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alessiamalfoyzabini · 2 months

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Dark Moon | Chapter Twelve

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 1,7k

Warnings | +18, angst, mentions of childhood abuse, references to rape, torture, beatings, outbursts of anger, death of a background character, MC is having a really hard time, murder(?), triggering content, this is not for minor.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | In this chapter Jimin finds out what really happened to MC in the past 💔I recommend reading to a +18 audience, let me know what you think of course! It always makes me very happy to read your comments 🥹💕

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He would have wanted to vomit.

Their men were on Minho's trail, but the bastard had so much property in Korea that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack; what was certain was that he was no longer in town.

It had been five days since her disappearance, Jimin was not even eating anymore, so much were his nerves gnawing at him.

He would not even look Taehyung in the face. It was his job to take care of her and he had left her alone in revenge, no one was home to watch over her, no one.

At the mercy of herself and loneliness.

Just the thought lacerated Jimin in several places, the physical wounds were soon forgotten, the doctor who had been forced by Namjoon to examine Jimin, despite the latter's insistence that it was a waste of time, said the cuts were healing well. But Jimin did not care.

She was his fixed thought.

He was storming Choi hideouts, capturing and torturing members of his gang and allies, but no one knew Y/N, no one had captured her, and everyone did not have close relations with Minho, Jimin felt on the high seas.

Taehyung on his part had not stopped for a moment to carry out to the letter the directives Jimin gave him through Namjoon.

He felt terribly guilty.

With Jimin, and fuck, even with Y/N.

He had not appreciated the girl's gesture, not at all, and in those days he would have liked to use her as target practice, he would not have denied it, but objectively analyzing the situation it was normal that she would sooner or later react that way if pushed beyond her limits.

She still deserved punishment, but not death, and in Minho's hands she would have received both instead, he knew that very well and Jimin did too, an additional reason that drove his friend further and further into madness.

Seeing Jimin destroyed like that had made him realize that she was not just "Jimin's bitch," even if the boy did not admit it, she was "Jimin's woman." One of the family.

Perhaps the man himself still could not understand it, but Taehyung knew that soon Jimin would fully understand his feelings.

The man in question saw the door to his office at the Dark Moon open for Namjoon to appear, carrying a dark folder.

"Any news?" he asked wearily, rubbing his eyes.

"I have what you asked for," he replied, putting that folder on his desk, "I'll leave you alone, okay?"

He didn't want to invade Jimin's privacy, what he was going to read soon would not be easy to digest and he didn't want to witness the boy's weakness, Jimin would not stand for it.

Namjoon left the room in silence and Jimin was left alone with Y/N's past.

He hesitantly took those papers, aware that he was the one who had requested them, sighed before removing the rubber band.

L/N Y/N.

At last he knew her real name, with a strange feeling he continued to read each word carefully.

Her father and mother were foreigners, but they had resided in South Korea since Y/N's birth, who had not finished her studies due to lack of money.

But things got strange after the third page, there were complaints, many.

All made by the mother and all involving the same subject, Y/N.

But they were soon withdrawn.

Statements of bruises, physical and verbal abuse against the girl who at the time was only a ten-year-old girl, the mother accused her husband's brother, she said that he took advantage of the help he offered them to do things with the woman's underage daughter, she did not say explicitly what, she simply pinned Y/N's physical and mental injuries on the man, Mikkel, except that she later withdrew everything.

The authorities soon grew tired of that tirade, paid her no further heed, and ignored the latest complaint, dismissing it as the ramblings of a madwoman.

Jimin's hands trembled as he held the papers, finding a legal and authentic medical report proving sexual assault on Y/N, who was 13 years old. But no one had lifted a finger to help her, even though she was born in Korea she was the daughter of foreigners and bore no Korean surname, who cared about her?

Jimin's dark eyes glittered with fury as he dwelled on the name of the man who had made Y/N's childhood and adolescence a living hell, he now understood many things and felt disgusted with himself.

He too had repeatedly ignored her pleas for help, seeing her as an enemy to be put down and humiliated because she was a woman.

But she was not that kind of despicable, power-hungry woman; she was just a desperate girl.

A gasp went up his esophagus at remembering the despicable words about her virginity, not to mention what a bastard he had been while drunk that last time.

'Now you are no longer a virgin,' he had told her.

He had taken more purity from her without her permission, he felt like a monster.

And he laughed at himself, "You brought me to my knees, baby.... You did it," he said, slumping back against the chair.

"I don't know anything!"

Jimin glowered at the older man; he was as furious as a beast. It had been eight fucking days and still nothing from Y/N.

He was tired of that fucking game.

"I'm going to tell you again, you old ass-kisser, Choi Minho kidnapped my girlfriend and now you're going to tell me where he is right now, you're his fucking butler, you need to know that!" he ranted with his face transfigured with rage, kicking the chair on which the elderly man was tied, tipping it over furiously.

They had found the man in one of the last properties they had searched, it was an English-style mansion, the asshole had lavish fantasies.

"Mr. Choi never warns me about his moves-" a traumatic punch hit him right in the mouth, the old man found himself spitting blood and teeth.

"THEN YOU WILL MAKE ME A LIST OF THE PLACES WHERE YOUR BOSS IS USUALLY HIDING LIKE A SEWAGE RAT!" he ranted, hitting him again, Taehyung and Jungkook looked at him in amazement, never had Jimin lost his temper like that, "And pray that it's in one of them, because if you tease me and anything has happened to her, I'll rip your heart out with my bare hands," he hissed venomously with swollen neck veins.

"Jimin."

Seokjin watched the scene with folded arms and a serious look.

"What?" he did not turn to look at his boss, feeling dejected and tired, nervous and angry. He wanted to kill everyone.

"Calm down, that's not how we're going to find her."

"Yes, I will! I'll cut the throat of anyone who gets in the way, Jin!" he was beside himself, understood a good deal of his feelings, and wanted her back by his side as soon as possible.

He would never leave her alone again.

The insistent ringing of a phone interrupted the flow of his thoughts, he ignored the moans of the man on the ground and concentrated on Seokjin. The boy answered without thinking, and from his expression Jimin guessed that something had happened.

"...So you found the house?" Jimin instantly revived.

Like lightning he reached out and snatched the phone from Seokjin's hands, on the other side was Hoseok.

"Did you find her? Where, tell me where the fuck you are," he began to tar and feather him with questions and expletives until Hoseok could overpower his voice, "... I'll see you there, don't move a fucking muscle, Jung Hoseok," he ordered him, Jin voluntarily took back his phone shaking his head.

"Good job, Hoseok...no, do as he told you," he brought two fingers to his forehead trying to calm his headache, amplified by the prisoner's moans of pain.

He pulled his gun out of his classically cut jacket and fired two quick shots in the direction of the elderly man.

"Namjoon, go with him and prevent him from exposing himself too much, he is still wounded."

"You made me do it, princess," sighed Minho buttoning his pants once more, "If you had listened to me you wouldn't be like this now."

But Y/N was not listening to him, she had no voice left so much she had screamed, her expressionless eyes staring at everything and nothing.

The torture had continued every day, Minhyun beat her and Minho raped her, bringing her to the brink of death every single time when he clutched her neck in a death grip.

She had not eaten for days and was given water only when she did not shriek too much. Like a prize.

She was deeply distraught.

"Now you're boring me, though. Where the fuck is the Bangtan hideout, you know! Jimin would never keep so close to a mere escort, you must count for something to him!"

She counted for nothing to Jimin, otherwise he would have already found and rescued her. Jimin had gotten rid of a burden like her, Minho had done him a favor.

Hot tears slid disgustingly down her bruised face.

That thought hurt her more than any of Minhyun's punches, she had been used to the end, but now she had run out of batteries, she only prayed that with her sister, life had been more merciful and gentle.

"Mr. Choi!" Minhyun slammed the door of that prison alarmingly.

"Who taught you to enter like that!"

"Four of the Bangtans and their men are here," he said in a strained voice, the atmosphere in the room becoming heavy, "One of them is that bastard Park himself, he has already shot and taken out eight of our men at the entrance."

Y/N could see the trembling take over Minho's body, who licked his suddenly dry lips.

Her heart was beating incessantly, Jimin was there, he was there!

"We must leave, now!" exclaimed his bodyguard once again, Minho woke up and turned sharply toward the girl.

A strange expression was present on his face.

"Nothing personal, little girl... " he said before nodding to his henchman, who firmly grabbed his glock, "But the idea that Jimin might get you back doesn't appeal to me one bit," he ran out of the room like a coward, as the deafening sound of a gunshot ripped through the air, a sharp and terrifying sensation expanded from her chest to her nerves, she gaped her lips in a gasp, but blood rushed up her throat and blocked her attempt to catch her breath.

She was dying, really dying.

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olderthannetfic · 11 months

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Re this ask, 722433031603879936 , specifically the part from below:

It literally makes no sense to me how people who will claim that "consuming disturbing/triggering erotic fiction is self harm!" Will almost never apply that logic to horror fiction (especially movies)

This isn't really what you were talking about, I know, but the ask made me think of it and got me on a mental tangent. I very much agree in broad strokes with this anon and the reply--this isn't any form of attack or disagreement, but an add on, and a slightly different, but related, comment.

I actually have used my consumption of media as a form of self harm, and know others who have likewise done with same. I never really did so with horror or erotica personally, but would seek on content I knew I found to be triggering (though at the time, I didn't know it was a trigger and hadn't even heard the term beyond 'trigger on a gun' and had no clue this was a form of self harm) and read it until I was, well, triggered. I can go on about why I did this (12-16 year old me wanted control, and reading the triggering content in fandom somehow did that, even if not in a healthy way) and how it was actually hard to stop, but wow did I ever seek it out. I looked for content with child sexual abuse, looked for characters who self harmed themselves, and looked for other content along those themes. I never really liked erotica, but did find the odd extreme underage smut and read it, but usually clicked out due to boredom. A lot of what I sought out and read in those years did hurt me, in a way. I dabbled in writing some as well. However, I always saw it as fiction and escapism, even when, in retrospect, I was actually hurting myself and using it as a weird form of self harm.

I do know this is different than anti's seeking out content (and not exactly what anon above meant, I think), and it VERY much had nothing to do with the media. At all. It was always on me for clicking on the links, which is where I think I, and those I've talked to who also have done this, differ from anti's. Even as that pretty messed up 12 year old I knew I was seeking this out, and I knew I was the one reading it. I didn't have the language for how it affected me, or why I looked for it so often even though it left me Not In A Good Place, but I did. And you know? It was still healthier than some other things I could have done, and was tempted to do. But wow my therapist has had fun with all this, poor woman.

Basically, there are definitly people who use media as a form of self harm. I never personally went to erotica for that, but knew people with similar experiences who absolutely did, and while I don't know anyone who used horror, I would assume at least a few exist. I still read and write some of that content, but in a much healthier way at 32 than I did as a teen. AO3 has been a godsend for that to be honest. I started on ff.net and it was always a bit of a trial to find (or not find) what I wanted.

Anti's are just jerks about it. I needed therapy and help as a teenager, but likewise was able to understand I was the one seeking out things that fucked with me, and that the authors had no blame. Hell, I commented a lot (generic -- loved this!!). It was never on them. I've reread some of those fics as a much better adjusted adult, and still appreciate them, even if in retrospect, they weren't the best fics lol.

A part of me can understand, or even pity, some of the anti's who seem to look for erotica they know makes them uncomfortable or worse. But overall I just think they need to sit down and shut up, and look inwards. There are a lot of complexities to the anti mindset sometimes. I'm sure some are fucked up kids who are trying to get control wherever they can and fell into an anti group, and will hopefully eventually grow the hell up. But too many anti's have chosen to be terrible to others, and for that? My understanding and pity runs out very quickly. I've been there, in a very different way, and even then knew better than to blame someone else for something that was hurting me, especially when I was the one looking for it.

This got long and rather rambly, but the ask brought it to mind!

Yeah, I think many of them are self-harming in a similar way. They're just in denial about who's holding the reins.

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howaboutcastiel · 2 years

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Make Your Acquaintance VIII

Summary: None. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Previous Chapter. Masterlist.

Content: Angst, Smut, Fluff-ish (The Holy Trinity) Smut is as gender neutral as I knew how to make it. !!Gore and Violence at the beginning, more extreme than typical MCU violence!! Smut is pretty tame I think, alludes to rough sex and angry sex.

Word Count: 5.4k

Author’s Note: The smut may have been a bit overhyped, but I wanted the focus to be on the emotions at play more than the physical experience. You can fight me if you want, but you can’t sue me cuz you bitches are getting this for free. Again, not proofread.

Just like that, he was gone.

One moment, Marc was standing right in front of you with his hands resting atop his head and a pistol pressing into the small of his back, forcing him to stand up straight. The next moment, he had disappeared, effectively shocking the men and their guards into indecision for a critical split second. They looked around for him, dumbfounded, and allowed their fingers to loosen ever-so-slightly on the triggers of their guns. It was more than enough.

You heard Arnold grunt in surprise as the sound of metal on metal rang around his discontent. His gun clattered to the ground with a silver crescent-shaped blade dancing behind it on the pavement. He clutched his hand in pain.

Thinking fast, you reached out in front of you to grab the loaded revolver as the clambering ahead of you indicated Marc was dealing with at least some of your armed assailants. You fitted the gun into your grasp and pointed it at Dubois. Expecting him to at least be taken aback, he all but laughed while you planted your feet and aimed for his chest.

“And what are you gonna do with that, sweetheart?” He teased you and your stomach churned at the flash of his teeth. “You gonna shoot me? I don’t think you have it in you.”

Maybe he was right. He should have been right. With how much you had been riding the moral high ground with Jake and Marc about how ruthlessly they succumbed to violence, you should have been much too averse to the idea of pulling the trigger. Death and blood and gore were none of your favorite things, but you had to admit that not much of anything was holding back your finger as it rested on the still-warm strip of metal.

“It’s unfortunate, really. I would have really liked for you to come up to my hotel room. So much of my life has been business recently, it would be nice to distract myself with a young, beautiful piece of ass like yourself.”

His skin wrinkled around his eyes and, though they were squinted half-shut in his slimy grin, you could see how dull they were. How utterly empty they were. The longer they made contact with your own, the more the warmth and hope slowly crept out from your body.

You squeezed.

Admittedly, you weren’t the very best shot in the world, so you really shouldn’t have been surprised when the bullet made contact with his skin at the base of his throat, much higher than you were aiming. Blood didn’t spew and chunks of meat didn’t fly like they do in the movies. The wound was clean, small and round and only trickling red, and Arnold sputtered before falling backward. He was flat on the pavement, eyes wide, and choking on the hole in his neck perpendicular to the one that was supposed to be there.

Oh my God, you thought, but there wasn’t time to process anything. Marc was still struggling with the men fighting him and, as you turned to help him, you could see that Mogart was nowhere to be found, having evidently run from the scene. You checked your revolver and were pleased—if pleased could remotely be the right word—to count three bullets remaining.

You used the blunt base of the gun to disarm the man closest to you, ramming it into his temple and using your opposite arm to pull him away from Marc. You knew that your boyfriend would be fine—physically, he was at a low risk of sustaining any serious harm—if only you could make quick work of the remaining private security that had disregarded Anton’s warning.

It took perhaps forty-five seconds at most to finish them off. Luckily, it seemed that only Arnold would be staying down permanently.

“Honey?” Marc’s voice was small, in disbelief. His mask covered his face, but you could tell that his eyes were trained on the clean entry wound in the old man’s throat. He had stopped gurgling. “Did you do that?”

“Yes.” The word spilled from your mouth without ever passing through your brain first. Now that the fight was over, you were left to contend with what had happened. I shot him. I killed him.

His body was motionless, eyes wide and glossed as blood trickled down his collar and spattered his face where he had coughed it up. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

You had watched a million times before as Marc apprehended the worst of the worst offenders. You had seen the light drain from their eyes as a direct result of his actions. You’d seen the aftermath of Jake, ruthless and with no forethought, having slit open a pair of throats with a shard of glass from a broken window. Hell, you’d even been there—only once, on a night you never again spoke about—when Steven Grant had reached his breaking point and put an especially vile son of a bitch out of his misery.

But you had never done this.

Some cold and stinging feeling paralyzed you as the urge to vomit grew in your gut. You weren’t too sure that your legs even existed still and it was becoming hard to focus your eyes on anything in particular. In the back of your mind, you felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around your frame, picking up more than their fair share of your weight. Marc dragged you away from the crime scene, not saying a word.

What did I just do? What did I just do what did I just do what did I do—Oh my God. Oh my God! I killed him. I can’t believe it. I killed him. I didn’t know I could do that. I killed him. He’s dead. I shot him.

Your whole body was numb, except for the drumming of your heart that was so loud and so strong and so fast that you feared it might explode out of your chest altogether. The rest of you could have been there, or halfway across the globe. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. The streetlights were too bright and the night was too dim and there was nothing you could ground yourself with.

You didn’t know how long it had been when you finally regained your ability to think in the present. You planted your feet and signaled to Marc that you would be able to carry yourself the rest of the way. You could feel them now, at least.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, but sternly. Marc was studying your face for any sign of the thoughts in your brain. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t.” He couldn’t help you with this. As much as you loved him, as much as you believed in him, Marc was an experienced killer. Nothing he could say right now could comfort you. Nothing he could think of you now would be any consolation for what you were thinking about yourself. Shame. Guilt. Fear. Horror. More guilt and more nausea as well.

“I have a hotel room,” he explained as you avoided his gaze, “We should go there.”

“What about the duffel?” Your brain was buzzing and foggy, but it darted back to the image of your possessions, stuffed into the storage closet at a dive bar outside of the business center. Your suit was in there, as was the pistol that you’d bought upon your arrival. Your passport was also there.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll get it for you, but we’re going to the hotel first. You need rest.” He tried his best to hide the pitiful expression on his face—the one that saw you as a wounded animal ready to snap or lay down and cry—but you weren’t stupid. Tired, maybe. In shock, most certainly.

Not stupid.

“You need it more. The body hasn’t slept in days.”

“The suit helps with sleep deprivation,” he lied. He knew that you knew better than that, but it was an effective way to keep you from arguing with him. There was no energy to fight with Marc right now.

“I missed you.” You hummed, monotone. “Started to think that you weren’t coming back.”

The rest of the walk to the hotel was silent. It didn’t at all help your spiraling thoughts and it sure as hell didn’t help the shock. By the time you made it through the entrance of the lobby, you were shivering and dizzy and unable to keep your eyes all the way open.

“Long night?” The receptionist teased. From her perspective, you must look drunk out of your mind, stumbling and stubbornly refusing to hold onto Marc as your vision oscillated in and out of focus. Just the thought of alcohol on your tongue brought another wave of sickness.

“We’ll be okay,” Marc assured her. He placed his hand on the small of your back and, by this time, you were too weak and sick and out of it to brush him off. You let him support some of your weight as you got onto the elevator. The numbness was slowly being replaced by something else entirely.

You let yourself lean into his hold as the lift took you up to who knows what floor. The dings of the elevator passing each story rang sharply in your ears. You were dangerously close to passing out, or perhaps spilling your dinner all over the tile flooring.

“You’ll be okay,” Marc repeated in a whisper. His face was unreadable, stoic and flat, and he brought his other hand up to wipe the sweat from your neck. “You need to sleep.”

“I don’t think I can.”

The doors opened and he pressed you gently forward. You followed his guiding hand to the room that his alter had reserved sometime along his journey. For a moment, your mind flashed backward to Jake Lockley guiding you through the hotel hallway in Budapest. His hand had been on the very same spot on your back.

“Just try, alright?” The hotel room was extravagant. Not nearly the same as the shitty ones you normally stayed in. It made perfect sense—tourism wasn’t exactly a big attraction in Madripoor, so most of the lodging was suited for wealthy criminals or business executives that benefit from burying their heads in the sand.

He laid you down on the bed, covering you in the silk sheets and helping you out of your clothes. Your eyes skimmed over the scrapes on your hands and your knees, though you barely felt them. You didn’t want to dirty the sheets with your blood.

“I’ll be back soon, okay? Just try to sleep. Your body needs rest and warmth.”

“You’re leaving?” Your heart stuttered again. He looked down at you regretfully as he began to re-summon his suit.

“I’m going to get your bag. I’ll be gone five minutes, tops. I’ll be back before you even have time to notice I’m gone, okay? I need you to shut your eyes and try to sleep.”

You nodded, resigned to the growing weakness in your limbs and the heaviness of your eyelids. Your heart was finally giving up its battle against your rib cage, the rhythm slowing gradually as you sank further into the silk covers.

Shuffling noises danced in your ears for a moment or two and then there was silence. Naturally, the last image you saw was that of Arnold Dubois, blood pooling around his teeth as his debauched smile contorted into short-lived terror.

You were upright in the bed before you even realized you were awake. Sweat covered your body, the salt stinging your wounds as you gasped wildly for breath. Marc stirred quickly at your movement.

“Honey?”

You didn’t respond or even turn to look at him. The dirt and sweat and blood and everything else on your body was digging into you too much for you to sit atop the bed another miserable second. You sprang up from the bed, shedding your underwear as you headed for the much too fancy bathroom. The shower head hissed to life as you turned the knob nearly as hot as it would go.

Stepping under the water flow, you tensed as the liquid first made contact with your skin. Your body wanted to relax into it, to let the pain and the guilt and the shock and the disbelief wash away with soap and water, but your mind would not allow your muscles to un-spring. You watched distantly as tinged-red water trickled down the drain, gradually turning clear.

This shouldn’t be that big of a deal. He was going to have to die anyway, right? If not by my hand, then by Jake’s or Marc’s. What difference does it make that I was the one holding the gun?

You forced the justifications into your mind, but each one of them knocked the wind out of you, as if your soul was taking damage each time you attempted to calm yourself down.

He was a really bad man. A really, really bad man. He was going to shoot me. Hell, he’d already killed so many people before. I probably saved lives in the grand scheme of things.

There was no convincing you. You knew the reality of your actions. The weight was already starting to sink into your shoulders, the coil already binding around your heart and lungs and stomach. You would never be able to undo this. You felt almost like you were no longer whole.

A steady, warning shuffling broke you away from your thoughts. Marc signaled deliberately that he was entering the room, careful not to startle you.

“Do you mind if I join?” He asked gently. It wasn’t often that Marc treated you with such sensitivity, but these were obviously special circumstances.

“Okay,” you breathed. The voice sounded like it came from thin air, not from your own mouth. He pulled the curtain back only enough to slip in behind you, trying not to let a surge of cold air in with him. He let out a low hum as the scorching water touched his skin.

Marc lathered the tiny complimentary soap bar in his hand. It smelled of citrus and sandalwood, effectively pushing out the scent of sweat and copper and iron. You tried not to jump as his fingers grazed your shoulders.

“You don’t have to—” you started, but he shushed you as he coaxed the wash into your skin.

“Neither do you,” he breathed. “I want to help.”

You didn’t protest any more as he began to massage the soap into your body. Marc was gentle and strong all at once, and you didn’t want to admit that his hands felt like the only thing holding you together. Part of you imagined slipping through his fingers and down the drain, a puddle of shock and shame and guilt unable to face the world anymore.

It took Marc a long time to coax the tension out of your shoulders. You still felt paralyzed under his touch—not just from the shock of the evening, but also from the fact that, for the first time in weeks, he was touching you at all. He didn’t behave as if there was any bad blood between you, but he also didn’t act like you were the love of his life. His tenderness was only afforded to you because of the dreadful state you were in.

Once all of the lather was rinsed from your skin, you stepped out of the shower to let him finish by himself.

It felt better that way, like it was what both of you deserved. As nice as it felt, you couldn’t allow him to keep nursing you like this. It wasn’t fair to him to have to care for you so—not after the turmoil you had put him through. You knew he must be scared out of his mind if he was even willing to continue to front. That wasn’t fair either.

“You know, I’m okay,” you murmured to him as you wrapped a towel around you. “You don’t have to be worried.”

You left him with that and you exited the bathroom. The windows give you a marvelous view of uptown, which still buzzed with life and glowed with color despite the late hour. You were drawn for a moment back to the fact that it was a holiday weekend. In a place like this, the observance of such an occasion was far from even remotely religious.

The duffel you had brought was sitting in the bottom of the open wardrobe, still untampered with and holding presumably everything you’d left home with. There wasn’t anything for you to sleep in—you had been so worried about what the mission required, you’d forgotten just to pack the simple necessities. Save for underwear, all that was left in the bag was your suit and the clothes you’d arrived in. Well, and an array of weaponry. You pulled on one of the complementary robes provided by the hotel.

Marc emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Warmth migrated across your chest as you looked at him, his toned body giving a small reminder of the good things you had in your life to hold onto.

“You gonna try for more sleep?” He asked.

“Are you?” You countered. He grimaced.

He sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his sopping wet curls. For all the tension he had worked out of you, Marc was sitting as rigid as you’d ever seen him. He looked exhausted, of course, but that didn’t stop every atom in his body from buzzing with nervous energy. You hated the look in his eyes that you immediately recognized.

Guilt.

“What’s wrong?” Your question surprised him. Why were you asking him what was wrong? This situation absolutely called for the opposite. Except, it surely did not.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“I’m not stupid, Marc. What’s wrong with you?” There was impatience in your voice, and he struggled to counter the tone with softness.

“This wasn’t supposed to go this way.” He explained. The look on your face signaled to him that he needed to elaborate. “I should have been the one—”

“No.”

His eyes widened and his jaw snapped shut. It took a moment for him to regain his use of words.

“What do you mean no?”

“Don’t you fucking dare do that. You don’t get to feel guilty about this.”

“I don’t…what?” He was very taken aback. Marc hated how easily you could read him, but he couldn’t read you with nearly the same accuracy. Your mind desperately tried to form your thoughts in a concise and eloquent way.

“You always do this! Something bad happens and all you can do is blame yourself. I get that you default to beating yourself up, Marc, but you don’t get to do that at the expense of my autonomy. I know this mission got completely fucked up. I know you wish you were the one to pull the trigger. But you weren’t, and that was my choice, and you don’t get to take that away from me just because you wish that it had gone differently.”

You finished with a stern look and a deep sigh. He was, understandably, silent for a while. You shook your head as you watched him try and fail to find anything to say back to you.

“I know that it wasn’t supposed to go this way. I know, but you don’t get to take the credit for that.”

Marc stared up at you with a tinge of anger in his eyes. Just a tiny little spark, a fire that could as easily be directed at himself as it could be at you. Or just to the world in general, for that matter. You didn’t know exactly what to think.

“You know, Jake thinks that I don’t know how often he does this.”

Of all the things he could have said, you certainly weren’t expecting that. The mention of Jake had you sitting up ever-so-slightly taller, though Marc uttered the name with all the disgust that you had uttered Arnold Dubois’. He sucked in a sour breath.

“I didn’t know at first, to be fair, but it didn’t take that long to figure it out. Khonshu was too lax with me—he was letting me off too easy. He stopped making fun of Steven. Hell, some days I wouldn’t even hear from him at all. Steven insisted that our re-negotiation had just gotten to him, but I knew better than that. He’s too much of a narcissist to just let us off like that. It didn’t take much to figure out that Jake was filling in the gaps. There was time missing—time that Steven didn’t have. Time that I couldn’t explain.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Behind the anger in his gaze, there was pleading. It was pathetic, desperate, short-tempered pleading and it almost made you want to wrap him in a hug that you knew he wouldn’t accept.

He shimmied closer to you in the bed, just enough that you were almost touching him. His chest rose and fell with urgency, though his face was mostly calm.

“I just don’t think you understand. You look at him like he’s some shiny new toy. He’s some dark and mysterious man that you’ve convinced yourself is somehow safer than he actually is. I don’t think you realize that he can’t help himself.”

“Can’t help himself?”

“The violence is who he is. It’s literally all that he knows. I’ve felt it, I’ve seen it.”

He must have taken the look on your face as confusion. It wasn’t. It was somewhere between anger and pity, but that didn’t stop him from droning on.

“You know when there’s a glass of water sitting just too close to the edge of the table, and that little voice in your head tells you it would be worth it to push it over just to watch it shatter on the floor? Jake is that voice.

“I think that you didn’t know what you got yourself into by coming on this mission. If I hadn’t come to the front, everyone would be dead. All those guards, maybe even the wait staff. Probably even you. Jake doesn’t see shades of gray. He sets a target and he aims, no matter who’s in the way, and he enjoys it. You need to learn that now, not later.”

You were seething. Marc tucked himself into your grasp, holding you patronizingly. From where he was, your shaking and blushing and gritted teeth must have been from the shock. You poor thing, he must be thinking. It was integral to him. Marc had to feel like he was responsible for you. Not only for you, but for Steven and for Jake and for Khonshu and for everyone else in the world. You were his to protect.

“I don’t think that it is.” Your voice was stern.

“That what is?”

“I don’t think that the voice in your head is Jake. The one that wants to knock over the glass? It isn’t him. I think that it’s you.”

He dropped his arms and sat back up, away from you. Marc looked offended and confused and on edge, not to foreign from the way that he normally looked, to be fair.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re projecting on him. You say that he enjoys the violence, but I’ve seen first hand that it’s flat out addictive to you. Jake wants to watch the glass shatter on the floor, but I’ve seen you marvel at the blood on your fists after a mission. Maybe the guilt eats at you, but it’s more than Khonshu’s pact holding you to the suit and the fight. Jake might enjoy the chaos. He might create it and he might bask in it, but you’re the one that needs it.”

Something snapped in him. It was subtle, not too visible in the soft light of the room, but it was there and it was unmistakable. Marc’s eyes lit up with fire and anger ran through him at record speed. He stared at you, his muscles tensing, and his lips were struggling not to turn upward into a devilish grin.

He tackled you on the bed, pressing his mouth furiously against yours and forcing your lips open with his tongue. Marc thrashed at the robe, tugging it inch by inch of your shoulders. You had barely processed the movement, slowly relaxing into his touch before feverishly reciprocating.

“Marc?” You hissed as he migrated down to your neck. His hands were shaking slightly and he couldn’t seem to hold you in any way other than how he might hold a ceramic doll. His touch was desperate and ravenous, but he couldn't bear to hold you any tighter. It was infuriating.

You pulled him down onto you with all of your strength. All your brain would let you think was how desperately you had been pining for his touch. Marc would come back from his endless silence and avoidance and grief, just to treat you like a wounded animal? You couldn’t let him do that to you. If he was letting off steam now, he was going to let it out with full force.

A frustrated whimper erupted from his chest when you ground your hips up into him. Water dripped onto your cheek as he dipped his head and sucked in a breath. His magen David wasn’t around his neck—Jake must have taken it off sometime before he left London. A little voice in your head quite annoyingly interrupted your heated moment.

Marc only hates him so much because he doesn’t carry all the guilt with him that Marc does. It’s jealousy, and it has nothing to do with you.

You tried simultaneously to coax him more into letting out his stress and to use your own strength to treat him with gentleness. Marc could so easily fall apart under a feather-light touch and a string of nice words, but he told himself that he wasn't deserving of either. You continued to pull him downward onto you while threading your fingers through his still-dampened hair and over the side of his face. He let out a choked moan against your throat.

Marc laced his fingers underneath the band of your underwear, pressing the pads against your skin and stopping short of your entrance. You tried to press up into them, but your hips were trapped underneath his grasp. He was warming up to the feeling of using all his strength against you.

“I need—more, baby. Hurry—” your breath was stolen by more fruitless attempts to grind upward into his hand. He raised his head to grin at you lazily. “Hurry up.”

“You mean like this?” Marc’s voice was a devilish whisper as he pressed his index finger into you. You choked out a stressed whine and he curled upward. He could spend all night pleasuring you, giving none of his attention to any pleasure of his own. You typically had to steer him back to a path of more mutual benefit.

You grazed your hand over his chest, circling his peck with your thumb and leaving a faint trail with your fingernails. He tremored slightly when the pad of your index finger flicked across his nipple. Marc added another digit beside the first, twisting and bending the two together. You jolted forward when they hit that spot and he chuckled a short, satisfied hum.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” You pulled him back into a kiss before he could be too chuffed by his little quip. To the best of your reach, you again rolled your hips into his grasp. He groaned into your mouth, licking over your teeth and sucking on your bottom lip, and you could feel him growing hard against you. Marc rolled backward slightly onto his knees for leverage and he used his waist to press you back against the mattress.

You pulsed around his fingers as they slipped back out of you. Marc pulled the towel away from him and tossed beside the bed, not having to pull away for more than a second. As he resumed grinding into you, all you could think was that you weren’t holding him tightly enough.

“Come here,” you begged breathlessly against his lips. You wrapped your arm around his neck to pull him flush against your chest and you tightened your grip on his hair. His face contorted in confusion as you snaked your arm between his shoulder blades.

“I’m here.” He couldn’t fathom how to get any closer to you. As he reached down to lace his thumb under the band of your underwear, you dropped one of your hands to the sheets, balling them in your fist. He trailed the piece down your thighs and tossed the cotton aside, letting it fall on top of the towel he had thrown before it.

“Closer.” You couldn’t think of any other words. Marc ran his teeth along the bottom of your jaw before leaning backward on his knees. He pressed his tip up against you and you squeezed the sheet—and his skin—until your knuckles were white and numb.

He bottomed out slowly and tenderly, sweat beading along his forehead and across his collarbone. Marc fought a losing battle trying to steady himself as you tensed desperately around him, urging him forward. It wasn’t right, this being so lazy and so caring and so carefree. You needed to hold onto the tension and the anger.

“Don’t be impatient,” he warned, and you answered him with a squinting glare.

“Don’t hold out on me.”

There was something empty about the whole affair. Sure, it was messy and complicated and you were upset with him as much as he was upset with you, but it wasn’t just that. Marc set his pace so… impersonally. You had begged him to hold you closer and he had, but it still seemed so artificial. Distant. Vacant.

You pressed your mouth back to his, this time holding him there with your grip deathly strong on the back of his neck. He swallowed thickly as you worked his lips apart, nipping at the delicate skin. He whined into your mouth, frustrated.

You abused his mouth until he had to pull away for air and he bowed his head down into your chest. He was panting and he faltered in his pace. When he regained his composure, he quickened his rhythm and deepened his movement. It still felt a bit distant, but certainly less detached.

Little whimpers and deepened whines were escaping his lips intermittently. He tried to control them, but he couldn’t keep his focus as you arched your back to match his pace and liven his angle. The sounds that you were making were no less desperate, but they were hitched and broken by the struggle of your breath. You tried to push your thighs up for better leverage, but your strength was failing you.

Your pleasure was building quickly, especially with his desperate noises of contentment pushing it forward. You could tell by his pace and his breath and his touch that he was getting close as well. Reaching down between the two of you, you chased your climax with urgency, wanting to ensure that it came alongside his.

It wasn’t long before you were cumming over his length, clenching around him erratically and sending him over the edge. The marks that his hands made on your skin as he rode out his high were likely to leave bruises. You couldn’t care less about that, though. Marc barely held himself up from smothering you as he panted for breath. You wouldn’t have minded if he had collapsed on you totally, as his weight would only have served to hold you together after he’d taken you apart.

He rolled off of you and you rolled likewise to hold him at his side. The air in the room was so thick that the two of you may as well have been underwater, but that didn’t stop you from tucking yourself onto his chest and wrapping your legs around his own. Marc sighed resignedly as he placed his hand flatly over your back. He hated to utter the words about as much as you hated to hear them.

“We should talk about this.”

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A/N: This happened. I am not sorry. It's 10k of which more than 7k are filthy smut. It took me the longest fucking time to complete. It's polyamory, what can I say, I love writing this stuff. ✨ I hope you'll like it. It is supposed to be a stand-alone, but since I've imagined another 4/5 chapters to make it a complete small story, more might be coming. It takes place some years after Top Gun: Maverick movie events. I don't use reader or Y/N, but the OFC is not physically described. Tumblr fucked the pic definition :(

Words: 10k Trigger Warnings: swearing, smut, smut, smut, no plot only filth, polyamory, threesome, fluff, VERY brief mention of anxiety, did I say smut?

Part 1 - In The Middle Of The Night

She sat on the kitchen counter, looking out the window, enjoying the silence and the darkness surrounding her. The room was lit only by the pale moonlight seeping through the window while the entire house was covered by a layer of slumber for which she was quite grateful.

She loved her family to bits. She would have given her life for her kids in a heartbeat and her husband was the love and light of her life. But there were moments she also loved to have some time and space to herself. The freedom to be able to sit on the kitchen counter, stretching her legs on it, eating ice cream straight out of the tub, without having to be concerned about risking teaching her kids some bad habits, was a blessed privilege.

Though, she didn’t mind her life at all. If someone asked her what she would have changed in her life she would have said “nothing” and if someone gave her the chance to go back in time, she would have done everything all over again.

Emily was a content woman. She had about everything one could desire and more. She had the unconditional love of a charming, warm, extremely talented, extremely gorgeous man, father of their two beautiful children. And they were happy. Disgustingly happy.

She didn’t mind the messy house constantly filled with buzzing energy. She didn’t mind the smudged tiny handprints that were left with paint on the living room wall one time. She didn’t mind the accidents and broken things. She didn’t mind being woken at ungodly hours of the morning by small, giggly voices requiring attention. She didn’t mind the music often playing in the background and the obligatory parties and dance-offs always happening around her. So was the curse of being married to a man who loved music and dancing and who spent every breathing second transmitting such passion to his sons. She didn’t mind that her husband's career brought her to be a stay-at-home wife and full-time mum. She didn’t mind the idea that their family would have only grown.

She didn’t mind at all, actually, Emily considered herself extremely lucky with her happy, loving, simple life.

A sigh left her chest as she relaxed her back against the window frame, savouring some of her ice cream. There was something she minded though, and that was when her husband’s career took him away from her. He was a decorated Top Gun pilot. Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, known among his peers as Rooster. Which meant that his duty to the Navy always came first.

She wasn’t sure what she hated the most: the interminable weeks she spent waiting for him to return home safe, always battling against the cold loneliness and the overwhelming anxiety given by the constant fear of losing him; or knowing that a call could have arrived any time, breaking through the time they had together.

“What are you doing up? It’s late, Mrs Bradshaw.”

Startled by the intruder’s voice, Emily gazed over to the kitchen door, suddenly feeling uneased. She knew it was only a friendly, innocent interruption, yet she felt like she had just been exposed. She even tried to hide the tub of ice cream in an immediate muscle reaction.

It only lasted a second, though. Emily immediately recognised him, and a warm smile melted her features as she relaxed. “I could ask you the same thing, Jake.”

Her family and she weren’t living alone. For the past six months, they shared their house with Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin. He had been personally called to be stationed at the local naval base working with Bradley on a project supervised by Maverick. Clearly, now that Pete had been grounded, he wanted only the best pilots working for him.

She didn’t have a problem with that. Too warm and welcoming by nature to oppose helping someone, Emily was the first who suggested offering their guest room to Jake. But he wasn’t only one of her husband’s colleagues, he was the man that flew side by side with her husband, he was the only person she trusted to bring her Bradley back home to her safe, every time. He wasn’t only a roommate; he was part of the family. He was Bradley’s best friend, after all. He had been his best man at their wedding, and he was their first son's godfather. So, it came without saying that they were more like a unit, by now.

He helped around the house and with the kids, and he watched over Bradley’s shoulder while they were at work. It was more than enough for her to gladly ignore his sardonic side or the character flaws he sometimes had.

Emily dug her spoon into the tub of salted caramel ice cream, gathering a big mouthful of it, making sure to pick as many raisins as she possibly could, as she looked outside the window. Her eyes wandered to the dark edges of the trees. She didn’t pay too much attention to Jake’s moving around the room, she was way too acquainted with him and his presence by now. Even as he got close enough they could easily touch, it didn’t bother her. Not at all, not ever.

She looked back at him, her lazy gaze cruising on his attractive features as she leaned her head against the wall. He was so close she could feel the warmth his body gave off on her naked legs.

There was only one real problem in that entire happy family, perfect life scenario she lived into. And it was quite a simple one. She liked Jake. Not only as a friend, not only as a person, and surely not only as part of the family. Emily liked him as a man. Improperly and unashamedly.

There were many things they did that weren’t proper, especially between a married woman who loved her husband dearly, and a man who lived under their roof and who was said husband’s best friend.

She looked at him with the intention of seeing him. If he was in the same room, she couldn’t take her attention away from Jake, nor she really tried. She always justified herself with the excuse that he was simply too good-looking. And in time it just became harder and harder for her not to notice every little detail about him. To the point that now she was so acquainted to the way his body language responded to situations, he sometimes didn’t need to speak for her to know what he was thinking. She knew where to find many of the scars that signed his skin. And she could have drawn out of memory the lines of solid muscles on his sculpted body.

Possibly even worsening their situation, though, there was the fact that she knew Jake did the same with her. He looked at her all the time. And she liked it. God, if she liked to have his eyes on her. When she dressed to impress, or better to charm, she didn’t do it only to catch her husband's attention. What a thrill when both the men noticed her naked skin or curves showing from under her clothes. The only difference was Bradley was vocative and physical about it, while Jake only gave her extremely evocative looks.

Once, as Bradley and she seized a moment of quiet and gave in to their passion, making love on the sofa, she caught Jake spying on them. And she didn’t stop her husband from giving her pleasure. At the time, it felt dangerous, prohibited and electrifying, only after she started to realise how wrong that whole situation was.

Because it wasn’t only physical anymore. It wasn’t only catching a glimpse of an attractive man or the thrill of being desired. Now there were feelings involved. Her tummy went all tingly when she watched Jake playing with her kids. Well, she did, in fact, often have the butterflies when he was around. It was the same with Bradley. Except he was her husband and father of her children, so everything of the matter with him was appropriate.

Every day, when Bradley and Jake had to leave for work, she had to kiss them both. Her husband on the lips, Jake on the cheek. It started as a joke, but now it was a habit. And if for some reason, it didn’t happen exactly that way, if she didn’t get the chance to kiss both of them goodbye, then her day was ruined.

“What are you having?” He asked giving a curious look at the tub, distracting her from her thoughts.

“Well, I wanted to be healthy and have only raisins, you know? Nature snack. But the tub of ice cream was calling my name.” She didn’t miss his lips curling in a grin as she spoke. “Is that so?” He chuckled, “can I have some?”

She simply offered him the tub of ice cream watching as he used her same spoon to eat some.

“So, why are you up?” She wondered trying her best to ignore the shiver it gave her to look at him right in the eye as he licked the spoon clean.

“I only recently came home, actually.”

“Oh, yeah, the date! How did it go?”

“It wasn’t a date. And good, ended up at her place and fucked her so great if you ask me.”

Ah, yes, the never-ending stream of one-night-stand conquests Jake would accomplish. He had the emotional maturity of a frat boy. She liked to think it wasn’t something that bothered her; it couldn’t be, because it wasn’t her business. And yet. there was something about it that still slid under her skin.

She kept justifying herself with the simple excuse that she hated for him to be alone and that she wanted to fix him with someone because she cared about him. He was the kind of man who’d appear all prickly at first, but underneath, he was warm and soft, melting at the first sight of affection. At least, that’s how she knew him to be. And she wanted him to have love and warm arms waiting for him to come home to. That had nothing to do with the fact that if he found someone, it would have finally broken whatever spell was imprisoning them in that weird situation they had going on.

“Gonna call her back?” She wondered taking back her tub of ice cream and proceeding to eat some from the same spoon with absolutely no disgust. Actually, unashamedly looking forward to putting her mouth where he was, just a second ago.

“Nah-” He smiled, shaking his shoulders, “not my type.”

He leaned on the counter next to her and, acting naturally as if he wasn’t even thinking about it, he gently slid his hands around her naked ankle, fluidly pulling it up so she could lean her foot on his solid abdomen as he massaged her tired joint.

Emily should have squirmed. She should have kicked off that kind of touch. She should have thought that it was way too intimate to be a suitable showing of affection between friends. But she didn’t. She let him touch her, and the warmth of his hands, mixed with the pleasureful motion of his fingers helping her muscles relax only made her sigh gratefully.

“And what is your type?” She wondered, licking ice cream off the spoon. No reason to lie, she did it just to see Jake’s pale eyes fall on her mouth. Was he holding his breath? “I think you know.”

“No, I don’t.” She challenged him.

“You know, the married kind of woman.” His look was so intense as he gazed upon her that she felt completely naked under his eyes. She knew exactly what he meant and still, his words ripped her breath off her lungs. She shook her head, and, with intention, she pushed her foot in the middle of his stomach, making him take a step back. “No, Jake. This – this is not ok.”

“You started the conversation. And don’t tell me you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about. I know you’re smarter than that, Mrs Bradshaw.”

“Bradley is asleep on the sofa just in the other room. And my kids are asleep upstairs. I can’t be flirting with you like this –”

“Why? It has never been a problem on any other occasion.”

“Jake-” she breathed his name in a silent request to not go there because she couldn’t bare it. Not because it would feel dirty and not because she had anything to hide, Bradley knew everything. She never kept anything a secret from her husband and one of those things was how Jake started to make her feel. Yet, somehow, one thing seemed to be talking about it with her husband, whispering between the bedsheets telling secrets, and one thing is openly deciding to play with fire.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want it to, because I know it would be a lie. Do you really think I don’t know that you beg your husband to fuck you hard every time I bring a girl home because it turns you on to hear me fuck someone else?”

Naked. She was naked underneath his gaze. Body and spirit. Fuck, he wasn’t wrong. Not at all. And yet, she wasn’t willing to give in, her point was standing pretty firmly.

She lifted her chin, proudly. “Oh, yeah? Fuck you. As if it doesn’t turn you on to sit around my table, being served the food I’ve cooked for my husband and kids. As if you don’t get all grumpy if a day, I don’t kiss you on the cheek before you guys leave.”

Jake pushed himself against her foot, getting as close as he could to her. “Woman, you do not know the half of it,” he dared to push his hands higher on her leg, following her calf up to her knee in a caress that gave her goosebumps, “it drives me insane to hear you sing under the shower, or to hear you giggle with Bradley, or to hear the muffled noises of you two having sex. Fuck, that is the worse, because I know he is giving you pleasure and not being there - not being there for any of it is fucking maddening.”

“Jake-” She could have cried by then. Because everything she wanted to do was to lean forward to grab him and hold him tight. Sliding her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, pushing her face against his neck or even kissing him would have been so easy. Yet, she couldn’t.

Maybe it was time to call a family meeting and sit her husband and Jake down for a good talk.

“Just kiss already.” They both gasped as their attention got abruptly distracted towards the door. Bradley stood there; arms crossed to his chest, comfortably leaning against the door frame just as Jake did a few minutes ago.

“Bradley,” she whispered as Jake turned towards him, shaking his head. “Man, listen, I-”

“No. I am being serious,” he gave himself a push and moved through the room, getting closer to them. His tone was soft and warm as ever. “I know you both want it.”

She exchanged a brief look with Jake and then turned to Bradley. God, with both that close, Jake still standing there holding her leg and Bradley rolling an arm around her waist, making it impossible for her to breathe or think straight.

Bradley wrapped his free hand around her jaw, bringing her to look up at him. His dark gaze cruised on her face, stopping on her mouth. The way he licked his own lips gave her a shiver. He offered an encouraging smile. “You want to, don’t you, darling?” He pressed his thumb on her lips.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Something twitched inside of her and everything she had forbidden herself from desiring spilt out. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, my love?” Bradley encouraged her to continue with a nod, caressing her lips. “Yes, Lieutenant, I want to kiss him.”

Bradley’s satisfaction and pride glimmered through his eyes. “That’s my girl.” He smiled first at her and then at Jake. “You gotta respect what my wife desires, Hangman.”

Jake didn’t hesitate one second and as soon as Bradley left him space, offering him access to his wife’s mouth, he was on her.

Emily lost her ability to think straight as soon as Jake wrapped gently his hands around her face, pulling her towards him. His scent filled her lungs, fogging her thoughts. His touch was warm, solid but surprisingly soft and God if she was starving for it. He hesitated only one second, before brushing his lips against hers. At first, he even appeared shy, but then they both lost every form of control over their hunger.

Their kiss became quickly unashamed making out, as Jake slid his hands between her hair, pulling her head backwards to give him better access to her mouth. She let him, arching her back, pushing her chest against his. Her legs had already slid over his hips and with an arm she held onto his shoulders, while with her other hand she clutched on Bradley's tank top, making sure to keep her husband close.

Jake’s flavour on her tongue was better than any fantasy she had ever had. It was like ambrosia. It went straight to her head, like a drug. To the point that even if it was only a kiss, a soft moan left her throat. Both men around her grunted in approval.

Emily pushed a hand between Jake’s blonde hair, giving him a strong pull, breaking their kiss. Without even thinking about it, driven by a wild desire she had never experienced before, she turned towards Bradley and pulled him in for a kiss. She didn’t need to breathe as much as she suddenly felt the need to taste the flavour of her husband mixed with Jake’s on her tongue.

God, that thought gave her a shiver, taking her mind to unspeakable, dirty but ravaging desires.

Since her mouth was busy, Jake still didn’t leave her any space. He pressed his face on her neck socket, kissing, licking, and biting her soft, sensitive skin. And she didn’t push him away. Her fingers lingered between his hair in a praising caress, much like she mirrored with her husband, sliding her other hand around his throat.

She started to rub herself against Jake, trying to ease the pressure that was already building between her legs. God, she was already so wet she could feel her skin being soaked, but that time she had no intention to hide her desire.

Emily gave both men a push, without finding any resistance. They moved to her rhythm. She tried her best to catch her breath, but looking up at them both, seeing them as breathless, with their tumid, wet lips and devoted, glimmery eyes full of plain and simple desire, made it all so much more difficult.

“I want you. Both. Right now.” She managed to express herself without even knowing if her words made sense at all.

Jake's immediate response was puffing up his chest, as Bradley smiled. They exchanged a look, but their attention was lifted from her only for a second. As soon as they looked back at her, she knew she was done.

Jake slid his hands over her legs and thighs, unapologetically lifting the helm of her short nightgown, looking at her skin getting uncovered. A proud smirk appeared on his lips. “Both of us at the same time, baby?”

She let her head fall backwards, releasing a sigh as soon as she heard him call her by that pet name. At that point, she wasn’t trying anymore to pretend she wasn’t completely and utterly devoured by her desire for that man. The fact that her husband was present, looking at her arching and rubbing herself against another man only increased her lust.

“Yes,” she hissed, “fuck, yes.”

“Are you sure, baby? Because I don’t know about your husband here, but I want to do everything in my power to give you as much pleasure as I can.”

“Oh, don’t worry Hangman, she knows my only priority is her satisfaction.”

They exchanged another complicit look, from which Jake’s slid away only to melt into her eyes. His hands were now solidly wrapped around her hips. “Do you know what that means, honey?” She couldn’t breathe. Emily dug her teeth into her lower lip to stop herself from releasing a sigh. She was already in shambles and none of them even started to touch her. “Do you think you can take all of that?”

“I can take everything you have to give, fellas.” She sent them both a challenging look, enjoying seeing them both tremble.

Bradley softly pushed his hand under her chin, trapping her look. He pushed his thumb over her mouth and, this time, he didn’t stop, pushing his digit between her lips so she could suck on it. And she did, not taking her eyes off her husband, knowing Jake was looking at her. “Shall we show the Lieutenant how good you can be, darling?”

She nodded, wrapping her tongue around his thumb, sending a playful look towards Jake. Emily felt his fingers grip tighten around her hips, grabbing her skin and flesh, giving her a shiver. She so wanted to see him snap.

He slid his hands higher under the soft material of her gown. Only when his hands reached for her ribs, Jake choked. “You aren’t wearing any underwear-”

A grin curled Bradley’s lips. “She never does. So fucking cheeky. Right, darling?”

Emily nodded, looking at them both, only pretending to smile innocently. “It gets me what I want.”

She didn’t even know how it started. If it was because she liked to be woken up by Bradley pleasuring her, or because she loved instances where his attentions started only as a lazy caress, and she just wanted to give him easier access. Or if he did all of that especially because she often slept almost naked. In all honesty, it didn’t even matter when it just helped their sex life.

“Fuck, baby,” Jake rubbed his hand on his lips and chin, “you should have said something.”

“Why, when the surprise on your face is so much better?” She had no dignity. No shame. Who needed that when she had just openly asked those two men to fuck her?

Jake sent a surprising look to Bradley, and then he was the one who snatched her chin, pulling her face closer to his, making her look right into his eyes. “Mrs Bradshaw, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“Then show it to me, Lieutenant.” She knew he would have liked to be called by his title. Bradley did. It turned him on, especially if she was using it to command him to do something specific to her. The shiver that crossed Jake let her know how right she was.

He turned towards Bradley, his eyes seemed crazed, feverish, as he looked for the other man's attention. “Give me permission to touch her, Rooster.”

Bradley offered him an encouraging smile and then he lifted his chin, looking at his wife. So much pride and desire were flowing between them. “You will do whatever my wife will tell you to do, Hangman. If it pleases her, it pleases me.”

That was the precise moment Jake snapped. As he turned to her, Emily was already nodding.

He didn’t need more than that. Jake was on her in a second. Sliding his arm around her waist, he hooked a hand under her ass, lifting her slightly off the counter, only to give himself more space and to grant her more comfort.

God, how many women did he fuck on counters to know how to handle their bodies so well?

She moulded between his arms and welcomed the roll of his fingers on her core with a pleasureful sigh. “Fuck-” he choked again, giving her a devoted look, and then looking at Bradley. “Your wife is so wet.”

Jake pushed his fingers between her folds in a caress that was both attentive and famished. She rolled her eyes and let her head fall backwards, lost feeling his fingers on her. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to touch a woman, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise. But God, she also thought that was a curse. He started off slowly and didn’t appear to be much interested in doing more but closely studying the pleasure growing on her.

Emily looked at Bradley, not ashamed to show him how much she liked to be touched by Jake. Her lips were parted as she left heavy sighs slid out of her chest. The fact that he clearly liked what he was seeing gave her a shiver.

Jake stopped caressing her and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. She looked at his nostrils flaring as he closed his eyes, releasing a soft moan. “And you taste so good.”

Bradley moved quickly. He slid a hand around her throat, bringing her to look at him. “Do you want the Lieutenant to eat your sweet pussy, darling?”

At first, the only noise she could express was a tiny whimper. It took her all her control to be able to articulate words. “Yes.”

“Then tell him.” Bradley softly kissed her lips, and then the corner of her mouth, and then traced a trail with his lips along her jaw, pushing her to look back at Jake. He was looking at them like a hungry predator. His pale green eyes glimmered as a grin full of expectation grew on his mouth.

Damn, how could he be so astonishingly beautiful?

“Please, Jake-” She was ready to beg him some more, or to order him if it needed to be, but he didn’t let her finish. His lips sealed hers in a moment. Her stomach trembled as her lower abdomen vibrated under the painful pressure of arousal growing, as both the men she was deeply attracted to were giving her attention.

“Is that how you want me to give you your first orgasm, honey?” The look he gave her was pure devotion as both he and Bradley looked over her. Emily nodded. No hesitation. “Yes, Lieutenant.”

Jake nodded with the determination only a military man would have and, as he lowered himself, kneeling on the floor in front of her, Bradley guided her legs on his shoulders. He lingered kissing her inner thigh. It lasted only a second, enough to make her hiss a moment before he dived into her.

As soon as he pressed his flat tongue against her most sensitive, exposed skin, sliding it through her folds, a violent lash of pleasure washed over her. Her husband, knowing exactly what was coming, was ready to seal her louder moans with a kiss, silencing her.

She grabbed onto Bradley’s body, trying her best to find an edge to hold on, not to slip into the deepest waters of pleasure in a second. God, Jake’s mouth was heaven. And her husband’s mouth on hers was even hotter. She dug her nails into his skin. Neck, shoulders, or arms, whatever it was that she could touch, she scratched, kissing him as if her life depended on it.

The air was filled with the obscene noises they were making. Her moans were suffocated by sloppy kisses, accompanied by the even messier noises Jake’s mouth did as he ate her out. And the two men moaned. God, they were both so deeply satisfied by her pleasure. It was all music to her ears.

Suddenly devoured by her need to give back some of the pleasure she was receiving, she slid a hand over Bradley’s chest and down on his abdomen, following the edges of his muscles under the thin material of his tank top. She pushed her fingers over the edge of his joggers and easily found his erection. She had felt it pressing on her side and she couldn’t resist anymore. She wasn’t a selfish lover. She rolled her palm around his shaft, starting to slowly massage him.

Bradley hissed at her touch at first, breaking the kiss, but then, almost immediately he melted in a whimper, pressing his forehead against hers.

Jake pushed a hand up on her torso, sliding his palm right on the centre of her chest. His movement attracted her attention to him. God, she hadn’t had any time to notice how gorgeous he was, on his knees, between her legs. He responded to their eyes locking, sucking her flesh into her mouth, intentionally ripping from her a louder moan.

Held by their arms, Emily let herself go as her pleasure took over, growing through her, tensing her muscles as shivers crawled on her skin. Jake skilfully guided her through her pleasure, following the movement of her hips and the quickness of her breath to know when she got close to reaching her orgasm and then, he gave her exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed, accompanying her through her release.

She unravelled against the two men, her body shaking uncontrollably between their arms, as Bradley suffocated her moans again with a kiss, sealing her lips with his, not that that stopped her from whining into his mouth, which only caused the two men to grown in response.

Soon, Jake was back on his feet. He quickly rubbed his palm on his lips and chin, attempting to clean himself off. Bradley moved, leaving him room, granting them the possibility to kiss. She wrapped her hand around Jake’s throat, demanding his closeness, passing her tongue on his lips, needing to taste herself on his mouth.

Then, she gave them both a push, just enough so she could untangle from their embrace and jump off the counter, willingly and cheekily breaking that moment just because she wanted to see them moving, reacting to her like magnets, unable to distance themselves from her. She wanted them to chase after her. She wanted to play with the power those two men just gave her.

She made sure to fix her nightgown on her legs, as she moved back towards the door. “So, are you taking me to bed or what?”

Jake and Bradley exchanged another complicit look with each other, before bolting towards her. They clearly didn’t need to be asked twice.

Everyone knew to behave on their way up the stairs. The house was so quiet she suspected even a soft giggle or stepping too heavily on the steps would have woken one of the children. Waking one meant waking both. And they didn’t want that.

Emily guided both men to the master bedroom holding their hands.

She didn’t want to think about the consequences and what would have waited for them the next day. She had no time to think about what it would mean to share her bed with both Bradley and Jake and, frankly, it didn’t matter. Desire made her extremely short-sighted and somewhat selfish. All she needed to know was that Bradley was on board and, by then, he seemed more than willing to share her and their bed.

Welcoming Jake into their bedroom for the first time gave her a shiver. She enjoyed seeing the initial hesitation on his face as he took a step through the door. He looked around the room, studying their most private space. It felt weird to see him roaming through her most personal belongings – and at the same time, she didn’t think there was sight more right than having both those men by her bed.

She closed the door behind her back, locking it. Leaning against it, she sent both Bradley and Jake a playful look. “The room is soundproof.” She casually said not even attempting to hide her grin.

Bradley smirked to her words, slowly walking closer to her. “So bold,” he pushed a hand on the door next to her head, leaning closer to her, “why are you telling him this?” He brushed his lips over hers, teasing her with a kiss that never came.

Bradley sent a side glance over to Jake as he too moved closer to them. They both smirked.

She gasped, trying to breathe and keep her cool at their closeness, already struggling to think straight as it was.

She answered her husband with a quick shrug, pretending to be naïve, giving him an innocent look, but Bradley wasn’t so easily fooled. He slowly shook his head, grabbing her chin and bringing her to raise her head to look at him directly. “No. You must let us know now, my love. I am curious. Hangman? Are you not curious?”

“So fucking curious.”

She bit her lower lip, looking right into her husband’s dark eyes. The scorching hot desire that melted through his gaze gave her a shiver. “You know why.”

“Do I? Oh- my darling,” Bradley slid his hands lower on her body. His widened palms caressed her thighs, softly sliding over her nightgown as he followed her body all the way up to her hips and ribs and chest, only brushing his fingers on her breasts, not giving her the satisfaction to fill his palms with them, “is it, maybe, because you want to inform the Lieutenant that he can make you scream, in here?” He hooked his fingers on the thin nightgown straps, pushing them over her shoulders. “Or is it because you want us to do exactly that to you?”

A strong, electrical shiver crossed her. “Bradley-” she gasped, desperately looking for air, looking right into his eyes as he pulled the loose, thin material of her nightgown over her body, letting it pool on the floor. “What, my sweet?” He wondered, scooping her face up in his palms. “Shall we show Jake?”

As soon as he called the other man out, her eyes rolled on him. She purred, stretching against her husband as he pressed his hands on her naked skin, while she enjoyed watching Jake studying her body. His green eyes were captivated by her. She loved to see that look on him, especially while his lips were slightly departed, his cheeks reddened, and his hair ruffled. God, she didn’t know if she would have survived that night.

She turned back to Bradley, silently nodding, she knew that she was giving him permission to pleasure her and, God, there was nothing she desired more. Bradley didn’t appear to be waiting for anything else either. He was on her in a second.

He leaned in for a heated kiss, rolling an arm around her waist, bringing her to pull her hips closer to him, only to grant him access to his free hand. He didn’t fiddle around, his only purpose was to give her pleasure and, to let Jake know exactly what was happening, he let go of her mouth, lowering himself to assault her neck instead.

Emily rolled her arms around his solid, wide shoulders, grasping on his figure, unable to balance herself on her own legs as he brushed skilfully his fingers through her dripping wet, hot folds, knowing exactly how and where his wife liked to be touched. She rubbed her nose on the side of his face, through his short sideburn, inhaling deeply a full breath of his scent, willingly releasing a whimper to his ear, enjoying feeling him tremble under her hold.

Then her eyes lazily moved to Jake. A shiver crossed her back as their eyes crossed. He was standing close enough but didn’t dare to interfere with them. Though, his gaze was crazed. She liked to think it was because he wanted to touch her too. She let him see her expression marked by pleasure, departed lips, reddened cheeks, and frowned eyebrows.

Emily welcomed her husband pushing two fingers inside of her with a loud gasp, immediately melting into a moan, as soon as he started rolling his thumb on her clit syncing with his fingers, hitting her exactly where she needed to unravel.

She came again. That second time she didn’t hold back, not afraid to be heard and risk waking her kids, she cried her husband's name as her orgasm washed over her. Though, all the way through the waves of her highest pleasure, she never broke eye contact with Jake. She wanted him to be part of it and she wanted to see his expression as he watched her come.

As soon as her orgasm dissipated, while her legs still trembled and her breath was still broken, Bradley turned her around. He held her with her back against his chest, letting Jake look directly at her naked body.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” He wondered proudly.

She let her head fall backwards on his shoulders, looking over at Jake with heavy eyelids as the man studied every inch of her naked skin. His eyes feasted on every soft curve of her body, indulging on her breasts, hips and thighs. “She is perfect,” he breathed, “you are a lucky bastard, Rooster.”

“Now do you understand why I can’t have enough of her?” A shiver crossed her back as the two men sent each other a complicit look. God, she couldn’t breathe.

Bradley pressed his proud smile on her temple in a soft kiss, brushing his fingertips on her neck and Emily too smiled, offering Jake a satisfied smirk, leaning against her husband. “Do you want to fuck me, Jake?”

“Oh, honey-” he choked on his own breath, now finally moving closer to them. As soon as the hands of both men were on her, she lost her mind. Jake responded to her question stealing her lips in a famished kiss. He wrapped his hands around her hips, pulling her away from Bradley’s hold and against his own chest. Which she didn’t mind at all. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and, even if she wasn’t done, she bit on his lower lips, breaking their kiss. “Take off your clothes, Lieutenant.” She commanded him with an encouraging nod.

Looking back at her husband, Emily slid a hand across his chest in an affectionate caress. “You too.”

That said, she slid off their arms and walked towards the bed, a hundred per cent intentioned in enjoying the show. She climbed on the bed and kneeled in its centre, knowing the two men’s attention was on her. Looking back at them, she offered a smile, waiting.

Jake glanced at Bradley, offering him one of those sharp, cocky grins that always took her breath away, even when he was being an asshole. “I never realised how bossy your wife could be, Rooster.”

Bradley’s eyes never lifted from her, though to the other’s words he too pulled out his infamous side smirk able to make her head spin.

God, how were they that gorgeous? And how did she end up there?

“That’s my girl,” he winked proudly at her, “I hope that is not a problem, Hangman.”

“Are you joking?” Now Jake’s gaze was back on her too, his grin became even sharper, like the one of a shark. “It’s a turn-on.”

She had to bite her tongue not to shout at them to hurry up and get in there.

She had a better idea.

She stretched, only because she wanted them both to look at her move. “You are both still dressed.” She reminded them, sliding her own hands on her body. She pressed her palms on her abdomen and hips and up, cupping her own breasts, releasing a sigh. “You don’t want me to be alone for too long, do you?”

That was enough of an incentive for them both. She watched them strip with a hungry smirk printed on her face.

Her eyes lazily studied her husband’s body, crossing every inch of his golden skin and the edge of his muscles. Her body reacted to him instantly. She could never be tired of him. He was a big man, tall and large, and she was made to be held by his arms. Her warm gaze slid over his torso and abdomen, as she unashamedly followed the dark, happy trail under his belly button to his erection. God, her husband’s cock had the power to make her drool. A shiver crossed her. Only thinking about having him inside of her made her core ache with desire.

Bradley moved slowly, enjoying having her attention. He climbed the bed next to her and met her with a soft kiss. For a moment, that specific moment, she forgot they weren’t alone. She threw her arms around his neck, sliding a hand through his dark hair, deepening their kiss. As their tongue met, she welcomed his flavour with a pleasureful sigh, as if she had never tasted it before.

Though, tucking at her hips, giving her a soft pull, Bradley broke their kiss, stopping her from climbing over his figure taking what she most needed. She hissed, disagreeing, but he was ready to soothe her, scooping her cheeks between his hands. “It would be so selfish of me to distract you from poor Hangman, don’t you think.”

“Yeah. A very low hit, Rooster.” As soon as Jake spoke, she sent him a quick look. She bit her lip but didn’t dare to look further than his face. Not yet. Even if she was dying to explore his body.

How long had it been since she started secretly fantasizing about that specific moment?

Bradley offered her a grin, encouraging her to move to Jake with a nod. “I know you want to.” He whispered, laying back on the mattress as if he was getting ready to enjoy the view.

Holding her breath, she finally turned towards Jake and moved towards the edge of the bed, meeting him. Their eyes locked and her heart flattered.

“Are you blushing, Mrs Bradshaw?” He asked softly, pushing his index under her chin, to inspect her expression. She could barely hide her smile, suddenly feeling shy and seen. “Maybe,” she hesitated, looking up at him, “are you sure this is what you want?”

“What of my behaviour made you believe I am nothing but ready, honey?”

“I am a married woman.” She reminded him and Jake sent a playful look over her shoulder, offering a challenging smirk to Bradley. “Oh, do not let me ever forget that Rooster got to you first, baby.”

She still didn’t dare to touch him, for a moment, seriousness crossed her. “You know what I mean, Jake.”

He nodded; his grin didn’t disappear. “I want you,” he looked over her shoulder once more, “if that means sharing you with your husband, then baby count me in.”

That was it. She took his words as seriously as she would a signature on a binding contract. Bradley’s compliant about her displayed affection towards another man was everything she needed to know about how he felt on the topic.

There was chemistry sparking in the air and she couldn’t fight the magnetic force connecting her to him. She slid her hands across his naked chest, hesitating only a second before touching his skin, siding her fingers through his chest hair. She studied his edges following the movements of her own fingertips across his torso, shoulders and arms.

His skin was warm, his body solid, covered in defined muscles, he was slightly shorter than Bradley but bigger. She slid her hand across his throat, softly caressing his skin, rolling her eyes on his face, studying his features as her fingers followed across the strong line of his square jaw and chin, over his thin lips. Jake’s grip on her chin became firmer as he pulled her in a famished kiss, sliding an arm around her waist, clearly unable to wait any longer.

As their bodies collided, Emily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grabbing on his figure, pulling him close, as he did to her. One of his large hands cruised across her back, feeling her stretching under his palm, while the other grabbed her ass. It was a rude clutch on her soft flesh that made her purr.

Feeling his erection proudly pressing on her abdomen, her stomach growled and her soaked core ached. He was big and heavy. No, she wouldn’t have survived that night. Between him and her husband, she knew she would have gotten fucked so much that she would have struggled to walk straight the next day.

God, one could only hope.

“I need you, Jake.” She pleaded, whispering on his lips. Jake’s response was a sharp, cocky, extremely confident smile. “Do you, honey? What is it that you need?”

“I need you to fuck me, Hangman. Now.”

He listed his chin to her determined look, she saw his pale eyes glimmer as if that was exactly what he wanted to hear. He gave her a push and then turned over between his arms, now having her back pressed against his chest. “You are such a little devil, aren’t you, baby?” He pushed his face into her neck socket, smirking against her ear. “You are not a good girl, are you? You are very, very bad.” He wrapped one of his strong arms around her hips, pulling her towards him, rubbing himself against her ass. “You want me to fuck you while your husband watches, so fucking naughty.”

“S-shit, Jake,” she sighed, her eyes rolling on Bradley as he laid on his side, his hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly massaged himself. She choked. “Bradley.”

Calling for her husband only prompted Jake to give her a push, bending her in front of him. He slid his hands across her thighs, first the outside and then, his fingers teased her, following her most sensitive skin on the inside, encouraging her. “Yeah, baby, spread those legs for me.”

She was blinded by desire by then. Her mind was fogged, everything she could think about was the cold feeling of air hitting her exposed skin and her aching, empty loins waiting to be filled.

As she arched her back, in an automatic response, Jake sighed in approval, rewarding her with a playful slap on her ass. Then he dug his fingers through her folds, grunting in approval finding her still so hot and wet. “Oh, your husband did such a good job, preparing you for me.”

“Please, Jake-” as she begged him, her hands opened on the mattress, her arms already shaking under the pressure, her look got lost in the vision of Bradley pleasuring himself looking at her devotedly. She licked her lips.

He didn’t give her a warning, but he did give her exactly what she wanted. Jake positioned himself and slid inside of her in one, sharp, thrust. He stretched her completely, taking her breath away. She had been so wet and ready for so long that her body easily welcomed his size. They both moaned as she melted in a victorious smile. “F-fucking finally.”

“Shit, you are so fucking perfect, honey.” Jake moved his hips, giving her the chance to adapt to him, grabbing on her hips. “Your wife has such a sweet pussy.”

She only saw Bradley’s proud smile, as he nodded to Jake, but she suspected the man behind her was pulling the cockiest smirk. “Yes, she does, Hangman. Now,” Bradley shuffled closer to her, “be a gentleman and give her exactly what she asked for.”

Following Bradley’s blessing, Jake pushed his hips against her. He started slowly, teasing her, sliding all the way out and back in but his thrusts soon quickened.

Every one of his pushes made her pleasure grow, bringing her to unashamedly moan for him, as the pressure of a new, rising orgasm nested across her stomach.

Jake’s hands were solidly holding onto her hips as he fucked her from behind, guiding her to slide upon his cock. He was holding her so tightly it almost hurt, almost, because her pleasure was much greater, enough for her to forget about discomfort.

Plus, she was hoping his clutch would leave bruises on her skin. There was something so profound, so intimate, about being marked during sex, and she loved to have her skin bearing the traces of passion.

Bradley kneeled in front of her and softly wrapped his hand around her chin, bringing her to look up at him. For a few moments, he only watched as the pleasure given by another man bent her features, but then he slid his thumb across her departed lips. “Do you think I could fuck your sweet mouth while he fucks you, darling?”

She nodded giving him a grateful, desiring look. She couldn’t formulate words but God if she wanted that. To choke on her husband’s dick as Jake fucked her brains out? It was such a taboo thought she felt dirty – but only for a moment.

Bradley positioned himself, sliding a hand through her hair in a praising caress, as with the other he held her chin up, helping her balance herself. She leaned in, sliding her tongue across his shaft, from base to tip, enjoying hearing his sigh of approval. She closed her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it and playing with it with her tongue, and then she pulled him deeper into the back of her throat. Bradley grabbed her hair. And Jake clutched on the soft edges of her hips, digging his cock deeper inside of her. So much she thought she felt his hit in her stomach.

They all moaned.

She had never felt so filled up and she loved it. It made her skin shiver and her stomach tremble as pleasure buzzed through her entire being, making her arms and legs shake. She savoured the feeling of both their hands on her, as the warmth of both their bodies seeped through her skin. So lost in the pleasure Jake was giving her and in the devotion, she was determined to show her husband as he fucked her throat, she didn’t even recognize the waves of an orgasm growing on her. To the point that, when she came, it was a surprise.

“Fuck, baby, yes. Come for me. Such a good girl.” As Jake praised her, guiding her through her orgasm with unforgiving thrusts, Bradley pulled back, granting her the possibility to voice her pleasure. He scooped her face up, making her look at him. “Are you coming, darling?”

She was only able to roll her eyes, nodding, unable to speak if not for convulsed whimpers.

Jake didn’t stop. His thrusts kept coming through her trembling flesh. He guided her through her high and then right into overstimulation. Unforgiving and perfect. As her strength left her, he was ready to grab her a moment before she folded on the mattress. Jake pulled her up, so her shoulders were pressed against his chest. He held her tight with an arm around her waist and a hand wrapped around her throat. “Oh, we are not done, honey.” His whisper sounded so sweet and yet so threatening.

She looked up at him, helpless, only able to whimper as her tired flesh was changing up again for more pleasure she didn’t even know she had. She felt like she could break under such pressure. Jake’s fingers slid around her jaw, holding her as he nodded proudly. “C’mon, baby, give me another, I know you have it in you.” He then pulled her chin, turning her towards Bradley, “Let your husband see you coming on my cock again.”

Jake slid his free hand between her thighs, easily finding her clit that he proceeded to massage, still pounding inside of her, breaking her breath with every hit. She grabbed his arm, digging her nails through his skin, doing her best to find something to hold onto as a new wave of pleasure washed over her. This second orgasm was so powerful that it blinded her for a moment. She cried out loud, calling for Jake’s name multiple times, as he guided her through her pleasure, this time properly, granting her the chance to catch her breath, indulging her satisfied body, supporting her. He whispered sweet praises to her ear, welcoming her pleasure with pure satisfaction.

As soon as he loosened his hold around her, Emily thought she could fall, but Bradley was there to catch her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as her husband took her away from Jake’s arms and laid her on the mattress. He caressed and kissed her sweaty skin, praising her, granting her the possibility to rest her quivering body for a moment.

He softly pecked kisses on her lips, cheeks and jaw. “Are you ok, my love?”

She was only able to nod, fatigued, short of breath, maybe even tired, but not at all satisfied, besides the fact that her belly still vibrated with the echoes of the deep pleasure Jake just gave her. Bradley softly kissed her chin as she looked for Jake with a grateful look.

He was still standing by the edge of the bed, catching his breath, looking at her as her arms and legs now wrapped around her husband’s body. She pulled a hand towards him, sliding it on the messy sheets. “Come here.” She whispered, inviting him.

Jake obeyed, but not before looking for Bradley’s approval as well. He climbed onto the bed and laid next to her as she lazily caressed his chest with a hand and her husband’s back with the other.

She looked at them both, before leaning in to kiss Bradley first and Jake after.

“I hope you don’t think this is it,” she whispered, now turning towards Bradley directly. She followed his jawline with her fingertips, offering him a cheeky smile. “I want more.”

“More, uhm?” Bradley leaned in on her neck, tracing a trail with his lips only to stop on her collarbones, nibbling on them. “You are insatiable.”

She giggled softly, sliding a hand through his hair. “That’s right, Mr Bradshaw,” she turned towards Jake, sending him a cheeky look. “I want to show him how I can ride my husband’s cock.” She winked at Jake, rolling on top of Bradley.

Bradley welcomed her words with a giggle helping her straddle him, placing his hands around her hips. She enjoyed the view, looking down at her husband first, pushing her hands on his chest, and Jake after. Her gaze indulged on his glorious body and still erected cock. She bit her lower lip, leaning closer to him. “Can you touch yourself for me, as I fuck him?”

Jake let his head fall backwards, releasing a sigh, a moment before jumping up and grabbing her throat, pulling her into a kiss. Bradley didn’t intervene. He only slid his hands across her torso, around her ribs, keeping her in position. “Only for you.” Jake whispered against her lips.

Then, she pushed him away and as he fell back on the mattress, she turned her attention to Bradley. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. “Did you like seeing another man fuck your wife?” She teased him sliding her nails across his chest.

Bradley gulped loudly and then he nodded, his hands moving across her back, all the way down around her ass, as he grabbed her, pressing her against his hips. “I did.” Hissing, she rubbed her wet core on Bradley’s erection. “Do you want to fuck me, now?”

“I do.” He pushed himself slightly up, only enough to catch her lips in a famished, desperate kiss.

She didn’t wait much longer. Pushing a hand between their bodies she positioned him to her entrance and slid above him, taking every inch of his length. She pulled herself up, pushing on his chest and let her head fall backwards, welcoming his size with a moan. “Fuck, Lieutenant, you feel so good.”

She admired him as he welcomed her tight hold with departed lips and glimmering eyes fogged by desire.

The second she started moving her hips against his, he grabbed at her waist, digging his fingers deep into her soft flesh. She rolled her eyes, hissing away her hidden, animalistic desire for him to leave marks where Jake’s fingers had signed her already.

Pleasure immediately started to build inside of her, firing up her nerves, and gathering pressure around her stomach. The more she was given, the more she desired, it was like a sweet curse. And she started to doubt she could really reach satisfaction.

She looked over at Jake, willingly rolling her hips on Bradley’s cock only to see him mirroring her movement with his hand clutched around his erection. God, those two men, lost in their pleasure, laying underneath her, were gorgeous. The two most beautiful men she had ever laid eyes upon. Both were hers at that specific moment.

She stretched, with absolutely no patience or desire to take it easy. She moved her hips up and down Bradley’s cock at a voracious pace and he let her choose the rhythm she desired, giving her everything she wanted. Understanding her need to get off once more, and being more than supportive of her desires, Bradley placed his hand on her lower abdomen, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

She came again. This time, as violent as the one before. Blinded by pleasure, her strength leaving her the second her body came undone, she abandoned herself between her husband’s arms, crying out his name. Bradley sat up, catching her, offering her his chest to rest upon, as he guided her hips to ride out the waves of her orgasm.

Emily held tightly on his shoulders, sliding the other hand between his hair as she pushed her lips close to his ear. “I love you.” She whispered softly, calming down, feeling so safe and warm between his arms, all the while looking into Jake’s eyes.

A distant thud brought her back to consciousness with a gasp.

Emily laid still for a long second, before even realising she was actually awake, and that she could stretch. As soon as she moved her entire body ached. Muscles she didn’t even know she had were sore as the memories of the past night came back to her. Jake. Bradley. And the sex. And all the pleasure. God, she had never known it was humanly possible to come as many times as she did.

Both Jake and Bradley had no mercy for her. Or indulged her too much in her never-ending appetite. Now, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to walk. A placid smile still melted on her lips.

Just then, she realised she was tangled in a hug between the two men she fell asleep with. Her smile only widened. Her husband had no reason to leave her side, but she was truly happy to see that Jake stayed. As she lazily traced a caress with her fingers across Jake’s back, laying on one of her sides, Bradley tuck her closer to him, squeezing her between his arms against his chest.

He pressed a sleepy kiss on her temple. “Good morning, my love.”

She ran her hands across his arms wrapped around her naked body, releasing a sigh, snuggling against him. “Hello, darling.”

She turned just enough to brush her lips under his chin, and then she pulled herself closer to Jake, brushing a soft kiss on his shoulder. He twitched, reacting to her immediately, lazily rolling closer, pressing his face against her chest. He only mumbled words that didn’t make any sense as she kissed his forehead.

Then that peaceful picture was suddenly disturbed by tiny giggles, followed by small footsteps running all around the corridor.

Emily gasped, but Bradley was quicker to react. As soon as he recognised it was the kids, he was immediately on his feet. “I’ll take care of it,” he fondly kissed the top of her head, “you sleep some more.”

“Don’t I get a kiss?” Jake chuckled wrapping her figure between his arms, taking over what Bradley had left. Receiving only a burst of sardonic laughter from the other, Jake lifted his head, looking at her. “Guess not.” She giggled, shaking her head, giving him a small push, as he tried to kiss her.

“How about I come and help?” He offered himself sending a quick look to Bradley, “so you, honey, can take some time to chill.”

“That would be great, Hangman.” Bradley agreed, becoming slightly agitated as they heard the kids singing a little song, calling for them from the corridor. It didn’t take long for the door to be tackled by small hands.

Jake kissed the tip of her nose a second before rolling out of bed. “If you get the kids, I’ll cook breakfast.”

“Oh, look at you,” Bradley sent him a quick side look, “you fuck my wife one night and now you think you are the king of the castle.” Jake laughed at his words, nodding. “What can I say, Rooster, I am that good.”

#top gun movie #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw x oc #bradley rooster bradshaw #lieutenant bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun rooster #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw #jake hangman seresin x oc #lieutenant jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin

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fluffy date night headcanons for Jäger?

ilovehimsomuchksnseks

ngl i think this one was the longest headcanon request i’ve ever written bc the amount of content i wrote for this is wild. thanks for your request anon! c:

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Jäger Headcanons: Fluffy Date Night

Trigger Warnings: None, all fluff

♡ Though Marius lacked a few social skills, he knew what it was like to be in love

♡ He had crushes on tons of people throughout his life, many of which he kept buried deep below because he had more important things to focus on

♡ But the second you walked into his life, the new nurse at Rainbow, Marius was quick to want to get to know you

♡ And eventually, after months of getting comfortable with each other, he would come to ask you out on some dates and you would happily accept

♡ The first date you and Marius ever had, was a little movie night back at his place

♡ It was his favorite movie, of course, so he told you everything he knew about it

♡ You found it to be very endearing, as he was extremely passionate about the things he liked and the people he came to know

♡ The second date you two went on was a nice little picnic; what’s a sappy cliché without a cute picnic date?

♡ He got you all your favorite snacks and drinks, as well as his own, your favorite flowers (second favorite if your first favorite we’re actually poisonous) and the two of you spent the entire day in each other’s company

♡ And by the time Marius got you back home to your place, he pulled out a cute little teddy bear and a handmade card he made just for you

♡ You proceeded to cry and Marius freaked out, thinking you hated the date and the gifts, but once you told him how much you actually loved them, he was relieved and happy you liked them that much

♡ The third date, the one where you and Marius finalized your relationship, was one you didn’t really expect

♡ Marius drove you out to this spot he used to visit whenever he need to clear his mind if his uni studies stressed him out

♡ It was a nice, secluded little hill surrounded by trees with a large, slightly unnatural opening that made it look like it used to be a campsite

♡ Marius had you come out and lay on the hood of his car with him, and the two of you stare up at the stars

♡ “Um…if you feel cold, please don’t hesitate to hold onto me. I’ll even give you my hoodie, and you could keep it.” Marius will offer, breaking the silence between the two of you

♡ And needless to say, you’d take him up on that offer, nuzzling up against him for warmth as you two stared at the stars

♡ At some point you had completely fallen asleep, and Marius took this as a sign to get you back home

♡ He gently got you off the hood of his car, carefully placing you in the passenger’s seat and buckling you in before doing the same for himself and driving you to his place

♡ Once back, he took you in his arms and carried you inside, gently placing you on his bed before tucking you in

♡ He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he went and slept on his couch, only to be woken up later in the night

♡ “Marius, come and sleep next to me…I miss you…” you say, making his heart skip a beat before beating at what felt like a thousand times a second

♡ He followed you back to his own room, and the two of you cuddled each other underneath his blanket, and Marius was more than happy to end a good date with some even more good cuddles

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s jäger #marius streicher #jäger x reader #fluff #domestic fluff #headcanons #fluff headcanons #date headcanons #r6s GSG 9

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Album Showcase: SYL - Strapping Young Lad

This was an awaking for me as a teenager. I think this was one of the earliest exposures I got to metal that was considered very heavy and aggressive. Beforehand the metal bands I was familiar with was stuff like Avenged Sevenfold, Bullet for my Valentine, Bloodsimple, Disturbed, Linkin Park, etc. So this was very different for me.

Content warning/trigger warning for some discussion about war (mainly the Iraq war), discussion of rape, and mention of 9/11.

The album’s cover of a white feather covered in blood is not the most notable cover I have seen. Though the cover was not what mattered to me as a teen.

Strapping Young Lad, sometimes shorten to SYL, was an extreme metal band from Canada formed in 1994. One of the most notable things about this band is the lead singer is Devin Townsend. Yes, THAT Devin Townsend. This band was before he did the Devin Townsend band and Devin Townsend Project. Though looking through Devin’s discography he has done a LOT. I will eventually tackle ALL Devin has done but that is in due time.

Around December 2001 Devin announced an album would be released in 2002. Though there were earlier statements he made seemed like that wouldn’t happen. Okay so at the end of 1988 the band went on hiatus. Devin went off doing solo work and producing other artists’ albums. While the rest of the band also did their own projects. As that was happening Devin was having issues with the label Century Media and struggling with bipolar disorder. He did check himself into psychiatric care in early 1988 though that doesn’t mean that everything was going smoothly. Both of these are what was added to the hiatus of the band. Devin stated,

“What happened? I signed a shitty deal, but luckily it was non-exclusive. I got tired of doing Strapping so I said, 'I can't do it anymore.' Then I freaked out and went into a hospital. My lawyer said that I was under mental duress when I signed the contract so the contract is void. At that point it was like, 'I just won't do another Strapping record.' Yeah, I went down saying 'CM was the shittiest label ever.' And they went down as saying that I was 'a complete, arrogant psychopath.' ”

Though he stated above that he changed his mind. He made it clear that he was not doing this to generate record sales. Instead this came from “creative anger” which was sparked by...the September 11 attacks. Which that happened when they were on tour during that year. You know, I knew going back on writing about music I listened to in the early 2000s that there as a chance I would mention 9/11. I just didn’t expect it from a Canadian band of all things. This was the first Strapping Young Lad album to be written by all the band members. That may sound strange and to me it did as well but when I was researching, this band did start out as Devin’s one man studio project. The fact it took eight to nine years for this to happen is fascinating. During the 2001 Foot in Mouth Tour the band wrote half of the album while the rest would be finished up at home starting January 2002. They played at some festivals that spring and afterwards went and recorded the album in September. On February 11th, 2003 the self-titled album was released and it was apparently the band’s first top charting album. That is pretty cool.

Before I move onto the album I should say that I have only listened to one song from this. I don’t know why teen me only listened to one song from it and didn’t look more into it but whatever. This will all be new to me and I am genuinely exited. Also, I remembered where I first heard of the band. It was from the movie adaptation of Alone in the Dark soundtrack. I don’t think I even saw the movie, I watched a review of it, but not the actual thing. But I do remember finding some good songs on the movie soundtrack. Well anyway lets see what the band’s first charting album is like.

Track 1: Dire

The first track just sets a nice mood. Brooding but also just pumps you with energy. There isn’t much lyrically but I don’t think that detracts from the song.

Track 2: Consequence

After Dire is smoothly transitions to Consequences which I have seen a video that combines the two. It keeps the momentum from the first track and mostly keeps it there. Which while it doesn’t really have a release to the build up which I am surprised by since I was expecting it to just build up to something and have a big release. Like the guitar, bass, and drums do a job on this track. I mean vocally it...kind of does? Okay not really. Oh yeah, this track has lyrics. This song is about...it’s about...what is this song about? I know it has to do with humanity..but what about humanity? The hatred humans have? The love humans have? I know Satan is mentioned but does that mean something. Either I am not getting it or it is not meant to be deep. The lyrics are there, I have no strong opinions on them. This track does feel like the instrumentals is what you are mainly meant to listen to and ignore the lyrics.

Track 3: Relentless

Consequences also smoothly transitions into Relentless and as I re-listened to this I wondered why Dire, Consequence, and Relentless weren’t just combined? When I listened to the whole album as I was working on this stuff I genuinely thought I was still on the first song or something. This track also has lyrics and I think this is about war and how this destruction is relentless. I think anyway. It is uh hard to tell what a lot of this is about because if I had no prior context about how 9/11 affected the creation of the album I would be mostly lost. Wait, this song has a music video maybe that’ll help. Okay so there is a machine smashing human skulls...and the band is playing their song to a crowd of fans...who are being held back by a fence cage thing. Devin please, help me. I am trying to understand.

Track 4: Rape Song

Oh no. With a title like that, the time period that this was made in, and the genre it is from I was not having high hopes for the song. I assumed going in this was gonna be an edgy track about the subject since metal is filled with many songs about “killing and raping bitches and/or corpses” sort of deal. But instead this is actually an anti-rape song. Though that is hard to tell even reading the lyrics only make that clear near the end. Though despite this being an anti-rape song there have been those who took it as a pro-rape song in a terrible way. Devin has regretted making this song which I can 100% get why. While I am glad he was angry enough to try to make a song that hates rapists I don’t think he did a good job really capturing that. Instrumentally this track is all right but the instrumentals don’t save this song.

Track 5: Aftermath

Well let’s see if this song can get the not great taste of the last song out of my mouth. Well instrumentally so far so good. A nice build up, not an outstanding one, but nice. The lyrics of this song at least are clear but GOD they are very in your face. Like yes, we know war is bad. Yes, the war for oil and killing innocent people is genuinely awful but the lyrics are...well they are not on the level of System of a Down. Now I get that Devin and the band wrote this not long after 9/11 so the emotions were fresh. I also get the Iraq war was happening which was very divisive for the time and even today. I can tell this was written from pure emotion. Which while I can somewhat respect I just think this song needed more polish.

Track 6: Devour

Now this was the track I first heard by the band! I still like the song to this day though that could be nostalgia talking. Lyrically it is simple while I don’t fully know what it is about besides death. Instrumentals carry this to be a banger on the album. But I will say this is so far the strongest track on the album. I think because the sound and lyrics work well together as a simple angry song. No wonder this song was chosen from the Alone in the Dark movie soundtrack.

Track 7: Last Minute

The instrumentation sounds nice. The lyrics are...there I guess. Is it about war? Maybe I don’t know. This track exists.

Track 8: Force Fed

Okay, this is the other strong track on the album. Not as good as Devour but it at least stands out on the album. What is this track about? Does it actually matter? I mean I guess it is about finding oneself? Sure, why not.

Track 9: Dirt Pride

I was about to basically shrug at this song until I read the lyrics and it is one of the only comedic songs on the album. I mean with lyrics like,

Dripping... Seeping Dripping... Leaking Dripping... Cabbages

and

Dripping... Gigbutt Dirt Pride... My pride Dripping... Bunksock

and the line,

Wash my fucking balls

I think that makes me somewhat like the song but it feels a little too late because we are already almost done with the album.

Track 10: Bring On the Young

The last track on the album and instrumentally it is the most stand out tracks because it is a slow and somber sounding song. The build up and this being the least heavy instrumentally sounding songs on the whole album. The lyrics are very clearly about being the war is hell but I think it works better than Aftermath. Mainly because I think I can feel the emotion more on this track. The chanting really adds a lot to the song. Also how high pitch Devin can get on the track is pretty neat.

I was originally going to cover Detox and Underneath the Waves since those were bonus tracks on the album but then found out they originally came from the album City so I’ll cover those songs when I cover that album.

This album was...underwhelming. It is interesting they went more for a death metal route than their extreme metal and industrial metal sound from their previous albums. Furthermore this was a raw production which is not really a common style for Devin. Though Devin would look back on this album saying it was “murky” and “dreadful sounding” along with claiming he “phoned it in”. Which I can believe all of that to be honest. Is this a bad album? Not really since the sound is pretty solid. Actually, if all the songs were instrumental I think it would be a lot better of an album. However, this was a forgettable album. A lot of the songs I couldn’t really remember on the top of my head with the exception of Devour. But I think the only reason I could remember that track was because I listened to it as a teen.

#Strapping Young Lad album #Strapping Young Lad #album review #music review #Devin Townsend #long post #death metal #rape tw #war tw #blood #album showcase

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Stranger Things Headcanons Part Six

Stranger Things Headcanons -

Part One - Link

Part Two - Link

Part Three - Link

Part Four - Link

Part Five - Link

Masterlist

Warning: 18+ only, Minors beware if you read this you might be scarred for life.

Trigger Warning: Contains Swearing, mentions of abuse, smut, sexual content

Author's Note: These will be updated after I get more ideas.

Eddie Munson x Marianna

SWF

Before they were dating.

Marianna met him while she was doing an art project for her art class. Mainly because she used some of the ideas he threw out randomly during the classes they had together. She often leaves notes that thank him for the creative ideas that she got just from him being himself.

Her approach to him is straightforward. She doesn't want to waste his time or burden him. If students like Jason thought he was weird and strange. Marianna did not want to seem that way to Eddie, and she did not wish to hear it from him.

Marianna spooked Jason off a few times, just so she could gain some kind of access to her locker. This was because her locker was the one Jason had leaned on whenever he decided to bully Eddie. Marianna knew that if Jason feared her, he would avoid her locker and Eddie would no longer be his target. By spooking Jason, Marianna was able to protect Eddie and give him some breathing room. "Don't thank me. I'm just trying to access my locker." is what she said to Eddie afterwards.

"Don't think about it too much. I'd rather not explain it right now. One day I might." Marianna told him. The gifts started off small and tiny, things that you wouldn't be able to point out straight away.

She had "knock first fuckers" on her door since Eddie walked in while she was having an existential crisis and she was lying across her bed. Eddie's intrusion was a reminder that she needed to take her privacy more seriously, and she felt the need to protect herself from such intrusions in the future. Thus, she put up the sign to alert people to knock first before entering her room.

She has made a promise not to hide or lie about it. Marianna values honesty and openness, so she has chosen to be open and honest with him. She believes it is imperative to be honest about her feelings and intentions and she has made a commitment to remain that way. Before dating, Eddie knew everything about her, and she shared more details about the secrets she still had. She told him everything about her past by the time they started dating.

When Eddie asked her out, she was confused and she asked "are you sure?" She hadn't expected him to ask her out and wasn't sure if he was serious or if he was just joking around.

Dating

She had a habit of gifting him black roses, red and white snapdragons on his birthday, Valentine's day, etc. Every celebration was made even more special with her thoughtful gifts.

She had made portraits of various D&D characters for his campaigns. She didn't mind if he used them or not. Her younger brother used them since she started drawing them.

She takes him to the movies, theme parks and fancy dinners. She is trying to make him feel special and show him that she cares about him. She wants to create an atmosphere of relaxation and fun, where they can both enjoy themselves and get to know each other better.

Marianna has a habit of being extremely open with him. She even made a promise that she wouldn't hide or lie about it. Marianna values openness and honesty, so she has chosen to be honest and open with him. She believes that it is important to be honest about her feelings and intentions and she has made a commitment to remain that way.

#Stranger Things #stranger things #Stranger Things Headcanons #stranger things headcanons #Stranger Things Imagine #stranger things imagine #Stranger Things Drabble #stranger things drabble #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Headcanons #Eddie Munson x Female Reader Headcanons #Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader Headcanons #Eddie Munson x F! Reader #Female Reader #Fem! Reader #F! Reader #Headcanons

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Chapter 35 - Not everyone fancies Jazz.

Episode 3. Dalton: *He laid down opposite Andy, observing him for a moment* I don't even remember how to be single any longer... which is ultimately the reason why I staid with her, which is nonsense, right? Andy: *He shrugged lightly* I dunno, it makes sense to me. You're used to the intimacy. Dalton: You'd think I wasn't any longer... it's been at least a year since I felt any real intimacy from her... I'm honestly extremely lonely *he sighed and sipped his wine* is the music annoying you? Andy: No... why would it? Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* Not everyone fancies Jazz. Andy: *He shrugged again* Not everyone has good taste... that goes for your ex as well.

Dalton: *He chuckled lightly* Well she used to... I suppose... if I'm good taste? I dunno?

Andy: ........ *again there were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't dare*

Dalton: ......

Andy: But... maybe something more chilled if you were going for some latenight vibes? Well I suppose Jazz is too but-

Dalton: Suggest me something! *He sat up excitedly and dragged himself closer to the laptop, ready to type on Youtube...

Andy: *He chuckled hoarse and wormed himself closer to Dalton, sorta trying to crawl without spilling, leaning over Dalton* Hold this... *he reached his glass to Dalton, and started typing* I was thinking more along the line of one of my own playlists... Let me see... *he bit his bottom lip lightly, trying not to grin about the fact that at the moment he was halfway laying over Dalton's legs*

Dalton: Hey, don't fall now, we're gonna drown in wine then! *he chuckled amused*

Andy: Yeah, trying to hurry *he chuckled, and quickly found his favorite playlist* Let me just find a song... ahh! *he said after a short moment’s scrolling* Let's just start it from here! It doesn't really matter much, I suppose... since all the songs are night vibes to me... this is the list I listen to most at night if I want to relax and just drift away... *he quickly pushed play: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEw35KJ4PEk&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=127

Dalton: Okay... let's see *he handed Andy his glass again, as he returned to lay on the bed*

Andy: *Suddenly realizing the song he had picked... well the lyrics... panic!*

Dalton: .... *clearly listening to the music*

Andy: *More panic!!!... and then the lyrics started*

Song: I could watch you for a lifetime, you're my favorite movie, a thousand endings, you mean everything to me. I never knew what's coming, forever fascinated, I hope you don't stop running, cause I'll always be waiting. You are, my cinema, action thriller, I could watch you forever. You are my cinema, action thriller.

Dalton: *He sipped his wineglass slowly, emptying it, then poured himself some more. They staid quiet the rest of the song, and a good part into the next song, before Dalton finally spoke again. He had been wondering if Andy had been putting the songs on on purpose or just picked a random one? But did he dare to ask if there were a meaning behind it?* So you're going to that wedding, right? On Christmas eve?

Andy: Ronan and Odette... yeah, of course, they are family *he smiled soft, and felt more than awkward about the songs* I uh *he gestured his glass towards the laptop screen* you can just find something else... this wasn't one of the more relaxing parts of the list... I picked the wrong song

Dalton: Oh *he frowned soft, almost disappointed... but why? He looked at the screen* I wouldn't know where to begin, I'm pretty sure I don't know any of those tracks?

Andy: So pick a title you think sounds interesting? *he smiled encouraging and sipped his wine, then decided to empty it in one go, placing the glass on the floor*

Dalton; Do you want more?

Andy: Not at the moment...

Dalton: No more drinking or?

Andy: Nah just slowing down for a moment *he chuckled hoarse* I thought you didn't want to drown in wine, now you're trying to drown me?!

Dalton: Pssh! *he rolled his eyes and chuckled amused, then turned back to the screen, reading titles* Hayden James - Something About You (Odesza Remix) *he pushed play* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgmEDI27Srk&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=138 nodding his head to the music... the lyrics...*

Andy: *He knew the song all too well... he had been falling in love to this song several times.... and it always made him want to throw himself at his newest crush, kissing them madly*

Music: You turn to face me, maybe this time I'll choose.

Dalton: *He couldn't decide if it was the wine, the music or the company, but he suddenly felt things he hadn't felt in very long time, his lips buzzing as he pressed them against the glass, forgetting to drink... spacing out as he starred into nothing, a well known warm tickling feeling rolling through his body, a strong urge for closeness, to feel someone... to fall in love... feel alive... and fall deep into someone elses most secret corners, being intimate on a soul level*

Andy: *He took a deep breath and laid back in Dalton's bed, starring at the ceiling, what a horrible idea that playlist had been, and now he was paying! Well, as long as he could keep himself from getting a boner....!!!!!!*

Dalton: *He got pulled out of his trance as the song stopped and another more upbeat song started. He quickly drank the last mouthful of his glass and poured another one, almost emptying the bottle* Should I get another one? *He reached the almost empty bottle to Andy* There's just a couple mouthfuls left...

Andy: *He grabbed the bottle and looked at Dalton with a sorta numb expression* Yeah, sure... go for it...

Dalton: Okay *he stood up, taking a large sip from his glass and placed it on the small table* Don't go anywhere! *He smirked at Andy as he passed him on his way around the bed and out the room*

Andy: Fuck! *he whispered to himself and quickly got up, Dalton would be back in less than a minute most likely, so he had to quickly find some other music... less..... boner inviting!!! Less kiss craving!!! So he quickly started scrolling the list, trying to find something that would be maybe a teeny bit inviting, yet casual, not too upbeat... not too slow... not depressing... and with similar songs coming after it. He whimpered, it was near impossible, and now his perfect Andy playlist, seemed nothing but a flaw-filled-failure!*

Dalton: I brought another red!

Andy: *He whimpered softly and quickly clicked on a song, then pushed the shuffle button, hoping that would somehow help him: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-c2znFXyvDE&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=184

Dalton: Did you find something?

Andy: Yeah, I really like that one... and then I just clicked shuffle *he shrugged lightly and quickly moved to his spot on the bed, emptying the rest of the old bottle, placing it on the floor next to his glass*

Dalton: *He nodded soft and sat down, bopping his head a bit as he leaned back on his bed, and listened to the song* Oh yeah, I have heard this one... you posted it on Social media.

Andy: *He looked at Dalton surprised* You watched my videos?

Dalton: Of course *he smiled lightly and sipped his wine* I like this song a lot... it was one of the reasons I started noticing you.

Andy: ..... notice me?

Dalton: *He sighed soft and sipped his wine* Yeah... you seem like.... no I know that you are... a very special person

Andy: *Light blushing* I'm just a trashcan at best... *he chuckled hoarse*

Dalton: Nah, I'm pretty sure you do know you're special, and the fact that you know, and you still aren't full of yourself, tells me you're a really good person... and I want you in my life *he smiled warmly*

Andy: *He smiled soft* .... I want you in my life too... more than you can imagine

Dalton: *He sighed soft and sipped his wine, feeling an attraction towards Andy he had felt before, but this time... this time it seemed to only grow stronger.... and stronger... and stronger...*

Andy: *He returned his eyes to the ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts... but the song soon enough made him space out and fade away*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaE8B8toeck&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=186

Dalton: *Half spacing out, half listening to the music and lyrics*

Andy: *Fading in and out*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISh3oB-O0Ss&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=59

Dalton: *Pressing his lips against his glass, the buzzing sensation coming back... his eyes gliding to Andy's lips*

Music: I can barely hold my tongue to say the least, I'm into you

Dalton: ............

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra-BuCCPtVw&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=148

Dalton: ............

Andy: ...........

Dalton: ........

Music: What would you have me do? Where would you have me go? Tell me to fly away, I spread my wings and go.

Andy: ...........

Dalton: ........

Andy: .........

Dalton: ..........

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZV_MjqdDOs&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=155

Andy: ........

Dalton: ........ *he was tired of being alone... tired of staying true to a heart that left him long ago. Tired of missing out on love. Tired of longing for kisses, intimacy, tired of feeling so painfully lonely*

Andy: ........

Dalton: ........ *He licked his lips and made a decision*

Andy: ....... *He opened his eyes as suddenly it was as if a shadow came over him, surprised to see Dalton leaning above him, looking down at him, his lips lightly parting to speak*

Dalton: *He leaned down, pressing his lips against Andy's, but this time, he didn't pull back again, he started kissing more*

Andy: *He moaned surprised and quickly kissed back, felling butterflies attack his stomach, the whole room spinning*

Dalton: *He moaned soft and welcoming as his whole body started buzzing, feeling like he had just entered a magical rollercoaster, waiting to take him on a wonderfully amazing ride into a starry blanket of galaxies and moon beams*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2M8GzCBZkM&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=168

Andy: *He pressed his palms against Dalton's cheeks and kissed back more fiercely as the music picked up and became more dramatic, giving him the boost of confidence he desperately needed*

Dalton: *He gasped surprised by the intense buzzing gathered in his stomach, and the feeling of Andy's soft lips against his, and so the song took over him as well, and he slowly opened his mouth, slipping his tongue into Andy's mouth, gently poking his*

Andy: *Fireworks in his mind!!!!*

Dalton: *Star sparklers going off, fading off into a blissful galaxy of pleasure and relief*

Andy: *His mouth opening slightly wider, inviting Dalton deeper in, their tongues playing eagerly with each other, his hands trembling lightly, of both fear and excitement*

Dalton: *He moaned soft and sighing, feeling dizzy, almost floating*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhK8Ehv6aPI&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=135

Andy: *A soft moan escaped him, pressing his body slightly towards Dalton, wanting, needing, longing to be even closer*

Dalton: *Melting into Andy, his lips and tongue eagerly tasting him, craving more, so much more! The void inside him, finally being filled, Andy leaking into every crack, slowly overflowing the dark empty space*

Andy: *Shaky breaths between kisses, feeling heavy, as if he was sinking into the mattress, drowning in a sweet never ending sea of Dalton, a more surrendering moan escaping him*

Dalton: *He suddenly pulled away, bumping down on his ass on the bed, starring surprised at Andy, brushing two fingertips over his lips in slow motion*

Andy: *He sat up slowly. Did he regret? Why did he pull away so sudden? Was it wrong? Was it just because of the alcohol? Did he get carried away and now figured it was a mistake? Then he noticed the fingertips, still lingering on Dalton's lips, as if he was trying to still hold onto the kiss, digest what had happened between them. It was now or never! So he quickly pushed himself forwards, so he sat right in front of Dalton, between his spread legs, and gazed deep into his eyes*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24dG4m8ym_g&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=140

Dalton: ......

Andy: *He reached out, grabbed the chest of Dalton's shirt and pulled him closer, their lips instantly connecting again*

Dalton: *His head was spinning, but in an oh so wonderful way, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Andy's neck, opening his mouth, granting Andy access*

Andy: *He quickly took the invite and slipped his tongue into Dalton's mouth, kissing him deep and passionate, but kept it on the slower side, finding a rhythm with the music, keeping it sweet and not too heated*

Dalton: *He more than enjoyed the mix of the music, the alcohol, the taste of Andy, and the more than needed feeling of a pair of lips against his again... a pair of lips that cared about him.... a pair of soft, wonderful lips, he only wanted to get lost in, more and more*

Andy: *His kiss turned more playful, the more he realized Dalton wasn't running away, so he gently started nibbling on Dalton's bottom lip between kisses*

Dalton: *A shaky sigh of pleasure escaping him, leaning more towards Andy, a need of getting even closer taking over him*

Andy: *A soft moan escaping him as an answer to Dalton's attempt at getting closer, pulling his shirt a little nearer to himself*

Music: No I don't want to fall in love... with you

Dalton: *He suddenly seemed to pull Andy in the other direction... INTO the bed*

Andy: *He moaned surprised, and just the second later they both tumbled into the bed, Andy unfortunately getting kneed in the balls* Owwwwwww!!! *Which admittedly was probably for the best anyway, as he was starting to get hard!*

Dalton: Shit! *he couldn't help but laugh*

Andy: *Broke out into a loud laughter, rolling from side to side in he bed, cupping his junk* Fuck!!! *more laughing*

Dalton: *Still laughing* I'm sorry! It's not funny! I'm sorry!

Andy: *Still laughing*

Dalton: *More laughing, sorta collapsing onto half of Andy's body*

*Both laughing hysterically*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Knyy17g4Zag&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=141

*More laughing*

Dalton: I'm so sorry!

Andy: *His laughter fading into a chuckle* I'll manage *chuckling*

Dalton: *Chuckles soft, then sat up, pouring himself a new glass of whine, taking a large sip before handing it to Andy*

Andy: *He chuckled lightly and lifted himself a bit to grab the glass and drink*

Dalton: Hey... let's dance!

Andy: *He chuckled hoarsely* huh-what?!?!

Dalton: Come! *repeating the song* So you wanna be a dancer?

Andy: *He laughed loudly*

Dalton: *He jumped up on the bed and started jumping up and down* COME! *he reached two hands towards Andy, shaking them wildly*

Andy: *He shook his head and grabbed Dalton's hands, getting up fast, and joined the jumping without a protest*

*They both kept jumping around to the song, just being crazy and carefree, having no worries in the world for the moment, laughing, being free, feeling like kids again*

Andy: *Just as the song was about to stop, he accidentally bumped into Dalton, and they both crashed down on the bed, Dalton slightly on top of Andy, partially tangled in each other, laughing and panting for air.* Damn! *he laughed lightly*

Dalton: Yeah! *he laughed happily and rolled off Andy, landing on his back next to him on the bed, panting up at the ceiling*

Andy: It's been a long time since I last had THAT much fun! *chuckling amused*

Dalton: *He chuckled happily* Me too!

Andy: *Chuckling*

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLPWZgpXR2k&list=PLixuBkBFIAJnx83gIorsEhfnKAjWxrFjo&index=157

Dalton: *Observing Andy for a moment*

Andy: *Sighing soft as he gazed deep into Dalton's perfect eyes*

Music: There was a steepness in the darkness, I wanted to cut it like a comet crash. Hit the city, where you had echoed from a flash, made it all seem not so bad. Cause we were parallel lines running through the whole sky And even in the low light, we were aligned 'Cause we were parallel lines, separate the whole time But even in the divide, you and I.

Dalton: *He sighed soft and slowly scooted closer, snuggling his head against Andy's shoulder, closing his eyes*

Andy: *He smiled soft and laid a hand close to one of Dalton's, resting the side against Dalton's. Just a touch of innocent closeness. Romance filling the room. And that's how they both fell asleep to the last lines of the song.*

#Dalton Red #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #unicorntales

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Dark Moon | Chapter Eight

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, smut noncon, teasing, forced nudity, humiliation, glove returns, insults, slapping, fingering, tears, forced pleasure, finger licking, rough penetration, vaginal sex, orgasm denial, contraceptive use, Jimin becomes a lust demon, MC loses patience and explodes, triggering content, this is not for minors

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Here is the new chapter of Dark Moon ❤️ Let me know what you think, it is always a joy for me to know if you like the story 🥰

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @dragons-flare, @m00njinnie, @seokjins-luigi, @pjmsneverland, @jimincrystal, @ajkwww, @ungodlyjoon, @hecateslittlewitchling, @namjoonsbuspass, @darkuni63, @xicanacorpse

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He passed the hallway that divided them with a light step, darkness engulfing the house in deadly silence, he kept thinking of her as a chill slid down his spine, he thought of her small, soft body, his to break in any way.

When he reached the bedroom, the doorknob lowered under the pressure of his fingers, opened without making a squeak. Nothing in that house seemed willing to help the young woman.

He inhaled into the air the sweet scent of woman there, it was floral and honeyed, something that made a low, deep growl vibrate in his chest.

Like a predator he reached for his prey as silently as possible, moving through the darkness, his friend, this reminded him of the night of the abduction, just as then he watched her sleeping blissfully in a bed that did not belong to her, illuminated by the dim light of the street lamps filtering through the ajar window, her face softly stretched in an angelic expression angered the man, who contrary to his emotional state felt his cock harden.

He bit his lower lip as he climbed onto the bed he had personally chosen for her; he had taken care of every little detail and she should have simply thanked him.

When Y/N lifted his heavy eyelids in the darkness of the room he knew immediately that something was wrong. She felt foreign moisture on her neck, but it took her a few seconds longer to connect well and understand the actual situation.

Jimin broke away from the delicate line of her neck to imprison her in his lust and resentment-laden eyes, with a small, shrill cry she tried to evade the man, who in response imprisoned her in his strong arms.

"Be quiet," he hissed harshly, watching the young woman's chest heave at a terrified, dizzying pace, reminded him of a pawing mare, and with a grin unfastened the first button of her pajamas from one of the buttonholes.

"What are you going to do?" she swallowed breathlessly, feeling the chill night air at every flap of skin let loose from the constriction of the warm fabric.

"I'm going to take what's mine," he murmured, grasping between his teeth a pinkish, delicate pearl that soon turned scarlet following a bite that made her scream in pain; she wriggled in his arms, trying to escape, and Jimin buried, if possible, even more his head between the woman's breasts, letting his warm, delicate tongue soothe those suffocating sensations, repeatedly striking the offended, stiff tip, he sucked the rest of the soft skin insistently, causing small, stinging bruises to surface, the young woman looked up at the ceiling of her room in shock, everything was happening so quickly that the anxiety in her chest erupted into yet another panic attack.

Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders, putting force to push him away, and her nails penetrated the man's beautiful skin, which far from contentedly pulled away from the girl's now battered breasts.

His black eyes were dipped in fire and soon Y/N realized his fury, at first she hadn't noticed anything, too caught up in her own personal despondency, but now she could clearly see the torment encased in the irises of the man who towered over her like a statue of pure marble, a slap torn the skin of her lower lip, leaving her breathless.

With his jaw tensed Jimin nailed his hips to the girl's, making her aware of his complete nakedness, the woman lost a beat, at which point she burst into tears, remembering when the man had forced her to take him in her mouth, she didn't think it would happen again so soon, God ... she had even gotten used to the idea of being out of the Dark Moon's business.

As if Jimin had read her mind, a lazy smile stretched across his angelic features.

"I took you away from that place because I didn't want other men to dump their cum into you," he said grabbing her by the chin in a grip that had nothing gentle about it at all, "You should thank me, I saved you from a life as a whore that would have made you satisfy the cravings and perversions of all those pigs you would meet."

Y/N would have liked to reply that he was the one who had brought her there, that she had absolutely nothing to thank him for, but Jimin's lips pounced on hers, plugging her mouth before she could say anything that would surely only bring more trouble for her.

The kiss was violent and full of possession, Jimin's tongue entwined with hers in a voracious struggle, heedless of the blood staining her broken lower lip, he took care to taste her sweet flavor as he slowly slid the covers off her body.

Then an idea tickled his mind, releasing the young woman from his ravenous mouth, causing her to momentarily regain air.

"Get undressed," he ordered peremptorily, moving away to make himself comfortable between the blankets.

Y/N watched frozen as the male's actions shamelessly displayed the stiffened length of his cock; it was colored a vivid shade of pink, the turgid tip wet with clear liquid was screaming with need, but Jimin did not even try to touch himself, his dark, wicked irises were on her, waiting.

"Did you hear me?"

Y/N pondered the situation well, and no matter how hard she looked for a way out, it simply did not exist.

If she had tried to escape, he would have caught her and beaten her.

If she had hit him, it probably still would have ended with her getting beaten.

With her heart in her throat she unbuttoned what was left of the buttons of her pajamas, she felt dirty, she was not even fighting for her dignity.

She ended up lowering her shorts as well, remaining only in her clear briefs, and Jimin drank in with his eyes every drop of the image that came before him. He knew she was beautiful, even if annoying, there was a goddess in front of him and a more intense vibration of his cock made him nod in agreement in his mind, now she was simply perfect, because now she belonged to him.

The thought of sharing her had dampened his enthusiasm somewhat, but now he would no longer have to worry about it.

That slut would only welcome his cum where, when, and as much as he wanted it.

"Now turn around and make like the bitches in heat," he said softly, humiliating the woman even more, who clamped her mouth in a hard line, making her tear-filled eyes sparkle, "I won't repeat myself, Y/N. Do what I just told you," he used her name to emphasize the threat in his voice. Jimin was a man of his word, she knew it well.

Swallowing the knot of tears, the woman did as she was told, showing the man the full view of her buttocks still covered by her panties, Jimin hummed contentedly following the line of her pussy that seemed to seduce and call to him, he noticed only then a slight wet spot at the height of her slit, an increasingly sadistic and amused grin spread across his face.

"Wait for me here without moving, understand? I'll be back soon," he intimated to her, leaving the room heedless of his cock screaming at him to take her right away.

Y/N stared at the headboard of the bed with a look lost in nothingness, feeling ashamed of the immoral position she had been forced to, it made her feel if possible even more naked, and she was also getting tired, her wrists and knees that supported her weight were going numb, she was on the verge of collapsing when Jimin returned, she felt his presence not because he announced it, but because by now her body shivered whenever he was around.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart," he chuckled, placing himself behind her intentionally, "I just want to make sure I won't hurt a virgin pussy," he whispered in her ear, Y/N had only time to frown, because next Jimin slipped her panties off just enough to slip two fingers directly through the girl's tight, moist slit, who let out a cry at the painful intrusion, only then did she notice something strange, something that made her chest flare with humiliation.

Jimin's hand was wrapped in a leather glove, that leather glove.

The boy caressed her innermost walls, not bothering to be gentle, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut at the cruel invasion, moaning breathlessly at the glove rubbing into her in a rough and crude way, Jimin pushed his fingers deeper, against a spot that made her jerk in surprise, the man at that point added a third finger, delighted by the half moans that the woman could not block between her teeth, devastated by her body feeling pleasure against her will.

Y/N feared this might happen, but she did not imagine it would happen so soon, somehow he had won, again.

The man's hand increased the pace, touching more and more sensitive and hot spots, the girl's hips began to come to him trembling and shy, at which point he stopped, pulling out his three fingers completely drenched in her pearly essence. He watched in satisfaction as that result, pride filled his chest, and a low laugh vibrated through the room.

"You're not a virgin, that certainly hasn't changed," he began, kneeling down to get a better look at her trembling state of shock and stolen pleasure, "But honey, you're so wet now, the first time wasn't like this," he mortified her, leaving a thick lick along her soaked slit, reaching the swollen clitoris that until then had remained untouched and throbbing, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut despondently in the throes of an enjoyment she should not have experienced, Jimin pulled away only to bring proof of his words to her eyes, the glove glistening with her stringy essence.

"Lick," the man ordered, surprising her once again, "Good bitches lick everything until they clean up their mess," he said cruelly, and Y/N did so.

She brought his fingers to her mouth and licked her own essence under Jimin's order, who touched her soft tongue pushing up to her throat. The woman choked for air until the boy released her to put himself back behind her.

He didn't even give her time to get used to the idea, he slid the tip of his cock against her perky, receptive clitoris: once, twice, three times, Jimin lost count of how many times he unnerved the girl before positioning himself at her entrance and sliding inside her.

The pleasure for the man was immediate, he clawed her hard by the hips before thrusting fiercely inside her, Y/N screamed in vain, despite the soggy, throbbing walls the size and thrusts of Jimin's cock were simply too much to bear, she had never had to deal with anything like this, the sensitive tip met the entrance of her cervix and the girl stiffened at the foreign sensation, contracting the walls and squeezing Jimin's cock in such a way that soon had the room filled with the boy's moans and grunts.

"Holy-! You squeeze me so good!" he gasped without realizing it, now lost and intoxicated, peering his length in and out drenched with both of their arousal, his balls slapped the woman's clitoris, she collapsed with her face on the pillows, which muffled her desperate moans, she felt pain, but also a strange pleasure in her belly, which along with the shiny, stimulated pearl between her legs tried to make her reach for something, something that never came.

Jimin got off her just in time, continuing to masturbate with his gloved hand, squeezing the red tip until he discharged his cum between the girl's quivering buttocks.

Y/N finally fell onto the bed, exhausted and unsatisfied.

She had never been able to feel pleasure, she thought with a knot in her throat, she also knew why, and she still could not believe that Jimin had been able to make her go that far, even if in the end that thing had not exploded the way her body had desired.

For his part, Jimin was aware that between the two of them only he had orgasmed.

He had left earlier on purpose.

It was still early for her to experience that kind of pleasure with him; she had to earn it.

That did not, however, prohibit him from opening the lips that protected her now scarlet and abused slit, noticing that the semen poured onto her buttocks was dripping onto her pussy, the erotic sight made him sigh, before he left a kiss on her contracted clitoris that caused her to shudder.

"I've told you before, I could lick your pussy if you behave, Y/N..." he murmured an inch from her, "I could make you scream with pleasure, not pain, if only you'd let me," he sighed pulling away from her, the now-quiet demons were asking for rest, Jimin looked at the girl's still inert body, then left her there alone, returning to his bedroom.

The next morning Y/N found a white box on her bedside table with a note next to it and a glass of water.

'Take it before breakfast, prevention is better than cure.'

The woman frowned, reading the brand name on the box and soon realized what it was. It was a morning-after pill.

She moved to get up from the bed, but a tremendous twinge of pain between her legs made her breath catch, the memory of Jimin's wild thrusts was still vivid and painful in her, pulling up with her nose she strained to take the water and the pill, she would not allow such an accident with that monster, at least he had been quite prescient in that case.

Y/N's routine changed drastically for the worse from then on, if during the day she had a semblance of peace, at night when Jimin came home it was hell, he always waited for her to finish dinner and go to sleep to attack.

He lived in anxiety every night, he didn't know it, but she had become the young man's new addiction, drowning in her body helped him escape from his disgusting memories, helped him not to think, and more than once she had been on the verge of fainting under his desperate thrusts, she ached all over and the man didn't seem to care at all.

He fed lustfully on her.

"I hate you! I hate you!" she shrieked one evening with contempt-infused eyes in his direction, it had been yet another stressful day at work for Jimin, the only thing he wanted was to find himself in bed with her, his new cure and damnation.

He had found her standing there cooking for herself, Jimin never ate at home and even if he had, he would never have eaten anything prepared by her, he could not have known what might be in that food and he wanted to avoid possible poisoning from his recalcitrant bedmate.

He had not held back, he had reached behind her heedless of her terrified gasp, attaching himself to her neck like a suction cup as he reached down with his hands to her hot intimacy, for Y/N was too much.

She could take it no more, she was in pain, and the only thing she was getting from all that fucking was just a strange state of upset and dissatisfaction, as well as now devastating physical pain.

She threw everything she was using up in the air only to turn to the boy and slap him full in the face, the small fingers matched perfectly with the soft skin that turned scarlet in seconds, she continued to hit him on the chest with fists and more slaps.

"You're fucking killing me!" she cried hysterically, Jimin cashed in each blow with icy, marble eyes, let her vent without a word, "I'm going crazy! Why are you doing this to me!"

The girl collapsed to the ground, exhausted, the adrenaline that had pervaded her body leading her to such an outburst now gone, now she was alone, tremendously alone with her tormentor.

She lifted her weary eyes to Jimin, who touched his injured cheek to his face slowly, licking the split and bleeding corner of his mouth.

Y/N marveled at her own strength, her hands burning and throbbing feverishly, she closed them into fists, ready to suffer the fury of man.

The latter knelt in front of her, grabbed her chin firmly and forced her to look at him. Y/N already imagined what would happen.

"What's the matter?" he asked, leaving her stunned, "Is it because I won't let you cum or because your pussy is a little sore?"

"A little?" shocked the woman, "You don't care about me, you just want to use me as a sack for your cum and then throw me away!"

Jimin nodded unable to do anything else, strangely even seemed sympathetic, then said something out of the blue that shocked both of them.

"I'm sorry."

With a strange expression on his face, he got up and disappeared into his bedroom before those words could penetrate deeper into both of them, Y/N observed the place left empty by the boy with a vacant look. Those simple apologies could not belong to Park Jimin. He never apologized; in fact, it was as if he was allowed to do whatever he most craved, so why apologize?

For this very reason she remained vigilant all night, staying awake until the first light of dawn. But Jimin did not show up.

He had not looked for her, neither the next day nor the next.

It was as if Jimin had forgotten about her, but Y/N could not know how wrong she was.

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