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Heaven and Hell // (Stranger Things) S.H. x reader x E.M. smut

requests: @ami-is-hungry -- Omgg okay- hear me out-- So, we're at a party y'know we have been dating Steve for aaa few months, and we're not really into parties like that so we invite our best friend Eddie the hot Munson. Steve gets jealous and boom threesome?? jkjk unless 😩✨

@ anon: PLEASE CAN WE GET A THREESOME W EDDIE AND STEVE!! I BEG YOU I NEED IT SO BAD

a/n: you ask and you shall receive!! I had a lot of fun writing this and thank you both for sending in the request as I really needed it to get back into the writing game- also saying that I haven´t written anything in ages and I haven´t written any ST stuff since... season 2 came out??? so I might be a bit rusty. none the less, I hope you enjoy!! Also, in my mind, Eddie´s closest friends (aka reader) call him Munchy, so yeah, that will be coming back in any other fics i write i think. Also plot might be a bit iffy, but let´s be real, no one is here for that.

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word count: 6022

warning: jealous boyfriend!steve, female reader, drugs, drinking, smut (characters are 18+, minors DNI!) -- mmf threesome, blindfold, sex under influence, unprotected sex (no-no), oral (f/m receiving), hair pulling, one ¨slut¨, face sitting, cum stuff. no specific dom/sub dynamic but Eddie kinda takes charge, it just kind of happened.

Big black shape with eyes of fire Telling people their desire - Black Sabbath

‘Oh god, what is Munson doing here?’ Steve muttered into your ear. You sat next to your boyfriend, practically on his lap and entangled in his limbs, while sipping some stale beer from a red solo cup. Then, at the sound of your friend’s name, your head spun in the direction of the door, where you could see his uncombed mop of hair stick out above the masses of hairspray and gel.

‘I invited him,’ you said matter-of-factly, waving Eddie over. Steve’s eyes bulged in confusion.

‘What? You… invited Eddie the Freak Munson? Why?’

‘Because he’s my friend and now, besides you, the only person I can actually stand in this shithole.’ You got up from the couch to hug Eddie. His arm wrapped themselves around you in a tight and warm embrace that felt nothing but like homely comfort to you. It was a gift which he was very generous with to others.

‘I’m so happy you could make it, Munchy.’ You said mid-hug, squeezing him a little bit tighter.

‘You know I can never say no to that gorgeous smile, M’lady. And the number of people I could score a deal with here, I’ll be able to feast for weeks!’ With his arm still around your shoulder, he looked in search of a new investment, someone looking for a good time. Then you also noticed he was carrying his, to say the least, iconic black toolbox under his arm.

‘Alright, let’s break this up, shall we?’ Steve got up from his seat, popping his head between you and Eddie, pushing you slightly apart. ‘Let’s not get too comfortable, yeah, Munson?’

‘Don’t worry, Harrington, I’d never dare steal this lady from you.’ Eddie’s smirk didn’t go unnoticed by you or your boyfriend, which probably wasn’t helping the situation. You had known for a long time how jealous and overprotective Steve could get– well, you had heard about it from the girls he had dated in the past, yet never had experienced it first-hand yourself, as you had never found yourself in a situation where Steve would have felt threatened. Indeed, you had never expected this to finally happen with your best friend. The idea alone was ridiculous.

‘Yeah, well, we’ll see about that, ok?’ Steve grabbed you in an embrace, stating his position clear to everyone, specifically Eddie.

‘Whatever, man.’ Eddie rolled his eyes, then looked at you, ‘you’re still up for it later?’

‘Mhm, totally.’

‘Later? What’s up later?’ Steve, already feeling three steps behind, looked at you for clarity, so you explained it.

‘Was going to go outside for a bit, smoke some of Eddie’s good stuff… you can join, of course. If you’d like to.’

‘Sure.’ Steve didn’t even hesitate. He glared quickly over at Eddie, who giggled behind his hand at the thought of Steve Harrington smoking a joint for, what probably would be, his first time. He told you he’s meet you out back later after he’d make some sales with the people on the part. So, already looking forward to catching some fresh air, you took Steve by the hand and led him out to the backyard. It was surprisingly empty, with most party-goers still inside the house. You found two declining garden chairs and pushed them into a far corner of the garden, where you would be less likely to be disturbed.

Steve sat down on one chair, and you were ready to sit on the other, but he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you down to sit on his lap.

‘Hey there, sailor,’ you kissed his cheek.

‘I’d really prefer for you to not call me that anymore.’

‘Hmm, I know but “sailor” is so much better than “home video man”,’ you giggled.

‘Oh god, stop.’ Steve groaned, but you kept coming up with job titles to call him, even when he started leaving sloppy kisses across your exposed skin.

‘Rental boy?’ He kissed your neck. ‘Hmm, I can’t come up with anything better. So, sailor, it’s.’ Steve’s mouth moved down to your collarbone, which peaked out of your shirt.

You weren’t sure how far you would have taken it on that garden chair if it wasn’t for the voice you heard behind you.

‘Don’t mind me, you two,’ followed by a flicker of a lighter and an orange spark of light.

‘Shit. Eddie, sorry.’ You pulled away from Steve and wanted to get up to face Eddie, but Steve had different plans, keeping you fastly seated on top of him. With his arms around you, you had nowhere to go.

‘No, it’s fine. I had voyeurism on my try-out list anyway,’ he put a neatly rolled up joint between his lips, flicking the lighter on again. The flame lit up his face as he hid it from your vision with his hands, needing to protect it from the soft wind blowing around you. The flame caught on and burned the tip of the joint. It already had a strong smell, but the smoke that Eddie blew out only made it spread out faster and with more intensity.

‘You’re disgusting,’ you laughed and watched Eddie let himself fall onto the other chair next to you. He then winked as he took a long drag of the joint.

He exhaled and was finally able to speak. ‘Mmm, you know it, baby, whoo!’ The smoke came out with his words, and he cheered for the effect it already had on him. You didn’t want to miss out on any more of it and took the joint out of his hand. Steve had not said a word yet, but you felt his eyes on you as your lips touched the rolled-up paper. The smoke filled your lungs quickly, slightly painfully, with the overcoming burning sensation that you had grown to love so bitterly.

Not wanting to let the smoke out, you couldn’t talk, just hum to get Steve’s attention.

‘What?’ He tried to ask, but you were quicker with pressing your lips onto him. Like that, you let the smoke travel between you. Knowing it would be the only way for Steve to get high and not pester you with complaints afterwards, it was a strategy.

‘Oh shit,’ he coughed after you let go. ‘That is disgusting.’

‘Just let it do its magic, Harrington,’ Eddie put his arm behind his head as he looked at the dark sky above you. The stars were mostly hidden behind even darker clouds, but some shined through. Steve coughed a little bit more.

‘Shit, Steve, I’ll go get you some water.’ You would get up, but Steve didn’t let you go.

‘No, I’m fine, y/n. It’s fine.’

‘Ok, then I’m gonna get myself some water.’ You pulled his hands away from your waist and got up, quickly striding back inside. You found some water bottles in the fridge in the kitchen, grabbed three, and walked just as quickly back. With the only two people you were interested in talking to sitting outside, you had no business staying in the room. You wanted to get out of there before some drunken asshole started to talk you up, or someone would spill their drink on you.

You managed exactly that and got back outside to find the most unusual image. Steve and Eddie passed the joint between themselves, giggling like two school girls.

‘What did I miss?’ you asked curiously, handing them their own ice-cold water bottle. Steve immediately started drinking his, but Eddie filled you in on the last few minutes.

‘We were just talking.’

‘About?’ You decided to sit on the ground. The freshly cut grass smelled so much better than the grass being smoked up by the three of you.

‘You.’ Steve said, which made you raise an eyebrow, so he added: ‘and how pretty you are.’ It really took him that fast to be out of it, huh? You couldn’t help but laugh. There was no way those two idiots had just spent the previous five minutes gushing about you. Well, maybe Steve, but why would Eddie…

‘No, it’s true,’ Eddie said, nodding lightly and handing you what was still left of the joint. ‘You’re like… insanely hot.’

‘Dude!’ Steve said, ‘that’s still my girlfriend you’re talking about.’

‘Yeah, believe me, I know.’ Eddie kept his head up on his knuckles. You couldn’t tell if the hazy smile came from the drugs or something else. You also started to feel that “insanely hot” comment slightly too literally as your face heated up. Hearing Steve compliment you as he does was still something you weren’t wholly grown used to, but now Eddie was sitting next to you, looking at you the way he does with those big brown eyes of his, not to mention the weed was hitting all the right spots… you were getting dizzy.

Or maybe you had inhaled it for too long because suddenly, you were coughing. Finally, one of them unscrewed the cap of your bottle, and you downed the contents.

‘Fuck- thanks,’ by your own voice, you had still gone a bit sore, but at least you weren’t choking on smoke any longer.

‘Are you ok?’ It was Eddie who asked; he had come off the chair to sit on the ground next to you, his hand on your shoulder. His face was full of concern. Steve had the same expression on his features, just a few feet away. And then he registered Eddie’s position next to you, and some anger overtook him.

‘You see she’s fine, Munson. Back off.’

‘I’m not doing anything, man.’ Eddie laughed, and his words were echoed by you: ‘he’s not doing anything, Steve. Calm down.’

‘I want to but it’s really hard to do when this guy wants to fuck you this bad.’

‘Woah! Woah! Woah! Take a step down Harrington!’ Then, as if you were burning up, Eddie jumped up and stepped back. ‘No one– there is nothing– No.’

‘We’re just friends.’ You went in to defend your best friend. Here it was; Steve’s jealous side was showing its true colours.

‘I believe you, y/n.’ Steve said, ‘it’s the Freak that I don’t trust.’

‘Steve,’ you weren’t enjoying where this was headed and wanted to break it off before it would go too far and someone would get seriously upset. But Steve’s words didn’t have that effect on Eddie, apparently. He laughed, actually.

‘No, it’s alright, y/n. I get it. I would be jealous too if I had a girlfriend like you, an unmatched ego without any skill to please a woman.’

Steve didn’t hesitate, nor did he waste a second to get up and press himself up against Eddie. They were ready to fight, you could tell as you were trying to pry yourself between them and keep whatever was happening in check.

‘Guys–’ you tried, but it all fell on deaf ears. There was only one other thing you thought of, but it felt ridiculous to say out loud, and it had a significant chance of making things even worse than they were, but the drugs were working their natural magic on you, and your verbal filter was shut off for the moment. So, you said that slightly intrusive thought when it popped up in your brain.

‘So prove it!’ You shouted while both of them were yelling something vague about being really good in bed. Those three words coming from your mouth were enough for them to halt their silly fight and look at you dumbfounded.

‘What are you talking about?’ Steve asked.

‘You’re both trying to outdo the other and you’re both saying how great you fuck, so… prove it. Both of you. Fuck me.’

‘No way.’ ‘Okay.’

They glared at each other at the sound of the other one’s answers.

‘What do you mean, “okay”?’ Steve said.

‘What, are you too pussy Harrington?’ Eddie was probably taking a greater enjoyment out of annoying Steve than he would have by having sex with you. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, and it only grew in size as he got under your boyfriend’s nerves.

‘Seriously, cut it out.’

‘I’m just following the lady’s orders, man! Can’t say no to lady!’

Steve looked at you, then at Eddie. Then back at you. He sighed slowly and wildly exaggerated before rubbing the bridge of his nose. ‘What exactly did you have in mind, y/n?’

‘I– hadn’t actually thought that far ahead,’ you admitted, ‘just thought… you guys could figure it out. So play nice and fair, and all that, figure out your own problems amongst each other.

‘And what? You would just be… doing what, exactly?’

‘Enjoying myself.’ you couldn’t keep back the smile on your face. How ridiculous it sounded; you kind of wanted it to happen now. Steve and Eddie were standing in front of you, looking at you with most likely very similar thoughts running through all your heads. Or, you hoped that while you were thinking of what they could do to you, they were thinking of what they would do to you.

‘This is insane. Actually insane.’ Steve suddenly turned around and started talking to himself. ‘I can’t believe I’m— and you’re ok with this?’ he faced you and looked you dead in the eye. The lump in your throat went down slowly, but you nodded.

‘Say it. I gotta hear you say it.’

‘Yes. I’m perfectly ok with it, Steve.’ You both looked at Eddie, who seemed, then confirmed, not to have a single issue with this plan.

‘Ok,’ Steve let out another sigh. He was about to say something before changing his mind quickly. ‘Actually, no, can you give us a moment,’ he asked Eddie and then took you by the hand and led you a few feet away from where you were standing. It wasn’t the actual privacy, as Eddie could still most likely hear what you were talking about, more so the idea of privacy while you discussed everything.

‘Right, so, seriously, what was you idea for this?’

‘I really had not thought you’d consider it, Steve,’ you laughed out of nerves, ‘I mostly just said it so you wouldn’t beat each other up. There’s no need for you to break your nose. Not again.’ That got a little smile out of Steve, but it faded with his next question:

‘This isn’t some weird scheme to just hook up with Eddie, is it?’

‘Now I want to punch you. No, Steve it really isn’t. I would have so many more and easier ways to hook up with him, and you wouldn’t even have had to know.’

‘Ok, well… wait, what?’ There had been a slight delay in Steve’s mind. You had already been walking back to the chairs when he let your words form entirely. You blew him a quick kiss.

‘Everything figured out there?’ Eddie asked when you came back.

‘Mostly, I think.’

+++++++++

You were the first one that walked upstairs. Everyone knew Steve, and Eddie stood out in his own little way, so you were the most inconspicuous of the three of you. You looked around the upstairs corridor and searched for an unoccupied and reasonably clean room. It felt wrong to be scouting for a sex room in a stranger’s house, but the adrenaline and the weed were taking over your morals that night.

The last room on the left had a made-up king-sized bed and a dresser in it; the unpersonal touch in the interior indicated to you that it was, in fact, a spare guest room, the best possible out of all them.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, ignoring the nerves coming up inside. Should you get undressed or let them have that fun? Was sitting like that ok? Or maybe they expected a little show? You had no idea what to do.

Then there was a soft knock on the other side of the room. Nervous, you jumped up to open the door yourself and, to your surprise, both men were standing in the corridor, even after you had decided it would be best for them to come in separately to not draw in any nosy bastards that were also at the party.

‘We were thinking,’ Eddie said while stepping inside the room, already making you regret leaving the two of them alone for the second time that night. ‘And we want you to put this on.’ He showed you the bandana that he had hanging from his jeans.

‘Don’t worry, it’s clean.’ He added and handed you the piece of material. It was soft and, indeed, looked clean.

‘What am I supposed to do with it, exactly?’

‘Nothing, really,’ Steve came up from behind you and took the bandana. He gently draped it in front of your eyes and tied it by the two ends behind your side. ‘It’s just for you too look pretty.’ His words send shivers down your spine. They wanted to blindfold you. Take away an entire sense for the night that would most likely end up in a lot of overstimulation.

‘We thought this would make things a bit more fair,’ Eddie sounded much closer to you than initially, his words whispered right into your ear. ‘Besides, it would calm Harrington down knowing you’re not only with him for his boyish charm and looks.’

That pulled a laugh out of you that Steve probably took slightly personally. But if so, he didn’t let that be heard. His hands, for you’d recognise his touch at any time, moved over your body as he spoke. ‘We’ll undress you now, alright, sweetheart?’

‘O-ok.’ you didn’t know where the shake in your voice was coming from.

‘And as we keep going, we’ll ask you how you feel, so it’s important you be honest with us, got it?’ Eddie was on your other side; you felt like your little Devil and Angel were talking to you, except both were absolutely filthy, and neither had much pureness in them planned for the night.

‘Yes.’

‘Good girl. Keep it up just like this.’

You didn’t know if Eddie was talking about the blindfold or your willingness to give into them. Then, both of them took a step back from you. The light was dimmed in the room, so you couldn’t see anything from behind the blindfold even if you tried. With one sense taken away from you, you tried to focus on everything else, and you could hear them shuffle around a bit, but it wasn’t possible to figure out which one of them had positioned themselves on your left and which one on your right.

A cold hand reached out for you, making you shiver from the suddenness. They moved slowly over your body before reaching for the buttons on your shirt. It was Steve’s shirt actually, an old one you borrowed before going to the party. You had been at his place, too lazy to head back to your own house to change. Never in a million years had you thought then that you would be being undressed by Steve and Eddie four hours later. The shirt was pulled off your arms, and you could hear it fall to the ground in a corner. It was thrown back there. Then either of them made a start on taking off your trousers. It was a slow, fumbly and awkward process, making you giggle as it went on, but the kisses he (whoever he in this scenario may have been) left down your leg as he pulled your jeans down made your laugh just that little bit shakier.

You were left only in your underwear then. There were moments when you could have sworn it sounded like more clothes were coming off, but in the darkness, everything got more confusing, and you couldn’t be certain of anything.

‘I really hope I’m not the only one getting naked,’ you asked nervously. They didn’t respond, verbally at least. Instead, they both took you by the hand and guided you forward. Then you felt it, two chests, skin soft and much warmer than the icy cold hands that had teased you earlier and were still holding on to you. But they let go soon after, leaving you to explore what was in front of you on your own. So you did; moving your hands up and down, you could feel both men had taken their shirts off.

Your hands moved down, expecting some kind of layers, but nothing was left. A soft belly, a hip dip– ‘Oh god, I’m sorry,’ you pulled your hands away when you realised what you had just touched.

‘It’s ok, baby,’ Steve reassured you. You took a deep breath, but it only got harder to breathe when Steve whispered his following words: ‘did you feel how hard I am for you?’

‘Yes,’ you whimpered. He was still standing there. Too far to actually be touching you, maybe just an inch or so, but you felt his presence near you. A warmth radiating off his body onto you. His breath on your shoulder. You wanted to look into his eyes, kiss him, but that wasn’t what the guys had planned, it seemed like, so you stayed put.

‘Are you gonna fuck her, Harrington, or are we just gonna stand around?’ evidently, Eddie was getting restless.

‘Way to ruin the surprise there, Munson,’ Steve groaned. Right. They didn’t want you to know who was doing what to you. That way, you’d be able to “judge” fairly. Without knowing who was doing what, you’d be able to say what felt better without feeling the need to be partial to either of them.

‘I’m sorry, was the surprise to bore your girlfriend to sleep? Is that the “freaky” shit you two are up to without me? Jesus,’ he sighed out the small curse. Then he, you assumed it was Eddie, at least, guided you over to the edge of the bed. You sat down on the mattress while the guys shuffled around a little bit, and the idea of them trying to figure out a position to stand in while naked was quite amusing to you.

Then, Steve said from the other side of the room: ‘y/n, why don’t you lie down for us, baby.’ And so you did, already anticipating what would come next– and you could feel the anxiety through your entire body. Waiting for either of them to finally touch you.

And one of them finally did. Soft and slow kisses on your thighs as hands kept you steady between him. He spread your legs gently but still let his lips trail over your legs, teasing you effortlessly.

‘Please,’ you said after what felt like an eternity. ‘I need you.’ You hoped that by saying this, you would find out who your torturer was, but not a peep came out of either man. It was a confusing situation, not being able to see the man that was pleasuring you the way that “he” was. You wanted to be able to praise them, tell them properly how much you enjoyed it, and for selfish reasons, you wanted to see it happen. The image of one of those incredibly handsome men worshipping your body– but all you saw was pitch darkness.

‘C’mon, please,’ you tried again, and it was slightly more successful this time. Your panties were pulled aside, and a little puff of air blew over your sensitive skin, hitting the nerves of your clit. And then their fingers, you still didn’t know whose fingers they were, but the feeling of them on you felt like a little piece of heaven. Maybe it was Steve, which wouldn’t surprise you– he always loved to take his time with you and use you as his little plaything– but perhaps had Eddie taken off his large rings to not give himself away too quickly. But, as much as you wanted to use logic to figure it out, it was too much. You couldn’t concentrate on figuring out who the person hovering above you was when their fingers were moving over your soaked slit.

They moved faster, rubbing circles, then slowed down, and then moved deeper with each tender stroke until you felt him stretch out your walls. A moan escaped you, too loud for your own liking. Not ten minutes had gone by, and you were already giving them this kind of satisfaction… but how could you not when they fingerfucked you so well. He sped up with each moan you made.

‘Oh my god,’ the heat that overtook your body could have come from plenty of reasons, but it was most likely the feeling of that perfect mouth between your legs. At this point, you didn’t even want to ruin the mystery, and instead of grabbing at their hair, you reached for a clump of the sheets to drag your nails over.

Apparently, that disappointment in action was shared because the person taking care of you quickly reached for your hand and placed it on top of their head. Your fingers immediately rooted themselves in their soft hair. Soft, long… different from what you were used to…

‘Fuck, Eddie,’ you moaned and, being able to say his name, slightly untied the knot in your stomach. ‘I’m- ah, fuck.’ The blindfold had little effect now, so you pulled the material off your face with your free hand. The light in the room, still dim, wasn’t blinding but took a moment to get used to. But once you did, you were greeted with the gorgeous image of a pair of deep brown eyes looking up at you, his casual smirk temporarily occupied with your slit as he sucked on it, pulling another moan out of you.

You looked around for Steve and didn’t need to search far, as he had taken a seat in the chair in the corner, his hand on his dick, and his head was thrown back.

‘Steve,’ you called out your boyfriend’s name as casually as you could while another man was eating you out. He immediately met your gaze, surprised to see your eyes uncovered. He had probably made his way over to you in less than a second, perhaps thinking you were in pain or some other discomfort, ready to help.

‘Babe–’ You didn’t let him finish his sentence. Instead, you opened your mouth and looked up at him as innocently as you could.

‘You’re gonna be the death of me,’ Steve chuckled, getting on top of the bed. ‘Absolute menace.’

‘You know it,’ you winked, and at that moment, Eddie decided to insert his fingers back into you. You moaned, looking down at him in a bit of confusion.

‘I’m feeling left out,’ he said with a faux pout.

‘I’d never forget you, Eddie.’ the smile on your face was already becoming more and more sheepish, but the fire in your stomach was far from getting blown out. Precisely because of this, you got up on your knees, startling both of your men, and sat up.

‘Something wrong?’ Eddie asked.

‘Not at all,’ you patted the spot on the mattress next to you for him to sit, and as soon as he did, you kissed him. It felt very peculiar but not wrong in any way to kiss him. The fact that Steve was right behind you didn’t shoot any alarms either, unlike you had expected it to. It should have made you feel off that you were making out with Eddie, but the worries evaporated out of your mind once you felt Steve’s hands on you, and he started kissing your neck from behind. While you cupped Eddie’s cheek in one hand, your other moved down to stroke Steve’s length, and it didn’t take long for him to moan out against you.

In the meantime, Eddie was growing harder by the second. Finally, when you looked down, you saw his dick against your leg, tip painfully red.

‘Mmm, ok, how do we want to do this, boys?’ you straight up asked them, knowing they would have their own preference to what to do. Meanwhile, you just wanted that hollow feeling between your legs to go away, not really caring who would be the one to do it.

‘I’m sure Harrington wouldn’t appreciate me using up your pussy the whole night,’ Eddie slapped his hand lightly over it, making you jump, which in turn made his smirk resurface. ‘Besides, I’ve sort of fallen in love with that mouth of yours.’ He took your lower lip between his teeth, pulling just the slightest bit before letting it go and saying, 'an’ I’m dying to find out what else it can do.’

You looked over at Steve, needing to be sure he was fine with it since he hadn’t said much. You made eye contact, and he smiled his lovely grin.

‘Are you ok with this?’ He actually asked you, ignoring your unasked question to him.

‘Absolutely.’ Your eagerness was undoubtedly high and didn’t go unnoticed.

‘Alright, calm down there,’ Steve chuckled, slapping your ass playfully, ‘I don’t think you want to show Munson just how much of a slut you are, right of the bat.’

‘I think we’re way past that point,’ Eddie joined in, and you rolled your eyes at both of them, and not wanting to continue this teasing of yours, you decided to take small control of the situation. You got down on all fours without saying a word, facing Eddie. That shut them both up fairly quickly.

Steve was the first to take action, putting his hands on your hips and aligning himself at your entrance. He loved to take his time going in, and while it usually killed you, you had a view to look at this time. The time that Steve took to tease you, you spent teasing Eddie. Fluttering your eyelashes every now and then at him with a sweet smile, biting your lip, all that dewy stuff guys drool over. You didn’t really have much experience with other guys, so you stuck your tongue out like Steve liked. It was just a bit too far to reach Eddie. Now, you would lie if you said you didn’t want him there and then, but sometimes waiting it out just a little bit could make things better.

Eddie, in the meantime, started to clump up your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He was careful and very gentle, ensuring that he didn’t pull too hard (yet) on a loose strand of hair or didn’t lose any of it from his grip.

‘Steve, please,’ you needed him to hurry up, already knowing that you were practically dripping for him.

‘You heard the lady, Harrington. Get a move on.’ Eddie’s dark eyes were practically black at that moment, filled with the need for you.

‘Don’t tell me what to do, Munson,’ Steve groaned, finally letting himself slide inside you. He did it in one swift move, stretching you out. And once that happened, he didn’t waste a second and started to move with all the strength he had in him, and through that, he managed to hit your deep spots with every thrust. His hands dug into your sides, and the way his hips met yours through his movements, you knew you’d get sore from it in the best way possible.

But Steve definitely, maybe purposefully, made it hard for you to stay up on your hands and keep your head up for Eddie.

It was like a chain reaction. First, Steve would thrust into you, and in all that ecstasy, you’d moan around Eddie’s cock, which would send all of those vibrations like electricity through his entire body. Then, either as a treat or punishment for it, he’d pull that ponytail he had worked so hard on to keep neat. He’d pull your hair, and you would tense and squeeze around his length. And just like that, in the perfect little circle of it all, Steve would respond with his pretty moans.

‘Fuck baby, you’re doing so good,’ he panted, slowing down. Eddie, however, kept up his own rhythm. It was sloppy, and you couldn’t imagine it was attractive at how he made you drool, but he kept going, hitting the back of your throat.

‘So… good,’ Eddie responded to Steve’s earlier statement. A tear rolled down your cheek, and he was quick to wipe it away with his thumb. He cursed under his breath when, once again, he managed to hit the back of your throat and make you gag. His grip on your hair tightened even more, and to add to it, Steve started to slow down his movements. Slow down, but he used all his energy to make you feel it with each move. Slow, but hard and precise. They were both close; you could feel it.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Eddie, being new to your body and limits, pulled out.

‘It’s fine, Eds,’ you smiled at him and opened your mouth again for him. He hesitated, looked at you, then at Steve, who must have given him some kind of green light that you couldn’t see from behind you. But it wasn’t enough for Eddie, who still looked for another confirmation in you.

‘Come on, Eddie, I know you want to do it.’ You licked his tip, and it was almost enough for him to burst. Then, while Steve pushed out his last strong thrusts, Eddie spilt inside of you. Maybe it was what Steve had been trying to hold on for, as he didn’t come much later. It was by far the dirtiest moment in your life, being filled up by your boyfriend and best friend, taking in their cum like it was made for you.

Finally, they slowed down to a moment of halt. Some of Eddie’s cum spilt out of your mouth, and the realisation hit you that you were in a stranger’s bed, who would probably not be very excited at the image of those strains on their covers.

‘Ah shit, wait,’ Eddie moved away and jumped off the bed in the direction of what you presumed to be the bathroom. Steve then took on his usual “caring boyfriend” role and helped you lie down comfortably.

‘Did you cum?’ Of course, those were the first words that came out of his mouth.

‘Steve-’

‘Did you?’

‘Honestly, I don’t know. I was too occupied with the whole “two dicks inside of me” situation.’ That was probably the dumbest way you could have phrased it, but because of that same situation, you were too tired to think and sound more poetic.

‘You didn’t, did you?’ His eyes saddened immediately at the idea of neither him nor Eddie actually managing their goal. But as quickly as the spark disappeared, another kind of glint emerged in his eyes. ‘C’mere.’

‘What?’ You looked and sounded confused as he tried to pull you up.

‘Just hold onto the frame.’ He shuffled down the mattress to lie down. ‘I’m promising you, you’re not walking out of this room until you’ve come… at least twice.’ He wanted to make it up to you, clearly.

You sat up like Steve told you to, laughing to yourself, with your legs on either side of his face. The sound of your laugh was already plenty of fuel for him to get going again, and it all started again with a kiss to your core. Steve wanted to prove a point, and he was sure as hell gonna do it well.

‘Round two already?’ Eddie had just walked out of the bathroom, cold and wet towel in hand just for you and the sight that greeted him was of you sitting on Steve’s face. Something he had not prepared for but now would never want to forget. You tried to reply, but Steve was much too distracting. You were mid-moan when Steve said from between your legs:

‘This is still round one, man.’ And Eddie didn’t need to hear another word. He was just as ready to make it up to you for the rest of the night.

The End

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BANG IN THE MIRROR. | M.FUSHIGURO.

OCT 22ND. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + MIRROR SEX.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. a girls day out with nobara has you blowing up megumi’s phone with pictures of you in the cutest, tightest, shortest dress he’s ever seen—and after a few more sinful messages, your dress makes its debut in your boyfriend’s private show.

ৎ୭ wc. 6304.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + bimbo!reader, praise!kink, slight!iexhibitionism, sexting, orgasm control, body-worship, fingering, bondage, cum-play, cum-eating, mirror sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. ree it’s friday again! today i bring you a fic featuring my sweetest boy, i hope you all enjoy! apologies for my absence this week, i hope you’re all safe and well <3

ৎ୭ now playing. cyber sex - doja cat.

the night started, with a text.

megumi’s barely paying attention when a text under your contact of ‘sweet girl’ rolls through. it’s all in lowercase and there’s one of those heart shaped emoticons stuck right next to your name— one that he knows you’d put down yourself because he’d never do that on his own and he’d never have the heart to change it, even though your contact sticks out like a sore thumb in his recent calls and texts, against the sea of capital letters and full names.

megumi barely looks as he opens your chat, phone in one hand while he quickly jots down notes with the pen you’d gifted him in his other hand. it’s kinda funny how much of you resides with him even while you’re apart— nobara having stolen you away today for a girls trip to the mall, giving the dark haired male time to study something else aside from your eyes, your lips, the curve of your waist…

he had time to focus.

except for now when his gaze slips to your text, lighting up his screen, reading the words without a second thought, a smile playing at his shiny lips just thinking about you.

sweet girl ♡ at 5:59PM - i thought of you when i bought this, do you like it gumi? the colour reminded me of you!

is how you caption your text, an image following it merely seconds later. megumi’s brow raises as he watches the grey circle over the blurred picture, waiting for it to load before it’s revealed to his eyes. eyes the shade of midnight blue, with twinkling stars woven between cobalt flecks roll to the back of his head when the sorcerer catches the view of your body in the mirror, draped in a dress the same colour as his eyes and strands of his hair, that shows off your figure perfectly.

megumi groans when you send another shortly after, abandoning his pen to hold his slender phone between both hands— zooming into the picture the dress hiked up high over your hips while you bend over in the back shot, showing off just how short the article of clothing is, how easily he can peek up it to snag a view of your white cotton panties— the ones he likes, the ones with the lace trim and ribbon in the middle that he likes to run his lips over.

just the thought of running his hands over your dress laden curves, slipping them up your thighs and dipping his fingers into your sweet ruined underwear is enough to pull fushiguro away from his studies— barely focusing as his cock jumps up in interest— brought to life by the sight of you.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:02PM - don’t tease sweetness, you know i don’t like that. you know i have to study |..

he shoots you a reply— a warning more like as he tries to cool off, thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache in his semi-hard cock. but now the vision of your perfect lips, glossed up and pouting zaps through his mind, which only serves to turn megumi on even more. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he took a study break, touched himself a bit to get rid of the tension— his finger dips under the collar of his sweatshirt to let some of the heat off of his body, hips grinding into his desk seat before his phone lights up with another text from you.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:03PM - why? what’s the matter gumi?

sweet girl ♡ at 6:04PM - do you not like it? should i take it back? :(

sweet girl ♡ at 6:04PM - nobara said you’d like it on me :(

“fuck,” megumi curses into the deep of his room, already palming his growing erection from over his sweats. fuck, does he feel bad because it’s not that he doesn’t like the dress on you...it’s that he likes the dress on you a little too much— his tip already smearing precum against the inside of his pants, dick bobbing up and down as he views the pictures of you again. he doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings, you’re sensitive and sweet, a little airy in the head— which he adores but megumi can’t bring himself to say that he likes your dress so much that it makes his dick wet. you’re too cute, too sweet for that.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:07PM - typing…

‘no baby, you look gorgeous… i love it on you. you know i love you in blue.’ is what fushiguro wants to text back, but he barely has another chance as more media from your end rolls through.

this time it’s a video of you positioned with your legs spread in the mirror, your fingers and manicured nails dance down your body teasingly—tugging off the flimsy spaghetti straps of your dress, pulling down the fabric over your breast and hiking it further up your hips to reveal more skin to your boyfriend’s eyes. eventually you hit the waistband of your panties, snapping them against your hips as megumi would to make yourself squeak his name before you push them against the wet spot forming on your crotch— the wetness of your core defining the shape of your folds. nobara must be out of the room because you’d never send a video as filthy as that with her around.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:11PM - i wish you were here so you could see the dress up close, i think you’d like it better, ‘gumi!! :( </3

megumi swears he almost loses his mind, pulling out his cock to tug it along with the seconds of your video, biting on his lower lip, gritting his teeth— too horny to even think about forming a proper reply. the rough pad of his thumb pushes into the slit at his tip, causing the sorcerer to his needily, gripping his shaft with his fist shortly after as he fucks up into it. he doesn’t bother to type out another text, choosing to show you instead as he snaps a photo of his cock dribbling thick precum down his knuckles— almost turning them an opaque white.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:13PM - i really like your dress, baby. i fuckin’ mean it.

the sorcerer collapses forward, elbows steadying him in his desk while megumi jerks off into his hand as if it were your panty clad pussy. you’re quick to reply this time, so fast that he almost misses it in favour of making himself feel good, watching your video again.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:13PM - can you show me how much you mean it? :(

megumi doesn’t hesitate, scrambling and fumbling with his phone to take a video of him palming himself— his tip angy red and dick pulsating with blood flow as he repeats the process of fisting it before squeezing his base so more of his arousal beads at his cock head and drips to his floor— wet slapping sounds carrying the audio for the video.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:19PM - come over :(!!!

you type back and megumi drops his study session in a heartbeat— throwing on a hoodie to sprint over to your dorm, not caring if nobara could possibly be around.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:20PM - unlock your door, see you soon baby.

the sorcerer says, tucking his wet cock into his sweats before heading out.

that’s, of course, how you ended up like this.

with megumi in yours and nobara’s dorm, his hands roughly pushing their way around the front of your pretty powder blue dress with your back pressed against the sweltering heat of his chest, sitting behind you in the mirror— his fingers, which are hotter— toy with the swell of your breasts, pressing the rough pads of his fingertips into the flesh where they meet your ribs and making goosebumps rise across the plains of your skin. “how come you’re so pretty for me, huh sweet girl?” he whispers into the shell of your ear, kissing your pulsepoint before using his lips to push the strap of your dress over your shoulder.

the fabric falls away easily revealing more of your skin marked with scars and beauty marks telling the stories of your life and then megumi’s hand reaches up to cup your cheek— tilting your gaze until it locks on the mirror. “never met anyone who’s as beautiful as you are, in every sense of the word,” your boyfriend continues to rasp as his lips drag across your flesh, small kisses placed into the crook of your neck as you watch him explore your body in the mirror. “i love these sweet tits,” he coos, cupping them both and catching your reflected eyes— only this time, his thumb slips over the bud that’s naked, circling your areola before pressing down on your nipple in a way that sends flashes of heat across your face— giving the same treatment to your other, clothed breast. “love how soft they are, how they bounce when i fuck you,”

“i love…” megumi’s grip cascades down your sides, pinching at them until soft whimpers echo throughout your dorm room. his touch is like the kiss of a thousand suns, warm and welcomed against you and it makes your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your head up toward the golden rays from your boyfriend. your head falls back on his shoulder and you relax for just a second before he slaps down hard on your breast— the pain shooting through your body and making you moan out loud.

“the way they bounce when i slap them.”

your eyes shoot open, brimming with saltine tears as your boyfriend positions your face so that your eyes settle back on him in the mirror. “gumi...that was mean, that hurt…” you simper through pouty lips.

“oh i’m sorry sweet girl, didn’t mean for it to hurt that bad...just wanted to show you how much i love this darlin’ body of yours,” he coos to you, massaging the sore spot on your chest and giving the hot fleshy mound a squeeze. megumi’s hand continue their journey further south of your body, finding themselves at your doughy thighs as he rubs smooth circles into your skin, groaning at how the meat of your thighs part just for him. always for him. “gonna let me play with your princess parts, angel? gonna show ‘gumi how pretty they are?”

you nod shyly, lust buzzing beneath your skin and shooting through your veins while you watch yourself spread wide for him in the glass mirror— your hands, tinier than your boyfriend’s, pull up the hem of your cute blue dress until megumi can see the soft material of your underwear— the groan he lets out bouncing within the cavity of your chest and sending vibrations straight down to your core. “gumi, gumi,” you say, breathless as you push your face into his chest, trying to look away as more of the treasure between your legs is revealed to his darkened azure eyes in the mirror. “i-i’m…’m wet down here ‘cause of you, w-what if i ruin my pretty dress?”

megumi chuckles lightly, letting you take his hand and guide it under your outfit before he looks to the mirror to watch your face light up with euphoria when he presses two fingers down against your soaked crotch. “‘cause of me?” he mumbles, stroking your clit as you leak even more, defining your folds even more with how wet you are. “well then i’ll have to get you so many new dresses then, huh pretty girl? as many as you want, just so i can see how fucking beautiful you look in them all.”

“please ‘gumi, wan’ that,” comes your gentle response, hips bucking up into megumi’s fingers as he continues to play with your pussy from over your panties— only parting from you to push them past your waist band and curl his digits past your entrance.

“i know you do, sweet girl, can feel it with how wet you are down here,” the sorcerer begins the slow stroke of his finger tips against your squishy insides— your entire body jolts at the new pressure on your g-spot, thighs quivering and attempting to close around his fingers as they fuck you open. megumi scissors them, stretching your hole for his cock, mouth filling with saliva as he pulls your panties to the side and watches you clamp down on him in the refracting glass. “look at you baby, god this pussy’s so perfect, love playin’ with her.”

fushiguro starts to slur, the spit on his tongue intertwining with each of his words as he picks up the pace of his fingers brushing against your insides, curling into a come hither motion as your juices gather between your puffy folds and darken a spot on your underwear. you’ve writhe, hips jutting upwards into the seat of your boyfriend’s palm to push your clothed clit against it and you claw at his shirt and his sweats just to bring yourself back down to earth.

megumi makes you a mess, even as you tear up from pleasure— keeping your gaze locked on yourself while he works your princess pussy from underneath your clothes, makes you watch as your own essence gushes down your thighs and gathers at the seat of your ass— his slender fingers reaching deep inside of your squishy insides, causing dirty and lewd noises to ring out into the sex tainted air, accompanying the salacious whines you let out.

you hiccup and blubber, leaning back into megumi’s chest as he takes your clit between the tips of his fingers— eyes half lidded as your glistening cunt chases his hand in desperation for some relief. you’re always so gorgeous, always so good and just for megumi. no matter how many times he’s seen you like this, mourn hanging open with strings of saliva breaking aw from its roof, your skin lined with a sheen of sweat and your little puckered hole drooling— he can’t help but commit the vision to memory. in the mirror his gaze locks onto the way his fingers pump in and out of you, memorising the ridges on your silken walls and the spots that make your entire body twitch.

your eyes roll back, darling gems disappearing into your skull as your pussy leaks molasses over his hand and wrist, selfishly locking him in. “megumi, megumi, gumi!” you whinge pathetically, chest heaving from beneath the mussed fabric of your dress. “‘m gonna...need’ta—!” you squirm in megumi’s everlasting grip, he’s keeping your hips in place with his arm across your middle and appearing your thighs wide with a large palm, hazy eyes trained on your soaked panties. you keep squealing, filling megumi’s mind with your pretty squeals and squelching cunt, the pads of his fingers bearing down harshly against your stimulated walls, pushing and pulling against your tiny hole— burning your insides like a solar flare.

but megumi’s eyes and stare are as cool as the night, like the air that laps at your swollen folds when he gathers the crotch of your panties between them— using the material to rub roughly at your puffy clit. “you’re my perfect girl, baby,” he laments breathily, teeth tugging at your earlobe while your body heats up, sweating beneath your dress that clings to your every curve and dip and perfect imperfections. you’re so beautiful it makes him hard, makes his cock jump at how you moan and drool your mouth and your pathetically clingy sex. “perfect girls get to cum, but you’ve got to hold it for me sweet girl, can you do that?”

the sorcerer whispers to you sweetly, increasing the pace of his fingers as they twist inside you, occasionally pulling out of your slick entrance. your stare finds megumi’s in the mirror, eyes dazed and full of love that could maybe be mistaken for tears while your hips stutter along to the speed he’s set for pleasuring you.

“‘m s’close, ‘m so close, g-gumi i can’t hold it...it hurts!” you gasp needily, hips running and pussy gushing, a steady flow of your nectar staining your doughy thighs and the floorboards below.

“hold it, baby. do as you’re told for me, yeah?” fushiguro grunts, feeling you spasm around his slender digits, your thighs beginning to tremble as you teeter towards the edge of release. “fuck, sweet girl, you’re so pretty like this, look so good when you’re about to cum, with your body shakin’ like this f’me. i know how you get, a darlin mess and you can’t control yourself, makes me wanna play with you even more,”

you feel your walls tremor from his nasty words, your whole body instinctively lifting higher as you grow closer and closer to cumming. megumi paws at your body, whispering ‘i love yous’ into your ear at every part of your flesh that he pinched, filling your tummy with explicit desire from his praise.

shaking your head, you grip the skirt of your dress until you feel your nails digging into your palms— fighting the urge to let go of it all. “but megumi—!” you blubber petulantly, tears streaming down the apples of your cheeks as your panties soak through, allowing both you and megumi to see your slick folds in the mirror.

“oh i know, sweet girl, i know. it hurts so good, doesn’t it? promise it’ll feel even better if you hold on a little longer, okay?” he tells you, tone deep and almost mocking as he pulls his fingers out of you to tap down on the length of your slit, watching your body jolt in the glass. you trust megumi, your whole body does so you do as he says and try to wait, clenching down hard on him every time he enters your creamy sex and looking to him in the mirror for reassurance. each time you do, you earn yourself a loving flick to the clit and a curl of megumi’s fingers until they press down on that spongy spot inside of you. “there you go, that’s my good girl,”

“‘m gumi’s good girl, gumi’s good girl!” you chant as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and speeds up his fingers, mouth falling open with yours and mocking your moans.

megumi hums in agreement, the vibration tingling in your sex as he thumbs your clit. “‘course you are, always are. go ahead and cum for me baby,” he says to your reflection, smiling with love as you stop fighting your orgasm and let go. your body convulses against your boyfriend’s lean fram, dopamine flashing across your brain while technicolour ripples behind your eyes in new forms— fushiguro cups your chin, forcing you to look at yourself as reach your peak, slapping down on your pussy to guide you through your high until you clear streams squirt from your mound— making your panties see through and soaking your dress.

continuing to slap down on your cunt, megumi hums contently into your neck. “good girl, good girl...look at that, your princess pussy came so much, gumi’s so proud of you,” comes his praise which sends a pleasant wave over your body as you collapse against him, a shaking mess. he pulls his fingers from your heat, bringing them up to your lips— knowing that you know just what to do. weakly and tentatively, you lick at megumi’s slick stained digits— flushing with arousal when he starts to do the same. you make out over his fingers, tongues sliding past each other as you clean his hand of your gooey essence. “love how sticky you get for me sweet girl, love how good you taste even more,”

fushiguro groans, leaning forward to capture your lips in a chaste kiss before pulling you back into his lap— painfully hard cock grinding into your ass over your drenched dress. “megumi,” you sigh as you break the kiss, connected to the sorcerer only by a string of your swapped spit. “you’re so hard! doesn’t that hurt? don’t you wanna cum too?” you ask cutely, still trembling from the aftershocks of your high.

“i do sweet girl, wanna cum for you so badly. ‘cause only you make me feel good,” megumi murmurs to you breathlessly, as you throw it back into him—trying your hardest to get him off. his eyes drop to the curve of your ass and how your dress sticks to your peach-like cheeks but he can’t help but hug you to his chest, pushing your panties to the side, scrambling to push down his sweats far enough so that he can push his tip through your sopping folds. you twitch, hips stuttering as you circle them over megumi’s cock, listening out for the lewd squelching noises that sounds from your sexes pushing against one another in a passionate dance. “you’re so good baby, just like that, yeah?”

the sorcerer’s fingers dig into the skin at your waist, pulling you back into him every time juts up— finding solace between your puffy folds, arousal clinging to every vein on his shaft, mixing with the fat and weighty drops of precum oozing from his slit. he reaches between your wet and parted thighs to hold is dick against your cunt as you slide back and forth over it— both of you panting with sweat licked skin, megumi’s cheeks flushed with exertion and the need to be inside of you as he watches you give him a pussy job in the mirror— steam collecting on the glass from your antics.

you grind down on him hard even though you’re sensitive from your last orgasm, hole fluttering every time megumi brushes past it, occasionally dipping the bulbous head of his cock past your tight entrance just to tease you. “‘gumi! quit teasin’ me! can’t make you cum like this when… when y’distractin’ me!” you pout angrily into the mirror, brows furrowed adorably as you work yourself in your boyfriend’s lap, spilling your juices about the place and staining his sweats until you’ve left a darker patch where his dick is— only giving megumi an inkling suspicion of you trying to get yourself off on him again.

“sweet girl, don’t be selfish,” the volume and tone of megumi’s voice drops an octave until you can feel it— baritone and like chocolate, vibrating through your slick bodies. “i don’t think i want to cum without having been inside of you, wanna wait until i can cream this princess cunt of yours, so pretty, so warm,” he practically moans, midnight orbs filling with lust as he watches his angry red tip peek out from between your deliciously thick thighs— fushiguro kneads them together hastily; brain fogging up like glass as his hands start to ravage your body once again. he lifts on of your arms behind his head, giving him better access to grope and suck on your breasts from over your dishevelled darling cornflower blue dress— darkening the fabric by several shades as his saliva gathers over your pebbled nipples. “fuck, i love touching you up like this,”

he groans against the swell of your breast, his free hand drawing shape at the curve of your waist before he lifts you off of his cock— a defiant squeal echoing from between your cherry bitten lips. “but megumi,” you say for what feels like millionth time that evening, even as you squirm and clench within his grip. “wanna cum again, wanna cum on your cock— please!”

“and you will,” the sorcerer rasps, grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it a few times before he positions it against your entrance. “just hold onto that little orgasm f’me, okay? you want it to feel as good as last time right?” you nod weakly, head rolling back to rest on megumi’s shoulder as he breaches your silken walls, bathing his shaft in all that you give him— the stretch makes your cunt clench and thighs threaten to snap shut but the stare your boyfriend gives you, the way he looks at you like you’re a forbidden fruit or the rarest treasure in the world makes you stay spread open in front of the mirror. “you always do so good for me baby, all dressed up. you know i love it when you dress up pretty for me, you know i love you.”

your eyes water, from pleasure or love you’re not too sure—they’re often found to be two in the same. especially when megumi sets a tone to his hips, jutting his cock right up against your womb. your boyfriend is longer than he is thick, most of his weight residing in his balls that press against your ass as he keeps you in a full nelson-position, your knees are spread either side of his, giving you the perfect view of your pretty pussy impaled over his dick.

“i love you ‘gumi,” you blubber, feeling the full tip of his cock bump against the ridges of your juicy walls— every time he pulls from the warmth of your core, a light sheen of your mixed arousals coats him. “i love you s’much!”

your senses burn with affection for your lover as his own gaze burns right back into you through your reflections— you feel dizzy with how much you desire and crave him, thrusting back down on megumi with every push and pull of himself into your tight, creamy heat. “love you more, you’re my sweet girl, don’t forget it,” he grunts to you over the gentle slaps of his skin against your own, hands wandering once more and searing the prints of their fingertips wherever they went— leaving blooming marks underneath your dress that he’d later apologise for.

the door to your room is left wide open as megumi fucks you hard— not that you’d notice, too focused on the way his brutal pace causes the straps of your dress to slide down even more, makes your juices splatter against the floorboards beneath your bodies dancing passionately in the mirror. you can’t help but wail at the sight, losing your mind and no longer caring about the ifs or buts of someone walking in— not when megumi makes you feel this good, fills you up with every part of him and bullies your sensitive insides despite how badly you need your next release.

“you’re so loud baby, it’s almost like you want someone to walk in— have your roommate see your pretty pussy while i fuck it in this dress,” comes megumi’s low, bristling gripe, making you choke his dick from dirty words. “that’s what you want, right? of course it is, i can feel how you clamp down on me, can even see it in the mirror, keep watchin’ that little princess cunt for me as i stretch you out, okay?”

“uhuh,” you say mindlessly, doing your best to keep watch even though your eyes keep crossing and the room is spinning with ecstasy. fushiguro grins, shifting to his knees and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs to lift you up and down on his cock just by sheer strength. you feel his abs contract with every drop and lift, his dick hitting the spongy spot inside you that makes you drip more of your sweet nectar.

megumi hums, sweat lining his brow from exertion. “c’mon sweet girl, be my good girl and give me an answer,” his azure gaze hones in on your reflection, shining orbs mesmerised by the way your tits sway with his sinful combination of thrusting into you and controlling the bounce of your body. “you’re whining so loud, had so much to say over text, tell me.” you can’t answer him, too brainless and fucked out to form words, only jolting to life when megumi claps a hand down against your sensitive slit, pushing you closer to the edge. “do you wanna get caught, bein’ fucked like this, in your pretty dress?”

“y-yes!” you cry out, voice hoarse and pussy throbbing around megumi’s slick dick. your hips burn from thrusting down and holding back your orgasm, so you have no choice but to slump against your boyfriend’s chest and watch as he takes you in the mirror. “‘m tired gumi…”

“i know good girl, c’mere, wanna give you somethin’,” fushiguro lets your sore legs down gently until you’re both kneeling on the floor in front of the mirror, keeping his dick tucked way in your squishy insides. leaning in, his lips slot against yours gently— pulling you in for a tender kiss of swiping pink muscles and quiet moans, spit is swapped between you both, spreading the flavours of love across your tangled tongues and all the while manoeuvring you to lay on your back, let him take over and do all of the work.

then you look up at megumi, with teary eyes and mascara stained cheeks, a chin coated in your saliva and yet he can’t help but think of how gorgeous you look beneath him.

“you’re so fucking beautiful sweetheart, can’t take my eyes off of you,” he whispers against your swollen lips, adjusting his body so that it sits perfectly between your bruised thighs. gently, he nudges your head back towards the mirror here pressing a hand against the cool surface to stabilise himself. “keep your eyes on the mirror too, don’t forget,” he warns you huskily.

your boyfriend wastes no time from there, pumping himself back inside of you— not even giving you split second to breathe. your gaze wobbles but you can see the swell of his cock in your lower belly as he enters you. “megumi,” you pant and try to catch his attention, squirming your hips upwards as he bottoms out again and reach for his hips to tug you into him. “move, please.”

“told’ya not to look away,” grunting, megumi pulls back from you when he notices you searching his cobalt orbs for something. his shirt flies off while he moves from you— taking the material and using it to tie your wrists together, at the same time your boyfriend sets a slow stroke to his thrusts, nudging his length inch by inch through your raw cunt before pushing your head back to set your sights on the mirror. “you’re gonna be good, yeah? if not i’ll stop. watch how i fuck you sweet girl, make a mess of your princess parts.”

with his thumb digging into your cheek, you have no choice but to keep your eyes on the way fishiguro’s tummy contracts every time he thrusts into your plush cunt, his sensitive and bright red tip leaking his arousal against your ridges, fat droplets of precum only adding to your wetness the image has your tongue sliding out to wet your lips, damp walls clinging to every vein on megumi’s cock— drooling endless amounts just like your mouth, so much so that your nectar slides between your ass cheeks and pools in a puddle beneath your dress, on the floor.

megumi pounds you roughly, pelvis smooshed against your swollen clit as your knees knock his hips from the violent pace of his thrusts— hitting deep because of this new position, bullying your cervix, kissing it with his tip. you clench down and fushiguro loses his shit. “f-fuck you’re always so tight baby, could fuck this perfect pussy all day ‘n you’d still suck me in like this,” he chokes out and his hand slaps against the mirror to steady himself, torn between watching the reflection of your lewd, sweat licked face and watching it happen in real time.

“oh ‘gumi! o-only ever this tight for you, need y’ta fuck me open! c-can’t...can’t ever do it on my own!” you plead with bleary eyes, swallowing down his cock as it moulds your velvet walls into the shape of him— tip pressing against your g-spot.

wrists caged in, you wriggle desperately underneath megumi, who fucks you so hard that the mirror starts to shake above you and the floor becomes slippery from how wet your sexes are as they slot together perfectly. your boyfriend growls as he switches to grinding inside you, churning up your squishy insides before he grips your dress ( now bunched up around your middle ) and uses it to tug you back onto his pulsing dick.

megumi loses his mind, dick tucked away, nice in snug inside you, pulling your back and forth on it by the material of your dress—equally as soaked as your cunt as you struggle to take him at this brutal speed. your legs shake violently, threatening to close but your boyfriend refuses to let them, snapping his hips into you more harshly. “keep those legs open baby, nice and fucking spread for me angel, need you to see how good you take me in the mirror...s-such a good fucking girl,” he coos, stuttering as your pussy flutters around him at the affection. yet you still manage to do as you’re told. “good fucking girl, good fucking girl, wanna keep you spread like this, yeah? nice and wide so your roommate can see you creamin’ so good on this dick. my sweet girl—fuck! look at you!”

the sorcerer’s thrusts become erratic, losing their rhythm as you both grow closer and closer— the mirror is coated in condensation from your hot and passionate sex, bodies dancing with desire as you move with one another and chase release. your hips lift on their own accord, sucking down megumi and keeping him locked in your tight, sloppy cunt. “oh yes! g-gumi! right there, again! please!” you practically scream, eyes crossing lewdly, chest heaving and breasts bouncing as his tip locks onto your g-spot and never eases up. “‘hmygod’m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard!”

“gonna make you cum, make my sweet girl cum so hard, c’mon baby...c’mon baby...f-fuck, give it to me!” megumi chants over and over again, the words sliding over his saliva coated tongue as his hand slips down the mirror, leaving a clean trail through the condensation gathered on it. the dark haired male wraps an arm around your head, body hunched over yours completely even as he fucks you into the arousal covered creaking floorboards. your bare nipples rub against one another and you can feel his abs contacting against your soft tummy.

the hand latched onto the dress he uses to pull you down when he trusts drops between your bodies pressed incredibly close to one another before drawing heated shapes into your puffy and sticky clit— only sending pleasure shooting through your veins and shoving you over the edge, tumbling into your high. “cum f’me baby, cum f’me wanna feel you gush all for fucking me,” he moans pornographically into the sex tainted air, musky sent hanging heavily in it.

“gumi!” you squeal as you reach your toe curling orgasm, back arching high into the air while the knot in your lower tummy starts to unravel— your nails dig into your palms since you can’t grab anything else and you’re blinded by bright white and everything that is megumi fushiguro, waves of your juices splashing out of your poor cunt— so much so that the force pushes megumi out of your clenching hole— staining your dress and his half pulled down sweatpants.

“holy fucking shit—! f-fuck!” you’re still twitching and writhing as megumi stumbles into euphoria only seconds after you, taking hold of his cock after your cunt’s freed him and just barely jerking himself off over you before he’s spilling thick and heavy globs of white seed onto your soft tummy, painting your skin white as tiny droplets of his cum dribble onto your absolutely ruined dress. “f-fuck ‘hmygod baby, you’re so good, s-so fuckin’ good,” he simpers, collapsing on top of you and not caring if he’s smearing his cum against your bodies. “i love you s’much sweet girl, s’fucking much. you’re perfect,”

megumi adds, kissing all over your face and neck softly to help you cum down. “i-i love you too gumi,” you mumble warmly. “even though you’ve ruined my pretty dress!” you whine as he tugs it back down.

“i’ll buy you another, just shut up ‘n kiss me, okay?”

your boyfriend, fushiguro, stays a little longer to help clean you ( and the poor floor ) up, airing out the room and taking his time to wash his cum off of you and kiss over all of the marks head left against your body— never failing to tell you how perfect you are and how much he adores you. megumi leaves you with a lingering kiss while you change into your jammies— in a slight rush to get back to studying after you receive a text from nobara saying she’s on her way back with food ( only having left you alone in the dorm where you’d fucked megumi for almost an hour, to grab a nice dinner to finish off your girls day ).

you’re hanging up your dress, completely ruined by the time she gets in and then sink into bed as the ginger haired girl greets you— completely knackered from megumi’s rough, yet passionate sex.

“what’s up with the weird stain on your dress? didn’t you just get that today?” nobara asks you while you tuck into your shared meal, nodding her head to the article of clothing hanging up on the outside of your wardrobe.

you cringe at the stripe of megumi’s cum staining it. “o-oh! i didn’t notice that before! i’ll probably return it…” you say meekly and quickly stuff your mouth with a bite of your roommate’s food, making a mental note to ask megumi to get you two new dresses in exchange for ruining one.

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i23kazu · 2 years

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CAN I PET YOUR EARS? (yes, you may.)

warnings – none. characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, kaeya, diluc x gn!reader. genre – romantic fluff. a/n – hehehehehe catboys heheheehehe. tad bit suggestive though if im being honest – read with discernment. | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

[zhongli. | 钟离]

zhongli loves it when you stroke his ears. he loves the way you're so gentle with him — he finds you often squealing as you pet them. zhongli, as cluelessly unaffectionate as he seems, loves your touch. he loves it when you stroke his cheek to calm him down and especially loves your whispers of affirmation. make sure to give him all the love <3

[xiao. | 魈]

although xiao may shy away from your touch on the outside, a part of him yearns for it always. he enjoys your soothing presence. as reluctant to admit it he may be... petting his ears may actually calm him down enough to be a little more affectionate – as much as he believes that he doesn't deserve it. give this man all the love and touch and warmth he needs.

[k. ayato. | 神里綾人]

ayato is sneaky. he would purposely whine and complain about the lack of affection he had been getting from ANYONE lately (not true), so that you would roll your eyes and pet him like theres no tomorrow. kiss him on the lips, delight him with your words, squeeze every ounce of affection within your body just for him. spoil your man to the ends of the earth, and he'd do the same just for you.

[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]

kazuha, dearest. the poems that fall from his lips could form a sea of words, words that he whispers in your ear to fluster you and bring out a certain flush only he can bring out. want to get your revenge? tease him, cuddle him, spoil him – this man's breath is sure to hitch. pet his cute feline ears and watch him purr; then watch the gasp and embarrassment that follows. kiss his forehead and stroke his ears at the same time, and watch him absolutely melt.

[childe.]

oh, who are we kidding? childe loves your pets from the get go. he loves it when you scratch behind his ears or give him a kiss on his forehead. he absolutely adores all forms of your touch, pleading for more like a starved man. also his ears are cute. he's definitely still a ginger. (like oliver from purrfect tale) please give him allllllll the pets and cuddles and snuggles he demands <3

[kaeya.]

kaeayayyayayayyayayayayy!!! littol boy so sweet so cute so cuddly this man will FIGHT for your affection. when you give him pets, he absolutely purrs! kaeya loves to rest on top of you (like. full sized human calvary captain kaeya) as the two of you cuddle in bed. pet him all the time, because for some reasons, that's how you gain his loyalty. pets and touches and snuggles and cuddles all the way :')

[diluc.]

ohhh diluc darling. rest your weary head. this man, as stoic and flippant he may portray himself on the topic of physical affection – he cannot deny that he brings himself closer to you every time you kiss his forehead. rest your eyes, diluc, let your guards down. he knows that slumber awaits him as the two of you cuddle. please give him all the pats and reassure him of your love. :"))

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staryuee · 2 years

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wearing their clothes — genshin hcs

— [warnings]. once again not proofread </3

— characters . . . ayato , venti , kazuha , beidou

— notes . . . i’m so sorry for my semi-hiatus WHSWQ i’ve been so busy lately (T . T) i promise i’ll try to write more <3 - Esp my requests which will get done eventually yall i swear

K. AYATO

— HE WILL MELTTTT

— just the sight of you makes the butterflies in his stomach dance like a wildfire, but YOU + HIS clothes ?? he’s ready to ascend to heaven because that’s all he has ever wanted to see

— won’t hesitate to ask you to wear his clothes more often

ayato was doing some calligraphy in another room, possibly writing something to send off as a reply. with inazuma rising in temperature by the day he decided to leave his coat sprawled out near your bed.

there was literally nothing stopping you so you decided to slide that said coat onto yourself ! it was rather comfy and cool to the touch, the sleeves were being quite bothersome as you had to keep pulling them up which then sparked another intrusive idea into your head.

this man manages to pull out so many random and obscure items from his sleeves, so why not dig around to check what he’s hiding in there? just as you were about to check, however, you heard a small laugh behind you. of course, it was none other than your lovely boyfriend ayato. he had his arms crossed as he leaned on the doorframe, glancing you up and down with a smug smile (none of that could hide the intense blush that bloomed on his cheeks tho!). “though i appreciate you love my coat so much my love, i do need it back now.”

unwillingly, you passed it back to him with a pout, he laughed once more and placed some chaste kisses across your face, “don’t worry darling, you can have it back when i’m done.”

VENTI

— he is willing to give up everything to you, ask and you shall receive!

— no but seriously he will not hesitate to squeal and twirl you around once he sees you with his clothes on , it just fills him with a lot of joy <3

as much as you loved venti’s jovial and outgoing personality it did get rather lonely when he was just out constantly and all you want to do is preferably stay in bed and cuddle. but, you respect his wishes nonetheless!

the sound of the ticking clock was starting to drive you mad, each second that passed felt like an entire hour on its own. you really don’t know how boring life by yourself can be unless venti isn’t with you. you glanced over at your bedside table, noticing that he had mindlessly left his signature cape atop of it. maybe it was the feeling of loneliness that was slowly shadowing your heart, or sheer boredom but a sudden idea popped into your head like a lightbulb. why not try it on?

you twirled around in the mirror, occasionally doing some random poses to truly encapsulate your himbo inner venti energy. suddenly, your entire body tensed up and your cheeks heated up like a pyro vision as you noticed in the mirror a familiar green figure staring at you.

you were left rather speechless, i mean what excuse could you even come up with? “AAAAA you look so adorable ! my precious windblume, twirl around for me again pretty please!! you can keep it on forever! aaailoveyou!!” he yelled while peppering what almost seemed like hundreds of kisses all over your face, if not for the safety of your serenitea pot you were sure many others would be able to hear him.

K. KAZUHA

— he might cry because of how much he loves you but no he won’t show it on his face

— you’re just gonna have to give him a long while as he’s still processing what’s occurring in front of him

kazuha was off showering after a long voyage to visit some friends in liyue, so naturally his clothes were left unattended to (mostly because you told him you’d do the laundry this time round).

you wasted absolutely NO time to start putting the top part of his outfit on. it was quite confusing at first, and for a good minute you felt like you were fighting with literal fabric but when you finally put on that scarf as a finishing touch it was like some sort of reward.

without being vain, you thought you looked pretty good ! you twirled around for a moment trying to relish in the comfort and the subtle scent of cologne that was still vaguely emitting from his clothes.

“you know, if you wanted a hug from me that badly you could’ve asked, my dear.” kazuha smiled up at you, a towel in his hands catching the drops of water that fell from his hair. being caught in the act like this was rather embarrassing, you covered your face as warmth started spreading from the tips of your ears to your entire body.

he gave you a light peck on the side of your mouth, “although, i have to admit this is a very endearing sight.”

BEIDOU

— will tease the living shit out of you once she finds out and sees you, it’s out of love tho !

— she does truly adore the way you look in her clothes, it makes her feel all warm inside seeing you love her so much

with the recent heatwave in liyue you could mistake the wonderful city with that of natlan. the scorching summer sun covered the entire landscape with pure sunshine so of course, it was only natural for people to seek some level of coolness.

beidou was sitting near the window, bandages wrapped around her chest and she had a pair of shorts on , her legs were swinging back and forth while she was eating some ice cream it was honestly a very heartwarming sight.

you weren’t doing so bad yourself, but the lack of physical attention was slowly taking a toll on you and your energy. you just wanted a hug from your beidou but since the weather decided against it, you went for the next best thing: wearing her clothes.

her black leotard fit you quite well, you had a bit of trouble putting on her sleeveless qipao though - the outfit emphasised your curves and features in all the right ways. finally, you put on her fur-lined shawl, and although it severely added to the heat it made you feel just a bit closer to her.

obviously you started checking yourself out because hey, who wouldn’t ? that didn’t last long as beidou sneaked up behind you, she noticed your missing presence next to her and got a bit lonely so she went to look for you and boy was it absolutely worth it !

“i must say, my clothes suit you rather well love, maybe you should start wearing them more often, hmm ?～” she started sliding her arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace to give you some simple kisses on the top of your head.

“but i can’t help but wonder if you’d look even better with your clothes o-“ yeah, you didn’t let her finish that.

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#IM SOTIREJD also i wrote this at like 4 in the morning pls don’t mind if it makes no sense HAJSA #genshin x reader #genshin x gnreader #genshin x gn!reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact #ayato x reader #kazuha x reader #venti x reader #beidou x reader #genshin #fluff

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guanana · 2 years

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can you keep a secret? ♡ njm x reader (18+)

genre: pwp smut, student president/maid!reader x jaemin, f x m, college au, minimal amounts of fluff and angst

word count: 12.3k+

inspired by anime/manga kaichou wa maid-sama, mangaka: hiro fujiwara

summary: after an unresolved conflict with photography club president na jaemin leaves him feeling sour, he's more than elated to find you head to toe in a skimpy maid dress at a cafe in the next town over.

fearing that your reputation as student body president is about to crumble right in front of you, jaemin assures you that he is more than willing to keep a secret.

but at what cost?

[This fanfic contains certain elements that some may be uncomfortable with. Please read at your own discretion with your safety in mind, warnings found below.]

smut warnings: penetrative sex, blackmail, humiliation, degradation, crying, oral (f&m receiving), cum eating, voyeurism, minor ass play, use of toys, maid roleplay, 'sir' kink, squirting

other warnings: characters written often display very toxic & manipulative behaviors. if this is something you are uncomfortable with, please refrain from reading. jaemin is VERY hot & cold in this one

author's note: hi friends! this is my first work that i've ever seen all the way through so i consider this a small yet dear victory.

for those who give this behemoth a chance, many thanks to you <3

pleek be nice <3

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Blue light burns into your sockets as you click and drag meaningless numbers across the countless excel sheets in front of you. Crunching numbers in order to meet the strict deadlines that had been set.

You groan in agony, rubbing the prominent bags under your eyes. One would imagine that the president of the student government for one of the most highly esteemed universities would be doing some actual good for the campus– not clerical work from your asshole of a dean.

Alas here you were, doing god knows what for some sponsored event that you could care less about. Alone in a dimmed out classroom with only the company of your laptop, you ponder exactly why you put yourself through this trouble instead of experiencing actual campus life like everyone else.

“Because you’re fucking poor,” You grumble, feeling only mildly worried at the fact you’ve reached the point of solitude to where you’re now talking to yourself.

Your mini existential crisis is interrupted by a knock at the frame of the classroom. You find Xiaojun, your vice president, coming in with two cups of coffee. “Still working?” He asks, meeting you at your desk to hand you your drink.

You nod in appreciation, thanking him as the warmth of the cup eases your aching hands. “Nakamoto’s got me up to the neck with this shit. Bastard is making me do a presentation in front of all of the club advisors and officials. Something about new policies or whatever,” You frown.

Dragging a seat from one of the desks, he sits next to you before taking your laptop. The blue haired male clicks and taps on the keyboard with precision. “What are you doing?” You question, craning your head to look at the screen.

“Sending these files to myself. I’ll take care of the rest of these” He responds casually. Before you could attempt to protest, he’s holding a hand out to your face to keep you from speaking further. “Don’t even bother, I’m not letting you do all of this by yourself.”

“You’re the best,” You smile at Xiaojun softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your position has often left you with little to no time for yourself, and Xiaojun is no stranger to that burden either. However he’s always made it a point to lighten your load, understanding your financial situation. “Coffee’s on me next time,” You tell him before taking an enthusiastic sip.

Xiaojun only chuckles in response, returning your laptop before gently removing your head from his shoulder. “Don’t be so happy. It’s only because somebody wants to meet with you.”

“Who?” You ask, not recalling any meetings scheduled for today.

He’s about to speak before he’s easily interrupted.

“That’d be me,” A deep, almost playful voice cuts through the desolate classroom. A tousled head of hair peers through the door. Your jaw goes slack at the male that strolls in, hands in his pockets with a quirk to his lip. “Hope I’m not coming in at a bad time?”

You’re at a loss for words. Side eyeing Xiaojun who pays no mind to your sudden silence. “Ah, Jaemin. Not at all, I was just about to head out actually,” He responds to the other male.

Na Jaemin, president of the photography club. Well loved and respected for his charisma. Leadership came to him almost too casually, people attracted to him naturally through his gentle aura.

An aura that he saves for all but you at least. You gulp as a chill goes down your spine. What could he possibly want with you?

The vice president begins to take his leave, and you resist the urge to grab at his sleeve to make him stay. The two males exchange a quick shake and a pat on the shoulder before Xiaojun waves you both off, leaving your field of vision.

Suddenly the room just got a lot colder. The same friendly smile that adorned Jaemin’s face was still present, but the ice cold demeanor certainly indicated otherwise.

Being in his presence was jarring after almost a year of not speaking. Once glued to the hip at every waking moment now turned into a land mine of unanswered questions.

Communication is a two way street, but undoubtedly it was you who prioritized your academia over an unrequited love that was destined to fail.

Not that he’d ever know about any of that. To him you were just the bitch that ghosted him without a word. Ruining one of his most valued friendships.

“I don’t suppose you’re here to ask me how I’ve been doing,” You feign indifference, trying your best to keep a poker face.

Jaemin quirks an eyebrow in response, smirk evident at your skepticism. “Ever the genius, Pres,” He quips before plopping into the seat in front of you. Rummaging through his backpack he pulls out a piece of crumpled paper– quite unlike Jaemin who usually kept everything neat and tidy.

Worry brews in you when he flings the paper haphazardly onto the table.

“You wanna tell me why this month’s budget has been cut by more than half?” Jaemin slides the invoice in your direction, tonguing his cheek as he awaits your answer. Gone was the friendly facade, replaced with a sharp tone demanding an explanation. He lays slack against the chair while his legs are spread as if to intimidate you.

You freeze in your seat at the sum of money that had gone from four figures to that of a measly amount. The pathetic budget could barely even pay for their club’s basic necessities.

Rubbing your temples could barely ease the stress that has overtaken you. Dean Nakamoto had up and gone making erratic decisions without consulting you again.

Mentioning in passing that he plans to expedite finances towards those in athletics, you hadn't anticipated him taking action so soon. You knew the man had always favored the sports department and you knew even better that the photography club pulled in less than a fraction of what the other makes for the campus– but that didn’t excuse the erasure of the arts.

But everyone and their mothers knew better than to think your opinion meant jack shit to Nakamoto. Even more unfortunate is that you'd gained the title of ‘the Dean’s Pet,’ for good reason. Constantly kissing ass in order to stay on his nice list.

You release a heavy sigh, shoulders dropping exaggeratedly in hopes it would relieve some of the tension in your body. Here you go, having to clean up Nakamoto’s messes and bear the brunt of the burden again.

Jaemin raises a bored eyebrow at you, index finger tapping slowly against your desk. Threatening glare indicating that the only thing he’s even remotely interested in is the bullshit excuse you have to pull out of your ass.

“The student committee had decided that the art departments were simply not pulling in as much revenue as the sports department,” You start. It was better to tell at least half of the truth, knowing better than to lie to Na Jaemin of all people.

Pulling up an excel sheet with all the necessary information on your laptop, you turn it in his direction to show him the statistics. You don’t miss the way he sucks his cheek in, gnawing at it as he looks at you with a look devoid of any patience.

“So because a few meatheads throw a ball around and garner a little bit of attention; that warrants my team’s budget getting wiped out?” Jaemin scoffs incredulously, tilting his head at you as if you're too dumb to understand the concept. “Who do you think captures those moments anyways, hm?”

He’s right, and he knows that you know he’s right. All who know you for your ability to stay calm under pressure have never seen you when you’re up against Na Jaemin. Fumbling between words pathetically as you try to formulate a somewhat thoughtful sentence.

“I…” You play with the thread that’s coming undone on your sleeve. Fixated at the chipped nail polish on your thumb, avoiding any eye contact as much as possible.

You wish you could rat out the Dean, hating that you have always been the receiving end of those who despise him and what he’s done to this university. The bastard’s signature is the one that sits prettily at the bottom of your scholarship checks however. Even worse he’s the one who’s granted you subsidized housing. The man has cornered you into a position where you could never cross him.

“You know this is wrong, Pres,” Jaemin pressed. “You can’t just diminish all of our hard work just so those dipshit jocks can get a new locker room for their little circle jerks. Fuck, you prefer the culture of the arts anyway.”

Feeling small under his cynical stare you mumble feebly: “I really am sorry, but it’s out of my hands at this point.” Distracting yourself by twiddling your fingers.

The male chuckles dryly. “Miss President can do anything and everything except something for herself,” He mumbles under his breath so quietly you miss it.

“I’m sorry?” You ask, not missing the malice that his tone was practically dripping in.

“Don’t worry about it,” He tuts. Slapping the invoice on your desk, causing you to jump before he drags it back in his direction before shoving it carelessly in his backpack. “There’s really nothing you can do for me, huh?”

You shake your head pitifully, sympathy for your old friend obvious when you meet his eyes. Too bad you’re met with someone who’s nothing but disappointed in you. No longer the naive companions that you were before you had joined your respective departments and fell into the politics of the university’s conflicts.

The shame has you averting his gaze in embarrassment.

Jaemin tuts before shaking his head at you. “Then that’s that I guess,” He gets up and slings his bag over his shoulder. Giving you one last glance before taking his leave.

You hate the way he looks at you with disgust, knowing that you could easily fix your friendship if you could just tell him that you weren’t the one behind this transgression. You’ve worked your way up with your own blood, sweat, and tears. Sacrificing the things you adored the most to not cause any distractions.

But it’s awfully lonely at the top.

“Sucks that you’re just a little bitch for the dean now. Hope it’s worth losing your pride over, pup,” He pops the last word obnoxiously before walking off, leaving just as quickly as he entered.

You fall slack into your chair before heaving a sigh. Wiping your face in exhaustion at Jaemin's cruel words.

No matter, you try to convince yourself. Grabbing your own bag you head out the door with your eyes glued to the floor. The time on your phone is practically screaming at you to haul your ass to work before the next bus arrives. Grumbling irritably as you drag yourself across campus.

——

"So you're saying that you and your boss haven't fucked," Your coworker inquires while pinning her hair back with her headband.

You click your tongue at her before replying. "No, and he's not my boss– he's the school's dean. Even though he might as well be. Asshole is constantly setting me up to be the complaint department for his shit ideas."

Walking closer to your coworker's spot at the vanity you turn your back to her. Wordlessly asking for her to zip your dress up, in which she obliges. "And now your ex boyfriend hates you because you're too much of a pussy to tell him it was the dean who took his club's money?"

"Not my boyfriend. Just an old friend," You sigh, ruffling the frills of your skirt into place. Taking a good look at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the fabric at your breasts to make sure your girls are set in place.

The other girl whistles at your choice of dress today, a tad shorter than usual paired with the sheer thigh highs with the cutest little bows. "You should just fuck the dean guy and change his mind then. I'm sure he'd love to have a piece of this," She chuckles before pinching at your thigh.

"Oh god, gross," You grimace. Thinking about the dragon that's Yuta Nakamoto who has quickly become the bane of your existence. "He's old anyways."

"Just a suggestion. Would make your problems with your friend go away and you could get some dick in the process— I know you've been a little deprived lately," She teases you, fingers eagerly pinching at your exposed skin, too cute to resist.

"Stooooop," You whine, pushing at her grabby hands before retreating. "I'm gonna head out now, okay? I'll see you out there."

She nods before returning to her own devices. Leaving the dressing room you push through the curtains to enter the main floor.

You're immediately greeted by a regular, waving you over with eagerness. "There she is! If I knew you were working today I would have requested you instead," He gives a jolly laugh.

"Sorry about that, Master. Wait for me next time though, yeah?" You poke fun at the older man who is definitely too old to be giving you a childish pout.

Student body president by day, maid hostess by night. A job that didn't interfere too much with your school schedule but still paid an ample enough amount with amazing tips.

Your senior had referred you after she graduated and left the city, leaving you to carry on her legacy and climb the ranks as one of the most loved and popular maids of the cafe. Serving with smiles that could rival the sun and charisma that is a complete contrast to the sleep deprived president at school.

No one would have ever considered you an entertainer, but your regular customers would beg to differ as you keep them good company and take care of them. A job that fulfills your need for praise without any boundaries being crossed.

You could never say that you hated your job— it was a great escape from the crushing reality of constantly being glued to a desk in front of a computer.

For the betterment of your image, you've taken great care to make sure no one campus knows you work here. Swearing your senior into secrecy despite your gratitude. You knew how people could be.

Greeting customers and exchanging quick conversations with your coworkers you make your way to the hostess desk, awaiting your next customer.

The day was slow enough where you could busy yourself with tidying up the front. Reorganizing menus and dusting the desk with a stereotypical tiny feather duster.

The bell attached to the door rings behind you, signaling the arrival of a new customer. Straightening yourself out before you turn to greet them with a smile. Enthusiasm and warmth laced into your voice, "Welcome home, master—!"

"No fucking way."

You're sure the blood in your body quite literally freezes, pigment of your skin discoloring at the sight of the person in front of you.

Jaemin, clad in an obnoxiously red baseball cap, jaw dropped wide open before it quickly morphs into an evil grin.

Damage control is blaring in your head like a siren, ablaze with apprehension at being caught by quite literally one of the worst people.

"Jaem–" You start, hurriedly circling around the hostess desk to find any way to explain yourself.

"Miss President works at a maid café?" The male laughs with a scoff, impressed at the tiny dress you have on. Taking note of how good the pudge seeping out of your stockings look. "I think I might've just won the lottery."

Unconsciously taking a step closer; Jaemin drinks in your appearance. His old friend looking like something out of a wet dream. One of his many wet dreams of you.

"Please, Jaemin. Let's just talk outside really quick," You plead. Your coworker is now watching over you worriedly.

The male tilts his head as if pondering something, but soon nods in response. "Lead the way, Pres," He drawls lowly, loving the terrified look in your eyes.

You thank him gratefully before taking his wrist in your hand. Leading the way down the main floor. His skin is warm to the touch against the chill of yours.

Ignoring the envious stares and snide comments of jealous patrons watching you take a male to the back, you tell your coworker that you're going to take your lunch break early. In which she gives Jaemin a skeptical glare, nodding at you with multitudes of meanings. Especially to call her if things get bad.

Walking through the dressing room and exiting through the back door, the two of you are now in the back alley of the café. Being alone with him has your mind reeling, but you stand your ground.

"What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" You start, the most blaring of questions snowballing first.

Ever unreadable, Jaemin shrugs before flashing the red bag that's resting on his shoulder and tapping the logo on his cap. "I do doordash, I'm actually here to pick up an order." He answers simply.

That's right, you think before grimacing. You rub your face in exhaustion when you vaguely remember your manager mentioning teaming up with food delivery services.

"I... okay, that makes sense," You sigh, relief in knowing that he didn't stalk you to get revenge for screwing him and his club over. The eyes devoid of any emotion that stare back at you tell another story however, so you act cautiously. "Look, Jaemin. I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this."

"Oh?" He questions, taking a step closer to challenge you. "And why shouldn't I? Why should I do you any favors?"

Most would describe Na Jaemin as carefree, easygoing. And they were right, except when it came to you. When you thought of him, the only words that you could think of were synonyms of difficult.

Times when he would flick your forehead at your carelessness. Other days when he would tell you how air-headed and hopeless you are for forgetting your lunches at home, inevitably sharing his with you. The way his idea of banter would quickly elevate into crude comments.

And right now, as he backs you up into a wall and caging his arms around you.

They were all things that made you fall insanely for him.

You fumble between stutters, unable to form a coherent sentence at his close proximity. Mind going haywire when a sleek hand comes to trail up your thigh softly. Breathing in harshly when he takes said hand away, rummaging through his pocket.

"I can't have anyone know Jaemin. I have a reputation to keep up, everyone will lose their respect for me," You plead.

Coming impossibly closer he takes a piece of your hair, twirling it between his finger curiously. "That's strange," He clicks his tongue. "I think a lot of people lost their respect for you when you decided to fuck them over and take their club funds away, Pres."

You squeeze your eyes shut, not understanding the mixed signals he was giving you. Being around him always steered your mind away from your end goal, never being able to think straight when it came to him.

"I told you I'm sorry! I really am, you have to believe me," You desperately plead, not witnessing the maniacal grin that's forming on his face at your begging.

In a hushed whisper, you barely register his next words before it's too late.

"Oh, I'll give you a reason to be sorry."

-click!-

You're brought back to reality at the noise, terror racing through your veins when you're met with Jaemin looking down at his phone in amusement. One arm still caged around at your head you try to understand what just happened. "Did you just...?"

He turns the device in your direction, grin growing from ear to ear. Horror washing over your body at the screen- a photo of you in all your maid clad glory, eyes closed shut in the most unflattering manner cornered like a stray puppy. "Looking real cute here, Pres."

Fight or flight overtakes your body, and you're immediately shoving him away. Shock present when he barely steps backwards. Feeling something like a stone dropping down your stomach.

The temperature in your body dropping below freezing at the prospect of everyone at school seeing their student council president working as a skimpy maid. Of your reputation being absolute demolished.

The teasing smile on his face grows into one that's crazed when you feebly attempt to snatch the phone from him. Airy laughs at the way the skirt of your dress flounders with every little jump.

The male towers over you unfortunately, barely raising his arm above his head and looking at you with a mocking pout.

You try to scratch at him in a fit of desperation but quickly fail when both of your wrists are trapped by his free hand, wrapping around them with ease. Doe eyes narrowing into a scowl before he shoves you further back into the wall, head almost hurting at the force its met with. "Easy there, sweetheart. What do you take me for?"

"You just took a picture of me!" You spit back at him, struggling against the tightening grip. You weren't stupid, you knew you should have handled business more professionally. Naivety getting the best of you thinking your history granted you some special privilege.

He quirks a knowing eyebrow at you, a Cheshire smile only putting you even more on edge. Animatedly dropping your wrists, you gawk at the indentations that his fingers left behind.

You do miss the starved gaze from Jaemin, the way he's licking his lips as you rub soothing circles into the marks he left. "Let's talk business, Pres."

Jaemin's pulling you in by the apron and tilting your chin up with his thumb and index. The icy hot attitude moving too fast for you to process. "I won't tell show anyone the photo or tell them I saw you today," He starts.

A light at the end of the tunnel has you glossing over in hope, ever foolish of the position you're in. "You won't?"

"If you play by my rules," He responds in record time, your hope quickly shattering. His voice is sickeningly sweet, dizzying you even further. Even in this threatening moment, your heart still fails you at how handsome he is. "Do what I tell you, and I'll delete the pic."

"And... what do you want me to do?"

"Get our money back." He states, plain and simple.

You blubber like a fish at his demand. "Jaemin, I can't-"

"Can't do what, hm?" Cutting you off before raising his phone in his other hand, image on his phone highlighted. Tabs of all his social medias one tap away for the world to see. He doesn't miss the panic in your shaking body. "I know you can fix it. Play by my rules and we'll be smooth sailing."

"If you don't though..." He quickly taps away at his phone, causing you to grab at his wrists to see what he's doing. Showing you a tweet with the image pasted, ready to be sent with a hover of his thumb. "We can do it the hard way."

"Okay, okay!" You babble, only feeling ease when he saves it to his drafts.

Grabbing your cheeks with his thumb and forefinger forcefully, his front teeth poke out mischievously at the sight of the high and mighty president breaking down under his whim. "So, do we have a deal?"

You nod frantically, struggling against his index that's squeezing at the flesh. "I promise. I promise I'll get it back."

Jaemin is beyond ecstatic, Dean Nakamoto is about to lose his favorite pet, and Jaemin has a brand new collar ready for her. "Good girl."

Na Jaemin has quite literally threatened you with blackmail, to expose you in front of everyone who thinks fondly of you. But instead of being terrified of the consequences— you fear the way heat pools between your legs instead.

——

["Oh, could you also get my doordash order for me? I think it might be cold already."

"Fuck off, Jaemin."]

——

You and Xiaojun are in the canteen exchanging snacks, chicken nuggets ending up on his plate while you get a freshly air fried gyoza.

It's easy to keep face the morning after last night's events. No one able to read the fear that's constantly brewing. Inside your mind you were a bundle of anxiety, dreading what Jaemin had up his sleeve lest you fail the task you were given.

That same anxiety is what leads you to embarrassing yourself to the point of wanting to curl up in a ball at the core of the earth.

Across the cafeteria you catch Jaemin walking alongside his friend Yangyang. The two exchanging in casual conversation. You curl into yourself in hopes that he doesn't catch you staring intently.

You really do try to listen to Xiaojun's rant. (Something about the work load that the dean has dropped onto you guys this week.) But it soon falls on deaf ears when the sight in front of you has you scrambling out of your seat. Rushing towards the pair across from you as Xiaojun blasts questions of where you were going.

Shoes skidding like burnt rubber as you speed to the two males when Jaemin shows Yangyang his phone, the latter male bringing a hand to his mouth with a shocked expression.

Jaemin doesn't even notice you coming in fast, focused on Yangyang's hysterical laughter. He jumps a little when he registers you snatching his phone from him. "What the hell?" He bellows.

Yangyang is at a loss when he darts between the two of you, confusion apparent at the unlikely interaction.

You're about to scream your head off at Jaemin, rebuke him for not holding his end of the deal not even sixteen hours later. Yell curses of how much you hate him and how he's ruined you.

Until you realize that they were watching a video— some dude getting blown back by the force of fireworks. Bass boosted obnoxiously.

You're absolutely dumbfounded, turning to Jaemin before slowly returning his phone. The male is unamused, eyes half lidded with his tongue against his cheek.

Yangyang is the first to break the awkward silence. "Uh... everything alright here?"

"Just peachy." Jaemin grits.

"Uh, yeah! Just wanted to see what was so funny y'know?" You forcibly laugh. Yangyang scrunches his nose at you, slightly weirded out by your blatant lack of social skills.

"Right, uh, then I'll leave you guys to it! Enjoy the rest of your guys' day!" You flash them two thumbs up before backing up, turning to immediately bring a hand to cover your face in embarrassment.

Speed walking back to Xiaojun who's now eaten your share of gyoza, you throw your head down onto the table.

"The hell was that?" Xiaojun asks with a mouth full of food.

You shake your head at him, not wanting to ruminate on the event any further. Not even allowed a moment to reflect on your idiocy when your phone vibrates in your back pocket.

Pulling it out to check the notification, you want to throw yourself off the face of the earth when you see it's a text from Jaemin. Looking up to see that he's now sitting at a table with Yangyang, staring right at you. Quirking his head lightly at his own phone, silently demanding you open the message.

Unlocking the device like you're diffusing a bomb, you prepare for the worst.

na jaemin: Don't trust me huh

you: well it's not like ur holding me hostage or something

na jaemin: Don't be so dramatic I'm a man of my word you know this

you: we haven't talked in a year and ur very mad at me you cant blame me for being scared

na jaemin: Fine but I'm not apologizing for just going about my day

I'm serious I won't do anything unless you don't hold up your end of the deal

you: i can't believe ur making me do this

na jaemin: Shouldn't have taken my money :)

Anyways come over after you're done with classes

you: wtf

na jaemin: Come over

you: why

na jaemin: I wanna talk more lol

you: ur actually insane, no

na jaemin: [Attachment: 1 Image]

Play by my rules right?

Shooting the individual daggers from your side of the cafeteria, he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Questions racing through your head with what he could possibly have in store.

"Hey, are you listening?" Xiaojun asks, poking at you annoyingly.

You nod at Xiaojun's comment passively while maintaining eye contact with Jaemin. Letting your captor know that you agree to his conditions.

Jaemin winks at you happily, tapping at his screen once more before jutting his chin at you again.

na jaemin: Make sure you're wearing that little maid dress too ;)

Oh god.

——

He's only mildly inconvenienced when he opens his door to see you dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweats.

Taking just a little bit of pity on you the way you clench on the straps of your bag. "Don't just stand there. Come in," He beckons you.

Taking in your surroundings, you conclude that everything is fairly the same. Still quiet, spacious, but whole overall. Home to many of your platonic nights in; home to just as many fantasies of being taken on every piece of furniture.

Knocking your shoes off you try your best not to falter at the stare that's burning holes into your back.

"Thought I asked you to wear your maid outfit?" Jaemin crosses his arms when he leans against his door to close it.

Acknowledging the creak as it's shut, you brace yourself. Only to be startled when you feel a soothing hand at your back. "I'm not on the clock," You shrug, hating how you ease into his touch.

"Don't worry. Wasn't expecting for you to do it anyway," He leads the two of you to his couch, allowing you to sit first and get comfortable. Following a few seconds later he looks straight towards the drywall. Pondering his next words.

The silence rings against your ears, deafening. Unable to put up with his cryptic games, you speak first. "What do you want from me, Jaemin?"

He's taken aback by your assertiveness, cool demeanor breaking for just a second before he softens yet again. "I believe we've talked about this already."

Huffing at how he himself is breaking under your presence, memories flooding in. Your smaller pinky finger not so far from his, he resists the urge to pinch and tug at it playfully.

"So," You begin. "Because I screwed over your club, you're blackmailing me. That's all this is." Coming to full terms with your situation.

"I guess it would seem like that, yes," He huffs into the air, but then immediately shakes his head. "No, you're right. That's exactly what it is."

Apparently you were expecting a different answer. Conflicting feelings playing in your head like a record. Of the frantic and possessive touches at the alley last night. Almost sickening that you'd think such behavior would mean it meant anything to him.

There you go, overthinking his actions again. Not that any of it matters.

Digging through your bag you pull out a professional looking folder. Jaemin raises an eyebrow in curiosity as you hand it to him. Opening it his mouth drops open at the contents, whipping his head at you in disbelief. "Is this?"

You nod. "Yup."

Pausing before speaking again, you sink into the couch lazily. "I hope you know I meant it when I said there's almost nothing I could do, but that. You've really put me in a bad position," You laugh.

"So it really wasn't your choice to take our funds. It's been Nakamoto using it for money laundering" He mutters while flipping through all of the papers in the folder. "How did you get this so fast?"

A shrug is sent his way. "What can I say? I'm the Dean's Pet, right?" You give him your first smile in over a year, albeit a pained one. "Of course his precious dog has a door to his room," You jingle the key to the dean's office in front of his face.

Jaemin laughs at you incredulously, surprise at the alarmingly quick rebellion. "I can't believe you," One of his hands find your knee, teasing it with light touches. His expression quickly turns into one of concern. "Why didn't you just tell me? I would've taken it up with that asshole instead."

"That's exactly why," You shake your head at him. "I couldn't snitch on him. He finds out I'm pulling strings and I'm done for, might as well pack my bags before he kicks me out."

You couldn't pinpoint the moment when the atmosphere of the room changed, whether it was when he scoot closer to you. Or maybe it was when he brought a hand to cup your face, letting you nuzzle into his touch when he looks at you with anguished eyes.

"Why do you always do this?" Jaemin asks, no malice or any negativity to be found.

Baffled by his question, you ask: "What do you mean?"

Possibly by his own volatility, he brings your foreheads together. Taking each other's presence in when his eyelashes bat against the apples of your cheeks.

"You always get the short end of the stick," He mutters, "Always carry the burden by yourself."

"Jaemin..." You trail off before he pushes you back onto the couch.

Toppling over your body, he laces your fingers together when he looks down at you. "Always push me away when I could be helping you. Taking care of you."

Free hand trailing from your jaw to the middle of your throat, index finger meeting the collar of your hoodie. Nuzzling his nose against your jaw he gives an experimental kiss to the crook of your neck, causing you to sigh.

"You've always wanted this too, right?" He murmurs into your collarbone. Peeking his tongue to dip down into your collarbone, heaving a shocked gasp, arching into his touch. "Right?"

"Y-yes..." You're timid against his ministrations. Taking the proper precautions before coming but not thinking so far into the future that it would actually happen. Not believing that he had the same desires as you.

He hums in satisfaction at your answer, vibrations traveling down your core at an embarrassing rate. Wanting nobody's touch but his, abstaining from any other guy who wanted to court you. You're sure it would give the male an ego boost like no other.

Needless to say you're at ease with how turned on you are when you feel his growing member rub against your thigh. His hooded eyes are glued to yours. Picking at the hem of your hoodie, sliding the material off.

Looking away from him when he inhales sharply. "You..," Jaemin cackles. Running a hand through his hair in absolute astonishment at the sight in front of him. "Holy shit."

Beneath him is a preview of your body in a tight maid dress, spaghetti strap slipping lazily off your shoulder. Ribbons and ruffles adorning the breasts until they meet the makeshift apron at the waist.

You cover your face with your hands, embarrassment flushing through your veins at the way Jaemin gawks at you. He tuts before grabbing at you before revealing your shy expression. "You actual vixen," The male grins. "Don't hide from me now."

He's quick to rip your sweats off, just as amazed at the skirt of your dress. Stockings just as tight around your thighs as the ones from last night, Jaemin has to keep himself from absolutely ravaging you on the spot.

You yelp when he drags you down the couch by the ankles, hard member meeting your covered cunt with precision. Not used to being in such a vulnerable position, you cross your arms to protect your modesty. The skimpy piece slipping around with even the slightest of movement. "Jaemin, slow down!"

"Jaemin?" He quizzes. "Aren't you my sweet maid? Shouldn't you be calling me 'master' or something?" Clicking his tongue when you grimace at him. "I guess master is a little weird, huh."

He pauses for a moment before a light bulb goes off in his head. "How about sir?"

"I..."

"Come on now, try it for me," His Cheshire grin reappears. Squeezing your face together to form the word, lips puckering like a pup under his grip. "'Siiiiir,'' he beckons you to say with him.

Humiliation overwhelming you, tears beginning to prick at your eyes. "S-sir..." You mumble.

"Good girl," Jaemin applauds you, insatiable lust brewing at his chest. Tapping at his chin as a plethora of scenarios run through his head. "What else can I get my maid to do for me?"

Despite how collected he looks on top of you, you aren't privy to the absolute war that is going on in his conscience. Having the one he's wanted for so long finally beneath him was already enough to send him into a state of emergency. But in this tiny excuse of a maid dress that barely does anything to hide your modesty, panties already on full display. He was more than close to being a mad man.

Jaemin brings your lips together for the first time ever. Quite unlike what either of you ever anticipated, it was fiery from the start. Smashing them together in a frenzy of gasps and tonguing.

"Jaem—" You gasp against his lips, yelping when a stinging slap comes down on the side of your thigh.

"Sir," He reminds you thoroughly before reconnecting your lips, chasing after the taste of your tongue. Separating from you with an obnoxious and sloppy 'pop!'

Veiny hands trail up at the skirt of your dress, making careful stops at the expanse of your hips. Feeling up every inch to memorize the flesh. Coming to stop at your breasts, playful eyes meeting yours when he snaps the strap of your dress against your shoulder playfully.

"Sir," You whine, body shimmying as it's trapped between the warmth of Jaemin's body and the couch. "What are you going to do with me?"

The male gleefully fondles at your breast, nuzzling his head between the mounds as he inhales your scent. Squeezing them both to test your reactions, satisfied when he catches an awestruck gaze staring back at him.

Pulling at the material he's over the moon when he's met with your naked breasts immediately. "No bra, baby?" He asks before mouthing at one of your nipples, sucking harshly at the tips that harden against the cool air. Smiling against the bud when delicious moans meet his ear. "Such a dirty girl."

It's undebatable that the distribution of power in this dynamic is extremely imbalanced, with Jaemin clearly leading. Bending you to his every beck and whim, doing whatever he tells you to do. Terrified that you put yourself in this situation because you love the way he treats you like his toy that could never object.

As his covered cock meets the hood of your clit against your panties, you reel at the friction he orchestrates. A teasing rhythm that gives you a taste of what's to come, but no where near enough to satisfy you. You try to arch your back into his touch, to grind your weight against him. Yet to no avail he shoves you down mercilessly, not wanting to give you even an inkling of an idea that you have any control in this situation.

"Please, sir," You beg, teary eyes now leaking down your cheeks. "Need more."

"Such a needy girl," He huffs, crawling up your body. "But you're my maid, right?" He hums, teasing you with a pinch of your nipple on his way up. Your eyes widen like saucers when his thighs are surrounding your face. Bulge fighting to be freed from its confines. "That means you're at my service. Do what I want."

Your radar hones in on the way he quietly zips down his jeans, everything moving in slow motion as he pushes down the offensive material to the tops of his knees. Gawking at the intimidating size that rests in front of you, the thin fabric of his underwear being the only thing separating you from your prize.

Patting a hand through your hair dotingly, he trails it down your jaw before tapping at your chin. "Take these off for me, will you?" Quick to slap away your hands that awkwardly navigate around his thighs when they meet the hem. "Ah ah, no hands. Use your mouth," He implores you.

Challenging you when you aren't quick enough to answer, you make haste to do as he asks. "Yes sir," You reply before craning your neck at a painful angle. Maintaining direct eye contact as you use your strength to reach the top or his boxers, nose colliding with the covered bulge embarrassingly.

Jaemin's cock is massive, standing proud when it slaps against his stomach. Smirking down when he catches you ogling it like a work of art.

Wasting no time you instinctively let his cock enter your mouth, wide open to let him do as he pleases. Seeking nothing but to satisfy your master and provide him the best of service. He growls when he bottoms out, tip flirting with the back of your throat.

"Fuuuck," His eyes roll at the sultry feel of your wet cavern. Shuddering at how naturally your tongue swirls along the shaft. "My pretty maid is going to let me fuck her mouth?"

You nod with him still in your mouth, your arms wrapping around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. Meeting each other in the middle when you bob your head and he thrusts against you.

The back of your neck is absolutely aching at the friction and your throat feels like it's being punctured with every descent of his cock, but it felt so liberating to let this side of you loose. To be a free use whore for the one you’ve had eyes for. Your thighs rub together to alleviate some of the ache in your cunt, fantasizing about the way he would fuck you until you’ve reached a higher plane of being.

He's laughing airily at how well you take him. Surprised at how long your stamina lasted when you separate from him, tears breaking down your cheeks freely now. Remainder of your mascara dripping and crackling at the corners of your eyes.

"You want it, don't you?" He asks with a tilt of his head, angry red tip meeting your cheek with a light slap. Batting your eyelashes with doe eyes have him biting his lip before tracing the outline of your lips with precum like a gloss. "God.. who would've thought that Miss President was such a pretty little slut."

The surge of power that overtakes his body travels like lightning when you whine like a bitch in heat, and he doesn't wait before shoving himself down your throat, causing you to release a muffled groan against his groin. "Open up, baby."

You struggle to find breath as his crotch meets your nose, releasing quick inhales and exhales against the girthy length. Tears easily slip out of your eyes and he lets out a sigh at the way your tongue languidly tries to find comfort against his shaft. Your gazes meet and he pats the top of your head adoringly as he releases shallow breaths.

"Gonna cum now, sweetheart," He fucks against your face. Balls slapping against your chin and inhaling against his groin, your eyes roll back at how devastatingly ruthless he is with you. Fucking your mouth in earnest before he slips out, cock covered in sheen before his cum shoots everywhere. "Fuck!"

You're coughing for air as his cum lands all over your face down to your collarbone, some drops meeting the couch in a creamy mess. Emptying the rest of his load against your splayed out tongue. He throws his head back with a groan when you swallow it so obediently.

He detangles himself from your body before tucking himself back in, catching his breath your fucked out state resting against his couch. Wiping the sweat that's formed on his forehead back with the rest of his hair he approaches you with a dreamy sigh.

"Baby," Jaemin starts, "You've made a mess everywhere. You have to clean it up."

Brain too lost to comprehend what he's asking, he takes the reins by scooping up the remaining drops that lead up your chin. Coagulating into a thick serving against his digits before shoving them as far down your throat as possible.

Squealing against the force you lick languidly against him, savoring every last cell like it's a delicacy. You couldn't even be surprised when you hear the snap shot of his phone at your face, bedroom eyes caught in real time as your tongue laces around your lips to make sure every drop has been cleaned up. Breasts still spilled out on full display. Maid dress frazzled like collateral damage under the weight of Jaemin on top of you.

"Jaemin..." You blink slowly, adoring the way he kisses all over your face in praise. Coming down from the high of doing so well for him.

"Just like that, sweetheart," The male kisses against your forehead. "Do what I tell you, and I'll give you everything,"

You roll your eyes at his pompous ego, making room for him to squeeze flush against you on the couch. "More pics to blackmail me with?"

"Mm, nah," He shakes his head. "This one's just for me. But the other one's still fair game. I'm still holding you to your end of the deal, get my money back or it's a bust."

"Bit harsh, aren't you?" You pout. "Let you face fuck me and you're still holding me hostage."

"Don't be so dramatic," He trails his hand down your spine, playing with the ribbon that holds your apron together. Just a tad upset with himself that he didn't take care of you before fucking himself out. He narrows his eyes in confusion. "You handle it pretty well. It's 'cause you're a little slut," He chuckles.

——

Absolute dread. If you weren't careful, the four horsemen of the apocalypse would probably come bursting through the walls right now.

After a day of plotting and scheming alongside Jaemin to get the art department's funds back, you've reached the conclusion that the best way to get it back is by exposing Nakamoto in front of the people who matter.

Your presentation in front of all of his colleagues.

The day of Jaemin decides to accompany you despite your protests of handling it yourself. Under the impression that he was going to be there for moral support, Na Jaemin yet again proves to you that he is anything but what you expect.

Cornering you into an empty classroom as you prepare for your presentation, he shoves you against the nearest wall. Whispering dirty nothings into your ear while flipping your skirt up. 'Precautionary measures,' as he described it.

Wetting his fingers with his saliva he shoves his index and middle into your constantly craving hole, slipping in with ease. Pathetically always getting wet whenever in proximity of the male. When you plead for mercy against the wall, he quickly shoves a small vibrator in that's paired with a bullet to stimulate your clit.

Unable to protest as your presentation was slowly coming up, he simply flashes you a skeevy grin. Flashing a pink remote in your face, winking at your frazzled reaction. Most definitely not bothering to tell you he's ruined your hair in the midst of his playing. "Better hurry now, it's almost time."

——

A crowd of people file into the room, dressed to the nines in business attire that blares importance. Upon taking a seat where your name is plated in metal, you try to ease your nervousness by ignoring the two toys that Jaemin has planted in you as much as possible.

That seems to fail when Dean Nakamoto walks in, face stern as always. Greeting you with a curt nod before taking the seat next to you.

You respectfully return to gesture to acknowledge his presence. "Hel-"

"I presume you're prepared for today's presentation, yes?" Nakamoto cuts you off. Causing Jaemin from the next seat over to look at him with a sneer. "I hope you don't embarrass me today. I've banked a lot on you, you know."

At his curtness, you shut your mouth. Merely nodding in response before turning straight in your seat. Remembering how condescending and narcissistic he is, you grimace at the times he’s dumped his work onto you as if he was 'too above it.'

When his last colleague takes their seat, it's like a switch has flipped. Dean Nakamoto's usual hardened and distant persona is replaced with a jolly man who is loved by all. Thanking everyone in the room for joining him on such an important day.

After going through customs, Nakamoto deems it's time for the show to start.

And so does Jaemin, flicking the remote on as the lowest setting of the vibrator springs to life inside of you. The two of you looking at each other knowingly, your eyes widening like saucers under his mischievous stare.

The dean turns to you with a proud smile. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my star pupil and the president of this university's student government. She has endured a lot this year but has accomplished just as much. I'm extremely proud to have appointed her this task," He speaks highly about you, causing an applause to rip through the meeting room.

Not used to Nakamoto praising you so kindly, your mind is thrown into hysteria. The rumbling of the cheers only add to the anxiety. Barely even distracting you from the low tempo Jaemin has set for the vibrator inside of you.

When he returns to the table he gestures for you to take the stage with kind eyes. Returning a tight lipped smile you push yourself up from the edge of the table, wobbling awkwardly to the podium. You take great care to not look at Jaemin, knowing that one look at him could easily make you crumble and beg for his cock.

Others don't take notice but Jaemin chuckles quietly. Elbow resting against the edge of the table and using his hand to cover the growing smirk.

You could work around the pace that Jaemin has set, still able to form a coherent sentence but unable to stop the wetness that slowly forms against the friction.

"Before I begin," You start, Nakamoto already raising an eyebrow at the blatant ignorance of the approved script. Shaking your head at your introduction, immediately cutting to the chase.

"No, actually. I'd like to make a request to Dean Nakamoto," You narrow your eyes at him. Hands start to scratch at the edges of the podium as the buzzing becomes more prominent between your legs. "I would like to ask you to return the money you have unsolicitedly taken from the photography club, along with the rest of the art departments."

Dean Nakamoto is shocked and dumbfounded at your request. A flurry of confused whispers brew between the officials at such allegations. He tries to save face by taking on his cold and threatening persona, one he knows that always puts you back into place.

"Why would I do that? The budget that I've given them is more than enough. Their equipment is more than sufficient. I fail to see the problem," Nakamoto quips, irritation evident at your sudden rebellion.

"Because..." You inhale slowly, trying your hardest to ignore the low buzzing between your legs. Praying that the wetness doesn't leak past your already sopping panties. "It's the principle, Dean Nakamoto. Y-you can't discriminate against photography club or the rest of the arts department because of—"

You topple over slightly against the podium, squeezing your thighs as close together as possible. Trying to hold in a wanton moan as the settings have been changed to stimulate your clit as well, the bullet lodged against your bud shoots to life as nerves shoot through your cunt all the way up your body like electricity.

Sending Jaemin your iciest yet fucked out glare in a quick glance, you resent him even more as he only winks at you in response. Fighting the urge to drag him out of the meeting room and have him fuck you senseless.

Jaemin has an evil grin plastered on his face, the pink remote invisible to everyone as he toys with the settings— intervals of slow and steady rhythms to rapid and successive beats intending to destroy whatever brain cells you had left. Thumb lazily flicking against the switches like a television remote.

Dean Nakamoto immediately cuts into your lack of focus, whether for better or worse. "Because of what, Miss President," He demands rather than asks, foot that's crossed over his leg shaking in impatience.

His colleagues aren't anymore impressed, bored and borderline irritated stares sent your way with no knowledge that there's two sex toys working in tandem against and in your pussy, almost touching but separated by the wall of flesh. Working together in unison to absolutely ruin you.

You bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, white knuckling the edges of the podium for dear life as your orgasm comes close. You squeeze your eyes tight shut to ease your mind, but the vibration in your walls along with the rubbing against your clit has you almost delirious.

Seeing stars you barely register Dean Nakamoto snapping at you. "Are you even well? You look sick. This isn't like you at all," Nakamoto tries to feign concern for the audience, but it's blatant that he only wants to end this and reprimand you, possibly even punish you for the embarrassment you've caused him today for both your betrayal of trust and failure to present yourself properly.

"Now I suggest you hurry up and wrap up your garbled thoughts, Miss President. We have more pressing matters to attend to," Your Dean reprimands you.

Jaemin only glances at the older male with an unamused look, eyebrow quirked. He shrugs before flipping the switch to an even more intense setting. Your eyes snap wide open as your jaw drops in a silent scream.

Nakamoto starts. "Miss—"

"Because of your blatant bias!" You groan out, moan obvious in your voice as your chest falls over the flat of the podium. Ass sticking out like a slut as you wiggle around, pathetically trying to run away from the stimulation. In turn only motivating the toys to hit spots to pleasure you further. Silently thanking that from your position nobody could see how your slick is now trickling down the back of your legs.

"Because I saw you u-use the budget you'd taken from the art department and dump it all into the sports teams!" You cry while feigning an accusatory tone, tears brimming and threatening to break through. "T-that's not all though. You laundered that money made from the clubs into the school just so it could end up right back into your pockets!"

Everyone but Jaemin is gawking at you with confusion at the show in front of them, most drawing the conclusion that you're simply just overly passionate about the topic. Your whole body is on fire, the quivering of your hole clenching against the vibrator begging for release.

Giving one last pleading look at the male who has both ruined you and freed you, he sends you an endearing smile before quirking his head at you.

"Good girl," Jaemin whispers, granting the grand finale as he jacks up the toys to their most intense settings. The bullet pointing at the center of your clit and the vibrator moving like it has a life of its own with the support of your hips grinding against the podium.

You snap your teeth against your bottom lip as you bite back a scream. Squealing into your clenched fist, noise barely audible against the outraged uproar of the other officials. Gushing hard enough for your wetness to come out in a wave. Orgasm washing over you in euphoria, your eyes rolling to the back of your head before you stumble over to inhale and exhale deeply.

Jaemin turns off the toys before swiftly pocketing the remote. Power trip evident in his hardened bulge at the show you gave him and knocking the man he hates most off his pedestal. "Is that true, Mr. Nakamoto?" He inquires with a fake ignorance to the older male, shit eating grin evident in his tone.

Nakamoto's jaw is dropped as his peers scrutinize him. Unending accusations being thrown at him. Head whipping left and right at his rapidly diminishing reputation.

"She doesn't know what she's talking about! She's crazy!" He slams his hands against the table, waving an arm in your direction. "Just look at her! She's delirious!"

You're still trying to catch your breath, perspiration dripping down your head leaving you feeling sticky all over. Feeling everyone's gaze on you again you try to find the willpower to stand straight, to no avail still wheezing like you'd just ran a marathon.

"She's crazy?" Jaemin mocks before taking your side at the podium, hand not visible to the audience as he cups your ass under your skirt. Smirking at the sticky wetness that meets his hand. "Care to tell me what all of this is then?"

The younger male holds up his other hand. A familiar folder full of invoices directed to Nakamoto's account, administered by anonymous parties all over. The latter male at a loss for words as you finally recover from your high. Glowering your eyes at the man who's kept you like a bird in a cage for years now.

Whether you flew into another trap, you couldn't say that you mind. Feeling much more at home with your new keeper as he circles your waist in support. Whispering praises into your ear at how good you were for him.

Your soon to be ex-dean has been boo'd out of the large meeting room, looking at the two of you in absolute disgust as he slams the door behind him. Surely preparing for whatever legal action his superiors have waiting for him.

When the frenzy finally dies down and everyone has cleared the room, you're left your vices with Jaemin. Panting heavily from the intense climax you instinctively shove him when he comes too close.

"Come on now, Pres," He coos while drawing you in by the waist. Nuzzling his nose into your neck cozily while he plays with the hem of your skirt. Hand trailing up to remove the slick covered toys, smirking before putting them in his pocket. "You did amazing. I'm so proud of you."

Groaning at his unnecessary praise, you slap his shoulder. "Did you really have to shove a vibrator up my pussy?" You whine.

Jaemin pouts at you in return, giving your ass a light smack at your complaining. "It was to make sure you behaved and did what I told you to," He growls, bringing you in closer causing you to gasp at his apparent erection poking at your stomach. "What? Didn't like showing all the nice people and your favorite dean what a nasty whore you are?"

Your stomach drops at the humiliating thought, hoping that you had been as discreet as possible. "They... They couldn't tell, right?" You seek Jaemin's arms for comfort and reassurance.

He shrugs. "Who knows? I'm pretty sure the riot you caused mattered more than you moaning like a bitch in heat," He laughs before nibbling at your jaw. "But I know I had fun."

Before you could think of a comeback, he's twisting your bodies in the direction of the meeting table. Yelping when he shoves you face down against the surface, ass in the air for Jaemin to glorify.

"Thought that we were done?"

Flipping your skirt up, Jaemin moans at the sight. Cotton panties absolutely stained and ruined, top of your rimmed hole to the back of your thighs shining with a mix of fluids. "How could I let you go after your little show?"

Your hands seek sanctuary on the edge of the table, gripping for stability. "Jaemin! Someone might come in!"

He's absolute dazed, plea completely flying over his head as he takes in the sight. Teary eyes at the forceful grip he has at the back of your neck, bending to his will. Insatiable need to make you his.

"God, baby," He grips the meat of your ass, falling to his knees while he fondles your cheeks, panties coming down on the way. A quiet gasp escaping you when the cool air hits your exposed core.

Spreading your cheeks to get an even better view, he's in awe at your beautiful holes. Making direct eye contact with your pulsing rim, pussy convulsing around the mold that the vibrator had left. Empty, begging to be refilled.

As a bout of wetness oozes out of your hole, Jaemin takes great care to make sure not a drop is wasted. Catching it with his tongue just before the gossamer thread rips, meeting it at the source when he licks from your clit to your core.

"Oh god," You groan out, teeth grinding together when you feel him tongue fucking you from the back. Still extremely sensitive from your prior orgasm, aftershocks of the vibrator still causing you to quiver.

Suckling on your folds, he separates from your core with a pop. Gasping for air after eating you like a five course meal.

Idiotically believing he'd grant you a break, he dives right back in. Licking around your hole while motoring his head back and forth, nose flattening against your puckered hole. Scratchy pants leaving your throat when he disgustingly inhales your gaudy scent.

Fucked out eyes flutter open while he feasts, ogling the hole above your pussy. Like a man possessed he leaves your overused hole to attend to the other.

Appendage fighting through the wrinkled skin, airy laughs leaving him at your whining. "Sir, not there!" You beg.

Whole body twitching under his mouth fucking. An iron grip at the flesh of your thighs to hold you still as you try to run from his pleasure. "Shut up," He grunts, feeling victorious when his tongue seeps through the barrier.

"Ahh!" You squeal, hand traveling back to rip at his scalp. Wanting to run away but unconsciously shoving your ass even further against him. Legs burning from the overstimulation. Heeled boots not doing any favors to help maintain poise, feet aching and fighting the urge to give out. "Sir... Gonna... I'm gonna-"

Always one step ahead of you, a veiny hand darts to your clit, rubbing in harsh figure eights. Flashes booming in your vision like fireworks when the mind fucking orgasm washes over your body.

"Fuck!" You scream, head whipping up like a woman possessed. Neck strained as it bends in an absurd angle.

Squirt passes through like a dam, coating Jaemin's face when he tries to savor every last droplet. Having to circle his strong biceps above your knees to keep your spasming form from falling over. Incessant babbling incapable of forming even the least coherent sentence.

"Fucking shit, baby," He wipes off the remains of your essence with the back of his hand. Playing with the wetness that's leftover when he grabs your ass again, smearing it all over the fleshy surface. "So hot, my god. Fucking perfect for me."

A lazy smile adorning your face at his praise, head falling back onto the table in exhausted delight when he pets your hair. Proud of how good you are for him, his heart beating at an irate pace at the fucked out yet loving look you give him.

"Give me one more?" He asks, kissing up your shoulder blades to ease your shaking. Meeting your lips in a soft peck, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You give him the green light with a weak nod.

And without a care in the world, he's stripping the both of you out of your clothes. You gasp when he rips at the seams of your panties, pocketing it along with the sex toys for later reference.

Shirts flying in unmemorable directions, kicking both his boxers and pants off in one go. He lets your breasts spill out of your bra by pulling the cups down, letting it meet the rest of the fabric when he unclasps it.

Engorged cock shoving into your hole in one fell swoop, the both of you groaning in euphoria. Jaemin fills you in amazingly. Veiny cock stirring your insides from the get go when he sets an excruciating pace.

"You wanna know something?" Jaemin lowers his chest onto your back, allowing him to thrust in deeper and more intimately. He brings a hand to trail through your scalp before craning your neck to the side, allowing for dirty eye contact to be made. Disbelief at the fucked out expression on your face, he continues in glee. "I was never actually going to show anyone that photo."

Whatever questions you were going to ask were replaced with cries of pleasure. Chuckling at your moans and the squelch of your pussy. He brings you in for an adoring yet sloppy kiss, quickly separating with a suck of your tongue.

"Wh... What do you mean?" You manage between panting moans, only able to speak during the split second intermissions of his pointed thrusts.

"Why would I?" Jaemin laughs, grip in your hair causing your scalp to burn amazingly. Cramping your neck when he pulls your head up from the table to get an even better look at you. "I could never show anyone this side of you. This cute, bratty, slutty side of you—?"

He licks up your earlobe and then into the shell of your ear before biting harshly on it. Groaning into it when he takes on a relentless pace, balls meeting your clit in succession. Leftover cum and brand new wetness alike flying everywhere with every plunge of his cock.

"It's mine. All fucking mine."

He practically roars when he feels your hole clenching impossibly tight against his cock.

"Didn't want to delete that photo so I could jack off to it every night since I saw you. Looked so fucking pretty and needy," Thrusts losing rhythm when he feels balls clenching in need for release. "Wanted to slut you out so bad."

"Sir! I'm cumming, please!" You scream when he bottoms out, tip of his cock kissing your cervix so sweetly. Drool from your mouth like a socket. Fucked beyond any plane of coherence, brain devoid of any thoughts but Jaemin.

"That's right, baby," He pulls out, cock popping out with an obnoxious squelch, heavy slap against his stomach as the tip meets his belly button. Almost causing you to screech at the loss of stimulation and scratch at him before he flips you onto your back. Impending orgasm barely at your fingertips escaping your clutches.

Hair flooding around your head like a halo, scrunched expression driving Jaemin insane beyond belief. Shoving you further up the expanse of the table, he joins you when he crawls over your body. Caging you in between strong arms, throwing your legs forcefully over his shoulders.

Seconds too long before he plunges back in, you’re screaming at him to come back, he shuts you up with a shove of his fingers in your mouth. "You'll get to cum again, selfish slut," He grits when he dives back in, reaching the hilt in one thrust. "Let master enjoy himself a little more."

Long fingers cause you to gag when they reach the back of your throat, the salty taste of perspiration mixed with your juices leave you hysterical. Paired with the slap of his dick against your abused cunt.

"Please- I can't anymore. Please please please let me cum," You beg voice muffled against his fingers. Shrieking with a bout of fat tears dripping from your sockets when his thrusts reach new depths, his feet planted against the table to fold you even further into yourself.

You lose track of the moment, everything is Jaemin. Feels like him, smells like him, tastes like him- it's just Jaemin. Licking around his fingers as they leave your mouth, you give him a delirious look full of adoration.

Loyal to him at a borderline unhealthy level. You're saddened that not every single one of your holes are filled by Jaemin, feeling empty when his fingers leave your mouth for your clit once again.

Lost in his old world of your walls constricting around his cock, he's brought back when your hands cup his face. Two equally dazed gazes meeting in unison, a hazy sigh leaving you at his wanton groans.

"Jaemin, kiss me, pleasee" You beg adorably, teary eyes undeniably irresistible. Wrapping arms around his neck to bring him closer than you already were. He could never deny such a request, giving in when he plants his plush lips against yours.

Angling your heads to get as much of each other as possible. Tongues dancing in harmony before battling for dominance, inevitably losing when he bites at your bottom lip.

His wet muscle shoved down your mouth to lick at the inner flesh of your cheeks, teeth clacking carelessly as he tries to reach as deep as possible in every hole he dominates. Marking you with bruises and bites on the outside, making sure you carry his seed on the inside.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Separating from the kiss, his thrusting surely becomes sloppier but only grows in power, pistoning with every thrash of his hips. Tilting your chin up to kiss the tip of your nose. Crazed grin taking over when you bob your head.

He uses the last of his energy to throw his whole body into every thrust, fighting the ache of his legs to please you. Pussy sucking him in so good, spasming and gripping around him like it never wants his cock to leave. "Do it then. Cum for me, cum on this cock."

Your vision goes blurry when your eyes roll back, seeing nothing but white when your last orgasm crashes in. Coagulated slick layering from the prior rounds coating his cock along with the fresh new layer, a nasty mess spilling everywhere as he chases his own.

"I know, baby," He reassures you when you screech at the overstimulation. Scratching down the expanse of his back in hopes of keeping you from floating away, skin reddening as you mark him yours. "I'm almost there. C'mon, you can do it."

A few more strokes and he catches up to you, a raspy groan echoing across the empty classroom as the contents of his balls spills inside of you.

"Oh my god," He growls. Rolling over onto his side, laying next to you who is even more spent. The two of you share a look before his gaze darts to your leaking pussy. The mix of the translucent and creamy cum spilling out of you.

"That was..." You start, back arching slightly at the aftershocks that tremor through your core.

"Fucking amazing," He cups your cheek before giving you a chaste kiss. "You're absolutely amazing."

Despite wanting to sleep for the next ten hours, Jaemin throws himself up off the table. Collecting your clothes before dressing you up like his own doll, feeling pampered at the care he's giving you.

Lightly patting the side of your thigh, he motions for you to head to the bathroom. His pants hanging low on his waist, toned physique ever appetizing despite being fucked to oblivion. "Go clean up. I'll wait for you here and then take you home."

Once you get to the frame of the door, you turn back to him. Giggling at the way he's wiping down the leftover puddle of your shared cum on the table. "Hey Jaemin?"

He hums at you in response. "Yes, Pres?"

"Thanks."

——

"No." You blank.

"Come ooon," Jaemin whines. Poking at your nose to distract you from the work on your laptop. "Don't knock it until you try it. It's not even that bad! My tongue's been in your ass, this is nothing."

Not acknowledging the cute pout of his lip, you squish his foot with your own under the table. Taking great pleasure in his cries of pain.

A few weeks later after the whole ordeal, Yuta Nakamoto has been expelled from his duties as your university's dean. Replaced by a much more ethical and fair man known as Lee Doyoung.

Rewarded for your heroism against the corrupt official you were granted a full scholarship, still keeping your job at the maid cafe as you realized how much you loved your side hustle.

A relationship of sorts has bloomed with Jaemin, regaining the same friendship the two of you adored from a year ago. Yet something more in the air.

You smile to yourself at the thought, forgiving him for his antics. Brought back to reality at the male next to you when he tucks his head into your shoulder.

"What now, Nana?" You appease him.

He pulls out the same trinket out of his jacket pocket. "Will you wear the cat ears just once, please?" He begs with a baby voice, eyes shining in a childish manner.

You roll your eyes, giving into the absolute heartthrob that's attached to you. Hating but accepting the fact that you'd pretty much do anything for him.

When you put on the cat headband he coos and claps, patting your head like an actual animal before pulling out his phone. Screen shooting a noise reminiscent of the first picture he took at the back alley of the cafe.

"Fucking weirdo." You grunt at him.

"Hey," He sulks, soothing circles into your neck. "Better to be my pet than the Dean's Pet, right?"

Your eyelids flicker in feigned annoyance, unable to help it before smooching him obnoxiously. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

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author's note: thank u for reading <3

ps to all my weebs— shoutout to usui

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bluexiao · 3 years

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#can i please sit on your lap?

—actually, this is where you just sat on their lap for no reason to see their reaction

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma/Tohma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. mostly fluff!! wholesome, honestly. kind of domestic in a way<3

thank you so much for @feifae for this lovely idea<3

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ALBEDO probably moved away first, his upper body pulling back slightly at the feeling of someone plopping on his lap. However, the second he sees you, he eases back into his normal position, saying, “Well hello there, darling. Do you need anything?” with a soft smile. You could only fluster him if you lean your head on his chest and bonus points if you wrap your arms on his waist whilst still on his lap. Expect him to chuckle a few seconds after and lean his chin on the top of your head. “Did you miss me already?”

CHILDE sputters “O-Oh?” then his facade will change in an instant, his arms circling your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “Is my baby starting to grow bored? Wanna go out, you say? Alright, I’ll treat you if you kiss me.” he doesn’t really mean that but if you decide to indulge him, his face will flush and he’ll probably duck his face on your neck to hide it from you or others.

DILUC would be flustered on the inside. He will probably stiffen up even if he saw that it was you but his muscles will ease up when you lean in and kiss his jaw. He’ll be careful to touch you but his gloved hands will soon find its way on your waist, holding you there gently. “I’m sorry, my love, do you want to go to bed now? Let me wrap this up and I’ll carry you soon.” a sad smile curls on his face as he presses a kiss on the crown of your head.

GOROU visibly pulls back only until he saw that it was you, only then will he relax and place a hand on you, most likely on your back or your waist. A bright smile would appear on his face at your sight, most especially if he hadn’t seen you for awhile and you surprised him by meeting up with him. “Hey there, honey.” he’d greet. Press a kiss on his forehead or scratch his ears gently and he may flush right there and then.

“What could this be?” KAEYA smirks, leaning back on his chair and placing his hands on each side of the armchair. “To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?” he’d muse. “Would you prefer it if I could take a break and take you somewhere? I can be free for you whenever you like.” he winks at you the audacity. he’s partly being genuine and partly teasing you, actually, although there may be some truth in those words.

KAZUHA acts like he isn’t affected and is trying to affect you instead, but more lowkey than Kaeya. He smiles genuinely and softly looks at you, racing a hand and starting to softly caress your hair. “Are you getting bored, dove? Would you like to hear a haiku I’ve been making?” And I promise you the haiku is really sweet because it’s most likely for you<3

SCARAMOUCHE glares at you at first, even releasing a low groan. “What now?” He tries to make it seem like he absolutely hates it but that embarrassed look on his face says it all. If you don’t speak and continue sitting there on his lap, he merely huffs and returns back to what he’s previously doing. “Just don’t bother me, hear that?” he’ll sigh “You’re so clingy… scoot closer or you’ll fall.” He’s so complicated but he likes it dw

THOMA also jumped slightly when you dropped down on his lap. “Babe?” he’d question, surprised and curious at the same time. With or without people around, his reactions would be the same nonetheless. “Need anything? Or… is this your way of saying that it’s time for cuddles? Ah you want cuddles?” he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. “I’m quite comfortable here, thank you very much. If you want cuddles, you’ll get it here.” he’d chuckle.

VENTI is probably the hardest to fluster above everyone else. He’d look at you curiously and then perk up in joy, wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly. “Aww, is my love missing me already?! Fret not, your bard boyfriend is here to save the day!” he’s kinda cringey but yes it happens most of the time. You can never prank a prankster… sometimes.

Be careful with XIAO. He trusts you, but he doesn’t trust himself that much. Thus, you must make your presence known first before you slowly walk towards him and then suddenly plop on his lap. “What… are you doing?” he’d slowly ask, confused and quite flushed. If you state the obvious, he’d huff and look away. However, if you move for a little bit, he might panic that you are falling and will instinctively raise his hands to hold you. Imagine his surprise that you weren’t T-T still, he might find his hands unable to move away now. Wonder why.

ZHONGLI is the calmest person here, you think? Nah. He’d awkwardly shuffle his legs when you sit on his lap, especially if he previously has his legs crossed. “Love?” he’d question, especially if you don’t usually plop on his lap randomly. “Is there something wrong?” he’d ask carefully, probably thinking you were not feeling well or you needed something from him. As a god, that’s most likely his way of thinking, completely forgetting that you’re a mortal and mortals do weird things sometimes—most of the time. If you admit it’s for nothing, he’d nonetheless relax and even offer for you to lean on his chest. Yes, very wholesome indeed.

NOTES. i’ve actually been debating whether i’ll make a taglist or not but i keep forgetting it! so now i decided i should not delay it any further hehe.

#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #thoma x reader #gorou x reader #tohma x reader #childe x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #venti x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin oneshots

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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hi mei! how are you doing? :)

i was hoping to request a ‘molly’s pumpkin patch,’ for spencer reid?

maybe the grumpy x sunshine trope please? but reader is maybe known for being the grumpy, sarcastic one? <3

come vacation on my island!

🎃 molly’s pumpkin patch - send me a trope and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. enemies to lovers with regulus black)

"I swear to god," You grumbled, your coffee mug hitting your desk far harsher than it needed to, "The next person that walks through that fucking door and thinks I'm in the mood to talk is gonna pay."

Morgan shot Prentiss a wide-eyed glance, both resigning to keeping their mouths firmly shut for the rest of the day while you were sitting between them. Almost everyone on the team had been on the receiving end of your particularly grumpy moods, and even Hotch had been stunned into silence after you'd leveled him with a snarky remark. No one fancied messing with you, not if you were annoyed.

Unfortunately, the next person that walked through the door did think that you were in the mood to talk. JJ had called out a warning to Reid as he'd rushed over to your desk, a battered old book in his hands, but he reached you before she could finish, slamming the book down onto your desk excitedly.

"Y/N," He began, hands already twitching eagerly as he showcased his findings, "I was digging through my bookshelf this weekend, and I found this book, I think you'd really like it! It's a little worn, and it's got my annotations in it, so it might be hard to read, but I really think it's your style, and whenever you're finished we can talk about it! I ran through it again yesterday and added some notes for you, and if you're interested afterwards, I was looking at some analyses of it! There's some really good ones," He started losing steam, his signature satisfied grin on his face, "I'll share them whenever you're ready."

Everyone's attention was on you. JJ looked terrified, Morgan's hands twisting anxiously around a pen that he'd been scribbling notes down with. Prentiss glanced down at her desk with wide eyes, desperately reading through paperwork she'd already finished to try and block out the explosion she knew was coming.

You felt your frustration swell in your chest, the dead silence of the room only adding fuel to your fire. But then you glanced up at Spencer's expectant smile, and all at once, it evaporated.

"I look forward to it," You smile softly, reaching for the tattered book and flipping through the first few pages, "Thanks Spence."

He walked away with his contented smile still stretched over his face, and you kept your nose in the book he'd lent you so that you could avoid all of your coworkers' meaningful stares.

All it took was a snickered, "Someone's got a soft spot," From Morgan to reignite the annoyance that flickered in your chest, though, and you leveled him with a menacing glare.

"Not for you," You snapped, "So don’t push it."

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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★! ⛓️ ⟩⟩ mlm obey me visuals ooo

𖥻 characters... demon brothers x m!mc

𖥻 genre... nsfw, pure fucken porn.

𖥻 warnings... links to mlm twt porn. if you don't read this or just blatantly ignore this warning don't be shocked n mad when you see it's two men fucking, minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, mlm / nblm fetishisers will be blocked, you'll need to log in to twitter to see these i apologise

𖥻 a.n... ARGRGRGRGRRRRRR IM SO EXCITED TO MAKE THIS POST I HOPE YALL ENJOY MUAH !!!!! have this little goodie while i finish up some of my drafts hehehehehehe

… ♥︎ ?! lucifer

lucifer's supposed to be scolding you but you look so sweet he just can't resist :(

imagine having shower sex with the firstborn in his big ass bathroom oh my god

… ♥︎ ?! mammon

mammon's pretty rough with you after losing his poker game :(

his whimpers when he rides you :( <3

… ♥︎ ?! leviathan

playing with levi while he games <3

look at the way the third born squirms when you touch him :(

… ♥︎ ?! satan

satan found another way to take out his anger <3

he loves feeling you up when he's in you because it reminds him you're really there :((

… ♥︎ ?! asmodeus

asmo loves riding you when the two of you bathe together <3

he loves sending you videos when you're away to remind you of what you're missing <;33

… ♥︎ ?! beelzebub

beel always gets so hard after his workouts so you always offer to help him <3

seeing your belly bulge always makes him feel so proud :(

… ♥︎ ?! belphegor

playing with belphie after he wakes up from a nap :(

nothing beats the feeling of being so close to you <3

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sicktember · 2 years

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Welcome to the Sicktember 2022 prompt list!

Sicktember is a month-long, multi-fandom prompt event that is taking place in September! This event focuses on sick characters and their caregivers.

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[Text Version of the Prompts Below the Cut]

30 Prompts!

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2. Homesick

3. Painkillers

4. Hangover

5. 'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.'

6. Sick on vacation

7. A cry for attention

8. Intense coddling

9. Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. 'I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It's Fine.’'

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying

20. Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid reflux/heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’

Alternate Prompts!

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

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Tokyo Revengers boyfriend head cannons when you’re on your period.

☰ 🍒 Fluff and semi smut!

☰ characters: Draken, Mikey, Inui, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Rindou, Ran, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Sanzu, Kazutora, Baji, Hanma.

☰ tags: @shibuyawardnetwork @reiners-milkbiddies @winterv-black

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Draken:

•Draken and you are a playful couple, you guys have some teasing banter with each other (he only teases you cause he loves you <3)

•One day you were at his place and laying on the bed with Draken, you two were just chatting and being playful and he jokingly told you to “shut up” and since you were having bad cramps, you couldn’t help but cry. Yk it happens.

•”Shit baby, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way. What’s wrong?” He asked, immediately feeling bad.

•He can be a little clueless. So just tell him when you’re getting cramps!

•Will bring you chicken soup (or any comfort food) to you and literally spoon feed it. He will also bring a bunch of snacks from the convenience store like water, snacks you are craving and some candy.

•He understands that you can get really emotional or moody, so he makes sure to comfort you during this sensitive time.

•Sometimes you get reallll horny on your period (I don’t blame you lmao) and Draken is there for it. Having sex is no problem, since your body feels a little more sensitive during that time it makes you cum even faster w/ him and he loves it.

•Draken loves when you deep throat him and make eye contact, so messy, so pretty. “My pretty slut.” He calls you.

•”Kenny, daddy? Can you pick up some pads for me pretty please?”

•”Of course, princess. I’ll let you wear my hoodie while I’m gone.”

•Sends you a bunch of pictures of pads bc he has no clue what is what.

•Draken is the kind of boyfriend to cuddle up with you and hold your hand whenever needed during your period.

•He loves you, so much.

━━━

Mikey:

•You feel period cramps? Mikey feels the pain too. You both are like two peas in a pod.

•You stained your panties and started to cry since it was a cute pair, then Mikey took them out of your hands without a word and hand washed them in cold water to remove the blood stain. You are his precious girl!! :)

•He can tolerate your mood swings and emotional state during your period, while you were apologizing for getting annoyed at something he told you “no need to worry baby, I can’t imagine what it’s like dealing with a period. You girls are really strong.”

•Mikey lends you his shirts to wear which smell just like him and his cologne, they’re so so comfy too.

•Mikey would love to fuck you while you’re wearing nothing but his shirt on ;) kinda reminds him that you are his.

•He will come by with a huge bag of all the yummy snacks he found, he will go out and get food for you and a yummy drink like bubble tea, or lemonade, anything refreshing to cheer you up.

•It’s also cool if you don’t want to have sex at this time, he will respect that. But if you do want to fuck on your period, Mikey will absolutely be down to finger you as foreplay. He knows all the right words to say to make you soaking wet. “You like that baby, huh?”

•Takes a lot to gross him out so, if you’re cool w/ it, all good.

•Mikey is a pro at fingering. He knows exactly how to make you squirm and beg for more, he gently presses two fingers into your slit as he angles his fingers upwards as they trust in and out of you - his other hand rubbing your clit. The perfect remedy for cramps.

•He rubs your belly and tells you all the reasons why he loves you.

•Mikey will spoil you with little presents during this time. He always shows his love to you, Manjirou goes above and beyond.

•He will spoil you with anything you’d like, from makeup, beauty, clothes, desserts and food. He gives you a pretty necklace or earrings >_<

•”It’s only fair I treat my girl right while she is on her period, right?”

━━━

Hakkai:

•He is incredibly sweet and patient, if you are having PMS and mood swings he absolutely does not mind the mood swings and will comfort you however he can.

•Let’s you sit in his lap as he rubs gentle circles on your back, “shh it’s okay sweetie. It will be over soon, you’re going to be okay. I’m here.”

•Actual sweet pea.

•Hakkai will make sure you take your pain killers and hand you a water bottle as you take them. He also takes the opportunity to surprise you with your favourite flowers, it’s the little things.

•Whether you want to strictly stay at home and relax or go out for a fancy dinner to take your mind off your period, he will be the sweetest boyfriend ever.

•”Hey babe, to cheer you up I got us matching outfits! Mitsuya gave me a recommendation and look how cute they are!”

━━━

Kazutora:

•Some random dude off the street started hitting on you and today was not your day, this made you mad. With Kazutora beside you he was about to beat him up. “Babe, I’ve been to jail before and I’m not afraid to go again.” 💀

•He’s extra sweet during this time and has more patience than usual.

•Kazu will brush your hair to help you relax

•Even though you got a little bit of hormonal acne he is totally your hype man “oh yeah hot stuff, that’s my baby. Hottest chick ever!”

•He will order food to your house as a surprise before coming over.

•”does it hurt?”

•”Mhm :(“

•”Damn that’s a yikes. I’ll give you cuddles.” Ok, he is trying.

•Kazutora will take a hot shower with you and help wash your body or hair, whatever you allow him to do. He will hold you in his arms and after wrap you up in a fluffy, fresh towel.

━━━

Mitsuya:

•He has sisters so he knows how girls and kids can be, naturally very patient due to that. He’s very considerate and extremely understanding towards you.

•Lots of cuddles and will give you a shoulder or back massage if you’re feeling sore. He’s the big spoon so he’d wrap his arms around your waist.

•”Ahh it’s so icky!”

•”It’s natural, baby. It will be over soon cutie.”

•If you tell him you’re on your period and not feeling well he will order food to your house while he picks things up from the store.

•He picks up some pads for you and can easily find the right brand you tell him to get, along with feminine wipes, pain killers or chocolate.

•Gives you all the cuddles you need.

━━━

Baji:

•Baji is a really chill boyfriend and like any of the TR boys will be really considerate during your monthly cycle.

•you two were going to have a date to a fancy restaurant but you dreadfully had to cancel due to how annoying your flow and period cramps were being.

•”Hey Baji, I’m not sure if I can make it tonight… my period came and I just feel terrible. I really wanted to go on our date but I don’t feel good.”

•”Aw Angel, don’t worry. Would you like me to come over? I can get some take out for us and we could watch some tv and relax or play video games. ❤️”

•He comes over with a grey pair of sweats for you to wear n his big comfy shirt that you love to steal. Baji thinks you are SO beautiful in his clothes.

•You two spend the evening eating some fries, burgers and milk shakes then it turns into you on his lap, and you start making out.

━━━

Kokonoi:

•This man adores you so much. He will go out and pick up everything you need, probably some extra fancy pads (lol), some strawberry dessert wine, udon, girl just ask for it and he has it.

•You were staying with him when you woke up and discovered your period was here, a few days too early.

•You begin to cry as you realized you had stained your boyfriends sheets. He woke up with a groggy morning voice “(name)? Princess, what’s wrong?”

•After him finding out you got blood on the sheets he comforted you immediately. Koko also took it into his own hands to get some designer silk pjs for you that evening.

•He cleaned the sheets like the gentleman he is.

•While Koko was gone during the day he ended up purchasing a Dior perfume for you, some skincare, a promise ring and some snacks for you. This man is smart with his money but loves to spoil his cutie.

•He would romantically and gently fuck you, orgasms can sometimes help relieve period cramps.

•Koko decided to fuck you in missionary, to keep you comfy and so he could lean down to leave marks all over your neck and chest. He also sounds so pretty when he cums in you aaa. (Wow I should rlly make some hot nsfw head cannons.)

━━━

Sanzu:

•Sanzu definitely prefers you when you’re all needy and horny for him but will also have fun taking you at a more sensitive time of the month.

•”How’s my girl doing? You need anything?”

•Sometimes you can be a little bratty when you’re on your period, you enjoy making him agitated to get him to fuck you senseless.

•Sanzu will roughly pound you senseless, making you beg him for more. This may include some choking, spanking, hitting n even spitting in your mouth.

•He can also be very loving, if you need him he will be there. “Aw, baby girl. Are you feeling okay? Tell me what you need.”

•Let’s you lay against his chest as he tells you how adorable you are. >_<

•He gives you your space when needed but will also give you all the chocolate you could ask for.

•”Need anything else, doll? Don’t worry (name), I can handle you during your period.”

•A dirty smirk on his face.

━━━

Rindou:

•Buys you cute plushies and stuffed animals 🥺

•He picks up some desserts, fruit tarts, cupcakes, drinks, everything to cheer his wonderful girlfriend up.

•Being a little sadistic he rlly enjoys fucking you on your period and possibly using it as an opportunity to dump all his cum in you w/o the pill.

•”fuck, sexy girl, wrapping so tightly around my cock. You love being stretched out by me don’t ya doll face?”

•Will leave light bruises on you and hickeys allllll over for days.

•Since sometimes your tits can feel a little swollen during your time of the month, so Rindou sucks on them and plays with them.

•You are Rindou’s little princess. He spoils you rotten. He decided to let you go to the nail salon, he picked what you got done ofc n paid for you.

━━━

Kakucho:

•Ohmygod he is so loving, Kaku just adores you.

•You were so horny and really needed Kaku’s cock while your period hormones hit. He gladly accepted your offer. He isn’t really bothered by blood either, it’s natural, nothing to be ashamed of.

•Kaku got you on his lap as you slowly lowered yourself on his length, with your arms gently placed on his shoulders and his hands guiding your waist and hips.

•Kaku especially loves the hot and sexy little whimpers you let out as his cock stretches that tight & pretty pussy out. “Daddy, need you” you whine.

•If you’re having cramps Kaku will take care of you, he is so loyal nothing you do can stop him from loving you. He gets you a heating pad n yummy snacks.

•If you get a little moody or snappy he knows it’s nothing personal and gives you all the reassurance you need.

━━━

Hanma:

•If you are moody when you’re on you’re period, Hanma will tease you back and give you some smartass remarks. Until you give him a dirty look, then he is begging for forgiveness.

•Hanma loves you, sometimes in a twisted way but he loves you.

•One night in the middle of summer Hanma was out at night, getting into a fight, running from the cops and stirring up trouble. 🙄

•You just started your period and you were overwhelmed with emotions and crying as you ate instant ramen.

•You decided to call your boyfriend Hanma. Of course he instantly picked up his cell phone, you sobbed into the phone. “Hanma, I need you. Please come over, my tummy hurts.”

•He got the message that you needed him and had to finish up his fight. “My girl needs me, so let’s make this quick.” Before coming home to comfort you.

•You two ordered take out and he attempted to comfort you by caressing your cheek, giving you some pain killers, take out food and some water.

•This dirty perv was also tryna get you in a better mood so he could fuck you. Being on your period is no pass from being roughly fucked doggy style by Hanma. Enough to make the ppl next door hear!

•Lowkey likes the blood.

━━━

Inui:

•Sometimes Inui doesn’t really know how to handle certain things like periods. He is a little clueless to knowing when you’re about to start your period of if you’re just a bit moody in general.

•You were feeling particularly feisty this month. With a pouty expression on your face the whole day.

•”Babe, what’s wrong?”

•”Nothing.” You said as you crossed your arms with sass.

•Of course you couldn’t help your emotions and hormones going a little all over the place for a few days due to your period. Yet, Inui knew you well.

•”You’re hungry, princess. What do you want, sushi or dumplings?” He just knows you so well *sob*, you end up getting sushi n cola!

•”Inui, can we go do some shopping too? I saw new cute clothes!”

•”Of course honey. Anything you want. Your birthday is coming up in a few weeks, how about you give me some ideas? (:”

━━━

Ran:

•Ran is an independent man and you are a clingy girl. Your needy side comes out even more when you’re on your period.

•Ran will let you cling to him and gives you all the love.

•Horny mf isn’t gonna stop.

•Ran will give you so much love!! He may or may not keep track of your cycle so he can surprise you with chocolate, candy, gifts n flowers during this time for you.

•One night your cramps were really bad when you two were just sitting in the living room watching tv, then you started crying? Typical.

•Your day just felt like shit.

•”Baby, what’s wrong?? C’mere my sweetie pie.” He cooed as he pulled you into his arms.

•”fuck, I don’t know. I just hate my period sometimes.” You whined

•Proceeds to bundle you up in his sweat shirt, and spoon feed you soup. :”) aaaa the dream

•giving a sly and dirty smirk he looks into your soft eyes “need master to make something else feel better?”

━━━

Chifuyu:

•Best hugs.

•”don’t worry about a thing baby, I won’t ever leave your side. Even during your period, I’ll always be here.”

•Will supply you with all the comfort and love needed.

•”You know I love you even if you’re being a lil sassy, right?”

•He is a rlly chirpy and loving boyfriend so he is more concerned about you than anything.

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