her classmate (and regular fwb) jean kirstein at a friday night party. she has her way with him in the upstairs bathroom — in an attempt to get off and get her mind off the other young man she's supposed to have nothing to do with.

tags & warnings: modern AU, rival gang AU, bathroom sex, underage drinking, unrequited love, mikasa is goth and 18, jean is a "nice boy" and 18, jeankasa are fwb, eren is 25, eremika technically "hate" each other because they have to (but mikasa is hung up on eren, she just doesn't know it)

a/n: enjoy this sneak preview of the upcoming chapter of my rival gang au, "sins of our fathers." the chapter itself is about 80% written. and, candidly, I just wanted to share this scene prior to officially updating the fic — mainly because I'm wary of the reception since this scene is embedded in an eremika-heavy fic, and (honestly) jeankasa deserves their chance to shine.

word count: 1.6k

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Friday nights for Paradise High School seniors are always punctuated with a house party, especially when the school year is winding down. Tonight, Mikasa finds herself at Connie’s house — which is ideal. It's far enough on the other side of town that she has a built-in excuse to stay out later, or even to stay the night (not that Levi or Kenny look for her when she's been gone too long).

And Connie's house is huge. With a pool and a huge yard, so it's easy either to find company or to hide from company — whatever Mikasa is in the mood for, at a moment's notice.

Admittedly, she's looking for chaos and over-stimulation tonight — she doesn't know any other way to get her to feel like herself again. She loathes to admit it, but her run-in with Jaeger at the convenience store threw her for a loop.

The first time she saw him, at Maria's, she was mentally prepared for that. She couldn't admit it to herself — let alone Levi when he confronted her about skipping school the other day — that she went to Maria's with an intention. She wasn't stupid: she had been immersed in this world all her life, and she had picked up intel on where he could be lurking at any point of the day by listening through keyholes and feigning ignorance around her uncle and her aunt and her cousin and all her associates…

That was the benefit of being seen as a stupid, little girl: no one would suspect that she'd attempt to find the boy whose family single-handedly ruined her life.

But when they ran into each other at the convenience store…

She didn't expect Jaeger — Eren — to be so… relatable.

Before she can allow that thought to get away from her, Mikasa heads to the kitchen, joins a group of people gathered around the island. She accidentally jostles Sasha, who — upon seeing who bumped into her — excitedly and unpromptingly grabs Mikasa's hand and swipes a lime wedge on her nonbandaged wrist. Sasha sprinkles a little salt on the juice, tiny white granules decorating Mikasa's pale skin and the ebony granite countertop.

Mikasa feels something nudge her pinky, and she sees that Jean has scooted a shot glass toward her. Some tequila spills over the rim and onto Mikasa's hand — she doesn't miss how Jean's pupils dilate when she brings her finger to her mouth, sucks the droplets off her skin.

That's an idea, Mikasa thinks to herself as the group raises their shot glasses in glee, loudly whooping and toasting to the weekend and to the rest of their lives. The liquid burns her throat and her chest in a way that she feels like she needs, like she deserves.

She sidles closer to Jean when everyone thrusts their empty glasses toward the center for a refill. She makes a point to bump her hip against his, to lean into him when she reaches for her second shot of tequila — to meaningfully look him in the eye when she clinks her glass to his.

She feels his hand ghost over her hips. But he won't touch her — not yet. Because Mikasa knows that Jean Kirstein is a gentleman, or as close to a gentleman as one could find in Paradise. And he won't touch her unless she asks him to — or until he's drunk enough where all his inhibitions have disappeared.

Sometimes she feels bad because Jean is so obviously in love with her that she thinks she might be taking advantage of him. But, admittedly, he’s really fucking hot and gives great head. So she doesn’t even protest when he (finally) starts getting handsy after their third, maybe fourth or fifth, round of shots — she’s actually the one who pulls him away from the group and into the upstairs bathroom, pulls her face to his and licks into his mouth while shimmying out of her underwear.

“Someone’s needy tonight,” he slurs against her lips. Mikasa winces when his fingers trace her bare pussy, sighs when he starts to circle her clit.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growls. “You gonna get me off tonight or not, Kirstein?”

And Jean just snickers against her mouth, nips her lower lip as he presses on her throbbing nub just a little bit harder. “If that’s what you want, princess,” he mumbles.

And Mikasa doesn’t even dignify Jean’s sarcastic retort with a response of her own. Instead, she threads her fingers through his overgrown hair and pulls his mouth deeper into hers. Spreads her legs wider on the bathroom counter so that her slickness starts to leak on the marble surface below her, so that Jean can more easily slide two, three fingers into her.

They’ve hooked up enough times before this point that Mikasa anticipates Jean’s rhythms. He works her up with his tongue in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy until she’s a sloppy mess, her arousal dripping down her thighs and onto Jean's hand. When he removes his fingers, she whines at the emptiness — then groans when she sees how her juices web between his fingers, watches Jean lick his fingers clean, his tongue lapping up the wetness that has coated every inch of his digits.

He always tells her that he wants to get her wet enough so it’s easier for him to enter her. And Mikasa understands his reasoning — he is a bit larger than some of the other guys she’s been with. But she also thinks — especially when she sees how hungry he looks as he sucks on his fingers, when he finally kneels before her — that he just wants her wet enough so he can consume more of her. He's told her before that no other girl tastes as good as she does.

It’s intoxicating, when she thinks about how much power she has over him. As he kneels between her legs and tongues her opening, sucks on her clit so ravenously that she has to find purchase by grabbing the counter edge, pulling on his hair, curling her toes in her heavy-toed boots.

"Fuck, Jean—" Mikasa gasps, and her breath hitches as he circles her clit with the tip of his tongue and slowly pushes two of his fingers inside her. It feels good. It always feels good because Jean has a long tongue and strong fingers and a selflessness that guarantees that Mikasa will come at least twice when they’re together.

And, sure enough, he tongues her so effortlessly that, after a few focused minutes, she breaks above him. She braces herself, arches her back, needs to remind herself not to squeeze her thighs so tightly around Jean's face even though she can't help it. And she yells so loudly that she's certain that everyone downstairs can hear her — not that she nor Jean care; it's an open secret that they fuck each other almost every weekend.

And she knows that he can get her off with his tongue again, that he's done it many times before — but she's glad that he somehow knows that isn't good enough for her tonight.

Jean pops off her, his chin glistening under the yellowish bathroom lighting. "I need to be inside you now, Mikasa," he murmurs. And she frantically nods, lifts up his shirt as he unbuttons his pants and frees his hardened cock from his boxers. He absentmindedly pumps his erection a few times before he positions himself at her entrance, his head bumping her sensitive clit and making her gasp.

When he finally slides into her, so easily because she's soaked and because they've done this dance before, Mikasa sighs, relieved and full. She wants to sink into the sensation of Jean fucking her senseless — needs to feel like her whole body is being consumed, like she's losing all of her in someone else — so she appreciates when Jean cups the back of her head and thrusts into her roughly. All traces of a gentleman gone.

"Fuck, Mikasa, you feel so good, you take me so well," he mutters nonsensically into her hair.

And Mikasa wordlessly whines her assent, wraps her legs around him tightly as he bucks into her. The cold bathroom counter cuts into the back of her thighs, and she nearly falls backward into the mirror — saved only by Jean's strong hands holding her neck and back up.

He moves his hand from her back to the space between them. And Mikasa purrs in appreciation, as he deftly works his thumb on her and continues to thrust into her.

"'M close," she mumbles, as she digs her nails into his clothed shoulders and buries her nose in his long hair. He smells like smoke from the fire pit and cheap cologne. The scent is familiar, yet stifling — but it's not enough to distract her from reaching her peak, as she comes again, screams loudly and directly into Jean's ear.

In her post-coital fog, she knows he finishes too, pulls out of her and releases on her bare thighs. Some of his cum spurts on her skirt that they forgot to remove in their haste, and Jean apologizes, reaches for some paper towels to help clean her up as they both catch their breath.

She hears him muttering, sorries and sweet nothings as he wipes between her legs and nuzzles her ear. But she can't fully register what he's saying. There's a buzzing in her ear, and her vision is hazy.

She blames the tequila, blames the lime — but, despite the fact that the room is bathed in yellow, all she sees is green.

[parkers-gal]

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last updated | aug 5th, 2021

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tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him. 

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to 

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments 

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions 

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom 

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap 

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction 

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom 

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom 

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water 

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie 

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries 

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring 

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend 

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation 

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned  [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry 

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1  - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

[groggyvanfleet]

Like Your Drums // D.R.W

a/n: hi friends, how are you doing? its time for our danny girls to have their moment so this ones for you *wink wonk* 

summary: danny the happy, cheerful smiley drummer but, what happens if you test your luck at practice?

*warning this fic contains suggestive language, oral (m receiving), fingering, dom danny, unprotective sex (please put on a glove or no love for you) degradation, 18+ minors please dni.)

paring: danny wagner x reader

word count: 1.8k

You loved watching Danny when he played. The way he plays makes you go weak in the knees every time. You hated to say it, but you were jealous of those stupid drums because they got to be hit by Danny in a way that he would never do to you. Sex with Danny was sweet and loving he always made you feel safe and comfortable but sometimes you just wish he would strip you down and bend you over his drums and bang you like you were on of them.  

How these thoughts got started was all due to Danny inviting you to the studio to join the boys for practice in anticipation of the upcoming tour in a few weeks. Usually on practice days you stay home either doing chores around the house, catching up on your book, or finding some new show to binge for the night but Danny had asked you to tag along today. Walking hand in hand with Danny through the doors shooting a smile at the receptionist before making your way down the hall to the last room. Immediately walking through the door, you were greeted with shouts from Josh and Jake about how either the timing was off, or something was just off. Danny sprang into mediator mode quickly using his superhuman gift of calming the situation down and getting the boys back on track.  

Finding yourself a seat you quickly plotted yourself down positioning yourself to where you could see the boys but most importantly a position where you could fully see Danny in all his drum god gloriousness. The sounds of instruments filled the small space as the boys began playing song after song. Danny’s arms had your full attention the way they would flex and bulge with every beat sent vibrations to your core. Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth you crossed your legs trying to ignore the pooling in your jeans you continued your focus on Danny. The sounds of snapping pulled you out of your thoughts, making you pull yourself in. Sam was standing in front of you with a wide smile “Hey if you aren't too busy eye fucking your little drummer boy Josh, Jake and I are gonna get food you want something?” Sam asked. You told Sam your usual and he gave you a thumbs up while walking out the doors with his brothers. Danny had stayed behind to contuie perfecting his technique, which was already perfect. Turning your focus back to your lovely boyfriend, he shot you a smile before returning to his drums. You must admit Danny looked incredibly hot right now with sweat running down his brow, bare chested due to him removing his shirt earlier from how hard he was working, hair in a half up half down style some of it sticking to his wet face. Feeling the wetness between your legs return once again you suddenly had an idea. Lifting yourself off the chair you made your over to Danny. Standing in front of him the drums were the only thing separating the two of you. Lifting his head to meet your gaze with a smile he reached his hand out to you. Taking his hand in yours he pulled you into a kiss lips meeting against his soft ones for a moment before he pulled away. “Hi pretty girl.” Danny said with his hands now across his set now settled on your hips bringing you against them. Returning the smile back making your way around to him sinking down to your knees in front of him. “Whatcha doin there?” He questioned rubbing your shoulder. “Just wanted to say hi that’s all.” You said running your hands up and down his thighs. Reaching one of your hands up to his crotch you slowly began to palm him through his pants hearing his breathing hitch in his throat. Feeling him get hard under your touch causing more arousal to pool is your already soaked panties. “Baby the boys will be back any moment.” Danny told you between deep breaths as you continued your work on him. “I’ll be quick then.” You smirked at him before taking both your hands to the buttons of his jeans and working them undone. Working his jeans and underwear down his legs quickly letting his cock spring out. Moving yourself to where your back was pressed against the kick drum hiding you behind it if anyone were to walk in. Danny turned his body so now that he was facing you hiding his lower half. Using your hand, you grabbed his cock and gave it a few pumps before taking him in your mouth. “O-oh my god Y/N...” Danny moaned out as you sank your mouth onto him further, feeling his hips buck slightly causing you to gag around him letting out a loud moan that filled the room. Danny was so vocal, and you loved it. You loved his grunts, moans, and whimpers, they were music to your ears. Feeling him weave his hand through your hair throwing his head back letting out a sigh at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him.  

Suddenly the chatter of voices filled the studio indicating the three men had returned making Danny yank on your hair in shock. Trying to pull you off before the guys could see you resisted and continued your motions looking up into his eyes through your lashes. “Hey where's Y/N?” You heard Jake ask. “U-uh she had to run out for a second.” Danny stuttered out as you continued to work your mouth on him as the grip in your hair tightened and you swallowed around him in return making him let out a grunt low enough only you could hear. “Well, I guess she's gonna miss on the food then.” Josh said with a laugh then handing everyone their food. Danny let Josh know he wasn’t hungry at that moment. After the food had been eaten Josh let the guys know they had an hour left so they should get at least a couple more practices in. As everyone got into position you still had your mouth around Danny’s cock glancing up at him and sending a wink before picking up your speed. Picking up his drumsticks and trying to regulate his breathing they began to play. Scooting closer to that your back wasn’t pressed against the drum anymore you felt Danny’s cock go further into your throat causing him to mess up a bit. The longer practice went the more Danny messed up, making the others yell at him. “Look I think were done for the night, go home get some rest and we’ll be back in a few days to go again. Danny get your head in the right place.” Josh said as he packed his stuff up along with others. Once the studio was empty leaving you and Danny the only inhabitants of the room you felt yourself being yanked up from your position on the floor and face to face with an angry Danny “What the fuck was that huh?” He spat out keeping a grip on your hair forcing your eye to meet his dark ones full of lust. “Did you like sucking my cock with my band mates in the room huh slut? Did you like making me mess up?” He said sticking his hand down the front of your pants using his middle finger to rub and down your slit spreading your wetness that had been growing. “You just looked so hot Danny please.” You moaned out as he used the same finger to slip himself inside you slowly pumping in and out. “You’re so fucking wet and all because of sucking my cock god you are a little slut.” He let out with a low laugh removing his hand from you completely making you whine as the loss. Reaching between you two Danny pulled your shirt off you and throwing beside you two then moving his without trouble to your jeans quickly unbuttoning them and shimming them sown your legs.  

Turning you around and forcing your front onto the drums that were once behind you. The cool metal made you let out a hiss at the coldness that made itself present on your skin. Danny quickly positioned himself behind you leaning down to where he was level with your ear “You wanted my cock so bad you better take it like a fucking champ then.” He whispered as he yanked your panties down to your knees then thrusting himself into you roughly not giving you a chance to adjust and setting his pace at speed that caused your body to jerk foreword making the drums creak with each thrust. Gripping onto the edge of one of the drums to keep yourself steading you felt the familiar grip of Danny’s hand back into your hair forcing your head to look back at him. “Yeah, that’s right baby look at me while I ruin your pretty pussy.” He said through gritted teeth his words making you let out a high-pitched moan and making your eyes roll into the back of your head. The tip of his dick kept brushing across your g-spot making your knees go weak which led to him snaking his free arm around your stomach to keep you from falling. You loved this new side of Danny, the roughness, the dominance, and especially the dirty talk every time he spoke it brought you closer to your release. A knot in your stomach started to form from the relentless pace Danny had set. “Please-fuckfuckfuck-please Danny make me cum wanna cum all over your cock.” You cried out making him send a smirk as he moved his arm from your waist to use his hand to rub your clit. The feeling of Danny’s fingers working against your clit and his cock moving in and out was enough to send you into your climax, but you wanted to wait for him. You felt his thrust start to get sloppy letting you know his orgasm was fast approaching. “Come on baby let go, let go for me.” He said moving his fingers faster. Your orgasm hit you harder than ever before making a scream bubble in your throat then escaping your mouth as Danny continued to thrust into you chasing his own high. After a few more deep thrusts you felt him halting his movements and emptying himself inside you with a loud grunt, staying for a couple minutes as he tried to regulate his breathing. Removing himself from inside you and cleaning you up he gave you a sweet and passionate kiss pulling away after and giving your forehead a kiss as well. “You okay baby? How are you feeling?” He asked as you guys gathered your stuff together. “Like one of your drums.”  

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[mrwinterr]

Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply. 

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him. 

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip  he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.  

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.  

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.  

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.    

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated! 

[petiteyoon]

Feather Kisses — knj

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Rating: Mature

Summary: sweet love making in the morning and a picnic with Namjoon. It's your 5th anniversary.

Warnings: sweet food/carbs mentioned, slight daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, and just a soft Joonie!

Word count: 2.3k

This fic was written for @btsgoldnetwork 's event for Bangtan's 8th anniversary :)

A huge thank you to @nottodayjjk for beta reading this! <3

Even after five years, Namjoon was still so giddy at the thought of the upcoming special date where you and him started dating, it seemed like he was still in the honeymoon stage of your relationship.

Every year he would organize a whole day to give attention just to you, with sweet kisses, gifts, flowers and fancy dinners.

This time was no different; you squeezed your eyes as the rays of the sun pooled through the curtains and onto your eyelids, forcing you to wake up. Stretching your arms upwards, you felt a hand behind you, caressing your side in a loving manner. The body laying beside you got closer, plump lips leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck.

You giggled at the feeling, rolling to the other side and meeting your boyfriend’s dark eyes staring at you, taking in your features. He smiled and booped your nose with another sweet kiss, “Did you sleep well, baby?” he whispered, voice deeply laced with sleep as he stretched as well.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his torso, searching for the warmth of his skin. Your chest was pressed against his, he shuddered at the contact as his arms fell to his sides, the left one wrapping around your back and squeezing you against him.

Namjoon knew how much you liked to feel him up in the morning. He usually questioned what made you feel so needy right after waking up but he wasn’t going to complain, not when he started to feel your soft breasts on his chest, along with your feather-like kisses along his neck and jaw.

“You know what day it is today?” you smiled, brushing your nose against the lobe of his ear. Goosebumps emerged on his skin as he took a deep breath, “Of course… I have everything in mind,” he groggily responded, gripping your waist and rolling over you, burying his head in your hair, breathing in your sweet scent.

Your hands traveled down his back, feeling his muscles flexing, while teasingly pulling the hem of his boxers. He smiled against your skin as he felt your fingers pulling down his shorts, “This wasn’t exactly planned but… I’m not the one to complain,” his honey-laced voice whispered, right before biting your neck and sucking.

You were caught off guard, gasping as you gripped his hips, trying to pull him closer to your body. His skin left a burning sensation against yours, his warm body was completely laid on yours, lips attached to you and waist tightly pressed between your legs.

The room started to feel much hotter as his kisses became more and more needy, leaving small purple marks along the way. His hair tickled your chest as he focused on one of your breasts, pressing his wet tongue on your nipple while he pinched the other one with his long fingers.

You whimpered at his teasing, you grabbed his wrist and guided him in between your legs, closer to your needy centre. “Please, Joon…” you moaned, your sweet voice reaching his ears as he sighed, warm breath making you tremble. He always liked to hear you moan.

Without waiting, his fingers found your clit and started pressing against it, moving in circles as he stimulated you and made you wetter. His hand quickly hid in your panties, already teasing your entrance and gathering some of your arousal onto his digits.

Your hips involuntarily bucked up into his hand, just wanting to feel his fingers fill you up. “Enough with the teasing, Joon,” you scrunched up your nose and whined, receiving just an airy laugh from him.

He lifted his head, looking into your eyes for a couple of seconds before speaking up, “You’re needier than usual today, huh? I barely touched you.” He still had his raspy voice as if he just woke up and that was enough to make you even more aroused.

You bit your lip as you gazed into his eyes, furrowing your eyebrows. “Please…?” you whispered. You didn’t trust your voice at the moment, not when your handsome boyfriend was staring up at you from between your legs, naked and with his hair disheveled, eyes dark and full of lust.

All you wanted to do was to kiss his tanned skin, bite it and devour him, but you knew better than not to follow his rules in the bedroom. He was always soft and sweet, unless you started to behave like a needy, impatient brat.

He took a deep breath, chest pressing against yours, “I’ll let you go this time. But just because we have many things to do today.” As he spoke the last words, a couple of fingers plunged into your heat, making you moan out loud and grip his shoulder.

It was unexpected but with all your wetness it was easy for him to find his way deep inside you; he started to pump his digits in and out of you, coating his fingers with your slick. Your cheeks grew hotter as heavy breathing and the squelching of your pussy were the only sounds audible in your shared bedroom.

Namjoon lifted his chin, reaching your lips and capturing them in a heated kiss, with teeth and tongue. You moaned against his mouth, incapable of keeping quiet as he kept doing wonders to your body, sparks of pleasure vibrated inside you. Without knowing it, Namjoon pressed his hips against the mattress, trying to find some friction to relieve his hard cock.

You felt his fingers curling up and rubbing that special spot inside you that made you see stars as your orgasm soon approached, his name slipped past your lips like a mantra while you gradually reached your high.

Your hips moved in time with the thrusts of his wrist, Namjoon’s muscles kept flexing as he worked on you, pressing a thumb against your clit to make you come faster.

You threw your head back as warm waves of pleasure filled your body, your velvety walls squeezed Namjoon’s fingers as you came and praised him while he kept going, determined to make you ride out your orgasm.

Feeling your legs quiver from the overstimulation that quickly approached, he slowly slid out his fingers. He got up on his knees and brought his hand towards his mouth, licking his digits clean, tasting you.

He moved closer to you and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. “You taste like heaven, baby,” you smiled into the kiss as you felt the lingering taste of yourself on your lips as you licked them.

Without wasting time, Namjoon already grabbed your thighs and pulled them towards his waist, towering over you. “Don’t you need some prep?” you asked, looking down at his cock with hazy eyes. He shook his head, using your cum as lube, coating his tip and whole length with it.

“You’re still so fucking wet after a simple fingering, I don’t need your mouth,” he muttered, eyes fixated on his cock as he grabbed it and guided it towards your entrance, “at least not now… maybe later.” He quickly looked up at you, biting his lower lip and smirking slightly before pressing the tip against your hole.

You took a deep breath as you felt him filling you up to the brim, the delicious stretch made you moan instantly. He placed his hands on either side of your head, coming down to kiss you while he started to move, slowly thrusting into you.

You lifted your legs, wrapping them around his hips and you caressed his cheeks with both hands, losing yourself in his sweet kisses. Namjoon loved to feel you close to him during sex, he often spent the whole time kissing you, forehead against yours while his hips worked their magic on you.

He sped up his pace, hands gripping your waist as he hung onto you like his life depended on it. Feeling your wet walls squeezing him with every thrust was heavenly for him; “You feel so good, babygirl…” he moaned, his ragged breath hot on you as a thin layer of sweat coated his honeyed skin.

“Namjoon… I think I’m going to cum soon,” you whimpered, feeling your pussy pulsating around his cock, warm and wet from all the stimulation he was giving you. “So soon, baby? Could you last a little longer for daddy?” he encouraged you, balls deep inside you as his hand came down to the point where your bodies were connected, pinching your clit.

You tensed up, biting your lower lip as a desperate moan left your mouth; the pressure he added didn’t make things easier for you.

You arched your back as you felt him rub your bud between his fingers, while new sparks of pleasure flooded into you, “Please, daddy!” you desperately moaned for him, “I can’t last long like this”.

Namjoon looked down at you. “Then cum for me, princess,” he whispered, hips still drilling inside you as he watched how you fell apart, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut while you cummed around him, your pussy milking him through.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling his movements almost coming to a halt as cum spilled inside of you, filling you up deliciously. Namjoon lowered his head, pushing his forehead on your shoulder as he muttered your name in a strained moan, riding out his orgasm with slow thrusts, pumping his seed deeper inside you.

As he caught his breath, you laid there under him, caressing his back. “I love you,” he muttered, still with his face buried in your shoulder. You smiled, turning your head towards him and giving him a peck on his head that he returned soon after, “I love you too, Joon”.

He looked at you again with a loving gaze, smiling before standing up and walking to the bathroom to get you a warm towel. When he returned, he cleaned you up as you laid in bed, sleepiness slowly taking over your body.

“Hey princess, it’s better if you get up,” he said, pecking your face with small kisses, tickling you as you giggled. “We have a little trip to the park waiting for us,” he smiled at you while he sat on his side of the bed.

Your eyes lit up, opening immediately as you heard the word ‘park’. You got up from the warm covers and walked to the closet. “Are we going to have a picnic?” you asked him, eyes fixated on the dresses you could wear for that sunny day.

He hummed an answer as he came closer to you, placing his chin on your shoulder. “That one is very cute,” he spoke up absentmindedly, pointing at a dress on your left.

You nodded as you picked it up, throwing it on and taking a look at the mirror.

Namjoon stood behind you, shirtless and with just a pair of shorts, smiling at your reflection as you twirled to show him how the dress fit. “How do I look?” you peered at him from the mirror. His smile got wider, he lowered his head to kiss your cheek as he showered you with compliments, “You look wonderful, baby”.

You blushed as you turned around, facing him, “Thank you, handsome.” You stood on your toes to give him a peck on the lips.

After getting dressed, Namjoon took you to a park near your house; he laid a blanket on the grass and sat on it as he watched you pick up the basket. “What’s in here?” you looked at him with doe eyes, lifting the heavy object.

He smiled up at you, you looked like a small girl seeing a picnic basket for the first time. “Come here and you’ll see,” he patted the spot next to him and you quickly sat down with him.

Namjoon took the basket from your hands and opened it, revealing a set of tableware and a couple of sandwiches, along with muffins and donuts. You looked at the items with shiny eyes, all of that was like heaven for you.

“When did you prepare all of this? Without burning the kitchen?!” you looked at him in disbelief and he shot you a glare, pulling out a fake pout as he started to whine, “I may not be a 5-star cook but I’m not that bad! And those are just sandwiches!” he gestured to the food, “And I ordered the muffins yesterday.” He rolled his eyes at your previous reaction; you liked teasing him.

You kissed his cheek as you giggled, watching him wiping his cheek, still pretending to be offended. You picked up a donut, “C’mon, let’s eat before the ants steal our food.” He took the dessert from your hand as he munched on it.

“Hey! That was mine,” you pouted at him, receiving a shrug of the shoulders as a response and a smile from Namjoon. You rolled your eyes at his soft behavior, taking a sandwich and eating it.

The day passed by rather quickly as you and Namjoon finished your lunch and relaxed in the park, laying on the soft grass and listening to the birds chirping.

The two of you were lucky that not many people were at the park that day, or maybe Namjoon purposely picked out a busy day so you could enjoy it without being bothered by the others.

“I really enjoyed this day, Joonie,” you smiled at him as you now laid on your bed, after returning home. He looked at you as he undressed, softly returning your smile. You stayed there for a while in comfortable silence, no words needed to speak to each other.

He caressed your hair before laying down with you, pressing his lips to your forehead, “I love you so much, every day more than the other,” he softly whispered to you.

You turned around, hugging his waist as you buried your face into his chest, “I love you too, Joon. So, so much. Thank you for being here.” You smiled, looking up at him before placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him.

You were a lucky girl for sure.

[ymirgf]

truth or truth

timeskip dom!armin x fem!bodied reader

PART 1? MAYBE

cw: nsfw,squirting,praise,teasing,loud moans,pussy-eating,cursing [PLEASE I ACNTJTOEK]

wc: 1.8k

summary: eren forced armin to play a dirty little game called “Truth Or Truth” where the bottle spins and someone asks a dirty question that all must answer to. somehow it ended up with armin in your sheets.

this is un edited so along w all my fics so sorry for any mistakes!

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“hey eren, are you sure this is a good idea? i’m not to fond of the idea where we play a game answering sex questions to be honest with you.” the blonde sighs slowly walking to the circle where the game was being held.

“yeah it is. jean keeps saying i’m too much of a pussy to do it and i’m not. so we have to.. plus Y/N will be there! what do you think of that huh?” eren says quite loudly while nudging armin’s shoulder.

“eren shut the fuck up, you’re being too loud. fine i’ll play, okay?” he says finally relaxing a bit.

eren went behind armin and gripped both his shoulders, shaking him. “that’s my boy!” he said as he then pushed armin in-front of the circle.

connie stood up on a chair so everyone could hear him as he started to shout.

“OKAY HORNY PEOPLE!!!! HERE ARE THE RULES FOR TRUTH OR TRUTH! so we have a beer bottle here and we spin it and whoever it lands on gets to say a nasty question we all have to answer, and no you can’t not answer, you gotta. anyways it’s that simple so let’s start.” he said getting down to now sit on his chair.

connie spun the bottle as it slowed down to this short blonde girl with bright blue eyes. pretty sure her name was historia or something.

“oh uh, hmmm.” she said putting her index finger to her chin. “what are your kinks? mine are praise kink i guess.”

after every took turns sharing out their answer.

“edging kink.” connie said bravely.

“size kink.” jean says with no change of expression.

“crying kink.” eren says with no shame.

“hey armin it’s your turn. go.” eren said to him shoving him a bit.

“oh......teasing kink? i guess. lingeries nice too.” the blonde blurts out looking around the room.

it was now your turn. you took a deep breathe as you say.

“praise kink but i can give the praising as well..” you said abruptly, shrugging your shoulders. armin looked you dead in the eyes after you said that, as eren smirked and nudged his shoulder multiple times.

after that question the bottle spun once again, every answer you gave armin always looked right at you. at last it was your turn to ask. you looked up at the circle, clearing your throat.

“what are your turn-ons? ill say mine after everyone goes.” you said pretty confidently, looking around the circle.

armin said, “lingerie, tits and a nice smile.” this time he looked away from you instead of at you. when it was your turn he turned his attention back to you.

“well i like it when guys moan loudly in bed, a cute smile’s nice as well.” you say smiling slightly while eren nudged him again making armin stare at eren telling him to stop.

you couldn’t lie, you have thought lewd thoughts of armin..i mean who wouldn’t? his body was lean, still having a lot to show off, he had a wonderful smile and he was incredibly smart and attractive. thinking about it,, maybe you got off to him at least once or twice in your life.

sooner or later the game was over as well as the party finally letting you go home. you needed to change. somehow that game and armin staring you down ended up with you getting aroused and it wetting your panties.

as you hugged connie goodbye and everyone else, you noticed armin was already gone as well as eren, you just assumed they both went to their cabins.

you made it to your dorm, you knew sasha wasn’t going to return to you and her dorm tonight because you saw her leaving with connie. as you approached the door you find armin standing in front of your door, staring at you as he already was expecting you.

“armin? what are you doing at my cabin?” you say looking at him with a confused look making him straighten his face and look at you tilting his head down.

“you know exactly what i’m hear for.” he whispered in your ear making you throb, why where you throbbing? why does he affect you the way he does?

your thoughts were interrupted as he grabbed the back of your neck as he started kissing right under your ear.

“hey just let me know if you don’t like something. or if you get uncomfortable or something i’d never touch you without your consent.” he murmured on your neck, you nodded as a way of response. his words made your heart flutter.

he was so considerate and you knew deep down he was really so thoughtful even if he tried to act all tough from time to time.

he kissed along your neck, leaving purple spots over the right side. he was so gentle that it made you even more aroused then you were. his hands led their way on to your waist. his fingers were boney and smooth, he slid his hand under your shirt rubbing your waist while moving his lips onto your mouth now kissing you.

he opened your cabin door and locked it behind him without looking back. he led you on to your bed, sitting you up against your headboard, with his knee between your thigh.

you could feel your arousal pooling up in your undies and now dripping down your right thigh. armin swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. you accept his tongue into your mouth.

his tongue explored every part of your mouth making you moan into the kiss. your moans were music to his ears.

he broke the kiss and smiled at you. he tilted his head down to your panties and eyed them for what it felt like a long time but it was really only a few seconds.

thankfully you were already wearing lingerie. not for anyone special, you just like to dress up.

“you’re wearing that?” he said licking his lips as he felt the bulge in his pants grow even more. “you’re so hot fuck.”

“and that wet for me already? i do that to you princess?” he said to you almost in awe and actually quite proud of himself.

you turned away your cheeks, flushed as you were slightly embarrassed from the wet spot of arousal on your panties.

he looked down at you more as he felt his cock twitch in his dress pants, begging to be let out of it’s confines.

“fuck.” he murmured now heading down to your plush thighs as he gripped both and now his head between your thighs.

he kissed up your thighs as your breath hitched from the pleasure you expected you were about to feel..

armin looked up at you. “is this okay?” you nodded frantically, you’ve never had someone go down there before, right as you were about to say it, you felt the warm,wet muscle lick across your sensitive bud.

you let out a loud moan causing his eyes to widen at the fact you were already so loud. he grinded his cock against the bed trying to relieve some sort of tension.

his tongue did lazy circles around your clit, making you throw your head back. he moaned into you as he felt the taste of your juices on his tongue.

you yelped as you felt his middle finger entered inside you. he kept grinding himself against the bed, he didn’t think doing that would make him cum but he was already reaching his orgasm.

without warning he enter his ring finger going at an unholy pace making moan out his name in the lewdest way possible.

“mm! armin, fuck keep going, im going to cum!” you screamed making armin pick up the pace with his fingered and him grinding against the bed.

your legs started to shake as you felt this twist in the bottom of your stomach, something was different from this upcoming orgasm, it felt more bigger,intense.

armin grinded one last time now releasing his big load of cum into his pants, making him moan lewdly into your cunt making you cum.

you didn’t notice because your eyes were shut but you squirted all over his face and on the sheets.

“o..oh fuck armin, my god..” you said, eyes still shut as your legs shook from cumming so hard.

armin stared down at the mess you made, his eyes blown with lust and hunger as he licked his lips at the sight. he knew what happened.

yeah he watched porn a couple times, with the force of eren and sometimes alone. so he knew he made your squirt.

before you could open your eyes he spoke softly.

“hey Y/N have you squirted before...?” he said licking up your thigh trying to clean you up, he left hickeys there as well.

you opened your eyes slightly..not seeing the big mess yet.

“no.. why?” you questioned your breath hitching from his kissing.

he pulled away, since he was down there you could only see his hair and eyes,, nothing from the nose and down.

“you see.., you squirted all over my face and your sheets.” your eyes opened widely as you sat up to view the sheets and his face.

“oh no,, sashas definitely going to ask about this..” you sighed, face palming your forehead.

“don’t worry i’ll clean you out, oh and the sheets too.” as he said that he dove back in,

licking your thighs swallowing every juice you let out.

you moaned as he made his way to your cunt. he didn’t tease, he went right in, pushing his face into your cunt with a force as his tongue licked you clean.

“mm! fuck!” you moaned as he watched your face contort with pleasure, he could feel his cock hardening again now twitching.

he finished cleaning you up, not realizing by him doing that you were about to reach your orgasm before he stopped.

he got up and as he did you noticed the mess all on his chin and face.

“god.” you laughed out making him laugh in response. he licked his lips and wiped off the rest with the back of his hand.

“are you ready for the real thing?” he asked climbing on top of you tilting his head.

“yes i am, and you can go raw and cum inside, im on the pill.” you smiled at him.

those words made him light up inside.

he took off his shirt revealing that lean and muscular hot body you were waiting for.

you licked your lips at the sight good for you he didn’t notice.

“oh and by the way, try and squirt on my cock for me okay?” he smiled at you, making your cunt throb in need.

“okay i’ll try!” you said, nodding your head frantically.

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A/N: if u wanna part 2 where they actually do it lmk and i’ll finish it up once i get the inspo..

[arahxdjarin]

Wicked Desires

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Tags: throat fucking, some angst, some fluff too!, dom reader if you squint, unprotected sex, Loki kneeling, rough sex

Notes: I've decided to change this from a 5/6 chapter fic to a 9/10 chapter fic! so expect more from Loki and reader! I will warn you guys, next chapter is very angsty, I'm going to try to update about once a week but that may be subject to change. Enjoy besties!

Wicked Desires, Chapter 3

You place the thin, dark emerald dress on your body and tiptoe out of Loki’s chambers, two guards are stationed outside the doors, they don’t even move as you walk past them, you raise a hand in front of one of their faces, he doesn’t flinch or show any sign that he sees you there. You look down at the pendant and smile a bit realizing Loki’s magic is working. Making your way back to your chambers, you look down at the dress as it moves around you. It was quite a beautiful dress, a soft satin that clung to your skin, the entire dress being held up by two thin straps that wrap around your neck, the neckline dipping all the way down your torso, barely covering your breasts. Your back is completely exposed to the warm Asgardian spring air. There’s two high slits on either of your thighs, showing your entire leg when you walk forward. The immodesty of it caused you to blush, but you couldn’t help feeling powerful in it, it looks like you belong at Loki’s side.

You hurry into your chambers, glad to find them completely empty, you had nothing to do today besides crafting a dress for the upcoming spring celebrations, you sigh as you sit next to your sewing station deciding to busy your mind with creating a pattern until you leave for Loki’s chambers once nightfall comes.

A low whistle pulls you away from your work, you turn to see your best friend and chambermate come through the door, her arms filled with fabrics and flowers.

“Quite an extraordinary dress, does this have anything to do with why you were gone all night?” Her fingers grab the material by your hip, her eyes widening once she feels how luscious and expensive the fabric feels.

“Actually yes Risa, I was gone all night putting it together, I was hoping to use it for the spring festival but I made it a bit too risqué so it’ll be saved for a more appropriate event.” Risa’s eyes crinkle, she could always tell when you were lying but she decided to just nod her head and set the rest of her supplies down next to you.

“Well, I have to leave again but I thought I would bring you some more fabric. Are you still ok with making my dress for the festival as well?” You nod your head slowly, her harsh blue eyes still holding yours, she smiles a bit as she turns to walk towards the door again.

“You’ll have to tell me who he is at some point.” The door closes behind her but her words continue to bounce around the room, she knows you too well, of course she would notice if something was amiss. You grip the edge of the table trying to calm your breath, maybe you shouldn’t go see Loki tonight, it would be too suspicious if you were gone two nights in a row.  The logical part of you knew that is exactly what you should do, but the illogical part of you, the selfish part Loki has brought out is screaming for you to go to him, let him devour you whole, feel his hands burn their mark into your skin. You clench your thighs together thinking of his words last night,

‘The smell of me, the taste of me, the feel of me, will be burned into your mind always. Because you are mine.’ How right he was, one night of passionate fucking and you were ready to throw everything to the wind to feel his lips on your skin again.

You loosen your grip on the table and slump back into your chair, staring at the fabric in front of you, your fingers run over the smooth fabric of the dress, the motion soothes your racing thoughts. Your fingers pause, you stare at the fabric and then back to the sewing machine, a small smirk tugs on your lips as a devious thought pops into your mind.

You’re hunched over your table putting the final touches on your dress when there’s a soft knock on your door. You stand up and smooth the fabric of your regular everyday skirt walking to the door to see who was behind it, you open it slightly and see a guard. He just hands you a simple piece of paper and turns to walk away. Your eyebrows raise in confusion, you open the note. The words cause you to shut the door quickly, as if anyone who walks by can somehow read the words that were obviously meant for your eyes only.

“Darling, I’ll be all yours shortly, wait for me in my chambers, if you aren’t wearing my dress then I expect you to be wearing nothing at all.”

Yours,

L

You fold the note up and place it in the small pocket of your skirts, moving back to the dress you just finished working on, you quickly drop your average dress to the ground and step back into the gorgeous dress Loki gave you, now with slight modifications. You fold up your dress and set it on a chair in your room, closing the door tightly. You move quickly around the common room to tidy the mess you left before finally exiting your chambers to make your way to his.

The walk is shorter than you remember, or the nerves are just higher this time. Once again the guards don’t notice your presence at all, you quietly slip into his chambers, you expect to be alone but Loki is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes widen as he takes in your attire. He sets the glass down and stands up, never taking his eyes on you. He holds his hand out and you walk towards him, placing your hand in his own, he twirls you, the dress fans out showing him all your additions.

“Is this the dress I gave you?” His voice sends a shiver through you, it's full of curiosity and amusement.

“It is, but I needed to add my own touches to it.” His hand drops yours to touch the soft gold glittery fabric you added to cover the bodice and skirt, his hand roams across it before reaching up to touch the gold gems you added to the neckline, his hand lingers on top of your chest, his eyes meeting yours again, he smirks as his fingers inch their way underneath the neckline to rub against your nipple.

“You added to its beauty, but I do believe my note specified for you to be wearing my dress. Since you’ve gone and added to it, it’s now no longer my dress, but yours. Strip.” You glare at him as you move the straps off your shoulders letting the fabric fall off your body to pool at your feet.

“Is that better, Your Highness?” Your words drip off your tongue with malicious sarcasm. Loki’s eyes harden but the smirk never leaves his lips, he moves so quickly you don’t have time to dodge his advance, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You try to wiggle out of his hold but it’s impossible, he begins walking towards his room. He lands a loud smack to your backside before dropping you on the bed unceremoniously, you huff as your body bounces on the soft mattress. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, heat fills your body as your mind replays the events of last night when you were in quite a similar situation.

“Turn around and hang your head off the bed.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but do as he says, you hang your head off the end of the bed, now looking at Loki upside down, you take in his appearance, he’s wearing his usual leathers, his hair looks the same but he has an unmistakable glimmer in his eye, you repress another shiver when he meet your eyes. He works to undo his trousers, letting them fall to the floor before he works to undo his top, quick enough he’s as naked as you. Loki bends at the knee until his eyes are level with yours, his hand wraps around your throat as his lips crush into yours, he kisses you fiercely, his tongue making quick work into your mouth, you let out a small whimper as he nips at your lips before pulling away. He looks in your eyes, his hand tightening slightly.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, if you need me to stop, tap my right thigh three times, do you understand?” You nod, Loki places a soft kiss to your lips before standing, breaking the kiss. You stare at the underside of his hard cock as he strokes it, his eyes fixed on your face. You open your mouth and press your tongue against the head of his cock, eliciting a soft hiss from Loki, he rubs his head against your lips for a moment, teasing both himself and you.

“Use me Loki. I’m going to enjoy this just as much as you do.” That was all the encouragement Loki needed to slam his hips forward, his cock burying itself inside your mouth, your throat constricts around him fighting the intrusion. Loki brings his hand to the side of your neck massaging gently, helping your muscles relax. You open your jaw wider, shifting your head allowing Loki to thrust with ease, his fingers shake on your skin, you let out a small whimper as the pleasure of feeling him claiming your mouth with his cock. Loki hisses through his teeth and drops his other hand to the bed next to your shoulder. You open your eyes momentarily and can only see Loki’s body looming over you, his balls moving next to your forehead. You squeeze your eyes shut and move your tongue, trying to stroke the underside of him.

Loki’s hand tightens around your throat, his fingers still caressing the muscles there, keeping you calm. His thrusts are controlled and even, like he’s trying to refrain from possibly injuring you. Your mind is finally wrapping around the situation, your hands snake up from where they lay at your side clutching the duvet to scratch against his defined stomach, his hips pause for a second. Your hands move from his stomach, running over the smooth skin and muscle to his hips, you dig your nails in and swirl your tongue around him, letting him know you didn’t want him to stop. His hips resume their controlled thrusts, he lets out a soft whine as your fingers dig in deeper to the skin of his hips.

The sound was like music to your ears, you clench your thighs and rub them together, thrusting your hips upwards. You never thought you could gain so much pleasure from pleasuring someone else, but here you were writhing underneath Loki while he used your mouth and body as if you were nothing more than a pretty toy. You enjoyed it too, you loved feeling like you were his own personal sex doll, the feeling of him filling you was intoxicating and you were falling head first into an unhealthy addiction. The thought almost made you laugh, you were addicted to Loki, it was the best way to put it. The way his fingers touched you, the way his tongue seemed to know you better than you knew yourself, the way his cock felt buried deeply inside of you. It was intoxicating, addicting, you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to. Which you knew you should, you should stop this. It’ll never end well, if the circumstances were different then maybe — you push the thought from your mind, you don’t need to worry yourself with that, not when Loki is moaning and groaning above you because you’re bringing him pleasure. You refocus on the moment and drag your nails down his hips, his thrust stutters, the hand by your shoulder moves and you know he’s getting close.

You think back to last night when he explained he enjoyed being hit with the crop, maybe he enjoys a bit of pain with his pleasure. You move your lips, allowing your teeth to scrape against the sensitive skin of his cock. He hisses in pleasure before he rips his cock from your mouth, he bends his knees until his eyes meet yours again, his hand tightens around your throat.

“You’re getting brave little fox, I love watching you explore pleasure” his hand moves from your throat to stroke your face, his breath is labored and his eyes still hold a look of unbridled lust. “And as much as I would love to cum in your pretty little mouth, I have so much more planned for tonight, kneel on the bed in front of me.” You scramble up quickly at his command, you sit back on your heels, looking up at Loki’s face. Even kneeling on his large bed you were still several inches shorter than him. His hands move to either side of your face, his thumbs gently caressing the skin of your cheeks. You let him lean your head back, his hands move from your face to your neck. Loki leans forward and brushes his lips against your own.

“What do you want darling?” Your breath hitches as Loki turns your head to the side to run his nose along the side of your face.

“You.” Was all you were able to croak out, Loki’s warm breath fans across your face as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“And you have me, but I’m asking what you want right now.” Loki slips his tongue out and licks a stripe up your neck, he hums quietly, blowing cool air over the spot he just licked. Your fingers reach out to tangle in his hair, you turn your face to meet his eyes.

“I want to ride you, I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to shatter around you until I can no longer think of anything besides your name.” Loki’s eyes light up at your words and before you can even comprehend what’s happening he moves onto the bed pulling you onto his lap.

“Who would I be if I didn’t oblige every one of your desires and fantasies darling?” You sit straddling his lap, your fingers interlock behind his neck, he presses his forehead against yours as he guides his cock to your entrance. You both groan as you sink onto his length, his hands grip your hips to help you move. You bury your face in his neck as his cock stretches you open, you bounce up and down, cherishing the feeling of his cock buried deeply inside you. Loki’s hands massage and pull at the flesh of your hips eliciting another loud moan from your throat. His steady hold helps you keep rhythm. A sheen layer of sweat forms on the back of your neck as you continue to work yourself on his cock, the drag of it coupled with the new intense position was quickly working you to your climax.

You turn your head from his neck to capture his lips. Loki lifts one of his hands from your hips to crush your face against his. His tongue consumes your mouth in a sloppy, passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth as he pulls your body closer to his, your clit catching on the skin of his groin.

“Loki — Loki I want us to cum together.”

“Then I suggest you hurry little fox, you’ve had me on edge since you walked through the door in that dress.” Loki’s hands on you tightens, he moves his hips to meet each one of your thrusts, the pressure builds quickly in your lower stomach, all the skin in contact with Loki heats as you race towards your climax.

“Loki, Gods I’m going to cum!” Your orgasm hits full force, you slump against Loki’s chest as he continues to thrust upwards into you, he lets out a loud groan and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“I’m your God darling, only me.” Loki’s chest rises and falls quickly. He falls back against the bed, holding you close to his chest. His hand moving to brush your hair away from your face. You shift your hips, feeling Loki still inside you. You try to move off his lap but he holds you against his chest. Locking you in place on top of him.

“Loki, I need to go back to my own chambers tonight, my friend brought up how I didn’t come home last night. It'll be too suspicious if I’m gone again tonight.” You try to pull away again but Loki doesn’t loosen his hold on you.

“You can spare a few more hours darling.” For some reason his words anger you. You push with all your might and he finally releases you.

“Loki, you are not risking anything by seeing me, I’m risking everything. I can not be caught up in this. I will not, I’ve worked too hard to have it crumbled by you.”

“Little fox, I’ve promised you safety, I meant that. Stay with me a while longer, we’ve just gotten started.” You stand from the bed quickly, trying to ignore the wobble of your legs, you walk from his bed chambers back to where your dress lays against the ground.

“No, I need to get back before anyone else notices my absence. I’m willing to bruise your ego to make sure my reputation is not defamed.” You turn to see Loki standing naked, his face looks pained for a moment before it returns to it’s normal stoic expression. He turns his head to the side, the green glow appears, he’s suddenly fully dressed again.

“Very well then. It seems I misunderstood our arrangement.” You narrow your eyes at his words.

“Our arrangement? If I remember correctly last night we only talked about my selfishness? You allowing me to explore pleasure. Now who’s the one being selfish?” You walk closer to him, until your chests are touching. You stare into his eyes with as much intensity as you could muster.

“Then stay and continue to be selfish darling. Can you look me in my eyes and tell me that you want to leave right now?” His hand comes up to touch the side of your face but you move away and look at the ground before he can.

“It’s not about what I want Loki, I can’t be swept up into rumors.” Loki moves quickly to wrap his arms around you, his fingers moving to the straps of your dress, he slowly pushes them off your shoulders. You want to move, you know you should move but his soft touch keeps you firmly planted in your spot.

“You’re right you shouldn’t be swept into rumors, and I’ll see to it that you're not. I can charm a double of you to go to your chambers, it’ll walk past everyone and go straight to your room to sleep.” Loki pushes the straps completely off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your feet for the second time tonight. He pushes your hair behind your ear and kisses your lips with fervor. You finally move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Loki easily pulls you off the ground, walking towards the couch. He sits with you straddling his lap, your lips fight his for dominance, if you’re going to stay he needs to give up control. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull his head. He stares up at you in amusement.

“If I’m staying you’ll have to make it worth my while.” Loki tries to move his head but you keep a firm hold.

“I fully intend to, darling, all you have to do is ask for what you want.” You lower your mouth until it's close to his face. You feel him shiver when your lips press against the sensitive skin of his neck just below his ear.

“I want to be in control darling .” Loki’s normal term of endearment falls off your lips smoothly, his hips buck up into you as his arms tighten around you.

“Anything you wish for, little fox, the control is all yours.” At his words you pull his head up and lick into his mouth.

“I think I’d like you better on your knees.” His breath catches but he’s quick to set you carefully on the couch before kneeling between your legs. “It’s a bit unfair that you're fully dressed, why don’t you change that?” The green glow appears around Loki, once it disappears you take in his full nude body again. You meet his eyes and you’re captivated by the intensity behind them, you notice his small smirk, he seems fully amused at the stunt you’ve pulled. You didn’t think you’d make it this far, your mind goes blank trying to think of how Loki commanded you last night. You just wanted to prove a point, but now you're determined to see it through.

“I think I rather like you being in charge.” Loki presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh as he speaks. You lean forward to grab his jaw, tilting his face to look up at you.

“Don’t speak unless I say so, now be good and bury your face between my legs, you said the night had barely started, why don’t you show me what else you had in mind.”  Loki’s eyes narrow slightly, he presses an open mouth kiss high up on your thigh before dragging his lips closer to your center. Your fingers stroke his hair as he licks a long stripe up to your clit, his mouth latches there. Your head falls back and you let out a high pitched whine, his mouth is fucking magical. Loki wraps his fingers around your thighs, pulling them onto his shoulders. His tongue continues to swirl around your clit and the surrounding area. You tug on his hair pulling his head even closer to you. You look down and see his eyes are still trained on your face. You push the stray hairs away from his eyes, whispering praise to him. Loki hums, his eyes closing as he drives you closer to your peak. You roll your hips on his face to create more friction. Loki’s hands tighten around your thighs, his fingers scraping against your skin.

“Fingers— add your fingers, I’m so close.” His right hand peels away from your thigh and works its way to your entrance, he teases you for a moment before sinking two of his fingers into your cunt. His fingers mixed with his tongue pushes you over the edge into another mind shattering orgasm, your grip tightens on his hair as you buck your hips into his face, he moves with you and lets your orgasm work through your body in full. Loki places a few soft kisses to your inner thigh before pulling away to look at you.

“What else would you like, little fox? I’m here for you to use.” His words send another shockwave through your body. You sit up further and turn around, your fingers grip the back of the couch as you arch your back. You turn your head to look at Loki.

“Take me from behind, and don’t be gentle.” You watch as a devious smile spreads on Loki’s face, he stands to his full height, towering over you. You turn your head to keep his eye contact, he lets his fingers trail down your spine as he lines up with your entrance. You feel the blunt head of his cock rubbing against your cunt, sending more pleasure through your body. The head of his cock presses inside of you and he pauses for a second. His hands moving to your hips. He pulls you back roughly until he’s buried deeply inside of you again for the second time tonight. His fingers dig into the bruises he left the night before as he viciously thrusts into you. Your head falls forward to touch your forehead against the soft fabric of the couch. You swear this is the deepest Loki has ever been inside of you, his thrusts continue relentlessly. You arch your back more, the angle changes causing both of you to groan. You reach a hand between your thighs to rub at your over sensitive clit. Loki catches your hand and places it back on the couch before sneaking his own hand between your legs.

“Your pleasure belongs to me darling — oh I’m sorry am I allowed to talk yet?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. You throw your head back to look at him and aren’t surprised to see the signature smirk on his lips.

“Shut up and fuck me harder.” Your words wipe the smirk right off his face, his thrusts become brutal, abusing your poor cunt. His fingers speed up on your clit, yet again launching you closer to another orgasm.

“You’re so worried about your reputation darling, yet you aren’t worried for them to see you limping for the next week?” Your fingers tighten on the couch, your nails digging into the fabric deeply. If you weren’t so close to your release you would push him off you and leave right now. Loki feels you tighten and flutter around him, he leans over the couch moving his hand from your hip to cover your own.

“Stay with me tonight little fox — please.” Loki’s voice sounds strained against your ear, your heart stops for a second, you’ve never known Loki, the God of Mischief, to ever beg anyone for anything. Your fingers spread letting him interlock his own with yours as he continues the brutal rhythm.

“Just for the night.” You whisper back to him, turning your face to look at him. He lips meet yours desperately, he murmurs something against them but you're to swept up in your own pleasure to figure out what he had said. Your orgasm peeks on a particularly violent thrust, you flutter around Loki, pressing your hips back further to grind against him. Loki shifts behind you, wrapping both his arms around your stomach, his forehead presses against your spine as he continues to thrust into you, slower now. His arms are the only thing holding you up at this point, your entire body has liquified with the power of your third orgasm. Loki lets out a soft groan behind you, his teeth scraping against the skin of your back. He hips slowing to a stop. He pulls out of you as gently as possible but you still hiss at the feeling of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls. Loki lays your body against the soft couch, he gets up and works his way into the bathing room and returns quickly with a steaming towel. He presses it between your thighs to clean you. The intimacy of the action causes heat to rise to your cheeks.

You watch as his eyebrows furrow, his hand gently working the soft, warm towel between your legs, you almost giggle at how focused he looks. Once he’s satisfied with his work the towel disappears in a green glow and his eyes move to look at you.

“Lets go lay down” Loki helps you stand on your shaky legs and places a hand on the small of your back, leading you to his bed again, he places a kiss to your lips before he pulls back the duvet for you to lay down.

“I can’t keep disappearing every night to come here.” Loki sighs at your words as he gets into the bed on his respective side. He pulls you close against his body and begins to mindlessly play with your hair.

“You’re right, what about every other night?” You prop yourself up to glare at him.

“Once a week.” Loki narrows his own eyes at you. You hold his gaze until his features soften again.

“Once a week it is then, but just now you’re welcome in my bed any day of the week, you have an open invitation to my rooms.” You settle back down against his chest, his fingers move back to your hair.

“I’m only here right now because you asked so nicely, I didn’t think you had manners, it seems I was mistaken.” Loki lets out a small laugh at your playful insult.

“You’re the only one who will ever receive that treatment from me.” You turn your head to look at him, his eyes meet yours, he looks so tired, not just physically, he looks mentally exhausted.

“And why is that Loki?” Loki’s eyes light up a bit, a soft smile tugs on his lips.

“I’ve told you little fox, you’ve piqued my interest, your presence is intoxicating. I’ll do anything to keep you at my side, including asking nicely — and maybe I’ll even admit I’m wrong at some point, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late, I think my ego could rival yours now.” Loki laughs again, his fingers rub at your scalp and you’re quickly lulled into another peaceful sleep tucked next to Loki’s side.

[djmarinizelablog]

Is it just me or you haven't been writing smut lately? Even with all the new good smut from other writers, it's never enough!

Ah, I try to write an assortment of fics so I can play with the different tropes and genres---smut is pretty much just a side thought whenever I work on the plot. But thank you for reaching out, nevertheless! If you have a specific scene in mind, you can always send me a prompt and I'll work on it!

I personally don't want to be branded as a "smut writer." I just want to be a good writer in general, and I'm still working on that. :)

Anyway, I've been working on multiple drafts right now, but since you asked, here's an excerpt from an upcoming fic of mine (hint: spicy/smut/nsfw):

They barely make it to the parking lot where Hange finally shoves him into the backseat of his car after a kiss so intense he can barely breathe. It immediately turns him on. Something is telling him it’s going to be one of those nights. She clambers in and Levi pulls her towards him so they can make out again, this time while laying down, their kisses rough and fueled with desire. Even though it’s dark out and there are no people in view, save for the figures overlooking from the balcony, Levi be damned if one of those is his coworker. But from the way Hange is playing with his tongue in her mouth, he can’t be bothered to look.

He loosens up his tie, and she unravels it for him, going for his shirt afterwards, desperate to see him naked. Levi attempts to sit up, but Hange is doing all the work and she doesn’t seem bothered by it at all. Their hearts are both racing at this point. The fact that Hange’s controlling the rhythm of their movements together really makes him melt. He’s hard as fuck, but doesn’t want to cum so fast, lest it all be over. So he shifts his focus to her body while he unbuttons Hange’s shirt, but his hands tremble like crazy only for Hange to help him out.

“Too tense?” she laughs, unfastening the last button with one hand.

“Shut up, it’s been a while.” He spreads her shirt wide open and bites into her collarbones.

She hums. “I like that.”

He takes time exploring her body with his mouth, his fingers slipping inside the front of her pants and rubbing the fabric within. As soon as he knows they’re both ready, he fishes out his wallet and takes out a condom so he can put it on him. When Hange pulls down her own pants, she swings her leg over his thigh and rides him on the backseat of his car. He can feel himself inside her, and Hange’s eyes are delirious at this point. She starts grinding herself against him, and Levi immediately quivers.

“Fuck, Hange.” He’s gripping the sling of the safety belt from sheer pressure.

“Relax—”

“Shit, shit, shit.”

He slides down the seat for a bit, his pants pooling around his ankles. Hange pushes him down even more with her hand, her eyes seductive and alluring while she bites her lip. There’s really something hot about the way she does it. Maybe something about that dark lipstick of Hange’s makes him want to explode right then and there. His mind is probably having a short-circuit at this point.

After Hange changes the pace of their movements, he presses his shoe harder against the back of the passenger seat. It will probably leave a print. He tries to take a mental note of cleaning it up later, but he finally comes in a few seconds and Hange yells out her orgasm, the pleasure rushing through every fiber of their body. It’s a calming rush settling deep in their bones.

Once she removes herself on top of him, he remembers how to breathe. He grabs the box of tissues in the center console to wipe himself down. Hange then sits beside him in the backseat, both of them still panting from exhaustion.

“You good?” He’s staring at the windshield, his mind still overwhelmed with sensation.

“Yeah, I think so.” Hange straightens herself up and proceeds to pull her pants up. They stay in silence for a while, their hearts heaving from the quick sex. He wants to hold her hand, or even ask for her number so they can stay in touch, but before he can do that, Levi hears people coming out of the club. He cranes his neck and to his dismay, he can see his coworkers about to head to the parking lot, right where they are. Some of them have also brought in some people from the club, and they don’t need to ask questions to know what’s bound to happen. To spare herself of the trouble, Hange immediately gets out of the car and winks at him. “That’s the signal to run. Thanks for the time, Mister Banker.”

[biffhofosho]

Succumbing to Sybaris | Chapter Six

Chapter Word Count: 8.4k

A/N: THREESOME SMUT. NGL, I’m pretty damn proud of this chapter. It’s the deep end of the pool, so let’s see if all that tension paid off. Let me know!

This chapter, as with all other smut chapters in this fic, will be added to my Trashterlist. This one will be under the title “Greed”, should you ever feel the need to revisit. :) BTW, the Sharon Stone movie referenced is Basic Instinct. 

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“Welcome to Crimson Coooooooooow,” said the casual lothario with the savage jaw line behind the counter. “Wow, wow, who do we have here?”

He leaned on both elbows and pushed up the brim of his ballcap with one finger before he was joined by a man with eyes as sharp as katanas and bleached white hair tipped with red.

As his eyes landed on their new customer, two cavernous dimples studded the white-haired clerk’s cheeks. “Let me guess. I’m good at this.”

The dimpled man circled the counter and stopped in front of Amber, leaning back against the racks of boxed candy and bagged popcorn as Boyz II Men crooned overhead. “First impressions say Jerry Maguire, but that’s misleading, isn’t it? You look wholesome, but there’s more to you than that. You like adventure—no, wait, a thrill and maybe a heart throb or two? Broken Arrow? Nah, but I’m close. I see… a murder mystery, a little sex, and a surprise ending.”

He disappeared around the corner only to come back a moment later thumping a VHS box with a red cow on its cover in his hand. He thrust the binding toward her with a triumphant smile as she read the title, Scream.

“I prefer police procedurals,” Amber replied.

The white-haired clerk tapped the box sulkily against the back of his neck as he retreated behind the counter. “I was close.”

Amber took a quick glance around the store and found it rather quiet for an upcoming weekend. Granted, it was nearly nine, minutes before closing, but there was only one couple, a trio of argumentative teens, and a lone woman left to browse the cow-laden racks. The detective returned her gaze to the two very different men who had not stopped studying her since she’d walked in. The moment her eyes reconnected with theirs, recognition flickered.

“Ah,” said the shorter one in the ballcap, “you must be the detective our brother told us about. He said you had some wild eyes, but damn.”

“Wild,” agreed the dimpled man. His leather jacket squealed as he leaned across the counter too and thumbed his lip ring.

“I’m so glad you like them,” Amber deadpanned as she slapped her badge on the speckled formica, “but I didn’t come here for your approval or a movie. I came to ask some questions of Lee Jooheon and Im Changkyun. I assume that’s you two?”

“For as long as you want it to be,” said the one in the ballcap. “I’m Changkyun.”

“Jooheon,” the dimpled man clarified with a wave.

“Is there someone who can take over for you?” she asked as she glanced around.

But Jooheon shook his head, a few strands of mussed hair tickling his eye until he brushed them back. “Kyun and I own the store, and we set our own hours. No staff, no overhead.”

“But we close up in a few, if you want to hang out,” Changkyun offered. “I’m sure we can keep you entertained, Detective.”

Maybe he was just alluding to the vast sea of cow-studded movie selections, but Amber had the distinct impression it was a game. It wasn’t the first time a sub had deflected with flirtation, but it was the first time she found herself titillated by the possibility.

For all their youthful brashness, they each possessed an inexplicable charisma. Where Jooheon was eager and excitable, Changkyun balanced his brother’s energy with cool composure and focused intensity.

Both looked so wildly different from one another that, at first, Amber wondered if they were related at all, but there was something about them, some sharpness that they seemed to share, that contradicted that. Their intimidating beauty aside, even Hyungwon, with his long legs and elegant posture, shared this trait, and if she had to define it, her gut instinct was to call it predatory. They also shared an ethereal prettiness bolstered by their alabaster skin and exceptionally lean and devious fingers that didn’t belong in this dirty, derelict corner of the Pearl.

But their lips... It was like God himself was amassing a collection of mouths that would please everyone all at once. Changkyun’s were textbook beautiful, the kind every artist drew when she idealized the human form, and Jooheon’s were robust with a bow fit for any present and accentuated by that damned lip ring. Kihyun’s had had an aggressive curl to them that was as infuriating as it was seductive, and Hyungwon’s… Amber felt her body flush at the memory of them, plump to the point of obscenity.

She shook her head to dispel the indecency. “I’ll wait by the door, if you don’t mind.”

“Suit yourself,” Changkyun said. “We’ll see what we can do to get these customers out.”

As the brothers worked to press the remaining guests for their rentals, Amber adopted her most authoritative pose: a wide stance with stiff shoulders and hands clasped in front of her. Theirs smiles were too disarming and their attitudes too casual that she not only worried they wouldn’t take her seriously, but that she might be susceptible to their charm. She should have brought Shownu.

In retrospect, keeping her visit to the video store a secret was kind of shitty. She hadn’t exactly intended to. She had honestly planned on going home and working liked she’d promised, but her brain couldn’t stop circling around that crime scene photo and the cow-shaped VHS on the membership card. Before she knew it, she had driven to the Pearl and cased the joint from the alley across the store.

At any point, Amber could have paged Shownu, but she hadn’t. Like it or not, the man was her partner for the foreseeable future, and, stiff as he was, he’d worked hard today. She shouldn’t have ghosted him, and now, alone with two men who, for all intents and purposes, could have been serial killers, she realized it was downright stupid.

She should leave. Make that call…

But she waited by the door as the last of the customers left and Changkyun flipped the open sign to closed. With a smirk, he said, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“I’ll try not to take up too much time, gentlemen.”

Jooheon let out a chuckle as he gripped his brother’s shoulder. “That might be the first time anyone’s called us gentlemen.”

Changkyun nodded, but he didn’t take his eyes off Amber. “You’re far too beautiful to be a detective. How do we know you are who you say you are? My brother has a badge he bought for Halloween—looks just as real.”

Amber laid her police ID on the counter and immediately regretted it. Together, the brothers scrutinized it as though they were the detectives and it was evidence. When they stood back up, they wore matching smiles.

“Ambrosia,” Jooheon drawled, savoring every syllable. “Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Quite the mouthful.”

She didn’t miss the way his tongue darted out to play with his lip ring or the way his eyes flickered from her throat to her breasts.

“Sure is, brother,” replied Changkyun. “Ambrosia was the food of the gods, if I’m not mistaken. Supposed to grant immortality with just a taste.”

“That so, brother?”

Amber stuffed her ID in her back pocket and said, “Gentlemen, I didn’t come here for a Greek history lesson. I came for information. I assume you both follow the news?”

“Yeah, yeah, we know about the missing girls,” Changkyun said. “Not sure we can help though since we had nothing to do with it.”

“Maybe you know more than you realize,” she offered. The detective opened her notebook and began jotting. “How long have you both worked here?”

“We opened this little heifer about a year-and-a-half ago,” Jooheon said as he ran his hand across the counter in a way that bothered Amber's decent sensibilities.

“Before that, what did you do?” she pressed.

“Little of this, little of that,” Changkyun answered, his words evasive but his gaze piercing. His eyes seemed laser-focused on the swell of her breasts beneath her t-shirt before she zipped her jacket higher.

“Bartending, DJing, cab driving,” he continued. “Nothing uptight. Not our style.”

“What about you, Mr. Lee?”

“Same. Kyun and I do everything together. We’re a package deal. Speaking of, don’t you detectives usually travel in packs?”

“My partner is following up on another lead,” she replied. Then, to ignore her truth and her lie, she added, “Why? You two planning to cause trouble?”

“Always,” Changkyun said with a grin.

Insinuation hung in the air as Amber tried to focus on writing down details instead of the wicked image of two mouths on her neck.

“Are either of you online?” she asked.

“Who isn't these days?” retorted Changkyun. “Aren't you, Detective?”

“You know, Honey's also my nickname,” Jooheon said as he leaned closer.

“I see,” Amber said indifferently. “Your brother has already coached you. He anticipated me.”

“Hyungwon?” Changkyun asked with an over-the-top brow raise. “He might have mentioned something, but nothing about how attractive you are, Detective Spiros. How did an extraordinary creature like you get saddled with something as tedious as police work?”

She sighed. “You know, it was really a courtesy coming to your store instead of dragging you into the station for questioning. You could at least feign some kind of respect for the badge.”

“We’re sorry, Detective,” Jooheon said with an elbow to his brother, “but it’s hard to be professional when you expect a Sipowicz but a Crawford walks in instead.”

“I’d appreciate it if we stay on topic. Can you tell me if a Daisy Hartley is a member here?”

“No,” Changkyun said automatically.

Amber’s pen stilled. “She's not?”

“No, we can't tell you,” he clarified.

“I'm not asking for personal information—”

“Still no.”

A flower of annoyance blossomed in Amber’s chest. “You understand this is to help find a missing woman and possibly eight others?”

But Changkyun shook his head. “Sorry, lady, sucks about those missing girls, but we're entrepreneurs. We’re not looking to lose clients already. This is the Pearl and on the other side of that curtain, we've got a lot of porn, some of it really nasty, the kind of stuff you don’t want getting back to the boss or your wife, you understand? If our regulars think the police are snooping through their dirty laundry, they're not coming back.”

That was fair enough. Amber had started her career in Vice, and she knew the Pearl better than most in the precinct. Even though that had been years ago, the Pearl didn’t change and neither did the luck of the people in it. She still knew almost every pimp, prostitute, and drug dealer here, which meant they would know her, too, this time as a cop instead of the perennially-down-on-her-luck Honeypot.

“Oh, come on, brother,” Jooheon said, “she’s just asking for a name. What if we take her to the back?”

The question hung for a moment, heavy with what felt like another unspoken question, and the corner of Changkyun’s mouth twitched.

“Fine,” he said. “As long as we keep this between the three of us.”

“If that’s where you’re more comfortable,” she said slowly, not sure to what exactly she had agreed, but Amber was confident it was nothing her P228 couldn’t undo if push came to shove, so she followed them through the crimson door to the back room.

The cast of the trio’s relationship darkened—that much was unmistakable. At first, Amber thought the detective in her had sensed it, but, no, it was the woman in her. She felt like Gretel heading unprepared into a house of decadence. It was a stupid notion. This was a dingy video store, with buzzing neon and dusty plastic and cartoon cows everywhere she looked.

Then why did the back room feel like an oven?

Jooheon closed the door behind them and smiled with his disarming dimples as he explained, “So clients don't see.”

It was so matter-of-fact that she almost believed it, but it only made the room hotter. Amber took off her jacket and draped it over the arm of the couch. At least now her side piece was visible in case they were playing some other game.

“Have a seat, Detective,” Changkyun offered. “This should only take a moment.”

Amber sat on the small couch opposite the lone desk, and Jooheon joined her.

“Not bad, huh?” he said.

Her eyes took in the room. It was full of discarded cassette covers scattering the shelves and floor while empty clamshells waited to be stuffed with new releases. A television sat high in the corner on a mount, and Jooheon flipped it on in the middle of the last movie they’d been watching. Sharon Stone reclined in a skin-tight white dress in the center of an interrogation room, a cigarette hanging between her lips and five detectives hanging on her every word.

Amber sat a little straighter on the couch. “About that membership, Mr. Im, can you tell me if Daisy Hartley is a member here?”

“Sure,” he said as he kicked on the computer monitor, “let’s get the boring stuff out of the way first.”

He logged into their system, and after a short search, he hummed. “Guess so.”

“She is a member?” Amber asked, leaning forward.

“Looks that way.”

Don’t, she warned, but it was always too late and too pointless.

“What about Jessica Ho?”

Changkyun’s fingers stabbed the keyboard before he nodded as well.

“And—”

“I thought you came here about one girl,” Jooheon said, and the detective blanched.

“Just covering my bases,” she said. “Every detail helps. You two are really the only employees here?”

“For now,” he continued. “Store hours revolve around our schedules.”

Amber raised a brow. “So you would have seen this girl before.”

She withdrew Daisy’s graduation photo from her folio and showed it to both of the brothers. They studied it for a moment without a hint of expression on either handsome face.

“Does she look familiar?” the detective asked.

Both of them shrugged, but Changkyun answered, “We have over five hundred members, and we’re growing. Can’t say for sure.”

“Five hundred’s not that big of a pool that a couple of guys like you wouldn’t remember such a pretty girl.”

“Do you think so little of us, Detective?” Changkyun said. “We don’t hit on every woman we see.”

“I feel special then,” she deadpanned.

“You are.”

Changkyun’s words clotted the stuffy air. A couple of video store Casanovas’s opinions shouldn’t have mattered, and yet Amber warmed.

“Save it for the next woman,” she said sternly and forced them to look at Daisy’s picture again. “Are you sure you’ve never seen her before?”

“She’s not a regular, I can tell you that,” Jooheon said. “Check her rentals, Kyun.”

Changkyun surfed down the screen and tapped on the glass as if to prove his point. “Only rented here once, see? And it was The Babysitters Club, too. Wow.”

“What about—” Amber said, but Changkyun interrupted.

“Listen, Detective, not to be that guy, but you got your freebie already. That’s all I’m willing to share without a court order or our lawyer.”

Her face screwed up at the thought of Kihyun busting through the door again, and she relented. She switched to the same background questions she had gone through with Hyungwon, but the answers all lined up, where they lived and for how long. They were a united front.

Her gaze flicked between the two beautiful, elusive men, but as she tried to figure out her next tactic, Changkyun mused, “The detective here’s got eyes like fire and ice.”

“Are you saying she's hot and cold?” Jooheon probed.

But his brother shook his head. “No, no, no, but the eyes reflect the person, and hers tell me she lives her life by extremes.”

“You're right,” Amber replied. “There's good and there's evil. Truth and lies. Right and wrong.”

“Which side are you on, Detective Spiros?”

Amber ignored Changkyun’s comment and shifted her attention to Jooheon, but that only brought out a dimpled smile from the red-tipped clerk as he answered, “No, I think that means she has two sides to her life. What do you say? The good detective and the bad girl?”

She spat a laugh. “Did either of you ever consider that you couldn't know a whole person by her eye color?”

“Nah,” Jooheon continued. “Over the years, we've been to a lot of places like the Pearl and plenty worse. We know a woman looking for trouble when we see her.”

The faces of the nine missing women danced across the detective’s mind, and her heart raced.  

“Clearly, I found it. And what happens to those women?” she asked, and the brothers grinned. There was a matching twist to the end of their smiles, like two baited hooks tantalizing their impending catch.

“We show her how good it feels to be bad,” Changkyun said.

A shiver raced through her, prickling her skin and her nipples, and Amber crossed her arms. “You're good at getting people off topic, aren't you?”

“Wouldn't be the first time the accusation’s come up,” Jooheon confirmed.

Their playfulness, coupled with those dangerous fingers, implanted all kinds of inappropriate fantasies in her head. Best to change the subject.

“Who is Choi Seunghyun?”

Both brothers sat ramrod straight, and it was so quiet, the only thing Amber could hear was club music from the TV above as Sharon Stone ground her hips against Michael Douglas.

“What does he have to do with anything?” Jooheon asked carefully.

“Is he your brother?”

They relaxed at once, and, for the first time, she saw two little dimples on Changkyun. He swiveled his ballcap backwards as he kicked up in his desk chair. “Nope, but he was like family. Like a father, of sorts. He’s gone now though.”

“Why do you have different family names? Are you related by blood?”

Again, the brothers shared a reaction, though this one was a long laugh.

“Yes and no,” said Jooheon between his distinct ha-ha’s. “We don’t share the same parents.”

“So you’re adopted?”

“More like family by necessity,” Changkyun clarified, though it seemed to make everything less clear.

Seeing the confusion on the detective’s face, Jooheon added, “But that doesn’t change our bond. We’re brothers. We really do love each other.”

“And you’ll do anything to protect each other?”

Jooheon gleaned her meaning at once. He shucked off his patch-studded leather coat down to his uniform shirt. He had cut off its sleeves like a proper Portland punk, and his biceps flexed as he stretched his arms. “Hyungwon, he's not like us. What you see is not what you get.”

“That’s different than you two?” she asked.

“Oh no, everything you see, Detective, you can get,” said Changkyun as he smiled wolfishly and followed his brother’s lead. He removed his uniform, leaving him in a white undershirt, and somehow the air fogged, like the windows of a car at Make Out Point. Maybe it was their cologne, but the room was spiced with honey and leather and sandalwood. It was so thick, Amber could taste it on her lips.

“You know,” Changkyun continued as he focused on her mouth, “here at Crimson Cow, we do allow you to rent two at the same time.”

“Wow. You are shameless,” she groaned.

“And relentless.”

“A family trait, I take it?”

Jooheon flipped off his brother before directing his attention back to her. “Forget Changkyun, Detective. Self-preservation falls pretty far beneath lust in his list of priorities.”

“And you’re the reasonable one?”

“Oh, hell no, that’s Hyunwoo’s job, but I’m not the walking libido this guy is.”

Hyunwoo… Amber scribbled down the name of what she assumed must be their last brother, but she didn’t want to push it now that the pair was finally talking about their family.

“Jokes aside, Detective Spiros,” Jooheon continued, “you have to understand something—Hyungwon’s our brother and we live with him. If we knew he was kidnapping girls, which he isn't, we would let them go and then our whole family would disappear.”

“So you admit you'd cover it up?”

The flame-tipped punk shrugged a naked shoulder. “Wouldn't you for your family?”

There was more silence, but this time it was so loud that it drowned out everything. It was time to leave.

Amber reached for her jacket and stood up. “Thank you for your time, gentlemen. If we have any more questions, my partner or I will follow up with you.”

“That’s it?” Jooheon asked, standing up with her.

“That’s it unless you’ve got anything else for me.”

Changkyun smirked, that surprise dimple reappearing, but he said nothing while Jooheon’s pout returned in full force.

Amber was looking for any excuse to leave this sauna they called an office. She was tired, she was sweaty, and she was desperate to forget about her family. It was an emotional cocktail for bad decisions, and she was well past her limit. She moved for the door, but Jooheon beat her to it. Her hand brushed over his wrist, and a jolt electrified her.

“It’s late, Detective,” he said in a voice too soft to be safe. “Let us walk you to your car.”

“I’ve worked the Pearl for a lot of years, Mr. Lee. I’ll be fine.”

“No doubt, but all the same, it’s still late.”

Jooheon’s eyes drifted down to Amber’s fingers lazily resting on his wrist. She pulled them back and stuffed them in her jacket pockets where they could burn in privacy.

“You could always stay,” he said, his voice an octave lower.

Her gaze slipped from those glinting razors he called eyes to Changkyun leaning back in his desk chair, his thumb stroking the obvious hill of his hard-on.

“What is this?” Amber whispered.

“Whatever you want it to be, Detective,” Jooheon answered.

He took a step forward, and she took one back and another until she collided with the wall. He stopped an inch away from her, studying the way her skin flushed at her collar. Jooheon licked his bottom lip.

He lurched forward and Amber winced, but he didn’t kiss her or even touch her. Instead, he twisted the doorknob and let the door creak open.

“Time to decide. What do you want?”

The air was thick and syrupy, and it filled her lungs, drowning her. It was like she was just below the surface looking up at the world above, but everything was muddled and constantly shifting, and she kept sinking further and further down. She was tired of fighting a thing that couldn’t be fought. She was going to lose anyway. Why not give up? Why not give in?

Amber thought she reached for the doorknob, but her hand grabbed Jooheon’s shirt instead. She pulled herself toward him, hoping to break the surface, but he was the abyss at the bottom of this pool of desire.

He grinned down at her. He knew everything.

“What do you want?” he asked again.

His voice came from outside and from within. There was no escaping him.

“I want to feel your smile against my skin,” she whispered.

These two men had a way of making her admit things she'd rather die than vocalize, and yet the words had left her.

Jooheon’s lips met hers, steel and satin ebbing away the last of her defenses. Her hands wound into his gelled hair so tightly she scratched his scalp. He gasped at her urgency, and it was all the invitation she needed. Amber's tongue probed that tantalizing lip ring before she sucked it into her mouth, and when she’d had her fill, she dove in for a taste of his tongue.

His mouth was cold, as if he’d sucked on an ice cube before he kissed her, and the surprise was almost as delicious as his taste. Jooheon tasted of earth and impulse, dark and heady and wildly unexpected, and Amber couldn’t get enough. She flicked her tongue along his lip ring again, and he growled and pushed her back hard against the desk.

“Easy, Jooheon,” Changkyun scolded.

“She doesn't want easy,” his brother explained as he pulled back from her desperate mouth. “Not tonight. Do you, Detective?”

“Don't call me that,” she hissed. “This is all off the record, and this mistake is over as soon as I walk out of here. That’s the deal or I leave.”

It was an empty threat and they all knew it, but Changkyun nodded and said, “Our word is our bond.”

His promise was worth about as much as her threat, but it was enough. Amber drove back against Jooheon for another taste of his turbulence, but he was ready with an onslaught of his own. He grabbed her jaw and held her mouth open before he dipped his thumb in. She took the cue and lavished it with her tongue, and a smirk illuminated the wild man’s cheek at the sound of her whimper.

“This one’s feral, brother. Might need your help with her.”

Jooheon was right. As she sucked his thumb and writhed against him, Amber had enough left of her senses to realize this wasn’t her. This wasn’t the kind of thing she did. She was never this uninhibited. Something about the swirl of spice and leather in the air made her dizzy, and that wave of sweet honey… So thick. She was mired in it. It clouded out everything but these two strangers.

Satisfied, Jooheon dragged his thumb down her bottom lip, under her chin, and along her throat. Amber tipped her head back, exposing the column of her neck, and he latched on immediately.

“Remember your manners, Jooheon,” Changkyun said as he circled the desk for a better view. Jooheon’s only answer was a disappointed grunt.

Amber’s hands tugged the flame tips of her lover’s hair as Jooheon ringed her collar with greedy kisses, but it wasn’t enough for either of them. As she pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra, Jooheon yanked off her jeans as though they had personally offended him. He froze.

Both brothers swayed like they were six shots deep in whiskey.

“You smell that, Kyun?” the dimpled man asked as he gripped the desk for support.

“Fuck,” was all his brother could manage.

For a second, Amber thought she saw their eyes flash gold, but her head was swimming. She was alive with desire—she’d never felt so fucking alive, naked on a desk in the dirty back room with two villains she’d just met. Every limb tingled, and her core was on fire. She was burning up.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” Jooheon said as his finger patted her clothed sex the way it would tap on his chin.

Changkyun crossed his arms as he thought and, after a moment, said, “I think the lady said she wanted to feel your smile. What would make you smile, brother?”

Jooheon grinned, and a second later, her underwear was gone, too.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and Amber scooted to the edge of the desk and opened for him. But he shook his head. “Wider. All the way, honey.”

She drew her feet onto the desk and planted them as far apart as they could go. She had never been more exposed in her life, and it was exhilarating.

Jooheon stepped back, hand under his chin as he appraised the naked woman presenting for him. He hummed, and Changkyun joined his side, his elbow propped up on his big brother’s shoulder.

“Would you look at that,” Changkyun marveled.

Jooheon toyed with his lip ring as he studied her. “Oh, honey, you're so wet. It's dripping down your pussy.”

“Look how swollen she is. She’s begging for it. Bet she’s got a hair trigger on her now.”

“That true, honey?”

Jooheon’s finger slid easily between her folds and found the full and flushed hill of her clit. The second he nudged it, Amber’s head lolled back and her knees quivered as lightning charged her every nerve.

“Too delicious,” Changkyun murmured.

“Halvsies?” his brother asked with an eyebrow raise.

Changkyun smirked at the wanton woman displayed on his desk. He hummed in delight. “Let’s see how long she lasts.”

The brothers shared a matching set of dimples before dropping to their knees in perfect unison. A ripple of anticipation coursed through Amber. Each brother grabbed a thigh to hold her in place as their faces edged toward her most intimate secret. Cool breaths feathered over the shameful mess she’d made, and for a moment, she thought she would cum untouched.

“Told ya,” Changkyun laughed. “Hair trigger.”

Jooheon parted her pink shell, exposing her pulsing hole. The white-haired devil eased a long finger inside her, and Amber moaned eagerly.

“If that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I don’t know what is,” Changkyun said.

“What about the taste?” Jooheon asked as he withdrew his finger to Amber’s ample protests. He presented it to his brother’s lips, and Changkyun sucked dutifully. “And?”

“Fuck, she’s delicious. I need more.”

Jooheon licked his lips as he eyed her glistening cunt. “I wouldn’t worry, brother. Our filthy girl’s going to keep us well fed, but you can go first. We are gentlemen, as the lady said.”

Amber shot him a scowl that only lasted a split second before it dissolved into a gasp. Changkyun wasted no time licking a stripe up her pinkness straight to her clit where he latched on and sucked hard. Her nails scratched troughs in the wood as her knees fought to close against the tidal wave of pleasure, but the boys held her firmly in place.

Changkyun’s suction was relentless as his tongue worked tight circles around her shivering hill. Occasionally, his teeth glanced over her sensitive bud, and she whimpered. Amber panted for air as she climbed higher and faster toward release than she could ever remember. Fuck, their mouths were even deadlier than she could have imagined.

Just a little more…

She rutted against his face, but a second before her release, the son of a bitch stopped.

“What the—” Changkyun groused.

“Move over. We agreed to share,” Jooheon snapped as he elbowed his brother out of the way so he could flick his tongue back and forth over her clit. His mouth closed around her, and he mirrored his brother’s fierce suction beautifully.

She was climbing again, hard and fast and frantic, and again, relief was snatched from her.

“You did say I could go first,” Changkyun asserted before his tongue licked up her fold and nudged Jooheon from her clit. “Hold her.”

With a pout, Jooheon sat back on his heels as he forcibly pressed Amber’s thighs wide. This time there was no stopping Changkyun. He focused solely on her swollen clit, rubbing and nibbling it until she came with a tremendous shudder. Hot honey spilled from her cunt as she seized and keened at the top of her lungs.

Changkyun smiled as he wiped his mouth, but his brother was scowling.

“No fair,” whined Jooheon. “I wanted to make her cum.”

“Then make her cum,” his brother said flatly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You want that, don’t you, honey? You want to spill all over Jooheon’s tongue, too?”

Changkyun curled his finger up in her heat and beckoned her for more from the inside. Her body was trembling and her chest was flushed red. The pleasure was all-consuming, and it almost hurt to give them more.

“Too much,” Amber cried.

“Not enough,” Changkyun corrected. “You can give us another one. You will.”

While the sharp-jawed wolf added a second finger, Jooheon brought his lips to her stiff clit and rubbed his lip ring over it again and again and again, and she could feel the devil smiling through it all.

Her scalp prickled and her skin tightened and all of her heat rushed to meet their eager advances between her legs. Amber whined and begged and sobbed against the intensity, but the thought of them stopping cut like a knife. She was almost there.

It was time. Jooheon knew it. He fixed his mouth around her rosy bud and sucked with evil intent.

With a sharp gasp ending in gritted teeth, Amber came violently. Her hips lifted from the desk despite the two men holding her open, and every muscle quivered in protest. For a second, she was between worlds—one real and one fantasy. Finally, she collapsed onto the desk in a shuddering mess.

“What a beauty,” murmured Changkyun as he stood up and surveyed the spent vixen’s flushed skin. Then, to Jooheon, he said, “Feel better, crybaby?”

Jooheon shot up, ignoring his brother’s barb in favor of situating himself between Amber’s drooping legs. She expected his cock to enter her overworked core, but, instead, he gathered her into his arms and brought her forehead to his. Still limp and glassy-eyed, Amber’s mouth was crushed against his. He nibbled on her lips and licked at her tongue while he grabbed fistfuls of her hair and hugged her close against him as her legs slackened around his hips.

“Mm, that was so good, honey,” Jooheon praised between sloppy kisses. “You did so good for us. Did it feel good?”

Amber was too tired to kiss him back, but she whimpered a “yeah” against his mouth.

“You gonna make us feel good, too?” he asked.

Another murmured yes, and he squeezed her tighter. He was cold, but warmth traveled through her at his unexpected affection.

It was gone in a second, replaced again by the heat of desire as Jooheon’s mouth slid down her throat and engulfed her nipple as his spare hand kneaded her other breast. His teeth grazed the puckered flesh there, and they were sharper than she imagined. A wanton moan trickled from her lips as she bucked against him. Beside her, his hand slammed down and she heard something crack.

“Relax, Jooheon,” warned Changkyun. “You know the rules. Not this one.”

The message, however vague, got through, and Jooheon eased up on his teeth in favor of more tongue. Playful, lewd smacks reverberated through the office before the hiss of a zipper garnered all of Amber’s attention.

A moment later, she felt the cool velvet of Jooheon’s cock gliding over her damp sex as he basted himself in her juices.

“Protection?” she managed.

Her voice sounded faraway, lost in ecstasy, and it was foreign, as though she hadn’t heard herself in years.

The men exchanged smiles before Changkyun snorted a laugh. “Protection? Trust us, baby, we can’t get you pregnant.”

Amber shook her head, logic dispelling some of the crimson lust. “I’m not just worried about that. I don’t know who else you’ve slept with.”

Changkyun ran his hands down her face as he brought her gaze to his. She couldn’t recall ever seeing eyes so black. They were whirlpools, and there was no use fighting their pull. He stroked the mounds of her cheeks as he smiled with a softness of which she didn’t think him capable. “You don’t have to worry about anything when you’re with us, but if it makes you feel better, we won’t cum inside.”

“Aw, seriously?” whined Jooheon as he circled his cockhead around her clit.

That snapped the detective back to reality, and her spark reignited. Amber grabbed a fistful of the wild man’s locks, and it was his turn to groan in pleasure. She bit his lip and he rutted against her in gratitude, and when she pulled back, she said, “You cum inside me, and I put a bullet in you.”

This was a stupid, horrible, irresponsible idea that would cost her everything from her job to her dignity, but she had never wanted anything so badly in her life. It was like the pain of not being with them was worse than the risk of being with them. Every second she remained untouched was hollow agony. She was need incarnate, and she had to have them if she ever hoped to feel whole again.

“You heard the lady,” Changkyun said with a laugh as he resumed his seat behind the desk.

Jooheon took his brother’s cue and grabbed her hands, guiding her onto shaky legs.

“Can you stand?” She nodded and he smiled, those luscious dimples back on cue. “Not that you need to.”

With a rough flourish, he spun her in his arms so that she was on display for Changkyun, and a moment later, she was bent over the desk, her breasts crushed against crumpled papers and her hands bracing against the wood.

“Oh god, I can’t wait to bury myself in this pussy,” Jooheon snarled as he nestled his dick between her swollen folds.

With a sharp hiss, he slipped in easily to the hilt, her abundant arousal hastening things along. Amber gasped at the icy intrusion. She hadn’t expected his cock to be as cold as the rest of him, but it was invigorating. Her walls were greedy for every inch, and she shivered.

But Jooheon didn't move.

“How’s our girl feel, brother?” Changkyun asked, but Jooheon didn’t respond.

His hands stroked Amber's ass and traced her curves reverentially, and he murmured softly to himself, but she couldn’t make it out. Still, he wouldn’t move, and she was growing impatient with need.

“Jooheon.”

Changkyun’s stern voice severed the tension and broke his brother out of whatever reverie had ensnared him.

When the dimpled lothario finally spoke, he sounded drunk. “She’s like an oven. Fuck, Kyun, I can’t— I don’t—”

“Just hurry up. Stop being a selfish asshole.”

His brother’s chiding brought Jooheon back to the present, and he sneered. “She’s got a hole over there, too, you know.”

“Yeah, but I want to watch you fuck her some, first,” Changkyun said as he freed his cock at last and began stroking it from his front-row seat.

Primal need came crashing back in, and Jooheon wasted no more time as he plunged in and out of Amber’s white-hot core. He set a blistering pace inside her that she hadn’t expected after minutes of nothing, and her overworked muscles shuddered against him. He filled her to the brim, and he made sure she felt it. She gasped and clenched around his hardness as his fingers dug into her hips so hard she cried out.

“She's driving me crazy,” Jooheon grunted between frantic gasps.

“Easy. Easy, brother,” Changkyun soothed in the same voice Amber had heard negotiators talk to perps teetering on the edge. He tucked his dick back into his pants, stood up, and circled behind them. Amber tried to turn around, but Changkyun pushed her head down against the desk.

“Easy,” he said again, his voice almost hypnotic. “Fuck her slow. Make her cum.”

“She's too hot,” Jooheon whimpered.

“Slow,” his brother repeated. “Deep. Easy.”

All at once, Jooheon’s jackhammering slowed to a languid pull-out and emphatic stab back in. Amber could feel him warming inside her, and with each measured insertion, she felt him swell. He rubbed deliciously inside her belly, the perfect speed to keep her body thrumming on the nexus of ecstasy.

This wasn’t like the impetuous loudmouth she’d seen all night. This was so controlled. He felt so good. So good…

Amber risked a look behind her and found Changkyun’s hands on his brother’s hips, pulling him out and driving him in between her legs. She was dizzy at the sight and let her forehead sag against the desk. She would let them do whatever they wanted to her. That’s all she wanted.

“So hot,” Jooheon purred dreamily again as he stroked her from the inside.

Amber heard Changkyun pat his brother on his back before he resumed his seat across from her. His hard-on was back out, the rosy head glistening atop a long, thick shaft. The fact that she couldn't touch it made her want to all the more.

“Stop playing with me,” she demanded of her voyeur.

“You're not ready,” Changkyun said as he leisurely jerked his length.

“Oh, fuck you,” she spat before a particularly deep fuck made her back arch and her knuckles whiten.

“You're right. I'm not ready,” he replied. “I like watching my brother fuck you. He’s doing a good job, isn’t he?”

Amber stuttered out a yes as Jooheon tugged on her hips so she met him thrust for thrust.

“That's it, Jooheon, fuck her hard now. Tell him how good he's making you feel, baby. He wants to hear it.”

“You fill me up so good, Jooheon,” she praised between thrusts. “Give me everything. I want it all. I want you as deep as you can go.”

Jooheon returned to his blistering pace, the filthy squelch of hedonism echoing in her ears. Pleased, Changkyun leaned down and kissed her, but where his tongue was questing, hers was distracted. After a moment, he pulled back and gripped her chin to study the way her mouth slackened and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“We’re spoiled tonight, Jooheon. Our little honeypot’s going to cum on your cock. Mm, that’s it. Don't stop. Give her the best fuck of her life.”

Grinning ear-to-ear, Jooheon reached around her thigh to find the button that would take her over the edge. The second his finger glanced across her clit, Amber unleashed a series of shameful moans.

“Wait,” commanded Changkyun and his brother stopped instantly.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Jooheon barked. “Her cunt’s squeezing the life out of me. I’m not gonna last.”

Changkyun centered himself in front of Amber, his rigid glory aching for the warmth of her mouth. “I want you to swallow my cock while you cum on my brother's. Can you do that, Ambrosia?”

“Yes, god, yes. I'm almost there,” she answered hungrily.

“So eager to cum. Fuck, that's hot.”

Amber opened wide and enveloped his leaking cockhead, wasting no time sucking him for all she was worth. He was cold, too, and surprisingly sweet. It was an addictive combination that made her hum around his length. She cradled Changkyun’s dick with her tongue as the momentum of his brother’s fucking pistoned her mouth up and down his shaft.

“You feel so good wrapped around us, baby,” Changkyun groaned as he gathered her hair to one side. “You take dick like a pro. Such a good girl for us.”

“She's too tight, too hot,” Jooheon muttered again.

“Make her cum, brother. You can do it. She's so close.”

“Fuck, I love your pussy, honey,” Jooheon sang as his hand pressed into her lower back. “You own me.”

“Mm, she liked that,” Changkyun said. “Did you feel her tighten? Don't neglect that little clit of hers.”

Jooheon swirled his finger around her as instructed, and that was it. She was stuffed full of cock, used and filthy and loving every second of it, and she came with a head-to-toe shudder. Her knees pitched forward with a crash against the desk as she collapsed.

“Oh fuck!” Jooheon shouted as he pulled out just in time to spurt his load all over her ass.

Amber’s head lolled to the side as Changkyun tipped forward, his dick resting against her panting lips, while Jooheon mirrored him. Their foreheads touched above her back as they stared into each other's eyes. The youngest brother wrapped one hand around his big brother's neck as his other hand pressed against Jooheon’s chest.

“Is that you?” Changkyun whispered.

“Can't be,” Jooheon said, but his hand met his brother’s over his heart.

“No. No, it can't,” the youngest repeated, but they lingered there with furrowed brows and astonished gapes. “Fuck, I've got to try her.”

Jooheon backed off so his brother could enjoy the spoils, too. Amber couldn’t move. Cheek pressed against the desk, chest heaving and arms limp, the only thing she could do was watch as one brother flopped into the chair and the other slipped inside her.

Changkyun sighed. It was breathy and luscious, and if she’d had an ounce of energy left to spare, she would have sighed with him. He felt so good stretching her out.

He stroked her hair and, in a voice deep as night itself, he said, “I’m going to use you now, baby, okay? Just lay there and take it for me.”

It was the least she could do.

“Goddamn, she’s hot,” Changkyun said as he set a hard and fast rhythm.

“I told you,” exclaimed Jooheon with a vindicated clap.

“She’s still tight from cumming. Ah, fuck, I’m not gonna last.”

Amber laid there taking every thrust, knees knocking against the desk and ass slapping against Changkyun’s hips. The faster he went, the harder it was to ignore how fully he stretched her abused sex. Tired as she was, a needy mewl escaped her.

“Come on, use me, Changkyun,” she whispered. “Cum for us.”

Both brothers moaned for the spent harlot draped across their desk.

“More,” the greedy wolf demanded as he fucked her as fast as he could.

“Cover me with your cum just like your brother did. Don’t disappoint us.”

Changkyun’s panting crescendoed into a strangled gasp as he tried to aim his seed for her other ass cheek, but he came so hard, it shot across her back, a few drops dampening her hair. His hip sagged beside hers as he caught his breath.

“You, too,” Jooheon said cryptically from his seat. “I can hear it.”

Changkyun shook his head, though his hand rested over his own heart now. “There’s no way.”

“‘No way’ what?” Amber asked as she rolled onto her side and sat up on one elbow.

“Doesn’t matter,” Changkyun said. “Just thought we heard something.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she was far too tired to investigate.

Investigate…

Jesus Christ, what had she just done? Reality came crashing mercilessly back in. She was an officer of the law, and she’d just fucked her chief suspect’s brothers after knowing them for an hour. It was like she’d been possessed by another woman entirely, one who gave no fucks for any consequences, and now that she was sated, the other woman had abandoned her to live with the crushing knowledge that nothing could ever go back to the way it was.

“Give me my clothes,” the detective ordered in a voice colder than either of their bodies.

Jooheon hopped up to gather them from around the room and offered to help Amber into them, but she shrugged him off violently. He pulled back with an unexpected sadness softening the corner of his sharp eyes, but it was gone in a flash.

“That should never have happened,” the detective declared as she focused on getting dressed and avoiding their gazes. Her shirt clung to the stickiness splattered all over her back, and Amber fought the urge to cry.

“Mm, I agree,” Jooheon persisted as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose against her neck. “Now I want more, and since we're off the suspect list, what do you say to round two and then you can just crash with us?”

Amber wrenched out of the punk’s grip as the weight of his words flattened her. Even if she had a tidal wave of evidence against any of them, if their liaison ever came to light, everything would be discredited in an instant, not to mention the blinding humiliation that would come with it. She would lose her job, and even worse, she would lose the respect of everyone at the station. And Lucas—god, he would never look at her again.

“Don't worry, Detective,” Changkyun soothed at the sight of her shining eyes, one half in light and the other half in dark. “Your secrets are safe with us.”

“What secrets?” she said, hating the obvious panic in her voice.

Changkyun smiled as he wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulder. “How you like it when two men—”

“Fuck you!” she snapped.

“Exactly what I was going to say, baby,” Changkyun trumpeted with a grin.

“Monsters,” she snarled as she grabbed her jacket and stormed out of the video store, exhaustion forgotten for indignation.

As she burst forth into the cool night air, Amber realized that's exactly what they were—monsters—but that hadn’t stopped her from fucking them. Maybe it had even been part of the reason. Worse yet, under her shame and regret, she still felt alive. She still loved it. God, she was fucked up.

It was the deepest part of night, when the bars had closed and a sliver of moon sagged low and the only people awake were bleary-eyed nightshift crews and the ill-intentioned. There was no traffic, not even the melancholy wail of a train whistle or a shudder of a jake brake on the viaduct above.

Amber’s boots scuffed the sidewalk littered with cigarette butts and a couple of chew tins, and the sound reverberated down the hollow throat of the Pearl. It should have given her that hair-raising eeriness, like she was the last person on Earth, but instead, it felt like a bullhorn advertising her loneliness to any predator lurking in the web of ebony between sallow mercury lights.

And just like that, she knew she wasn’t alone.

“Jooheon? Changkyun? It’s not funny, assholes!”

Silence. No scuffling. No laughter. But someone was there. Everything inside Amber told her she was being watched.

Her pulse throbbed in her neck and her hair stood on end. She could feel someone behind her, almost like a pair of hands ghosting over her shoulders or a nose sniffing her hair. She whirled around, looking for a silhouette in a shadow but nothing looked back.

At last, her eyes jerked up to the roof just in time to catch something alighting into the night—a pigeon or an owl probably. In a blink, it was gone and the feeling faded. Still, her skin bristled, and Amber hurried back to her car to put as many miles between her and the Pearl as fast as she could.