#light dom/sub

[lyn31]

Zayne Immediate Disorder (Extended) ✨Extra✨

Summary:

Want a more details scene of what happen after Zayne's chains broke and he push you to the floor? Then look no further than this short extended chapter! It will cure your horny-ness! or make it worse, who know...

For Part 1 click here!

CW: Feral behavior, light dom/sub, rough sex, oral sex, multiple sex positions.

Ao3 link

My Masterlist ✨

Notes:

Yeahh, yeahhh, what can I say, I saw that post on the tumblr by @littleglutton they said and I quote "if you haven't thought of feral, messy, desperate Zayne making you ride him while he sits there like a crazed king, you're a fucking LIAR." And again... what can I say? ahahahahahaha Oh and ofc Valentine day.... what a timing LOL

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“You can never… leave me,” he murmurs, his voice rough and unsteady as his lips brush over yours.

The kiss starts slow, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The pressure between you—too much, too overwhelming after everything that’s led to this moment—pushes you both into something more. The kiss deepens, urgent and desperate, a clash of lips and tongues as you both crave the release that’s been building.

His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer, his body molding to yours as your mouths crash together again and again, hungry for more. Your hips instinctively grind against him, a steady rhythm driven by raw need, and the weight of his body above you only fuels the urgency. The heat, the tension, the desire—every inch of him presses you against the floor, every movement igniting a fire that spreads through your body.

Zayne’s fingers trail down your spine, gripping your hips harder, holding you in place as he pushes you into him with more force, guiding your grinding motion with growing urgency. You can feel the heat radiating between you, the pulse of desire making every second more intense than the last, every touch heightening the ache that has taken over you both.

Breathless, Zayne breaks the kiss, his forehead pressing against yours as he struggles for control. His chest heaves, his eyes burning with hunger. His hands grip your thighs, fingers digging in as he guides you—slowly at first, then with growing intensity—until his lips crash against yours, fierce and unrelenting.

Zayne's grip tightens, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. Your legs wrap around his waist, your bodies moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm. His erection presses hard against you, the friction igniting a fire that leaves you gasping. His lips never leave yours—hungry, demanding, each kiss rougher, driven by the tension teetering on the edge of control.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he grunts, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling between you, ragged and heavy with desire.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you shift your hips, teasing him further, the friction building between you both. A flicker of nerves twists in your stomach, but it’s quickly drowned out by the rush of adrenaline and the heat coursing through you. You can feel his muscles tightening, his restraint slipping as your teasing ignites a fire in him. Zayne’s grip tightens on your thighs, his body tense with the effort to hold back. A deep grunt rumbles in his chest, and his eyes darken with desperation. His mouth trails down to your neck, then to your chest, the heat of his breath making your skin prickle with anticipation.

Your breath catches, a shiver rolling through you as heat coils low in your stomach, tightening the tension between you until it’s almost unbearable.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as his mouth presses over the hardened peak of your breast through the fabric. Your body arches into him, instinct taking over. His tongue flicks over the material, each stroke sending a wave of heat through you, leaving your chest tight with need. The sensation is overwhelming—almost too much—but still not enough. You crave more, your hands trembling as you fight the urge to tear away the barrier between you.

“Take it off...” The words spill from you, breathless and raw. “I need to feel your skin against mine.”

His eyes meet yours, blazing with intensity. His fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, breath ragged as he pauses for only a heartbeat. You can see it in his eyes—he’s on the edge of tearing it off—but somehow restrains himself, jaw clenching as he fights for control.

Instead, Zayne peels each layer of fabric from your body in frantic, hurried motions. His fingers tremble slightly, his need barely contained as he drags the fabric over your skin. Each piece falls away faster than the last, his breath hitching with every inch of exposed skin. When the final layer hits the floor, a deep, guttural sound escapes him. His hands grip your waist possessively, and his mouth is on you immediately, lips and teeth claiming every inch of your bare skin with raw urgency.

The heat between you intensifies, every touch, every caress making you shiver with anticipation. You feel the roughness of Zayne’s hands as they skim over your body, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin. His lips find your hardened peak again, this time skin on skin, his mouth hot and insistent. His tongue flicks and circles with deliberate precision, sending a rush of pleasure through you that steals your breath.

A sharp gasp tears from your throat, your body jolting at the sudden intensity. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much, but you can’t stop yourself from arching into him. Your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tightly as the need for more consumes you. You pull him closer, desperate, the hunger between you raw and undeniable.

Zayne’s mouth moves lower, his body pressing into yours with each movement. The friction between you, the pressure of him against you, makes your pulse race, your breaths coming faster. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as his lips trail down your stomach, each kiss slow and purposeful, his tongue tracing along the curve of your skin. His kisses grow more demanding, more urgent, as if he can’t get enough of you—his lips leaving a trail of heat, his body claiming you in ways that leave you gasping for more.

But even in this heat, his restraint flickers, just for a moment. His gaze locks onto yours, dark with need, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "Don't hold back," you say, your voice rough with desire, thick with the hunger you've been trying to keep at bay. "Show me… take what you want."

That’s all it takes. Zayne’s control slips, his body shifting with a ferocity that matches the heat between you. With a low grunt, he slides down your body, leaving a trail of heated kisses, each one making your skin burn for more. His hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart with a sense of purpose, exposing you to him, his breath hot against your skin as he moves lower.

His eyes are dark and untamed, locked onto yours, raw hunger painted across his face. Your pulse races, every inch of you alive with anticipation. He doesn’t waste a second before his lips press to the sensitive skin just above your core. A low, guttural grunt escapes his chest as his tongue flicks out, tasting, teasing. The sensation is dizzying, sending waves of need coursing through your body. Your back arches involuntarily at the touch, desperate for more.

Zayne pulls back for just a moment, his eyes never leaving yours, his breath ragged. "You taste incredible," he mutters, his voice thick with desire, sending another shiver down your spine. His hands tighten on your thighs as he leans in again, not waiting for any further invitation.

His mouth is back on you—hot, wet, demanding. Zayne's tongue slides between your folds, exploring, teasing, and you gasp, your body trembling from the intensity of his touch. Every flick, every press of his tongue makes your core burn with a need that drives you wild. Your hands, desperate for something to grasp, scrape along the floor beneath you, seeking something to steady yourself as Zayne’s mouth makes you squirm, every sensation taking you higher. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place, forcing you to endure the pleasure that’s too much and never enough at the same time.

Each flick of his tongue drives you closer to the edge, making your body quiver with anticipation. His mouth doesn’t leave you for a second, his tongue working with skillful precision, drawing pleasure from you in waves. Your back arches, gasps escaping your lips, your body trembling beneath him as the buildup grows and grows.

Zayne is relentless, knowing exactly how to make you feel, how to push you to the edge but never quite letting you fall off it just yet. You’re close, so close—your body shaking as you feel the tightness in your core building. Your hands find their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you pull him closer, needing him deeper. You’re torn between wanting him to stop, to give you a breath, and urging him to push further, deeper into that spot that drives you wild.

You let out a strained, breathless whimper, caught in the tension of it all. Every touch, every flick, is bringing you to the edge. You can feel it, the almost unbearable tightness, the desperate need to let go.

With one final, skillful flick of his tongue, you break. Your body convulses beneath him, and a loud cry of his name escapes your lips, the release crashing through you in waves. Zayne doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down—his tongue still works you through it, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from you, as if he can’t get enough of the taste of you. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you steady as he drags you through the last lingering tremors of your orgasm, his hunger never wavering.

When you finally come down from the high, gasping for air, Zayne pulls back for just a second, his eyes watching you, dark with hunger. The contrast between the soft, sweet moment after your climax and the raw need in his gaze sends a thrill through you, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath.

But before you can fully recover, Zayne is on you again, his hands gripping your waist and lifting you slightly as he positions himself between your legs. The urgency is back—unrestrained, a primal need driving him forward. He thrusts into you with a grunt, filling you in one powerful motion.

You gasp, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your release, but his thrusts are already rough and frantic, as if he can’t wait another second. His hands dig into your hips, pulling you closer to him as his rhythm quickens. There’s no gentleness, no pause—just raw, desperate need crashing through you both.

“Mine,” Zayne grunts, his voice low and guttural as he pushes deeper. His thrusts grow harder, faster, his body demanding more, and the intensity of it makes you gasp, your nails scraping his back as the pleasure builds again, sharper, fiercer than before.

But even in the heat of it all, Zayne doesn’t slow down. He tightens his grip on you, pulling you forward roughly, shifting your bodies with a force that makes your breath catch. Without missing a beat, he shifts you both toward the chair behind him, guiding your hips with expert precision. It’s quick, seamless—the movement like a demand, making sure you stay with him, every inch of you locked in his control.

Before you can fully process it, he pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling him, facing him directly. His hands stay on your hips, guiding you as the heat of his erection pulses between you, demanding.

“You’re going to ride me,” Zayne murmurs against your neck, his voice thick with need, a teasing smile curving at the corner of his lips. “Show me how bad you want it.” There's a deeper edge to his words, a quiet promise of payback for all the teasing, but the challenge is lighter—still hungry, still fierce.

You shift your hips slightly, trying to take control, but Zayne’s grip tightens on you, holding you firmly in place. His eyes flash with a mix of hunger and something darker, but there's an edge of restraint, as if he's letting you try. But it doesn’t last long. Zayne grunts low, his voice rough as he locks eyes with you. “Not so fast,” he breathes, the control slipping from him as he gives in. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You can feel the shift in his power, like the moment the floodgates open. Zayne starts to roll his hips up against you, slow and deliberate, but with each movement, it’s clear—he’s taking control, forcing you to feel every inch of him. His grip on your hips tightens with each movement, his breath growing shallow as the tension between you builds, and you can’t help but meet him halfway, craving more.

“You’re going to do this my way, darling,” he mutters, the weight of his words pressing down on you. The need in his voice matches your own, raw and unrelenting.

You attempt to move again, testing his control, but he presses you down harder, his strength overwhelming. A playful grunt escapes his lips, the sound thick with authority. “You think you can handle it?” Zayne’s eyes gleam with wicked amusement. “Because right now, you’re mine. Every inch of you… is mine.”

His words wash over you, a slow heat unfurling deep in your core, making your breath catch. Your pulse quickens at the possessiveness in his tone. You try to move again, but it’s no use—he’s already pulling you into his rhythm, his hands digging deeper into your hips, forcing you to match his pace. His thrusts grow more deliberate, harder, and your body responds to him instinctively, your own need igniting in a flash.

“Don’t stop,” he demands, his voice thick and ragged, the sound sending heat straight to your core. His grip tightens even further, his hips snapping up harder, faster. The desperation in his movements is impossible to ignore—each thrust more desperate than the last, pushing you both to the edge.

You cry out at the force of his movements, your hands desperately grabbing at his hair, pulling him toward you, needing to kiss him, to feel his mouth on yours. But Zayne doesn’t let up, his grip on your waist unrelenting, driving into you deeper with each thrust. The sensation overwhelms you, your body trembling as your moans escape uncontrollably.

His thrusts grow even more urgent, his body pressing into yours, and you cry out again, the intensity making your body jerk against his. With a low growl, Zayne cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin just before his lips descend on yours, claiming you in a kiss that’s as intense as his movements. The kiss is deep and desperate, his mouth hard against yours as his tongue slips past your lips, exploring you with a raw hunger that matches the urgency of his thrusts.

You meet him halfway, your own tongue tangling with his in a heated, almost frantic exchange. His kiss is possessive, each movement telling you he can’t get enough of you—his lips pressing harder, demanding more as if he’s trying to swallow you whole. Your hands reach for him instinctively, one threading into his hair, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss, while the other slides down his back, feeling the tense muscles under his skin, pulling him against you with every thrust.

Zayne’s hand moves down your body with purposeful ease, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak of your chest before giving it a teasing pinch. You gasp into the kiss, your chest bouncing with the force of his movements as your body follows the rhythm of his thrusts. He smiles against your lips, drinking in each sound you make, his other hand gripping your waist tightly, guiding your hips to match his desperate pace.

The pressure of his hands, the way his body forces yours to move in time with him, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your chest rises and falls with every motion, the bounce of your body following his rhythm. Zayne’s lips switch between leaving a heated trail across your skin and capturing yours in deep, demanding kisses. He pauses between kisses to watch—the way your body moves, riding him with desperate, aching need, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips part with every breathless moan—his eyes dark with hunger. The sight of you like this, taking him so perfectly, ruins him. Every shift, every desperate cry that escapes your lips only makes him crave more, making him push harder, faster, each thrust driving you closer to the edge with a hunger that refuses to be satisfied.

The taste of him, the heat of his mouth, sends another wave of desire crashing through you. You break the kiss only for a second to gasp for air, your fingers still tangled in his hair, your breath coming in ragged gasps as his hands move to your body with desperation. Your lips are back on his in an instant, needy and breathless, as if neither of you can get enough of the other.

“Ugh… you feel too good,” Zayne groans, his voice strained as he buries himself deeper inside you. His lips find the tender skin of your neck, sucking harshly, and you throw your head back, the sharp pull of his mouth driving you wild. Before you can catch your breath, his thrusts grow more relentless—faster, harder, more urgent. The interrogation chair creaks beneath you both, the sound of strained wood blending with the feverish rhythm between you.

Your fingers still tangle in his hair, gripping tightly as you brace yourself against the force of his thrusts. Every movement knocks you off balance, but you don’t care—you want more. You pull him closer, desperate for the feeling of him filling you completely, even as the intensity threatens to consume you.

His breath hitches in your ear, rough and desperate. “Yes, just like that,” he groans, his pace unrelenting. Then, as his body tenses with another rough thrust, his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of your neck. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but the bite sends a jolt of pain and pleasure through you, tearing a scream from your lips.

Your back arches, the rush of sensation amplifying everything—the heat, the tension, the overwhelming need. His thrusts only intensify, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he guides you to match his frantic rhythm.

You’re lost in him now, in the way his body moves with such raw need. The world narrows to this moment, each second dragging you closer to the edge until, finally, you both fall together. Zayne’s release collides with yours, his body stiffening beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you.

For a moment, neither of you move, the air thick with the weight of what just happened. Zayne’s hand drifts up to your cheek, his touch light but deliberate, as if savoring the moment. His thumb traces a slow path across your skin, leaving warmth in its wake.

Your breath catches again, your eyes fluttering closed as his touch lingers—not quite letting go, not quite finished. Like a promise of something more, waiting just beneath the surface.

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Notes:

Want something a bit more subtle from this card/story, the build up to this explosive tension? if you didnt already see part 1, it's here And if you want another card's fic Zayne - Fragrant Possession Celebration (Smut)

[therapyandprozac]

Title: Daddy

Rating: Explicit Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink ofc, Edging, Teasing, Praise kink, Toys, Light BDSM

Words: 1.2k

I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish! (is there a word for this?)

Posted before I could think too much about it 🙈 enjoy ☺️

“Can we talk about something?”

“Yes, love!” He smiles and focuses his attention on you. You blush, you’ve been practicing this conversation in your head for days but you still instantly turn bright red. Doing everything to avoid eye contact you cover your face with your hands. “Wow baby, look at that blush!” He says pulling your arms away from your face, you pull them back to you. However, he’s substantially stronger than you are and easily exposes your face. “What is it?” A huge smile crosses his face.

“I umm,” you start. He guides you to taking a few breaths and staring at the couch. “Well, we’ve been together for a while. We’ve talked about and have done…stuff…” You feel yourself turn into a tomato again as he smirks.

“We have indeed done ‘stuff.’” He laughs.

“What do you want me to call you?” You ask, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What do you mean love?” He asks, trying to understand your vague question.

“Like umm, like daddy or sir or something.” You pause and he stays quiet. Your heart races and you jump into a mini rant. “I just the last time we-, you were very…I don’t know...in character and I wanted to call you a title but I didn’t know which of them, if any, you wanted.” You rattle off incredibly fast before being abruptly stopped by the softest lips you’ve ever felt. A familiar feeling of the anxiety of finishing the question, waves away like a rolling tide, the only thing you needed was for him to respond.

“That,” His voice is deep in an almost growl as he continues. “Is an excellent question. No need for blushes or hiding, you can ask me anything without worry, my love.” He cups your cheek. “Which do you prefer?” He asks, his voice coated in velvet. You blush even deeper and look back at the couch quickly. He raises an eyebrow and repeats the question. You don’t answer, way too embarrassed. He waits a few beats before continuing “Would it help if I told you my favorite?” He whispers against your mouth.

You nod rubbing your nose against his. His pupils flutter as he leans forward and bites your ear gently. “Daddy.” He growls. His voice has a that sultry gravel that he only gets when he’s about to fuck you until you can’t walk. You moan and grind against nothing. He takes that as a sign and grabs you so you’re straddling him.

“You’re so hot when you’re too embarrassed to talk. You talk to people for a living, doll.” He nuzzles and kisses your neck as a blush covers your chest and cheeks. “But when you’re here…with me. You can barely put two words together.” You reach your hand down and palm him through his jeans, his breath quickens and he groans.

“Bed?” You whimper. He nods and follows you up the stairs to your room. Stripping along the way, once you get to the room you’re both completely naked. He pushes you against the door, he puts his thigh between your legs for you to grind against. You moan and whisper “Please…daddy,”

“Yes?” He says as if you aren’t coming undone on his leg.

“Please fuck me, god I need you.”

“As you wish.” He says and tosses you on the bed before he kneels in front of your glistening pussy. He gently runs his tongue up the entirety of your cunt. He toys with your clit making you squirm and beg for more. Quick flicks and slow licks, you love how he takes his time and savors every gasp and whine. He slowly puts two long, thick fingers inside, you groan and roll your hips. He plays your body perfectly massaging your g spot and clit with his thumb. All the while taking each of your hands and cuffing them to the bed. He brings you so close with rhythmic, well practiced precision before rapidly pulling his fingers out of you.

“Nope not yet,” he stands up, licking his fingers and smirking. “I am quite proud of you.” He opens a box with a ribbon on it and pulls out a big pink…something. He’s far away but all questions resolve when you hear the vibrations. He turns around delicately playing with the shaking, not so delicate object in his hands as he continues.

“I’m sure that question was burning in your brain for a while, wasn’t it.” You nod. “I can’t hear you, my sweet thing.” He says in a gentle sing-songy voice (think moriarty) as he walks slowly toward you.

“Way too long.” You whimper, already a desperate mess.

“I can hear you pacing, in the elevator at work…” He steps closer and massages the rumbling toy in his hand.

“You mumble under your breath, rehearsing it in the tub, the car…maybe even our last few times.” You instantly blush so deeply. “Hmm that looks like a yes.” You go to cover your eyes but you're stopped by the cuffs.

“Was daddy your favorite too?” You nod frantically with needy groans. Watching his hands get closer to your cunt, he stops and turns the vibratior off.

“Why?” You whine.

“There’s your beautiful voice!” He exclaims. “When I ask you questions,” he runs his fingers gently up from your legs, across your stomach, between your tits and up your neck, placing it finally and firmly to the side of your head to balance himself steadily above you.

“It’s because I want to hear your answers, doll.” He leans in and rests just above your lips, you feel his breath on your lips. “So I ask again, what was your favorite one?” He whispers, the faint minty and familiar feeling of him talking into your mouth washes over you. You smile under his lips and gather all of the brat and (something)) energy you’ve pent up, sass laced tongue and with direct eye contact.

“Daddy.” The smugness falls from your face when you hear the vibratior turn on. A dark and twisted semi sadistic smile covers his face. He breathes in the moment time feels stopped while he looks you over. Light perspiration and pleading eyes, he loves teasing and gentle mind games with his desperate little plaything.

“Mmm, that's my girl.” His voice runs across gravel as he pins the toy to your clit. You cry out and immediately hold your breath to silence yourself. “Breathe baby!” You gasp and when you catch your breath you muffle yourself again and groan under your voice.

“For the love of,” he pulls the toy away and you whine. He taps your clit with the device making a rhythm of whines and groans spill from you. He goes on too long just teasing and taunting…edging you. He hasn’t edged you in so long.

“Oh god yes please, more daddy please please!!”

“Yes, beautiful sweetheart,” he whispers and bites your ear lobe, continuing his tormenting of your clit. You moan and pant heavily, after one deep breath and turning the vibrator to its max setting, you’re so so close, teetering on the edge until he groans against your ear. “Cum for me, my sweet girl.” Your brain snaps and you cum loudly with your nails digging into his skin a little of his blood runs under your nails. You nearly wail as the first orgasam of a very long night rips through your body.

[katyawriteswhump]

Alpha watching (and how not to do it)

For @steddie-spooktober prompts, picnic fog (+ halfway to halloween) and @steddiebingo prompt, ‘voyeurism.’

Rating: M; WC: 2683; Tags: O!Steve, A!Eddie, voyeurism, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, snuggles, fluff, mentions of nudity and sexual content, slightly under negotiated kink, light D/s undertones. Summary: O!Steve loves to secretly watch. A!Eddie loves being watched and is ready to take good care of his little audience of one. I realized I hadn’t written any of the kink prompts on my steddiebingo card so I figured I better get going! Read on Ao3

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It was late Wednesday afternoon.

For Steve, that meant heading down to the lake—not Lover’s Lake, one of the smaller, hidden ones. The one where Eddie Munson and his band hung out, enjoying a lazy picnic with beer and pretzels.

Steve, of course, wasn’t invited. Nope, he’d lurk in a freakin’ bush, like the tragic Omega perv he’d become, and watch them.

Through his dad’s clunky old binoculars.

The first time it’d happened by accident—he’d been taking Will Byers bird watching, okay? It was totally innocent. Trouble was, once they’d spotted Eddie and his friends, Steve couldn’t look away.

How was he supposed to not stare at Eddie Munson sitting cross-legged, shirtless and shameless, smoking a joint? With all those sizzling hot tats plastering his criminally lickable torso?

“Shut your mouth before you swallow a bug, Steve,” said Will, softly. “Why don’t we go say hi? They come here every week, and Eddie’s cool.”

“No way,” said Steve, and they’d left then, before they’d been spotted in return. He had to get the kid home.

He moved birding to Tuesdays. Wednesday became Steve’s ‘creepy stalker’ day, which he wasn’t exactly proud of. On the other hand, he needed another hit of Eddie, and he’d literally no clue how to actually start a conversation with the guy:

Hey there, Munson. I’m the douchebag whose former friends used to bully the crap out of your friends. Had a low-key crush on you since fifth grade, and now I spend my entire life dreaming about you jumping my Omega bones.

Yeah, I used to blurt these things out to the objects of my affection, no sweat, and facepalm about it later.

Thing is, I don’t hang out with anyone my own age anymore, apart from Robin at work, and… You’re different, okay?

For the past six Wednesdays, Steve had crouched in a prickly bush, torturing himself with longing and a growing tinge of self-loathing. He shouldn’t be here. But, oh God, he loved watching Eddie—who was so revved up and alive, so commanding, so Alpha. He loved how Eddie’s friends took all their cues from him, laughed when he laughed, fell deadly silent when he as much as whispered for their attention.

And when Eddie brought out his acoustic guitar and strummed, sweet and mellow, Steve would sigh his heart out and die a little inside.

If Eddie happened to glance roughly his way, he’d die ten times over. He’d literally stop breathing, blood jamming up. When the Alpha’s attention wandered on, he’d feel empty, a little dirty.

What would happen if Eddie caught him, spying on him and his friends?

Dammit, some weird, messed-up part of him was desperate to find out. That fear that trickled down his spine when he thought about Eddie catching him… punishing him, even?

It was fear, for sure.

It was also, somehow, delicious as warm maple-syrup. Especially when he daydreamed that angry Eddie might fuck him anyway, all mean and a bit rough. Then kiss away his tears and snuggle him till he wept fresh and happy ones.

It was nearly May now, and the nights were getting warmer.

So here he was—scrambling up a tree, those binoculars swinging by their strap around his neck. He shimmied along a branch, under the cover of spring foliage, all to get the best view possible of Eddie and his dudes swimming.

Eddie hadn’t bothered to bring his swim trunks.

Eddie and co were splashing and yelling, generally fooling around. Steve was getting squirmy and decidedly damp between his legs. He even indulged a little side fantasy about Corroded Coffin banging him all at once—would his ‘freaky’ Omega biology accommodate that?

Then he forgot Gareth and the others even existed.

Eddie strolled out of the lake, butt naked, brazen, his Alpha dick bobbing before him.

Steve twiddled with the focus on the binoculars. Wow, that lake was cold! How big did Eddie get when he wasn’t freezing his balls off? Eddie wandered around, still laughing and joking, still freakin’ naked, scratching his pits.

Which should not be hot.

Eddie shaking his hair around like a soggy dog was equally agonizing.

Steve reached to adjust his wet chafing panties, wobbled on his branch, smothered a terrified wail. By the time he’d regained his balance, the band were drying themselves and dressing, gathering up their gear. They exchanged chummy pack hugs with Eddie, that made Steve hiss with jealousy, and wandered off.

Apart from Eddie.

He settled down, damp clothes clinging, idly strumming his guitar.

A little keening noise escaped Steve’s throat.

Eddie wasn’t leaving. The sun was beginning to dip, and Steve really, really needed to go home. One of his butt-cheeks had gone to sleep, and his thighs ached from gripping the branch. He raised his binoculars for a final peek, only to find the lens had misted up. Bummer.  Was he really breathing that heavily over wet-dog Eddie?

Turned out, he wasn’t.

A thick mist rolled across the lake. A few fleeting heartbeats later, Steve couldn’t see the bottom of his tree. His hyper-focussed, Eddie-obsessed senses scanned out, and he detected… Wolves? Bears? Rogue Alphas? Howls and blood-curdling shrieks?

To be fair, he couldn’t scent anything specific beyond marijuana, wild garlic, and the fading hints of Eddie and his gang. All he could hear was a hooting owl. No matter. Scary shit lurked in forests at twilight, shit that preyed on dumb little stray Omegas. He’d stayed way later than the last few weeks, and… Holy Shit!

He suddenly recalled tonight was half-o-ween! He wasn’t into that superstitious stuff, but… Ugh, Robin believed in it. As a rule, she was annoyingly right about most things.

He scrambled down the tree and fell the last bit, landing awkwardly with an actual squeal. He rubbed his ankle, which had taken the brunt of his fall and throbbed like a bitch. He managed to get up and limp on. He needed to get back to his bike, tho’ in the thick fog, he couldn’t find his path, let alone any landmarks.

He ended up groping forward, zombie-style, to prevent himself colliding with the trees. A minute or so later, he managed to stumble straight into the stupid lake.

He went under, flailed, then splashed up through the surface, gasping and choking. He’d gotten an arm tangled in the strap of the suddenly super-heavy binoculars, and he was panicking his soaked Omega butt off.

A hand emerged from the fog, grabbed the scruff of his collar, and dragged him onto the muddy bank.

Eddie’s hand. Eddie… Eddie!?!

Steve crumpled forward to hack up a lungful of yuck. Eddie scraped Steve’s hair from his face, patted and rubbed between his shoulder blades.

“It’s okay, little Omega.” Eddie carefully untangled him from that ton weight around his neck. “Gonna be okay. I gotcha.”

Steve slumped sideways into Eddie, who wrapped a towel around him, with a muttered apology about it being thin and damp. To Steve, Eddie’s hands alone felt better than the plushest towel his mom ever paid top dollar for.

“Sssssh, it’s okay,” cooed Eddie. “I gotcha. You’ll be okay.”

Steve was already okay. He was cold and shivery, still a little frightened, and growing more okay by the second. Eddie’s hand moved gently up his spine and threaded tenderly through his sopping hair. Eddie’s warmth, his oaky-smoky scent, seeped through Steve, enveloping him in a super-overwhelming hug, and even his shivers lost their bite.

Eddie dabbed him drier, soothing and cuddling him, while time lost meaning, and then…

“How you doing, Steve? Feeling better?”

How could he not be? His face was notched cosily beneath Eddie’s chin, and he was drugged by the heady scents of bittersweet woodsmoke and…. Oooooh, evening dew on freshly cut spring grass?

He answered, “Mmmmm.”

“Cool. Let’s get you somewhere warm.” Eddie draped his jean jacket around Steve, hooked both his hands under Steve’s shoulders and hauled them both to their feet. Steve whimpered at the loss of close-contact, and Eddie braced him a little tighter. “Not gonna faint on me? Do I need to carry you?”

“M’good.” He was a touch lightheaded, mind, and the idea of the Alpha carrying him wasn’t unappealing. Eddie brushed Steve’s chin up with his knuckles, and Steve gawked up into Eddie’s gorgeous brown eyes. They were warm and caring, tho’ that was definitely the hint of a smirk, and…

…Steve’s mushy Omega brain finally remembered the plot.

Shiiiiit!

Did Eddie know what he’d been doing out here? Had he guessed? Was it written all over Steve’s guilt-drenched face?

“Come on, you,” said Eddie, and he scooped Steve against his hip and started guiding him off through the mist.

“Thanks for helping me out of the lake,” said Steve, voice pitching incriminatingly high. “Yeah, I was out here, um, bird spotting. Would’ve been okay, ya know. I’m a pretty good swimmer and all, but yeah… grateful.”

“You’re welcome” said Eddie, with a delicious rub of Steve’s back. Then he stopped dead and twirled Steve to face him: “Let’s cut the crap, Sweetpea. Did you enjoy the show you actually came out to watch?”

It was amazing how someone as shivery as Steve could send that much hot blood to his cheeks.

“C’mon, don’t keep me waiting. Reviews make me edgy.” Eddie’s toothy grin was pure predator.

Oh God. It was over. Steve addressed his squelchy Nikes. “Yeah. Yeah, I enjoyed it.”

“Feels good to get that out in the open, huh?” Eddie squeezed him, so gentle, so very kind and reassuring.

Steve nodded. Tho’ he did feel slightly sick.

Eddie continued helping Steve back to his van, as supportive and tender as if Steve hadn’t been outed as the worst kind of peeping Tom. Steve, meanwhile, clung around Eddie’s midriff as tightly as his wobbly arms allowed.

Eddie ‘fessed up, too.

He had sensed Steve watching, pretty much since the start. He’d caught a whiff of Steve’s scent—through his blockers, like wtf? That said, Steve was all too aware he perfumed madly whenever he’d got Eddie in his sights.

“Why didn’t you just say hi?” Eddie pressed Steve into his van’s passenger seat, leaning to help Steve, who fumbled with his seatbelt. He flashed that toothy grin at point-blank range: “Am I really so terrifying?”

Steve bit his lip, swollen from agonised chewing. Eddie could be scary, all Alpha and commanding. He was also an earth-shatteringly good guy. Steve knew it, had seen it, had been told it by friends. He’d made excuses to himself and clung to his habit of lurking because… because…

That treacherous lower lip wobbled. “I couldn’t! I’d got in the habit of snooping, and I was scared, and it… it got kinda lonely, and part of me wanted you to find out, I… Oh God, don’t hate me!”

“Sssssshhh, it’s okay. I don’t hate you.” Eddie pressed Steve’s head to his chest and rocked him, in the most comforting cuddle yet. “You like to watch, Baby. That’s okay. You like to watch, and it screwed you up inside, because you figured you were being a sneaky little shit, and in the end, you wanted to get caught. It’s cool. It’s fine. It’s a game we can play, huh?” He brushed his thumb, featherlight, across Steve’s damp cheek. Then growled viciously and lifted Steve’s chin in a pinching grip. “The only thing you’re never gonna do again, Omega, is take stupid risks. Like I could leave with the others on Half-o-ween, deserting you to get home safe alone.”

He slammed the door and stomped around to the driver’s side.

“Thank you,” sniffled Steve, when Eddie slid in beside him and notched the heater onto full blast. “Thank you, and honestly, I’m sorry. I’m really grateful you stayed to look out for me.”

Eddie yanked the handbreak and winked. “Any time. Um… you got pondweed in your hair, Sweets.” As Steve frantically raked for it, Eddie reached to pluck it out. Then handed him a spotless handkerchief from the glove compartment to dry his eyes.

“My uncle Wayne never lets me go without.”

The journey home should’ve been dead awkward. It really wasn’t. They chit-chatted about school, work and mutual friends, and discovered they got along as easily as if they’d been hanging out for years.

When Eddie pulled up at the end of the Harringtons’ drive, he tested Steve’s binoculars then handed them back. “The lenses are fogged up with damp. You gonna get into trouble? Do I need to come in and tell your daddy it wasn’t your fault?”

“It kinda was my fault,” mumbled Steve, swallowing a lump from his throat. That Eddie cared enough to make sure his dad wasn’t gonna flay his ass meant a lot. “Honestly, they’re his old army ones or something. It’s no big deal.”

“Cool.” Eddie went around and opened Steve’s door, took his hand, and helped him out.

Then he plonked himself down in the spot Steve had vacated. He yanked Steve down onto his lap and clamped an arm around his chest.

“This is what’s going to happen.” Eddie’s mouth ghosting against Steve’s ear set his breaths shortening, his heart skipping a beat before going apeshit. “I gotta go back and collect the rest of my gear from the lake. You’re gonna go inside, and have a nice hot bath, and go to bed and get a decent night’s rest so you don’t get sick. I’ll pick you up tomorrow after work and we’ll have some fun. What d’ya say?”

Steve nodded madly: “Yes, yes. I’d like that, Eddie.”

“What did you call me?” A hand slammed on Steve’s upper thigh, squeezing brutally. At the same time, Steve grew acutely aware of the Alpha dick slabbed beneath his ass. And yes, a fresh wave of dampness oozed between his squirming thighs. “I’ve been real good to you tonight, Omega. I’ve taken care of you. I’ve watched over you for weeks while you played your twisted little game. You gonna show me some respect?”

“Yes. Sorry. I’d like that, Alpha, please. I’d like to have fun with you tomorrow.” He licked his lips, nervous in that oh-so-good way, wriggling and trembling because he simply couldn’t help himself. “Thank you again for caring for me, Alpha.”

“Okay, Sweetheart.” Eddie slavered his tongue up Steve’s throat. It was all Steve could do not to go limp and offer it up for a way-too-premature bite.

Then he was squeaking again, as Eddie pitched him back onto his decidedly unsteady feet. He’d no sooner regained his balance, than Eddie jumped up behind, loosely grabbed one of Steve’s wrists and swatted his rear.

“Ow!” Steve grabbed his stinging butt.

“Sweet dreams,” said Eddie, pulling Steve close again before adding, “They better be about me.”

“They always are, Alpha.” Steve smiled the truest smile he’d felt in an age. Telling the truth filled him with happy, fuzzy feelings that he was determined to earn.

Eddie’s hands came up around Steve’s face then. The kiss happened, delicious and slow, with plenty of tongue. It brought warmth to Steve’s heart and to some place deeper—that place that ached for Eddie, ached for more of the Alpha than tonight was gonna bring.

Eddie started Steve up the driveway with another sharp spank, which set Steve’s ass tingling as yummily as his lips.

“I’ll be here at six,” called Eddie, with a touch of to-die-for gruffness. “Dead on. You better be ready, Babe. I don’t like to wait.”

Even before he’d gotten his key in the front door, Steve knew he was going to do exactly what his Alpha told him to do that evening. His shoulders felt loose, his heart fizzy and light.

Eddie knew. And Eddie… returned his feelings. He even got Steve’s craziness. Steve would no longer have to cringe over how he’d passed his Wednesday afternoons. He might be able to claw back some self-respect.

Tomorrow, tho’?

Maybe he’d make his Alpha wait in the van until quarter past six and see what happened then.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

my steddie fic on AO3

[lyworth]

What better way to solve an argument?

Part 2 of dialogue tropes I love: "Make Me," is forever going to be a part of my heart, my soul, my psyche. Mix it into Ominis x MC and I'm weak at the knees.

[thehandmaidenofcreativity]

Sneaking Around With SKZ ✧ Part IV

Rating: Explicit/18+

WC: 4.7k

Comments: This a continuation of this anon requested fic. The reader ends her night peacefully with Chan. Come Monday, she gets to know a new side of Jisung.

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght / @chuuyaobsessed / @joyofbebbanburg / @skybluelixie

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Chan takes your hand and leads you back into the living room. The snacks have been replenished, the sequel to the movie is queued up on the screen. and the members have switched up their seats around the room. Unsurprisingly, Seungmin and Hyunjin are cozied up together, the former playing with the latter’s hair as he talks to Jeongin on his other side. With his top half partially laid on Seungmin, Hyunjin’s got his legs over Jisung’s lap and propped up on the arm of the couch. Jisung seems to be animatedly explaining a theory about the next film while Hyunjin and Minho, on the floor in front of them, nod along. He catches your eye and shoots you a wink without skipping a beat. 

As Chan brings you over to the loveseat, pulling you so that you’re sitting next to him with your legs over his, your mind stays on Jisung. He and Jeongin are the only ones you haven’t hooked up with yet. Based on how things have gone so far, you wonder if you should expect to experience them together. Your first and second encounters were clearly planned to involve two members at a time, but you think you would’ve had Changbin on his own if Felix hadn’t offered his room. It’s been incredibly fun and satisfying so far, so it’s hard to decide if you’d rather have another threesome or not. 

Chan has yet to let go of your hand, and his other hand gently massaging your thigh. There’ll be time to focus on the others later, so you turn your attention to him. “Have you seen this one?”

“Not yet! Have you?”

When you shake your head ‘no’ he launches into his own theories on what comes next while you wait for Changbin and Felix to come rejoin the party. This eventually leads to a heated argument between Seungmin and Minho as everyone gets involved in the predictions, effectively ending when Seungmin gets up and just starts the movie. 

Without a “mission” you settle in and actually pay attention this time. When Changbin joined you on the couch, you moved your legs so he could sit comfortably; so now you’re just tucked into Chan’s side, legs tucked up so that your knees rest against his thigh, and his arm slung around your shoulder. He kisses your head or brings your hand up to press it to his lips every now and then, but it doesn’t go beyond that. 

When the movie ends, Minho immediately starts gloating and taunting Seungmin, but after a minute Jeongin finally pipes up to admit that he and Minho watched the movie together a few weeks prior. Obviously this results in a ton more yelling, and you can’t help but get involved. You’re again struck by how easy it’s been to integrate yourself into this group of men that you really hadn’t even expected to like. 

Following agreeing to a penalty of cleaning up after movie night (as if this had been a bet or something rather than just talking before a movie) and assurances that no one has seen any others in the series, predictions for the third film begin. All the while, Chan has scooped you back into his lap, just holding you while you all talk. During that time, you text your mom to let her know you won’t be home tonight. 

When the third movie finishes, it becomes a debate about whether you might as well watch the fourth and final of the series tonight or if you should just pick it up in the morning. The night owls of the group think they have the most convincing argument considering you, as if it would be a hardship for you to come back for a third time this weekend, on a Sunday no less. It’s silly. But as a night owl yourself, and considering how lively the early birds still seem to be, you opt for not clueing the whole group into your plans yet.

You lean close to whisper in Chan’s ear. “Should I tell them all that I’m taking you up on your offer to spend the night?”

Sweet leader that he is, Chan looks conflicted. “Would you rather watch now or tomorrow?” 

“I mean it’s not that late.” You glance at your phone to actually check the time. It’s really not that bad.

“Then let’s pretend you haven’t decided yet.” Chan grins conspiratorially.

This time you speak to the group. “Can’t we watch tonight? That way I can definitely see it with you?”

There’s a couple sighs, but it’s decided. You get a mix of high fives, thumbs ups, and kisses from the night owls depending on their proximities to you. This round of predictions is much shorter. When the movie ends, those who’d wanted to go to bed have no issue staying up for the next 45 minutes talking about the film then other things. Finally you all decide to call it a night. 

You’ve been attached to Chan since you left Felix’s room, and figure you might as well stay that way for the rest of the night. You give each of the Cuties a hug and kiss goodnight before heading back to the 3Retcha dorm with him. You can’t help but let your kiss with Seungmin linger a bit longer than the others. With Felix the hug is extended while he whispers in your ear about how much he enjoyed his time with you tonight and you feel a rush of heat to your cheeks. Minho, of course, doesn’t give you the chance to linger one way or the other, popping you on the butt and pushing you off to Jeongin. You feel weirdly shy with him, so with a quick peck on the cheek, you’re on your way, trailing behind Chan with your hand in his again. 

Back at the other dorm, you all sit around the living room a bit longer chatting while everyone goes to do parts of their night routines in turn. Chan actually leaves the dorm for a bit, causing you to reevaluate your sleep plan. Your goodnight to Changbin is much like your goodbye to Felix with a few more kisses. You sit in his lap while the other two are in other rooms. He only chastises you a little for riling him up so much in front of the others. 

When Hyunjin returns with a bottle of water for you, Changbin plants a kiss on your forehead and says he’s out for the night. Hyunjin switches things up, plopping down into your lap. You wrap your arms around his waist as he laughs. “I can’t believe Seungminnie’s plan actually worked.”

You laugh. “I think you’re the one who got us there, though. What did you whisper to him?”

Hyunjin gives you a sly smile and boops you on the nose. “That’s a secret.”

You both jump a little when you suddenly hear Jisung say, “Secrets secrets are no fun, Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at him, and they start bickering. It’s cute. In the meantime, Chan has returned, but he heads straight towards the bedrooms. Since he was the one to offer to let you spend the night, you assumed you’d stay with him, but maybe not. Should I ask Hyunjin if I can sleep in his bed tonight? 

Just as you’re about to ask, a freshly showered Seungmin sweeps through the door. He plants a kiss on the top of your head while he pats Jisung on his. He makes his way toward Hyunjin’s room, hand extended behind him. “Let’s go, Jinnie, I’m tired.”

Hyunjin pops off your lap and nearly skips to catch up, grabbing Seungmin’s hand and blowing a kiss back over his shoulder. “Night!”

“They’re so cute, right?” Jisung sounds a little sarcastic, but the smile on his face as he watches them go is genuine.

“They really are.” You take the moment to study Jisung. His smile is so nice. His lips are pouty and look soft. You realize you haven’t really gotten to kiss him yet. Before you can follow that thought too far, Chan reappears, looking a little shy. 

“Night, Sung.” He holds out a hand to you. “Follow me?”

You lean over to kiss Jisung on the cheek, then place your hand in Chan’s and let him pull you off the couch. He brings you to the bathroom he shares with Changbin, immediately picking up a brand new toothbrush from the sink to offer to you. Now it makes sense that he’d left while you all were talking. How thoughtful. As you take in the space, you realize that it’s more than that. A bubble bath is standing by, and when you look back to Chan, he’s looking at his feet, a blush coloring his cheeks and ears. 

“I thought you might appreciate a soak after today.” He meets your eyes with a shy smile. “I’ve always found baths relaxing, though I don’t actually take them much.”

“You’re so sweet, Chan.” You pull him close. “Does that mean you’re getting in with me?”

As you pull back to look at him, you see his ears have gone from pink to red. “Uh, if you want me to? I, yeah. I, uh, I’d love to.”

It’s crazy that this man who was so assertive and in control this morning seems so unsure of himself, especially considering how wonderful he’s being. “You sure? You don’t have to.”

“No, I do want to. I just wasn’t sure if you’d want me to.”

“Of course I do.” You give him your best smile and start pulling the hem of his shirt up. His smile matches as he takes over and pulls it over his head.

You both undress and he gets in first before helping you in. You settle between his legs, turning back for a nice, slow kiss. Chan wraps his arms around you for a beat before letting his hands wander, caressing your arms, stomach, chest, everywhere he can reach. After a few minutes, he encourages you to face forward while he brings his hands up to your shoulders. As he massages, you realize this is the second time you’ve bathed with Chan today. He has such a calming presence; you feel inexplicably comfortable with him. You’ve loved the adventurous experiences you’ve had so far with these men, but you’re starting to treasure the sweet, soft moments with them as well. 

After your bath, and subsequent shower, Chan leaves you to finish your nighttime routine to the best of your ability - using his hair brush and products along with the toothbrush he’d bought for you. When you head into Chan’s room, you’re confused as you nearly walk into each other, as Chan is trying to leave with a pillow and blanket. 

“Where are you going?” With the way he squeezes them a bit tighter to his chest, you can tell he’s feeling a little embarrassed. 

“Oh, you know,” Chan’s ears are burning red as he smiles at the ground. “Just heading out to the couch. I, uh, left a water bottle by the bed for you. Is there anything else you need before I go?” 

You remember that he offered to give up his bed when he asked if you’d want to spend the night, but you didn’t think he’d seriously think you’d want that. Especially after you’d just taken a bubble bath together. You put a hand on his shoulder. “That’s very nice of you, Chan, but I was kind of hoping for a cuddle buddy. Plus, I really don’t want to kick you out of your bed. If you’re uncomfortable sleeping with me, I could go ask Chang-” 

“No, no.” Chan cuts in. “I’d love to share the bed with you. I just didn’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.” You pull him back over to the bed, and when he puts his stuff down, you realize he’s dressed only in his boxers. You’re not even a little subtle as you check out his very impressive physique. His blush spreads up his chest to his cheeks and ears again. “Sorry, I should put some clothes on.” 

Chan starts for his dresser, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. “You shouldn’t. At least, not on my account.” 

You see that he’d left a shirt and shorts for you on the bed, but you simply toss your towel over the back of his desk chair. “I don’t usually like to sleep with clothes on, if I can help it.” 

It’s crazy how shy this man is considering that just this morning he’d been so assertive and in control. For a second, you wonder if the move was too aggressive and now you were making him uncomfortable.

“Yeah, alright.” He basically squeaks out. Adorable. “If you’re sure you’re good like this.” You smile and slide into the bed, pulling him to join you. After a moment’s hesitation, he slips his boxers off. You settle with him on his back, your head on his chest with your leg thrown over his. When you tilt your head up with a smile to say goodnight, he meets you with one of his own before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. At first you worry that it’ll take a while to fall asleep, but the day must catch up to you and you drift off within the minute.

-

When you wake, it’s clear you’ve shifted in your sleep. You’re on your side now, Chan’s muscular arm draped over your middle. You turn back to look at him; he looks so peaceful in his sleep. You wouldn’t mind staying like this all day, but you’d also much rather be minty fresh when he wakes up. You grab the shirt Chan had originally gotten out for you to sleep in and slip out the door.

On your way back from the bathroom, you see Jisung making his way back to his own room. He shoots you a smile and beckons for you to come over. 

“Sleep well?” He wraps an arm around your waist, turning and leading you into the kitchen.

“Very.” You watch as he grabs ice, filling two cups to the brims before approaching the nearly full pot of coffee. “How about you?”

You catch him grimacing as he turns his back to you to pour the coffee. “I got to sleep okay, but woke up early and haven’t been able to get back to it. So I gave up and made coffee.”

Now that he’s said so, you can see it in his face when he turns back to face you again. He looks beat. Rather than setting a cup in front of you, he jerks his head toward the living room. He puts the drinks on the coffee table, grabs the remote, and flops back onto the couch. You consider his arm stretched over the back of the couch and sit directly beside him, tucking your legs up so that your knees rest on his thigh. His arm comes down to rest around your shoulders; he gestures to the tv. “Music or a show?” 

“Hmm.” You wonder what could help him to relax most. “You were talking about how much you like Studio Ghibli yesterday; can you put on your favorite movie?”

Jisung gives you a ray of sunshine in the form of a smile. He queues it up, telling you about what makes it his favorite. After you sit up for a sip of coffee, you ask to reposition, to lay down to watch. Han is spooning you, his head resting against yours. He runs his hand down your side before wrapping his arm around to hold your hand close to yours close to your chest. He presses a couple kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder, but doesn’t try to do anything beyond that.

You ask him questions every now and then, even though you’ve already seen the film. With each answer, his voice sounds closer and closer to sleep. When the movie is about three quarters of the way through, you can tell by his steady breathing that he’s fallen asleep. You finally let yourself start to drift off as well, hoping you’ll both be able to get in at least a couple more hours. 

When you do wake, you notice that Jisung has rolled back toward the couch, making it easy enough to slip off the couch without disturbing him. You barely try to resist the urge to kiss his forehead before tip toe back to Chan’s room. He’s sitting at his desk, headphones on. You tap his arm lightly, and he turns with a slight start. 

He hits a couple buttons and slides the headphones off. “Hey, you’re up. Did you sleep okay? I hope I didn’t make you feel like you needed to move to the couch.”

“Oh, I slept just fine in here.” You want to assure him, especially when you think of how he seemed nervous to make you uncomfortable the night before. “I just ran into Jisung on my way back from the bathroom. He’d been having trouble sleeping, and I figured a movie and cuddling might help him relax.”

“Looks like you were right.” Chan’s smile is nearly as blinding as Jisung’s. “You guys looked so cute out there. I’m sure he really appreciated you helping him out. We all struggle a bit with sleep in this dorm.”

“I hope he does.” You chuckle a little along with him. You move to grab your clothes from yesterday. “He’s still sleeping out there. I’d wait to talk to him, but I probably should head home. We have dinner with my uncle tonight and I’m sure my mom wants me to help prepare everything.”

“Oh, I hope that’ll be fun. If you give me a few minutes, I’ll walk you home.”

“Sounds good. And take your time.” You pull a small touch up kit out of your bag. “It’ll take me a few minutes to cover these hickies.”

Chan blushes. “Sorry about that.”

You push at his shoulder playfully. “You don’t need to apologize; yours are hidden. Plus, even if it’s a pain, I liked getting them.” 

You’re sure you wear a matching blush with that, and you head to the bathroom. The walk home is great. Like last night, you’re struck by how easy it is to spend time with Chan, and the rest of the group. You figured after last night that you’d at least mostly be compatible sexually, but it goes beyond that. They’re all so genuine and easy to be around.

-

That night, you get a message from an unknown number. It seems to be from Jisung, thanking her for helping him that morning. You change a few messages back and forth, after confirming with Chan that it is in fact Jisung messaging you (can’t be too careful). The conversation is innocuous enough, so when you get a voice note, you raise your brow.

You hit play. “You know, I was a little disappointed that we didn’t end up having any alone time last night. But I hear you follow orders well.”

Another comes in. “You wanna try following my orders, jagiya?”

You would be embarrassed at the size of your smile if anyone were around to see it. You immediately type out a ‘yes, please.’

You can almost hear the smile in his voice in his next voice note. “I need to hear you say it.”

You decide to take it up a notch. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” A shot of anticipation goes through you when you listen to his next message. “Let’s start with something simple. Wear a dress tomorrow, and only a dress. Nothing underneath it.”

You shiver at the thought. You do have one that’s professional enough but also holds you up well enough that you should be able to get away with not wearing a bra. So you send him another “yes sir.”

-

The next day starts like any other, almost as if you didn’t spend the majority of the weekend getting railed by most of the men sitting around preparing to record. When you arrived, Han handed you a coffee with a raised eyebrow, eyeing your dress. You give him a small nod, earning a cocky smirk. A few minutes later, you feel the buzz of your phone and a message simply reading ‘good girl.’

Nearly halfway through the day, you get a text to meet Jisung in the studio during lunch. When the time comes, you arrive to an empty room. On the couch sits a piece of paper, an eye mask, and a set of headphones. The note reads: Put these on. Make sure the headphones’ noise canceling function is on. Sit still and wait for me. HJ

You follow the directions and try not to get too antsy. You can’t decide if you’re more nervous or excited. What if someone else comes in and finds me like this? He’d make sure that wouldn’t happen, right? You shift, tucking your fingers under your thighs.

Suddenly, you feel hands run up your thighs. You gasp in a breath and resist the urge to tear off your blindfold. Jisung’s hands bunch your dress up as far as it can go before shifting his hands between your thighs and gently pushing them apart. Like this, you know he can see that you did as he asked - there are no panties there to block his view of you. He pulls his hands away. 

For a moment, his thumb rests against your bottom lip, dragging it down before it’s gone as well. You feel your pulse hammering. Not being able to see or hear him has you on edge in the best way. You have no idea what he’s going to do next. 

After a minute, you wonder if he’s left you alone again. You shift, pulling your hands from under your legs and start fiddling with your ring. Jisung grips your wrists almost immediately; he positions them so that you are reaching behind you, holding onto the back of the couch. He lets his hands drift down the back of your arms to cupping and squeezing your breasts through your dress. His fingers leave a trail of fire in their wake, his every touch searing into you. 

Soon Jisung’s hands continue their path down your body, and he’s pulling your hips forward so that you’re perched on the end of your seat. He takes hold of each of your legs, positioning them so that you’re spread open and waiting for him. You feel his weight sink into the cushion next to you before dropping a kiss on your lips. His hair tickles your face as he dips down to lip up the side of your neck. Then he’s gone again.

It can’t be more than 30 seconds before he touches you again, but the anticipation makes it feel like forever. You jump when fingers begin spreading your lips and don’t have time to collect yourself before he drags his flattened tongue through your folds. After hearing him rap and sing, you know how talented Jisung is with his mouth, but this is a whole other level. He licks, laves, and sucks expertly, drawing a slew of soft sounds from your lips. 

“Fuck,” you groan out, hoping you don’t sound as desperate as you feel. You itch to touch him, but you’re sure he’ll stop if you move without permission. Still, you can’t help but grind your hips up with your next moan, chasing that friction. In the next second, Jisung is pulling away with a light slap to your thigh. You whimper, not because it hurts, but because you’d been hurtling toward your peak which came to an abrupt halt. 

Jisung adds insult to injury when hands on your knees bring your legs back together. You pout and catch the tail end of his laugh as he removes the headphones from your ears. “Don’t worry, baby. You were so good; I’m gonna take care of you now.”

“Please,” you whisper. You pull your bottom teeth between your lips but realize you forgot something. Not wanting him to change his mind, you tack on “sir.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s get you into a better position.” He takes your hands and pulls you off the couch. He leads you around to the arm of the couch and gently pushes you so that you end up leaned over it. You can hear the sound of a condom opening and are surprised at the jolt of disappointment that goes through you. It makes more sense to use one in this setting, but you can’t help but think about how there’s been nothing between you and any of the other members; you don’t want things to be different with Jisung, not in this way. 

You’re startled out of your thoughts when a hand lands on your ass with a resounding smack. You let out a little ‘ah,’ and he rubs over the spot soothingly. “That wasn’t too much for you, was it, baby?”

You shake your head before he even finishes the question. “No, sir. I liked it.”

“Good girl. Now I kinda wish you’d misbehaved so I could punish you.”

You wiggle your ass back and forth a little. “Maybe I will next time, but right now I need you inside me, please… sir. Please sir.”

With a quick slap to the other cheek, Jisung kicks your legs further apart and lines his tip up with your entrance. Between his earlier teasing and the lube on the condom, the slide is easy, and good thing - he starts slow but once he feels the lack of resistance, he thrusts in to the hilt. You moan in tandem. 

His hands are on your hips in a punishing grip as he pumps into you, lifting your hips to meet each of his thrusts. He works a steady rhythm, murmuring praise and curses alike. The angle is driving you wild, he’s hitting you in just the right spot. You clutch at the cushion above you, mouth open and panting, just taking what he’s giving you. You drift higher and higher, your moans blending together until they seem to be one drawn out expression of pleasure. 

“That’s right, baby.” Jisung ups his pace, and you feel one of his hands leave your hip to grab onto your hair; he pulls, causing your body to arch, and you almost can’t take anymore. When you manage to get his name out between moans, he finally relents. “Come for me, baby. Show me how good you look falling apart on my cock.”

His permission is like unlocking a door. You cry out, his name on your lips, tightening and trembling as he pounds into you. Not long after, he falls over the edge himself, slumping over your back. Once you both come back to yourselves, he pulls out. After disposing of the condom, he shimmies your dress back down into place and helps you into a standing position. He finally removes your blindfold and the sight of him sated with that cocky grin on his face, you nearly swoon. He’s so hot. 

Jisung sits you both on the couch, his thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of your wrist. He kisses you softly. Finally, you can touch him without restriction. You wrap your arms around his neck and slide your legs across his lap at his urging. He keeps one arm around your waist and a hand on your upper thigh. Despite all that just happened, this moment feels more intimate.

Jisung pulls back, but just barely, keeping his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. His voice is just above a whisper. “I hope that was good for you.”

“More than good, Sungie.” You beam at him then giggle. “I wish it wasn’t the middle of the day so we could do it again.”

He laughs. “I guess next weekend I’ll have to claim you early on so we can spend plenty of time together. For now, we have a little time left; wanna go grab some lunch?”

He makes sure everything in the room is cleaned up and in order, making sure all evidence of your time together is tucked away in his backpack before you head to the cafeteria.

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To be continued...

[plaguechyld]

I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU!!!

Gently fucking kagaya to sleep bc he's been so stressed lately :((( He's trying so hard to stay awake but he's just too sleepy and and comfortable.

OMG YESYESYEYSYEYSYESSS AHHH ❤️❤️

This poor man is so stressed, always visiting the graves of the dead slayers. :(( His body just can’t take the long walks but that doesn’t stop him from trying, but when he heard that Kyojuro died he was just so upset even if he wouldn’t show it. :(( He really wants to stay up all night again memorizing his dead slayers names but his body is just so weak and tired from all the stress. :((( So it’s up to his dear partner to fuck him to sleep, but make sure to be gentle with him, he can’t take it if you’re rough and/or mean. :(

Contains: 18+ content, soft sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Kagaya, Reader being a gentle dom, cute fluffy sex

Kagaya’s hand shakes as he reaches it up and gently pinches the bridge of his nose, tiredness fogged his mind and it made him hard to listen to you reading out the seemingly never ending list of deceased slayers.

He was so determined to not let his weariness get the best of him. In his mind he needed to memorize his fallen comrades, if he didn’t know their names then who would?

“Dear, could you repeat the name you said… I didn’t quite get it. I’m sorry..” Kagaya says quietly, his voice is sleepy and his blind eyes are half lidded. You can’t help but feel concerned for your husband, and also admire him. He showed so much effort despite his ailing state, never once stopping despite his sickness. You sigh softly and rest your hand over Kagaya’s slightly shaky one and rub the back of his hand with your thumb. Gently, you ease him out of his chair wordlessly, helping him up and having him lay down on your shared bed. He looks up at you with his sightless eyes, a calmly confused look on his face.

“Y/n, why have you.. laid me down? I need to memorize more names…” He says softly. Kagaya is surprised when he’s met by your gentle hand rubbing his cheek, though he leans into the touch. His cheeks redden slightly when he feels you ease your way on top of him.

“Y/n…” He starts, however you cut him over with a finger being placed on his lips. “You need to rest, you’re working too hard, my dear.” You say to him in that gentle voice he loves oh so much. He was about to protest when he feels your soft lips on his neck, making him suck in a soft gasp. Almost instinctively, he spreads his legs, blush coating his cheeks even more now. You smile softly at him and even though he can’t see it, he can feel it.

“But dear..” He’s interrupted by a yawn coming from him as he holds onto you. “I.. I need to.” You make a sound in disagreement and no matter how much Kagaya want’s to continue, he knows he can’t without you reading the names out. He squeaks softly when he feels you push his legs up, making his thighs rest beside his head. He knows what’s coming and while he isn’t truly against it, he still wants to keep going. However you don’t let him get a word in because when he opens his mouth to speak, he’s met with a warm tongue. You let his legs fall back against the bed, knowing he couldn’t take that position for long. It was more of a non verbal cue to let him know what you were going to do.

He let out a soft and content sigh when he felt your hands gently caressing his body while undoing his robe. You continue your deep kiss with the man you love most for a while longer, only pulling away when you had managed to completely strip him of all his clothes. He blushed softly, knowing his body was exposed and vulnerable to you. You leaned in and started placing soft and gentle kisses on his neck, making different patterns that mainly consist of hearts. Your hands rub his chest for a bit before you pinch his nipples with care and gentleness. The action elicited a soft moan from the ravenette.

You moved your mouth down, trailing more kisses along the way. Eventually you reached one of his nipples. You take the soft skin in your mouth, playing with the sensitive bud and making Kagaya’s back arch slightly in surprise. He tugged softly at your kimono, too shy to say anything. With a soft chuckle you pull him into another deep kiss while pushing his legs apart.

He felt your fingers slowly push into his hole, making him let out a muffled whimper into your mouth. You savor the sound as it’s not often the two of you indulge in sexual activity, Kagaya often deciding he is too busy. However tonight was one of those nights.

You gently stretch his hole, pressing your fingers against his prostate. Kagaya lets out a soft whimper, his hands moving to hold onto your back. His legs shake slightly, he was always weaker when it came to times like this.

Your fingers draw out moans and whimpers as Kagaya presses himself down on them, trying to fuck himself on your fingers weakly. He let out a soft whine when you pull your fingers from his loosened hole, his mind was too fuzzy to realize you had finished prepping him and were preparing to actually fuck him. He cries out softly when he feels your tip pushing into him and he holds onto you tighter, trying to bury his face in your neck. Soon enough you completely sheath yourself in him, his walls squeeze you tightly as he lets out a moan.

Kagaya’s eyes drift closed no matter how hard he tried to fight his urge to sleep. He let out soft moans and whimpers with every gentle thrust of your hips. He just couldn’t help it, he feels so comfortable and good in your arms. He held weakly onto you still, but his grip was loose.

“Y-y/n…” He whimpered out in a warning, signaling that he was close. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and roll your hips faster, causing him to let out a louder and longer moan. He just couldn’t help himself, he feels so warm and full and his body needed sleep so desperately. He lets out a soft cry when gets close to orgasming. He’s so so close and he shakily reaches for your face. Naturally you comply and kiss him deeply as ropes of white pearlescent cum shoots from his dick. The stimulation and intense feelings are too much for Kagaya and sleep tugs him away, causing him to pass out in your arms. You smile gently at him and place a final kiss on his forehead before retreating to retrieve a rag to clean your husband with.

[pinkertinn]

hi im actually obsessed with don't leave baby eagle on read

would you ever write soemthing like that (like Ashley teasing him dynamic) where theyre messing around under a tablecloth somewhere? like handjob w gentle teasing and maybe praise?

Anon!!! Anon, say less. Teasing Leon? In a public place? Under a tablecloth? Maybe praise?

Quick get this off my table right now. I'm obsessed. Also, big thanks for reading my work. Makes my day!

Title: Fashionably Late, But Always on Time

Summary: Leon arrives late to a formal dinner, only to be teased mercilessly by Ashley under the table as they try to keep up appearances.

Tags: Flirty Banter, Public Teasing, Hidden Desires, Light Dom/Sub Dynamics, Humorous Embarrassment, Power Play, Slow Burn Tension

WordCount: 3,500

Rating: 18+ MDNI

story under the cut.

She sat at the long table, the clink of silverware and the low hum of conversation surrounding her like a fog. The evening was supposed to be dignified—impressive, even—but all she felt was the slow burn of frustration creeping up her spine. It wasn't the people or the event itself; it was the fact that he wasn't there yet, and she'd been left to fend for herself against a wall of polite small talk. Her phone buzzed in her lap for the hundredth time that night.

On my way, I swear.

She bit her lip, hiding her smirk behind a sip of wine. You’re late, she shot back quickly, her thumb tapping out the message under the table.

A few seconds later: Traffic. You'll survive. What’s the damage?

Her eyes darted up to catch someone talking animatedly about diplomatic relations. She hadn’t been paying attention for a good twenty minutes now, but she nodded anyway, pretending to care. Her thumb hovered over the screen. You’re paying for this. Big time.

The response came almost immediately: Depends. How mad are you?

She couldn’t help the grin pulling at the corner of her mouth as she shifted in her seat. He always knew how to push her buttons, and somehow, it was annoying and comforting all at once. She leaned forward just slightly, letting her fingers slide over the screen with a slow precision.

Let’s just say I have some ideas on how you can make it up to me. They’re not exactly presidential.

She could almost hear the way he'd laugh at that, the way his voice would drop lower when he finally arrived, teasing, a mix of apology and amusement lingering in every word. A subtle thrill buzzed beneath her skin at the thought of it—him showing up at this stuffy event, his tie loosened like he just couldn't be bothered to care about the formalities, eyes searching for her in the crowd. He’d probably head straight for the bar first, like always.

Her phone buzzed again. You’re killing me. Almost there.

Good, she typed back quickly, because if you make me suffer through one more story about NATO, you’re not leaving my place until Monday. She paused, deleting the last part and rewriting it: And we both know you’ll never make it out of bed if that happens.

Her heart beat a little faster as she hit send, the words bold but charged with the weight of everything that wasn’t being directly said between them tonight. The back-and-forth had a rhythm to it, one they’d mastered ages ago—teasing, playful, but always teetering on the edge of something more, something they both knew would come later.

The room felt too hot, or maybe that was just her, thinking about how this night might end. She shifted in her seat again, smoothing her dress as though it would help her focus on anything other than the slow ache building in her stomach. He had a way of leaving her hanging, just long enough to make her miss him, just long enough to make her want to drag him back down to earth when he finally showed up.

A text blinked onto her screen: I’ve got plans for you, too. You sure you can wait that long?

Her breath hitched, cheeks warming under the pretense of politeness as she quickly glanced up. No one was paying attention to her; they were all still talking, still engrossed in their own conversations, completely unaware of the tension coiling in her chest. She took a slow, deep breath, typing with steady fingers.

Guess we’ll see how long you last once you get here.

The anticipation gnawed at her, that familiar mix of frustration and excitement pulling her thoughts in a direction that had nothing to do with the formal dinner in front of her. She hated him for it—how easily he could do this, how he made her feel like a teenager sneaking glances at her phone under the table. She'd spent the last hour pretending to be invested in conversations that bored her to tears, all while her mind kept wandering back to him. He always seemed to slip in under her skin, no matter where they were or what they were supposed to be doing.

A quick glance at the clock confirmed it—he was SO late. And she’d definitely make him pay for it.

Her phone buzzed once more: Five minutes. Hold that thought.

She bit her lip, locking her phone and slipping it back into her clutch. Five minutes. He’d better be worth the wait.

Exactly five minutes later the heavy wooden doors at the back of the room creaked open, she felt it before she saw him. A subtle shift in the energy, like a current had swept through the air, crackling with something undeniably him. She didn't even need to look; she just knew. He always carried that kind of presence—an unspoken, irresistible pull that seemed to stop time for just a second.

He entered the room with effortless grace, his suit impeccably tailored, tie just loose enough to match the way she'd pictured him. His hair, slightly tousled as if he'd run his fingers through it in frustration during the drive, added an unpolished, rugged edge to his usual sharpness. It made him look more… raw. The casual way his fingers brushed the doorframe in a fleeting acknowledgment sent a flutter of anticipation through her. He never quite belonged at these formal events, but somehow, he always managed to make it work—damn well, too.

Her gaze flicked up, just for a moment. He was scanning the room, eyes sharp but relaxed, looking for her like she was the only person here that mattered. And when their eyes finally met, a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, his expression softening in that way that made her heart pound a little harder than she’d care to admit. He could be all business when he needed to be—charming the crowd, shaking hands with a firm grip, his posture straight and serious—but right now, his focus was locked on her.

He made his way over, stopping to exchange pleasantries, the occasional handshake, a nod to some official who probably expected him to be more engaged. But all the while, his gaze would flick back to her, lingering like a private joke shared between them across the room. The closer he got, the harder it became to keep her composure, her pulse quickening as he finally closed the distance.

"Sorry I’m late," he murmured, sliding into the seat next to her, his voice low enough that only she could hear. It was that voice—the one he used when they were alone, intimate in a way that made her want to forget they were surrounded by high-ranking officials and polished silverware. "Traffic was hell."

She didn’t look at him right away, though she could feel the warmth of him so close now, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the clean, subtle musk that was just him. Instead, she leaned slightly closer, enough that her bare arm brushed against the sleeve of his jacket, her lips barely curving as she whispered, "You’re going to regret making me wait."

He chuckled softly under his breath, a sound that sent a ripple of heat straight through her. "I’ve been regretting it since I walked through the door."

She barely had time to smirk in response before she reached up to her ear, fingers brushing over her earring as if adjusting it. Then, with a deliberate tilt of her head, she let it drop, the small piece of jewelry landing softly on the carpet under the table. She made a small, exaggerated sigh, leaning just a little closer to him.

"Oops," she whispered, her lips almost grazing the curve of his jaw before she leaned back, placing her hand on his thigh, pushing herself up slightly as she slipped out of her chair and ducked under the table.

He froze, the low conversation at the table above them seeming to blur into the background as she disappeared from view. She moved slowly, deliberately, taking her time as she reached for the earring that had “fallen,” her fingers grazing his ankle, then his shin. The proximity was dangerous, thrilling. He could feel the brush of her breath against his leg, her soft, teasing touch dragging higher, lingering near his knee.

Above, he cleared his throat, eyes darting around to make sure no one was paying attention. His body tensed under her touch, but his expression remained carefully composed. "You’re playing with fire," he muttered through clenched teeth, his hand gripping the edge of the table just a little tighter.

She didn’t respond, not with words anyway. Instead, she let her hand slide higher, nails grazing the fabric of his pants as she shifted under the table, taking her sweet time retrieving the earring. Her lips brushed the inside of his thigh, featherlight, sending a jolt through him that he barely managed to suppress. The anticipation of it all—the forbidden teasing in such a public setting—made the heat between them burn that much hotter.

Finally, she slipped back into her chair, the earring held daintily between her fingers as she shot him an innocent smile, like nothing had just happened. Her heart raced, adrenaline rushing through her veins, but she played it cool, setting the earring back in place with slow, deliberate movements.

"Got it," she whispered, her lips grazing just near his ear before she leaned back into her seat, though the warmth of her body still clung to him, an intoxicating reminder.

He exhaled, a little shakier than he intended, his fingers brushing her thigh beneath the table—a silent, fleeting promise that this wasn’t over. Not even close.

As if on cue, her fingers slipped back under the table, moving so casually it could’ve been mistaken for adjusting her napkin. The moment her hand made contact, he stiffened, a barely noticeable shift in his seat—except she noticed. She always did. Her fingers teased his thigh, just the faintest brush through the fabric of his pants, as if daring to see how far she could go without anyone around them suspecting.

"Relax," she breathed, lips barely moving, her eyes forward on the conversation around them as if nothing was amiss. The teasing glint in her gaze stayed fixed on the speakers at the table, but her attention was all on him, on the way he shifted under her touch. "You deserve a little distraction after keeping me waiting."

His breath caught in his throat as her hand inched higher, teasingly slow, tracing the firm muscles of his thigh with an almost affectionate familiarity. Every touch was deliberate, calculated, but still light enough to drive him insane with anticipation. Her thumb brushed up his inner leg, circling the sensitive area just above his knee, her hand resting there as if to remind him she was in control.

"You're lucky no one's looking under this table," she murmured under her breath, her voice low, barely above a whisper. Her fingers slid up again, grazing closer and closer to his growing hardness. She could feel the tension radiating off of him, the way his posture had stiffened, legs spread just a little wider to give her more room to work her mischief.

He shifted, turning his head slightly to glance at her, a mixture of warning and desperation in his eyes. "Don’t push it," he muttered, but his voice was strained, betraying how much he wanted her to keep going.

"Or what?" she teased, her lips curving into a smug smile. Her hand brushed over his bulge now, just enough pressure to make him twitch in response, his breath catching as she pressed her palm firmly against him, rubbing in slow, deliberate strokes. "You’re not exactly in a position to make demands right now."

He swallowed hard, jaw tightening, his hand gripping the edge of the table to keep himself grounded. She was relentless, fingers trailing lightly along the length of him through the fabric, tracing every inch as though she had all the time in the world. It was a dangerous game—one she was winning, and they both knew it.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice barely audible as her hand squeezed him, a little firmer this time. His reaction was instant—his hips shifted, pushing subtly into her hand as if he couldn’t help himself. The praise hit him hard, that mix of teasing and genuine affection that always got under his skin in ways he couldn’t explain.

She leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear as she kept stroking him under the table. "You like it when I take care of you like this, don’t you?" Her voice was soft, almost sweet, a complete contrast to the filthy things she was doing beneath the tablecloth.

His breath came out in short, shallow bursts, the need building inside him with every subtle stroke of her hand. He wanted to reach out, stop her, or at least make her slow down, but the way she kept praising him, teasing him—it was making it impossible to think straight.

"You’ve been so good since you got here," she continued, voice dropping lower, more intimate. "Sitting here, pretending like nothing’s happening… but we both know you’re losing it under that suit." Her fingers curled slightly, pressing harder against him, her movements quickening just enough to drive him to the edge of control. "I think you like it, being all buttoned up while I do this. Makes you feel dirty, doesn’t it?"

He let out a quiet groan, barely audible but enough to make her grin in satisfaction. She could feel how hard he was now, the tension burning off him as she worked him with slow, rhythmic strokes. The urge to tease him even more, to push him just a little further, was overwhelming.

"Keep it together," she whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe. "Think of it like a stealth mission. Don’t get us caught... unless that’s what you’re after?"

He sucked in a breath, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but her words were unraveling him, piece by piece. The gentle praise, the way her hand worked him over through his clothes—it was making it impossible to focus on anything other than the heat building between them.

Her fingers pressed harder, stroking him in steady, relentless movements, her thumb brushing over the head of his erection just enough to drive him insane. "You’re doing so good for me," she whispered, the words slipping out with an almost sultry affection. "Just stay quiet… and let me take care of you."

His breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his composure. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him—on the edge, teetering between control and the desperate need for release, all while they sat surrounded by dignitaries and officials, none the wiser.

"You’re gonna pay for this," he growled out through clenched teeth, his voice low, filled with barely restrained need.

She smirked, leaning in one last time to whisper, "I’m counting on it." Then, with a final squeeze, she pulled her hand away, leaving him on the brink of madness, breathless and aching under the table, longing for something more.

As he regained his composure, the conversation at the table shifted, the voices of the other guests mingling like background noise, just as one of the older officials—a stern-faced man in his sixties—turned to him.

“Kennedy,” the man said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “You’re cutting it a bit close tonight. Care to share what kept you? We were beginning to think you’d bailed on us.”

Leon’s face didn’t flinch; he’d been trained for this kind of thing—quick thinking, flawless execution. He straightened up in his seat, hands resting casually on the tablecloth, and offered a small, apologetic smile.

“Well, you know how it is," he began smoothly, his voice calm, not missing a beat. "Duty calls at the worst times, and traffic through D.C. isn’t exactly forgiving—especially when you’re coming from a briefing.” He met the man’s gaze, unflinching, the picture of professionalism.

But just as he delivered the perfect answer, he felt it—a sudden, deliberate squeeze against his thigh. Her hand had found its way back under the table, fingers pressing firmly, teasingly, right over the same spot she had been tormenting earlier. His body jolted involuntarily, and his breath caught in his throat.

He coughed—a sharp, sudden sound that made everyone at the table glance in his direction. His cheeks flushed instantly, a heat rising up his neck as the smooth façade he’d been maintaining cracked under the pressure of her playful touch. He glanced down, just barely, eyes narrowing in warning, but the smirk on her face was unmistakable.

Before he could gather himself, she chimed in, her voice laced with playful innocence. “I, for one, am just glad he never arrives early,” she said with a perfectly straight face, her hand squeezing him again just as the last word left her lips.

Leon barely managed to regain his composure, but the heat radiating from his face was unmistakable. He shifted in his seat, praying no one noticed the subtle tension in his posture. Ashley had retreated her hand, but the teasing, devilish smile on her lips told him she still wasn’t done. Not yet.

Once the spotlight shifted away from them and the conversation at the table resumed, he felt her lean in close again, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of his ear as her hand slipped back into his lap. His heart raced, the heat radiating from her presence, the delicate movements of her fingers, and the softness of her breath igniting something primal within him that he could no longer contain.

“You always come right on time for me,” she whispered, her voice low, sultry, the words laced with double meaning that sent a jolt of heat straight through him.

And just like that, his body betrayed him.

His breath hitched, barely controlled, as a sudden wave of intense pleasure surged through him—sharp and overwhelming. His hands tightened into fists under the table, his muscles going rigid as he fought to keep from making any sound, the sensation crashing through him with a force he hadn't expected. His heart pounded in his ears, his pulse throbbing as the world around him blurred.

He was coming, right there at the table, his body betraying him with a shudder he could barely keep in check. It was quick, desperate, and utterly humiliating, yet the rush of pleasure was undeniable. He clenched his jaw, his teeth gritting as he struggled to hold back any outward sign, but he could feel the wetness pooling against the fabric of his briefs, soaking through.

Ashley pulled back slightly, her gaze flicking over him knowingly, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes as if she could sense exactly what had just happened. And before he could fully recover, she leaned in one more time, her lips brushing his cheek in the softest, most delicate kiss.

It was innocent enough on the surface—just a sweet gesture, nothing out of the ordinary for anyone paying attention. But the pressure of her lips against his skin, the way they lingered, the suggestive warmth in her voice when she whispered, “I told you you’d pay for being late,” made it anything but innocent.

Leon couldn’t respond. His body still trembled with the aftershocks of release, his mind barely catching up to what had just happened, and he was left speechless, still flushed with both pleasure and mortification. The sensation, the intensity of it, made him dizzy.

Ashley, for her part, sat back in her chair, completely composed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as though nothing had happened. She didn't even glance his way again, as if she'd already won, leaving him to stew in his embarrassment while the dinner conversation continued around them.

Leon swallowed hard, still processing everything, his gaze darting around the table to ensure no one had noticed his moment of weakness. But as Ashley shifted beside him, her hand lightly brushing his under the table in a silent reassurance, a warm comfort settled in his chest.

Despite it all, she had him—completely and utterly—and now they just needed to survive the rest of the evening. They waited patiently for the others to leave, cherishing their private moment amidst the surrounding noise. Finally, he turned to her, a hint of guilt in his eyes. “I’m really sorry for being late,” he murmured.

She met his gaze with a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry about it. I think we’re even now—after all, I made you arrive on time in front of everyone.”

[drarryficrecsbasement]

Summary:

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him.

In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsNo Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom:Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Zacharias Smith, Lucius Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Rodolphus Lestrange

Language: English

[batondecannelle]

pull my hair a little harder please

“Potter,” he says.

Harry’s knees feel weak. He stumbles a few feet closer to the other boy and then stops. His chest feels tight, and his vision is swimming, and he doesn’t know how to ask for what he desperately needs.

“I’m, I’m—” he stammers, his hands shaking.

Draco looks around them at the empty library, and then back at Harry. “Come here,” he says.

ao3 word count: 2902 chapters 1/2

[lyn31]

Zayne Immediate Disorder (Extended)

Summary:

After the Prison Warden, Zayne, of Linkon City help you get away from the prison, yes indeed, what a mess. You thought he'll do the same not long after you get out, oh but how wrong you are... He has different plans in mind.

Ao3 link

Extra/Part 2

CW: Drug use (Frenzy Enhancer), Light dom/sub.

Notes:

Disclaimer: The first half on this fics are mainly from Zayne's new card, Immediate Disorder, which another reason why it's so long.... and I also use some of the line here and there to match the "canon" a bit more but the rest are all mine :) So if you don't want to get spoiler, even when it's not all here, better read his story first, but if you don't mind, go ahead and enjoy! And I would like to thank all my friend for helping me with feedback, I appreciate it very much! :D Shout out to @ccelestara You help me a lot girl!

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Your flight is delayed until this evening. Thanks to the delay, you receive a call from your ex-subordinate. It’s about the Warden.

All of Linkon is in an uproar because of it.

The Warden, Zayne, is the SSS-Class Praedator, Galen—the serial killer authorities have been pursuing for years.

As the perpetrator was responsible for multiple deaths, Zayne’s trial will take place with all of Linkon watching. A new era is on the horizon, and his execution will mark its beginning.

Why would a serial killer, whom they couldn’t catch for five years, only be exposed now? Unless… You pause, lost in thought.

You take a sharp breath, suddenly struck by a realization you don’t like. Inhaling deeply, you leave your home, slamming the door behind you with more force than intended. Your pace quickens until you break into a run.

You need to see Zayne one last time. You need to hear the truth from him. You need to know—can he truly end everything without regret?

And then without you realizing it, you arrive.

Though no longer an enforcer, flashing your old badge is enough to get you past the unsuspecting guards. You navigate the prison’s corridors along a path you’ve walked countless times before. You make your way to the second floor.

Zayne has shut himself away in the interrogation room—the very same room where the two of you once said your goodbyes.

You push the door open, and there he is—the familiar figure you haven’t seen in a long time.

Hearing you enter, he turns around. His hazel eyes widen for a brief second before settling back into their usual calm gaze.

“I recall you saying you’d be on a plane this morning.”

Holding back a snort, you say, “So you deliberately waited until this evening to release the news. That way, I wouldn’t find out?”

“Your presence here means my plan has failed.”

“Your plan?” Your throat tightens. Your fists clench so tightly that they start to hurt.

“You never intended to survive this. You’ve been planning to end it all… including yourself.”

Looking at you quietly, he says. “Every TV channel, newspaper, and radio station are announcing it. A new era will arrive with the next dawn. Linkon is finally on the right path. The murders and crimes of the past must be erased.”

Zayne shifts his gaze to the side before looking back at you.

“I thought you, as an enforcer, would understand that criminals must be punished for their past deeds.”

Your chest tightens for a brief moment before you speak, your voice steady but weighed down. “The criminal has been punished. The Praedators and ordinary people get to live in peace. Linkon City will enter a new era. But what about you?”

Without waiting for his answer, you take a step closer.

“Zayne, have you gained anything from this?”

Another step. Your fists clench tighter, your breathing grows unsteady. The faint space between you disappears, and your shadow bleeds into his.

“Don’t you want anything in this life? Stop talking about Linkon, the virus, and the solution. I want to know about you, Zayne. Have you ever wanted anything for yourself?”

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Zayne watches you for a moment. His voice lowers. “Are you here just to ask me that question?”

You take another step. Now, you’re so close you can practically feel his breath on your skin.

“What if I said yes? Would you answer me then?”

Just as you reach for him, he flinches. A groan escapes him, and his brows furrow.

“You should go,” he says breathlessly, avoiding your gaze.

“No, I won’t leave until you answer me. But Zayne… are you?”

You reach out again, this time feeling the heat of his skin before he pulls away.

He’s about to go into a frenzy.

“I told you, you should go.” Zayne’s breathing grows ragged. His chest rises and falls rapidly, rattling the chains around his clothes.

“No. I refuse.” You turn toward the door and lock it.

Walking back to him, you scan the room. The interrogation tools from your last visit are still here—including the muzzles and chains.

“They say that when a Praedator goes into a frenzy, the desire to have what they truly want overwhelms them.”

Stepping closer, you ask, “Zayne, have you ever gone into a frenzy before?”

“No.”

He starts to take a step back but stops, steadying his breath. He looks at you. “I know how to control myself.”

“You implanted an activator in yourself, didn’t you?”

At this, his brows furrow slightly—his frustration breaking through his usual stoic expression.

“But that doesn’t mean a Praedator like me won’t harm the person standing in front of them.”

“I won’t become a Praedator.”

“You’ll die.”

“You already ‘killed’ me once before.” The corner of your mouth curls up. “You accused me of trying to assassinate the Warden. I never got the chance to see if I actually could.”

As you speak, you grab a chain from the wall.

"Do you always have to restrain yourself?" You wrap the chain around his wrist.

He scoffs. "Is that what you want me to do?"

"No. At least, that's not what I want right now."

Zayne point out with his gaze at the muzzle on the wall. You take the muzzle and carefully secure it around Zayne’s head. He doesn’t resist.

You hesitate for a moment, watching him. He allows you to restrain him without a fight. A strange feeling settles in your chest—confusion, concern. Why is he letting this happen? That’s what you instinctively think, but you know the answer already.

Then without a word, Zayne grabs another chain and hands it to you. His gaze sharpens, and his breathing grows ragged.

Fastening the chain around his wrist, you hear his low, breathless voice. "If you’re trying to break someone’s chains… don’t be afraid of the danger they’ll bring." Even in this situation, you can still hear his teasing tone.

Trailing your finger from his wrist to his chest, you push him back toward the interrogation chair.

"Wasn’t I supposed to die here anyway?" You smirk hearing your own question.

Near the chair, on a small table, something shiny catches your eye, reflecting the faint light that manages to seep into the closed-off interrogation room. You head toward the table and just miss when Zayne tries to grab you. You push him back down before continuing toward the table.

"You should leave while you still can," He warns, his voice low and more breathless than before.

You pick up the syringe filled with orange liquid from the table—the Frenzy Enhancer and you walk back toward the chair. Zayne’s intense gaze follows your every move.

"You’re only going to hurt yourself more by fighting to stay in control, you know."

Slowly, you place a hand on his shoulder. He shudders under your touch as you trace your fingers from the leather strap on his shoulder to the choker around his neck. Then, with a swift motion, you grab his jaw, forcing his head back to expose more of his neck.

He groans, his eyes flicking to the syringe in your hand.

"…Frenzy Enhancer? You’re going to use that on me?" He scoffs, but you can hear the amusement in his voice, laced with something unreadable.

"Yes. The Warden should be well aware of how it affects the Praedators."

The corner of his lips curls up. He doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement now. His gaze dares you, challenges you.

Without hesitation, you sink the needle into his heated skin, injecting the drug. He groans, and his breathing quickens even more than before. His skin burns even hotter beneath your fingers.

As you step back to give him some breathing room, you say, "Stop holding yourself back. You need to confront your true self."

His breathing grows heavier, each inhale pressing harder against the leather strap bound across his chest. The belt creaks under the pressure, groaning, straining to contain something unstoppable.

His muscles flex, his body straining against the restraint. His breath turns into low, guttural sounds, his entire frame trembling with suppressed force.

Then—a sharp snap.

The leather gives way, splitting apart as his chest heaves forward. The torn strap dangles uselessly at his sides, his breath ragged and uneven. His gaze lifts to you—dark, unrestrained, filled with something dangerous.

Involuntarily, you swallow hard. Slowly, you walk to his other side. His eyes follow your every move, scanning you like a predator sizing up his prey. His gaze sweeps over you—sharp, deliberate, assessing every detail. You meet his eyes, and in that moment, you know.

Taking a bold step directly in front of him, you place your hand on his thigh and kneel right in front of him, your fingers tightening just slightly as you quickly spread his legs apart. His breath hitches, a low gasp slipping past his lips, his chest heaving harder.

"Don’t worry…" you say, your voice calm yet full of intent, "I’ll take good care of you."

His eyes darken, his smirk widening, full of danger and amusement.

"You want me to submit…"

Before you can move, you hear the chains rattle; the sound growing louder as his hand shoots out, gripping your waist and pulling you onto his lap. The sudden shift in position takes you by surprise, and you gasp, your breath hitching in your throat. His lips brush against your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Let me take what I desire first."

The air shifts—sudden, electric. Then his lips crash into yours with fierce urgency, stealing any coherent thought you might’ve had. You freeze for a split second, your heart hammering in your chest as his breath mingles with yours. The heat from his body sears through the thin fabric between you, making you shiver. His fingers dig into your sides, possessive and firm, as he deepens the kiss, pressing you against him with a force that leaves no space between you.

A soft moan escapes you before you can stop it, and it seems to only spur him on. His teeth graze your bottom lip, the sting making your body react before your mind has time to process. The pull of his kiss shifts from desperate to coaxing, urging you to match his intensity. You reach up, your hand slipping into his hair, fingers tangling in the strands, pulling him closer, desperate for more. The urgency inside you flares, a sharp need that only grows as he deepens the kiss. You’re not sure where he ends and you begin—every nerve in your body is alive, and it's all him.

His other hand tangles in your hair, tugging lightly, sending a different bolt of electricity straight down your spine, and you can feel your whole body arch into him, your chest tight with anticipation. Every touch, every pull seems to unlock something inside you, the heat pooling in your stomach, burning, aching for more. You don’t want to stop, don’t want to pull away.

The kiss is messy and consuming, like he’s starved for it, and you feel that hunger mirroring your own. His tongue sweeps past your lips, claiming everything he wants, but it's not just him—you're just as lost, just as hungry for him. Every breath you take is laced with desire, every beat of your heart screaming for more, and yet, you’re caught in a whirlwind of want, unable to think, unable to pull away.

When he pulls back, his lips hover close, and you can see a wildness in his eyes, filled with raw desire. His voice is barely a whisper, but carries an edge that sends a shiver down your spine. "You should’ve known... submission can be dangerous."

Your pulse is still racing, your breath uneven, and your body tingles with the lingering heat of his touch. You place your hand on his bare chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall beneath your palm, matching the frantic beat of your heart. The raw intensity of his gaze makes your insides tighten with anticipation, a strange mix of fear and longing that twists deep inside you. Then, instinctively, your hand slides up his forearm, fingers grazing the firm muscle, needing to ground yourself.

“Where’s your Activator?” you ask, your voice a little breathless. You try to steady yourself, but it betrays the rush of desire coursing through you.

The moment the words leave your mouth, you catch the glimmer of a smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips, a knowing, teasing expression that sends a jolt through your chest. With a ragged breath, he leans in closer, and before you can react, he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand back to his chest, pressing it against him with an urgency that makes your heart race even faster.

“Why don’t you… touch me and find out?” he murmurs, the words carrying an invitation—and a challenge—that makes everything inside you tighten in hunger. The electricity between you crackles yet again as if he knows just how much you’re aching for him, how much you want to feel him under your fingertips.

Without missing a beat, you move your hand, slowly at first, tracing the curve of his collarbone, your fingers grazing his skin as you feel him tense under your touch. The air between you thickens with the tension. You follow the path down his chest, lingering on his abs as a soft groan escapes him, the sound igniting a pulse of heat between your legs. You catch his gaze, locking onto it, and the rawness of his desire fuels the embers of your own. Your pulse races, your body aching to feel more of him, but you hold the moment—enjoying the power of teasing him just as much as he teases you.

He breathes out in frustration, his voice a low rasp. “You’re teasing me… It’s still not enough…”

So you don’t stop. Your hand keeps moving, creeping below his waistband, your fingers brushing ever so lightly against the growing heat beneath his pants. His breath catches, and your lips curl into a soft, teasing smile. As you raise an eyebrow, you sense the tension shift in him, but he doesn’t back down. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, a silent challenge in his eyes, before leaning in, his lips brushing your ear as his breath sends a shiver through you.

You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes as his kisses trail down your jaw, down your neck—his lips warm against your skin. Every touch, every kiss from him yet again sends that jolts of electricity that you start to familiar with yet still very exhilarating, making you want him even more. And yet, when your hand continues its descent, feeling the evidence of his desire, growing more demanding beneath your touch, you know he feels the same way as you.

A low groan escapes him when his lips move to your earlobe, nipping it just enough to make your body tremble. You almost lose your focus, distracted by the sensation, but your hand keeps moving. Your fingers graze lower, slowly, but with purpose, pressing against him just enough to make him gasp.

His hand grabs your chin, tilting it upward, and his lips hover over yours for a brief, teasing moment before he nibbles your bottom lip. He pulls back slightly, and his gaze darkens with amusement. “What will you do next?”

Oh you know what you'll do next. With a quick, decisive motion, you push him back, watching the way he almost falls against the chair's backrest. The glint in his eyes tells you he enjoys the challenge just as much as you do, and you feel a surge of excitement at the thought of making him wait.

Your hand moves swiftly from his chest to his waist, fingers finding the firmness of him between his legs. The sudden contact makes him shudder, and you smile as his eyes glaze over, fixating on your chest. Before he can lean in, you push him back again, your other hand placed firmly on his chest, eyes locking with his, silently telling him to wait for his turn.

The moment you break eye contact, a rush of heat floods through your body. No matter how hard you try to play it cool, it’s impossible to ignore the fact that you’re perched on his lap. The heat between your legs only grows hotter, and you have to fight the urge to grind against him. You try to regain control—at least to mask your reaction—locking your gaze with his once more. His want is undeniable, simmering in the charged air between you, and the thrill of holding onto even a sliver of control sends a surge of adrenaline through your veins.

You keep your hand on his chest, fingers brushing over his skin, sending small shocks of electricity through him. You don’t break eye contact. Every small movement, every slight press of your hand on his chest makes the tension grow thick and suffocating, but you relish in it—holding him at bay just a little longer. You feel the control shift, your power growing with each moment you keep him waiting.

Focusing back on the task at hand, you press your palm against him, feeling the heat radiating through his clothes. Slowly, you begin to move your hand, applying enough pressure to tease, but not enough to satisfy. His breathing sharpens, chest rising and falling beneath your touch as he tries to keep his composure.

“Do you like that, Zayne?” you whisper, glancing up at him. His response is a ragged exhale, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the armrest.

You keep the slow rhythm, dragging your hand up and down, making him twitch under your touch with every stroke. Each pass, each movement makes him shudder, even so, you hold back, savoring the power of the moment.

You pull your hand back, the sudden absence making Zayne’s gaze snap to you, his eyes burning with need. You feel the tension in the air shift yet again, but you don’t give him the release he craves. Instead, you grab his choker, tugging him closer. His eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. For a brief moment, your gazes lock, tension crackling between you like a live wire. His jaw tightens, and his fingers flex as he tilts his head, silently inviting you to continue.

“You want to break it, don’t you?” Zayne’s voice is breathless, a dare in every word. The challenge hangs between you, a crackling tension that sets every nerve in your body alight with excitement.

You push him back with deliberate force, watching as he leans fully into the chair. The satisfaction of making him wait, of holding the control, sends a rush of heat through you. The choker snaps free in your hand, and you stare at it for a beat, your heart pounding as the moment stretches out. Without a word, you toss it aside. The silence between you deepens, thick and charged with raw tension.

“Patience,” you murmur, your voice low and commanding, each syllable deliberate. Your fingers work the muzzle loose, and as it falls away, he just stares at you—breath ragged, eyes wild with hunger. A mix of nerves and excitement coils in your stomach, sharper than you expected. Even though it’s an open muzzle, seeing him without it now sends a thrill through you.

A slow smirk curves your lips. “Much better.”

He exhales a shaky breath, a grin tugging at his lips. “Impressive,” he says, his voice rough with both admiration and something darker.

“But it’s my turn,” he grunts, the words thick with intent. His grip tightens as he surges forward, claiming the moment with a desperate intensity that steals the air from your lungs.

Before you can react, Zayne’s lips are on yours again, urgent, but this kiss is slower, deliberate—a demand as much as a plea. His lips trail down your jaw, your neck, the curve of your collarbone, every touch igniting a new wave of heat inside you. His tongue flicks against your skin, teasing and tasting, before his teeth follow, nipping just hard enough to make you gasp, your body instinctively arching into him as your hips grind against his thigh in reflex, finally. A low grunt rumbles in his chest, his grip tightening on your waist, urging you to do it again. Heat floods through you, a shuddering breath escaping as the friction sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through you.

His hand finds your wrists, yanking them behind your back with swift ease, and you gasp at the sudden restraint. The vulnerability of it, the way he controls you without hesitation, sends a sharp thrill racing down your spine. His grip tightens, holding both your wrists effortlessly with one hand, while his other settles firmly on your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he keeps you locked in place.

His eyes lock onto yours, dark and commanding, as he urges your hips to move again, guiding you with slow, deliberate pressure. "Just like that," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. A shiver courses through you, each roll of your hips sending a rush of heat that leaves you breathless, your body tightening in response to his touch.

Zayne’s mouth is relentless, teasing you with soft, lingering kisses just above your exposed skin, his tongue flicking over the fabric of your shirt, tracing slow, deliberate circles. You shudder, your body reacting, but he refuses to give you what you want. His grip on your wrist behind your back remains firm, the restraint heightening every sensation, making your pulse race even faster. Every near-miss, every brush against your skin makes your body ache with want—his refusal only fuels your desire, making you want to push back against him, to make him feel the same urgency you do.

Then, at last, his lips close around your hardened peak, sucking gently at first, then harder. His teeth graze you, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure straight to your core. You cry out softly, your body trembling in his lap, your wrists straining against his grip, the rawness of the moment pushing you closer to the edge.

Your soft cry draws a ragged groan from Zayne, his breath unsteady, his grip tightening as he struggles to maintain control. But it’s slipping—you feel it in the tremble of his hand on your wrist, in the roughness of his kisses, in the ferocity of his desire.

And then, as if he can’t hold back any longer, Zayne snaps. The hand on your waist jerks away, his fingers wrapping around the chain on his wrist with a brutal tug. The metal gives way with a harsh, violent snap, fragments scattering beside you, the sound almost deafening. His hand is back on you instantly, roaming over your waist with an urgent, almost frantic need that sends a shiver through your entire body. Everything shifts. His control is shattered, his restraint gone, and in that instant, all that’s left is the hunger that burns between you.

His gaze burns into you, intense and untamed, his breath uneven as he draws you between his legs. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking you closer, while the other seizes your waist, guiding you down to the floor with a force that leaves no room for resistance. The raw urgency in his movements, the primal need that drives him now, sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you. Even in the moment's chaos, there’s a flicker of control—just enough to ensure you’re steady beneath him, but it’s the kind of control that makes your pulse race, knowing he’s ready to push you past any limits.

His voice drops, low and thick with heat, as his eyes lock onto yours. “Now, there’s only one thing left to do.” His voice is ragged, barely restrained, each word tumbling out like a need he can no longer contain, sending a shiver straight through you. His gaze never wavers, his intensity pressing down on you like a weight, leaving you breathless and craving what comes next.

For a moment, you do nothing but stare back at him, breath catching in your throat as you feel the weight of his gaze. It’s a challenge, a silent command—and you can feel your body respond to it, every nerve alive with anticipation.

You swallow hard, your eyes dropping to his waist. “So that’s where the Activator is…” you murmur, the words are soft but thick with meaning. Zayne follows your gaze, then drags his eyes back up to your face, to your body, his gaze darkening as he notices the hardened peak beneath your shirt.

Without hesitation, he leans down, capturing it with his mouth. His tongue twirls around you, his lips warm and demanding, making you gasp at the sensation. Your body writhes beneath him, your heart pounding in time with the pulse of need that rises in you.

But you don’t forget what you’re about to do. Your pulse quickens as you shift your knee, pressing just above his waist, feeling the twitch of his body against yours. His breath hitches, muscles flexing beneath your touch, and despite the flutter of nerves in your chest, you smile at his reaction, fully aware of the effect you’re having on him. The tension thickens, the unspoken challenge between you both only growing stronger.

You let your foot graze lower, brushing against his arousal in a teasing move that has him groaning, his grip on you tightening just a fraction as he fights to keep control. The moment his eyes snap open, wild and raw, you know it’s only a matter of time before both of you lose yourselves completely in the overwhelming tension between you.

His breath catches, a deep grunt rumbling from his chest, and his eyes flash with an intensity that makes your body ache with need. “Become my prisoner… or my master,” he says, voice low and deliberate. Each word tastes of a challenge, an invitation—and you feel every ounce of it.

The wicked smile that curls on your lips matches his as you reach up, wrapping your hand around his neck, and pulling him closer. The heat of his breath against your skin sends a shiver through you, and the connection between you becomes even more undeniable, more electric.

“You can never… leave me,” he murmurs, his voice rough and unsteady as his lips brush over yours.

The kiss starts slow, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The pressure between you—too much, too overwhelming after everything that’s led to this moment—pushes you both into something more. The kiss deepens, urgent and desperate, a clash of lips and tongues as you both crave the release that’s been building.

His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer, his body molding to yours as your mouths crash together again and again, hungry for more. Your hips instinctively grind against him, a steady rhythm driven by raw need, and the weight of his body above you only fuels the urgency. The heat, the tension, the desire—every inch of him presses you against the floor, every movement igniting a fire that spreads through your body.

Zayne’s fingers trail down your spine, gripping your hips harder, holding you in place as he pushes you into him with more force, guiding your grinding motion with growing urgency. You can feel the heat radiating between you, the pulse of desire making every second more intense than the last, every touch heightening the ache that has taken over you both.

Breathless, Zayne breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. His chest rises and falls heavily, his eyes dark with hunger. His hands move lower, gripping your thighs, guiding you—slow but sure—as his lips find yours again in a kiss that’s fierce and insistent.

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Winter returns once more.

As you watch the light snow falling outside your window, it dawns on you: another year has passed since you and Zayne last parted ways in that interrogation room.

In the aftermath of that day, you walked away alone. The bitter truth that you couldn’t take him with you… You’d known that all along.

Even when he confessed that you were what he wanted, it wouldn’t have stopped him. Zayne has always been this way. Deep down, you’ve known it from the start.

After moving to this small town, you severed almost all ties with Linkon City. You made a conscious effort to avoid any news about him. You convinced yourself that if you didn’t see anything about him, you wouldn’t think about him anymore.

Then this morning, someone mentioned that a new doctor had opened a small clinic called Akso just a few blocks away. The moment you hear the clinic's name, your thoughts immediately go to a certain vet clinic with the same name—and a familiar doctor who became the prison’s warden. The person you’ve been trying to forget for a year. Zayne.

So, of course, you rush home, snatch your pet turtle from its cozy sunbathing spot, and dash off to Akso.

Arriving at the clinic, you push open the door, breathless from your frantic run. After a year apart, the silhouette you’ve yearned for stands right before you.

He turns to you with his usual calm demeanor. “What is it?” he asks, though the corner of his mouth twitches ever so slightly.

Without a second thought, you place your pet turtle on the nearest table and rush toward him, wrapping your arms around him in a crushing hug. Then you pull back just enough to crash your lips against his. Before he can even react, you pull away again, eyes wide, your cheeks burning.

He chuckles softly, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Avoiding his gaze, you scoop up your pet turtle and cough lightly. “Dr. Zayne, I think my pet turtle might be sick. It’s been really lethargic. It doesn’t even want to sunbathe anymore. Can you take a look at it?”

Trying to hide your embarrassment—and your excitement—you straighten your posture and meet his eyes. His amusement is obvious. He’s trying not to laugh.

“Miss, this clinic only treats human patients,” he says, his smirk growing wider.

Your face burns up again. You bite your lower lip and close your eyes, mortified...

That’s when you hear his footsteps approach. You open your eyes to find him standing right in front of you, gently taking your hand in his.

Then, something rare—a smile curves on his lips, soft and unguarded. It’s fleeting but real, and you can’t help but mirror it. Your heart skips, and for a second, the tension feels lighter, almost electric. You suppose he’s just as excited as you.

You clear your throat, trying to regain a bit of control. “...I see” His smile grows, contagious and impossible to ignore.

“Well,” you say, this time with more confidence, “I think I’m coming down with something. Would you mind giving me a check-up?”

He holds your gaze, bringing your hand to his lips. “I don’t think this is how I’m supposed to treat my patients.” His voice drops slightly, warm and low, the flicker of desire in his eyes unmistakable.

He steps closer, his breath warm against your ear. “But for you… I might make an exception.”

Your heart races as he pulls back, his smirk sharp and teasing. He releases your hand, turning toward the hallway.

“Follow me, Miss,” he says, the slightest smirk playing at his lips.

As you follow him, your pulse quickening, you realize this is the treatment you’ve been waiting for—especially with Dr. Zayne.

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Notes:

Pstttt there's another extended of the extended version! here And another card's fic over there! Zayne - Fragrant Possession Celebration (Smut)

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Faux Control

It's finally here!

Summary: Minhee gives into Jisu's wants and wears a remote control vibrator out with their friends. Things go as well as you might expect.

Tags: Cisswap, fem!minho, fem!jisung, dom/sub undertones, exhibition, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, edging, dacryphilia, mild degradation

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Minhee had no idea why she had agreed to this. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she could never tell Jisu no, especially when she looked up at her with her big brown eyes wide and her bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “I’ll be good, I promise,” she had said. “I’ll only use it a little bit. I just want to try something new!” And Minhee would be a fool to deny her sweet Jisu anything. 

So that was how she ended up like this. With a remote-control vibrator pressed up inside her while she and Jisu went out for dinner with their friends. In Jisu's purse sat the remote. 

Normally, Jisu never had control, which was part of why Minhee was so nervous. She had warned her that if she messed with the settings too much or made the settings too high, she would be getting punished. And Jisu had accepted. But Minhee knew that sometimes Jisu liked to be a bit of a brat. She liked to push Minhee’s buttons as often as she could. So really, she had no idea how the evening was going to do. 

“I already got us a table in the back!” Lixie exclaimed, grabbing onto Jisu’s arm eagerly when they arrived at their restaurant. Minhee wanted to laugh when Jisu stumbled over her own feet as Lixie dragged her back, but heat was already spreading across the back of her neck, making any reaction difficult to produce. 

The table she got was big enough to fit all eight of them, and Chris, Seungah, and Chaebin were already seated at the table. “Where are Hyunjin and Jeongin?” Jisu asked as she moved to pull out a chair for herself. Minhee beat her to it though, pulling out the chair for her and gesturing for her to sit. The tips of her ears turned red and she mumbled out a small, “Thank you,” as she took her seat. Minhee smiled lopsidedly to herself. The least she could do tonight was to try and fluster Jisu as much as she could. A payback of sorts. 

When she sat down, she inhaled sharply and red bloomed across her face–sitting caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside her, and the end on her clit to rub against her. She bit her cheek and swallowed thickly. She felt someone’s gaze burning into the side of her head and she knew immediately it was Jisu. And she made the mistake of looking over and making eye contact—her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted, like she knew exactly what had occurred. Minhee tried to glare at her, but she knew the look came off weak, especially when Jisu’s expression morphed into something entirely different—and she smirked.

Minhee barely had time to register the warmth that pooled in her tummy before her thoughts were interrupted by Lixie answering Jisu’s question. “They were running a little bit late, but they’ll be here soon!”

“They were probably fucking,” Seungah said flatly, which earned a firm-handed slap on the back from Chaebin.

“Yah! Watch your mouth young lady, we are in public!” she exclaimed. Seungah glared and rubbed her shoulder.

“And I’m sure you assaulting me in public will go over well, unnie,” she responded with a roll of her eyes.

Chaebin immediately launched into a far-too-loud lecture on Seungah respecting her elders, but Minhee barely caught any of it. Her face was burning and whenever she shifted she could feel the vibrator pressing against her walls. And it wasn’t even vibrating. Yet. She kept glancing at Jisu, waiting for the moment when she would do something. The waiting was probably worse than the actual thing. It made arousal coil in her belly even though she wanted to pretend it didn’t. It didn’t help that she was surrounded by her friends and in a restaurant of all places. Any little slip-up and all eyes would be on her. She had to stay composed, had to—

“Minhee-yah?” Chris called suddenly, briefly pulling her out of her daze.

“Mhm—yeah?” she asked, clearing her throat. She wondered how obvious her blush was.

“I was just wondering if you were okay,” she said with a sheepish smile. “You just look a little out of it. Are you sick?”

Minhee could feel Jisu’s gaze on her again. “Ah no, I’m okay,” she reassured her.

Her breath hitched when Jisu’s hand was suddenly on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze—why had she chosen to wear a skirt today? She was leaning in close, close enough that Minhee could smell the sweet brown sugar perfume she had put on right before they left. It made her a little dizzy. “Don’t worry, unnie, I wouldn’t let Minhee go out if she was sick,” Jisu said with a smile. Her smile was so sweet but Minhee knew that behind it hid mischief. It was a smile similar to the one she would give her right before she was about to be a brat. It made Minhee’s pulse jump and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” Chris turned her attention to Lixie then and began to engage in a conversation with her about one of the records she was working on. Minhee rubbed a hand over her face and took a deep breath to try to steady herself. She tried to focus on the conversations going on around her but Jisu was once again leaning into her space, even more so this time. She rested her round cheek against her shoulder and looked up at her with wide, sparkling eyes that made Minhee feel so in love she could be sick.

“How do you feel, unnie?” she asked, quiet enough that only Minhee could hear. Her breath brushed against the side of her neck and she shuddered a little. She hoped that Jisu didn’t notice, but she definitely did based on the way she giggled.

“Feeling just fine,” Minhee answered. She tongued her cheek and flexed her fingers. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh and it burned. “Never better, actually.”

“Hmm,” Jisu hummed. She tapped her fingers against Minhee’s skin and lifted her head. “I see.” Something in the tone of her voice sent a shiver down her spine and she breathed slowly out of her nose. Calm. Calm. I am so. Calm.

Jisu sat back up and Minhee almost missed how the hand that wasn’t on her thigh slipped into her purse. Fuck. She gulped audibly and shifted in her seat. Jisu engaged in conversation with Lixie and Minhee waited. And waited. But nothing came for a while, so she allowed herself to relax. She was calm even as Hyunjin and Jeongin finally arrived and they flagged the waiter over to their table to finally order their food because surely, Jisu knew better than to turn the vibrator on while she was trying to order her food.

Minhee should have known to never be so trusting.

The second she opened her mouth to ramble off what she wanted, she jolted, an electric current coursing through her body. Her breath caught in her throat and a wave of heat washed over her. Her cheeks were on fire and it felt like her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh.

“I’ll take—u-uhm—” She inhaled through her nose and gritted her teeth. The vibrator wasn’t on its highest setting, but it definitely wasn’t on the lowest either. The vibrations against her clit were enough alone to drive her mad—warmth pulsed in her stomach, her breathing shallowed, her pussy clenched around the dildo end, and fuck. Jisu was in so much trouble.

“The spice—spicy chicken, yeah,” she managed after an awkwardly long pause. The waiter hummed and gave a curt nod, probably so used to customers behaving in all sorts of ways that he didn’t even notice. But Minhee was humiliated. And so turned on. And incredibly pissed off.

When the waiter finished taking their orders, everyone’s attention turned to Minhee. Everyone including Jisu. Concern was written all over her face, her eyebrows raised in faux worry. But Minhee knew better.

“You sure you’re okay, unnie?” Jisu asked, blinking up at her innocently. Her hand was still in the purse.

“Are you high?” Jeongin asked immediately after. Minhee’s ears burned and she shook her head vehemently.

“Of course I’m not high, I’m fine,” she insisted with a huff. She took a long sip of her water, hoping it would cool her down a bit. The vibrations were sending near continuous shocks of pleasure through her body and it was already so much. Too much. “I just blanked on what I wanted ‘s all.” She shrugged, making sure to give Jisu a reassuring smile. She hoped it didn’t look as forced to everyone else as it felt. 

“Well, if you need to head out, we understand,” Lixie said with a gentle smile. Minhee’s eye twitched.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” She gave Lixie a genuine smile because no one in the world could be anything but soft with her. Minhee had a soft spot for Jisu too, but it was different when she was being a brat. She still needed a bit of firmness sometimes. And this was apparently one of those times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Jisu said with a sugary-sweet giggle, while underneath the table her hand slid up Minhee’s thigh, her fingertips just grazing the inside. Minhee’s breath hitched and she swallowed. A bead of sweat ran down her temple and she squeezed her thighs together which ended up trapping Jisu’s fingers between them. She heard her inhale sharply and then the vibrations increased.

Minhee choked, eyes going wide. Jeongin gave them a look but then turned her focus back to Hyunjin who was glued to her side. Jisu pecked her cheek. “Still good, unnie?” she whispered, delivering a squeeze to the plushest part of Minhee’s thigh. The touch caused the muscles in her stomach to flex.

“Oh, great,” she gritted. She slunk her hand around Jisu’s waist and gave it a firm squeeze. A warning. “Think you ca—mm.” She burned with embarrassment at the moan that slipped past her lips. It was quiet enough for no one else to notice, at least she hoped, but it was still there. Jisu laughed, but Minhee’s tightening grip on her waist cut her off. “You’re so in for it.”

Jisu wet her lips and her eyelashes fluttered before she glanced away. Then, to Minhee’s surprise, the vibrations turned off and Jisu’s hand returned to her own lap. And just in time for the waiter to return with their food. She let out a sigh of relief and took another sip of her water. There was a sheen of sweat over her heated face but as soon as the vibrations stopped she could feel herself calming down. Maybe Jisu knew how to listen after all.

She thanked the waiter when her food was set down and took the opportunity of freedom to start talking to Chris. She hadn’t seen her in a while with Chris being so busy with her producing job and Minhee being busy with her own job as a choreographer. At the same time, Jisu became engrossed in a conversation with Seungah about whether or not bones were hollow and Minhee almost forgot about the vibrator. She would have completely forgotten about it if she weren’t still dripping wet and if there wasn’t still need twisting in the pit of her stomach. So little by little, she gradually let her guard down.

“Come on, unnie, what’s one dance lesson gonna hurt?” Minhee asked Chris, wiggling her eyebrows. “Besides, I’m sure all the club goers would be very happy to see your improve—”

“I’m not listening, nope, nope!” Chris exclaimed, cupping her hands over her ears. “I do not need a reminder of my dancing skills!”

Minhee laughed, tossing her head back a little. “Or lack thereof.” She took a bite of her chicken and licked a bit of sauce off her fingers, tongue flicking over each digit one by one before she wiped them with a napkin—and that’s when she felt attention on her again. She had barely made eye contact with Jisu before she felt the stimulation from the vibrator again. She choked on air and the muscles in her thighs twitched as she tried to keep herself from reacting but the stimulation was too much. The arousal hit her so fast she felt lightheaded, breathless, and it felt like she was going to go cross-eyed. But fuck, everyone was looking, everyone could see—

“Minhee?” Chris asked, frowning softly.

“Yeah?” she breathed out, reaching for another piece of chicken. Maybe if she could just focus on eating she wouldn’t register the vibrations, that were definitely set even higher than before. She took a bite and swallowed forcefully.

Through the haze, she registered Jisu’s hand on her thigh again. Fingers trailing up, up, slipping under her skirt. Oh, she was getting brave.

Chris opened her mouth to say something after a moment but then she closed it. Her eyes moved up and down Minhee, taking her in, and she felt like she was being examined, scrutinized. Then Chris’s cheeks reddened and she looked down at her plate. “Oh, uh—never mind. Nothing.” Minhee’s stomach swooped. She noticed. There was no way that she didn’t notice. She might not have known exactly what was going on, but she knew something was up.

Minhee knew her cheeks were probably fifty different shades of scarlet, but she tried to focus on something else, even as the pressure between her legs intensified. Jisu didn’t seem to like the fact that she wasn’t reacting as much as she wanted, so she slipped her hand all the way underneath Minhee’s skirt and flipped the vibrator setting up. This caused Minhee’s hips to jerk, her walls spasming around the vibrating dildo. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth and sent a glare towards Jisu, but she just giggled and scooped up another bite of food with her chopsticks.

Sweat gathered on her temples. She took another sip of her water. She was completely zoned out from the conversation around her, her hips grinding down involuntarily every couple of minutes. Jisu’s fingers continued to tease the soft skin of her inner thighs and no one questioned why Jisu’s one hand had disappeared under the table for so long. Minhee’s panties were completely soaked through even though she was essentially plugged up by the dildo inside her. The insides of her thighs were sticky with her wetness. For a moment, she wondered if Jisu could feel it against her fingertips.

Participating in conversation was no longer an option even though she tried. She got a few words in here and there, all too breathless, her voice too high. There was no way most of their friends hadn’t picked up that something was off, even if they didn’t question it. Chris had certainly taken notice and Jeongin gave her a few glances that told her she knew something was up, and that something wasn’t illness related. Her eyes had even gone to Jisu and more specifically, her hand under the table. The hand that was touching Minhee, fingernails scraping against supple skin, ghosting over stretch marks, massaging. There was no way Jeongin didn’t know, too.

And shit, for the first time she really wished that Jisu didn’t know how sensitive her thighs were.

Time lost its meaning as Minhee attempted to hold onto her sanity. She should have seen it coming, really, but it crept up on her all the same. One moment she was struggling to focus on anything else, anything but the constant stimulation on her clit and inside her, and the next moment, she felt it. That familiar, twisting, tightening sensation in her lower stomach, like a spring being wound up, ready to explode. She snapped her head to the side, eyes wide, panicked. She made eye contact with Jisu and pleaded silently, but Jisu smiled and shrugged. Her heart raced when she realized Jisu’s hand instead was climbing up further, pushing her skirt up until—until her fingertips were pressed against the heat of Minhee’s cunt. She looked across the table with an innocent smile, said something to Lixie that Minhee didn’t register through the ringing in her ears, and rubbed firm circles over her clit.

The added pressure right over the vibrator and the knowledge that Jisu was touching her in a restaurant, with all their friends present, was what pushed Minhee over the edge. She had no control over the spring when it finally burst. She came. Slack-jawed and silent, with a white-knuckled grip on her knees. Her hole clenched rhythmically around the dildo and the world around her turned to static. The excess wetness soaked through her panties and wet her thighs and her cheeks burned from the sensation. Oh god. She came. In public. She came in public with Jisu’s hand slipped under her skirt, while eating dinner. Fuck.

The world paused, Jisu froze while Minhee panted. And before anyone could question what was going on, Jisu removed her hand and stood up, a smile too bright to be natural on her face, and said, “Well! I think Minhee and I should head out! Get dessert, you know? Lixie, you can send me money right? Yeah? Thanks so much!”

She grabbed her purse and Minhee’s hand and pulled her to stand up. Her legs shook underneath her. “Um yeah, Jisu and I have…plans,” she said, her voice scratchy.

“You know, Jeongin and I just did our plans before we—” Hyunjin started, but Seungah reached over and covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Chaebin proceeded to take her hand away before Hyunjin could start making a scene.

“Well, have fun!” Lixie said, always good-natured. “It was nice having dinner with you! I’ll send you the bill, Jisu.”

“Thanks!” Jisu said, flashing her a quick smile. Then she spun around on her heel and dragged Minhee out of the restaurant, making her almost trip over her feet.

They got to the car and Jisu pulled Minhee to the driver’s side and then sat down in the passenger’s seat. No matter how much control she thought she had over Minhee, she would always be a passenger princess. “Um,” she started as soon as they were both seated. “Did you actually…?”

“Yes I actually did,” Minhee stated through clenched teeth. Sweat collected on her temple and ran down her face. “So, Jisu— mmh— why don’t you turn the damn thing off now.” She was already pulling out as she spoke, desperate to get back so she could absolutely ruin Jisu. It was probably unsafe for her to even be driving in the state she was in, the constant buzzing of the vibrator against her cunt driving her mad from overstimulation. If it went on much longer she would probably come again and she couldn’t while driving. Fuck, there was no way she was letting Jisu get away with this. She had already gotten away with far too much. At this point, she would be dealing out her punishment for the next week.

Jisu stared at her, not answering for a moment. Her eyes blinked rapidly, a habit she’d picked up from Minhee, and damn it, it made her look adorable even in the corner of Minhee’s eyes. “What if I say no?”

Minhee almost stopped the car. “ No?”

Jisu gulped audibly and nodded. “Y-yeah. No. You know the safe word.”

Minhee’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She never imagined Jisu, her obedient Jisu would use one of her own methods for her. Jisu could be a brat sometimes but this was above her usual level of brattiness. If you give a mouse a cookie, or something like that… “Listen, jagi,” Minhee began, forcing her voice to remain steady. “There—there is already a punishment waiting for you when we get back. I might be nice this time and keep it to just today if you can be good until we get there. But if— ngh —if you don’t listen, I’ll drag it on, and on…is that what you want, sweetheart?” She spared a split second to glance over at Jisu. Her cheeks were rosy and her plump bottom lip was trapped between her teeth.

“I…” Jisu tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “…maybe?”

Minhee scoffed, incredulous, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You want me to not let you come for a week, baby?”

Jisu was silent. Minhee’s head was buzzing and the ends of her limbs felt like pins and needles. Shit—it had to, it had to stop, it—then it did. Without a word, Jisu turned off the vibrator and Minhee’s entire body relaxed.

“Ahh,” she breathed out, sinking back against her seat. “That’s a good girl. I knew you could listen.”

“Yeah, I’m good, unnie!”

“Mhm, we’ll see about that. That’s not enough to save you when we get back.” Now that Minhee didn’t feel like her clit was going to fall off, she could concentrate on how exactly she would deal with Jisu when they got back. She didn’t need to be any hornier than she already was but the thoughts swirling through her head added to the cocktail of desire in her gut.

The rest of their drive home was a blur. All Minhee could remember was that at some point she had put her hand on Jisu’s thigh as a reminder of what was the come. Oh how the tables had turned.

Once they were back to their apartment, Minhee wasted no time. She grabbed Jisu by the waist and pulled her close, then crashed their lips together. Jisu tasted sweet despite the savory meal they’d had at the restaurant, and Minhee took it all in, sucking on her bottom lip and laving her tongue over it. Jisu panted into her mouth when she slipped a hand between their thighs and pressed the pads of her fingers against her pussy through her jeans. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Minhee groaned against her mouth. She reached around and grabbed Jisu’s ass with her other hand and licked past her parted lips, drinking her in like a woman starved. Jisu whined pathetically and did her best to kiss back as she rolled her hips down against Minhee’s hand. Minhee could feel the dampness from how wet she was even through the thick fabric.

“Look at you, so desperate, and you weren’t even the one with a vibrator in your pussy. Is that what you wanted this whole time?” Minhee nipped at her bottom lip, pulling a sweet mewl from her. “Messed with unnie the whole time just so I’d have you like this, hm?”

Jisu nodded dumbly. “Just wan—wanted unnie to feel good. Wanted unnie t-to make me feel good, too” she breathed.

“Is that so?” Minhee’s voice was rough with desire because nothing got her more than how pliant Jisu could be for her. Everything at the restaurant had been an act to get what she wanted. At the end of the day they both knew exactly who had control.

“Yes— yes.”

“Then let’s get to the bedroom, hm?” Minhee placed a kiss on the corner of her lips and squeezed her ass. “I want you to strip for me as soon as we get there.”

Jisu nodded excitedly and gave Minhee a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off to their shared bedroom. Minhee huffed out a laugh as she followed her, working on pulling off her top in the process.

She stepped into the bedroom and Jisu immediately went slack-jawed, her eyes trailing over Minhee’s breasts first and then her soft tummy after. Her gaze made Minhee shy even though they had been together for so long. She would just never get used to how Jisu took her in like she was worshiping her.

“I thought I said to strip for me, princess,” Minhee said with a quirk of her eyebrows after Jisu had been staring so long that the entirety of Minhee’s upper body felt hot.

“Oh uh—yes unnie,” she answered. She started with her jeans first, unbuttoning them tantalizingly slow. Minhee took that time to admire the way her jeans hugged her thighs and how they emphasized her tiny waist.

“So pretty, jagi,” she mumbled reverently as she sat down on the bed.

Red spread across Jisu’s face and she smiled shyly, biting her lip. “Thank you, unnie,” she whispered. She tossed her pants to the side and Minhee’s eyes locked onto the pretty panties she was wearing—they were a baby-blue and lacy, a perfect color against her tan skin. Minhee remembered when she bought them, and she knew she had a matching bra to go with them.

Jisu’s hands hesitated at the hem of her top but Minhee waved her hand, urging her to continue. “Go on, baby. Show unnie your pretty waist.”

Jisu huffed. “You just want to see my boobs.”

“Maybe.” Minhee smirked. “I know you don’t mind. But come on, Jisu, I’m getting impatient.”

Jisu’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she pulled her top off like she was instructed. Her boobs bounced with how fast she tore it off and Minhee’s mouth watered. Her hands itched to grab as Jisu reached around to unclasp her bra, revealing her soft tits and small nipples. “Fuck, c’mere. Lay down on the bed for me.”

“You don’t want me to take these off, too?” Jisu asked, dragging her fingertips over the lace hem of her panties. Minhee shook her head as she climbed up to the edge of the bed and got on her knees.

“I want those for myself.” She grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Her hair wasn’t as long as it used to be but she had still been meaning to cut it. Having short hair made what she wanted to do a lot easier.

Jisu climbed onto the bed in front of her and laid down, her wavy brown hair splaying around her head. She had the audacity to look shy even though she had been so confident with what she had been doing to Minhee earlier, and even though she had been in this position about a hundred times. Saliva filled Minhee’s mouth as she looked over her—red cheeks, tiny waist, soft thighs, caramel skin. There was a bruise on her collarbone and one in her inner thigh that hadn’t faded yet. She would have to add more.

“God, I can’t wait to take you apart,” Minhee sighed, reaching out to squeeze Jisu’s thighs. Jisu let out a soft moan as her fingers dug into the flesh and Minhee licked her lips. She leaned over her in an attempt to kiss her again, but then she felt the vibrator inside her shift and she hissed. “Let me get this cursed thing out first.” She scrunched her nose and made quick work of slipped out of her skirt, all while Jisu stared at her with shining eyes.

“You liked it,” she said, desire dripping from her voice, with just a hint of amusement underneath it. 

Minhee rolled her eyes as she reached between her legs and grabbed the base of the vibrator, pulling it out with a wet squelch. Jisu’s breath hitched when Minhee held the toy up for a second, the fluids coating it glistening in the fair light. Then, she tossed it aside. “Hm, now I can fully focus on you.”

She crawled between Jisu’s thighs and lowered herself to the bed so that her face rested right over her boobs. When she looked up, Jisu was looking down at her through hooded lashes, small pants coming out of her parted lips. “Always so cute, Jisu-yah.” Without giving Jisu time to respond, she dipped her head down and took one of her nipples in her mouth.

“ Aahh! Minhee,” Jisu squeaked, body jerking underneath her. Minhee hummed around the nipple and swirled her tongue. She could hear Jisu’s heart drumming against her chest, her breathing becoming more erratic with each flick of her tongue. She used her free hand to grope her other breast, thumbing over the nipple just to hear Jisu gasp.

“Unnie, please, please,” Jisu begged. Her voice was getting that higher pitch it always got when she was desperate, and it almost convinced Minhee. Almost. But she was feeling a little mean.

She popped off her nipple, a strand of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “Please what, jagi?” she asked as she squeezed her breast. Her eyes flicked down to how the flesh spilled between her fingertips and had to squeeze her own thighs together.

“Please…” Jisu wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Touch me, Minhee-unnie, please.”

“Hm…” Minhee pretended to think about it. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? Or have you been a brat?”

Jisu blinked at her. “I—uh—”

“Dumb already, huh?” Minhee smirked down at her. “Give me an answer and maybe I’ll touch you.” She had no plans of not touching Jisu but she wanted to mess with her. She wanted to touch her just as much as Jisu wanted to be touched, maybe even more.

“I…” Red washed over Jisu’s cheeks and she averted her gaze. “I’ve been a brat…”

“There it is,” Minhee cooed with faux sympathy.

Jisu’s eyes glazed over and she swallowed audibly. “Please…will you? T-touch me? I’ll be good now, so good, I promise.”

And oh, Minhee would be cruel to deny her. How could she say no when she looked up at her like that, sparkling eyes pleading, pretty lips pushed out in a pout, round cheeks dusted cherry-red? She could do so many things to punish her, but saying no wasn’t one of them.

“Let’s see if you can keep that promise, hm?”

Minhee dipped her head down again just to suck on the skin of Jisu’s other tit—at the same time, she slipped her hand between Jisu’s spread legs and pressed the heel of her palm against her through her panties. Jisu arched at the combined sensation and whined, high-pitched and airy. Her panties were soaked through. She was so wet it made Minhee’s mouth water and she almost drooled a little bit against her skin.

“You’re fucking dripping, sweetheart,” Minhee breathed. She shuffled back, catching another glimpse of Jisu’s already fucked-out expression. “Aww, baby, you look like such a slut.”

Jisu inhaled sharply and covered her face with her hands. Minhee shook her head and reached up to pull them down. “None of that. You’re gonna look at me the whole time, got it? I want to see you.”

A quick nod was all Minhee needed before she got down between Jisu’s thighs and laid on her stomach. Jisu’s pussy was still covered by her soaked-through panties, so Minhee hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged. “Lift your butt, Jisu.” Jisu easily complied, lifting her hips off the bed so Minhee could pull them all the way off. She tossed them in some random direction and then set her eyes back on her target. Jisu’s folds were wet and glistening with her slick and her clit was pink and swollen—perfect.

“Unnie, st-stop staring,” Jisu whimpered, thighs coming to close around Minhee’s head. She grabbed her knees and pushed them back apart as a grin spread across her face.

“Sorry, jagi, Jisu’s pussy is just so pretty. So pretty and perfect for me.”

Jisu’s embarrassed whines filled her ears as she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. A drop of drool dripped down onto the sheets. Then, without warning, she pressed her tongue flat against Jisu’s cunt. She gasped, legs kicking out, and she scrambled to grab the sheets. Minhee’s lips quirked up as she ran her tongue from her hole to her clit, collecting her juices in the process. She moaned at her taste. Eating Jisu out would always be one of her favorite things. She could never get over how wet she got, how she tasted, how she smelled.

When her tongue flicked over Jisu’s clit, she swallowed slick she collected, making eye contact with Jisu at the same time. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I could just drink you.” She laved her tongue over her cunt again and watched as Jisu bit her lip. Her hole clenched, squeezing out more fluid. It made Minhee lightheaded.

She continued running her tongue over her, just to hear her gasp. When she’d had enough (though she’d truly never had enough), she closed her lips over her clit, licking and sucking at it like it were a piece of candy between her lips. Jisu cried out, writhing against the sheets. Her thighs shut around Minhee’s head and this time she let her do it.

“ Nghhh— unnie, unnie, please, more,” Jisu begged. She rolled her hips forward, grinding against her face while she sucked on her clit. Wetness collected between Minhee’s own legs. Fucking hell, she was so gone for Jisu.

Just like Jisu requested, she gave her more. She alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her tongue into her dripping hole, curling her tongue like she was licking ice cream. Jisu moaned loudly when she fucked her, thrusting in and out, in and out. She was reduced to a pathetic, fucked-out mess. Moans and airy whines intermixed with gibberish falling from her lips every other second. Minhee moaned with her as she mouthed at her cunt just to get a reaction from the vibrations her moans created. It worked so well.

“Ahh-hahh—M-Minhee, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m s-so close,” Jisu gasped. Minhee smirked.

She swirled her tongue around her clit and pressed two fingers inside her at the same time. She knew how to flick her tongue just right, knew where to press her fingers to bring Jisu to the edge. Her pressed her fingers against her walls and she keened. The signs were all there—the muscles in Jisu’s thighs tensed, her whole clenched rhythmically around Minhee’s thumb, her stomach pulled taut.

So easy.

“I’m—oh fuck, please, ‘m gonna, I—”

Her body went rigid, but just before she could tip over the edge, Minhee pulled back, leaving her with nothing. She relaxed against the bed, panting. The edges of her eyes glittered with tears.

“Wha— unnie, why did you do that?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse from her moans and there was wateriness to it that told Minhee she was close to crying. That thought probably shouldn’t have turned her on so much.

“I told you I was going to punish you, didn’t I?” she asked, tilting her head. She knew she must’ve looked a sight from the way Jisu looked at her. Her chin was wet and dripping and her lips tingled. But nothing beat how Jisu looked, her wide eyes pleading as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Aww, baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, reaching up to wipe the tear away. It did nothing to help because the fingers she used were coated in Jisu’s wetness.

“Unnie’s mean,” Jisu sniffled.

Minhee cooed and brought her hand down to cup Jisu’s chin. “Aw, unnie’s mean, hm?”

Jisu nodded adamantly, another tear running down her face. Minhee pouted down at her. “Poor, sweet girl.” She brushed her fingers over her bottom lip and her lips parted automatically, allowing Minhee to push them inside. She whimpered when she tasted herself, eyes going a little hazy. Minhee grinned in response, pressing down on her tongue. “If you think I’m being mean, maybe I should just stop. You wanna stop, baby?”

Jisu’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. Drool ran down her chin and coated her pink lips. Minhee pressed down more firmly on her tongue and she gagged, her eyes immediately brimming with more tears. “That’s what I thought.” Minhee chuckled and pulled her fingers out of Jisu’s mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Stay there, sweetheart. I’m gonna go get something. Be a good girl. No touching.”

A whimper and a pathetic nod was all Minhee got as she got off the bed. She went to their closet and pulled out a box of various different toys—a grin spread across her face when her eyes landed on the item she wanted—a sparkly mint green strap. When she first suggested buying it, Jisu blushed and said that it was tacky. Minhee bought it immediately.

When Minhee turned around, Jisu’s eyes were glued onto her and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her legs were still spread, so Minhee got a nice view of her pink pussy, shiny and dripping. She licked her lips. Fuck.

“Such a good girl, being so patient for me,” she said as she climbed back onto the bed.

“Wan—wanna be good for unnie,” Jisu whispered, voice shaky. Minhee smiled and bent down to kiss her tummy.

“Is that right? You’re doing a good job of it.”

She made quick work of putting on the strap-on, clasping it around her hips with deft fingers. The material dug into the plush flesh of her hips and was probably a bit too tight, but she’d picked up on the fact that Jisu loved when she spilled over the straps a bit.

Jisu’s breath was coming in a bit ragged as Minhee got ready and it only got worse when she looked down at her and hooked her hands under her knees. Her breath hitched and her eyes went wide. God, Minhee could just devour her. “Are you ready, princess?” she asked, tilting her head. Jisu swallowed, her throat bobbing. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” she hiccuped. “I’m ready. Please. Please fuck me, unnie.”

Minhee inhaled sharply and dug her nails into Jisu’s thighs. “Fuck, jagi.” She could have made Jisu beg, but now she was getting desperate to see her fall apart too.

The sound Jisu made when Minhee pushed inside of her was enough to make her go entirely insane. She tossed her head back against the pillows and keened high in her throat, the sound becoming a little choked when Minhee pushed her legs back to fold her in half. She panted and whimpered breathlessly as she adjusted to the stretch. The corners of her eyes still glistened with tears. The sight made Minhee a little dizzy.

“Ready for me to move now?”

Jisu nodded rapidly. “Please, please. I need—need— ahhh!”

Minhee gritted her teeth as she snapped her hips forward, punching a loud, debauched moan out of Jisu. She didn’t give her a second to breathe. Her eyes rolled back, choked moans and breathless whines spilling from her parted lips. Her legs trembled. Drool ran down her cheek.

A bead of sweat rolled down Minhee’s temple. She felt closer to the edge than even the vibrator had made her feel, just from the sight of Jisu falling apart. “You’re so fucking perfect. The prettiest girl, holy shit.”

She thrust her hips harder and Jisu’s eyes went wide. “ Fuck— oh, fuck,” she gasped, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. The strength of Minhee’s thrusts had her sliding up the bed.

“Satisfied now that you’re all—filled up?” Minhee asked, breathless. “‘S that what my jagi needed? To be fucked like a slut?”

“Hnnng,” Jisu moaned. “Wan’ more.”

“More?” Minhee gripped her thighs so hard there would be bruises there later. The skin gave so easily under her fingers that they were probably already bruised. “You want more? Why—” she groaned as Jisu spread her legs more, allowing her to press into her more fully. “—why should I give you more?”

“ Unnie!” Jisu whined. “Please, please I—I’m good.”

She pouted at her from between her knees and Minhee went a little cross-eyed. She was weak, so weak for her. “Alright, I’ll give you more, then.” 

She hiked Jisu’s hips up so that her knees could hook over her shoulders and then she slowly slid out. Jisu held her breath. Minhee pulled out, inch by inch, until only the tip was left inside. And then she slammed back into her, her hips meeting her ass with a loud smack! 

Jisu’s mouth fell open and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh fuckkk— Min–unnie!” she moaned. The heels of her feet dug into Minhee’s back, pulling her closer. She was completely bent over her. She could feel Jisu’s breath brushing against her lips with every pant and when sweat dripped down her nose, it landed on Jisu’s cheek. 

“That–hah–that good enough for you, princess?” Minhee gritted through clenched teeth. Jisu only whined in response. 

It only took a few more thrusts for Jisu to start babbling again, senseless pleas and needy little moans tumbling from her lips every couple of seconds. “Please, pl-please unnie, gonna– mmm– gonna come, please!” she gasped. Minhee’s breath hitched and suddenly she was completely overwhelmed with Jisu’s sounds and how she looked beneath her, completely fucked out and desperate. So she turned her head to the side and bit down on her thigh. 

“Ow! Unnie!” Jisu sniffed. She pushed her hips forward, sucking the strap deeper. “Mean, so mean.”

Minhee laughed softly and leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Shh, maybe, you’re just too cute and too fucking sexy.” Jisu pouted, but her pout was wiped away as soon as Minhee continued her thrusts again. Jisu’s breath stuttered and she whimpered, back arching.

“Oh–I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”

Minhee stopped her thrusts all together and pulled out, leaving Jisu with nothing but the teasing stimulation of the dildo’s tip brushing against her wet folds. 

Jisu sobbed brokenly and slumped against the bed. “Please–” she cried. “Why’d you stop? I want to come.”

“You’re getting punished, remember baby?” Minhee said. She rubbed a soothing hand over Jisu’s tummy. “Just one more and then you can come. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and wait just a little longer?” 

Jisu’s face was already streaked with new tears but she nodded. “I–I can.”

“That’s my girl.” 

She let Jisu calm down for a bit longer, leaning down to press soft kisses to her mouth. Jisu melted against her, allowing their lips to move together languidly while Minhee’s hands ran up and down her body. Her skin was soft and clammy from sweat and so perfect Minhee could have touched her forever. But she did tell her that she would let her come eventually, so after another minute of kissing, she pulled away and got back into position. 

“Ready, sweetheart? Still want to keep going?”

Jisu smiled softly and wrapped her legs around Minhee’s waist. “‘M ready. We can keep going.” 

Minhee smiled back and gave her thigh a squeeze. “Perfect.”

She wet her lips as she slid back into her cunt. Warmth pooled in her stomach at how easily she sucked the strap and she felt the walls of her own hole clench around nothing at the slick sound it made entering her. She took a deep breath to ground herself. Jisu whimpered softly and looked up at her with pleading eyes and that was all she needed to start fucking into her again. 

This time her thrusts were slower, more calculated, but she still pushed deep, hitting at an angle she knew Jisu liked the most. It was just as effective as fucking her roughly because she couldn’t stay still or keep quiet, hips twitching with every thrust. She was so wet that slick dripped onto Minhee’s hips as it collected on the dildo. It made her mouth water. She’d have to eat her out again after they had rested. 

This time, Jisu reached her peak a lot faster. Soon she was writhing against the bed, the muscles in her stomach fluttering when Minhee rolled her hips. 

“Hnng–unnie please. I’m cl-close so close, let me come please.” 

Minhee smiled down at her, a little condescending, but still sweet. “I told you,” she said, “one more time. Then I’ll let you come.” 

The way Jisu cried out was music to Minhee’s ears. She let Jisu get right to the edge and just before she came, she stopped her thrusts all together again and pulled out, leaving her empty and aching. Jisu whimpered and cried softly beneath her, mumbling out how she wanted to come; “So bad, I need it, unnie.” Minhee sighed lovingly and kissed her calf.

“Shh, jagi, you’ll get to come now. You were so, so good.” 

“I was good?” Jisu asked, eyes sparkling. Minhee’s heart jumped. 

“Of course, so good, my princess.” She let her relax against the bed so she could rest for a moment and so that she could be at a better angle to kiss her. Jisu sighed against her mouth while she carded her fingers through her hair. “How do you want it baby? Want unnie to keep fucking you? Or do you maybe want my fingers?” She reached down between them and ran her fingertips over Jisu’s clit. The shiver and gasp she got in response was a good indication. 

“Can–can I have your fingers, please? Wanna feel you, just you.” 

A smile spread across Minhee’s face and she gave Jisu one last kiss. “Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want now.”

She sat up and quickly undid the strap and set it off to the side. They were definitely going to have to clean the sheets from how wet it was but that was something for later them to worry about. 

Jisu was waiting patiently when she got back between her thighs. Minhee was shocked she hadn’t even tried to touch herself, not even once. Maybe what she did at the restaurant had been enough bratting for one day. “I’m gonna make you feel so good now, okay?” 

From this angle, it was easy to lean over Jisu and capture her lips in a kiss. Jisu was greedy now, her lips parting immediately and her tongue flicking out to taste Minhee. She kissed her with just as much vigor, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. The wet smack of their lips together and Jisu’s soft moans when she licked into her mouth almost covered up the sound of Minhee’s two fingers slipping into her pussy. Jisu’s moan was unmistakable though, as was the way her hips kicked in response. 

Minhee grinned as she curled her fingers and Jisu moaned. She swallowed the sound down with a kiss, slotting their lips together so that any sound was muffled. When she began thrusting her fingers, Jisu gasped into her mouth and pushed her hips down to meet her hand. The walls of her cunt were hot around her fingers and velvety-smooth, and they sucked her in. 

A groan made its way up Minhee’s throat when Jisu clenched around her. “Fuck,” she mumbled. Her head was spinning—she was dizzy with arousal. “You take me so well, shit. So fucking good.” 

“Unnie,” Jisu whimpered, going a little cross-eyed. Minhee pressed her palm against her clit in response and curled her fingers. “Oh my–oh my gosh. Nghhh–fuck!” She grinded down against her palm, desperate for any stimulation she could get. Insatiable. 

Minhee was so wet between her own legs that it was becoming ridiculous. Jisu’s reactions to getting fingered alone were probably enough to make her come. Her pretty noises sent waves of arousal rolling through her body and the slick squelching sounds of her fingers made her lightheaded. 

“Baby,” she groaned. She spread her fingers and Jisu whimpered. 

“I’m getting—” she cut herself off with a desperate whine as Minhee pumped her fingers deeper. “Hnng—I’m getting close again.” 

Minhee could tell by the way she was clenching around her rhythmically and the way her kisses were turning into nothing more than pants against her mouth. “You can come whenever you want, baby.” 

“Thank you, thank you—”

Minhee started fingerfucking her with more vigor, sliding the digits in and out while Jisu grinded against her hand desperately. She squirmed against the bed and twitched with every curl of Minhee’s fingers and fuck. She was such a sight with her red, swollen lips and eyelashes clumped together with tears. Minhee could finger her like this for hours but she had a promise to keep. 

This time, Jisu couldn’t even warn Minhee. She tossed her head back, her pretty neck arching. The muscles of her stomach went taut and her hole spasmed around Minhee’s fingers, and then she was coming. Wetness spilled over her hand as Jisu trembled and her eyes widened. “Holy shit—”

“ Nghhh,” came Jisu’s weak response. Her juices ran down between Minhee’s fingers and dripped onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Minhee bit her lip. Jisu didn’t squirt often, so seeing it, feeling it, was otherworldly. She had to blink herself back to reality as she fingered her through her orgasm. Fuck, she wanted to take her apart endlessly. 

When Jisu finally came down from her high, chest heaving with her uneven breaths, she whined and covered her face. “Oh my gosh…unnie…I can’t believe I did that.” Embarrassment seeped into her voice and Minhee had half the mind to tease her, but she didn’t. Instead, she slipped her fingers out and brought her hand to her mouth. With a lopsided grin, she sucked her fingers into her mouth and licked between them. 

“Minhee!” Jisu exclaimed, incredulous. “Why would you do that?” 

Minhee giggled and flopped down beside her. “Couldn’t help myself. You always taste good. And I love it when you do that.” She ran her clean hand through Jisu’s messy hair and the younger sighed softly. 

“It’s embarrassing…” she mumbled. 

Minhee chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Nothing embarrassing about it. You’re adorable.”

Jisu gave a playful roll of her eyes and Minhee opened her arms as she scooted closer.

“We need to get cleaned up,” Minhee said. 

“Sleep first,” Jisu mumbled against her chest. “You made me go through three almost orgasms and—” her head suddenly snapped up and her eyes widened. “Minhee-unnie, I never made you come.” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout which Minhee quickly kissed away. 

“Shh, don’t worry. I came once earlier, remember?” She pressed another reassuring kiss to the corner of Jisu’s mouth. “Besides, I know you’ll make it up to me later, right? With this pretty mouth of yours.” She brushed her thumb over Jisu’s bottom lip, giggling when she shuddered. 

“You’re gonna make me horny again.”

Minhee cackled. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” She continued combing her fingers through Jisu’s hair and pressed her head against her chest. Jisu told her once that hearing her heartbeat after they had sex was always comforting. So she always made sure she could be pressed right up against her. 

“After we have a little nap and a bath, do you want to watch a Studio Ghibli movie with me?” she asked softly after a moment. Jisu nodded vigorously. Her hair tickled Minhee’s neck. 

“Mhm!” she agreed, voice muffled against her chest. 

Minhee smiled and bent her head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Studio Ghibli it is. I’ll get us some ice cream too.” Jisu made a noncommittal hum and kissed the side of her boob. 

“Sounds perfect, unnie.”

As they cuddled up together, Jisu dozed off, but Minhee’s mind began to wander. She'd discovered some things about herself earlier in the evening that she would have to explore later. But there was no way she would let Jisu ever realize the full extent of how affected she was. They both knew that Jisu's control had been entirely faux control...but as Minhee thought longer, she came to a question; Had it really? 

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Idk if you're taking any prompts for stuck safe right now but what about Elphie on top and Glinda doesn't last very long because of it lmao.

Whew this got out of hand, as per usual. I just can never write some quick smutty drabbles, they always end up being 5k. Thanks for being patient for this, my friend!

Read on Ao3 or read under the cut! (Warning: omegaverse/ABO smut)

Galinda knows she’s fucked up somehow because Elphaba is being too nice.

Her Omega is stubborn, and she almost always fights Galinda on every request, even little ones, even if only teasingly. Today, though, she’s agreeing with everything Galinda says, answering every question immediately, fulfilling every plea.

“Do we have to go right this clock-tick?” she asks towards the end of breakfast, fifteen minutes before their first lecture. “We can’t just take a moment more to relax before our brains are put to work for the day?” She says this, but she’s already starting to gather her things, because Elphie always insists on arriving to class early.

She nearly trips over the bench when her girlfriend merely shrugs and says, “Alright.” Elphie settles back into her seat and takes a book out of her satchel, as if preparing to wait for her.

Galinda’s not the only one shocked at this; Fiyero, Boq, and Nessarose are all glancing back and forth between the two of them apprehensively.

“Are… you two fighting?” Fiyero asks tentatively, waving his fork to point at them both.

Galinda would answer in the negative, except even she’s suddenly unsure.

Elphie answers, though. Kind of. “Does it seem like we’re fighting?” she asks without looking up from her book.

Fiyero purses his lips uncertainly, but Boq and Nessa speak simultaneously. “No,” Nessa answers as Boq matter-of-factly says, “Yes!” They glance at each other, then back to Elphie, hopeful for clarification.

Green eyes roll upwards. “We’re not fighting. Honestly,” she scoffs. Then, turning briefly to Galinda, she says, “Finish your breakfast, my sweet. I’d rather not be late.”

Galinda’s cheeks heat up slightly as the other three pairs of eyes all turn toward her. She gives a little shrug before moving to pick at the last of her food—it hadn’t been her reason for whining to stay, but she found herself complying anyway. Elphie simply reads until about five minutes later, when Galinda clears her throat and hesitantly says, “Um, okay, are you ready to go darling?”

“Sure, my love,” is Elphie’s immediate reply as she closes her book and rises from her seat.

Galinda had been half-expecting the Omega to say no, so she finds herself scrambling to follow. She glares at Fiyero as he mimics a whipping motion with his hand, but still turns and hurries to catch up to her girlfriend.

Two classes later, Galinda is struggling to pay attention and finds herself whining again, as per usual. “Elphieee,” she whisper-sings, “can’t I just use your notes to study? This is dreadfully boring.” She’s still scribbling along, because she knows her girlfriend will say no.

Except she doesn’t. “Sure, sweet,” she whispers instead without hesitation.

Galinda’s head snaps to look at her incredulously, expecting to see an eyeroll or a stern look. But no, Elphie barely spares her a glance as she continues her diligent note-taking.

“Rest your hand, love,” Elphie reassures. “You can look over my notes later.”

When her girlfriend doesn’t rescind her offer, Galinda slowly puts her fountain pen down and slumps back a bit in her seat. It’s… unsettling, the way Elphie just… agrees. She hadn’t realized before now how much their bickering banter feels like a cornerstone of their relationship; without it, things are too… quiet.

It goes on like this for the rest of the day.

Galinda forgets her pencil for maths, and instead of chastising her for it, Elphie merely gives her a spare. “Make sure to write neatly; Professor’s said he can hardly decipherate your scrawl.”

Galinda complains about wanting classes to be done so they can cuddle, and Elphie hooks a finger beneath her chin to pull her into a soft, languid kiss—in the middle of the cafeteria, in front of their friends. Aside from when they first (officially) got together, Elphie has never kissed her in public beyond a chaste peck—before patting her cheek. “That should be enough to last you for a bit. Now eat your food; we have sparring soon, and you’ll need your energy.” Galinda ignores Fiyero’s “whipped” joke, this time, too stunned and flushed from the sudden display of affection to care in the slightest.

It all sets Galinda on edge, a strange anxiety rising in her chest—no, not anxiety, but anticipation. Something has been up with Elphaba all day, and she has a feeling she’ll figure out exactly what when they get back to their room. The feeling is made worse by the fact that their last lecture separates them, so she all but runs to their dorm once class is dismissed.

She beats Elphie there; in fact, she could swear her girlfriend takes longer to get back to their room than she usually does, most likely because she knows exactly what she’s doing to her.

As soon as Elphie walks through the door, Galinda is speaking. “Did I do something wrong? Is Fiyero right—are you mad at me? If I did, I’m sorry—please just tell me.”

Elphie pauses in the doorway, lips parting slightly in shock at Galinda’s anxious interrogation. She recovers quickly, though, and gives a soft smile as she walks in and closes the door behind her. “No, my sweet, I’m not mad at you.” She goes to place her books down on her desk before walking over to the Alpha squirming uneasily in her seat. “And actually, you’ve been very good for me, today.”

Galinda perks up a bit at that, the praise combined with Elphie’s low voice sending a spark down her spine. “Oh?”

“Mmhm,” Elphie hums affirmatively as she walks up to her, stepping between Galinda’s knees. Galinda’s breath catches as green hands lift to tuck her hair behind her ears and cup just underneath her jaw on both sides. “Very good.”

...oh.

Galinda gulps, hands automatically moving to Elphie’s hips as she steps in close. Her Omega takes control sometimes, sure, but something about this—perhaps because it’s coming after such a strange day—feels different.

“Did you notice,” Elphie continues quietly as her thumbs stroke Galinda’s cheeks, “that even though I was giving you what you wanted all day, you still couldn’t help but obey me?”

“I—” Galinda starts to speak a retort but catches herself as she realizes—Elphaba’s right. Every time Elphie had gone along with what she’d asked for, she’d followed it with an order... and Galinda had just blindly complied. “W-why?” she breathes instead, confused about her girlfriend’s reasoning behind such a charade.

Elphie hums again as one of her hands trails down her neck, nails dragging lightly over Galinda’s throat and causing her to instinctively tilt her head to give her more room. “I wanted to try to give you a semblance of the control you like so much…” she presses her nails harshly into Galinda’s neck and drags downwards, making her hiss,“...before I took it away for the night.”

“Oh, Oz,” Galinda whimpers. She’s not quite sure what to do with herself, stuck holding Elphie’s hips with trembling hands because she so, so wants to see where her Omega will take this. She’s already hardening between her legs, and she knows Elphie can smell how turned on she is by that damned smirk on her face.

“That is,” her Omega says slyly, “if you’d like that?”

Galinda bites her lip to hold back another whimper and nods, not trusting her voice.

But Elphie digs her nails in again, making her gasp. “I need your words, my sweet.”

Oz, she was going to have her begging with less than two minutes of teasing. “Y-yes,” she says, trying to hold onto at least some of her dignity.

Her Omega has other plans. “‘Yes,’ what?”

Fuck. “Yes, please, I’d like that,” she breathes out all at once, face burning.

Elphie hums, satisfied. “Good girl.” Then, she brings down a hand to tug at the collar of Galinda’s shirt. “Clothes off, my Alpha,” she says teasingly before stepping back to start shedding her own.

Galinda, embarrassingly, scrambles to comply, shucking off her dress and shirt and undergarments until she is naked as the day she was born. Her dick is already fully hard and throbbing. She shivers as the cold air hits her flushed skin and waits—rather impatiently—as Elphaba takes her time to undress herself. Galinda’s hands twitch at her sides with the urge to touch her Omega, to help her remove the offending articles of clothing, but Elphie’s voice saying “good girl” rings in her head, and she stays seated.

So, she stares as more and more of Elphie’s skin is revealed, and she adores how confident her Omega has become in her own body, how she knows the effect she’s having on Galinda and very much takes advantage of it. Her hands linger, drifting across her skin whenever she removes another piece of cloth, the only sign of any shyness being the flush to her cheeks as she watches for Galinda’s reactions.

Galinda’s about to tear holes in her sheets with how tightly her fists are clenching them.

Elphie, now fully undressed, smirks at the sight and, curiously, walks over to Galinda’s wardrobe. “Lie back flat on the bed, my sweet. All the way, right in the middle, yes—good girl.” She instructs Galinda while she searches for and finds a sheer, pink scarf amongst Galinda’s things—one she’d briefly played around with while giving Elphie her first makeover.

Galinda’s heart thrums rapidly in her chest as Elphie climbs onto the bed and straddles her stomach, just below her ribs. She immediately goes to put her hands on those wonderocious green hips, but Elphie stops her.

“Here,” her Omega directs, bringing Galinda’s hands together so that her wrists press against each other. Then, with a heated look into her eyes, she starts tying the scarf to lock her hands in place.

Oh.

“Sweet Oz,” she breathes, which Elphie chuckles at.

“Still good, my love?”

“Hell, yes.” Her dick twitches as her Omega tightens the hold on her wrists.

Elphie full-on giggles, a rare sound that makes Galinda’s heart skip a beat. “How’s that?” she asks once the knot is tied.

Galinda tests it, tries to pry her hands apart and can’t, but it’s not uncomfortable at all. “It’s—good,” she chokes out, practically drooling in excitement.

Elphie nods and grabs her hands to kiss the back of her knuckles sweetly. “Now. What do we do if it gets to be too much?” She stares boldly into her eyes as she places feather-light kisses along one of her index fingers, moving toward the tip.

Galinda gulps before responding. “We—we tap three times?”

Elphie nods again before—oh-so-briefly—wrapping her lips around the very tip of her finger. She sucks lightly, darts her tongue out to brush against her skin. Galinda can feel her lips parting at the sight and sensation, can feel her cock pulsing unseen behind her Omega. Elphie sucks again before releasing the finger with a pop and says, “Exactly.”

She slowly brings their conjoined hands up above Galinda’s head, stretching out beautifully above her until their bare chests are pressed together and their faces mere centimeters apart. “Which means,” Elphie continues, “you have to keep your hands here. You won’t be able to reach me very well, for a bit.” Oh, Oz. “Knock on the headboard if you need to, alright, my love?”

Galinda nods frantically, only remembering to use her words when Elphie raises an eyebrow. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

Oh. That’s new. Elphie realizes it as well, her other eyebrow raising in surprise, but the smirk on her face tells Galinda that she likes it.

“Good,” her Omega says, closing the gap between them to gently suck at her bottom lip. Galinda can’t hold back a whine at the feeling. “Good girl,” Elphie continues before kissing her properly, then keeps speaking between kisses as she releases her hands and starts moving down Galinda’s body. “So good for me. My wonderful Alpha. Perfection.”

By the time Elphie reaches her hips, Galinda is embarrassingly sensitive. She places a kiss to the base of her cock, and Galinda’s hands clench into fists above her head. Elphie hums in amusement, and even just her breath ghosting over her hot skin has her hips bucking upwards.

Elphie tsks and presses a hand flat against Galinda’s lower stomach. “Stay still, my sweet. And don’t come until I say so.”

Galinda groans. “I’m—I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, to be honest.” She can’t tear her eyes away from the green hand that now moves to wrap around her length.

“I think you can be strong for me,” Elphie says lowly, placing slow kisses from where her hands sits up to the swollen tip. “Don’t you want to be good, darling?”

“Oh, hell and Oz.” She’s dying. Elphie’s going to kill her. The Omega raises an eyebrow, green eyes piercing as she mouths at the side of her cock. “Yes, I’ll—I’ll be good.”

Those beautiful green lips lift into a smirk before parting to wrap around her. Galinda’s whole body tenses with the effort it takes not to immediately bury herself completely in that wet warmth. She grabs onto one of the pillows behind her head to keep from reaching down to her Omega.

She doesn’t have to wait long though; Elphie’s apparently had enough teasing, because she squeezes the base and dips her head down until her lips meet her hand. Galinda throws her head back at the feeling of her tongue. “Fuck, Elphie,” she moans. She feels herself pulsing inside her Omega’s mouth, feels her hips twitching beneath the hand that holds them in place.

Elphie moans around her cock and squeezes the base one more time before removing her hand so she can swallow more of her. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and bobs her head, sinking lower inch by inch until Galinda can feel herself hitting the back of her throat. Elphie gags for a split second and digs her nails into Galinda’s hips to stabilize herself before taking her even deeper.

Oz, Galinda really isn’t going to last long. Something about the way her Omega takes control is just driving her absolutely wild. Normally, at this point, she’d grab hold of Elphie in some way to ground herself, but not having that option is sending her spiraling.

Elphie swallows, her tongue pressing along the underside of her cock before she takes a long breath through her nose and sinks all the way down. Galinda can feel her throat working around her, swallowing as Elphie adjusts to the intrusion. She sees a couple tears escape Elphie’s eyes as she gags again and—fuck, she’s so fucking close.

“E-Elphie, I don’t—” a whimper cuts her off as her Omega bobs her head up, then back down. “I need to—I can’t—” Oz, she can’t even get a full sentence out. Her vision is tunneling, thighs tensing, fuck she can’t hold it back—

Elphie quickly slides up and off of her cock, leaving it shiny with spit. Galinda moans as the cold air hits her, her hips twitching as her orgasm is denied.

“Don’t you dare,” Elphie says, voice raspy. “Not yet. Okay?”

Galinda takes a deep, shaky breath, closing her eyes for a moment to gather herself. “O-okay,” she says, though she really doesn’t have much faith in herself.

Elphie pushes herself up and crawls so that she’s straddling Galinda’s hips, hovering just above where Galinda needs her the most. “It’s a shame,” she says after clearing her throat. “I wanted to stay down there longer—but I want you to come inside me more.”

“Oh, Oz, Elphie,” Galinda whines. She feels as if she could cry with desperation. If she wasn’t so thoroughly turned on, she’d be very much embarrassed at how quickly she’s become so needy.

Elphaba wraps her hand around the slick shaft and positions herself over the tip, staring into her eyes brazenly as she slowly drops herself down. Galinda gasps, trying with all her might not to thrust upward or, Oz forbid, come instantly. She’s always loved Elphie’s praise, but she’s never craved it quite this much—she wants so, so badly to be good for her Omega.

It is very, very difficult to do so.

Elphie starts by lifting herself up, then dropping down further than before. Galinda holds her breath as she repeats this cycle until she bottoms out, completely filled. They both groan at the sensation. Galinda can’t hold back a thrust of her hips as she’s surrounded in Elphie’s wetness.

Elphaba doesn’t chastise her, but simply starts moving her hips to ride her, leaning forward slightly to press a hand to Galinda’s chest and prop herself up. Galinda’s hands twitch with the urge to pull her down into a kiss, to grab onto those hips and fuck her properly, but she fears Elphie will stop if she does so—and that is definitely the last thing she wants.

“You fill me so well, my sweet,” Elphie says breathlessly as she rides her faster, drops her hips harder against her. “You can—fuck—you can come when I do, okay?”

Oz, Galinda hopes that will be soon; she’s not sure how much more of this she can take. But she nods quickly and gasps out, “Yes—y-yes, ma’am. Fuck...”

Elphie moans loudly and scrapes her nails down Galinda’s chest in response before straightening up. She then leans back slightly, bracing her palms against Galinda’s thighs as she continues to roll her hips. Galinda’s eyes drop down, and she can’t help but stare at the sight of her cock pumping in and out of her Omega, slick dripping down her shaft and making Elphie’s thighs shine.

She can feel herself twitch and bites her lip. “E-Elphie I’m—fuck, I’m close, I can’t—” She’s so close. So close.

Nails dig into her thighs. “Not y-yet, baby,” Elphie warns, slowing her hips to a steady rocking motion before bringing one of her hands to rub at her clit.

Watching doesn’t help matters at all, so Galinda squeezes her eyes shut, desperately trying to stave off her orgasm. But Elphie’s having none of that.

“Look at me,” she says, squeezing Galinda’s thigh again. Galinda whimpers, but doesn’t open her eyes. “Glin.”

Her eyes shoot open at the sound of her pet name said so firmly, and she almost reluctantly looks back to her Omega.

“W-watch me ride you, my love,” Elphie says, walls fluttering around Galinda’s cock. “Just a little longer—y-you can do it.”

Fuck, but she really can’t. Galinda shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes now as she tries so hard to hold back. The sight of her Omega, on top of her, filled with her, flushed and wanting as she touches herself—combined with the actual feeling of being inside her, it’s too much, it’s too much.

But she has to be good.

“Elphie, I can’t, I—” a sob breaks free from her throat, she’s so close, so wet and warm, it’s right there, she’s so fucking close—

“Fuck, Elphie!” Her vision goes white as her hips buck upwards, fists white-knuckling the pillow behind her head as she empties herself into her Omega. She can feel pulse after pulse of cum leave her, spilling inside Elphie as each wave of pleasure washes over her. She doesn’t think she’s ever before had an orgasm so intense outside of her rut.

As her body comes down from her high, Galinda, panting, opens her eyes once more. All at once, she registers the sight of Elphie staring down at her with a raised eyebrow, the stillness of both her hips and the wet walls still surrounding her now-softening—oh. Oh, shit.

Elphie didn’t come. Galinda couldn’t listen, couldn’t be good, and now she’s come without finishing off her Omega.

Her face burnsas a few leftover tears fall from her eyes. She loathes this feeling, like she’s disappointed her Omega, left her unsatisfied. She practically starts babbling, saying, “N-no, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean—I tried, Elphie, I—”

Elphaba’s expression softens into concern as she leans down. She cups her face and wipes the tears away, shushing her softly before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “It’s alright, my sweet, it’s alright,” she says, pumping out soothing pheromones. She slowly lifts her hips until Galinda slips out of her, drawing a whimper from them both, and then lays her full body weight against her. She peppers kisses all over Galinda’s face and whispers the entire time. “I’m sorry, my love, it’s okay. You’re perfect. My wonderful Alpha. I love you so much.”

It doesn’t take very long for Galinda to calm down, only a few minutes, but she’s definitely a bit embarrassed after the fact. “I’m sorry,” she says in a near-whisper once she feels like she has more of a hold on herself.

“No, no, my love,” Elphie says as she lightly rubs their noses together. “I’m sorry. That was too much, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

Galinda bites her lip as she thinks about it all. “It—it was intense, but. Only because I’m so used to taking care of you, I think. I just didn’t want to... disappoint you.”

Elphie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Disappoint me? Galinda, you could never.”

“Well, I mean...” Galinda huffs, blowing strands of blonde hair out of her face as her cheeks burn. “The threat of it—it was part of what I liked, part of what made it so... hot, if I’m being honest,” she confesses. “I just wanted... to be good for you. I... very much enjoyed it. Frankly, I came so hard I think I nearly passed out. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, darling.”

Elphie breathes out a laugh at that, but her face is still filled with concern, unease. “Here, my sweet, let me—” she goes to untie the scarf around Galinda’s hands.

“No, wait,” Galinda says, pulling her arms up more so that Elphie can’t reach. The questioning gaze directed at her makes her heart skip a beat, but she continues. “Can I—can I taste you? Like this?” She wiggles her hands a bit.

Elphie’s lips part slightly, eyebrows raising as her own cheeks darken as well. “O-oh. Are you sure, sweet?”

Oh, she’s definitely sure. Galinda has to hold back a shiver at the mere thought. If she hadn’t just had one of the best orgasms of her life, she’d probably already be hard again. “Absolutely,” she breathes. “If you’d like that,” she tacks on, tone shifting to tease slightly as she can tell her Omega does like the idea.

Elphie bites her lip and studies her for a moment more, as if trying to make sure Galinda’s serious, but she eventually nods. “Alright.” She sits up and starts scooting her hips up toward Galinda’s face. “Move down a bit for me, love?”

Galinda wiggles herself further down so there’s more space between her head and the headboard, and then her breath hitches as Elphie is suddenly hovering directly over her face.

She’s drenched.

“Oz, Elphie,” she whispers, simultaneously thrilled at the fact that her arms are trapped and wishing that she could grab onto those beautiful green thighs. “All this for me?”

“Yes, well,” Elphie averts her gaze, blush spreading down her neck, “if you recall, I was rather close when I had to stop. And some of it is from you, anyway.”

“Fuck.” As Elphie says that, Galinda watches as a mixture of their cum leaks out of her. She swears her mouth is watering. “Come here,” she says lowly, and Elphie complies.

The taste of her is heavenly, especially combined with the sounds Elphie makes as Galinda’s tongue licks her over. It doesn’t take long before Elphaba collapses forward a bit, thighs shaking where she straddles Galinda. Green hands slide into her own, interlacing their fingers and holding on for dear life as she starts to ride Galinda’s face.

Galinda moans at the combined taste of their cum as she presses her tongue to Elphie’s entrance. The whines her Omega makes as she grinds down against her mouth make her dizzy as her thighs tense. She holds tightly onto Elphie’s hands as she devours her, licking inside her before moving up to wrap her lips around the Omega’s clit. Elphie shudders above her as Galinda sucks and licks at the sensitive nub, each breath releasing a moan or a curse.

“Oz, you’re s-so good, Glin,” Elphie says with a gasp. “Fuck—so good for me, my Alpha.”

Galinda whimpers against her and feels her hips twitch at the praise—and she surprisingly realizes that she’s getting hard again.

“I love your mouth, darling,” Elphie continues. “I want to—to come just like this.” Her voice pitches higher as she gets more desperate.

Galinda can feel the wetness covering her mouth and chin. She isn’t sure when exactly she closed her eyes, but she opens them now to look up at her girlfriend’s flushed face as she rides her. Elphie’s jaw is dropped down and showing that perfect gap between her teeth as her eyebrows pinch upwards. The sight makes Galinda groan as her hips thrust into the air.

That draws Elphie’s attention behind her, and when she looks back down to Galinda, it’s with an awe that makes the Alpha’s heart race. Elphaba removes her hands from Galinda’s own and immediately starts untying the scarf around her wrists. Galinda’s mouth and tongue still in confusion as her face scrunches up, and then Elphie is lifting herself up onto her knees, pulling away from her face.

Before Galinda can ask for her reasoning, though, Elphie says, “Touch yourself, my sweet,” and pushes on her hands.

“Oh, fuck,” Galinda moans before complying, sliding her arms beneath Elphie’s hips until she can hook one under and around a muscular, green thigh. The other hand immediately moves down to wrap around her cock, and as she starts pumping that hand, Elphie settles back down over her mouth.

Galinda licks her Omega’s wet, swollen pussy with abandon, moving back and forth between teasing at her entrance and swirling around her clit. That taste that’s distinctly Elphie floods her mouth, and they both moan together. One hand clutches desperately at Elphie’s thigh as the other slides up and down along her aching dick, still slightly sensitive from coming the first time.

Elphie, no longer able to hold Galinda’s hands for leverage, instead moves one hand to steady herself on the headboard while the other finds purchase in Galinda’s curls. She rambles on above her, saying how much she loves this, how good Galinda is for her, how she wants to come together. Her hips stutter against Galinda’s mouth as she clearly approaches the edge once more.

“S-so good, baby—make yourself come with me, my sweet, my Alpha, I’m so close... d-don’t stop, don��t stop, I’m almost—G-Glin!”

Elphaba coming apart is one of the most beautiful things Galinda’s ever seen; she doesn’t think she’ll ever tire of the sight, and that—combined with the fresh flood of wetness that gushes into her mouth and over her chin, the hand tightening in her hair, a precise squeeze to the base of her cock—is enough to make her come a second time. Galinda sees stars behind her eyelids as the tension rushes up her spine and explodes from her throat in a moan. She feels warmth splash onto her stomach and hand but barely registers it as she focuses on licking up as much of Elphie’s cum as she possibly can. Both of their hips twitch through their respective releases as they ride out their orgasms together.

She doesn’t stop moving her tongue until Elphie pats the top of her head three times. Galinda then releases her hold on the thigh trembling next to her head, and Elphie shakily shifts to move off of her. A green hand passes her a tissue from the nightstand and then comes to rest against her chest as Elphie lies next to her. Galinda wipes the mess of her cum off of her hand and stomach as best as she can. Once she’s cleaned up, she slides an arm underneath her Omega and pulls her close.

Elphie nuzzles the side of Galinda’s face, pressing lazy kisses to her cheek and jaw as she catches her breath. “I love you,” she whispers, “my wonderful Alpha. You did so good for me.”

She sounds completely spent, which only further lifts Galinda’s pride up from the depths to which it had fallen earlier. “I love you,” she says back, turning her head to kiss those perfect green lips. “I love you so much. So, so much.”

Another kiss, and this time Elphie draws it out, makes it slow and languid and licks at her lips until Galinda opens for her. She moans, assumedly at the taste of herself on Galinda’s tongue, and kisses her deeply until she’s satisfied and collapses into Galinda’s neck.

“Oz,” Elphie breathes.

“Just ‘Glinda’ is fine,” Galinda says coyly, receiving a light smack on her chest in return. Galinda can’t help but give a soft chuckle as she gently strokes along her Omega’s back. She hums and pulls her impossibly closer, bringing her other hand up to stroke at the dark braids atop Elphie’s head. “Next time, I get to tie you up,” she murmurs cheekily.

“Mm, whatever you want,” Elphie responds tiredly, nearly melting against the Alpha as she scratches lightly at her scalp.

Galinda chuckles again at the notion that her Omega has temporarily lost the energy usually reserved for arguing. It’s not the same as earlier; this time, there is a very clear reason for why Elphie is so agreeable. Galinda places a kiss to her forehead before nuzzling into her hair. She’ll always love their bickering and banter, but having her Omega slumped against her, fucked and satisfied, has to be one of her favorite feelings in all of Oz.

[steviespanties]

Billy fingerfucking trans!Steve's pussy telling him to be a good boy and be quiet, just for Steve to moan helplessly when Billy shoves his fingers into Steve's mouth and makes him suck off his own juices. He gets punished by Billy with that hand firmly closed over his mouth and the other slapping his clit and hole till it makes the most nasty, wet squelches and he comes so hard he sees stars.

[batondecannelle]

“I thought,” Draco says between kisses, “you were dead.” He nips sharply at Harry’s bottom lip. 

“Hnnn—” 

“You weren’t breathing, Harry. You didn’t have a pulse.” Draco traces a line of wet kisses along the line of Harry’s jaw and then sucking hard at the spot beneath Harry’s ear. Harry shudders and arches up, pressing into Draco, and Draco shoves him back down. 

“I just—just wanted—” 

“I don’t care what you wanted,” Draco says, his words hoarse. 

-

finally posted the last chapter of my drarry fic! :]

[lesbianoms]

I want an older woman who will call me over to her like I’m a dog. Not in a mean degrading way though. Like a genuinely enthusiastic voice and posture, with a huge smile on her face as she’s bending over and waving me over with both hands. I want that wealthy middle-aged white lady energy.

“Come here girl! Come to Mama! Here girl! Hereee!”

And when I dash towards her fast as fuck and practically knock her over when I jump into her arms, she just keeps praising me and giving me sweet forehead kisses and stroking my hair

“Yes!! Good girl!! Oh, such a gooood girl!! Yesyes, yes, who loves you?? Mommy loves you!! What a good girl~!!!”

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Fifteen: Temperature play - Seungmin/Changbin

Tags: handjobs, teasing, mild exhibitionism, light dom/sub undertones

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Seungmin was really glad Chan had rich parents. During the summer, he never had to question where he would live or where he would vacation because Chan and his parents always had something planned for him and all their friends. This summer, it was a retreat at some fancy house right near the beach. It was a perfect summer vacation spot, and the best part was, Seungmin didn’t have to pay for anything. 

The only issue was, it was hot. He was mostly fine with the heat, but his friend Changbin, was not. They were both sitting outside by the pool (a very large one at that), and all their friends were out doing something else. Seungmin and Changbin had decided to stay back and just chill, but Seungmin could already feel his irritation growing towards the older. Despite the fact that he had stayed partially because Changbin was staying. What? He had eyes and he knew that Changbin would likely be relaxing all day shirtless. Sue him.

But no matter how attractive he was, or how much Seungmin may-or-may-not have a crush on him, this was getting ridiculous. 

“It’s so hot,” Changbin groaned, complaining about the heat for the nth time. 

“You could go inside, you know,” Seungmin said back, rolling his eyes. “There is air conditioning in the house. You chose to be out here.” 

Changbin pouted as he fanned himself with a magazine. “But I wanted to be outside. And it’s not even cool enough inside. I just wish there was a breeze. Then it’d be so nice,” he sighed. Seungmin felt his eye twitch. 

“Why not go swimming?” Seungmin asked. Earlier he may have asked the same question just for the possibility that he could see Changbin with wet hair and water droplets running down his built chest and soft tummy. But no one had to know that. 

“ Because ,” Changbin started, his voice taking on a hint of a whine. “Then I’d have to get wet. And I’d have to get changed and that’s just too much effort.” 

Seungmin tongued his cheek and huffed through his nose. “Well, stop complaining then. If you’re not gonna do anything about it.” 

Changbin let out a gasp of mock offense. “Yah! Don’t speak to your hyung like that,” he said, waving his finger. Seungmin had to fight to keep his deadpan expression, a smile threatening to come out. 

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually my dongsaeng,” Seungmin said with a sigh. He stood up as Changbin made sounds of protest at his comment. Seungmin smiled smugly to himself as he turned to walk inside. “I’m getting a drink.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to tell Changbin what he was doing but he did anyway. 

He made his way inside to the abnormally large kitchen of the house and went to the cupboard to grab a glass. They had one of those fancy refrigerators that had an ice and a water dispenser that Seungmin had never had the pleasure of owning. He had to admit it was convenient though. He pressed the button on the ice dispenser and filled his cup up with exactly five ice cubes. He was about to open the fridge to steal the last of the lemonade when a lightbulb went off in his head. He looked down at the ice in his cup and the corners of his lips twitched. 

“It’s too hot, you say? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind being cooled down a bit then,” Seungmin whispered. He snickered and rather than getting a drink like he said he was going to, he filled his cup up the rest of the way with ice and made his way back out. 

This was probably the most childish prank Seungmin had ever come up with, but what was life without a little silly fun? He’d startle Changbin when he wasn’t paying attention by rubbing the ice on him. He’d get to hear Changbin screech and he’d get his revenge for having to hear Changbin complain about the heat for the last hour. 

To his great delight, Changbin was leaning forward in his chair, eyes locked on his phone as he scrolled through some social media Seungmin probably didn’t have. He tried not to focus on the strong muscles of Changbin’s back and the broadness of his shoulders as he walked over. Ogling Changbin was not his mission. 

He hovered behind Changbin for a second as he carefully got a handful of ice out of the cup, the slight twitching of his lips turning into a full-blown smile. The ice in his cup made a slight sound and Changbin glanced back at him. “What’s up?” he asked curiously. Seungmin couldn’t keep the smile off his face. 

“Oh you know…I just thought I’d help you cool off.” 

Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched in confusion. “Huh? How–”

Seungmin didn’t wait another second and instead of responding, he pressed his handful of ice to Changbin’s back. The contrast between the heat of summer and the freezing temperature of the ice would surely get Changbin to jump. 

And it did, but he didn’t make the sound Seungmin had been expecting. The smile on Seungmin’s face slowly melted as instead of screeching or yelping like Seungmin expected Changbin to do, he moaned. He outright moaned . 

Seungmin was frozen, Changbin was frozen. The ice slipped from Seungmin’s palm and slid down Changbin’s back, clattering on the ground. Changbin’s cheeks were already crimson and his chest was heaving. Seungmin swallowed as he watched Changbin lick his lips and clench his fists. “Um…that…” 

“You–” Seungmin started, scrambling to find the brain cells to respond. “Did you just fucking moan ?” 

Changbin went redder, the color spreading down his neck. “I—no?” 

Maybe it was the heat, maybe the weather was making him go insane, but something took over Seungmin and he scoffed. “Yes you did . I heard it. I put ice on your back and you moaned. Like definitely, one-hundred percent did.” 

Changbin wet his lips again and he curled in on himself a little bit. “Okay? And what? Are you gonna make fun of me, Seungmin-ah?” 

Seungmin could be mean, but he’d never be that mean. Besides, he had no desire to do that anyway. Instead, there was a growing pool of heat in his belly and all he wanted was to hear that sound again. “No. I’d never make fun of you like that, hyung,” he reassured him, voice soft for a second. But then his gaze darkened. “What I really want to know is if I can get you to make that sound again.” 

Changbin looked like all the gears in his brain had stopped working. First he went totally still and then his eyes widened, followed by his eyebrows raising. “You–huh?” 

“Tell me to back off and I’ll back off,” Seungmin said. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, but you’re really fucking hot even if you’re a little shit sometimes. And I want to hear you make those sounds again,” he restated. 

Changbin wet his lips, eyes still wide. “You–you like me?” he asked. 

“We can dig into it later,” Seungmin said, already feeling a little desperate. A little deranged. Changbin looked far too good, half naked and flushed, staring up at him with wide eyes. He was practically praying Changbin would say that he was okay with something happening now because he could already feel his shorts stretching uncomfortably. “But right now I need you to tell me. Is this okay?” He stepped up to Changbin and rested his hand against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He stroked his neck with his thumb and Changbin shuddered. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m good with it. I’m good with anything. I’ve–fuck you’re so hot Seungmin-ah I’ve always–” Seungmin didn’t let him finish his sentence, instead surging forward and capturing his lips in a kiss. Changbin gasped against his mouth and Seungmin smiled into the kiss at his response. He settled into Changbin’s lap and was pleased to find that Changbin’s cock was semi-hard underneath him. He gave a slight roll of his hips and Changbin whimpered. Seungmin’s head spun. 

The gentle grip he had on Changbin’s neck turned firmer as he kissed him, changing from a simple brush of his palm to a squeeze. Changbin moaned as Seungmin dug his fingers into the back of his neck. The sound went straight to Seungmin’s cock and in response he licked along Changbin’s bottom lip. His reaction was immediate, perfect, soft lips parting for Seungmin to thrust his tongue inside. He tasted sweet and a little citrusy, probably from drinking lemonade earlier. Seungmin moved his hand from Changbin’s neck to cup his jaw and he guided him to tilt his head so he could kiss him deeper. He felt like he was melting, sweat dripping down the sides of his face from the summer heat and the flames that Changbin’s kisses were igniting in him. 

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips. Seungmin took a deep breath as he looked over Changbin, who already looked completely debauched. It was clear he was hot too, judging by the way his curls were sticking to his forehead. It only served to make him look more attractive and fucked out. 

“Minnie,” Changbin whispered, licking his lips. Seungmin brushed his thumb over his bottom lip. 

“I thought you’d be a good kisser,” Seungmin mused. “Especially with those lips.” Changbin whined and it sounded like when Seungmin had pressed the ice to his back. The ice . What had started this whole thing. Seungmin smirked as he got an idea. “Stay there.” He moved off Changbin’s lap, ignoring his sounds of protest as he went to pick up the cup. Some of the ice had melted but there were still a few big chunks left. Perfect. 

“What are you getting those for?” Changbin asked, trying to mask his interest. 

Seungmin rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh come on. You know. You liked when I rubbed that ice on your back, didn’t you Binnie?” he asked, tone turning condescending. “I bet that’s why you were being so annoying earlier. You just wanted my attention. You wanted me to do something like this, isn’t that right?” 

Changbin’s mouth opened as he struggled to find something to say. Seungmin just laughed as he stood over him. “Cute. Your mouth was working so well earlier complaining about the heat. Can’t say much now, huh?” 

“I–I can!” Changbin managed to protest but it came out weak and whiny. Seungmin clenched his jaw. 

“Well, right now, there’s only one sound I want you to be making. And it isn’t talking.” He grabbed Changbin’s jaw and kissed him again, brief but deep. “I want you to sit back in this chair so I can take care of you. Help you cool off a bit. How’s that sound, hyung ?” Seungmin asked, tilting his head. 

Changbin gulped and nodded, leaned back so that his back rested against the back of the chair. Seungmin took a moment to admire Changbin’s sculpted upper body. His pecs could well be considered breasts by now and his arms looked like they could crush someone’s skull. They probably could. He loved how all his muscle melted into a soft tummy that gave way to a gentle fold as he sat back. Oh, Seungmin wanted to ruin him in so many ways. 

“I hope this is cold enough for you,” he said with a hum. He slipped a piece of ice into his hand and then pressed it to Changbin’s chest, just below his collarbones. A full body shiver shook Changbin to his very core and he bit his lip to hold back a moan. Seungmin frowned and used his free hand to tug his lip from his teeth. “This whole thing started ‘cause a little ice made you moan. I want to hear you, so stop that.” 

“But–but what if someone hears,” he said, looking off to the side nervously. 

“No one’s gonna hear. Everyone’s gone and they won’t be back for a bit. It’s just you and me, Bin. So relax,” Seungmin said lowly. He began rubbing the ice down his chest, eyes glued to how the melting water ran down between Changbin’s pecs. Changbin was already shivering even though before he’d been complaining about how hot it was. The contrast between the heat and the cold made anything he felt that much more intense. 

“You like that?” Seungmin asked. He slid the ice over the curve of Changbin’s pec and then circled his nipple with the ice cube. Changbin gasped and his back arched. 

“S’cold,” he muttered, already sounded breathless. Seungmin took a glance down and noticed the prominent tent in his boxers. He smirked down at him and rubbed the ice over Changbin’s nipple. Changbin inhaled sharply and shifted away from the cold but Seungmin grabbed his shoulder. 

“Uh-uh, I thought you wanted to be cooler,” Seungmin said. He tilted his head as he looked down at Changbin. He lifted his hand from his shoulder and cupped Changbin’s cheek. “Aish, your face is still so warm, hyung. You definitely need this.” 

Changbin exhaled shakily as Seungmin continued moving the ice over his nipple. The bud was hard now and goosebumps were beginning to erupt all over his skin. The ice was beginning to melt, cold water running down Changbin’s chest in little droplets. His chest heaved as Seungmin circled his nipple with the ice again and followed the motion by a flick of his finger. A moan spilled from his mouth and Seungmin grinned. “You’re so sensitive, Binnie-hyung. Who would’ve thought you’d be this responsive…” 

“St-stop making fun of me,” Changbin whimpered. 

“I’m not making fun of you. It’s cute.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Changbin’s ear. “And I like it.” 

More blood rushed to his cock when Changbin shivered and whimpered in the back of his throat in response. Fuck, he was going to be the death of him. 

The ice cube he had was melting, so he reached to grab more, this time grabbing two. Changbin held his breath as Seungmin looked him over. He took a second to decide what to do next, then pressed the ice cubes to both of Changbin’s nipples. His mouth fell open in a loud moan and his entire body tensed. Seungmin’s breath hitched when Changbin’s cock actually twitched in his shorts. “You have such pretty responses, hyung,” he said, trying to keep how affected he was out of his voice. But it was basically impossible with how hot Changbin looked and how pretty his moans were. 

He played with Changbin’s sensitive nipples a little more, crouching down so that he could start kissing Changbin’s neck. The way Changbin shivered and mewled as he pressed kisses to his hot skin ignited the sparks in Seungmin’s stomach. It was hard to tell if Changbin was shivering because of his touches or because of the ice Seungmin was sliding over his skin. Seungmin would be pleased with either option. 

“Never had someone so sensitive before,” Seungmin mumbled against his skin as he ran one of the ice cubes down from Changbin’s chest to his stomach. He felt the muscles contract under his hand and Changbin whimpered as another shudder wracked his body. Seungmin grinned and grazed his teeth over his pulse point before pulling back. 

Changbin’s nipples were red and a little puffy from the cold of the ice and his chest was shining in the sun from the water left behind from the ice. Seungmin could see the goosebumps all over his skin and his fists were clenched tightly by his sides as he tried to keep himself from shivering. “Please, Seungmin,” Changbin breathed, and Seungmin only noticed then how red and swollen his lips were from biting them. Arousal boiled hot in his stomach. “I’m so hard I–I need you to touch me.” 

Seungmin was going to pass out. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. “I’ve been touching you,” he said, acting oblivious. “Where should I touch you next?” Seungmin ran the ice up Changbin’s side and smirked when he moaned and his skin twitched. “Here?” He slid the ice over his tummy and grinned. “Or here?” He ran the ice over the outline of Changbin’s cock through his shorts and Changbin jerked, moaning wantonly. 

“Fuck, there!” he gasped, hips lifting off the chair to meet Seungmin’s touches. “There, there, please–”

“Well, you are asking so nicely. I’m glad you learned to use your words for something better than complaining,” Seungmin said. He dropped the ice he was currently holding, those pieces also having mostly melted away. There were only a few whole cubes left in the cup, the rest having melted in the sun. 

He hooked his fingers in Changbin’s shorts and tugged them down, arousal twisting his insides as Changbin’s cock bobbed up, red and so hard. Seungmin’s mouth watered. Changbin was big and thick and Seungmin probably wouldn’t be able to fit him in his mouth but he’d sure love to try. Maybe some other time. If there was another time. 

“You have a nice cock,” Seungmin said, kneeling down between Changbin’s knees. Changbin whimpered and his dick twitched, a small bead of precum leaking from the tip. “Cute.” Seungmin grinned, grabbing one of the last ice cubes and placing it in his palm. “This should really cool you off.” 

He chuckled as he wrapped his hand around Changbin’s cock, pressing the ice to the shaft. Changbin’s hips snapped up, effectively making Seungmin’s hand slide down, ice still pressed against his heated skin. High pitched moans fell from his mouth as Seungmin began pumping his cock. Even biting his lip couldn’t stop the litany of sounds that traveled up his throat with every twist of his hands. His muscles contracted and shook from the shivers going through his body, the freezing cold against him making it impossible to stop.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Seungmin muttered, biting his own lip. He was becoming very aware of his own hardness, his arousal practically painful at this point. Every sound Changbin made went straight to his cock. 

As he jerked Changbin off, he reached between his own legs and began to palm his own dick. The friction caused him to moan softly and that seemed to make Changbin react even more strongly to the next flick of his wrist. “ Nghhh fuh-uck, Seungmin, Seungmin, ‘s’too much,” he moaned. The muscles in his thick thighs tensed along with his tummy. Seungmin groaned, slipping his hand into his own boxers. 

“You can take it,” he said. He rolled the ice over the tip of Changbin’s cock and he cried out. His fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles were white. 

“I ca-can’t–hnnggg, Seungmin , Minnie, please,” he whimpered. Seungmin hummed, not trusting his own voice at the moment. He twisted his hand down Changbin’s shaft again and then moved to play with his balls, running the ice over them. Changbin keened and Seungmin bit his lip, pumping his own cock faster. 

“You gonna come for me, Binnie?” Seungmin asked, his voice hoarse from arousal. Changbin whimpered in response, nodding his head. 

“Mmm–mhm,” Changbin managed. Seungmin licked his lips and grinned, going back to running the ice over Changbin’s cock. 

“Alright then, come for me.” 

“Ohh fuck, fuck.” Changbin didn’t need to be told twice, his hips thrusting up as Seungmin’s ran the ice along the underside of his cock. He spasmed and cum spilled from his cock, covering Seungmin’s hand. Some of it hit Seungmin’s face and he groaned, speeding up the movements of his hand on his cock. “Wan-wanna see you come,” Changbin stuttered, his voice small. 

Seungmin groaned and closed his eyes as he pumped his cock. “Fuck–shit, you have no idea how hot you are.” He didn’t even realize how close he had been, so it didn’t take much longer for him to come all over his own hand. 

He was panting when he finished and entirely too hot. The sun was beating down on him and Changbin was looking down at him, dazed. “Wow,” he mumbled and Seungmin chuckled. 

“Wow is right,” he agreed. He stood up on shaky legs, cringing a little at the fact his hands were covered in cum. “Hey…how’s a cold shower sound?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk. Changbin’s cheeks reddened. 

“Uh…maybe keep it a little warm.”