#voyer feet

[ccfeet]

Candid feet in metro

[nanaslutt]

Okay but perv Geto is so fucking good and so fucking accurate what if he caught reader using the shower head on herself and decided he would do her one better 👀

perv geto<3 my luv

contains: fem reader, voyerism, perv!geto masturbation(r!&geto), so much dirty talk, sexual tension, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, shower sex, whipped!geto, softer ending, implied aftercare

MDNI

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“Fuuuu-mmm” you slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your wines as the strong stream of water from the shower head hit your clit perfectly— the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure.

You had started out standing but quickly decided to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the smooth tile of the shower floor when you realized how intense the stimulation was.

Your legs were spread while you bucked your hips against the stream or water. Your body was jerking and jolting at the sensation of the water caressing just right under the hood of your clit.

You held your breath as the warm water brought you closer and closer to your high, jaw dropping and eyebrows scrunching together as you were pushed off the edge.

“Haaaa-aaah fuck-“ you whined a little too loudly. You felt your walls clench around nothing as your orgasm washed through your body, the warm steady pressure of water was working you over so well, prolonging the intense feeling as you jerked and gasped into the small room of the bathroom.

shlick shlick shlick

“Fuuuuck… cmon go again, do it again..” Geto whispered under his breath from the other side of the door.

You knew you weren’t being relatively as quiet as you know you should’ve been; having a roomate in the house; but you figured the water would drown out most of your noises.

You could not have been more wrong.

For the past five or so minutes that you had been getting up to your antics in the shower, Geto’s ear was pressed against the door, warm hand wrapped around his fist and pumping steadily while listening to your wines and curses as you got yourself off.

He heard you and Shoko talking about this new method to masturbate over the phone the other day, he didn’t mean to ease drop but.. yes he did.

The second he walked by your room and heard you repeat back to shoko, “A shower head? down there? really?” He froze in his tracks, listening to the short conversation after your question that followed.

Ever since that day, whenever you got in the shower he would follow right behind you. The moment he heard the shower come to life, his head was pressed against the thick wood door, listening for any telling signs that you were trying out this new trick you had learned.

And he is so glad he didn’t give up, night after night he spent standing at that door, shuffling his body weight between both of his feet as he waited so patiently to hear something, anything that sounded like you touching yourself, and he finally did.

He wanted to feel guilty he really did, but the vivid image he had painted of you, standing with the shower head you body used, against your clit, moaning and whining as you made yourself cum with it.. the guilt in his body was nowhere to be found.

You panted hard on the floor, squeezing your legs shut in comfort when your orgasm subsided, “holy shit,” you breathlessly whispered, amazed at how good that had felt.

You pulled your lip between your teeth, thinking. The water was still warm, so you couldn’t have been in there for too long.. a second round wouldn’t hurt.. right?

You spread your legs once more, wincing when you brought the shower head back to your clit, face scrunching as you tried to overcome the overstimulation you felt as trying to go again so soon.

You managed to push through it—though you realized you felt ten times more sensitive than before, it was proving to be harder to hold back your noises as you alternated between letting the water spray against your tight hole, and your sensitive little bud.

“Yesyesyes” Geto smiled triumphantly when he heard your noises start up again on the other side of the door after a brief pause. He started up his own hand again, stroking himself faster at the sound of your needier wines this time around.

He was picturing himself standing behind you, his cock fucking in and out of your tight hole while he held the shower head against your clit. He imagined you would protest at how it was too much, too good, to please give you a break— and of course he wouldn’t.

He would fuck into you harder, faster, he would manipulate the shower head in a way so the water was caressing your clit in circles, he pictured you curling in on yourself while you came all over him, he tried desperately to squeeze his hand in a pulsing motion to mimic what he thought your pussy would feel like when your high arrived.

He slowed down his strokes when an idea popped into his head. You could practically see a lightbulb form over him as he completely paused the strokes on his angry dick, quickly pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping them back up.

It was not unusual for the two of you to use the bathroom while the other was in the shower. The sliding shower door was one of those cloudy ones, so you could see nothing but the persons silhouette as they used the shower. The bathroom also had no lock, which Geto thought was absolutely perfect.

He rapped a quick knock onto the wood, “Coming in, gotta brush my teeth” he said as nonchalantly as he could, giving you a could seconds before he cracked the door open.

You were shocked out of your daze, slapping your legs together as the door opened, you prayed he would get his toothbrush and leave, like he usually did, but he had other plan.

“Oh- o-ok-“ You stuttered out when you saw his frame come through the door. You held your breath as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs, crying for you to continue the simulation before he interrupted you.

You watched his blurry frame grab his toothbrush, squeezing on the toothpaste and that’s when you froze. You watched as his head turned towards the shower, holding your breath before his deep voice spoke through the room.

“Why are you on the ground?” he questioned, making you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that if you tried hard enough, you might disappear. “Didn’t hear you fall, you okay?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t on the floor because you fell.

He wasn’t expecting to see you like this, but he couldn’t deny that the thought of you having to sit down from how weak your legs were from just putting a shower head to your clit was making him dizzy.

“I-i’m okay,” you answered, praying that would be the end of his interrogation— it wasn’t.

“Didn’t answer my question.” He repeated, a smirk you couldn’t see, spreading itself across his handsome face, “Why are you on the ground if you didn’t fall?” He spoke.

You stayed silent, looking around the four walls of the small shower box you were in, trying and failing to come up with some excuse, instead feeling your mouth flap open and closed like a fish while little ‘uhh’ and ‘umms’ fell from your lips.

You watched his figure sit down on the closed toilet seat. The silence in the room was making your heart race, had he heard you moaning?

“Where’s the shower head?” he asked. You pulled your lip into your mouth and closed your eyes, forgetting that you can see the shower head peak out from the top of the shower door.

“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, at this point, you knew he knew— and you knew he was teasing you about it.

“Just wanna know where my shower head went, I spent a lot of money for that attachment you know~” He cooed, making you sigh.

“I..” you started, opening your eyes and peeking at his blurry frame through your peripheral vision, “I have it.” You finished.

“Where?” he quickly responded, smile still plastered on his face, his hand coming down slowly to subtly rub himself over his pants, using the obstruction of the blurry shower door to conceal his antics.

“Down here, with me.” You answered. “What’s it doing down there? hmm?” His deep voice resonated.

You started to feel yourself grow hot, and it wasn’t because of the temperature of the water. “I needed it.” you answered vaguely, feeling yourself throb between your legs at this interaction.

“You needed it?” he repeated, rubbing himself harder over his pants, letting out a short laugh when all you responded with was a short ‘mhm’

He watched your form move behind the glass, guessing your legs had spread open again, watching your arm move to place the shower head back between your legs.

He heard your breath hitch quietly when the water made contact with your little bud once more, “Needed it bad, huh?” he spoke again.

You tipped your head back against the shower wall, ignoring the blaring signals of what the hell are you doing this is your roomate, going off in your head. Instead you opted to move the shower head in circles, letting the water caress your pussy in the way you needed.

“Who taught you that huh?” he asked, knowing full well who the culprit was, and internally thanking her. “A-a friend.” you responded, your breath picking up as you spoke.

“Yeah? Did your friend also say it was okay to use my shower head to play with your pussy?” he asked. His vulgar and more direct words made you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he continued.

“Y-you like it,” you responded, rolling your hips up into the stream of water.

This caught him off gaurd.

“Don’t t-think I haven’t noticed you outside the door whenever I s-shower ngh-“ you whine, wanting your voice to sound more like you were scolding him, but your words came out rushed and needy instead.

“You wanted m-e to do this,” you finished with a whine when the stream hit your clit a little too intensely.

“Fuck,” he laughed, reaching his hand into his pants once more to pull out his cock and stroke himself properly, “Why didn’t you say anything huh?” he asked.

“Didnt w-wanna ruin your fantasy, p-pervert.” you responded, the name making his cock twitch. “Oh I’m the pervert?” he responded, “Who was the one letting me listen to her shower? the one using my shower head to make herself cum?”

“L-listen to yourself, your just a nasty v-voyeur,” you wined, moans freely falling from your lips now at how worked up this conversation was getting you.

He felt his balls clench at your degrading words, cock still in his hand as he stood to his feet, sliding the slower door open in one swift movement and entering the shower, soaking his clothes as he dropped to his knees, gripping your chin in his free hand as he pressed your lips to his.

“Mmm! Mph-“ You whined into his mouth, feeling his arm rapidly move back and forth between you, his heavy breathing giving away his antics.

You kept the shower head on your clit as the two of you made out. He kissed you like he had been wanting to do this for years, bulling his tongue into your mouth and groaning into your cavern, the two of you swallowing each others noises.

“Sugu- Suguru, fuck-“ you moaned his name needing in between kisses, feeling yourself get pushed to the edge for the second time.

He sucked your lip into his mouth before pulling away and gripping your wrist that was controlling the shower head. “Let me fuck you,” he begged against your lips, “Let me fuck you please.” You were astonished at how quickly he was switching gears. He was so dominant just seconds ago and now he was on his knees in front of you, begging you to let him put his dick inside you.

“I’ll make you cum so much harder than this fucking thing please, let me prove it,” he rushed, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock as he sucked his lip into his mouth.

“Okay, okay ye-“ you answer, soul leaving your body when he wrapped his arms around you, yanking the both of you to your feet, he pulled you up by the underside of your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the shower wall.

You were getting whiplash as how quickly this was progressing, you gasped in anticipation as his hand grabbed ahold of his cock underneath you, you gasped when you felt it rub against your entrance.

“You can’t take it, Look at me, you can take it.” He spoke, pressing his his forehead to yours and making you keep eyes contact with him, distracting you from the sheer size of his cock that looked like it threatened to split you in half.

The two of you stared at each other with bated breathe, waiting for geto to slip his cock into your hole. The two of you gasped in tandem when he slid inside, the slide eased by the water.

“Oh fuck,” The dark haired man rolled his eyes back in his head, “So fucking tight oh my-“ He cut himself off when he bottomed out, gasping against your mouth as you wined at the stretch.

You’ve never taken anything inside you even remotely close to the girth and length of Geto’s massive cock. You were glad you came once before and your walls were more pliant, otherwise you would’ve been actually worried that he might’ve split you in two.

“Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you praised, looking down between the two of you and seeing your cunt fully pressed against his abdomen. “S-should’ve stopped being a fucking pervert and g-grew the balls to come in here and f-fuck me week ago,” you giggled.

Geto had no idea why when you spoke down to him it made his cock twitch, his balls would clench and threaten to spill his seed without even moving. Even before he got inside you when he heard the name leave your lips he had to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from cumming prematurely.

“I know, you’re right,” he agreed, before he started a rough pace with his hips, fucking meanly into your cunt.

You bounced forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as high pitch “ah! ah! ah’s” we’re fucked out of your lungs.

“This perv fucking you better than that shower head?” he asked, smiling into the crook of your neck as his cocky pistoned in and out of your hole, his fat tip fucking straight into your gspot.

“D-ont kno-w” your words came out choppy and high pitched thanks to his rough thrusts. “You don’t know?” He repeated, his lip jutting out in a frown as he bounced your body up and down his cock with ease. “Let’s find out then,” he added.

He gripped the sides of your body, pulling you up off his cock with ease and flipping your body around, so you were back to chest with him, just like in his fantasy.

He slipped his cock back inside you, making you whine, your legs shaking and trembling under your own weight, small hands reaching out to grip onto the shower door handle to keep yourself steady.

Geto reached over and grabbed the shower head, picking it up off the ground from the tube part and pulling it up into his hands, he quickly checked the pressure and temperature against his fingers before he wrapped one large arm against your tummy, pulling you back against his chest.

He maneuvered his other hand in front of you, teasing the spray of the water against your pelvis before he spoke, “Don’t pass out on me.”

Geto placed the stream of water against your clit before resuming his brutal pace inside your pussy once more. If it wasn’t for his strong grip against your stomach, you were sure your legs would’ve given out on you.

“Fffuuuuuck-“ You wined, eyes rolling back in your head at the intense pleasure. “Fuck- You’re so much tighter when your little clit gets some attention-“ he choked, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your pussy walls constricting around his cock.

He tipped his head back, jaw dropping as he tried not to lose his own balance, he understood now why you ended up on the floor.

“Not gonna last with your squeezing me this fucking tight.” he warned, his lips coming down to suckle against your neck as the both of you were spiraling closer and closer to your impending orgasms.

“Fuck it’s you- you shi-t,” you tried to tell him, making him grin against your neck, “You fuck me better ha-aaah!” you wined, your arms leaving the shower door to dig your nails into his arm that was wrapped around your torso.

“Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” He bated, needing to hear you praise him. “So ahhn! So good Sugu! So fucking good, love your cock-“ you got cut off by the first wave of your orgasm, catching you off gaurd suddenly.

“Yeahhh cum all over my fucking cock- good fucking girl-“ your roomate praised, his thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls fought to milk him for all he was worth,

“Gonna make me cum,” he warned, gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes back when you dug your nails into his arms harder than before.

Unbeknownst to him, he was fucking you straight into overstimulation, you had just come in inch from your life and the stream of water was still steadily massaging your clit, and his mushroom tip was absolutely abusing your gspot.

“Su-“ you tried to speak, to tell him to at least move the shower head but he was out of it himself. The man was fucking you with reckless abandon, humping his dick into your tight walls on instinct, moans freely falling from his lips, his heavy balls making loud vulgar slaps against your ass-

He pulled out just before he came, making him drop the shower head and simultaneously releasing his hold on you, making you drop to your knees.

You looked up at him just in time when he came, his large hand caressed your face while his other stroked him through his orgasm, abs and balls clenching alike while warm spurts of cum covered your pretty face.

“Thank you- Thank you-“ He choked out between the waves of his orgasm, his head was tilted back, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut at the intensity, you and never seen a more beautiful sight.

His legs were visibly shaking, fighting to keep himself standing as his fist squeezed out the remaining drops of his cum onto your face.

When he started to come down his next dropped to look at you, gasping, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the art he created on your beautiful face.

When the fuzziness started to fade out of his head he realized how uncomfortable he was, his slacks and button up shirt was half drenched, sticking to his skin uncomfortably from the water. His big hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he squatted in front of you, before bringing both hands down to your face using his large thumbs to rub his cum into your cheeks.

“I-“ He stopped himself, clearing his throat before leaving a soft peck on your lips, “Legs get you cleaned up,” he smiled, scooping you up and letting you wrap your limbs around him like a koala as he carried your wet bodies out of the shower.

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『YakuzaBoss!Toji』ꨄ︎

YakuzaBoss!Toji x Black Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

CW: public sex, voyerism, cockwarming Song Inspo: Don't Tell - BIA

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who first spots you while you are Go-go dancing at one of the nightclubs he extorts by Sōkaiya frequents in Shinjuku. He didn’t recognize you. You were the new girl, a foreigner. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of your curvaceous body. The strobe lights seductively illuminated your dark skin as you rhythmically swayed to the beat on a high platform centered in the middle of the dance floor. You immediately caught his attention and of course you noticed him. How could you miss the exceptionally built, tall and handsome man seated in the prime spot of the VIP section? He had been shamelessly eye-fucking you since he arrived. You winked and blew a kiss at him before then proceeding to ignore him. Not even looking his way for a few more songs in favor of the men who gathered below you as they were the ones throwing you tips. But you could sense that his eyes never left you the entire time.

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who if anything is more intrigued by the attitude you are giving him despite recognizing his crime associations when your manager nervously forces you to dance on his table instead of letting you take your smoke break. He had requested you personally and whatever YakuzaBoss!Toji wanted at this club, YakuzaBoss!Toji received. Your frown however, quickly turns 180° into a sweet flirtatious smile when you see what must be over two dozen ¥10,000 notes he pulls out of his suit jacket. His iced out Audemars shimmers against the club lights as he throws them at your feet on the table. The exchange program at your University was not cheap and this nigga was clearly loaded, so you pulled out a few tricks. 

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who whistles at the sight of you. Your short pink pleated skirt lifted as you bent over to twerk for him. This gave him an up close look at your pussy print nearly bursting out of your tiny neon pink thong. The strip of neon fabric that struggled to cover your plump lips glowed in contrast against your dark skin in the strobe lit club. Your hand snakes up your legs to cover your pussy again as you lift back up and turn to smile at him as if to tease some modesty. You wink and blow him another kiss from your red cherry glossed lips. However, the eye contact makes you shiver as he looks like he would devour you raw right on the table.

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who tells you to sit and have a drink with him after a few songs, patting the spot next to him. You weren’t supposed to drink on shift nor sit with customers but you had a feeling your boss wouldn’t object. He seemed terrified of this man. The man seated beside you introduces himself as Toji and you tell him your name, Y/N. You impress him with how well you can throw back whisky shots and how good at conversational Japanese you are. Toji listens intently as you tell him about your school, exchange program, friends and how you started working here only this week to help cover tuition costs. Toji's gaze never stops lazily roaming your body and he rests a hand on your upper thigh. From the way the scar on his mouth twitches up into a smirk you can tell how much he enjoys making you squirm underneath his touch when he decides to give your soft thigh a firm squeeze. 

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who you have to remind even though you take tips, you are not a stripper and this is not that kind of club when he requests a lap dance. Yet again you quickly change your tune when he offers you a whopping ¥750,000. With a devilish smirk, he motions down to the black leather bag on the ground by his feet nearly overflowing with ¥10,000 notes. You couldn’t lie, you were a bit nervous. You were just a Go-go dancer, you had never given a lap dance before. But this man was offering you at least half your tuition for the next semester! You also couldn’t deny how dangerously attractive he was. Especially when Toji had his expensive black suit shirt unbuttoned halfway, giving you a glimpse at his massive pectorals in addition to the tattoos that started from his neck and traveled down further past his chest. At least he wasn’t some old decrepit ass geezer, right?

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself and his tattooed sleaved arms wrap around your body as you grind on him. Your hips swivel in figure 8s on his lap while you rock against him, your back to his chest. From the size of the bulge pressing into the crack of your ass you could tell he was huge and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. You bit your lip as his breath tickled your ear with crude praises and salacious suggestions of what he wanted to do to you. Your face grew warmer.

YakuzaBoss!Toji, whose large hands laced with gold rings now dig into your doughy hips. He squeezes them toyingly and kneads into them which elicits a soft moan from you. You felt his warm lips at the back of your neck and your stomach did a flip. This lap dance was supposed to seduce him. To wring this sexy rich pervert gangster for every yen he would give you. Nevertheless, his tight hold on your body combined with his scent of bergamot and cedarwood mixing with cigarettes, liquor and sweat made you dizzy. The alcohol in your system begins to hit you as well and only enhances the assault on your senses. You couldn’t help but react as you mewled against him.

YakuzaBoss!Toji, whose grin widens. You were slowly unraveling in his lap. Toji's ministrations on your body from there grew bolder as his hands greedily traversed your body. Rough hands settled to cup your tits over your matching neon pink bikini top as two fingers slipped into the sides of the thin material. Amused to find your nipples pierced, he harshly pinched your already hardened buds. You yelped as he rolled them between his fingers and tugged at the metal rings.

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who lets out a roar of laughter when his assault on your nipples has you jumping out of his lap and turning around to tell him off. Before you can really cuss him out though your face completely drops as you notice the sizable wet spot you left on the crotch of his pants. Following your gaze Toji grabs your wrist before you can run away from him in embarrassment. He tells you with a smug tone he won't pay you shit if you leave him now. You nod and swallow hard as his other hand rubs his now fully hard cock straining against the spot you soiled. He lets his fingers linger on the stain before he brings it up to his face for a whiff and comments on how sweet your cunt smells leaking on his dick. The mood shifts though as he asks you with a dangerous edge to his voice exactly how you plan on repaying him for allowing your slutty pussy ruin his brand new Armani suit?

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who you end up cockwarming in the middle of the dark but crowded VIP section. Your tiny pink neon thong soaked with your juices was pushed to the side as his wide girth split you completely open. Fuck, its too much! Your mind was racing too fast to process how exactly you got here but all you could think about was the sting from the intensity of the stretch. You weren’t fully prepared to take on his size despite how wet you were. “Come on mama,” Toji teased as his hands went under your skirt to spread your cheeks so you could sink lower onto him. “I know you can take dick better than this.” 

YakuzaBoss!Toji, whose cock smooshed up against your core as gravity forced your cervix down further smashing his fat tip. It was becoming difficult to take steady breaths. You crossed your legs together as you tried to tilt forward away from him to lift up and relieve some pressure. His fingers traced the slight bulge that protruded on your stomach as he pulled you back to an upright position and fully seated on his cock. He gave you explicit instructions to be perfectly still and not move an inch. You couldn’t help but pant, tongue peaking out of your glossed lips as your body started to crave a taste of friction despite the very public place you were in, it was torture. 

YakuzaBoss!Toji, whose turn it is to now completely ignore you (he made sure you knew this was payback for earlier) as you whined and cooed for him to reconsider. You would be good for him. He only responds by asking you to remind him of how many songs you ignored him for and doubles the amount before he will even consider letting you move an inch. It was your punishment and Toji made sure to relish in giving it to you as he took calls, barked orders at his men on standby and even brought others to his table to conduct business. He made another waitress come over and prattle off a long list of drink specials while he flirted with her and ordered you another shot of whisky. His thick cock buried in your pussy all the while. You were annoyed at his ignoring you and his flirting but just thankful that from this position no one could see him inside of you. 

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who as if sensing your fears, manspread with you still full of him. Your legs fell to the outside of his thighs and dangled as your feet no longer touched the ground. The sudden movement had you gasping as his cock shifted inside your stretched walls. You fell back fully against his chest as you heaved. The low set table did nothing to help cover you. Your short skirt that barely reached the bottom of your ass standing and had your cheeks peeking out when you sat, gathered around your upper thighs with you spread on him. It was dark in the club but it wouldn’t take more than a lingering second look from someone passing by to see your cock stuffed cunt on display. The fabric bunched on your thighs only hid the top view partially. If the people he was interacting with knew what was going on, they gave no sign. In fact they barely acknowledged your presence at all which either meant they were familiar with him pulling these kinds of stunts or they knew better than to concern themselves with anything beyond what he asked of them.

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who chuckled when you reminded him the 8th song had just ended and you only ignored him for 4. “This messy cunt can wait for one more song can’t she?” Toji wanted to make sure as many of those sniveling losers that you ignored him for now saw what you looked like impaled on his dick. You nearly screamed when his heavy ringed hand came down with a firm smack to your clit. He hushed you with two fingers shoving them deep in your mouth that you couldn’t help but gag and slobber on them. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he would give your cunt a firm tap at random intervals. It made your pussy contract around him and you felt Tojis grunts fan across your neck. “Shhh mamas... You wouldn’t want to make it even harder for the people around here to ignore how well I’m stretching this pretty pussy, now would you princess?”

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who merely snapped his fingers and as if materializing out of nowhere, your manager came rushing over, nearly stumbling on himself. 

“Y-Yes Mr. Fushiguro, what can I get for you sir?”

“This girl… Y/N.”

Toji gave your pussy another pat and it had you shaking as you turned your gaze away from your manager who you couldn't bare to look at directly.

“She no longer works at this club. Understood?” He told your manager authoritatively.

Although your manager didn’t want to lose his best new girl he wouldn’t dare question a directive from YakuzaBoss!Toji.

“Y-Yes, sir! U-understood, Mr Fushiguro sir. I will remove Y/N from the schedule immediately”, your manager replied with a bow before getting himself the fuck out of dodge as Toji waved him off.

“T-Toji- whafhefck” you mumble despite his fingers in your mouth still.

You couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Hm, you wanna work here?” Toji questioned you running his free hand across your ribs. The calloused fingers contrasted with the gentleness of his touch yet still managed to give you butterflies.

“Or.. would you rather work for me Y/N?” 

There's an edge to Toji’s voice as his free hand lifts you a bit before he slams you back down onto his cock hard with a thrust of his hips.

“To-jisjhi!!!!” 

Your cries were still drowned out by his fingers as drool began dripping out down the sides of your mouth and down his forearm. Tears finally broke free and you trembled as your heels scraped the outsides of his legs. Your poor stretched walls burned at the sudden movement, making you near feral for more as a white ring of your juices and precum formed at the base of his cock and trickled down his balls, staining his pants even further.

“I assure you the pay and the benefits are better.” he continues to roll his hips while your eyes roll back into your head.

“Whaddya say, Y/N?”

Toji’s fingers slide out of your mouth to give you an opportunity to speak but you’ve gone all but non verbal now. You can only babble incoherently as your tongue fully lulls out of your mouth.  

“Dunno mamas, doesn’t sound like you are too interested...”  Toji teased with a huge shit-eating grin looking down at you.

You turn your head up to pout at him and your hips roll in tandem with his in a slow wine. Reaching behind you to bring his head down onto a nasty sloppy kiss. You were so horny you could combust and no longer cared who saw you, you just wanted to be fucked. It’s not like anyone here would stop YakuzaBoss!Toji from doing what he wanted with you.

Toji broke the kiss, slurping up the saliva that lingered between your lips and his.

“I should take that as a yes then?”

Cock drunk and stupefied you eagerly nod your head.

YakuzaBoss!Toji, who shifted as his arms slipped underneath your legs and brought them up behind your head into a full nelson position. There would be no hiding your cunt now as you felt multiple eyes in the room dart towards and away from you again. 

You whimpered in protest yet Toji felt your cunt gush around him at the thrill of it.

“Don’t be like that mamas. I can tell from the way you are creaming on me this slutty pussy loves an audience.”

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: I know I said next was Geto and cockwarming but this idea popped into my head and I HAD to write it. This is also inspired by this nightclub I went to in Shinjuku during my own study aboard to see my friend from school DJ where I met 2 gangsters (they were in red sweat suits so I don't think Yakuza). They had matching tats from the neck down and were fine af. Unfortunately that was towards the beginning of my trip and unlike Y/N here my conversational Japanese then was ass (and they didn't speak a lick of English) so nothing came from that. I fumbled the bag badly yo. BUT I CAN WRITE THIS AND LIVE OUT MY FANTASIES WITH TOJI LOL.

New to this writing shit so please reblog to spread if you can but likes and comments are also appreciated all the same!

Edit 9/20: minor errors fixed!

[chelseypprimrose]

Home Movie / Negan x Reader / S7 / 18+

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, unprotected/rough sex, slight dom!negan, talk of masturbation, Negan references himself as “the big bad wolf” (cringe but I love it), creampie, forbidden attraction, talk of voyerism, use of derogatory language, glove/leather kink (slightly)

Summary: Negan finds a smut tape of you on the video camera at Alexandria and makes it his mission to seek you out.

A/N: I got this idea in my head while I was watching the episode of season 7 where the saviours first visit Alexandria with Negan and he finds Rick’s confessional video as he’s emptying the houses out. also inspired by another Negan series called Polaroids by @reevesdriver on here as it’s one of my faves ever! 🫶🏼 I just had to write a Negan imagine in the TWD universe again bc as much as I like pre apocalypse Negan, I needed to write apocalypse Negan because there isn’t anything sexier to me than a murderous man swinging a barbed wire bat and talking about his dick, hope u enjoy 🤍 x

“Goddamn it.” You huffed out, a long breath leaving your lips as you shoved the deer that was on your shoulders further up to prevent yourself from dropping it on the ground. You’d been gone since the crack of dawn, with Daryl gone at this point in time, you were one of the best hunters that Alexandria still had. While you felt some type of way about putting in so much effort for someone else to just take the shit you’d risked your life for, you knew Rick needed people on his side at the moment. It would be foolish to try and be defiant right now, too much blood had been spilt recently and you didn’t want to be the reason it continued. Yeah, you’d played your part in the attack on the outpost but you’d all been in acceptance that it was just that outpost. That once that was cleared, you were rid of the foreboding threat that was the Saviours. How wrong you’d been in that moment, it was only the beginning.

You were now dealing with the aftermath of Negan, having to risk life and limb, bend over backwards to make him happy, the asshole. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d had to hold your tongue to stop yourself from verbally berating his people, knowing what the consequences of giving them a piece of your mind would be. You hadn’t been there when he had killed Abe and Glenn, only hearing the horrid, sordid details after the fact.

The blood from the deer that you’d managed to kill was seeping into your white tee, making your shoulders feel sticky and matting up in the tips of your hair. You signalled a high pitched whistle, waiting for the large dark beige gate to be opened, allowing you enter back into Alexandria. Your eyes found the large sign, “Alexandria Safe Zone: Mercy for the Lost. Vengeance for the Plunderers.” You scoffed, how fucking ironic. The gate began to be moved, revealing three large vans parked up just a couple feet away from the entrance, the Saviour vans. “For fuck sake.” You thought, what could that bastard want with you now, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous.

“Negan, you’ll want to see this.” Negan turned to look at the saviour approaching him, holding out a small silver video recorder. “Well, what do we have here Grimes? Got my fingers crossed for a little freaky deaky!” He grinned, crossing his fingers in front of Rick’s face. He slid his hand into the leather handle of the camera, a video of Rick coming into view, looking a lot more threatening than he did now. He could barely make out it was Rick, with the massive beard grown on his face he wasn’t used to seeing. “Woah! Is that you? Underneath all that man bush? Holy shit, I would have not of messed with that guy… but you aren’t that guy anymore. Are you Rick?” He grinned, Rick stood with a stern look on his face, not moving. Negan continued to watch the interview, Rick speaking candidly about the amount of people that he’d killed. The video started to go static, indicating there was a tape that had been recorded on top of the original. Negan’s eyebrows furred in confusion, before his eyes widened at what the camera had blessed his eyes with. He watched as you were stood in-front of the camera, a light pink lace open cut babydoll set on, your breast sat in the cups, nipples on show for the camera. You started posing for the camera, running your hands through your hair, holding it up Pam Anderson style. A large sexy smile on your lips, turning to do a 180 spin, your smooth backside coming into view for the camera, Negan pulling the camera closer to his face, almost not believing what he was seeing. He didn’t recognise you, maybe it had been someone that used to be in Alexandria, wasn’t a member anymore. He growled lowly, that would be just his luck, the sexiest woman he’d seen in recent history just missed by a couple weeks. He moved his attention back to the camera, now watching you spread out on the bed, playing with your nipples while starting to rub your folds underneath your panties before the camera cut out, showing Rick’s interview once again.

“Fuck! Just when it was getting good!” He cursed, snapping the cameras screen back into place. A fire now in his stomach, his jeans now contracting around his hard bulge. He couldn’t get you out his mind, he knew he’d remember if he’d come across you before, so who the hell were you?

You’d managed to get the deer half way back to your house before being stopped by one of Negan’s minions, asking what you were doing. You ignored him, just wanting to get back, the saviour hadn’t liked that, grabbing you by the waist, dragging you towards the circle of people that were gathered around one of the vans. You could hear Rick talking about some guns that he’d found, apparently Negan thought you were trying to stash items, to prevent having to hand them over to his people.

“Negan. Got a rude bitch here for you, was about to run home, sneak this thing back with her.” You slightly rolled your eyes. “How am I meant to sneak a deer back, smartass?” You questioned, not believing someone could be so stupid. The man’s face contorted into a rage fuelled look, his hand raising up to you, before he had the chance, Negan whistled. “Hey! We don’t raise a hand to a woman, you know the fucking rules.” He stepped forward, now coming into full view of you, his eyes glancing over your body, looking like a kid on Christmas. You were still here, he couldn’t believe his luck. Lucille sat on his shoulder, his one gloved hand wrapped tightly around the bottom of the wood. “Now I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Negan.” He smirked, holding his free hand out for a handshake, his large frame towering slightly over you. You were met with a slight musk, you recognised it as an old spice fragrance, masculine and powerful. You looked at it, questionable look on your face before your hand met his, engulfing you from the size of it. His rough skin a stark contrast from the softness of yours, the movement felt foreign, you shouldn’t feel this way, especially when it’s him.

You saw Rick tensing up as he watched on from the sideline, wondering what Negan was up to, showing such civilness to you. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Y/N.” You stated, his smirk getting wider. “Sir? Oh, you my dear, are like the gift that keeps on damn giving!” He exclaimed, bewilderment sitting on the faces of those around you and yourself. What the hell did he mean by that? “Load em up, we’re leaving.” He commanded, the saviours starting to retreat back to their vans, Negan not moving from where he was stood.

A few of the Alexandrian’s moved away as well, not wanting to be in his presence for a moment longer than they were required to. “Now doll, take that damn thing off your shoulders, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” You reluctantly agreed, placing the deer just behind you, before Negan nodded at two remaining men, them coming behind you to take your prized find. You scowled, fury raging inside your soul, you’d risked your life trying to get just one actual nice, fulfilling meal for everyone, just to have your hard work stolen off you. “I believe that’s mine.” You spat out, the fire showing from your eyes as you glared up at him. “What’s yours is now ours doll, or hasn’t Rick drilled that into you yet?” He asked, aware of the sexual innuendo of his words, his tongue rolling across his lower lip. You huffed, knowing if you talked back further, it wasn’t going to end well for you. You felt like you were tasting blood from how hard you bit down on your tongue, fists balled up.

Negan walked over slightly to the back of the last truck, the doors open, a load of stuff that you recognised from peoples homes in the compound. Picking something up, he walked back over to you, Lucille still sat on his shoulder. You saw the small video camera, not thinking much of it, not knowing there was a tape inside that you probably would have never wanted him to see. He placed it on your chest, it digging into your skin, sat just on top of your heaving breasts.

“You should be careful with such sensitive material, never know what kind of perverts going to come across it!” He joked, your eyes widening in embarrassment as you finally understood what he was talking about. You got a look of disgust rise on your face, you couldn’t believe he’d seen such an intimate piece of film. You went to grab the camera from him before he gripped tight on it, making it harder to move. “Now doll, it’s a good job I found this before any of my men did, you know that right? They would have taken this back with them and sat around in a circle jerk together, I however am returning this to you, soooo… How about a thank you, Negan?” He demanded playfully, leaning closer to your face, nose almost touching your cheek. You gulped shallowly, your hand moving over his that was holding the camera to your chest. “Thank you, Negan.” You managed to get out, the words tasting like poison to you.

He laughed, letting go of the camera, allowing you take it back with a yank. “You are more than welcome, baby. Also, in case you were wondering, you are most definitely my favourite Alexandrian now.” He winked, walking backwards before getting in the truck, holding his head out the window, giving a small wave to you as they drove out the front gates. You huffed, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you held in your throat.

It had now been a couple weeks since Negan’s last visit, he’d sent groups of his saviours in between but never actually visiting himself. You were thankful that this had been the case, you’d found yourself thinking about what could have been. You’d began to let your mind wonder to the scenario of meeting Negan in another situation, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was one of the most attractive men you’d ever come across, it was just a shame he was also the most evil men you’d ever come across.

Unbeknown to you, he’d found himself thinking about you too, that fucking video. He’d managed to score some old age dvd porno films from supply runs over the years but he couldn’t even watch them to get off anymore, only thinking of your little smut tape. It wasn’t even like you’d done anything massively explicit on the tape, it shutting off before it managed to get that far but he had concluded that was probably worse. It allowed his mind to run at all the different possibilities, what did you sound like when you moaned, what would you sound like whimpering out his name as he was filling you up? What did you look like when you reached climax? All these unanswered questions racing through his mind as he got out his sexual frustration on his wives, not caring which one it was as all he pictured below him was you. Moaning out your name instead of theirs, the women not caring that much as they were only there to be used by him, no affectionate feelings connecting them to him.

You were currently in the garage, clipboard in hand, biting on the end of your pencil in anxiousness as you went over inventory. You were expecting another visit today, making you want to double check over everything to make sure there wasn’t any discrepancies in the numbers. That was the last thing you needed, especially since you were now actively trying to get plans in place to take the fight back to the Saviours. You were just finishing up when a loud knock startled you, the garage door vibrating at the motion. You put the clipboard down on the side, bending down to pull the door up.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my favourite Alexandrian. I’ve missed you, doll.” It was Negan, that signature grin on his face once again, eyes raking over your body. You felt sheepish under his wandering eyes, now knowing he’d practically seen you naked since he’d come across that video of yours. You sighed, hands resting on your hips. “What do you need, Negan?” You asked, him walking into the garage now, the door slamming back shut. The anxiety started to kick in as you were now alone with just him, as he looked over the shelves, picking up random items and studying them. “Nothing really, just wanted to see your pretty face. I just cannot stop thinking about you, doll! I wonder why that is, huh?” He laughed, you knowing what he was alluding to. He noticed how you crossed your hands over your chest, almost trying to shield yourself from him.

“Oh no no no! There’s no need for all that, I’ve seen those pretty babies already, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of, doll.” He sauntered over to you, towering over you again like last time, practically feeling the heat from his body on yours. You couldn’t take your eyes off his, the way he looked at you making you get slick. He wasn’t one to hide his true emotion, his jeans getting tighter as he imagined you as he saw in the video, putting on a little private show for him. “I’ve gotta know, what made you film something like that? You must of known someone could come across it, why take the risk?” He questioned you, hand coming to rub over his bearded chin. “In this world, there’s not much opportunity to feel sexy. I just wanted something to look back at when I felt down about myself.” You squeaked out, feeling very intimate. Here you were telling the leader of a rival camp your biggest insecurities, possibly giving him ammunition to further torment you and your people.

“Oh doll, you could be covered in damn walker guts, and I’d still think you were the sexiest thing on this damn shithole planet.” He purred, grabbing you slightly by the chin, making you smile slightly. You shook your head, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “What are you doing Negan? We can’t be thinking like this. I can’t be thinking like this. You… you are the enemy.” Your hands resting on the lapels of his leather jacket, the slight coldness of it sending shivers down your spine. You leaned dangerously close to Negan’s lips, his beard scratching the surface of your skin. “Rick would fucking kill me, he’d fucking kill me, if he knew I think about you the way I do. Think about you when I touch myself, wishing it was you.” You whispered, getting more confident in your tone, your eyes staring at his lips, then back up to his dark eyes, your lips partially open as you let out shallow breaths, anything you could to try and lower your heart rate that was pumping under your chest. The silence in the room was deafening, you started to get nervous again, like you were just waiting for him to recoil away from you and laugh at your confession, that this had all been a massive joke to humiliate you further. “Goddamn it doll, looks like great minds think alike because I’ve been doing the same damn thing since I saw that little treat on that fucking camera.” He chuckled, picking you up in one swift movement, placing you on top of the workplace bench.

“Did you think about me claiming your pussy, doll? Fucking you until you can barely remember your goddamn name? What would Ricky say if he saw you submitting yourself so easily to me, the big bad wolf?” The dark tenor of Negan’s voice caused you to whimper in half fear, half pleasure. You could tell his personality was darkening to the more intense side, the jolly joking and fucking about traits were completely absent. You didn’t feel terrified though, like you did when he committed some of the horrific atrocities in front of you, the feelings of excitement causing your hairs to stand on edge and your pussy getting wet with every word that spilled out of his mouth.

“I did, god I want you inside of me.” You confessed, as Negan’s hands ghosted over your cleavage that was exposed by your tank top, before he pulled it over your head, your breasts spilling out of your lace bra. He shoved his gloved hand into your mouth, commanding you to suck. You obliged, your hands holding his arm in place as you swirled your tongue around the two thick fingers, head bobbing up and down as you did. The leather of the glove rubbery on your tongue, causing you to moan onto his fingers.

He grinned at you, a deep grunt as he leaned over capturing your right nipple into his mouth, suckling it, swirling his tongue around and biting it with his teeth causing you to moan and pull his head against your chest as you kept sucking hard on his fingers. He did it again, giving you light bites and licks, alternating between your two erect nubs. Negan removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop, bring them down to give one final pinch to your nipples, the wetness of his one hand causing the cold air to make your nipple more sensitive.

“Get on your knees, I want to see your mouth full of my dick, doll.” Negan grinned with a wicked smile, his hands undoing his jeans, letting them fall to pool at his boots. You felt your mouth salivate, eager to take him as slid off the table onto your knees. You started to lick him, going from bottom to top slowly, teasing him like he did to you with his dirty sweet nothings in your ears, hearing his low groans. You sucked the precum from his tip and swirled your tongue under his head, and then looked up at him, making sure you held eye contact with him, opening your mouth and taking him in little by little, bobbing your head up and down. Your mouth was being stretched wide, you started to move a little faster, sucking him, licking him, taking him deeper and deeper until you felt him in your throat. He was big, causing you to gag a little as your eyes began to water, your throat starting to get a sore feeling within it as he fucked your throat at a quick pace. He gave a slight gasp and his hand took a firm hold of your head keeping you in place, as his hips bucked, making it his mission to get as far down your throat as possible.

“I need to fuck you now, doll. Get up here.” Negan pulled back to your feet, slamming you stomach down onto the table, almost ripping your jeans as he pulled them down your thighs, your moist panties now on show, one tug and the flimsy material broke in two halves, now fully exposing your slick entrance to Negan. He rubbed his dick up and down your slit eliciting a pleasurable moan from both of you, pushing his length inside and then pulling out and rubbing it down your slit again.

“Please... Negan! Please!” You whimpered out, pinching your nipples, trying to get some relief from his teasing. He smirked down at you, that dark gaze watching your every move. “Please what? I want to hear you saying you want daddy's dick. I want to hear you beg me. Come on little girl, say it.” he demanded as he rubbed his length along your wet slit. “Please daddy! I want you deep inside me, please fuck me!” He groaned and pushed himself hard inside your walls, with no hesitations. You screamed, even being sopping wet, you were too tight around his shaft. He leaned on top of you and started to kissing your neck, biting lightly. Negan felt you getting used to his girth, you started to move your hips against him, wanting friction. He started to thrust in slowly, checking for your reaction to his movements. “I'm fine, please, fuck me daddy!” You moaned out, Negan pulling almost all the way out of you and then thrusting in hard making you gasp.

“You're loving this doll, aren’t you? Yeah, you're loving having my dick inside of you. I’d love good old Rick to walk in right now, see you bent over for the big bad wolf.” he chuckled, turning you on even more. Thrusting again and again building up speed, going faster and harder, just like you had imagined he would in your dirty dreams, but so much better than your imagination. “I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are and you are going to thank me for it.” He whispered in your ear, pulling your hair with one hand and holding your hips firmly with the other as he snapped his groin into you, making your ass ripple with the powerful movements. “I want to hear you doll, thank me.” You almost rolled your eyes at the narcissistic request but your brain was too blank to comprehend it. “Thank you, thank you Negan!”

You focused on the obscene sounds of your bodies echoing around you, amplified by how small the garage was. Negan continued fucking you rough and hard, until you felt the orgasm surging inside of you, building fast and strong. When it finally hit you, you screamed with the intensity of it, your body shook with the pleasure waves, running through your core. Negan released your hair to hold your hips so he could keep fucking you. His thrusts shortened, you clenched around his length, a groan leaving his mouth, feeling him finally release just after you. Negan pulled himself out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole, dripping slightly onto the concrete floor below you. He leaned on top of you, leaving small kisses on your spine, body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Y/N! We need you out here! Negan is on his way!” You turned to Negan, a confused look on your face, he’d snuck into the compound to fuck you and now you had to act like he wasn’t even here.

[dumbsoftheart]

threads of fate

pairing: peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x preachers daughter!reader

tags: 18+, mdni. dub-con, heavy and dark religious themes, dark themes, fingering, kissing, swearing, sliiight voyerism, corruption and innocence kink,

summary: after a chase in the woods, coriolanus becomes devoted to making you his one and only follower.

notes: i don't know what came over me.. enjoy!

word count: 7.2k

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the blood of the lamb, washed over the sins of those strayed away from god, atones those begging to be spared from destruction. the saccharine ichor was the ultimate gateway towards deliverance- and thus sought out by sinners and saints alike to be granted eternal redemption for the transgressions that permeated the sweats and tears of the individuals whose secrets would have them damned to the dreadful inferno beneath their feet. the sweet lamb; symbol of innocence and purity, and the wolf who hunted it, the face of deception and treachery, stood now in the heart of the woodlands, the sweet kill hidden shamefully in the asylum of the crowded aspen as it’s predator tauntingly whistled in pursuit of it’s coveted prize. 

tears fell in a waterfall down into the vessels of your collarbones, trailing down and staining the frail white fabric of your dress, unveiling the soft tanned skin of your chest in its wake. with one hand clasped tightly against your mouth, you tried to conceal your wails of fear and the threatening thumping of your heart so as not to draw attention to the towering figure looming dangerously close to you, chuckling lowly as he carefully made his way through the maze of trees and forestry. your other hand was clutched desperately on the golden cross that hung around your neck, thumb haphazardly caressing the delicate engravings and etchings of the cool metal. 

hail mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee. blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, jesus. holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of death.

shame washed over you as you thought of your mother and father- your dear father, and what they would make of your inevitable disappearance. you were taught the way of the lord since you emerged from your mothers womb; it followed you everywhere you went. by all means, you had lived your life for god himself. what would he think of you now? the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of god. and yet there you were, a thief, running from, no doubt, god’s punishment for your sins. 

despite your fathers widespread fame throughout the district, your family struggled to bring food and water to the table regularly. seeing the despair that clouded your mothers eyes as she failed to provide a dinner some nights for her family had driven you towards madness. you grew desperate- desperate to alleviate the stress that haunted her and satiate the hunger that settled in your stomach for the fifth day in a row. you rationalised, that with your undying devotion, god would find it in him to forgive you. with all the work your father put into his sermons and dedication to delivering god's word to the poverty stricken peoples of district 12, the divine being would be forgiving in his punishment in recognition of the loyalty you harboured. 

now, you knew you were wrong. 

you berate yourself for even entertaining the stupid idea of pilfering from the small bakery near the marketplace. in truth, it wasn’t even stealing. you had waited until dark threatened the sky, then snuck behind the establishment to snatch a few meagre, stale loaves that had been carelessly discarded in a small bin beside the refuse receptacles. combined with the butter you had been gifted earlier in the week, these provisions would barely suffice to stifle the persistent pangs in your stomach for a few days, at most. you naively assumed you were in solitude and hastily fled when you’d filled up your small leather bag with as many old rolls and loaves as possible. 

oh, how wrong could you have been? you never caught sight of the face of the man who now charged after you- only a faint glance at a familiar blue that weaved its way through the trees- but the adrenaline rushing through your veins urged you to run, and to never stop. and now, here you were, caught in the act, pathetically weeping as you waited for the repercussions of your actions to find you. 

you moved to press your back harder against the thin trunk of the tree, a twig snapping under the weight of your foot, and your eyes widened with fear as the sound reverberated against the still of the forest, the soft footsteps that trailed behind you coming to an abrupt stop. then, a voice. 

“my dear, it would make it so much easier for us if you just came out. i promise you, i don’t bite.” it purred. the way he spoke was low and unrecognisable, laced with an amusement that had you shiver with the depravity of it. your crying ceased at an attempt to remain as hidden as possible, nary a whimper escaping from behind the painful grip of your hand across your mouth. 

“i know you know what you did was wrong. i mean, stealing from a bakery? i wonder what your father would think of you now, his daughter a thief.”

you fought back tears at the mention of your father, shame once again weighing at your conscience, “come out, and i promise your punishment won't be as harsh as it should be.”

the proposition had you thinking for a bit, the truth behind the words appealing to you for a sliver of a moment. before you could consider your next step; find an out or comply to the omnipresent man’s offering, a gunshot pierces your ears, and you let out a shriek so loud you swore all of panem could hear you.

you begin to wail again then, uncontrollably, screaming and begging for respite as your body gave in under the weight of itself; your knees buckling and falling harshly against the ground. you shake with the ferocity of a small rodent before you’re pulled up by your shoulders and engulfed into a familiar, warm hug. your eyes wide with panic, you thrash your head back in forth in an attempt to find the man who was tormenting you, only to see that he was now gone, and in his place, a small search party lead by a peacekeeper cheered in glory at the sight of you. relief washed over you as you looked up to find your father, falling into the safety of his arms as he escorted you out of the forest, giving a curt thank you to the peacekeeper and another man you recognized to be one of your fathers students, before dragging you to the comfort of your home. 

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when your father found out the reason behind your being in the woods, you’d landed yourself a life of extra chores and punished to more frequent church visits until your father decided you had repent enough. your father, reassuring you of god's forgiveness as his child, warned that your actions wouldn't fade from memory. he emphasised the necessity of restoring your relationship with the lord and savior. you were under his constant watch, now. each morning, before dropping you off at school, he compelled you to pray fervently for protection over your family and yourself, urging you to plead for deliverance from the consequences of your actions.

with your increased presence in church taking up most of the time you had to yourself, you found yourself taking note of the other frequent church goers. your father, of course, and his dedicated student, were a constant in your peripheral vision. the old couple who lived only a few minutes away from you, mrs. harmon and her froofy, dirty church outfits, her boisterous children, and her grumbling husband. you noticed small things; like how the wife of the newly-wed couple in town had stopped wearing her wedding ring, and how her husband seemed to never give her a second look. how the twin boys in the grade below you suddenly surpassed you in height, and their younger sister now seemed to lack a certain innocence that was pertinent in her character before. you made a small promise to yourself to pray for her. 

there was one person, however, who you were not familiar with, yet you could feel it in the deep ends of your bones that you knew exactly who he was. he had begun to appear only once a week, his shiny buzzcut and blue peacekeeper uniform sticking out sorely from the rest of the crowd. then, twice a week- then three- and then suddenly you found you could not escape from him. everywhere you turned, he was there. when you walked home from school, you would catch him patrolling somewhere nearby, or laughing and chatting with his peacekeeper friends. when you opened the church doors for mass, he would be first to walk in, handing you a small smile before making his way to sit in the pew farthest away from you. he was there, everywhere you looked, and it unsettled you greatly. there was a lack of sincerity in his eyes when he smiled, and for a moment you thought that it had seemed like hunger, but you pushed the idea away before your brain could process it. one night, when closing the church doors and heading to your home, the small sound of rapid footsteps triggered your fight or flight response, the latter winning. when the man rested his hand on your shoulder politely, handing you a handkerchief you had dropped, you felt a strange sense of deja vu. the speed at which it sounded he had ran towards you didn’t match how he stood before you now; breathing even, chest pushed out pridefully, his dark sapphire eyes never leaving yours. but you were so sure that the man had been sprinting, just like the man who had sprinted after you a few weeks ago had. you gave him a small thank you before speed-walking your way to the front door, panting heavily as you locked it shut behind you and your hand made its way back to the pendant on your neck, grasping it so tightly it hurt, the stipe digging into the soft flesh of your palms as a way of grounding yourself back to your senses. 

that night, when you got on your knees to pray, you couldn’t shake the look on the mans face from your thoughts. his features themselves were even, lacking any sense of emotion, but his eyes troubled you the most. the way they bore into yours made you feel as if you would burst into flames right then. it made you feel as if there was something he wanted from you, but your poor innocent soul couldn’t figure out what. when you nestled yourself into your bed that same night, you vowed to stay as far away from him as possible. 

you hadn't realised how hard that would be. 

he approached you the next morning. it was saturday, and the usual gloomy weather of district 12 had been forced away and replaced with the harsh, bright sunlight. it shone spectacularly through the stained-glass windows, gracing the dark wood of each side aisle with vibrant reds and yellows and blues  and brightening the deep red carpet that lay evenly along the nave. you stood behind the pulpit, readying your fathers sermons and homilies for that week's sabbath. he had barged in unannounced, making his way towards you slowly as you pretended to ignore the tall figure making its way down the red path. 

“good morning, miss,” he spoke lowly towards you, peering upwards slightly as the pulpit was slightly taller than the rest of the church, and you pretended to read through the cards and flip through your bible as if it were you preparing to speak in a mere 15 minutes. he cleared his throat once, and you waved your hand nonchalantly towards the pews, “the preacher will be ready shortly. please, have a seat.” 

from behind your fathers flashcards, you could see a small tick of his jaw and he pressed his lips together tightly, nodding slowly before making his way to his usual seat, feigning interest in the architecture of the building. 

“its quite beautiful, no?”

you hummed. 

“i wonder how the district could afford to pay for it.”

the comment caught you off guard, causing you too look up at him with scrunched brows, your lips parted in confusion. surely, he knew the capitol had paid for it- and even then, what did it matter? a sanctuary for god deserved only the best of resources, you thought. the beauty of the church was a reflection of the beauty of your religion, the intricacies and meticulous carpentry of the building spoke to one of the three transcendentals that point to god. of course, it would be beautiful. 

before you could think of a response to the bizarre musing, your father burst in, pressing a light kiss to your cheek and thanking you kindly for preparing for him. the man stood up to make his way to greet the preacher, and you were out of sight as fast as lightning. 

that cycle continued for a while. he would sit in the pews, admiring the architecture (when really, he was admiring you), then stand to greet your father enthusiastically, frowning ever so slightly when you disappeared the moment he made any closer to your father. eventually, you had become quite good at avoiding him. you saw him less in the markets, saw less of him in church, and rarely caught sight of him anywhere else. that was, until you found him at your doorstep one hot summer day. 

you and your mother swore it was the hottest day to see district 12, and you sat on the porch in a small, lace trimmed top and cut-off jean shorts. your hair was carelessly tossed into an updo to relieve your neck of some heat, and you sat in your fathers old chair as you sipped on some juice your family had been given earlier that day. 

you weren’t expecting any visitors that day, so it was safe to say you nearly choked when the man appeared from behind the path of thrush that hid your small home from sight of the church, dressed only in the blue dress pants of his peacekeeper uniform and a thin white shirt, silver dog tag swinging like a pendulum across his chest as he made his way towards you. your father had emerged delighted, mr. snow!, he cheered, patting the man- snow, what a fitting name- on his back and urging him inside. you scrambled to the backdoor and into the kitchen where your mother rest, the door slamming behind you loudly as you entered, causing her to jump. 

“dear?”

“that man daddy’s talking to- who is he?”

she gave you a halfhearted shrug, “i wouldnt know, pumpkin, it’s probably business with your father. he goes to the church, no?” 

you nodded, pacing back and forth, ignoring the crazed look your mother threw at you as you processed the information. 

“do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil,” she reminded you, and your jaw dropped at the silent accusation she threw at you. 

“absolutely not, mother!” you stormed back out the door, drowning your mother’s laughter out with frustrated mumbles of has she lost her mind? and what a woman! how she could ever think something about snow was tempting you was beyond your understanding. however, when you made it back to your chair and your watered down glass of juice, the sight of a shirtless ‘mr. snow’ and your, otherwise fully dressed, father in the garden, dripping sweat shamelessly into your mothers vegetable patch, a snap thought breached your mind that perhaps there was something tempting about the mysterious man. 

that sent you into a frenzy. your knee bounced anxiously as you silently begged god to forgive you for the thought, and that it was simply intrusive, and not reflective of the morals and high grounds you held closely to your heart. nervously, you grabbed the book you had abandoned weeks ago and shoved your nose into the pages as if to distract yourself from your own brain and its wicked ministrations.  

you weren't sure of how much time had passed, yet it felt like the man's stay was suspiciously short as he and your father made their way inside. you gave him a curt nod, and your father gave you a small lecture about manners, insisting that the two of you become accustomed to one another. and there you were, legs drawn up to your chest as if to protect yourself from the sinful looking man before you. 

“my name is coriolanus snow,” he said. coriolanus. it was unlike any name you’d heard before. you returned the gesture softly, hoping that he would disappear behind your father into the house and you could breathe again, but he stayed and stared at you with that look, “your father tells me we’re the same age. he’s a nice man.”

you bit your lip at that. the same age? there was something about coriolanus that seemed older. it also begged the question: what was someone his age doing as a peacekeeper? you opened your mouth to pry at him, but he cut you off, stepping closer. 

“tell me, dear, what sins weigh in your heart?” 

you drew yourself back further into the safety of your chair, face laced with disgust as you tried as hard as possible to distance yourself from the imposing man now caging you into your confinement. his breath was heavy on your nose, and your heart pounded harshly- from what, you weren’t sure. fear? a sense of danger? temptation? his lips were so close to yours now, you could smell the faint scent of cologne that mingled with the saltiness of his sweat, and you tried your best to keep your breathing as even as possible, feigning indifference to his proximity to you poorly. 

“i dont know what you mean, mr. snow.”

he smiled at that, laughing lowly. he didn’t expect you to know what he meant, of course, but he had an inkling that if he played his cards just right, he’d have you right where he wanted. he leaned closer now, lips dodging yours, lightly brushing your nose as his head turned to whisper in your ear. 

“do you think of me at night? our little chase?”

“wh-what?”

“you’re smart, miss. think about it.”

he disappeared into the house, bidding goodbye to your mother and father and whisking himself away. your mouth remained parted, eyes wide with confusion as you tried to process what his words could have meant. 

surely, he couldn’t mean.. 

no. absolutely not, you decided. coriolanus may have unsettled you ungreatly, but he was a peacekeeper- and your father had always told you that they served to protect you, that they would never harm you purposely. you stood shakily and made your way quietly into the old house, reeking of old wood and boiled vegetables. you sat on the couch near your brother, holding his head to your chest as you stroked his hair comfortingly, still trying to process. from the kitchen, your father called, “he’s a nice boy, no? perhaps he could be of some influence to you, sweetheart.” 

you agreed meekly, despite disagreeing with your father completely. you werent entirely sure what he saw in the man at all, yet you were adamant that he was, in fact, not a good influence, but a parasite. you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. he made you feel unsafe- unsure of yourself, and for some reason, your faith. you decided he was no good; but yet you couldnt make any understanding of the bittersweet ache between your thighs. 

when coriolanus walked home that evening, he couldn’t fight his smile. he saw you, in all his glory, struggling pathetically under his gaze, squirming and fidgeting uncontrollably as he trapped you within the cage of his arms. 

the sacrificial lamb has been caught, he thought. 

what a stupid, stupid lamb. 

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you rushed into church near 5 am the next day, sleep deprived from the constant running of your mind and the damned words of coriolanus snow. 

“our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven,” you repeated to yourself, kneeled below the large wooden crucifixion of jesus, hands clasped tightly together, your head resting painfully against the white of your knuckles. 

what you were praying for, you didn’t know. you couldn't go to the confessional- heavens forbid, no. confessing secrets of your dreams of coriolanus’s hands, the outline of his jaw, the way he whispered his sinister words so sweetly into your ear- to your father? you would rather be hanged for the whole district to see. there was nothing sinful about your dreams, exactly, but it felt sinful, dirty, downright hellish. you thought of his lips, the soft and pink flesh of them, the stormy blue of his eyes- and, oh god, you couldn't stop replaying his words in your head. 

‘do you think of me at night?’ he had asked you so earnestly. as if he needed you to tell him yes, you did think of him, every night. it wasn't a lie, of course, only the way you had begun thinking about him had changed. but that wasn't your doing at all, was it? no, he was to blame, for speaking to you like that, for dangling his dog tag so close that it brushed your cross indecently, for showing up to your house and stripping himself half naked, sweating impurely over the soil you and your mother sowed and reaped with love, with innocence, purity. it was entirely his fault, from the way he seemed to be forcing himself into your life. the church door creaked open, and you continued to pray, “give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

your heart raced as footsteps neared closer, as if you knew exactly who they belonged to. 

“what troubles you, little lamb?” his voice took you with fear, the way it rumbled in his chest and reverberated on the walls confining the two of you, alone. you raised your head, refusing to look back at him, “i do believe that's none of your concern, mr. snow.”

you heard him chuckle lowly, repeating the words mr. snow to himself under his breath. it made you shiver, and you recited the bible verses your father drilled into your head from as young as you could remember: vindicate me, o god, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation; rescue me from deceitful and wicked men.

you could feel him now, knee pressed lightly against your back. you stood up and turned to face him, eyes wild and daring as they searched the azure maze of his own. his hand reached to stroke your hair, and you flinched. 

“why is it that you fear me so much, do you think?”

“i’m not afraid of you.”

he tsked, “‘fear’ is different than ‘being afraid’, darling. to be afraid is a fleeting moment. your brain's immediate response towards danger,” he moved to touch your hair again, now more forcefully, tucking the loose strands along your hairline behind your ear. 

keep back your servant also from willful sins.

he continued, “i asked, why do you fear me?”

you tried to search deeper into his eyes, trying to grasp any understanding at what he was trying to communicate to you. your mind ran amok, and it was no help that coriolanus's hand now snuck its way into your fingers, fidgeting with the soft digits mindlessly. 

“i don't.. i don't know-” he cut you off by stepping closer before you finished. you had wanted to tell him that you didn't know why he thought you feared him, that you didnt understand the question, and that you needed to get home soon, so to please excuse you. 

“i think you fear what i impose between you and your precious god.”

you let out an involuntary laugh, giggling childlishly at the accusation. you stopped, when his eyes darkened. 

“i’m sorry, mr. snow, but i really don’t know what you mean!” you were struggling to contain your girlish giggles. what he imposes between me and god? it was such a bizarre statement, so plainly laid out for you, that you couldn’t even comprehend it entirely. your laughing ceased, for good now, when his hand circled tightly around your wrist. 

let them not have dominion over me.

then i will be upright.

“i’m not stupid, love. i saw you, yesterday, practically drooling over me. i wonder what your father would have to say if he saw the sinful way you ogled at me,” he paused, and you swallowed painfully, “and dont tell me you’ve forgotten all about our little chase, hm? wasnt it exhilarating?” now, panic engulfed you. you tried to back away from him as the pieces etched themselves together in your brain, but his hold on your wrist was only getting tighter. 

“that was you?” your voice was impossibly small, weak from the alarm that blared in your head. your eyes darted back and forth desperately, searching for an out, hoping and praying that someone might burst in and see the scene before you, tear hades away from his persephone and save her from her impending doom. 

i will be blameless and innocent of great transgression.

he dipped his head to your neck, lips deliciously grazing over the supple skin of your collar bone, pressing kisses so light you could barely feel them as you tried to wriggle from his grasp. 

“of course it was me, darling,” the way you felt him smile against your skin was chilling, and you fought back tears as he moved impossibly closer to you, “isn’t that adrenaline rush just addicting? tell me, dove, what do you think about me when you lie in bed and replay our precious little moments together in that pretty head of yours?” 

your breathing quickened, and you winced as coriolanus gripped tighter at your wrist, his other hand painfully gripping the small of your waist, massaging the gentle muscle of it. you could feel his entire body pressed against yours, and a tear threatened to slip when you felt the hard pressing of his lower region on your stomach. you shook your head, refusing to give in to his line of questioning, but his grip on your waist tightened and you cried out in pain, “your hands!” you whined, relief slowly making its way to the sore area of your waist as he loosened his grip. he made to grasp your chin under his index, forcing you to keep eye contact with him and urged you silently to keep going. 

“your..” you let out a shaky sigh, “your h-ands, your voice, the words you speak to me. i don't understand why.” 

he cooed at you now, as if proud of you for speaking up. your eyes darted to his lips, and you saw something flash in his eyes, “anything else?”

let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight,

lord, my rock, and my redeemer. 

you tried to look down at your feet as if to run away from the question, but his hold on your chin was unrelenting. shamefully, you whispered, “your lips.” 

he let out a small ahhh, as if the admission shocked him. he knew, of course. of course he knew. you poor thing. sweet, little lamb, so innocent and pure. untouched by lust, blind to its deceptive allure. he knew from the moment he’d gone after you in those woods and failed to catch you, that he would do everything in his power to make sure you would never escape his grasp again. he knew when his frail attempts at getting closer to you failed, he had to resort to a harsher solution. he needed to infiltrate every space you breathed in, and break his was into your mind until he had you right where he needed you to be: malleable, so he could corrupt you just as easy. 

he knew your father protected you, the extent to which he went to protect you, as well. banning sex education in your school, ensuring your mind stays as pure as possible to the exploits of fickle men and their wants. you knew the basics, thanks to your mother and her worrisome self, but her teachings were meddled down into some confusing allegory that left your mind as clueless as before, so that you stayed intact, perfect and pristine in the lords eye as well as the rest of the district, in your white frilly dresses, light makeup, and perfectly crafted manners. 

he knew how easy it would be to get in your head. the human body is funny, like that, wherein it begs for things it doesn’t know of. he knew when he flexed his hands you caught sight of it, when he swallowed you intently watched the way his adams apple bobbed, he knew when he showed up to your home and stripped himself almost bare it would plague your mind with an unknowing want and desire, and soon enough, you’d have no choice but to give in to it, abandon your god and his lessons for coriolanus alone. 

he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, swiping his thumb across yours as if to mirror himself, and then ducked his head closer, “go on.”

you squeezed your eyes shut. everything felt so, so wrong, and you didn't know why, but you couldn't stop. when he continued to toy with your lip, slightly plunging the tip of his finger past them and into your mouth, you let out an involuntary, small moan, and your legs shook and quivered as the strange ache from yesterday returned. 

“wh-what?”

“kiss me.”

your eyes widened, and you shook your head. coriolanus thought it was adorable, how you struggled to piece together what was about to happen, how your brain tried desperately to fill in the blanks with information it didnt know. you heard coriolanus sigh disapprovingly at your protests and he shoved his thumb further into your mouth, causing you to choke. he removed it, then wiped the saliva that remained over your bottom lip before inserting the digit in his mouth, tasting you. 

“its okay, little one. you can kiss me. he wont mind,” you didnt realize your fingers lingered over the necklace nestled on your chest, and your gaze followed his finger as he gestured upwards. he wont mind. you racked your brain over the things coriolanus said to you from he entered the church.

“i think you fear what i impose between you and your precious god.”

now, you truly hoped someone would burst in, and you could scream and wail as you explained the horrors coriolanus was about to commit to you (even if those horrors were unclear). he was so close, and something still pressed hardly against your stomach, and suddenly you couldn't breathe, “he would mind. i promise to pray for you coriolanus, i don't know what troubles you, but the lord-” 

he cut you off by shoving his lips onto yours harshly, groaning at the contact. his hands made their way to rest on your clothed breasts, and you wriggled and struggled to try get away from him, but your efforts were fruitless. you were cornered, now. a lamb with nowhere to run or hide, forced to face its fate. he ravaged your lips, hands restless as they caressed all over your protesting body. the ache between your legs grew, and a small part of you realized that the last thing you wanted right now was for someone to walk in, and see the preacher's daughter being completely defaced by a peacekeeper. 

“your god cant give me what i need, angel. cant you see? you did this to me,” his hand grabbed yours as he pulled away to speak, trailing it down the hard muscle of his abdomen and palming the hardness that threatened to burst through the seam of his pants. your eyes were wide and doe-like, and coriolanus never needed to fuck you more. his lips met yours again, and his other hand fumbled to remove his pants, hissing when the air hit his straining cock, all while you tried your best to distance yourself from him as much as possible. your face was hot, and your hands remained in the air, unsure of where to rest them, as you slowly allowed coriolanus to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

“good girl,” he practically growled, and you let out a pathetic squeak when you felt your core tighten, pleasure washing over you at the small praise. coriolanus was turned on beyond conception, moaning disgracefully as he stroked himself through the fabric of his underwear. if you could see the spectacle the two of you were making, in the middle of church- no less, the thought alone had coriolanus close to the edge. you gasped when you saw him palm himself, and without thinking, your hand brushing his ever so slightly, lingering a second too long before his eyes snapped up at yours, pleading you to go ahead and touch him. 

when you finally pressed your hand to his clothed region, you swore the way coriolanus threw his head back with a small mewl and moan would land you an eternity in hell alone. 

“thats it, baby, jus’ like that.. keep going..” you gasped when his hand sneaked its way under your dress- your sunday best- your hand faltering a bit when his long middle finger lightly grazed your clothed cunt. the foreign feeling it elicited from you had you desperately searching coriolanus’s eyes for an answer, unable to speak as his fingers that toyed with the most intimate parts of you had you moaning softly and lowly, uncontrollably. you continued to palm him, and his hand slipped into the lacy cotton of your panties, cursing hotly under his breath when he feels you. 

“so wet for me. you dirty fucking girl, look at you: making a mess in church.” you didnt know what he meant, but shame burned through your skin. confusion grappled at you and you began to sob, not ignoring the way your tears seemed to make coriolanus throb beneath you, “please stop, coriolanus, this is immoral.”

“baby, if it feels good, then it cant be bad,” he stroked the tear stains on your cheek softly, cupping your face with false earnest as he pulled your head to lay on his chest, “does it feel good?”

coriolanus reveled in the way you looked up at him, like a devoted follower in the arms of their saviour. when you nodded slowly, he gently spun you around and shoved your face into the cool wood of the crucifixion behind you, his hand painfully pushing against your cheek enough so that you couldn't look anywhere but above you, into the sad eyes of jesus. 

your panties were ripped off with a shriek that was muffled by coriolanus’s hand around your mouth, and you sobbed as pain mixed with pleasure as he gave a few slaps to your dripping cunt, mumbling about how pretty it is. in a desperate attempt to wiggle out of your new position, you accidentally arched your back further, giving him more access. 

“let me show you how i can love you,” he whispered into your ear, before returning his fingers to the slick mess that coated your cunt, your body jolting when they occasionally brushed over your clit, the unfamiliar sensation already too overwhelming for you to handle. with a few more agonising strokes of his fingers, he prodded at your hole, teasing your entrance in a way that had your eyes roll to the back of your head. when he finally slipped them in, your hand pounded desperately against the cross you were pressed up on, pleads to stop falling pathetically into the hand of coriolanus and onto deaf ears. he was merciless with it, greedily pounding his fingers into you in a way that had your knees gravitating towards each other and animalistic grunts of pleasure vibrating through his hand. 

something in you burned, your body was pleading for more as an unfamiliar coil formed in the pit of your stomach. your hand continued to bang against the cross, tears falling as you forcibly peered into the eyes of your saviour while you got your cunt ravaged in the middle of his shrine. 

“oh god, oh god” you mumbled through his hand. you were unsure if it was shame, or the delicious way coryo pumped his fingers into you, but you grew lightheaded and dumb, eyes hazy as you grew closer to your release. 

“thats it, take it. you’re filthy, taking my fingers so well in the middle of church.” now, both hands scraped desperately against the cross, leaving marks in the wake of your fingernails digging into the hardwood. coriolanus tugged your head further up, forcing you to stare at him with tears streaming down your face and desperate pleas for him to stop going unheard. he smiled coyly when he felt your pussy clench around his fingers, and he withdrew them just before you reached your release, a loud, agonising whine of relief and desperation leaving your smushed lips. he was quick to replace his fingers with his cock, the slow intrusion of it making you let out a low, droned out groan as he stretched your virgin cunt past its limit.

he removed his hand from your mouth, and a string of prayers tumbled out of it, “o my god, i am heartily sorry for having offended thee,” and “and i detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend thee, my god, who art all good and deserving of all my love.” it earned you a slap to your ass, and you cried out loudly as coriolanus shoved your dress off of you, watching as it fell uselessly around your legs into a pool of white. he flipped you around, admiring your soft breasts and the way they spilled over in the hold of his fingers, and he traced the soft, plumpness of your belly as he chuckled lowly at your continuous prayer. with his cock still nestled into you, he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. 

“god loves you, but not as much as i do,” and then he thrust his cock into you with such force that you nearly tumbled to the floor. his hand rest on your lower back, forcing you to arch closer to him, your hips meeting his unwillingly at his fast pace. coriolanus’s cock grazed the inside of your gummy walls perfectly, and you found yourself slipping from reality as he continued to pound his dick into you, moaning when you contracted around him without rhythm, your inexperienced self almost overloaded with pleasure, unable to control your body. 

“you’re being such a good girl, taking my cock like this,” he weaved a hand through your hair, “‘n you’re gonna let me cum inside you, yeah? gonna make a woman out of you.” you couldnt focus on the words he was throwing at you, lost in pleasure as the tip of coryo’s dick hit that one spot over and over again. the way he spoke to you had you at a crossroads, and it didnt help that he was fucking you into oblivion, and now you understood what he had meant when he said he imposed between you and god, because you were becoming addicted to the push and pull of his cock inside of you. 

“thats right, take it. you look so pretty all dumb and fucked out on my cock,” you reached to grab his arm to steady yourself, your orgasm creeping in closely, “you gonna cum for me?” 

you didn't know what it meant, but you nodded anyways, completely lost in bliss, “coryo..” you moaned out, his brows raising slightly at the new nickname, a smirk settling on his face. moans and mewls lewdly left your mouth as he quickened his pace, his unused hand massaging at your tits, twisting and pinching softly at your nipples as you thrashed with pleasure under him. 

“gonna make you worship this fucking cock, baby” he was close himself now, his head falling and his voice itching up an octave, lewd moans clashing with yours as the rhythm and pace he set began to falter, and he fucked you as hard as he could as he chased your high and his own, “gonna make you devoted to me. you’re never gonna wanna be away from me again,” his face twisted with pleasure, and you circled your arms around his neck as you tried to ground yourself, the coil in your stomach slowly beginning to unravel and threatening to snap. a shadow passed, and your eyes widened with terror as you slapped coryo’s arm haphazardly, begs falling from your mouth to stop. he turned his head lazily to look at what you were whining about, but his thrusts didn't stop. 

“let them see what a dirty fucking girl you are.” 

your walls tightened and your eyes rolled so far back into your head you were scared they wouldn't come back up as your orgasm reached you. you covered your mouth, shrieking desperately as the shockwaves of pleasure rolled over you, the newfound feeling unrelenting as it took over every part of your body. coriolanus repeated words of encouragement and praise as he fucked you through your high, before bottoming out and releasing his load in you, christening your walls. you whined at the feeling, so full and drunk off of it that your concerns of the passerby faded. the both of you stood there, panting heavily, both groaning when coryo slid out of you. he slapped his tip on your puffy clit one, two, three times, before a loud knock rapped on the church door. 

you could feel coriolanus’s spill leaking out of you as you crouched on your knees, hidden, and you cried silently, the reality of what had just happened to you settling in. coriolanus snow had corrupted you, in the worst possible way, and now you could only feel yourself crave more of him. as he spoke to the intruder, egging them to run along, a thumb caressed your head gently, as if to tell you he had everything under control. the small southern drawl he’d begun to pick up was more prominent. when the intruder finally left, you were forced to your feet, and coriolanus grabbed your ruined panties, resting on his knees below you to shove them into your used cunt, before making his way back to his feet, towering over you. he spoke to you like he would if he were on duty:

“you go on home now, miss. and tell your father i say hello.” 

and you did. 

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@dumbsoftheart, 2023

[gardenofnoah]

cw: MDNI, smut, reader referred to as “her” and a girl once, voyerism, katsuki has a complex (this was a random fantasy that hit me as i was walking down the sidewalk yesterday idk)

“look at me.”

it’s unnecessary, of course, because you can’t see anything but katsuki. broad and hunched over you—you feel like prey. neither hunted, nor caught—you go to bed with the lion willingly.

he keeps his eyes on you when he moves. hips pushing forward only slightly—he drags it out, expression only hungry and eager to see you fall apart as he breaks you open. you whimper, eyelids fluttering and still trying your best to listen, to be good—after all, it’s the whole point of this.

katsuki doesn’t like to share. it was never shocking to you and you’d never thought to push back against his protectiveness—the feeling was mutual. you also weren’t oblivious—the crush eijiro had on you was palpably felt by each of you, with the expectation that it would never be acted upon. it was only after a night spent huddled together, drunk and emboldened by it in the secluded back booth of the bar, that you found out something new about katsuki that did shock you.

katsuki doesn’t like to share, but he doesn’t mind being watched.

katsuki had pulled you into his lap right there in the booth—in front of eijiro—cooing into your ear, alcohol-tinged breath fanning across your skin just to make you shiver. something about show ei how pretty you are for me. you hid your face in his neck and felt how his fingers had bunched up the denim at your waist, pulling up—the fat of your ass spilling out of your shorts in direct view of the redhead across from you. fate had sealed itself when katsuki had run a finger down the seam of your shorts and all three of you groaned.

that in itself should’ve never come as a surprise to you, given the man’s explosive and often attention-seeking demeanor, but he tended to dull that side of himself for you. you were his, and only his. but this was different. underneath him, keening and writhing around the stretch of him, you know it’s different, because eijiro sits 5 feet to your left.

it was strange at first, and you felt a little shy, but it was easy to come back into katsuki’s orbit. you weren’t sure if eijiro could even see you over his view of katsuki’s body, or if it even mattered—you found you’d forgotten him completely until he’d let out a soft groan at your whimpering.

“what d’you want, baby?” cooing down at you, katsuki brings you back to him—nosing at your cheek and fucking you so, so slowly. it’s overwhelming—it feels a little like torture and you want more of it.

“please kiss me—“ it tumbles out of your mouth fast and pitiful, body spasming with each languid push of his hips to yours. never have you wanted to feel bruising smear of his mouth like this. never have you felt need like this. “—please kat, i need—“

“oh, my poor baby.” his teasing brings tears to your eyes—flushed hot with embarrassment that rapidly gives way to unabashed want. “what d’ya think, ei—should i give her a kiss?”

both you and the man in question whimper—katsuki is being cruel and all of you know it, but it only serves to heighten the tension—in your belly and between the three of you. you hear a rasped laugh from the side of the room. “you’re being mean, kat.”

“shut the fuck up.” it’s muttered without any heat, all of katsuki’s focus on you and the way his words make you clench around him. crimson eyes boring through yours, he makes it hard to see anything else.

you grab at the arms on either side of your head, scraping blunt nails down to the sensitive skin of his wrists. he groans, the sudden, rough snap of his hips seemingly an unconscious response. you hear the faint scrape of a zipper to your left, but you know not to let your eyes follow the sound. you don’t think you could if you wanted to.

you love him—it’s the only thing you can think, looking at the strain of his shoulders above you, the bead of sweat that slips down the curve of his throat. you lean up to catch it with your tongue and whisper your love to the rapid flutter of his pulse.

“you love me?” he murmurs, reaching up between you to cover your throat with a hot palm, guiding you back down to the pillows—“just me, baby?”

“only you,” you feel delirious underneath him—the constant, aching drag of him inside of you and the feeling of his hand around your throat. knowing he’ll never tighten his grip—knowing he doesn’t need to. he has all of you. “you, kat, only you—“

“yeah,” he breathes, nodding like it wasn’t rhetorical after all—like he needed to be reminded—“tell ei how fuckin’ good your man makes you feel.”

he grits his teeth and reaches down to pull one of your legs up over his hip—and oh, it’s too much, like this. it’s a deep grind, and faster—his hand leaves your throat to reach down and rub some of the mess you’ve made over your achy little clit. the hot, wet circling of his fingers pulls something entirely incoherent out of you.

“so good,” you croak through tears, barely audible over the wet slap of skin—grabbing frantically for any stretch of skin your fingers can find, trying to pull him to you. “so so good—please baby i need—“

he indulges you then—leans down and presses his mouth to yours so sweetly and gently that it shocks you into an orgasm that lights you on fire. you sob into his mouth and he swallows it all—holding you close while you thrash underneath him—still bullying his way into walls that threaten to milk him dry.

“there you go,” despite the violence of the way he shatters you he speaks to you gently—lowly in between kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and jaw in a way that can only be just for you. “good girl—i got ya—“

he lets out soft moans that make your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you through it—the drag of his cock along your insides almost loving, romantic—like he’s trying to savor it. it feels never ending—he keeps moving and you keep cumming until you’re shivering in his arms.

“my baby,” he whispers into your temple, wrapping around you as if to shield you. a secret only for you to hear, coming back down. “my baby.”

he’s still hard inside you, and you know exactly why, but you leave it be. his fingers reach down to drag across your skin, drawing shapes into the curve of your hip. something he’s never done before—something that can only be seen by eijiro.

you don’t know what it means. you’ll ask him about it later, when sleep isn’t dangling over your head.

[tenderfxck]

under alhaithams desk during a meeting :> idk i think it would be funny making him stay quite while he cums

ooooohohohoho anon you’ve done it now

al haitham//hidden away/gn!reader//18+

contents: gn!reader, semi-public, voyerism, blowjob, teasing, being a lil shit &lt;3

words: man, fuck if i know

notes: i’m sorry i just loooove bullying al haitham, here’s to all of you i’ve awakened a bullying kink in, more like this on the way

archons, could you ever agree with this man?

it felt like hours had passed since you began arguing over these documents. you stood firm that they needed serious revision. al haitham saw them fine as they were.

so the both of you sat there in his office, him at his desk and you peering right over his shoulder, urging him to reconsider. but, stubborn as always, al haitham refused to let up.

typical.

the bickering didn’t stop until you pointed so vigorously at a certain passage your favorite cor lapis ring fell off your index finger and tumbled to the ground, rolling out of sight beneath the scribe’s desk.

“move.” you command, rising from your place beside him.

“hmm? why?” he looks up at you, same stoic expression as always.

you sigh, a noise closer to irritation than exasperation. “my ring, it fell off. i think it rolled under your desk.”

“and?”

“and i’d like it back.” you snap.

“well,” he pushes his chair out form his desk, allowing room to grab the lost item. “i’m not stopping you.”

you glare at him, eyes like daggers as he regards you as if this is nothing out of the ordinary. unhelpful and unyielding as ever.

you scoff at him before dropping to your knees, bending low to search under the ornate looking desk.

was he doing this to assert dominance? to irk you? just to see the swell of your ass as you bend to search?

for how high regard the akademiya holds him, you wonder if he really is just a no-good pervert.

your theories screech to a halt in your head as you hear the sound of al haitham’s study door opening once more.

“excuse me, mr. al haitham?” a timid voice calls.

you freeze under his desk, not daring to breathe as you look up at al haitham. he actually looks surprised at the sudden intrusion, apparently as blind-sided as you were. all until he takes a moment to clear his throat, pulling his chair back into his desk and effectively trapping you under there.

“yes. apologies, i almost forgot about our meeting.”

meeting?

“that’s alright! we were running a bit late ourselves.” from below, you can see two sets of feet sheepishly make their way into al haitham’s office. “let’s get the presentation under way, then.”

oh. you both argued so long that you bled into the allotted time of some poor students’ scheduled meeting with the akademiya’s scribe.

and now he’s too embarrassed to reveal you hiding below his desk.

well, now that you think about it, this could be the perfect opportunity to exact some sweet, sweet revenge.

. . .

his head is racing. it’s been 5 minutes since this in-promptu presentation started and he feels as if he’s losing his mind.

you’re not even moving. archons, you’re not even moving. but he can feel your pretty head resting oh-so-heavy on one thigh and your hand on the other.

shit. he lost himself in the game of teasing you for fun and completely forgot about the rest of his scheduled meetings for today. and just when he finally had the upper hand on you, these bumbling students make themselves known.

after a few deep breaths and a quiet moment, he’s almost convinced himself that you are just hiding down there as to not embarrass the both of you.

yes, you’ll wait until those two finish the small presentation they’ve prepared and then make your way out, never to speak of this predicament again.

until he feels that hand slide up, up, up his thigh.

oh, archons. you’re, you’re-

reaching for his waistband. . .

. . .

he’s lost track of whatever the two of them were prattling on about long ago. his eyebrows are knit tightly, eyes closed, biting down on his bottom lip as to not let any noise escape.

“grand scribe? are you feeling alright? you’re looking awfully red.”

he looks up, shooting the pair a glare that makes them shrink back.

“it’s no matter.” he continues to grasp the armrest of his chair, knuckles white with tension as you show no signs of letting up.

the younger student pipes up in surprising stroke of courage, “i-if you feel you’re running a fever we can come back another day.”

“i said it’s-nggh!”

he feels his cock sink impossibly deeper into your mouth, head only meeting resistance against the back of your throat.

al haitham can’t help but buck up into your mouth, sucking in a harsh breath at the warm heat his aching cock is met with. he had no idea your mouth could be so wet, so warm, so lewd.

“j-just, get this over with.” al haitham barks, breath hitched, squirming in his grand chair hoping the two haven’t caught on just yet.

you can’t help but hum in satisfaction, knowing how flustered that scribe must be now. your thumb glides along his balls, massaging the sensitive skin as your head continues to bob up and down his length, feeling him tense as he draws closer and closer to release.

he really tries to pay attention, he does. but your mouth wrapped so sweetly around his throbbing cock, licking and sucking and teasing him without mercy all from the confines of below his desk is too much to bear, even from a man with a stoic temperament like himself.

it’s too much. your skillful hands, your sinful mouth, the way you work him so earnestly. he can fell himself on the edge, teetering so close to it, all while he has an audience to witness such debauchery.

he can’t, he won’t, he’s—he’s going to. . .

“so, mr. scribe. what do you think?”

al haitham doesn’t register the words. all he can do is reach under his desk and grab your hair, pulling you farther onto his cock as he unravels, shooting his load deep in you throat as he bites his tongue, desperately trying to keep quiet as he cums so hard into your mouth.

he takes a second to breathe, hazy eyes finally focusing on the nervous students once again.

it takes a good second or two before he can realize that they’re waiting for some sort of response.

“yes.” he mumbled, removing a hand from your tangled hair to wave the pair off. “very good. approved.”

the student don’t even bother to question how disheveled the scribe seems, too elated with the news.

“t-thank you mr. scribe! we won’t let you down!” the older stutters, quickly collecting his materials before escaping the room with his junior.

all al haitham can do is sit and gasp, rolling back his chair to witness you remove yourself from his spent cock, cum dripping from your tongue and down to he intricately tiled floor below.

you hold up you hand, covered in his release and sporting a beautiful ring once again on your finger.

“found it.”

[iamasaddie]

come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train

PIMP!JOEL part 1, masterlist paring: Joel Miller x fem!afab!Reader rating: explicit word count: 6k (I told ya) summary: there's a secret you didn't know you had, and you're forced to tell it to Joel // Joel Miller is still a pimp and you still need money, that's it. .a/n: can't believe it actually fucking happened. i'm drained, see y'all sometime. an honest thanks to my lil beta/guardian angel @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog it's hard to imagine this fic happening without her, and my forever support, my ride or fucking ride @bearsbeetsbeskar . I love y'all! warnings (for the series): dub-con(ish); explicit sexual content; Reader is described as bony and malnurished (hungry, duh); sex work; fingering; both protected and unprotected PinV; 69; FMF; oral sex (for everybody); ass play; unprotected anal sex; sex toys; dirty talking; might be something else who knows; NO USE OF Y/N warnings (for the chapter): female masturbation, inexperienced reader, fingering, voyerism (kind of); praise kink; mild dirty talk ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

It was strange waking up in a warm, nice-smelling room. You’ve spent half the night struggling to fall asleep on the couch that didn't bruise your shoulder blades with its hardness. It was laughable, honestly, any other person in your place would be out like a light, and yet you tossed and turned, your body sinking in the softness of Joel’s couch made you almost uncomfortable. That was until he peeked his head from his room, face wrinkled and sleepy, hair sticking in all the different directions.

"I swear to God, rabbit, if you don't stop spinning like a goddamn rotisserie chicken, I’ll drag this couch outside with you on it."

You pushed the blanket he gave you up to your chin and quickly nodded. Who would've thought the man was such a light sleeper.

It was another half an hour or so until sleep finally took you. Time after time, you replayed the events of the past evening in your head, starting with how Joel approached you on the street and ending with the moment when he literally shoved a set of washed bed linen and a small pillow into your hands. He nodded at the sofa, indicating where you could spend your night, and then towards the closed door - you assumed that his room was hidden behind it - and muttered something resembling "if you need me, knock, but better not, I've had a long day."

You wanted to thank him, but for some reason the words wrapped around your tongue like a spider web, not allowing it to move, so you just nodded and began to make up the sofa. Joel stood there for a couple more moments, and then he himself disappeared behind a wooden door that almost lost its once white color with time.

That was the door you'd been staring at for the last half hour, constantly reminding yourself to blink when your eyes started to water. You had no idea what was ahead of you. It was scary, truly, very fucking scary; but you could also imagine what would happen to you if you hadn't agreed to this fucking adventure. 

You were trying to guess what tomorrow would bring you. Would Joel take you to his birdies? Or bring your first client here? Although it was unlikely that he brought unfamiliar men to fuck prostitutes in his apartment ... Nerves gradually overtook all your limbs, icy needles bit the tips of your fingers, cold sweat covered your feet with unpleasant moisture. You turned on your side and curled up in the fetal position, pulling the T-shirt over your knees and hiding your face under the blanket. Tomorrow everything will change. No matter what happens, tomorrow everything would be different. The silence of the apartment was broken by the steady sound of Joel's snoring, which eventually lulled you to sleep.

You were pulled out by a sharp noise and a streaming whisper of Joel's curses from the longest and deepest sleep in the last eternity.

"Fuckin' shit goddamn piece of motherfuckin' crap. Bitch."

You didn't know what elicited such a passionate reaction from the man who seemed more than calm and composed yesterday, but for some reason it made you snicker and you slapped your hand over your mouth to stop the joyful sound.

"Mornin', rabbit. Thought you went into a coma."

He turned to look at you, the open space of the kitchen and living room meant that you were in full view of each other. While you were trying to find a way out of your blanket cocoon, you allowed yourself to look at your host and future boss. Morning Joel was not much different from the one you saw yesterday, except that his hair stuck out in different directions so that the gray strands were more visible, and his shirt was exchanged for a T-shirt. He still wore the same jeans. Barefoot, he moved almost silently around the kitchen opening and closing drawers, taking something from the shelves. You couldn't help but notice how the muscles were obviously moving under his T-shirt, how the dark washed material of his jeans intimately hugged his powerful thighs and buttocks. Whatever he was, he was devilishly handsome. Which ironically suited his reputation.

"Ya gonna keep starin' at my ass or lift yours off the couch and have some breakfast with me?"

You didn't notice that the man looked over his shoulder and noticed your shameless examination of his body a couple of minutes ago. The blood rushed to your cheeks and you felt the familiar heat of shame.

"S-sorry, I wasn't staring."

"'s okay, rabbit. Even nice, considering what we're…" If he said something, you didn't hear, because he mumbled it to himself. You sat up straight, blanket falling off your chest, but still covered your lower half where you currently wore only old cotton panties.

"What we're what?"

"Ehh," he scratched his beard, considering if he should tell you or not and deciding against it. "We'll talk about it after breakfast. And after you take a shower."

"You have a shower here?" You knew that usually, if people or small families were lucky enough to have a separate apartment for themselves, they'd still have to share the shower with other apartments on that floor. It was terrible, but some would rather choose that than have a shower in their home but have to share the place with three assigned roommates like you did.

"Well, I'm definitely not showering in the rain." His attempt at a joke didn't cheer you up, the gears of your brain were still spinning in an attempt to guess what was in store for you. Apart from the obvious. As if hearing your thoughts, Joel once again glanced in your direction, brown eyes ran over your face and body for a couple of seconds, until he shook his head at something he thought about, leaving you in the dark. "C'mon, rabbit, coffee's gettin' cold."

"Coffee?"

When the first jets of scalding hot water flowed over your body, you laughed, letting the water get into your mouth and nose. This feeling was so unfamiliar, but for some reason you missed it like hell. Almost boiling hot, the water like a passionate embrace enveloped your body, every drop was a kiss to your tired skin. For a couple of minutes you just enjoyed the new, yet so familiar feeling, marveling at what comfort such a simple act could bring. 

Joel's bathroom was small, bright, and terribly clean. There were no dirty things scattered on the white tile floor, no black mold in the corners, damnit, there were barely any stains on the goddamn mirror. Fucking psychopath. The shower itself wasn’t surrounded by walls, just a small threshold below that did not allow water to spill over the entire bathroom floor, and a simple plastic curtain that protected everything from splashes. A bar of soap and a washcloth found its place on a makeshift shelf on the sidewall. By that time, you wouldn't be surprised if he had twenty-five jars of various products ranging from balm for his slightly curly hair to a cream for his ballsack. You grinned to yourself as you lathered your hands. Your sense of smell was pierced by the odor of pine and something masculine, although you could not name it. This was exactly how Joel should smell. The man was a mystery to you, but every little detail from his slightly manic cleanliness to the smell he chose made total sense to you. You started to wash the soap off your skin, lightly massaging your own shoulders, arms, legs, until your fingers thoughtlessly reached your pussy.

You never actually paid attention to yourself down there, never wondered if you looked wrong or right, didn't find it in yourself to care. Your philosophy was that as long as it didn't hurt, it was just fine. 

Your lack of sexual experience never bothered you either. There was nothing you could do about it, not when surviving alone took that much of your strength.

What did Joel say yesterday? Sex is good. Well, you'd be the last to know. The one meaningless encounter you had was so long ago that your partner was already faceless in your mind. How could you find pleasure with someone if you couldn't even do that alone? You had no idea what excited you, what made you feel good. You didn't even know what made you feel bad. With every passing minute you grew more and more desperate. What the fuck were you thinking about when you said yes? One encounter would earn you the name of the worst whore in the neighborhood. If you could just...

Your hands traveled across your body, squeezing your soft tits, caressing your waist, and going lower, where you knew your pleasure had to lie. You closed your eyes in an attempt to find something sexy to think of. Without trying hard, an image of Joel leaning over the sink popped in your mind. As your deft fingers awkwardly tried to play with your soft flesh this and that way, you just continued replaying the way his hips moved, the broadness of his shoulders, the obvious strength in his thick thighs. You bit your lips, trying to shut down the little whimpers and moans your body tried to push out ignoring the calls of morality, or your own reason. You kept circling your buzzing clit, fingers growing tired, arousal seeping from you but release nowhere close. It felt like you were on the verge of sneezing, almost-almost-almost, and then nothing, just the devastating feeling that left your eyes watery and nose running.

You let out a frustrated groan, and then screamed, as you heard a loud banging on the door and then Joel's voice no less loud. "Rabbit, are you boiling alive there or what? Sorry to say, but hot water ain't forever, get outta there."

"Sorry! I'll be out in a sec."

You rushed to turn off the water, surprised that you didn't notice it getting gradually colder. Getting out, you dried yourself off with a big towel Joel gave you after showing you to the bathroom. You reached your hand to the only pair of panties you had on you, frowning at the material still being mostly wet since you only washed them before popping in the shower. Sighing but with no other choice, you put them on, wincing when cold wet material touched your still tensed core. Then there was the matter of clothes. You only had what you wore when you came here, and putting that on now would make the shower you took futile. You should have asked Joel for a t-shirt or something. The thought caught you off guard. You just met the man, and here you were thinking about taking his clothes? But then again, you agreed for this man to practically sell your body, so what's a pair of shared clothing items?

With no other choice, you put a towel around yourself, glad that it was big enough to cover you up to mid-thigh. You were just going to ask Joel for some clothes, and then you'd wash your own.

He was waiting for you in the living room, still dressed the same, but his hair looked as if he combed it. For a few moments you just stood there looking at each other, droplets of water fell from your hair and traced your skin. You wished you could read his mind as you watched him slowly taking in your form - from your bare feet to your wet head - with an emotionless look on his face. You spoke first.

"Can I ask for some clothes? Mine's dirty. Really dirty."

He swallowed, as if thinking over your request. "You won't need it now."

"I'm sorry?" That sounded more like ‘what the fuck’, but you weren't known for the ability to keep a poker face.

"I need you to show me how you get yourself off. I need to know what we're working with." He shrugged his shoulders like it was the most mundane thing you were discussing. His familiarity with sex, the easy relationship he had with something so unknown to you, made you feel like a child. Someone inexperienced, and not important enough to engage with. Someone small. You hated the kinds of people that made you feel that way as much as you hated bulky FEDRA soldiers covered in their armor from head to toe. Their power over you was undeniable and made you feel lesser, transformed you into a bug under a giant's thumb, so easy to pick up and crush.

"What do you mean?" That was obviously the wrong question, but it was the only one you could think of, completely taken aback by his words. You kind of knew what would happen to you in theory, you just didn't know what exactly to expect, whether he'd take you to some shady place full of tired women, or if you'd have a room of your own in a dark basement. The only thing you knew for certain was that soon there'd be a stranger between your legs helping you to earn your living. Not once a thought that you'd have to perform whatever act in front of Joel crossed your mind. It just didn't. "Don't I just... Y’know?"

"What? Get your first client for your pretty face and then leave him unsatisfied, and me with a bad reputation?" Joel raised his eyebrows and shook his head, something he'd been doing a lot recently. "No, rabbit, that’s not how it works here."

A bucket of ice-cold water thrown over a sun-licked body would have felt warmer than a single tear of sweat that dripped down your clean back at that moment. "So you, what, fuckin' test every girl you’ve got?" The slight anger that started boiling in you, but it wasn't pointed at Joel per se, you were irritated with yourself for making the man in front of you into something he wasn't. Into something more human, someone who might have some respect for you, when he clearly was just another man that looked at you as if you were a cunt that occasionally talked.

"I don't test, I make sure they're ready for what's to come and they know what they do. Most of my girls, they have more experience than apparently you do," you internally scolded yourself for the embarrassment that ran through you when his words settled in, there was nothing wrong with not sleeping around, you thought. There was nothing wrong with you. Joel, seemingly oblivious to your turmoil, continued, "so they just show me some stuff, and then I'm content that they can do the job."

You cracked your knuckles, freshly cut fingernails unable to leave the bloody crescents on your palms, something that would help distract yourself from an upcoming panic attack. Your stomach made a summersault as you tried to even out your breathing.

"What?" Joel came closer to you, his broad frame in a simple t-shirt and jeans was towering above you, and that feeling of being too small, too unimportant and weak flooded your lungs again. "You're ready to fuck a stranger, but can't show me how you fuck your pussy? Not sure you can stay, then."

Your head snapped and you met his eyes. They were too curious for a person who was ready to let you go, but you were too deep in your nervous breakdown to notice. 

"No, I can, it's just… " He's gonna know and he's gonna throw you out, you thought. No way he wouldn't. He's gonna laugh at you and you're gonna die of hunger in the streets. And then the rats will eat your face. A constant fear that settled in your brain the moment you saw a guy in the streets who met that same fate.

"It's just what?" His voice brought you back from the image of different pests feasting on your lifeless body. 

"I know how sex works, okay?" You could still try, maybe he'd be forgiving for your honesty. "But I didn't spend that much time doing this." You threw your hands pointing around in a vague gesture that clarified nothing. 

His face was all colors of surprise and he didn't even try to hide it. Brown pools filled with merriment rather than disappointment. "This? Masturbating? You spent over twenty years not getting off?"

"Well, I'm sorry  that wasn't my fucking top priority when I was barely conscious to get my body to the bed after working for 17 hours, okay? To an apartment that I shared with three other people!" You felt anger surpassing your shame on the surface and boiling over. You knew snapping at him wasn't the best way to get in the man's good graces, most likely he'd just think you too difficult, and being inexperienced on top of that? Well, that's a one way ticket to the streets. But you couldn't help yourself. Did he actually think that you, what, lived in lavish? Coming home to the silk sheets, having a glass of wine before spending hours on end learning of the pleasure of your body? Was that the kind of girls he had up there? If that was the case, you couldn't hold a candle up to them. 

Your days were long, painful and dirty. You'd been lucky enough if you had enough energy to wipe yourself with a semi-clean rag that was once your t-shirt, as you tried to leave the pitiful excuse for the bathroom and hide in your room. Sometimes you were so hungry and exhausted that you didn't even take your dirty boots off, climbing on your bed, stuffing your hands under your head and praying for the sleep to come sooner and relieve you from the pain of your empty stomach and bloodied blisters.

"Okay, okay, don't get so fuckin' aggressive." He raised his hands in defense, "It's okay. At least I know what we have here."

"So, what... I don't qualify? Should I let myself out?"

"No, you should drop the attitude and sit your ass on the couch." He surprised you again, maybe you should have stopped thinking about the man being the Devil's son and right hand. "Lose the towel and underwear and I'm gonna guide you through it, okay?"

Or maybe not.

"You gonna…?"

"No," Joel didn't let you mind stray too far, "I'm gonna watch and tell you what to do, okay? I've got more than enough experience to be able not to touch you and still help you cum."

You huffed, the arrogance this man had must've been bigger than his dick. "Cocky much?" 

"That, too." He smiled knowingly and passed your question as a joke, but his face quickly turned serious - professional? - as he gave you another way out. "So, you're in or out?"

You didn't bother to reply, turning to walk towards the couch. Your barely cooperative fingers trembled and you forced yourself to relax as you lifted the towel and sat your ass on the couch, hissing when the cold leather met your asscheeks. Did he make your bed? Joel's eyes were on your covered mound and he smirked.

"That's adorable." His index finger - you thought it was at least as thick as both of yours - pointed at your pussy that was now covered in simple cotton panties with a print that said "Thursday" and a sleepy cartoon cat above it. "Today's Monday, though."

Your face heated, all blood from your body traveling to your cheeks and you mumbled, cursing another sign of your poor sexual experience, "I didn't have rations to s - -"

"It doesn't matter," Joel sounded like he meant it, and moved a chair for himself to sit opposite of you. "Some will find it endearing, and others don't care what you wear as long as they know you'll take it off."

You nodded. It wasn't exactly the encouragement you've been hoping for, but then again, it wasn't Joel's job to encourage you. He got comfortable in the chair, spreading his legs wide in what looked like a power move but he seemed to do it unconsciously, and looked at you expectantly, "Take 'em off."

You nodded, mostly to yourself, and hooked your fingers on the still wet material, tugging it down and hearing a wet slap sound as they ungracefully landed at your feet. Unconsciously, your legs pried together, thighs trying to hide what's laying between them.

Joel was sitting across from a big window, gloomy day's light dancing on his face. He kept looking at you, not hurrying, but visibly losing his patience as his nostrils flared when you just continued pressing your thighs together.

 He closed his eyes, rubbing his eyelids, and then focusing back at you.

"Do you want a drink?"

"What?"

"I'm going to pour you a drink, but only this once. I don't allow my girls to be under any kind of substance, understand?"

He got up from the chair and went back to the kitchen, leaving you dumbfounded and half naked alone on the couch. Soon he came back with a glass half filled with amber liquid and handed it to you.

"It's not the best, so better drink it fast, okay?"

You nodded, holding your breath and downing the burning liquid. It wasn't the first time you drank, but you were never a fan of alcohol, usually it only led to an hour of good time followed by at least eight hours of suffering. Joel took the glass from your hand as you coughed, and returned to his seat.

"To make your sexual experience more pleasurable, you need to be excited. You have to be anticipating the pleasure." His voice became more honeyed, or did alcohol already kick in? Whatever it was, you found yourself leaning back on the couch, and relaxing your thighs, though still not spreading them apart. "You need to love your body, you need to be wet and needy. If you don't need anything, you won't get anything. It works like that with everything, including pleasure."

You couldn't take your eyes off his face, furrowed eyebrows cast a shadow over darkening eyes, plump lips that were periodically caressed by his tongue, curved under his words that vibrated under your skin.

"Love your body, rabbit. Caress it, kiss it, excite it. Make yourself needy for your touch, and only then, when you feel like you will cry if you don't do it, can you touch that sweet part of you."

Thoughtlessly, with his words as your accompaniment, with his eyes as your witnesses, you let your hands start caressing your body. Face, neck, hands, with every light touch you grew hotter, with every light touch you wanted more.

"That's it, rabbit, good girl." His voice was barely louder than a whisper, it intertwined with your breathing and you no longer cared how many people were looking at you - a hundred, or him alone. Your hands pulled at the knot holding the towel on your chest, completely exposing you in front of a virtual stranger. As if possessed, you continued stroking yourself, concentrating on the tense nipples, pinching and immediately caressing them with the soft pads of your fingers. Your moan drowned out the quiet "fuck" that Joel gritted through his clenched teeth, and your tightly closed eyes didn't allow you to see him leaning closer, as if he was trying to sniff your arousal in the air.

Your movements grew bolder, greedier. You continued to caress your body, squeezing, pinching and immediately soothing the sensitive skin with gentle touches. Your neck was covered with beads of sweat, and your tongue was constantly moistening your dried lips. Your body was buzzing, you felt like every nerve under your skin was raising to attention, every pore seeking the pleasure your touches promised. Your pussy throbbed, and you clenched your thighs together but now for a completely different reason.

"Touch your clit, rabbit, go on."

His voice was low, like a growl, it also sounded like a beast that was trying to break out of you. Forcing yourself to move slower with all your might, through the hollow between your breasts, diving into the pool of your navel, you soon brought the fingers of your right hand to your almost vibrating clit. Trying not to lose touch with your pleasure, you continued to pull at your swollen nipples followed by Joel's pleased hums. As if forgetting to report to your brain, your thighs parted, exposing your thirsty, wet core where your fingers were reaching. Not wanting to torture yourself anymore, you traced your middle and ring finger through your slit to your sopping entrance to gather some slick and brought them back to your twitching clit.

Your body shattered, as you let out a broken cry when your fingers started playing with your pussy. It was still tense, remembering the pleasure you failed to get mere moments - or was it hours - ago. Up, down, circle. Up, down, circle. Faster, faster, faster still. Your fingers felt cramped, your release nowhere close. Tears sprung to your face and you let out helpless cries and moans, knowing full well that you're failing. Again.

Was there something so wrong with you? Were your settings so fucked up, that even though you wanted the pleasure, you felt your orgasm mocking you so so close, you still couldn't grab it. 

Your movements became more frustrated, frantic, almost painful at this point, as your left hand proceeded to practically torture your raw nipples.

"Stop, rabbit." You ignored the voice of the only witness of your most intimate failure and continued flaying your sensitive pussy with rough strokes, almost like you were trying to get revenge at her for failing you. "I said stop, dammit." A large, slightly damp palm wrapped around the wrist of your possessed hand and only then did you abruptly open your eyes, realizing how close Joel was. Your face was hurting from the strain with which you wrinkled it, your teeth almost began to crumble right in your mouth.

"I told you to love your body, not to take revenge on it for all the sins of humanity. What the hell, rabbit?"

"I was almost there," you sobbed pathetically. Your once again lost pleasure made your whole body ache, like you were twisted in the wrong way, bones broken, skin bruised.

"Yes, you were, and what happened then? Why the fuck did you go serial killer on your poor pussy?"

"I couldn't."

"You couldn't?" His eyebrows shot up as he waited for you to continue.

"I get to this point where I feel like it's right there, like I might cum any second, and then I don't." You dropped your head, eyes raking over your naked body, filling your head with embarrassment as Joel, on his knees in front of you and way too close to your still aching pussy, acted as if it was the most normal situation ever. Maybe it was, you couldn't understand anything anymore. "I think I'm broken," your whisper was defeated, just as your spirit.

Joel was still holding your wrist, his thumb thoughtlessly drawing circles on your skin when he shook his head and tried to look into your salt-soaked eyes.

"You're not broken, rabbit. You just think too much with that pretty head'a yours. Y'see," his hand let go of yours, and he brought his index finger to your thigh, tracing abstract lines on your damp skin. You didn't shy away or tell him to stop, so he continued, "pleasure ain't in your head. You need to learn to turn it off."

Easier said than done, you huffed. You were overthinking your whole life, every decision, every movement, every fucking breath. If having an orgasm meant to stop doing that, you were fucked. 

"And what if I can't?"

"Then you'll have to learn, and while you do that, you can try giving off your control." You met his eyes, curiosity pooling in yours, determination in his. "Will you let me help you out a little?"

You were either too tired, or too scared to ask him to elaborate what he meant by that. Your body was tired and needy, wanting something you couldn’t give it. Maybe he could. He brought you to this point without even touching. You nodded once, not wanting to appear too eager. Joel nodded in return, sealing the deal.

His hot palms wrapped around your thighs, spreading them wider and allowing him to fit between. He didn't look up at you anymore, all his attention was turned to the center of your womanhood, to the place where you were burning with hellfire. He must have felt at home.

“Look at her, so pretty, so needy. She just needs the right kind of attention.” 

It was on the verge of ridiculous to hear him speak about your pussy like that, but you were far from laughing when his thick fingers pried your drenched lips open, exposing your clit to his eyes. His face was too close, and for a moment you could swear you saw him lick his lips, an action that made you both excited and uneasy. There was no way he would…No, as his thumb connected to the burning skin to the right of your clit, somewhere where you rubbed yourself raw, you gave yourself a smack for your passing thought. He’s a man, he wouldn’t. He started circling your clitoris with the rougher tip of his thumb, without directly touching it. Joel’s movements were slow, patient. He listened to your breath hiking up, little puffs of air roughly leaving your lungs when he circled too close to the pinnacle of your pleasure. Your eyes went glassy, looking at him staring directly at your cunt and whispering little praises did something to your body. It elicited a reaction you weren’t ready for.

“Pussy so obedient, she takes everything and asks for more. Hear how wet she is?” Proving his words he dipped lower, gathering a gush of slick that never stopped streaming from your entrance. The sounds were vulgar, you never heard them. You were never this wet before, and you’d start worrying if the physical joy he brought to you wasn’t so overwhelming. 

You felt yourself climbing on that familiar ladder of pleasure, for the third time today your body started thrumming, begging you for release. Sending to hell all the thoughts holding you back, you let the music of sex pour out of your very gut. Quiet moans, desperate cries - all of it only raised the level of your pleasure. “Good girl, don’t hold it. Let me hear you sing.”

 Joel continued building sensation stroking diagonally across your clit. His surprisingly soft, light touch gradually became more intense as he exchanged stroking to playing with pressure. He let his thumb and pointer finger squeeze your sensitive bud, gently gripping your swollen skin.

You felt like you were about to be torn apart, you just lacked something… You couldn't understand what and almost sobbed in despair. Joel noticed that your melody was becoming minor. “What do you need, rabbit? What does your beautiful pussy want? Listen to her.”

“I don’t know,” your body thrashed like you were possessed, but Joel pressed his left hand into your navel steadying you.

“Yes, you do. Listen to your body, baby, come on.”

“Fingers, please, put your fingers in me!”

“Good girl,” he whispered victoriously. His thumb returned to stroking your puffy, tortured clit just in time as two of his thick fingers entered your begging body. 

No matter how much you studied yourself, no matter how many fingers you shoved into your inexperienced hole, nothing could compare to how Joel's fingers stretched you. Just two, they brought a burning sensation, which with its sole existence pushed you beyond the limits of pleasure known to man. His pace, which started out slow and gentle, steadily increased, bringing a new level of intensity. You felt your body gravitating towards the much needed release as the blood rushed to your core. Joel never stopped paying attention to your clit, drawing tight circles around the tense bud as he kept exploring your insides with his fingers. Your mind was blank as the arousal overtook all of your senses, goosebumps danced on your skin and the salty taste of your sweat gave your lips a new flavor. As if he was possessing your body, without mistake Joel kept zoning in on the areas your body responded to the most, his touch more rhythmic and consistent as he went. Every moan and tiny gasp that left you he used as the roadmap to your inevitable pleasure. You let yourself get lost in his movements, the pleasure he elicited from your body, and the heavy breathing that you both shared. Your cunt enveloped his digits perfectly, tight entrance drooling around thick fingers that shallowly thrusted in and out of you in a steady motion, curling at the very end and touching a spot you didn’t know you owned. You were exhausted with all of the sensation as you finally cried out, your own hands squeezed your tits enough to leave bruises. 

The feeling that enslaved your body was all-consuming, and you were too consumed by euphoria to notice the hungry, almost possessed look Joel sported on his face as your juices gushed all over his hand.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, rabbit?" 

Joel got off the floor and threw himself on the couch beside you. With a quick and efficient motion he tugged the slightly wet towel from under you and cowered your naked front as much as he could. Your lips curved in a tight-lipped smile as you wordlessly thanked him. 

"It was hard, doing this." As soon as your brain cleared from the post-orgasming fog, you started thinking again. Bees of rationality stinging your still soft and barely functioning body, making you doubt everything. "And I could only cum when you helped me. Don't think the clients will be up for that."

"Do you think you could masturbate and make yourself cum on your own now?" He leaned his head against the back of the sofa, but turned slightly to you, watching how the familiar sense of doubt twisted your face.

"I think so, yeah. You... you showed me and... Why?" You copied his pose, and now your heads were turned to each other ten centimeters apart. You didn't find it awkward.

"I can show you everything else, too. If you're afraid or not sure. I mean it's not hard to find a man who'll get off on your innocence," you wrinkled your nose imagining a pervert that would ask you to put on bows and white stockings. "Or I can guide you through, teach you anything you'll need before you start workin'."

"Why would you do that?"

"Why not?" He shrugged his shoulders, trying to find a more convincing response. "It's in my best interest, isn't it?"

You shrugged your shoulders back, your nakedness becoming mundane to you, even though you started feeling chills creeping up your body as the towel failed to keep you warm.

"So?"

"Yeah, I think it'd be best," the pleasure Joel gave to you still thrummed through your veins, making your decision easier than it should've been. "For the both of us."

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Her Grace's Handmaiden. Pt3

(Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader x Jaime Lannister: SMUT threesome, voyerism, praise kink, oral (Male receiving) )

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

After the event with the mare, the queen saw fit that you would be given basic riding lessons.

"Right, now just do exactly as he says" Cersei emphasized. "No second guessing or backtalk. Treat him as you would me."

"Of course, Your Grace" You were wrapped in a thin wool cloak and worn leather boots, bracing against the chill of the coming autumn. The summer had to end sometime, you supposed.

"My brother is being very generous, offering to teach you." Cersei reminded you.

"I am very grateful for the help" You kept your eyes trained ahead, not wanted to see presumptuous by looking at the queen too much or talking too much.

It was bizarre, two high-borns taking such an interest in someone like you. It made you uneasy, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I certainly don't to embarrass myself more than I already have."

Jaime was waiting for you by the stables, dressed in sturdy riding leather. His blonde hair flopped into his eyes and was brushed back with a gloved hand before he spotted your approach and smiled charmingly.

"Sweet sister" he greeted Cersei before resting his pale green eyes on you "And your new plaything."

"Now Jaime" Cersei chided him, "Be nice, Y/N isn't used to your teasing like I am."

"She will be" Jaime smirked at you, watching the blush creep up your neck and across your face. "Come, let's get started."

"I'll be waiting with the party, my dear." Cersei touched your shoulder, quickening your pulse as you whipped around.

"Your Grace, you're leaving?"

"Rest assured, you are in good hands" The queen insisted, flashing you a cryptic smile. "Good luck"

"Charming, isn't she?" Jaime came from behind you, watching as his sister left you to your own devices. "Come now, the faster we start, the faster you can stop being bullied by Clegane and that rabid stallion of his."

Eager to stand (er, ride) on your own two feet, you followed him before realizing there was only one horse readied.

"Uh, Ser?"

"You didn't think I'd jump to letting you ride on your own that quickly, did you?" Jaime practically laughed in your face. "Here, you first."

"I..." you gawked at the saddle the horse was set with. "You mean riding astride?"

"Something wrong with it?"

You thought for a moment before embracing your mistress's request to trust the knight.

"No, not at all"

He hoisted you up onto the back of his sturdy mount before swinging his legs up behind you. You swallowed a gasp, suddenly finding yourself pressed between the pommel of the saddle and Ser Jaime's chest.

"Let's get into some open terrain so you have space to learn"

Before you could protest, the knight had set the beast off at a quick gallop, one hand gripping the reigns and the other arm wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you from falling off.

Once you were well away from the party and in a broad scope of field, Jaime stopped the horse.

"Now," He handed you the reigns and without preamble place two solid hands on your shoulders. "The first thing to know about proper horse riding is your posture. You want to guide the beast properly? You have to sit it properly."

He gently guided your shoulder back, straightening your spine in the process.

"Now there's a saying my riding master taught me as a boy. And while it may seem forward, I need you to trust me."

Your skin prickled at the near constant contact between your bodies but tried to push it down and focus on the lesson. "Her Grace insisted you were the best. You have my full trust, Ser."

"Good Girl" Jaime praised in a tone that almost melted into a purr. "Now the first thing you want to remember about riding a horse is; Shoulders like a Soldier..."His hands slid from your shoulders, down your arms, before coming to rest on your hips. "and Hips like a Whore."

"Ser!" You gasped but Jaime tutted you into submission.

"I warned you it was forward, but just trust me." He soothed, "Now I am going to drive the horse forward slowly, and I want you to just-" His grip on your hips tightened "Follow the motion."

The beast began to move forward at a gentle walk and as the they went; Jaime's hands slowly guided your hips to match the motion of the horse's gait.

"A little faster?" He asked and you nodded, growing in confidence.

The walk turned to a trot, and the trot to a brisk cantor, and finally to a full gallop which left you breathless, clinging to the horse with your thighs as if you might fall off at any moment.

"Very good" Jaime practically cooed in your ear, slowing the beast back down to a peaceful trop. "You are everything my sister promised."

You beamed at that, proud to have lived up to your mistress's praises.

As your breath returned to you, you began to notice something different. Something that hadn't been there when you started your ride.

A hardness pressed against your ass, brushing up against you with the motion of the beast below you.

"S-ser Jaime." You swallowed. "We should go-"

"Go back, so soon?" Jaime crooned, pulling you closer to him in the saddle and bringing the horse back to a quick trot. "It's a lovely day, we should take advantage of it"

The hardness grew, and you tried not to notice until you felt it twitch slightly and Jaime muffled a moan in his throat.

"I don't think Her Grace would-"

"Would what?" Jaime grinned knowingly at your confused tone. "Sweetling, why do you think she left you out here all alone with me?"

"Because she trusts you, you're her brother."

"Hm" Jaime's hands massaged your hips slowly, running over your soft thighs and even venturing around to the front to cup your sex through your skirt.

You gasped at the sudden touch, pulse pounding as his two fingers skillfully located your slit and began to rub gently through the fabric of your dress.

"Ser" You breathed, trying to organize your thoughts as Jaime pulled your hips back to him, your back flush against his chest, rubbing slow circles through your skirt with the tips of his fingers.

"Just relax, sweetling" He breathed into your ear, "If you get too excited, the horse will sense it. Then we're both in trouble."

"We shouldn't..."

"I don't see you stopping me." He pointed out, hips continuing to brush the length of his cock against your ass. "All I feel is your body heating up against mine. Are you getting excited?"

"Oh Gods." Without thinking, you scrambled off the horse, falling onto your back as you did so.

Jaime laughed out loud, dismounting skillfully and grabbing you by the ankle before you could run for camp.

"Easy, easy girl" He chuckled, batting off you attempts to kick him like they were nothing. "Just calm down."

"The Queen will know." You gasped, heart suddenly pounding. "Her Grace, she trusted me, she's done so much for me, and now I'm here with you and she'll be so angry."

Hot tears began to stream down your face as you began to panic. Jaime paled, not expecting this to go this badly as he attempted to shush your sobs.

"No, no, no, Darling. Just listen, just listen" He tried to grab your attention. "Look, we'll go back to camp. We'll see my sister. Everything will be okay; I swear to you."

Not quite believing him and half convinced your mistress would abandon you here in the wilderness as soon as she heard, you wiped your tears and nodded.

Jaime gathered you in his arms and guided you back to the horse and ferried you both back to the party. He did his best to hide your distress from everyone else as you approached the queen's royal caravan.

"Enter." Cersei turned eagerly as her brother entered, giddy to see how her plan unfolded before her face fell. "What happened?"

Jaime opened his mouth to explain but before he could, you fell to your knees and bowed lowly.

"Your Grace," You sobbed into the ground. "I'm so sorry, I have failed you and betrayed you. I am not worthy of your mercy, but I beg for it all the same."

"I-" Cersei starred at Jaime who shook his head, shrugging in a helpless fashion. "Jaime, what did you do?"

"Exactly what you told me to do, I swear." Jaime insisted,

"Oh" Cersei's mind clicked with understanding and an amused smile crept across her face. "Oh, Y/N. You stupid little thing. Get up."

You obeyed, wiping your tears as the Queen knelt down to look at you.

"Y/N, I sent you out with Jaime *hoping* he would seduce you."

"What?"

"Yes, sweetling." She laughed, "You've been so good for me these last few weeks, and I wanted to reward you. You foolish girl, look at you worked up over nothing. Don't you feel ridiculous?"

You did, ridiculous and embarrassed and ashamed.

"Ser Jaime, I owe you an apology." You couldn't meet his eye, "Her Grace told me to trust you and instead I took you for a villain. Please forgive me?"

"I suppose I can." The knight nodded. "Though you did leave me in quite the uncomfortable position."

"Oh" a blush flooded your face again. "I'm sorry."

"Sweetling" Cersei placed a hand on the top of your head, "You aren't thinking of denying my reward for you, are you?"

"I-" The words caught in your throated. "Your Grace, I-. But-"

"Jaime, come here." Cersei beckoned her brother closer, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "You haven't quite earned the privilege of my bed yet. Treat Ser Jaime as you would me."

Your instructions were clear, and if it pleased your mistress, you were more than happy to comply.

Cersei's nimble hands reached forward to undo the laces of Jaime's trousers, pushing you forward to do the rest as she returned to the chaise with an eager gleam in her eye.

"Have you ever bedded a man before?" Jaime asked and you nodded. It had only been once, but you remembered how everything worked.

Peeling through layers of fabric, you freed the knight's semi-hard cock from his small clothes and scooted closer to him on your knees. A deep rumble of a groan filled the caravan as you took the tip in your mouth, sucking gently before taking more and more length down your throat. Before long, the tip of your nose was buried in the patch of fine blond hair at the base.

"Gods" Jaime breathed, a hand reaching down to grasp at your hair. "Gently, darling gent-" His words caught in his throat as you drew your tongue up the length of him before swiftly taking it whole, gagging slightly to accommodate it. The taste of salty pre-cum coated your taste buds and you hummed with satisfaction.

"That's enough."

You paused your ministrations when your mistress cut in sharply.

"Jaime," she crooned lowly, "Don't be greedy."

Jaime sighed, his brow already shining with perspiration as he withdrew his cock from your throat, a thin strand of saliva hanging from your lips as you gazed up at him.

"The queen is right, sweetling." He sighed, guiding you up by the tip of your chin. "This is supposed to be your reward, not mine."

Eagerly, you allowed him to unlace your bodice and aided him in removing your skirt and small clothes.

"Excited little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, pulling you in for a deep kiss. His tongue prodded at your lips pleadingly until you parted them, making sure to explore his mouth as much as he did yours. He growled at this, unaccustomed to not being the dominant one, but you responded by sharply nipping his lower lip and grinning. He pulled away with a challenged look, as if calculating his next move.

"Come here" He spat, spinning you around and pulling your back flush against his chest, one hand snaked to your throat as the other danced across your chest. His calloused fingers grazed over your nipples, which responded eagerly as he palmed the softness of your breasts.

"Look" He breathed in your ear, rubbing his hips against your ass as he had in the field. "If you'd been a good girl, we'd have had privacy. Now look at you, about to be fucked in front of your queen."

You moaned at this, biting your lower lip and closing your eyes as he chuckled against your shoulder.

"Or maybe you like this better? Tell me, how long has it been since you've been properly fucked, hm? Years, perhaps?" His hand wondered between your legs once more, locating the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew drove women wild.

"That's right sweet girl," He breathed, firmly pressing his fingers against your clit. Your body tensed and your hips didn't know if they should chase the pleasure of his fingers or flee the intensity of the electricity building between your legs. "Now now, you stay right there."

One hand tweaking your hard nipples and the other pressing your ass against the knight's cock as it circled your clit, you knew you wouldn't last long like this. Your thighs trembled and tried to tighten around his hand, which only made him tease you more.

"Look at this sister, only a few minutes and her body is begging for release. Is that what you want, sweetling? To cum in front of your mistress?"

"Gods, yes! Please, please, please." You begged, skin slick with sweat.

"What a sweet girl, begging so nicely for us." Jaime cooed, sucking on the crook of your neck with a humming laugh. "What do you think, sister?"

You looked up and saw your mistress's face alight with excitement, her own thighs squeezing together as she watched the show her brother put on for her.

"I think....not"

You whined when Jaime all at once withdrew his touch from your body.

"Take her to the bed. I want to watch her cum around you." Cersei requested and Jaime gladly obliged.

"Tell me, sweet sister," Jaime hummed, watching Cersei leave her chaise to meet him at the bed where he deposited your aching, desperate body. "How would you like your little slave fucked?"

"Bend her over" Cersei demanded without hesitation, cupping your face almost gently as Jaime flipped you on your stomach. "I want to watch your face when he fucks you."

Her words drove another spike of need between your legs as Jaime spread your thighs and thrust into your dripping cunt without preamble. The sudden intrusion made you instantly clench around him and claw at the bedding desperately as he drove into you over and over.

"Look at me." Cersei cooed, watching your eyes dart rapidly trying to find her, "Gods, you look so pretty like this. How does he feel inside of you? What I would give to fuck you like this." Her hands petted your hair, damp and clinging to your neck and forehead with sweat. When she spoke to you like this, it was like the whole world melted away and became an extension of her. Even Jaime, especially Jaime, was just an extension of her and her will. She was the one who was fucking you right now, and it was her who made the muscles in your core snap as waves of pleasure washed over you.

When your body began to spasm under him, Jaime could only hold back long enough to pull out as quickly as he possibly could, coating your ass and back with ropes of cum. His weight collapsed on top of you for a moment, both of you breathing heavy. Both of you feeling like you'd been fucked by someone who hadn't even touched you.

Cersei rose up off the bed and tossed a rag at Jaime before leaning over you again, peppering soft kisses over your still sensitive skin.

"Good girl, sweet girl, how wonderful you've been for me." she purred.

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3.5k of pebble and ivy torturing mountain because he’s new and flustered and doesn’t know what he wants and the opportunity that presents itself is too good.

Warnings for voyerism/exhibitionism, some degrading, slight slight manipulation if you squint, little bit of pain but blink and you’ll miss it.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him”

Or mountains a cute new summon and pebble and ivy can’t help but sexually frustrate him to no end.

It really wasn't mountains faults.

Pebble had told him to meet him in the greenhouse for a lesson. Enriching the soil or harvesting or something, he didn’t catch it. A quick note in between staring at Ivy who was wrapped around him in the common room. Honestly he barely mumbled out the time before Ivy was pulling his attention away once again.

He enjoys watching them, a mixture of jealousy and tantalization at seeing the two be so close and physical all the time. They brought a sense of loving comfort and a more sensual edge to them, at least to mountain, who was often at their heels learning his way around the abbey.

Mountain walks out into the garden to meet them, seeing no trace of the two. His eyes widened at the more than familiar sounds coming from the back corner where the greenhouse stood. Hushed whispers and moans that were unmistakable even to the new ghoul. The sounds grew louder as he walked closer, mountains feet moving completely on their own accord as if some weird part of his brain actually wanted to get a glimpse of them.

The door opens slowly, mountain internally cursing the old thing for being so rusted that he can barely get it unlatched without it telling on him. His hands shake as they grip the handle, the guilt and shame of trying to watch them making his breath hitch, but he can’t force himself to stop. The greenery covers him as he ducks to peek around the corner.

Pebble has Ivy bent over and pinned against a workbench. One claw digging deep into his hips and the other wrapped around the base of his cock.

“dont you fucking dare cum, be good and take it”

“pebble please I need it I-“

Mountains face flushes deep crimson at the sight of them. The waning sunlight reflects off of the tears slipping down ivy's face and the sound of him whimpering against the wood has mountain breathing heavily.

But pebble? The way pebble treats Ivy like he’s something to use makes mountain feel indescribable. He almost chokes when he hears how pebble speaks to him, at how pebble rakes his nails down his skin and smiles when ivy cries out in pain. It feels weird and his pants are too tight and he shouldn’t be watching this. He's dirty, perverted but it’s impossible to tear his eyes away from them.

A quiet, high pitched whine is ripped from his throat as he adjusts in the uncomfortable position he had settled in, hard and too worked up to think straight.

Suddenly pebbles head turns towards mountain.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him” pebble yanks ivys head to the side by his hair to look at mountain. Pebbles hands are quick on Ivy’s cock and before he knows it ivys spilling all over pebbles fist with mountains name on his tongue.

It’s overwhelming, and mountains head clouds as he once again tries to apologize but pebble is too quick for him to react properly. Any thoughts being overpowered by the situation he’s found himself in. Guilt and arousal combined to subdue the regret in his throat almost completely.

Pebble gestures him over without a word, motioning for him to kneel on the grass in front of him. A hand brushes his lips before he realizes what pebble is telling him to do. He doesn’t feel in control of himself as his lips part, staring into pebbles eyes like he’s being controlled and pebble just slips his fingers into his mouth, wiping ivys release onto his tongue before placing his hand under his chin to close it.

“Good boy”

Through blurry vision mountain watches pebble hastily redress himself and ivy, hoisting him back onto shaky legs and giving him a once over accompanied by a sweet kiss. Pebbles attention turns back to mountain, also offering him a hand up and a pat on the cheek before walking out.

It seems like a game to pebble, a joke of some sorts that only really he is in on. The wicked smile as he caught mountain, then looking at him innocently like he hadn’t just made him lick someone else’s cum off his fingers. Mountain doesn’t know what to think.

A haze takes over him whenever he bumps into the two, the memory of the greenhouse incident being the only thing he can think about when he sees pebbles face. Innocent exchanges having mountain flustered and walking off to cool himself down even though nothing has happened.

The interactions don’t stay innocent however.

Mountain chalks it up to a wrong place, wrong time situation instead of anything more sinister. He can’t be blamed for freezing as he notices the lewd wet sounds coming from the living room. Especially since pebble just can’t keep his mouth shut.

Pebble sits on the couch with ivy nestled between his legs. Fingers tangled in his soft brown hair guiding his mouth up and down on his cock.

“What do you think mountain would think if he saw me use you like this sweet pea?” Pebble coos, a mocking smile to his voice that has Ivy whining, muffled and high in his throat. Mountain doesn’t know what to do with himself besides stand still and watch trying to hide himself behind the stair railing.

“Would he just think you’re a dumb whore? Maybe he’d want his own turn with you?” Ivys cheeks heat up more than they already had just thinking about it. Another soft, pathetic sound escapes his throat as pebble pulls hard on his hair, taking him off of his cock. Mountain can’t tear his eyes away, can’t retreat back up the stairs as he knows he should. He feels gross, like he shouldn’t be catching them, shouldn’t be thinking about them like this.

“Oh I know baby, maybe we can ask him” pebble smiles, talking just a bit too loud to be a coincidence.

It’s on purpose. Pebble is a fucking tease.

Every incident is set up just so mountain can catch them. Fucking ivy in plain sight where he knows mountain will be and honestly it’s just to see how much he can get away with. How far he can take his shenanigans before he breaks the innocent ghoul and forces him to use his words to tell them what he wants.

Ivy can’t act innocent either, absolutely involved in the game along with pebble. He plays himself up just to see mountains reaction. Moans when pebble mentions him knowing damn well he’s just around the corner. A bit of pity stays in the back of his mind, but the knowledge that mountain wants them so badly he barely knows what to do with himself is more than enticing to him. He craves the attention he gets from it, craves the fact that someone else needs him. Ivy especially loves how possessive pebble gets at knowing this too, that he needs to show Ivy off like some sort of trophy. So he continues to play along, presenting himself as a good little toy.

Mountain struggles. Hes jumpy, cautious when entering rooms like he might just walk right in on something he’s not meant to. Slow to come around corners and down the stairs, always listening a bit too intently. Pebble and ivy honestly find it cute how careful he appears to be, considering they know how much he likes stumbling upon them.

It doesn’t take much for mountain to break.

Walking in on them almost daily for a week has him about to fall to his knees and beg in front of pebble's door. Not even knowing what he’s asking for, just knowing he wants.

The last straw is walking in on the two again in the living room.

Once again slowly creeping down the stairs, listening intently for any signs he should instead abandon the idea and leave. He doesn’t hear it at first, assuming he’s safe until he’s too far into the room to back out.

Ivy sits on the couch with pebble settled between his legs this time. Both of his hands cover his face but mountain can tell how flushed he is. His breathing is ragged, heavy, as if he’s desperately trying to calm himself down and the smile on pebbles face tells mountain all he needs to know.

Something about Ivy’s cock twitching and leaking as pebble kisses at the head absolutely destroys him. Saliva pools in mountains mouth, and he can’t help but straight up gawk at the situation in front of him.

Hes been caught, he knows he has, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Pebble makes eye contact with him from the floor as he kitten licks ivys tip, curiously eyeing mountain as he lets a line of drool fall from his lips and down the shaft. It feels more like a command than just making him watch, the way his eyes shift as if he is beckoning mountain over to him.

He goes anyways, even if he isn’t sure. They’ve been teasing him for so long he can’t bring himself to believe it’s not on purpose anymore. The upwards curve of pebbles lips confirm his thoughts as he nods downward, motioning mountain to kneel beside him.

“Come on, you know what to do big guy”

Mountain looks back at him with something that can only be described as panic. He looks like a deer in head lights with his fingers digging into his knees

“I- I wouldn’t wanna intrude” he attempts to stammer out, looking for any excuse that doesn’t make him sound entirely incompetent.

“You aren’t, look at the poor thing, he’s been wanting your mouth for a while big guy” pebble smiles, with the tiniest bit of giddy to his voice knowing mountain has no clue what he’s doing. Practically taunting him.

Ivy can’t even look down at the two. He continues to hide his face with his hands, red and teary eyed and with how hard and angry his leaking cock looks, mountain can’t imagine how long pebbles been edging him, just waiting for him to show up.

“Just think you’d be better at it” mountain whispers

“Oh do you? Never done this before maple leaf?”

“No i-“ mountain starts, the blatant lie dying in his throat.

“Did you hear that sweet pea, you get to be mountains first” pebble smiles, claws gripping ivys thighs to get his attention. “Aren’t you honored to be able to be the first to fuck his sweet mouth?”

Ivy barely responds with something akin to whimper as pebble scratches him harder, his cock twitching once again at the pain.

“Just watch”

Pebble grips ivy at his base, giving him a good slow lick from root to tip before taking the head in his mouth. Ivy can’t help but give a pained whine when pebble pulls off once again with a little pop, lips pink and a little swollen from teasing Ivy for who knows how long.

There’s a tug at mountains shirt, pebble pulling him to be between ivys legs instead.

“Show me what you learned, cmon”

It’s so clumsy, mountain loosely grips Ivy in fist as if he’s scared to hurt him. He takes a second to look up, before thumbing over his tip as he watches more pre drip down the head, running down his shaft. He feels mesmerized, watching in awe while Ivy reacts to his every touch.

Mountain chases it with his tongue, licks a thick stripe up ivys shaft to catch it and ivy can’t help but almost buck into his mouth at the sensation.

“Don’t be greedy” pebble snaps at the earth ghoul above them “I’ve taught you better manners than that”

Ivy somehow goes more red than he was, mumbling out an apology behind his hands.

Mountain doesn’t even process most of the conversation, much too caught up in ivys taste. Something between tree sap and honey with his own musk mixed in. He can feel the pulse in his dick, the way it throbs in his hand and the entire situation in front of him is the only thing mountain can really focus on.

Pebble places a loving hand in his hair to attempt to coax him back to earth. His thumb strokes his scalp while mountain just stares at Ivy’s dick. Cleaning him delicately with his tongue as if he’s savoring the taste. Pebble pushes down on his head slightly to find it's much too easy to guide mountains mouth down, using barely any force to coax Ivy’s cock down his throat.

“Just keep those pretty lips open, relax”

Mountain gags a little, making pebble ease the pressure on his scalp off.

“Just breathe through your nose, relax, you’re ok” pebble tells him, voice softer than mountains ever heard it and honestly the kindness makes his vision blur. A complete whiplash to the usual harsher, more sarcastic tone he has.

Ivy isn’t very big, a decent couple inches, not very thick around but mountain struggles anyways. He tries hard, really gives it his best, letting pebble pull him up and down. His eyes water as he tries to force himself to relax. It feels weird, not bad, but it’s different. There comes a point where he’s practically bobbing on his own, pebble barely using any pressure anymore and mountain truly seems in a trance, almost cock drunk just off of only sucking on ivy for a couple minutes.

Pebbles other hand holds Ivy tightly at his base to prevent him from cumming embarrassingly early. Being edged for god knows how long combined with the sight of pebble practically teaching mountain how to use him, it’s just too much for ivy, and pebble absolutely knows that.

It’s a weird power trip for mountain to watch Ivy squirm above him, knowing he’s completely out of his mind with need just from his mouth. The sight of him desperate and practically ruined only fueling mountain to keep going as long as pebble lets him. Ivy’s hips buck as his legs shake, no doubt getting too close for pebble to be able to stop him anymore.

Pebble pulls mountain off just as Ivy is about to tip over the edge, quickly hooking a finger into his mouth to force it open. The other hand strokes Ivy, working him through his orgasm as he releases onto mountains face. He hungrily laps at what little bit got onto his lips and tongue. A dazed, static feeling settles into his brain and he can’t bring himself to close his mouth again. Hot and flushed, panting as ivys cum still sits warm on his skin. Mountain looks completely ruined, and pebble can’t help but feel proud of the two, if not jealous.

The sight of mountain completely ruined after just using his mouth is more than pebble thinks he can take. Honestly he can’t help himself. Thinking of the sounds he made with Ivy’s dick in his mouth, the look of submission in his eyes while pebble manhandled him into doing what he wanted, it’s too much for him to not need to get his hands on mountain himself.

He finds him in the greenhouse a couple days later. Leaned forward against the workbench mixing soils. There’s a tense smile as pebble walks in, mountain clearly being wary of the situation but knows what’s probably about to transpire anyways. He turns and backs up without being made to, giving easy access for pebble to drop to his knees in front of him.

There’s a struggle with mountains belt, pebbles shaky hands clumsily undoing the metal, an uncharacteristic nervousness about him as he works. He fumbles with the zipper, tugging at his jeans and boxers until he can pull mountain out fully.

Pebbles mouth waters. He almost moans when he finally sees mountains cock in front of him. He’s much bigger than he imagined, his hand barely wraps around the base and pebble curses under his breath. Mountain can’t help but feel a pang of pride at the way pebble acts so flustered at seeing his size.

His tongue darts out to kitten lick at the head, making mountain lean back to grip the workbench and push his hips forward slightly in hopes pebble will just swallow him down instead of playing his usual games.

A line of spit falls from pebbles lips and runs down his shaft. He makes a display of himself, mouth wide as he continues to tease, looking up at mountain through his eyelashes. He swirls his tongue around the head, before licking a fat line from his base, catching the small amount of pre that’s already started to form. He continues to tease until mountain is gripping the bench behind him so hard he’s sure there will be nail indents in the wood when he’s finished, cock angry and red and borderline painfully hard.

Swallowing him down is much more difficult than he thought, jaw aching at the size but pebble craves to feel him down his throat, stretching his mouth wide and making him gag. Mountain can barely bring himself to look down at the ghoul below him. It’s the first time he’s realized how much smaller pebble is than him, watching that hot, tight little mouth wrap around him and pebble can barely fit half of his cock down his throat before he’s gagging.

It’s hard for pebble not to feel smug. Getting him worked up and desperate, being the first to have his mouth on him. The sore throat the next day will only be a trophy for that testimony, a badge of honor. He wants to stay there, tease him for hours until mountain has tears in those big brown eyes but he just needs to feel him cum down his throat. Hes quick, sloppy, doesn’t want to take his time anymore, just wants to hear what mountain sounds like when he comes apart. Saliva runs down his chin as mountains hips move on their own, fucking up into pebbles mouth and in any other situation he’d chastise him but he can’t bring himself to care. It's easier than he thought, mountain attempting to choke out a warning only a couple minutes in but there’s barely an intelligible word before he’s shooting down pebbles throat.

Pebble pulls off with a pop, muttering a couple praises before smiling and leaving as if nothing happened.

He needs to tell Ivy, craves to be able to see the look on his face when describes how big he is, what he sounds like, what he tastes like, practically bragging about being able to get him like that.

He waits until he’s got Ivy pressed against the mattress, hands on his hips with his lips close to his ear

“Fucking massive, he would probably just split you in two if I ever met him get his hands on you honey suckle” pebble whispers, thrusting hard and fast while Ivy chokes on his own moans at what pebbles telling him.

“Probably would break my pretty toy, don’t know if I’d be able to let him have you doll”

Pebble can feel Ivy go tight around him, eyes crossing at the idea as pebble fucks him. The mixture of the way pebble rails him into the bed and the idea of mountain being so big he could break him, has ivy drooling, brain short circuiting before he’s almost begging for it. He simply needs to witness it for himself.

“Barely could get my hand around him, only god half of him in my mouth before I started gagging” pebble chuckles, “god should’ve heard him when he came down my throat, would’ve recorded it if I want so selfish”

Ivy tries not to moan, focuses on not saying mountains name and pebble can tell he’s struggling to control himself

“Cmon honeysuckle, know you want to say his name, cry out for him doll and maybe I’ll let him have you” he taunts

Ivy continues to stay silent besides the small noises forced from him as pebble uses him.

“Tell me what you want baby, go on”

Ivy fights himself to say it because he can’t imagine being allowed to be desperate for someone else let alone cry out their name while pebble has his cock in him. A hand grips his hair, pulling his head back.

“Say it”

“Fuck- need mountain to break me, need him to use me and fuck me open, need him to fucking split me in two pebble please-“

The embarrassment in ivys voice is reward enough for pebble, laughing at how shaky he is before releasing the grip on his scalp.

“Gonna cum for him? Make a mess thinking about how he would fucking ruin you?”

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the right way to do it

johnny ‘soap’ mctavish x fem!reader

warnings— explicit content 18+ minors dni (nothin crazy, if you’ve read any of my fics you’ll be fine, just classic dirty talk and fuckin’, tiny bit of voyerism tho. whoops. generally soft tho, what can i say? i love soft and sweet stuff okay! let me be.) no fucking plot really. established (sort of) relationship. soap my baby boy being sexy.

a/n— i guarantee this is fucking terrible, but then again it’s fucking call of duty fan fiction. like, what the fuck. who writes that?? (oh. oh. i do now, apparently. kill me!) hope ya like it anyways!

“Stop it.” You use your knee to bash into the side of Soaps’ leg under the table, and he flinches so hard his chair drags along the ground with a loud squeak. He looks at you, his jaw open, shocked. Dramatic to the end. “You’re going to get us caught.”

Soaps hand retreats from your thigh, a smug grin on his face as he slides his chair back next to you, closer this time. The heat of his body is pressed against the line of yours, from his broad shoulders all the way down to where your matching combat boots touch on the floor. You can feel him laugh against you when you squirm in your chair, knowing he’s smiling even though he’s turned his head back to the front of the room. Smug bastard.

He knows just how easy you are to mess with.

After a while, when everyone’s attention has gone back to the droning meeting some of the Captains’ declared mandatory, Soap turns back to you, head flopping to the side and his eyebrows raised.

“You look flustered, hen. What’s gotcha all hot and bothered?” He grins lazily, the kind where it only lights up half his face, and you want to slap him. Dumb smile.

“Stop it.”

“You started it.” He retorts, reaching out for you again under the table.

“No, I didn’t!” Your eyes widen, pouting like a child. He was right, of course. You did start it, you just didn’t expect him to try and finish it in the middle of a meeting. “Johnny, this isn’t the time—“

“Ohh, I think it’s just the right time. Just like you thought playin’ with me like that at breakfast was the right time.” Your cheeks heat at the memory, how quickly he’d lost his ability to speak when you pressed up against him from behind and snuck your hands down his pants. He’d only just had the mind to moan your name before you disappeared, leaving him high and dry in the entrance to the mess hall.

You feel him again, deft fingers pulling you from your thoughts and looping into the pocket of your pants. You knew it was wrong— there were so many people in this room, and you should be paying attention, but all the fight just rushes out of you as soon as you feel him soothe circles onto your thigh, the thin barrier of material all that separates him from you.

“Hm. No come back f’me now? Cause this mornin’ you were allllll talk, but now—“ You feel him slide his hand out of your pocket, slowly so no one picks up on his movements. Then, he’s dipping it down further, curling his fingers around the meat of your thigh, hand dangerously high up. If you moved even an inch, took a breath too deep, he’d be… “Now, you gone all quiet on me.”

Voices start talking around you, but you can’t hear them anymore. Your heartbeat is too loud in your ears, and the only thing you tune into is his voice; lower and closer now. His chair creaks as he leans, the pressure on your thigh harder as he grips you to balance.

“C’mon. You know how much I love to hear your pretty little noises. Let me make ya’ feel good, love.” You can hear the smile in his voice. He was such an asshole, and he knew it. He knew he had you right there.

You shiver, and your feet move without your help. Just an inch to the side, you give him space between your legs to let his hand rise a little higher. It doesn’t matter that he’s got a shit eating grin, or how many eyes are potentially on you both right now, how many people are in this room— you have no fight when it comes to him.

“Yeah. There you are, love. You wan’ it that bad, don’t ya’? You’d let me give it to ya right here.” He whispers, words brushing against the shell of his ear. You think he must of chosen a pair of seats in the back just for this reason. “T’s alright. I’m not mean like you. I’ll give ya anything ya want.”

You turn your head to him sharply, giving him a pointed look. ‘Not mean’. He was a dick. A complete, total utter asshole—

“Shit, Johnny.” You curse as the strong line of his hand presses right up against your heat. Your hands fly from beside you, fingernails digging into his forearm, doing a pathetic attempt at pushing him away. “Wait…wait. We can’t—“

“Mhmm. Same thing I said this mornin’.” You squeeze your eyes shut, biting down on your bottom lip to stop from making any sounds. “You remember what you said t’me?”

His hand moves slowly, testing how much you wanted him to stop. He knew if you really wanted to, you could push him away easily. It’s almost sad how little you resist him, and your hips chase his movement of the aching drag up and down. It’s not enough, but for where you are right now, it’s far too fucking much.

“You two paying attention back there?” A booming voice calls from the front of the room, and Soap stops moving his hand. Your eyes open, and before you can squeak out a reply, he’s saving your ass.

“Of course, Captain. Always love our chats, you know that.” He says happily, saluting casually with his free hand, the other still between your legs. A few laughs muffle through the room, and it’s enough that the Captain goes back to reciting whatever was written on the board behind him. Soap leans back down to you. “Careful. You’ll get us caught.”

You roll your eyes, and he takes the chance of your short lived seclusion to press a chaste kiss to your neck. You gasp, eyes flying open.

“I asked you a question.”

“What are you…” You say, air struggling to get into your lungs with short, punched inhales. “Fuck, you gotta stop. We can’t do this here.”

“This morning. I told you to stop, and you said… ‘aw, but you look so pretty like this’. That’s what ya said.” You bite back a groan, remembering exactly that moment. How hard he was when your fingers brushed over his pants, how desperate he sounded. Okay… it was a bitchy move. But that was you and Soap. You teased each other. Surely he wouldn’t take it this far, though. “So mean to me. After I treat you so good last night too, aye?”

The lights dim around you, the Captains’ up the front starting to sit around the dull white background they’ve dropped. You know it means some boring report that’s been sent in, and it means a solid twenty minutes of your life you’ll never get back while some dude yells at you through a projector. Usually you dread this part. But right now, you are fucking antsy. Excited.

“Sh-shut up. You’re just as bad as me—fuck.” He’s not just touching you now— no, his hands, warm and strong, are splaying on the skin of your tummy and sliding down past the buttons of your military pants. He doesn’t waste time, dipping into your underwear and finding you soaked, a little ‘tsk’ coming from him in a heavy accent when he swirls his fingers softly around your clit.

“You okay, baby? You look a little out of it…” You manage to make eye contact with him, and the fucker is chastising you. A fake sympathetic smile is on his face, puppy dog eyes like he’s speaking to a child. “Don’t worry, I’ll give ya’ what you fuckin’ want. Right here, in front of all the boys. So dirty.”

“Soap.” You choke out, the pads of his fingers setting a slow, easy rhythm that has you nearly vibrating off the chair.

“Don’t call us that. What’s my name, baby?” He hums, shuffling his chair so close it’s clanking against yours now. “C’mon. Who’s makin’ you feel this fuckin’ good right now?”

“God— you, Johnny. You fucking prick.” You whisper, the low lights of the room hiding your fidgeting figure as the video continues to play on the projector at the front. “Come on, please…I can’t—“

“Shh. You’re okay, sweetheart. Nice and slow, aye?” His nose brushes along your cheek, and your shoulders sag. “Cause ya’ look so pretty. Just f’me.”

You all but sink into it, your body slumping into his chest as he keeps that same, stupidly slow pace. Heat licks up your stomach, staying low and making you start to sweat all over. You hear Soap hum, and feel his lips against your jaw, the touch hardly there but scorching none the less.

His teeth nip at the skin he kissed, and you squeak at the harsh touch, soon covered by kisses much more sure of themselves than the first. With the darkness of the room, he must feel more confident, because his free hand angles your head down, and his mouth claims yours.

While his hand circles between your legs, light and gentle, his mouth is harsh and fast. Johnny kisses you like he’s trying to overwhelm you. It’s always desperate and begging, even when he’s controlling you like this. It’s like if he doesn’t kiss you hard and fast, something real will show, and he’s scared of it.

While you’ve never labelled what the hell this… thing is, when he kisses you like this it’s clear he’s hiding something. You’re the same, so you happily take it. Whatever it is between you, it’s stupid and reckless, and it’s better to not be vulnerable. Being on the same team, throwing yourselves into war after war, taking bullets for each other like it’s a sport— you shouldn’t care this much about each other. It was stupid. It’s why it was easier for you both to pretend you were just using each other as an outlet.

It was just sex. Just a release.

“Fuck, Johnny.“ You whimper in his mouth, and he muffles the sound as he pulls you closer, locking your lips to his. “Please.”

“Please what, love? Huh? You want it faster?” He smiles on your lips, hands picking up the pace just slightly. “S’greedy, in front of everyone.”

Your body feels heavy. The hand holding his forearm, the one supposed to be putting up resistance has instead moulded to an encouraging spectator, slowly tracing the inside of his wrist. Your chest heaves, nearly making you wheeze every breath, and when your eyes flutter open, seeing his face painted in a glowing blue and green from the film lights, your legs nearly shake at the sight.

“Please get me out of here, okay? You win. Y-you… Jesus Christ, you win.” He grins. The audacity of this fucking guy, to grin in your face, blatantly admitting he just wanted to beat you today. Win this weeks battle with who was more whipped for who. He’s mentally marking it on a board, and you know he’ll throw it back in your face when you try to push him away again, but you let him have it.

Maybe you want him to have more ammunition next time you’re faced with the consequences of a bad mission. Where Soap needs to be surrounded, reminded he’s not alone after a long ride in the desert, you need to be alone. Want to be alone. You want to rot in your room, blinds drawn and covers over your head, a distant belief that if you sit there long enough you’ll just melt into the mattress and fade away.

He’s the only one that can pull you out. Even if it takes him just holding you in the dark, cold silence, or letting you yell at him that you don’t want him around, don’t need him bothering you— he takes it. He won’t break, not when it comes to you. He coaxes you out with the memory of how much you’re lying to yourself. How bad you do need him.

He’ll use this one next time for sure. How you dragged him out of a meeting, claiming something about a ‘medical emergency’ just so he could take you back to your room and fuck you.

You don’t mind. You think you might like it when he does.

He secretly does too. For all his bravado, the only person he wants to be around after a mission is you. As annoying as you are, and dramatic and fucking stubborn, he still toes his way to your room every time, sneaks his way under your covers, and hides out with you until everyone else is asleep. You think he needs the company of someone, when he really just needs you.

Your nails are digging into his shoulder, dragging him by the uniform down a hallway and around the corner to your room. You only get about halfway before he’s slamming you into the wall, all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth and runs his hands over your body. He doesn’t even touch your skin, just grazes over the thick layers of clothes, but he’s still got you arching into his touch so you press against his chest. He nips your lower lip and smacks you lightly on the arse, giving you the chance to jump up into his arms.

He takes you in stride, everything about him confident and smooth. Even the things he doesn’t expect, he lets it come like easy, gentle waves. It’s almost impossible to catch him off guard— the first time you kissed him he acted like he played you all along.

When your back hits the softness of your bed, you open your eyes. You don’t remember moving this far, or locking the door behind you, but you know Johnnys’ got you. He always has you covered. Takes care of it so you don’t have to think.

“Take your fucking shirt off.” You grumble, clawing at the buttons of his top. He laughs, head buried in the crook of your neck where you know he’s leaving bruises and marks.

“So mean. Don’t even know how to act right when your under me.” The words sound like they should be threatening, or at the very least sarcastic, but he just sounds… happy. You can hear the smile in his voice, and when he pulls his head back up, he’s delirious almost. Pupils blown out, breathless laughter kissing your cheeks as he shuffles over the top of you. “You’re gorgeous like this. You know that?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, not able to look up at him. He’s better at this— the feelings. Even though neither of you can look each other in the eye to pay a compliment outside these moments, right here he’s the opposite. Always calling you pretty, looking at you with those happy eyes, betraying all the words the two of you throw at each other when your mad.

“Shirt, Johnny.”

“Hmm. You wanna see me?”

“Yeah. Hate it when you don’t let me see you. I… want to touch you.” It’s a small confession, spurred on by his compliment, and it seems to throw him off just a bit.

“Yeah?” You nod, your hands gently skimming along the strong line of his jaw. Pfft, you were gorgeous— he… he was fucking gorgeous. “What are you thinkin’ about right now?”

“How nice you are to look at.”

“Think that’s the first nice thing you said to me today.”

“I called you pretty this morning.” You remind him, a small smile from him making your earlier anger start to melt into something soft and gooey.

“You did.”

“Meant it too.” He rolls his eyes this time, and you keep your hands on his face.

“Bet you say that to all the boys.” He blows out a dramatic sigh, head tilting to the side. He’s trying to play it off. Play it into something funny and not real. Not true. You shake your head at him, eyebrows drawn together. The confidence in your fuzzy brain will disappear in a second, but you grab hold of it enough to get the next few words out.

“Never. No one but you, Johnny. I don’t want anyone else but you.” He blinks, stopping his movement for a second. Where he usually starts laughing, calls you greedy, maybe calls you a few dirty names, instead he pauses, scrunches his face together, and lets out a breath like you’ve punched him in the chest. “John?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans down, hovering his mouth over yours just for a second. You feel a warm palm cup your burning cheek, and he locks his eyes on you. The few seconds he holds there feel like eternity. Everything moves in slow motion, his stare freezing your heart inside you.

It’s heavy. Loaded with something dangerous. Something illegal. Something you can’t have.

Then, he leans down and kisses you.

He’s done it a hundred times, but this is… it’s just different. It’s so, so soft. His hand holds you to the bed, keeping you still, keeping you malleable for him. His lips connect, only for a few seconds, kissing you like you’ll cut him if he moves too quick. When he does press closer, you feel him sigh— the forearm of his free arm drops next to your head, like the weight of him was too much.

You don’t remember your eyes closing. It must of been too much to look at him when he’s touching you so gently. Like he really cared. Wanted to care.

It’s over too soon. You find yourself leaning up, chasing the softness of his mouth, the taste of his tongue. His hand keeps you down, and he never looks away as he uses the other to rip his shirt over his head. The soft clang of his dog tags tangle under his chin, and draw your attention lower, to his chest.

You don’t know if you’ve told him how attracted to him you are. You know he knows— he’d have to by now. You wouldn’t have gotten with him at first if you weren’t. It’s why this whole thing started. It was just physical at first, but then he started talking, started staying longer after, and now it was fucking overwhelming. Everything about him was more and more alluring, and your hands reached out before you could stop them. You smile at the way he lets you explore. That he remembers what you said, and lets you indulge.

Your fingertips brushed their way over his stomach, and he nearly shivered under the soft touch. He was staring at you, watching your every move as you traced languid lines over and up his chest. He was breathing hard, and when your fingers twisted in the long chain of his tags, he nearly stopped completely. You yanked him back down, hovering him over you, as one of his hands comes back to brace near your head.

Wordless stills, he snakes his arm down between your bodies and pulls at the hem of your shirt. You obey the silent command, never breaking eye contact as you tug your jacket and shirt off in one go. Suddenly, you feel something you’ve never felt with him before.

You’re vulnerable.

Usually, it’s all fight. The two of you are either so mad at each other that you spend the entire time trying to win, trying to get a higher score, or you’re both so frustrated that you hardly even look each other in the eye. This is… heavy.

He leans down again, his eyes shutting tightly before he kisses you. You hum, unable to not smile underneath him as he kisses you with that same gentle affection, and your hands thread up behind his neck into the short crop of his hair, tugging him down closer. Skin meets skin, warmth blooming in your chest as he slides up your body to fit his hips between your legs. His mouth melts into yours, groaning as you tug his hair a little bit harder.

He says your name, the sound curling around your throat and choking out a strangled whimper, and then he grinds his hips slow and heavy into you, your mind going a bit blank.

“Shit. What are we… what are you doing? Hurry the fu…fuck. Fuck.” Your eyes roll back with another slow roll of his hips, and he laughs breathlessly.

“Shh. Just go with it.” He does it again, leaving a wet trail of kisses under your jaw and down to his favourite spot on your neck. He’s taking his time, tasting your skin like it’s something to be savoured. “T’s nice, isn’t it? Feels good.”

“Yeah…f-feels good.” You mumble, hiding your face in the pillows as he tugs your pants down, throwing them somewhere behind him.

He doesn’t treat himself as nice, ripping at his own pants and ridding them as quick as possible. Then he’s sinking back over you, letting you feel just how much he likes it like this. When you wrap your arms around him again and kiss him, he’s warm and safe, and you let him sweep you up into it.

He slides his hand down slow, fingers hardly grazing your clit and going past, and you know he’s fucking with you on purpose. You whine his name, and he laughs— the familiarity of the sound making you a little more confident. You bite his lower lip a bit harder than you should, and he groans.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Mactavish.” You whine pitifully, and he shakes his head.

“Not teasin, princess. Enjoyin’ it.” He draws out the words, each of them twirled in his strong accent that somehow makes you even dizzier than before.

“You didn’t enjoy it before?” You pout, and this time he laughs a little harder. Before he answers, one of his fingers slide up, and then easily slip inside of you, curling slowly so you arch of the bed.

“Yer aff yeir heid.” He mumbles, kissing you quickly like he’s trying to shut off that thought. “Just like takin’ my time with ya. Get to see more of you. You’re beautiful.”

Your chest is heavy, and you can’t focus, pleasure lighting up every nerve in your body. You feel him against your inner thigh, hard and warm, and every slight movement has him panting into your mouth. You know he’s built up from this morning, how you left him waiting and didn’t even look back. You feel bad. Horrible.

How could you leave him there? How could you leave him anywhere now, when he was looking at you like this? Like you held answers he’d been searching for all his life, right in your eyes?

It’s never been this slow. God— it fucking hurts, that’s how slow it’s moving. His fingers curl inside of you, no rush, hitting just the right spot in a way that would have you cumming in his hand if he just sped up a little. This way, he keeps you on edge, right on the precipice— hoping he lets you fall into it. You’re at his mercy, but from the feeling of him, he’s at yours, too.

“Johnny— that’s feels so good. You’re so g-good, please.” You wheeze out, feeling waves of blinding heat surging low in your tummy. He kisses you again, and you could finish just from this. The sweetness of his mouth, how his words drip like honey over your cheek, how careful he is. How loving.

“You’re okay, bonnie. You just keep ya eyes on me. I’ll take care of everythin’ else.” Your eyebrows furrow, eyes trying to focus as you feel your muscles tighten. His thumb presses lightly on your clit; soft circles drawing you into another embarrassing whine of his name. “Come on. Show me how good ya are f’me.”

“Jesus— fuck!” It feels different. You can hardly see, hardly hear anything but his low, soothing voice in your ear, telling you how sexy you are, how tight you feel around his fingers. You want to tell him to… to keep going, or stop, both— something. You want to say something, but all that comes out is his name.

Johnny. Johnny. Johnny—

You can’t control it. Pleasure blinds you— it’s cliche but it’s all you can describe it as. Your toes curl, and your fingers scrape down his back to try and find a way to ground yourself. You try to muffle your sounds, but Soap keeps your head forward with a hand on your jaw. So he can watch your face when you cum from his fingers.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Fuckin’ hell—“ You hear his voice groan in your ear, and the pleasure makes your legs shake. You’re vaguely aware that his hand slows, lazily playing with your clit as you ride out your high, but mainly you watch as he comes back into focus. You watch his eyes— pupils dilated, looking at you in awe. “You sound so pretty when you come. Fuckin’ gorgeous girl.”

Seriously— you think you’ve only seen him look like that when something blows up in front of him. Sort of mystified and obsessed.

You’re gasping for air as he moves you, flipping you over and shuffling you up the bed. You lose track of him, the haze of pleasure dumbing you down to only the most basic of movements, but then he’s there again, and you reach out.

He takes your hands, kissing your palms before pulling you to him, legs parting on instinct as he draws you into his lap. He’s leant himself against the headboard, and at some point taken off his boxers, but now, when your legs give out and you lean your weight on him, you both gasp at the feeling. His cock is hard, pressing against your wet heat, and he’s nearly shivering in anticipation. One of his hands paw at your hips, pulling you closer so your pussy drags along his length, and the other cups your cheek.

Time stops again, just for a second. His eyes pull you in, and you blink a few times to focus. His thumb traces your bottom lip. He says something you don’t understand under his breath, muttering in a heavy accent.

“Johnny…” You whisper, your heart racing.

“Yeah, love.”

“What are you doing to me?” You could cry, you were so under his spell right now. If he wanted to, this could be the ultimate win. He could shatter you with a few mean words— but for some reason, you didn’t think he would.

“You know what I’m doin’. What this is. Don’t you, love?” His thumb catches your chin, pulling you into one of those soft kisses he’s been hiding from you, and it’s so classic of him you nearly laugh.

Everything he does, he does in stride. With confidence. Even this— a changing of a reliable tide, a shift in your relationship into a strange and unpredictable horizon, he handles like he’s always known it was coming. Like it was inevitable. You couldn’t of been more lost right now, but if he knew, if he could guide you, you’d be okay.

“That alright?” He whispers lowly, dipping his head to catch your eyes.

“Course. Yeah. Yeah— I want…” You swallow hard. Fear and insecurity creep up your throat and tighten it. “I want you. Really bad.”

It takes him a second, and then he grins. “I know, love. Can feel ya on me—“

“Not like— not just like that.” His head tilts, smiling incredulously at you, but he must be able to tell. You can’t say what you’re feeling right now, but what you were doing was enough. Extending an olive branch, and he was going to fucking snatch it out of your hands and consume every inch.

“You’re so sweet. I want ya too, okay? Don’t look so fuckin’ nervous.”

“M’not nervous.” You mumble it. It could not be less convincing. He was still smiling. “Stop looking at me like that and I won’t be.”

“Like what?” He’s got a dopey, lazy look on him, so you shift your hips, and his confidence shakes as you drag your clit across the sensitive head of his leaking cock. “Shit—“

“You okay, Johnny?” You whisper and he nods furiously. He’s the one squeezing his eyes shut now, and you kiss the crease in his forhead before you raise your hips and start to sink down on him, keening at the catch of his head at your entrance. “Oh, god—“

It feels right. Whatever the fuck you two were doing before— it wasn’t as good as this. The whispers of each others names, the feeling of heat splitting it’s way up your spine, how he holds you so close you think you might explode under the pressure. This was the right way to do it.

“Fuck. Fuckin— slow, baby. I’m gonna fuckin’ finish if ya don’t go—“ He chokes out another harsh exhale, sounding winded. He’s holding your hips so hard he’ll leave bruises, and you moan at the thought of it. “Fucking tight as fuck.”

“Relax.” You coo in his ear, trying to distract the both of you from the stretch of him slowly filling you.

Even though he’s had you countless times, you still struggle to take him like this— and he clearly does too. It’s a favourite for both of you for this reason. You both crave the little bit of pain, something that reminds you where you are. What you’re doing. Mainly who you’re doing it with. It might have been subconscious before, but now… there’s nothing that could deny who was breaking you apart.

He says your name over and over as he starts fucking up into you, and you feel him so deep like this. He controls you easily, the muscles in his arms and chest straining with how hard every thrust of his hips snaps against yours. You nearly sob when he goes faster, familiar brutality mixed with the soft way he’s watching your eyes has your mind swimming in the pleasure he drives into you.

Your head falls back, and he wraps an arm around your lower back, holding you to him. Both of you grind into the way he has you, him still fucking you at a pace that practically strips you bare. You can’t hide anything from him here— not with your foreheads stuck together, bodies pressed in every way they can, Johnnys hands pawing at your ass, your tits, anything they can find that gets a new sound out of you.

“Feels so good.” You sigh, your entire body at his mercy as he slams himself up off the bed. It’s still slow, slow enough that he can keep your eyes locked on him, but fuck— he’s so hard with it, you know you’ll feel him for days. “So good. Fuck. More—“

“Shit, I know baby.” He kisses you, teeth clashing as you try to keep up with the way he moves. Your body melts when he kisses you, moulding against him and letting him use you.

You want him to use you. You want him to take all the things you know he wants, but you’re too scared to admit you can give to him. Nothing about the life you live is safe, or guaranteed, but whatever you have here is grounding, and it’s enough. More than enough— but you just can’t say it.

You roll your hips again, and you hear his low moans turn breathy and soft. He’s close. You can feel it. He’s been worked up all day because of you, and you don’t want him to wait again. You want him to take it.

“Fuck, baby I’m gonna—“

“I know. Keep going, wanna feel it.” You nearly sob, and Soap looks at your broken features and kisses them away.

Your world rotates as he flips you on your back, your hands pulled from his hair as his rough fingertips hold your wrists down. He pins them above your head, sounds spilling from him that have sparks flying in your chest. That’s the thing that makes this so fucking different. It’s not even the sounds— it’s who’s making them. Who’s doing it to you.

It’s him.

It’s all about him.

He spreads you wide, his free hand grabbing your calf and pushing it down so he can fuck you deeper. He looms over you, holding you down with his body weight, and the last thing you see is his head turn, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee, and then he says your name as you fall into bliss.

Everything locks and releases in tandem, your body somehow tight and loose at the same time. You arch off the bed, Soaps arms wrapping you close as you feel warmth spread across your stomach. His breath is hot as he rides out his high, head tucked into your neck, and he grounds you as pleasure seeks its way through the cloud of your brain.

“T’s too good. You’re fuckin— shit. Shit, baby.” He talks through it, knowing you love the sound of his voice, and he doesn’t even need to touch you to help you ride it out. Waves of searing bliss drown you in the feeling he’s giving you, and when he finally starts to slow, you just say his name again, hearing him echo it back to you. “Yeah. That’s fuckin’ right. Me.”

After a while, things get a little less fuzzy, and you can feel his hand leave your wrists. Your hands come down on their own volition, threading through his hair. You feel his head tilt a little, leaning into the soft touch of your hand, so you keep going, letting your fingertips dance along his scalp. It’s doing the same thing for you that it is for him— giving you something to focus on while your heart slows.

His hair is unfairly soft. It should be straw dry and breaking off with the shitty 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash he uses. You tried it once, and it made your pony tail move in one direction for a week. But his is like… feather soft. So easy to comb through, you could spend hours like this.

“I like that.” He says after a while. He’s not pinning you anymore, half moved to the side with an arm and a leg thrown over you. His head was still hidden, buried so close that when he talks, his lips brush against your collarbone.

“How is your hair so soft?” You mumble, more to yourself, your hands no longer shaking from adrenaline and pleasure. “Not fair.”

“Natural beauty n’ all.” He says, and you can feel the dumb smirk he has on his face. You twirl your fingers in his hair and pull lightly, and he fakes a yelp. “Owwww.”

“Such a drama queen.” You roll your eyes, and he groans emphatically as he hauls himself up and over to hang above you. His eyebrows are raised, and he’s smiling.

Maybe his smile isn’t so dumb.

“We’re gonna be in shit for missin’ that meeting, you know.” He says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Hope you got a good excuse.”

“I don’t even care.” You sigh, a little delirious in the come down from such a high. He laughs, all bright and happy, and you smile back at him. “I’m just glad we’re… you know. Here.”

He stares at you for a second, for what feels like the millionth time today, but then he leans down and kisses you again. Even though it had happened so many times, you don’t think there’d be a time you’d get tired of it. Not the looks, not the kisses, or any of it. Even though everything was on the line, you’d give it all up, lose all the battles, if it meant this.

“Yeah. Me too.” He grins. Your heart skips.

His smile is definitely not dumb.

[chelseypprimrose]

I Dare You / Negan X Reader / pre apocalypse

Summary: A game of drunken truth or dare turns into the best sex of your life.

Warnings ⚠️: daddy kink, unprotected sex/rough sex, choking, oral, spitting, slight voyerism, slight dumbification and use of degrading terms (slut ect) bfd!negan, age gap

As always, all respective parties are over age of consent ect. 🤍 *Not proof read yet*

A/N: whelp here we are again, i started rewatching the walking dead from season 7 and tell me why I had totally forgot that Negan cleans out Alexandria’s houses just to burn their mattresses right down the road from them, the more I watch the more I remember how evil he really was and it makes me giggle and kick my feet i can’t lie lol. Enjoy this little depraved story, I’m just loving writing stories where the reader is very fully aware of someone watching/walking in bc it’s just so dirty I can’t freaking cope 😂love ya’s and my requests are open as always 🤍🎀🧟‍♂️

Straightening out your dress, you walked through the wooden gate at the side of your friends house, the loud thumping beats of music and chatter blaring through your eardrums. You held a bottle of Smirnoff in your other hand, remembering the teaching from your mother about never showing up to a party empty handed, that was considered rude and insulting.

You’d left the party girl lifestyle behind, having your fun in your early twenties but mellowing out in the last year or so, finding more enjoyment in a cup of tea and a good book. Not to the extent of being anti-social, just cutting off bad habits and rethinking where you wanted to take your life. Coming fresh out college filled you with a sense of doubt and confusion, you studied heavy, dedicating your time to educating yourself but hadn’t yet found what you wanted to be in the world. No matter how much you were freaking out about your next step, you couldn’t miss your friend’s birthday party, so you’d decided to have some fun and let loose, deal with reality tomorrow instead.

Pushing those dreaded thoughts underneath the surface, plastering a smile on your face as you entered the already crowded back garden of your best friend, Natalie. You’d known Natalie for years now, exact number you couldn’t remember but through high school and many ups and downs, you’d always stayed close, spending nearly every weekend at her house. That was with her mother though, she’d recently moved in with her dad, due to domestic arguments with her mother getting too toxic. You’d only ever seen her dad twice in your life, normally when he’d pick her up after the various extra curricular activities you two enrolled in together. Negan.

Such a unique name, you’d thought when you first laid your eyes on him. How anyone could give him up would be a mystery to you, from your limited interactions he’d always been sweet to you. Offering to drop you home as well but always denying, not wanting him to drive out of his route just for you. Those polished, pearly teeth gleaming at you when he asked, practically making you melt right there on the spot. You’d cursed yourself for manifesting a little crush on the man, who was your best friends dad, the forbidden attraction. The way he’d sit lazily in the driver side, his large hands gripping the steering wheel, your mind wandering to thoughts of what they would be like gripped around your dainty neck. The black bikers jacket he’d always wear even in scorching temperatures, fitting his frame just right.

“Hey hey girl, how are you?” She wrapped you into a affectionate hug, her candy sweet scent hitting your nostrils, her birthday tiara shining in the sun’s beam. You reciprocated, giving a small squeeze as you released her, holding the bottle out to her. “Happy birthday, Nat. It’s been too long!” You replied as she took the bottle out of your hands, thanking you for the gift. “Come on let me get you a drink and we can catch up!” She lead you through the crowd of people, a mixed bag, some young and some old. You recognised some familiar faces from growing up, giving a small nod at those who recognised you, commenting small hellos.

Natalie motioned for you to take a seat at the rattan sofa lounger, near the side of the backyard porch, a small fire pit in the middle, keeping you toasty as your dress was a little shorter than you were used to. Negan entered through the same gate you’d come through minutes ago, returning with a crate of beer from the garage. He fought his way through the crowd, handing out the liquor to those he’d promised it too. Small ‘thank you’s in acceptance, placing the remaining bottles into a cooler with ice. Wiping his hands off with a small towel, fingers slightly numb from handling the ice, his eyes moved around the yard, silently cursing his daughter for inviting so many people to this place. His annoyance came to a halt when his eyes locked onto you, recognising your face in the sea of people. Watching you laugh with Natalie over old pictures she was showcasing to you, he’d know your laugh from a mile away.

He couldn’t help the heat that ran through his body, his jeans getting tighter as he watched your chest rising, your arms placed in front of you, making your breasts press together firmly, slight cleavage coming into show for him to memorise. You’d definitely grown up since the last time he’d seen you, taking a beer out for himself, he started sauntering over to you, discreetly adjusting himself on the way.

“Well if that isn’t who I think it is? It’s been ages doll!” He exclaimed, your head whipping around to meet his gaze. He looked similar to how he did when you’d last seen him, the only major difference being his beard being thicker and slight whiteness now peaking out of it. “Hey! Mr Smith, it’s nice to see you after all this time!” You almost purred, he loved the way that name sounded rolling off your pretty lips, that familiar heat rising to his cheeks slightly. While it sounded completely innocent to everyone around, he could tell the difference. “Oh why so formal? Call me Negan, we’re all friends here.” He grinned, those familiar pearly whites coming into view as he swiped his tongue along his lower lip lightly. “Are you ladies okay for drinks?” Natalie waved her dad off, claiming they were fine, he took his leave but not before taking one last gaze over your body, your curves almost putting him under some witchcraft spell.

It was later in the evening, the sun setting over the horizon, you’d been roped into playing a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ under the suggestion of Natalie, it being the game you played at all those sleepovers you’d had with her back in the day. You were sat with a few other girls, ones you’d recognised from high school. You weren’t best friends with any of them, not knowing them well like you did Natalie, just more so the fact they were the only girls left at the party.

You’d played it safe up to this point, only choosing truth, you decided to throw caution to the wind when your next turn came, proclaiming dare to the group.

Natalie’s eyes found yours, you could practically see the cogs turning inside her head, it got you wondering what her depraved mind was going to come up with. “I dare you to… seduce my dad.” You almost spat your drink out, eyes widening at the request, palms hot with embarrassment. “What? You actually want me to do that? Are you insane?!” You asked, a confused look sat on your face. “Not to be rude but… you aren’t his type at all, so it’s a guaranteed point for me! I’m just being strategic!” She claimed, her eyes meeting yours, goading you to back down. Your heart sank at the confession, you couldn’t understand why it stung so much, it was just a little silly crush but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit this new information made you feel a bit low. Your hurt feeling started slowly turning to slight rage, still watching Natalie as she challenged you with her eyes.

“Okay, how about we make this interesting though? $100 suit you?” You smirked, pulling a hundred dollar bill out of your purse, waving it in her face, mocking her. She returned your smirk, that goddamn egotistical smirk she got from her father, her manicured hand coming out in front of her to offer a handshake to seal the deal. “You are on, sister. You have to bring something back to the table that’s his, it’s the only way I’ll believe you.” You raised from the couch, slamming your empty cup down on the small table, taking your hair clip out, hair falling to the top of your back in loose, bouncy pin up curls. The girls watched you walk through the patio doors, sliding it to let you in before continuing on with the game.

You got into the kitchen, a few people standing around in conversations, you politely asked one of them if they had seen the man you were seeking out, answering that he’d gone up to his bedroom to change shirts, alcohol being split on him about five minutes ago. Making your way to the top floor of the house, you started trying doors, having absolutely no clue which one was his as you’d never been in the house before. You came to the last one at the end of the landing, being met with the very man you wanted to see.

There he was, shirtless in front of you, his room rather large. A four poster bed in the centre of it, black and red silk sheets with matching puffy pillows, a small door which lead into a en-suite, two bookshelves at the sides of the bed, small circle led lights above the headboard. He threw the wet t-shirt he’d taken off into the wicker laundry basket, not yet noticing that you’d entered the room. “Mr Smith? Sorry for not knocking, I need to speak to you about something.” You mumbled, the anxiety of what you were about to ask him gaining on you. He slightly jumped, a flirty grin on his face when he realised it was you who was there. You took a seat in the leather loveseat, matching the bed sheets, red and black were obviously his favourites. Your hands nervously played with the hem of your dress, his eyes wandering to your delicate fingers. “I’m all ears doll, ask away!” He says, turning his back to you as he found another t-shirt to change into, you opened your mouth to talk, nervousness managing to stop you in your tracks.

He turned back around, his face contorting into a confused look, wondering what you be needing to ask that would get you so worked up like this. “So Natalie dared me to… seduce you in our game of truth or dare. I had every intention to give it my best shot but she told me I’m not your type. W-which is fine, but I kind of bet $100 on it. Is there any chance you could give me something out of this room that I can take down to prove I did it, without actually doing it?” You awkwardly explained, your eyes not being able to meet his, if they had you would have seen the shimmer in his eyes as you cutely fumbled over your words out of embarrassment. He let out a large laugh, your face squirming, if his daughters confession made you feel bad, this was ten times worse. You felt a small tear gathering at the bottom of your eye, wanting the earth to swallow you in this moment.

It was the touch on your knee that made you look up, meeting his gaze as he knelt down to come to face level with you, Negan hadn’t bothered to put another shirt on, the low light of the room landing on his body just right, your core feeling slightly slick as his muscles tensed deep. You thought he was about to make fun of you for such a childish request, when he grabbed your chin firmly, making your head stay in position it was, looking into his eyes, not having the nerve to look away.

“Now doll, please tell me why you’d ever listen to such a fucking stupid thing like that?” He questioned, his thumb tracing your jawline slightly, still holding your chin in place. Your ears perked up, the total opposite of what you thought he was going to say coming out. “Uh, I’m not sure?” You replied, your voice not coming out as confident as you would have liked, that smirk still on his face. He was enjoying watching you squirm underneath him, his hand let go of your chin, hooking either hand around the underside of your thighs, pulling you slightly forward so your ass was half on the chair and half off. “How about I do you one better? Why don’t we actually complete the dare, huh doll? I don’t know why she’d say some crazy shit like that, probably hasn’t been paying attention to how I haven’t taken my goddamn eyes off you all night. You’ve really grown into a fine ass woman, you know that right?” You let out a slight moan, the feeling of his large hands keeping your legs spread open for him to see making your whole body electric. A vision of white panties peaking out under your dress, your new position on the seat making it rise up to your waist. “Thanks for the compliment Negan, but if… if you don’t touch me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.” You managed to make out, in broken breaths, your chest rising heavily up and down as you did, eyes wandering to his abdomen.

“Your wish is my command, pretty girl. Just relax and let daddy take care of you.” He whispered lustfully as his fingertips moved your panties to the side, showing your ever wetting slick pussy to him. He had to take a sharp breath in, nothing he’d seen was a prettier sight that this, hadn’t even imagined you looking this good, exceeding his wet dreams. He gathered saliva in his mouth, a powerful spit right on the centre of you, you whimpering in response at the degrading and dirty action. “Well, look at that! Someone likes a bit of domination doesn’t she?” He proclaimed to you, he couldn’t believe his fucking luck. You gasped as he finally took your clit into his mouth, sucking on it softly, teasing you with his devilish tongue.

He moves back to your pussy where he runs his tongue over your wet lips. You let out a deep guttural groan, as you grab large pieces of his slicked back hair, tugging him slightly, guiding him to all the places, you needed attention on. Negan continued to lick long strips down from your sensitive bud to your opening, listening to your moans and whimpers as he did. “Fu-fuck Negan! Yes, your making me feel so good.” He took his tongue of you, whining at the loss of contact. A darker look shifted on his face, more pressure as his hand dug further into your thighs. “Listen here, dollface. Tonight I’m not Negan, tonight I am daddy, you get that? Or has my tongue already made that pretty little head of yours blank?” He growled out, his tone completely like nothing you’d ever heard him sound like before, you’d truly woken the beast inside this man and you couldn’t wait for the journey. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry daddy, please put your tongue back on me, it makes me feel so fucking good!” He sinisterly grinned at you, parting your folds again and letting your juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking you as you begin gyrating on the chair, trying to push your hips into his face more, nothing mattering to you more than the pleasure he was providing, while pulling his hair with your fingers.

As he begins sucking your clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into your pussy, finding how tight you clamped around him, trying to intensify your pleasure. Negan begins to alternate between licking and sucking your clit, as you became more and more impassioned. It isn't long before you thrusted your pussy hard against his face, his beard scratching against you as your first climax washed over you, your hips bucking even more, back arched, your arms that were holding you up shaking.

“Fuck, daddy, I need you inside me now, please!” You whined, Negan hoisting you up off the now wet chair, the slick shining sun in the light of the room. He slammed your body on the bed, your head hanging off the edge of the bed, the blood rushing to your ears. “Goddamn doll, this pretty little pussy is going to be the death of me, pull that top down, I want to see those tits bounce as I fuck you dumb.” You obeyed, pulling your breasts out of your dress, the style of dress restricting you from wearing a bra, cupping them and rubbing your nipples as well. He could have bust right there and then, the image of you below him, looking like something out of a damn Playboy magazine.

He trails kisses up your body, tasting the thin layer of sweat on your skin until he reaches your mouth where he kisses your lips deeply, snaking his tongue into your mouth as he lined up at your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your folds, setting your whole body on fire, nerves standing on edge. He releases your mouth, moving to your neck, nipping and biting at it as he finally stretched you out, filling you up nicely.

“That’s it doll, fuck. You feel goddamn heavenly, such a good slut for my dick right?” He grunts out, leaning away from your neck to hover over you as he put his hands around your throat, his pace getting more erratic, unable to control himself from his hard thrusts as your skin slapped together. Your head was starting to go dizzy, between being upside down and your oxygen being slowly cut by Negan’s large hand, it intensified your impending orgasm. Negan pulled out quickly, turning you over from your back to your stomach, forcing your back to arch as much as you could, slipping back into you. The new angle sent you nearly cock drunk, Negan too mesmerised watching his dick going in and out of you, not noticing the door slowly opening slightly.

You looked over to see Natalie looking on at you and her father, like time had stopped in place. You couldn’t see her whole face, just her eyes. Frozen, she made no move to say anything or close the door. You smirked at her, your eyes not breaking eye contact. “Oh daddy! You fuck me so good, my pussy belongs to you!” You moaned, a narcissistic grin sitting happily on your mouth. “Shit yeah doll, this pussy is all fucking mine you dumb whore.” His hand coming down in your hair, his other placed around your neck again. Hips snapping repeatedly against you at a now familiar pace, a moan leaving you every time he snapped. You raised yourself up on your elbows, repeatedly rubbing your thumb over the tips of your index finger and middle finger, the universal sign for Pay Me. Her eyes squinted in anger, closing the door again, not wanting to see anything else and now pissed she owed you money.

You quietly laughed to yourself as quietly as you could, feeling your walls clamp on Negan’s dick as you were ready to orgasm. “Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum again!” You whimpered, gripping the silk sheets below you both, Negan shallowly grunting above you. “Shit doll, me too. Let go for me baby, milk daddy’s dick doll.” You squeezed the bed sheet again, your whole body shaking as you closed your eyes, breathing irregular as you flopped forward on the bed, panting heavy. Negan pulled out at just the right moment, hot spurts of his cum hitting your lower back, cooling off after a couple seconds sat there. He carefully placed himself next to you, pulling you towards him so you rested in his arm. “I’ve been waiting for that for years, you know?” You told him, your fingers slowly drawing small circles on his forearm. “Could have told me sooner doll, that was fucking sen-sat-ional! You are perfect.” You laughed, kissing the side of his face, leaving a small nip at his ear lobe.

Two orgasms and $100 richer, it was worth leaving the house after all.

[turtletaubwrites]

Can You Forgive Me? ~ Part 15

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

This is part 15 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 5316

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link (this part can be found in Ch. 5 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

Summary: You play hooky for the day, and spend time with a friend. Teasing Sanji in the morning is fun, but when your evening date comes around, he shows you just what you do to him.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Teasing, Pet Names, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, Large Cock, Blow Jobs, Comeplay, Come Eating, Voyerism, Sanji’s still a perv, Spit, Breast Fucking, Relationship Discussions, Alcohol, Polyamory, Porn with Feelings, Condoms, Insecurity, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare

A/N: I may have gone a little overboard with this Sanji chapter. I hope you enjoy the love cook as much as I do! 💖

“Good morning, ladies! I brought you breakfast in bed!”

Stretching, your frustrated groan turned into a sigh of contentment as Robin’s arms wrapped around you. She was so warm, and you melted against her as she chuckled at Sanji’s strained voice. 

“I don’t wanna,” you whispered, curling into her.

“If you let him in, we can stay here for breakfast. Tell him we’re skipping the check in today.”

Scrunching your nose, you propped up to look at her. She tapped your nose with a wink.

“Let’s play hooky today, you deserve it. Plus, don’t you think it’ll be fun to toy with our eager cook?”

“Coming!”

Almost tripping as you fought not to giggle, you haphazardly wrapped the small blanket Robin keeps on her loveseat around you. The knitted one with lots of large holes. 

You grinned at Robin on the bed. She’d rolled onto her stomach, propping herself on her elbows with her feet in the air. The blanket was artfully covering just what it needed to, and not much else. We are so fucking mean. 

The scent of cinnamon syrup wafted in when you opened the door, and you took in the sight of your lover, the generous chef that you’d be seeing this evening. 

He was pushing a cart with trays of covered food, mimosas, and decorative shells. He’d learned his lesson about raiding your stashes of flower petals. 

Sanji’s face was bright, but his smile faltered for a moment when he saw your bare shoulders, and that tiny blanket. 

The sight of Sanji’s thickest apron, with its pockets filled with utensils, and that rather large pepper grinder, brought a wicked smile to your lips. You didn’t feel bad for toying with him now. He knows exactly what he’s doing, waking us early. 

Wetting your lips, watching his mouth hang open as he stared at yours, you felt ready for him right then. But you wanted him to earn it today. 

“Good morning, Sanji,” you said in a low voice, stepping aside to let him enter. 

“Good morning! Mon amour, you look radiant today! And Robin, dear, you’re looking gorgeous!”

“Thank you, Sanji. Will you let the crew know that Y/N and I will be taking the day off?”

Sanji was staring open mouthed at Robin, her exposed skin gleaming in the morning light. You grabbed the two drinks to hand one to Robin, and your blanket was perilously close to falling. 

Sanji’s eyes were wide, his face burning red as he tried to decide where to look. 

“Don’t worry, Sanji. I promise I’ll take good care of Y/N until your date this evening.”

Sanji had bitten his lip while he glanced between you, but Robin’s promise pulled a soft whine from his throat.

Setting your glass down, you stalked toward your prey. 

“Thank you for breakfast, Sanji. I can’t wait until tonight.”

You leaned on your tiptoes toward him, eating up the desperation on his red, twitching face.

“I think I’d like some pepper with my breakfast.”

Your evil whisper made him gasp, and your hand reaching into his apron’s pocket made him stumble, moaning softly as he grabbed onto your arms. 

You held the grinder to your chest like a trophy as he towered over you, his hands gripping your arms harder as his breathing went heavy. Your own pulse sped at the look in his blown out eyes, and you forgot you were teasing him. You wanted him to fuck you right there on the floor, and he looked seconds away from tearing that blanket away. He looked seconds away from devouring you.

Until Robin cleared her throat softly, and Sanji let you go, sucking in a breath as he turned away from you both. He seemed to be hunching over as he walked toward the door, and you wondered how well his apron worked without your trophy. He waved over his shoulder as he left, his voice breathless.

“Enjoy breakfast, and your day off, angels!”

Turning on your heels after he closed the door, you caught Robin’s wide eyed smirk, and you burst out laughing. 

“Oh, he’s going to be even more fun than I thought.”

You agreed, and the thought of toying with him with Robin was so tempting. You knew he’d love it too, just like he’d loved listening to you fuck Zoro, probably Robin too. The way he loved looking up your skirt while he rubbed himself over his pants. You knew he’d eat up any sort of punishment you could throw at him, and Robin would probably have him barking for her in minutes. 

But the way he’d looked down at you when you’d reached into his apron. The way he held you, almost too hard, his dark eyes burning you. It felt like you'd played too far, and he’d almost thrown you down, and made you pay for it.

Robin didn’t miss the shivers that ran through you at those thoughts. She kissed the palm of your hand, sending a flurry of hands to bring the plates to the bed. 

“Definitely more fun,” she teased as she licked cinnamon syrup off of her finger. 

The quiet morning with Robin was so needed. You hated missing a single day of training, but she’d talked some sense into you. 

Eventually you got ready for the day, joking that Sanji would pass out if he found out you were showering together. 

After another round of countless soft kisses under the steam, you decided to go spend time with a friend.

~

“Hey Usopp!”

Usopp yelled, but managed not to drop whatever it was he was working on. 

“Geez, Y/N, give me a warning next time.”

Apologizing with a laugh, you crept into his messy quarters/workshop. Sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, you enjoyed catching up with the sniper.

“How did you learn to make all this stuff?”

“Well, Y/N, I traveled across the seas, and found the most incredible master tinkerers, but when they saw my work, they declared Captain Usopp the greatest inventor in the land!”

“That's amazing,” you laughed, grinning at his story. “But you know, I think it would be even more impressive if you just learned how to do all this on your own at home.”

“Oh um,” he stuttered, his ears turning red. “I, uh, did that first, of course!”

Shaking your head, you tried to figure out what he was working on, but gave up to ask instead.

“Oh, I’m just trying to figure out ways to help the Merry, at least until we get a shipwright.”

Usopp’s voice gave away more worry than you thought he meant to, and you stood to touch his shoulder. 

“You’ve taken great care of her so far, Usopp. I know you’ll get us there.”

Usopp gave another soft smile, dipping his head before pushing it. 

“That’s right, when Usopp the Master Tinkerer is done, our new shipwright won’t have any work to do!”

Grinning at him, you noticed a box in the corner that looked familiar. Unable to resist, you pulled out your modified tonfa sticks. 

“Whoa, hold on, Y/N!”

Usopp hurried over, gingerly taking them from you.

“Why, I thought they were almost ready?”

He pulled them out, holding the handles so that the length of the tonfa followed the line of his forearms. 

“Yeah, but I made some changes. Since Zoro and Sanji are being lame about it being too dangerous, I made some tweaks.”

You noticed that Usopp had extended to colors on the handles to cover the whole weapon. He set the dark purple one down, lifting the toxic green tonfa in front of you before lining it back up along his arm. 

“They said it’s too dangerous for you to use, so I changed the thorn attack. Take a look.”

“Tonfa Daydream Thorns!”

Along the outside edge of the short end on the tonfa, a line of small blades jutted out. Usopp moved the tonfa clumsily, showing how you might use it to scrape people offensively. 

But that's also where you’d use the tonfa to block attacks. 

“Usopp that’s perfect. Now if someone gets in close and tries to touch me, they poison themselves. Just like thorns!”

You beamed at each other, and Usopp’s shy smile came out again. The one he gets when he gets a real compliment for himself, not a story. If not for the weapon between you, you would have hugged him. 

“Awesome, right? You won’t be able to punch the poison dagger out of the short end like before, but now there won’t be a hidden blade where you put your mouth to blow the dart. Honestly, they were probably right about that being dangerous. But hey, now you’ve got some defense. What d’ya think?”

Taking the tonfa from him slowly, you held it up to block, loving the feel of it along your arm. 

“I think I love it, Usopp. You’re amazing!”

You set the weapon down so you could give him a tight hug, and he patted your back a bit awkwardly while he laughed.

“So, when do you think they’ll let you use them?

A  clipped laugh left you as you pulled back, shaking your head. 

“Probably when I’m dead.”

~

On your way to dinner you felt warm fingers tug on your wrist. Already sighing as you enjoyed the scent of him, you turned to find Zoro behind you. You thought your contented sigh may have come too early when you caught his expression. 

“Hi, babe. What’s up?”

Zoro’s lip twitched up at his new nickname, and you smirked. I love making this grump smile. 

He paused for a moment, looking into your eyes until your lips parted.

“You missed training.”

“I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to at first, but Robin reminded me I need to take breaks so I don’t get burned out.”

His brows pinched together, and he took a slow breath before speaking, his voice even.

“Robin told you not to see me today?”

Fighting to keep your eyes from rolling, you pulled his hand up, kissing the pad of his thumb before shaking your head. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t spend time with you today, Zoro. It wasn’t Robin’s fault. She was right, I’ve been feeling like I need to take more breaks with everything going on.”

Zoro’s eyes stayed on yours, so deep, with the barest hint of hurt.

“I promise I’ll be there bright and early, so you can beat the shit out of me tomorrow.”

Lacing your fingers with his, you teased him as you closed the distance between you. 

“Can you forgive me?”

He was chewing on his lip as he looked into your puppy dog eyes, his breath hitching.

“You are so fucking needy.”

You giggled into his mouth as he pressed his lips to yours. 

I’m not the only one. 

“You like me that way.”

~

“You haven’t tasted your cheesecake.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry.”

Reaching out with a dainty fork, you brought a small bite to your mouth. You almost stopped, your breath catching in your throat. 

Sanji’s eyes had been on you throughout dinner, and you could hardly think. Now he sat across from you with his own dinner, and your hands were shaking while you tried to eat the small dessert he’d prepared just for you. 

He’s not talking. That’s why this feels weird.

Normally Sanji would be showering you with endless flowery compliments, teasing jokes, asking how you’re doing. 

But now all he was doing was staring while he made you eat for him. 

Thoughts of this morning's teasing had your pulse racing. Taking another bite of that creamy cheesecake, you showed Sanji how much you loved his gift. 

There was no need to pretend with Sanji’s incredible food. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you let loose a small moan of pleasure, your body rocking gently from side to side.

“This is amazing, Sanji,” you praised, your voice breathy.

He gave a sharp intake of breath before finishing his meal. 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Shivering, you kept eye contact as much as you could while you ate the rest of the dessert, scraping every last bite off your plate. 

Then you dragged your finger through the remains of the chocolate syrup, sucking it off of your skin while you held his dark gaze. Sanji’s eyes rolled back before he put his hands on the table. The veins in his large hands stood out as they tensed on the wood. His next words came out low, and dangerous. 

“You know, Y/N, I truly believe you are an angel.”

Chills ran up your arms and neck, and he watched your every movement. 

“But I’m starting to suspect that you want more from me than just my body or my heart.”

“Wha-What, Sanji…”

He stood smoothly, before kneeling on the ground in front of you. You tilted in your seat to face him, hyper aware of the short skirt you’d worn for your cook. 

“You want my sanity, don’t you?”

His whisper froze you, and you couldn’t respond as he leaned toward you, covering your bare thighs with his hands. 

“You want the dark, dirty parts of me that no one else can stand. Don’t you, angel?”

Gasping, you nodded as his fingers slid under your skirt.

“Y-Yes.”

Sanji gave a satisfied hum, his hands trailing higher, making you squirm. Thick fingers traced along your panties, already soaked through for him. He kept his fingers there, barely brushing against where you ached for him to enter.

“Do you know what you did to me this morning?”

All you could do was take gasping breaths as Sanji’s predatory eyes seemed to eat at you. 

“Y/N, did you enjoy driving me mad?”

Sanji’s free hand gripped into your hair, not hard, but firm enough to keep your eyes to his while you stuttered. 

“N-N-”

“Shh, angel. You don’t need to lie to me. The way you teased me today. You had so much fun, didn’t you? Do you know how close you were to getting what you wanted so badly, mon coeur? Do you know how close I was to taking you right there on the floor, in front of your other lover? I know you wanted me to.”

You cried out then, body shaking with need.

“You are my dirty angel, aren’t you? Do you want me to take care of you?”

Tears were already streaming from your eyes while you begged.

“Yes, please. Please, Sanji- fuck.”

Sanji spread your legs, pulling your panties to the side for two of his skilled fingers to invade you. Biting your tongue to keep from screaming, you melted into the sensations, grinding on his hand.

“You want me to do all these filthy things to you. Isn't that right, sweetheart? Letting me finger you out here in the open where anyone could walk in. Letting me listen to you hold in your screams while your other lovers think you’re all theirs. You know I listen, don’t you, darling? I know you love knowing I’m there, knowing I can hear you moan their names.”

Moaning his name, you were already so close to the edge as he brought his thumb to your clit.

“My perfect, filthy girl, letting me fuck another beautiful woman. Practically begging me to take another lover. I bet you want me to pleasure you both at the same time. My darling, sweet angel, do you want my tongue or my cock inside you while she rides the other?”

You shoved your fingers into your mouth, biting them to muffle your screams, while he ripped the orgasm from you. The warm pressure of it exploded from your center, sending waves through your body. Falling backwards onto the bench, your toes curled while Sanji drew more of it out, even more pleasure. 

“You are so perfect, Y/N.”

You hummed, still dizzy, as you felt Sanji put your panties back in place. He rubbed his warm hands along your legs, then kneeled over you to lay a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“Rest for a moment, sweetheart. I’m going to do our dishes, and then I’ll be carrying you to my room. If you’d like to join me, of course.”

“Mmhm.”

Sanji whispered more praise as he held you to his chest. Your body felt loose, warm as you snuggled against him. He set you down in the center of his bed, and then your body went tense as he looked down at you. All that heat was back in his eyes, and you ached to let him do what he wanted to you. Keeping his heavy gaze, you managed to speak. 

“What do you want to do to me, Sanji?”

Sanji shuddered as he started to take off his jacket and dress shirt, his fingers dancing along as they undid every button. His fingers seemed to tease you, and your eyes rolled back slightly when you remembered what he’d just done with those fingers at the kitchen table. 

“I want to take good care of my gorgeous girl.”

Your mouth fell open as he threw his dress shirt to the side, then tore off his undershirt, leaving his stunning muscles exposed in the dim light. 

You pulled off your top, still noticing how distant he was, like he was keeping himself from you. Normally Sanji would push your hands away so he could undress you himself. You watched his parted lips as you took off your bra, loving the intake of breath it caused. 

“How are you going to take care of me?”

Sanji kept eye contact as he stripped the rest of the way, chuckling at you when you had to look down. You could practically feel his cock throbbing. It was already so thick, and now it was red and swollen, precum dripping down.

You rid yourself of your skirt and panties, and spread your thighs, letting him see what a mess he’d already made of you. 

Sanji’s legs nearly buckled, and you crawled toward him, guiding his hips to sit on the bed while he twitched. 

“Sanji, I know I was so mean today. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course, mon amour.”

You knelt between Sanji’s legs, and he moaned before you’d even touched him. 

“Let me make it up to you.”

You grabbed his thick cock with both hands, feeling your pussy clench when you touched his aching skin. 

Letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, you guided your lips to his tip, but Sanji put his hands in the way.

“N-No, my sweet, it’s okay.”

“But, Sanji?”

“It’s okay darling. I know it’s not comfortable.”

You looked down, his dick still swollen in your hands. He was right, you’d never gone down on anyone with girth like this. Hell, I’ve never seen anyone with a cock like this before. 

“Sanji, please let your dirty angel try.”

He fell back onto his elbows, eyes heavy lidded. 

You gave him a show. Playing with him, you started to lick and kiss away the wetness at his tip, then licked your way up and down his shaft. 

There was so much of him. You looked up at him to find the most glorious, desperate face you’d ever seen. Sanji was whimpering and twitching, and staring at you like you really were an angel.

Swirling your tongue around the tip, you placed your lips around it and sucked, letting go with a popping sound that had Sanji moaning your name. 

“Does that feel good, Sanji,” you teased before taking the tip of him back into your mouth, humming around him like you had with his dessert earlier.

“Fuck, angel, you feel incredible. You’re so perfect for me, mon amour. Your lips look so beautiful wrapped around my cock.”

Sanji’s praise had your body clenching in need again, and you started to lose yourself in what you were doing. Your hands were helping you with your work, and you let spit pool and drip around his dick, letting it hang from your lips in long strands when you’d look up at him. The pure need on his face spurred you on, you needed more. 

Taking deep, slow breaths, you readied yourself to take more than just his tip. You tried to relax your jaw, and already the small progress you made had Sanji moaning your name. 

This is going to take lots of practice.

You would have laughed at that thought if Sanji’s thick cock wasn’t filling every corner of your mouth. You didn’t think he’d mind all the practice sessions you’d need to take more of him into you. 

When you pulled back, you continued to play and tease, swirling your tongue, sucking, and even scraping your teeth lightly.

Sanji was twitching and moaning, and clearly trying so hard to keep his eyes on you. 

“Fuck, Sanji, you’re so hard. I love feeling your cock in my mouth, you taste so good.”

“Mm, angel, I’m c-close.”

“Where do you want to come, baby? I want your come so bad.”

Sanji’s head flew back. When he brought his eyes back to yours, the desperation in his face made you drip with need. 

“Let me- Please let me feel your soft breasts around my cock, darling.”

Blinking, you looked down at him in your hands. You’d never been able to wrap your breasts around anyone’s dick before, let alone one as girthy as his.

“I don’t think…”

“Just like this, sweetheart.”

Sanji managed to stand, leaning over you to guide you. He gave soft moans as he cupped your hands, showing you how to squeeze your breasts around his hard length. They didn’t reach all the way around like you thought, but he adjusted your hold.

Now his aching cock was nestled between your breasts, while your hands pressed them around him, and finished the circle so he was surrounded by your soft skin. 

You smiled at him, never thinking you could do this act before. Now that you were in this position, it felt so fucking hot. Sanji looked at you like you were a masterpiece.

All the spit you’d let drip onto him was perfect as Sanji started to slowly thrust between your breasts. Moaning for him, you kept your hands in place, adjusting as needed, and enjoying the feel of his shaft fucking your chest.

“Ma belle,” he moaned, his thrusts erratic. “I’m close, do you-“

“Come on my chest, Sanji. I need to feel you come all over me now, please.”

Sanji grabbed the back of your head, and stared down at you as long as he could while his cock started pulsing and twitching between your breasts. Hot come shot in long spurts on your neck and breasts. 

He had to throw back his head as he groaned his last release, and when he turned back to you he fell to the bed. 

The way Sanji looked at you covered in his pleasure sped your pulse. It was intoxicating.

You could feel the thick come slowly dripping down your breasts, so you dragged some down and swirled it around your nipples. 

Sanji growled, making you gasp as he gripped your arms. 

His blown out eyes stared into yours from centimeters away.

“Don’t waste food.”

You cried out as Sanji's hand smeared his come across your neck and chest. He massaged it into your skin before gathering some on his fingers. He delicately put those two fingers into your mouth, and his other hand tightened against your arm. Moaning, you eagerly sucked his come off of his skin.

He kept dragging more from your chest for you to eat, all while showering you with praise.

“Mon ange, my filthy girl. My perfect, beautiful darling. You are so good for me. So filthy, just for me.”

You nodded and moaned around his fingers, your body shaking and dripping with need.

“Oh, how selfish of me! Does my sweet angel need some attention?”

All you could do was whimper. 

“I’ll be right back darling. I’ll wash my hands, and come help you clean up. Unless you’d like me to carry your perfect, sticky body through the halls to the bathing room?”

Choking on a laugh, you shook your head. Sanji lifted you to rest on his bed, leaving you with soft kisses before he went. 

You just buzzed in the afterglow, shaking at the knowledge that it wasn’t over. That Sanji’s hands were coming back to clean you, and pleasure you again. 

But it wasn’t his hands this time. After Sanji had gently cleaned you, praising, and kissing you, he laid on his stomach. He looked at your dripping pussy like it was his favorite treat. 

“May I have my dessert now, darling?”

You’d barely moaned your ‘yes,’ when you were writhing against his sheets. 

Sanji’s tongue is too fucking good.

Your hips twitched to meet him, and he played with your clit with that delectable ring, before diving into your center. You were soaked, and you could feel the skin of his face rubbing along your folds, getting drenched in you. The feel of his tongue inside you, after what he’d said earlier, brought you close, eager. You felt his satisfied hum move into your body, and you moaned his name. 

He lifted his shining face away, adding two fingers while he watched you dance. 

“Look how wet you are for me.”

Your eyes rolled back when you saw him lick his lips. 

“Mon coeur, you were made for me, weren’t you? Such a sweet angel, who loves it when I make a mess on her. Who loves letting me make her so filthy.”

Panting, you felt yourself already starting to clench for him. Sanji added a third finger, then sucked your clit into his filthy mouth while you came again, your legs twitching so hard you accidentally kicked him. 

“S-Sorry-”

“Don’t ever be sorry for your pleasure darling. I would walk on hot coals if it would make you smile.”

You groaned at him, too weak to do or say anything else. 

Sanji kissed his way up your body, playing with your hair while he gazed down at you.

“I hope you know I mean every word, mon amour.”

You didn’t know how to respond, or if you even could yet, but you felt a soft smile touch your lips. Sanji leaned down to kiss it, before whispering over your skin. 

“Can my sweet angel take one more?”

Not sure if it was true, you nodded to your beautiful, insatiable chef. 

Pulling yourself up onto your elbows, you enjoyed the show as Sanji rubbed the condom down his length, already so hard again. You both laughed as he put the condom on his tip wrong, fighting to drag it down. Your laugh left when he came toward you. 

Sanji propped his back against the headboard, stretching his powerful legs out in front of him. Once again, you imagined what he could do to you with all that strength if he didn’t hold himself back. 

He guided you down to straddle him, not entering you yet. Instead he caressed your skin, looking at every part of you like he’d discovered hidden treasure. 

You reached out to grip his shoulders, hovering as he guided his thick shaft, lining up with your entrance. He kept one hand on your hip, and you lowered yourself, gasping when you felt him. 

You were so tempted to slam yourself onto his cock, and you might have tried it despite the pain, but for the look in his eyes. 

Sanji's eyes were soft, lips parted as he stared into yours. He kept his eyes on you as you started to moan, the feel of him filling you taking over. 

He brought a hand to cup the side of your jaw, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

Desperate tears pricked your eyes as you finally sank onto him, his hilted length stretching you so tight.

He reached out to kiss you, softly teasing your mouth open so he could taste you. You whimpered, needing to move on him, and he helped you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders while Sanji guided your movements, helping you ride him. His strong hands lifted your hips to slide you along his cock until you were shaking for him. 

“You are so perfect for me, Y/N. So fucking good for me, I can’t take it.”

“Sanji…”

“I can’t believe you’re mine. I’ll do anything for you, angel.” 

Sanji grabbed one of your hands, kissing it, before placing it where you needed it. He brought his hand back to your hip to control your body while you played with your clit. 

“I’ll do every filthy thing on the planet to you, just to make you moan, sweetheart. Your body is divine, you bless me with every touch.”

Sanji’s voice started to falter, and then he was cupping your ass to hold you against him. He flipped you onto your back and you fought screams as he started thrusting into you, giving you his strength. 

“Sanji, you make me feel so good. Please, don’t stop.”

He kept his eyes on yours while he pounded into you, his words melting over you. 

“Mm, I’ll never stop pleasuring you, mon coeur. I’ll take care of you. You’re my… perfect… angel- Fuuck…”

Biting your lips, you convulsed under him. You felt like his touch was the only thing tethering you to the world as heat and pleasure filled every part of your body. You panted his name, your nails scratching down his back as you felt Sanji’s release, twitching and filling that condom inside you. 

The thought of his come filling you up freely, coating you, dripping out of you. That thought made your own orgasm keep rolling, and you hoped you’d get the opportunity to enjoy that with him one day. 

Sanji pulled himself out as gently as he could, kissing you as you gasped. But he stayed above you looking at your face like he was trying to memorize it. 

“Sanji, what-”

“I adore you.”

You smiled, trying to move to get up, and not having much success. Sanji jumped off the bed to remove the condom, before cleaning you up again, propping up on an elbow beside you so he could look at your face.

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

You raised your eyebrows at your name again, reaching to touch his cheek. 

“I know you do. I adore you too, Sanji.”

He let out a small sigh, looking up. 

“Perhaps it is the boy who cried wolf.”

You tensed your brows, still too deep in the afterglow to think clearly. He played with your hair, tickling along your temple and jaw.

“You know I treasure all women.”

“Me too,” you teased, making him moan. 

“I want you to know that I don’t just want you for the incredible sex you share with me, or the freedom you’ve given me to love other women. Although those are blessings I never imagined I could deserve.”

You hummed, although your chest was feeling tight. 

“I love how intelligent, how strong, and how stubborn you are.”

“Hey,” you teased, hitting his chest lightly as he grinned at you. 

“I love how you make me laugh, I love how you tease me.”

You started to melt, feeling overwhelmed as he gazed at you. 

“I love how loving you are. You’ve walked us all through so many emotions, so many would-be disasters. You listen to what I need. Your heart is so big and beautiful that it can hold room for so many needy people.”

Your skin was flushed, and you had to fight not to squirm or look away. 

“I am so grateful for this chance to know you, to hold you.”

Sanji’s eyes held you, hypnotized you as he leaned close.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Thank You for Reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 16

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A/N: Can you tell I really like Sanji? 😅 What did you think of the morning tease scene, and Sanji's response? I had so much fun writing this one 😊

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[straykids-97]

Ego

Part one of the Who Are You saga, inspired by Mingi’s infamous ‘Who are you?’ From Halazia 🫶🏻

‘Ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.’

Synopsis: Wooyoung and San finally convinces you to try something new… and you quickly discover that it’s very taboo…

Warnings: hard Dom! Wooyoung, pleasure switch! San, sub!reader, Dom/sub dynamics, bxfxb, implied bxb, voyerism/ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, use of bondage equipment, impact play(Wooyoung smacks)

Word Count: 3.4k

You had met Jung Wooyoung first; his boisterous voice and golden retriever behavior are what drew you to him in the first place. You were quiet, shy; and he was equally drawn to you for that very reason. 

Wooyoung liked the quiet ones. 

It didn’t take long before you met his best friend; Choi San. He was like Wooyoung in the manner that he too was loud. But, he like you, was shy as well. It took a while to get him to open up to you, and vice versa. Now, you three were inseparable. 

Well, virtually, in thought. 

The only thing that could split you up would be their impending tour; one that they would be away for, at least, four months. But, none of you wanted to think about that. You had a few weeks before that even happened, and all you wanted to think about was the sun shining on your face and San curled up into your side as you lay with Wooyoung on the grass. 

You were idly playing with the ends of San’s hair, and he was peacefully dozing in the crook of your arm. Face planted on your breast as he snoozed away. Your head was resting on Wooyoung’s thigh as he read a book, I’ll Be Right There, a book recommended to him by Hongjoong. You peeked up at Wooyoung, looking at his usually smooth features. Currently, his eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, hidden partially by his glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose. You reach up with the hand you were using to run through San’s hair to push them up and he blinks a few times, startled at the movement. A cheeky grin spreads across his face, “y/n-ah, what are you doing?” He teases, nudging you playfully. You smile back at him, stopping when San pulls you tighter into his chest, grumbling in his sleep. “Oh, whoops. Sorry, Sannie.” You return to the motions of running your fingers through his short hair and he settles back into your arm, resting once again. “Poor baby, can’t be disturbed.” Wooyoung snorts, making you giggle. 

You decide that you could live the rest of your life just like this. 

You giggle at Wooyoung as he drunkenly tries to rid himself of his jeans. He stumbles, holding onto your table for balance. San stands, half undressed, one leg out of his pants and the other bare, looking rather proud. 

A night of drinking led to the boys staying the night, something that you were used to. 

San heaved a hefty sigh before leaning against the wall again, kicking his leg free vigorously, “San-hyung,” Wooyoung began to chastise as San leaned onto one of your side tables for stability, “Be careful!” You hold San’s elbow just as he manages to kick his foot free. He gives you a sweet drunken smile, “Thank you-u-u!” He draws out the ‘U’, singing it slightly as he begins to remove his white shirt. You start to laugh but stop when you hear a chair clatter to the floor. You and San turn to see Wooyoung on the floor, looking startled. There was silence for a few moments until Wooyoung burst into laughter, you and San following right behind. 

“Hey!” San announces, raising his hands above his head in triumph for his friend, “You got your pants off!” You join in with San as Wooyoung manages to get to his feet, bowing and nearly toppling over yet again. “Thank you! Thank you, no need to con-congratulate me!” He slurs, yanking his black shirt off with ease, “I did it myself.” You laugh at them as they wander into your apartment, gathering their shed clothes as they flop onto your couch. They begin to bicker about the TV remote as you toss their clothes into the washer and start it; not before pulling their wallets and phones out. 

You enter the kitchen to gather up water bottles and saunter back into the living area to find them both staring at the screen, engrossed in whatever it was that they put on. You smile, handing them their drinks and flopping between them. “Drink this,” you tell them, “you’ll feel better in the morning.” San immediately opens the water and begins to drink the water, “Wooyoung-ie,” San demands, “listen to y/n! She’s looking after your health.” Wooyoung grumbles as he looks over at you, frowning and narrowing his eyes. “Why are you dressed still? San and I are basically naked.” He waved his hand over your body. 

You feel your cheeks heat up, “Wooyoung!” You slap his arm, making him whine, “Ow.” 

“Don’t pressure her into down dressing, Wooyoung.” San frowns at his friend, “Well, she’s more dressed.” Wooyoung pouted. You look down at yourself, and without thinking, stand up and pull your shirt off, flop down, and kick your pants off. San cheers, “Yeah! Join the party!” 

Wooyoung didn’t say anything; he gripped his water so hard that he spilled it. 

The next morning Wooyoung woke up before San and entered your room as you brushed your teeth. You nearly jump out of your skin when you see him lean against your bathroom doorframe. “Woo,” you hold your chest and turn to look at him, spitting your toothpaste out. “I didn’t know you were awake.” He blinks at you, he doesn’t respond. “Woo?” You frown, leaning over and rinsing your mouth out. You lean back and see that he’s standing right behind you, making you whirl around in shock. 

“Woo-” You start to say, but stop when he takes a step toward you. Normal joking, playful Wooyoung was gone. You had never seen this side of him before and you didn’t know if it scared you or- 

You couldn’t think straight as his face neared yours, his breath fanning across your cheeks as he eyed you. “Why’d you go to your bed last night, y/n?” His voice was low. It almost sounded rhetorical. “Uh- because there wasn’t room-” You stop talking when he cocks his head to the side, “because-” He blinks lazily at you, his eyes darkening with an emotion you hadn’t ever seen before. 

Lust. 

“Don’t lie, baby.” He murmurs, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, continuing on, “I can tell when you lie.” Wooyoung’s eyes bounce over your face, watching for the minute emotions on your face to detect the truth. “Now tell me again,” he tilted his chin up, looking down his nose at you, “I-” you stutter before clearing your throat. “I didn’t want to make it awkward so I went to bed.” 

“Alone?” You feebly nod at his question. He frowns at you, tutting his tongue, “you should have asked us to come with you. San would have loved to cuddle you, you know.” With that, he takes a step back and you feel like you can breathe again. “Tonight, when we get done with practice. Meet us for dinner.” He says, eyeing you once more before leaving you alone in your bathroom. You stand there, utterly baffled at his actions, but something makes your skin flush hot. 

And you weren’t sure what it was that made you listen to him. 

Just as their practice ended for the day, you messaged them and asked where to meet for dinner. San told you the usual spot; a BBQ place that wasn’t far from their company that they enjoyed. 

You felt anxious as you slipped your shoes on and began the trek over to the usual spot. You could have driven and it would have taken less time, but you wanted to walk to calm down. 

You enter the establishment, greeting the older man who owned the place and requesting your usual spot in the corner by the window. The man immediately obliged and guided you to the back, “Are your friends joining?” You quickly nod your head, “Yes. I should probably ask when they’ll be here.” You admit sheepishly. The older man smiled down at you, “Ah, no rush! They’ll arrive when they feel like it.” He waves you off and you giggle as he walks away. 

However, his words don’t stop you from still messaging the group chat to find where they were. Just as you finished typing out the message you heard San yell your name from across the mostly empty restaurant, “y/n-ah!” He sounded chipper than normal. 

Your head snaps up to him, and see him frantically waving you down, a bright smile splattered over his face. You can’t help but mirror him, your anxiety instantly melting away as you stand and he wraps his arms around you, “Sannie!” You beam as he picks you up, “How was practice?” You ask as Wooyoung joins you, also hugging you. “Hard.” San sighs, sliding into the booth, “We’re blocking a new choreo,” he waves his hand as he drags the water cup toward him. You slid into the booth, Wooyoung waiting until you were settled before also joining you both in the booth. 

You all chat as dinner commences, every little worry you had disappearing as the meal continues. 

As usual, you all stayed so long that you were the only group left and the owner eventually had to tell you guys to leave, like usual. You all sheepishly leave, but San pouts, “We’re off tomorrow, can’t we come over for a little bit?” You can’t tell him no- you’ve never been able to when he juts out that bottom lip. 

You sigh, “Yes. But don’t mind the mess. I haven’t properly cleaned since last week.” You waggle your finger and he links his arm with yours, resting his head on yours, “I don’t mind. Do you, Woo?” 

“Not at all.” Wooyoung links his arm through your other arm and you all walk arm and arm down the street. The 15-minute walk feels like nothing now that you have company, and you almost forget what happened this morning. But as soon as you enter the safety of your apartment, and San closes the door, the mood changes. 

You feel suffocated again, but you try to ignore it as you kick your shoes off, “I found a new movie we could watch.” You being, trying to diffuse the feeling that currently surrounded you all. “What’s it called?” San asked, his voice sounding deeper than normal. You turn to look at him to find him a few feet away, his warm eyes regarding you carefully. As if he was watching you, preying on you as if you were a small rabbit and he a fox. Your eyes bounce to Wooyoung, who was pulling his jacket off, and hanging it up by the door. 

You clear your throat and look away, “Um. I forgot it’s on my list to watch though.” You say, shuffling to your living room, desperately trying to get some space to think clearly. You click on the TV and scroll through the various different streaming services until you find the one you are talking about. “I was wanting to watch it last night, but you guys were too drunk.” You giggle nervously.

That seemed to break the damn that was holding Wooyoung back. 

“I wasn’t too drunk. I still remember a lot,” he counters, coming to sit on your couch. “Like you going to bed alone…” 

“Yeah,” San adds, making you whirl to see him barely a foot away. You gulp; the look in his eyes is unmistakable. “I could have held you…” He trails off, implying that there is more on his mind. “And?” Your voice is barely audible. “And?” Wooyoung pried, making you turn to look at him. You felt like you were spinning in circles with these two. 

“Is there more you wanted to happen, y/n?” San asked, making you shift and look into his eyes. He pressed his chest against your back, moving your hair behind your ear, “Having dirty dreams about me, baby?” He purred. 

Your mouth falls open and you nearly drop your remote. “Wh-what? No-” You start but you freeze as Wooyoung rises to his feet and he approaches you, pinning you between his and San’s chests. “Don’t lie, y/n,” Wooyoung warns. You shudder as Wooyoung’s fingers ghost down your sides. Your mind was whirling, “I-I,” you can’t form a coherent string of thoughts as their hands paw and grope all over you. 

Your skin felt hot, like you had been drinking and the liquor was starting to get to you. “Look at her,” Wooyoung leaned in, biting his lip, “she’s all flustered. It’s so sweet.” San took a deep breath as he held your hips, pulling you against him. You gasped, feeling just how much he was enjoying this. “San,” your voice is husky, and it causes him to groan into your hair. “Woo,” he moans, biting your ear. You shudder as Wooyoung steps away, “She’s just so- fuck.” He grunts as Wooyoung pulls his shirt off, wiggling his finger at you. “Strip.” 

You gawk at him, “Strip?” Wooyoung doesn’t look amused that you parroted his question. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” You slowly start to take your clothes off, glancing over your shoulder to find San only in his underwear. You would have giggled at him any other time, but this wasn’t one of those times. Containing a shudder, you bite your lip turning back to Wooyoung just as you peel your pants off. 

“Good girl,” He gestures to the couch, “Sit.” You do as you’re told, sitting on the edge of your couch, watching Wooyoung and San like a hawk. They share a look and Wooyoung nods to you, “You go first.” 

First? 

Your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as San kneels before you, basically drooling as he places his hands on your knees. “God-” he groans, spreading your legs slightly, “I’ve been dreaming of this day.” You nearly choke on air as he places a wet, sloppy kiss on your inner thigh. 

Your head was spinning again, drunk on the feeling of San between your thighs. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, Wooyoung sits beside you, wrapping his arm over your shoulders. “He’s good at foreplay…” He chuckles, biting his lip as he looks at you. “And I like to watch… If you don’t mind.” His cool fingertips cause you to jolt as his fingers dance along the skin of your exposed chest and stomach. 

He was distracting you from San as his mouth inched closer and closer to your drenched panties. Your eyes snap to him as San’s thumb runs up your slit, causing you to arch your back. “San!” You cry out, tears of pleasure prickling your eyes. You were overstimulated but in the best way. 

You hated to admit that, even when all they did was work you up at this point. What would it feel like when they finally did do something-

You gasp as San moves your panties to the side, groaning as he taps your wet core. “She’s so wet, Woo.” Wooyoung grunts, his eyes meeting yours as his cold fingers dance down your stomach again, pausing their circuit long enough to join San’s fingers as they played with your cunt. Your legs quiver slightly as San fingers you softly and Wooyoung rubs your clit. Both men are groaning, one in your ear and the other as he watches your wet pussy with a hungry gaze. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, San bats Wooyoungs hand away from your clit and latches his mouth to it instead. You gasp, going to reach for his hair. 

But Wooyoung is faster, lifting your leg up and holding it in place as he simultaneously grabs your wrists. The crook of his elbow held the back of your knee prisoner, not only keeping you from moving, but giving San better access to your weeping cunt. 

“Fuck!” You cry out, writhing as much as you can in your limited movement. Wooyoung let go of your hands long enough to slap your tit, “Enough!” He hissed, “Stop moving or San will stop.” San pulled away, “I’d hate to do that, I’m enjoying it so-” He stopped as he relatched to your swollen clit. 

You groan, biting your lip to contain the wail of pleasure that threatened to rip through you as San inserted another finger, curling upward to hit that gooey spot. Your eyes roll and your mouth falls open, Wooyoung takes the opportunity to latch his mouth to yours, muttering a quick, “Cum for us.” 

You oblige. 

You tense, your complete body washing with the most fierce orgasm you have ever experienced in your entire life. The only thing keeping you from screaming was Wooyoung’s mouth. 

You shudder as San pulls away, holding his fingers out for Wooyoung as he rises to his feet. “My turn,” Wooyoung slides off the couch, and San swaps places, grabbing your jaw and wrapping his lips around yours. You were too distracted by San’s plump lips to notice that Wooyoung wasn’t going to use his mouth to pleasure you as San had.

You feel the tip of Wooyoung’s cock rub you, causing you to gasp and look at him. San chuckles huskily, “This is my favorite part,” San groans, lapping your ear as Wooyoung pushes into you. You gasped, holding onto Wooyoung’s wrists as he pushed your knees up to your chest. San held one of your legs, and one of your hands as he used the other to rub quick fast circles on your clit. You gasped, not realizing that San had manhandled you into his lap until he spoke into your ear, “You’re not gonna walk for a few days after we’re done with you.” 

You whimper as Wooyoung pounds into you, fast, oh so fast. You squeal as an orgasm stuns you, causing them both to moan as San slaps your clit, causing you to shriek in surprise. San manipulated your head back so that he placed a sloppy wet kiss on your mouth. You whimper at his tongue, which still tastes like you, danced with yours. 

Your cheeks and neck were flushed; these two were so overwhelming, in every sense of the word.

Wooyoung never ceases his impossible pace, whimpering slightly, pounding harder. Your toes begin to curl as the sensation of yet another orgasm threatens to overtake you, but before it can, Wooyoung pulls out and sprays cum across your thighs and ass. You gasp, staring down at the mess. He takes a few moments to gather himself before San maneuvers you up, freeing his strained cock. You gasp as Wooyoung helps guide San’s cock into you. You throw your head back, Wooyoung was longer, but San had girth. 

You gasp at the sensation of spit landing on your clit, and you look up to see Wooyoung watching your pussy with a wicked glint in his eye. He watched as his spit leaked down to where San plunged into you. Your mind goes blank; San was deep inside you, a completely different sensation from Wooyoung. 

You pant as Wooyoung’s thumb draws slow, deep circles over your clit. You don’t know where to hold, San’s wrist, Wooyoung’s, or the back of your legs. “Fuck- fuck!” You cry out as San suddenly snaps his hips into yours in quick succession. An intense orgasm rips through you, and you almost jump away, but San and Wooyoung’s hands keep you firm in place. Wooyoung chuckles as San whines, “How could you last so long?” He grunts, burying his face in your neck. “I barely did. Seems like we need to get used to her tight, little-” He stops talking when another orgasm barrels through you. “God!” you scream, San’s hand slapping over your mouth before your neighbors called the cops over a noise complaint. “She’s gonna get us into trouble, Sannie.” Wooyoung sighs, and San takes that as to hurry it along cuz his hips pick up pace. And after finding a rhythm, he caused you to cum twice more before doing the same. 

The three of you pant, lying on the couch. You were lying on Wooyoung, and San was lying on you. San made invisible patterns along your hip and thigh as Wooyoung played with your hair. “As much as I would love to lay here all night,” Wooyoung sighs, “But the stench of sex is starting to get pungent. We should shower.” 

San looks up at Wooyoung, “Round two?”

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[mint-yooxgi]

{21} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Wooyoung & Jongho)

Words: 9,260

Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyerism, Oral (Fem. receiving), a shit ton of praise. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This is my first time writing a smut like this, so please bear with me. I really hope you all enjoy it, I didn’t actually end the chapter how I thought it would end, but I'll just end the next one how I originally planned this chapter to end. That being said, I don’t think the next chapter will be extremely long then, but I will warn you, shit is about to go down. For now, enjoy this fluffy smut! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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A low hum escapes your lips as you bury yourself deeper into the comfort of your warm blankets. It’s been about two weeks since you made up with Seonghwa, and currently, you’re taking things one day at a time. Now, they seem to have a council meeting every few days to see if any news has appeared regarding Miyeon and her two dangerous male partners. You don’t know why, but you have this ominous feeling that she’s going to act soon.

Just as you feel your subconscious fading once more into the land of dreams, you are reminded of what woke you in the first place.

The sound of buzzing coming from right beside your head has you groggily reaching towards your phone. Blinking a few times, you register faintly who’s calling you before you’re answering on the third ring.

“Reina?” Your voice is somewhat strained as you press your phone to your ear. “What’s wrong?”

A moment of silence before you hear her sniffling on the other end.

Immediately, your eyes are flinging open as you sit up in bed. Worry pulls at your features as you hear her crying over the phone.

“What happened?” You move the covers off of yourself, standing to your feet in an instant as you shove your slippers on.

“I-“ she sobs, “I-“

“Reina-“

“NCT!” She sobs into your ear, and you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.

“For fuck’s sake, Reina!” You playfully scold her. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“WayV’s comeback!” She continues. “It’s… it’s… immaculate!”

“And here I was thinking your ex tried contacting you again.” You huff, shaking your head.

“Have you seen the Phantom music video, yet?” She asks, completely ignoring your statement.

“No, I’ve been sleeping.” You retort, sitting back onto the edge of the bed. “You know, like I usual do at this time.”

“Oh, shut up. It’s already noon.” The way she rolls her eyes at you is clear in her tone. “You need to go and watch this music video right now.”

“Babes, I-“

“Winwin has lines,” she cuts you off.

A moment of silence passes over you once more as you blink.

“The fuck! Why didn’t you lead with that?” You’re back on your feet in an instant, speeding to the cinema room down the hallway.

“Now, do you understand why I called you in tears?” She hums, and you can just tell she’s quirking a brow at you as she sniffs through the line again. “Actually, hold that thought. I’ll ask you again once you’ve watched it.”

“Okay, okay, hold your horses,” you trap your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you begin to set everything up. “I’m just pulling up YouTube now.”

“Oh, I can’t fucking wait for you to watch this,” she cackles maniacally. “Just wait until you see your biases.”

“Oh, no,” you chuckle.

“Oh, yes,” she cackles again. “Put me on speaker, I want to listen to the song again, too.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, doing just that. Taking a deep breath, you select the video. “Here we go.”

The opening sound of the drums fills your ears, and immediately you’re greeted by Ten appearing on screen. You blink.

“Okay, he looks mighty fine,” you comment.

“Oh, just wait,” she replies, and you can hear the grin in her voice.

Little do you notice the three males who have now appeared in the room, watching the screen along with you as the scene unfolds before their very eyes. Only Jongho dares to get close to you for the moment. A fact which you take every advantage of as soon as you hear one of the males on screen start singing.

“Winwin has lines.” Your mouth falls open in shock, turning to grab Jongho’s shirt as you begin to shake him frantically. “Winwin has more lines!”

Who the fuck is Winwin? Seonghwa grumbles as he steps into the room, Hongjoong following in his wake to see you continuing to cling onto the front of Jongho’s shirt while both San and Yunho stand off to the side of the room.

I’m assuming the one that just sung with the low voice. Yunho replies, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Reina, you bitch!” You turn on your phone in the next second, hearing her laughing on the other end. “You didn’t tell me Kun is living his gothic vampire fantasy in this!”

“I knew you’d appreciate it!” She replies giddily.

Your eyes go wide just as the second verse starts, hand coming up to be placed directly over your heart in shock, “Yangyang?”

“He looks good, doesn’t he?”

“Have you seen my son?” You blink, quite a few times. “What happened to my son?”

“Your son has become a man, Miss Girl,” Reina teases. “Ah! Winwin!”

“It is too early for this shit!” The hand over your heart grips desperately at your shirt. “I woke up, only to be attacked.”

“WayV always delivers,” she agrees.

“The theatre kid in me is screaming,” you comment.

“And the throne of swords? Bitch, I will gladly sit in any one of their laps in that throne,” her voice comes through loud and clear, and you cackle. “You know I would.”

“I know you would,” you grin, shifting your position so you’re holding your one elbow in your hand for support as you continue to grasp your phone in your opposite one. “I’m just mesmerized by the metal claws.”

“Oh, yeah, you did have a thing for that, even with Lion by G-Idle,” she says. “I’m just surprised you haven’t commented on the eyes yet.”

“I was getting there,” you sit on the edge of the couch just as the bridge hits. “Oh, we stan Xiaojun’s high notes once more.”

“You’re honestly acting much calmer than I thought you would be right now,” Reina notes.

“Well, to be fair, I just woke up,” you tell her. “Still, doesn’t mean I’m okay.”

More maniacal laughter can be heard from the other end as the song comes to an end.

Taking a brief glance around the room, you notice all eight of them standing around with pouts on their faces. Some, like Wooyoung, San, Yunho, and Hongjoong all stand with their arms crossed, too.

“Now do you understand why I called you in tears?” Reina repeats her question from earlier, a knowing tone to her voice.

“Yes, yes,” you reply, waving her off slightly. “You still scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh, believe me, if it was my ex I wouldn’t have been in tears,” she jokes.

“I would hope not, but you never know,” you reply.

“So,” she continues, “tell me your thoughts.”

At her words, you notice eight pointed looks sent your way. You quirk a brow.

“WayV never disappoints,” you begin, sitting yourself further back on the couch for the moment. “Though I will say, completely missed opportunity with not putting them in corsets.”

A loud cackle is heard on the other end as you watch both Seonghwa and San practically stumble over in their spots.

“You and I both know they would have been too powerful in corsets.” Reina’s voice rings out.

“Still, fucking SM strikes again,” you tut, shaking your head. “The chorus reminds me of Seulgi’s solo.”

“Oh god, this better not be another ‘Sticker sounds like a revamped Don’t Call Me’ thing.” She teases.

“It did!” You argue. “The beat was just sped up!”

“Don’t talk to me about the recorder trill song.”

“Says the ‘Two Bitches’ apologist.”

“At least that song was good!”

“In what fucking universe is ‘Two bitches’ better than ‘Sticker’?” You reply, eyes wide despite the fact she cannot see you right now.

“Um, in every universe, bitch,” she scoffs, clearly rolling her eyes at you. “Anyways, as much as I’d love to hear more about what is sure to be your hour long rant on men in corsets, I have to go to work.”

“Reina!” You sigh, exasperatedly. “You phoned me!”

“Yeah, because you needed to be aware of the absolute masterpiece that is Phantom.” She replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“And it seriously could not have been sent in a text?” You huff.

“Clearly not!” She sasses back. “I may not be able to see you, but I know for a fact you’re sitting down right now.”

“Well, yeah, but-“

“Which part was it? Was it the flashing eyes? Ten? Kun’s gothic look? The metal claws? All of the above?” She giggles.

“Sounds like someone is projecting,” you mutter, leaning forward to hide your head in your hands.

“Guilty!” She laughs once more. “Anyways, I really have to go cause I may or may not have actually called you on my break. Talk to you later! Ciao!”

“Reina-“

However, before another word of protest can leave your lips, she ends the call.

Little does she realize the storm she left you sitting in as eight males continue to stare you down in the cinema room. You let out a long sigh.

“Um, good afternoon?” You attempt a greeting.

“Winwin, huh?” Yeosang is surprisingly the first one to break the silence, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looks at you expectantly.

You shrug in your own defence, “he got fucking lines, finally.”

“Yes, I’m well aware,” Jongho grumbles, pouting as he sits beside you on the couch.

“Whoops,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously. “Sorry about that, bubs.”

Reaching over, you pat his arm comfortingly, noticing how he immediately seems to relax the slightest bit beneath your touch.

“Is this a common occurrence?” Yunho quirks a brow, leaning against the wall.

“With WayV and Reina? Oh, yeah,” you nod. “I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to call. Last time she called me ten minutes after the music video dropped because she ‘needed time to watch it again first.’”

“You seem much calmer than she is, though,” Wooyoung observes.

“I am still processing in my semi-awake state,” you reply honestly, touching the tips of your fingers together as you lean forward, resting your elbows onto your knees. “Then again, it’d be a lot worse if it were a VIXX comeback, or SHINee. Still, oof.”

“Oof?” Mingi repeats, eyebrows raised.

“It’s a good song!” You shrug, defending yourself. “The concept is great, and it’s been a while since the last WayV release, so…” Then, more to yourself, “I wonder what the b-side release will be…”

“B-side?” Hongjoong quirks a brow.

“It’s usually also a banger,” you nod to yourself as if remembering something. “Mmmh, Action Figure.”

Taking a look around the room, you let out a sigh.

“Look, if you’re going to be jealous about it, can you go and do it somewhere else?” You spare a glance at all of them and notice how Jongho, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang seem to relax the slightest. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this excited over an NCT comeback.”

The way you see both San’s and Wooyoung’s pouts deepen causes you to let out another sigh.

“Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean I don’t like them,” you remind them all.

“We know, Darling,” Jongho replies, leaning further back into the couch. “It’s just difficult to watch you practically drooling over other men.”

“Do you honestly all think I’ve never thought about any of you in such ways before?” Your question has an immediate silence settling over the room. “Why would I want people who don’t even know I exist over eight highly powerful, extremely attractive Kings?”

Eight pleased growls echo around the room.

“Look,” you exhale a long sigh, standing back to your feet, “if there’s one thing I need you all to understand, it’s that despite wherever it may seem that we are in our individual relationships, I am committed to you, not anyone else. Yes, I joke, and yes I tease, but I would never act on such things. Loyalty is something I value above anything else, and you’ve all had mine since I started falling for all of you.”

“You’ve had ours since before you came to us,” Seonghwa voices the thought on all of their minds.

You turn to face him, a soft upturn to your lips. “I know. That’s why I don’t get jealous. I mean, I usually don’t, anyways, but you don’t think I’ve realized that you all probably have your own little fan clubs of demons pining for your affection?” You chuckle, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Just because I have interests, doesn’t mean I’m going to up and leave you all at the drop of a hat.”

They remain silent for the moment.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change, and then I’m going to come back and spend the day either binging anime or music videos because it’s been a while since I’ve done either.” You say, already moving towards the door. “You’re all welcome to join me-“ at the way Wooyoung’s eyes gleam, you’re quick to add, “not while I’m changing.” Your narrowed eyes zero in on the way his pout is immediately back on his face. “As I was saying,” you continue, “you’re all welcome to join me when I get back. I would be more than happy to finally share some of my favourite things with you.”

Before you give any of them a chance to respond, you’ve left the room.

Not even fifteen minutes later you walk back into the cinema room to see all eight of them sitting in different spots, seemingly waiting patiently for your return. You smile, a fact which immediately brightens the room.

“I’m glad you all stayed,” you say, nothing but honesty dripping from your words as you make your way back over to the one couch to sit between Jongho and Yeosang, much to the other’s disappointment.

“We are always happy to learn more about you, Dearest,” Yeosang replies as he watches you sit beside him.

“Then, I think it’s time to show you all of my favourite songs,” you grin, already cuing up the next video on screen. “Warning: not all of them are happy.”

“We would love that,” Yunho smiles at you from across the room.

“Good,” you return the look, “because my favourite songs reveal more about me than I ever could.”

Little do you realize how each male straightens the slightest bit at your words. The significance and meaning of you opening yourself up in such a way washes over each and every one of them, hearts swelling in their chests. Attentively, they watch the screen.

For the next two and a half hours, you show them your favourite songs and music videos. Sure, a few of them, like Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong all still get jealous when you praise certain people on screen, but you notice it’s nowhere near as bad as it was before. Looks like your words truly did reassure them more than you’ll ever know.

“You seem to have a thing for dancers,” Yunho quirks a brow at you from across the way, and you notice how Wooyoung perks up immediately.

“Do I?” You hum knowingly. “I thought I mentioned how I appreciate good dancing before.”

“Once or twice,” Mingi grins, shooting a look towards San, whom then both turn towards Wooyoung in the next moment.

“I’d be more than happy to dance for you sometime, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung meets your gaze, and you notice how he rests his head on his one arm as he turns his whole body to look at you from across the room.

“I’d love that,” you smile back, and instantly Wooyoung can feel his heart absolutely pounding in his chest.

Just then, your phone pings, and you notice it’s a message from Reina. Only, when you open it, your eyes nearly bug right out of your head. That is, until the corner of your lips are quirking upwards.

Subtly, you shift your phone to show Yeosang the picture that is now displayed on your screen, seeing as you’ve taken the liberty to lean against him as more time had passed.

His reaction is immediate, and you can feel the way his breath hitches in his throat as his whole body tenses beneath you. His grip around your waist tightens ever so slightly, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that his eyes are glued to your screen.

Fucking hell, she’s trying to kill me. With each second that passes by, Yeosang finds it harder and harder to control himself around you, his gaze still never leaving your phone.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho glancing towards you with a curious gleam in his own. So, of course, you turn your phone to show him now, too.

This time, his reaction is instantly verbalized as a low curse escapes his lips.

All heads turn to look at you. You quirk a brow, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips.

“Here,” you shift slightly, choosing your next target carefully, “catch.”

In an instant, you’ve tossed your phone at San, noticing how both Yunho and Wooyoung surround him on either side. Wooyoung’s eyes nearly bug right out of his head as he sees the photo onscreen, practically snatching the phone from San’s grip as he stares at the picture presented to him.

“What? What’s going on?” Mingi, oh so innocently, asks, sitting forward in his spot.

“See for yourself,” Yunho clears his throat, snatching the phone from an overly eager Wooyoung who whines as soon as the picture disappears from sight.

You notice San still sits frozen in his spot, hand still in front of his body as if he’s still holding onto your phone. You giggle.

I think the correct term is she’s trying to kill us. Mingi has to stop himself from physically panting once he sees the image appear onscreen in front of himself.

If one of you don’t tell us what’s going on right now- Hongjoong begins before being cut off by Mingi in the next second.

See for yourself, Mingi tosses your phone at his Captain, who catches it with ease.

Again, his reaction is immediate. Hongjoong’s breathing deepens, and you notice his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness as he glances up at you. Even the eldest fairs no better, a low growl escaping his lips as he leans over to see what his brothers have had the pleasure of observing before him. No wonder they’re all reacting this way.

There, shining on the phone’s screen rests your figure, posing for the camera in the most intricate corset they’ve ever seen in their lives. The way a sultry grin pulls at your painted lips only adds to the image, captivating them at every glance.

“You can swipe right, you know,” you chuckle.

“There’s more?” Seonghwa practically moans out, grip deadly on the cushion beneath his hand.

Your nod is all the confirmation they need.

Instantly, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung are all on their feet, practically stumbling over each other as they race to see the other photos in the set. Jongho and Yunho are more subtle about it, but you can tell there’s an eagerness to their steps as they surround the two eldest still sitting on the couch. Hongjoong still holds your phone in his hand, grip trembling the slightest bit as he begins to swipe through the photos onscreen.

Turning your head slightly, you notice how Yeosang hasn’t moved a single inch yet. You can tell how badly he wants to go look, though, for his entire body is the most ridged its ever been beneath your touch.

Catching his eye, you simply quirk a brow at him, shifting your weight so he can move. Instantly, he’s stood from the couch, shoving his way through his brothers to see the images on your phone.

“Now, who are the one’s drooling?” You chuckle once more, shifting yourself so that you’re laying on your side on the couch.

“My Love, you cannot blame us,” Hongjoong meets your gaze, his eyes flashing black for the briefest of moments.

“I never said I did,” you grin, supporting your head in your one hand as you prop yourself up by your elbow. “Gives me a huge confidence boost knowing I can affect you all in such a way.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Mingi breathes out, both him and Jongho looking towards you out of the corner of their eyes.

“We’ve never-“ Seonghwa clears his throat. “We’ve never seen you like this before.”

“And you’re the only ones that have,” you reply, a devious grin to your lips. “Well, other than Reina, of course. She’s the one that took the photos.”

“You mean…?” Yeosang turns to look at you next.

“I’ve never shown those photos to anybody,” you confirm with a slight nod to your head. “Granted, I almost forgot they existed until she sent them to me again just now.”

“How…?” Wooyoung trails off, glancing between you and your phone, as if he cannot decide where he wants to keep his gaze. He swallows thickly.

“She dragged my ass to a renaissance fair, demanded we try on corsets, and then begged me to take photos for her portfolio,” you explain. At the questioning looks they continue to send you, you chuckle once more. “Reina is a photographer.”

“You mean there’s more photos of you like this?” San sounds a little too eager as he says this.

“Perhaps,” you smirk.

“Where?” Hongjoong’s eyes are near wild as he shifts his gaze to yours once more. “When?”

“Woah,” you giggle, and it does nothing to help the way each male feels in this very moment, “you’re all acting like I showed you my nudes or something.”

“You have nudes?” Mingi’s mouth goes dry, lips parting as he attempts to control his breathing for the moment.

Your eyes widen dramatically, raising your one hand in front of you in your defence as they all turn to look at you eagerly. “No, I do not have nudes. Don’t go snooping through my phone trying to find them, either. You will be severely disappointed.”

The way their shoulders all visibly seem to droop has your eyebrows raising even further.

“I show you several photos of me in a corset and you all decide to start asking for nudes,” you tut teasingly. “And here I thought I was the needy one.”

“You know,” Yunho clears his throat, “if you need any help sorting out those needs, we are more than happy to assist you.”

If your eyes go any wider, and you think that your eyeballs will fall right out of your head.

Then, a teasing grin is pulling at your lips as you quirk a brow. “All of you?”

“All of us.” San replies, breathlessly.

“At the same time?”

An air of stillness settles over all of them as you watch them stiffen.

“At the same time.” Seonghwa confirms, voice barely above a whisper as he meets your gaze.

“So, you would be okay with that?” You inquire, nothing but curiosity reflected in your tone. “If I wanted more than one of you at a time?”

“If that is what you so desire,” Hongjoong confirms, chest rising and falling dramatically as he meets your gaze. “As long as it was us, and only us."

“We only want to please you, Dearest,” Yeosang breathes, voice low and airy.

You nod, the corner of your lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “So, if I said only one of you could touch me while the others watched, you’d all be okay with that?”

Eight low growls reach your ears as their eyes flash.

“If that is what you wanted, Baby, we’d be more than happy to oblige,” San’s voice is but a low drawl on his lips, nothing but desire shining within his eyes as he trails his gaze over your figure laying on the couch. Of course, he’s hoping that he’ll be the only one able to touch you right now while the others watch, if that’s truly what you’re implying is about to happen.

“Seeing you experiencing pleasure would be enough for any one of us, as long as we got to experience it with you.” Seonghwa breathes, eyes locked on your figure as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

You cannot help it, your breath hitches in your throat, and you find yourself immediately sitting up. Crossing your legs over one another, you take the time to meet each one of their gazes, seeing nothing but sincerity and desire for you shining within their orbs. You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat.

“Whatever you want,” Mingi rumbles out.

“Whenever you need it,” Yunho adds, just as lowly.

Cautiously, Wooyoung takes a small step towards you. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them as he trails his gaze shamelessly over your body, locking in on the way your legs shift subconsciously the closer he gets to you.

“Please, won’t you let us experience you like this, Angel?” His voice is low, desperate as he comes to stand directly in front of your sitting form on the couch. Slowly, he begins to lower himself onto his knees in front of you, shaking hands reaching out to place them gently on your crossed legs. “I promise we’ll make this worth your while.”

“All we want is to please you,” San’s chest heaves with every breath he takes, dark eyes watching your every movement carefully.

“Say the word, Darling,” Jongho cannot tear his eyes away from yours as he slowly begins stalking towards you. “Say the word, and we’ll do everything in our power to please you.”

You lips part the slightest as you find yourself uncrossing your legs. The whole time, Wooyoung’s hands never leave your body, fingers subtly pressing into the skin of your lower thighs as his palms rest over your knees. His chest rises and falls dramatically as he can hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, along with the way your scent spikes with arousal. His eyes flash once more, and he knows for a fact that he isn’t the only one this affected by you right now.

“Please,” the word is a near whimper on his lips as he looks up into your eyes, “won’t you let us?”

You blink, swallowing thickly as you are surrounded by their lustful stares. You cannot deny the way your entire body heats beneath their gazes, a fire lighting in your veins as they continue to stare at you with nothing but desire in their eyes. This is just as intense for them right now as it is for you, and you cannot help the way need courses through you.

“Okay,” your response is but a whisper on your lips as you stand to your feet.

Collectively, their breaths all catch in their throat as they watch you shift your hand to undo the button on the front of your jeans.

“You mean…?” Seonghwa’s mouth goes dry, eyes flashing as he watches you meet his gaze.

“Yes,” you confirm, your own eyes flashing. “Two of you may touch me while the others watch.”

Wooyoung’s grip on you tightens, and he can feel his whole body tense. None of his brothers have to hear his thoughts to know that he’s just daring them to try and move him from his spot kneeling before you right now.

“Who-“ Wooyoung can barely get the words out to ask you which two of them you want to touch you. His whole body begins to tremble at the thought of being so close to you, yet you choosing someone else.

The grin that pulls onto your features says it all, “whoever else can get to me first.”

The way their gazes all flash black is instantaneous, growls resonating throughout the room as they spare glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes. You have half a mind to quirk a brow at them all until you feel a warmth standing at your back, pressing himself further into you as his arms wrap around your waist.

You notice Wooyoung smirk.

“Like hell I’m letting you have all the fun,” Jongho’s voice is low, right beside your ear as he leans into you. “If we do something you don’t like, you let us know right away, Darling.”

Your heart warms as a soft smile paints your features, “I will.”

Jongho’s hands begin to toy with the hem of your shirt as you feel Wooyoung slide his own up your thighs. Slowly, the elder of the two begins to drag the zipper of your jeans down, eyes locked on your own and searching for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. He finds none.

“May we?” Wooyoung’s voice is low, and you can feel the way his fingers shake against your skin as he barely hooks the tips beneath the waistline of your jeans.

Six pairs of eager eyes watch you closely from around the room, each male settling into a spot where they can see you clearly. They will savour this moment for eternity, for as long as you will allow them to indulge.

“You may,” you confirm. However, your hand on top of Jongho’s pauses his movements of stripping you of your shirt. “But, my shirt stays on. I’m not being the only one naked in a room full of eight men. Sorry boys, that’s one power dynamic I do not like.”

“As you wish, My Queen,” Jongho’s voice is low, nothing but a drawl on his lips as he releases the material of your shirt from his grip.

“Whatever makes you most comfortable, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles softly at you from across the room, and you notice all of them staring at you with such fond looks in their eyes.

“We are just happy to be sharing such a moment with you,” Yunho says, lips parting as he watches Wooyoung drag the material of your jeans down your legs.

“Our Queen,” San’s voice rumbles out, eyes flashing as he trails his gaze over your body.

Eight pleased growls reach your ears, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A fact of which both males holding onto you feel, making them smirk.

Jongho’s hands settle on your waist, thumbs gently stroking over your skin as Wooyoung helps you step out of your jeans. In the next moment, he hooks his fingers through the waistline of your panties, eyes shining as he meets your gaze once more. As soon as he sees you give him a nod of confirmation, he slowly begins to drag the offending material down your legs.

Again, a shiver caresses your spine at the feeling of his fingers trailing over your skin.

The full scent of your arousal begins to fill the room, echoed only by the low growls you can hear as they all take a deep breath. You can practically feel Jongho’s chest humming against your back as he pulls you the slightest bit closer into him for the moment.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Darling,” Jongho begins to nip at the skin of your ear, his voice but a low rumble. Several growls of agreement echo throughout the room. “Makes me desperate for a taste.”

The way your breath hitches is music to all of their ears.

“You’re not the only desperate one here, brother,” Seonghwa practically growls at the youngest, dark eyes trained in on the apex of your thighs.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Yunho smirk, licking his lips knowingly.

“What I wouldn’t give for a taste right now,” San pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he clings onto the couch he’s sitting on for dear life.

Never would you have expected the effect of feeling all of their hungry gazes on you like this. The desire alone you can see swimming beneath the blackness of their eyes sets your heart racing, feeling yourself clench around nothing the more comments that keep slipping passed their lips.

Glancing down once more, you see Wooyoung bring your panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply as a low groan escapes his lips. His whole body shudders as his eyes flash open, instantly captivating you at the darkness swirling within.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “just as perfect as I remember.”

You cannot deny the way your stomach twists in pleasure.

Slowly, you reach a hand out to cup the side of Wooyoung’s face in your palm, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch. You smirk.

“How about we let someone else enjoy these for now, hmm?” You hum, shifting your grip slightly to snatch your panties out of his one hand.

As soon as you right yourself, you see six pairs of eyes locked intently on your figure. Stepping out of the two youngest’s hold, you begin walking towards one male in particular who straightens in his seat.

Hongjoong can feel his heart absolutely pounding beneath his chest as you come to stand in front of him with those hooded eyes of yours. He swallows thickly, watching you with dark eyes of his own as you gracefully drop your panties into his lap.

You flick a brow at him teasingly, that damned smirk pulling at your lips as you drawl out an, “enjoy, Captain.”

Hongjoong has half the mind to pull you into his lap right this very second, and claim you in front of the others like he’s always desired. Oh, so badly does he want to grab you by the hips, and kiss you until you’re breathless, pleasing you until he is the only thing on your mind.

Alas, Hongjoong is a patient man, and he is more than content with this turn of events. Besides, he knows that when the time finally comes where he can finally make you his in every meaning of the way, it will be that much more sweeter.

Reaching down, he’s quick to grasp your panties in his one hand, feeling the jealous stares of his brothers on him as he shamelessly raises the material to his nose and inhales deeply.

A shuddering moan escapes him as your scent fully surrounds him, his fingers tightening subtly on the material in his hand. Hongjoong can feel his already semi-hard cock twitching beneath his slacks, dark eyes locked on your figure as you situate yourself between the two youngest once more.

As soon as Jongho’s hands are back on your waist, you feel him pulling you down onto the couch behind you. His chin rests on your shoulder, back pressed against his chest as he holds you in his lap. He smirks, hearing you let out a small gasp as you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung shift the slightest bit forward.

In the next second, Wooyoung’s hands are back on your knees, his thumb gently stroking over your exposed skin. You notice how your legs seem to be hooked around Jongho’s for the moment, and you have to swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel them both beginning to spread you open for all to see.

The feeling of Wooyoung���s hands running up your inner thighs has another shiver caressing your spine, lips parting in a silent moan. The way Jongho’s thighs tense beneath you has you practically keening against him as you look down to see Wooyoung staring, completely transfixed, at your weeping entrance.

“Fuck, what a pretty pussy you have, Angel,” Wooyoung moans, fingers pressing that much firmer into your skin as he spreads you even further apart.

You cannot help the way you clench at his words, hearing several other low moans echo throughout the room.

“So fucking beautiful,” Mingi growls out, chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath he takes.

“So fucking perfect,” Yeosang groans, eyes fluttering shut as he absolutely revels in this moment right here, right now, with you.

“And all ours,” San practically snarls, eyes flashing black along with all of his brothers’.

“Our Queen,” Hongjoong’s voice is but a low growl as he continues gripping onto your panties for dear life, black eyes locked on the way your dripping entrance clenches around nothing once more.

An unabashed moan tumbles from your lips as your eyes flutter closed, leaning your head back to rest against Jongho’s shoulder.

“My Kings,” your voice is breathless as you practically whimper out those two simple words, but the effect is still immediate.

Eight pleased snarls fill your ears, hearing their breathing all deepen in the next moment. You even feel Jongho twitch beneath you, a fact which makes you smile.

This is everything they could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that you trust them enough to indulge in such fantasies with them, that you are allowing them to even see you in such a state, means more to them than you’ll ever know.

“Fucking hell, she looks so good like this,” Mingi pants, his whole body visibly shaking. “All spread out for us to see.”

“Look at her,” Seonghwa moans, fingers digging harshly into the couch beneath him as he attempts to maintain some form of control over his body for the time being. “She’s practically dripping, and we haven’t even touched her yet.”

“Just how wet is she?” Hongjoong asks the question on all of their minds, gaze focussing in on that pretty pussy of yours on full display for every single one of them.

Wooyoung meets your gaze for the briefest of moments, noting how you nod ever so subtly as he leans even further into you. As soon as he has your consent, he’s shifting his one hand, running a tender thumb over your dripping entrance and feeling just how wet you are.

Shamelessly, a moan tumbles from his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his hands begin to shake. The way your own chest rises and falls dramatically does nothing to help any of them right now.

“She’s soaked,” Wooyoung groans, eyes flashing once more as they settle on your weeping entrance.

“Pretty Baby,” San hums, drawing your attention to him to see him practically devouring you already with his eyes. “Are you enjoying this as much as we are right now?”

“Yes,” your answer is immediate, nothing more than a moan on your lips.

They all groan in response, and you feel Jongho twitch once again beneath you.

“Tell us, Petal,” Yunho’s voice rumbles out, low and seductive, as he draws your attention to him next. “Have you thought about this before? Have you fantasized about one of us touching you? About one of us pleasing you while the others watched?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow thickly. “Yes.”

Eight pleased snarls sound around the room.

Wooyoung licks his lips, inhaling your scent deeply once more as he slowly begins to lean into you. His hands shamelessly trail up your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as his eyes dart to your own briefly. 

“Then, let me make all your dreams come true, Angel.” The warmth of his breath ghosts along the skin of your entrance, causing your whole body to tremble in anticipation. Yet still, he waits for your nod of confirmation.

The feeling of Jongho trailing his hands up your sides and beneath the material of your shirt makes it increasingly harder to think. Still, you manage to nod your head, a breathless ‘please’ falling from your lips in the next second.

The word has barely finished falling from your lips when Wooyoung’s are on you, tongue darting out to finally taste you after so long of simply fantasizing about it. At the same time, Jongho takes this opportunity to cup your breasts over your bra, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

Your reaction is immediate. Your eyes flutter shut as a low moan escapes your parted lips, head being tossed back onto Jongho’s shoulder. Your one hand instantly moves to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair, fingers tugging at his roots as he lets out an appreciative groan.

The second swipe of his tongue between your folds is synonymous with the way Jongho practically tears your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room in the next moment. Your protest practically dies in your throat as you feel Wooyoung beginning to suck your clit into his mouth at the same time Jongho’s hands return to your breasts, kneading the tender flesh beneath his grip. In the next moment, his fingers move to pinch at your hardening nipples, eliciting another of the sweetest moans from your lips as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger.

Your breathing comes in jagged pants, a low curse escaping you in the next moment as you feel Wooyoung laving his mouth over your entire pussy. He pulls you closer, moaning shamelessly into you as his eyes flutter shut.

“Is she as sweet as she looks?” Seonghwa licks his lips, eyes darting between the way Wooyoung devours your dripping entrance, and every beautiful expression you’re giving them right now.

“Sweeter,” Wooyoung moans, feeling you clench around his tongue in response.

“Fuck- look at you,” Jongho groans lowly in your ear, his teeth finding purchase on the skin of your neck in the next second. “Look at you getting lost in the pleasure only we can provide for you.”

Another whimper escapes your lips, fingers tightening their hold in Wooyoung’s hair as you pull him closer into you. A fact which he is more than happy to oblige.

“So fucking beautiful, Starlight,” Mingi growls out once more.

“No idea what you do to us,” Hongjoong snarls, gaze never leaving your figure for one second as he indulges in this moment right alongside his brothers.

“Our perfect Queen,” Yeosang’s voice rumbles out, low and sultry as you just manage to meet his gaze.

Wooyoung moans against you, feeling you clench once more around his tongue at his brother’s words. Greedily, he continues to lave his mouth over your wet cunt, tongue delving between your folds before coming up to flick at your clit. He can feel your sweet nectar flooding his every sense, absolutely loving the way you begin to drip down his chin as he sucks your clit into his mouth yet again. This is everything he could have ever wanted, and so much more.

Nothing could have prepared them for the next word that falls from your lips.

“Yours.”

The eight snarls that greet your ears are unlike anything you’ve ever heard before.

“I don’t think I will ever grow tired of hearing you say that, Petal,” Yunho groans, his entire body visibly shaking as he continues to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck- Wooyoung-“ your breath hitches as you toss your head back, thighs twitching slightly as both your hands now bury themselves in his hair. “Just like that.”

A pride unlike any other fills his chest as his eyes flash black, a pleased rumble reverberating against your core as he feels you pull him in closer. Wooyoung has to see you fall apart because of him. He just has to. So, he does what he does best. He pulls you even closer, redoubling his efforts as his tongue delves between your folds once more.

You find you can barely keep your eyes open, the pleasure thrumming through your veins drowning you in an ecstasy unlike anything you’ve felt before. The added fact that you can feel their heated gazes on you, noticing how most of them begin to stroke themselves over their pants in time with your breaths has your stomach twisting in pleasure. Never have you ever felt so desired before in your entire life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

What makes this moment all the more intense is the love you can see dripping within their eyes as they continue to stare at you. You can feel it in your bones: they don’t view you as some object to them, but as their equal. Always, and forever, you are theirs, just as much as they are yours.

So, you decide to remind them.

“My Kings,” your voice is low, airy as you can feel your release building within you. You know you have their complete and utter attention as that coil continues to tighten within your lower abdomen, seconds away from snapping. “You’re mine.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel your release washing over you like a wave upon the shore. Your eyes squeeze shut, a loud whine escaping you as your whole body trembles within both Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s hold. 

The grip you have on Wooyoung’s hair is deadly as he continues to ride you through your high, tongue greedily devouring every last drop you have to offer him of your sweet nectar. Even Jongho finds it difficult to catch his breath, chest rising and falling right alongside your own as he gently strokes his hands over your sides for the moment.

All that can be heard throughout the room is the sound of heavy breathing and your muted whimpers as Wooyoung laves his tongue lazily over your folds.

Slowly, Jongho begins to trail his lips over the side of your neck, placing tender kisses against your skin and muttering subtle praises into your ear.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, fingers digging into your hips. “So perfect.”

“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung hums, slowly trailing kisses over the skin of your inner thighs as he helps to calm you further, grounding you back to reality with every press of his lips against you. “For me.”

“Our Queen,” Seonghwa hums, looking towards you through hooded eyes. “Thank you, for letting us indulge,”

You smile faintly, still attempting to catch your breath as you are more than content to rest in Jongho’s arms for the moment.

“I didn’t realize that would be so intense,” you manage to get out, resting your one hand over your stomach. Briefly, you spare a glance around the room as a heat blooms on your cheeks. “Did you all, uh-“ you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel all eight pairs of eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “Did you all enjoy it?”

You can feel the way Jongho smiles against your skin as you see the others all glancing at you with nothing but a tender fondness in their eyes.

“More than you’ll ever know, My Love,” Hongjoong is the one who answers, speaking the thoughts on all of their minds. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, some of us need to change.”

Your lips part in mild shock, heart fluttering in your chest as you realize the implications behind his words. Now that you think about it, you do feel a small wet patch against your ass right where you had previously felt the press of Jongho’s hard cock.

“Oh,” you giggle, and again, the sound is like music to their ears.

In the blink of an eye, all of them except for both Wooyoung and Jongho disappear from your sight.

“Are you okay, Darling?” Jongho keeps his voice low as he leans into your ear for the nth time this afternoon.

“We didn’t push you too far, too fast, did we?��� Nothing but concern is reflected in Wooyoung’s eyes as he lovingly runs his hand over the skin of your one thigh.

“Not at all,” you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “I rather enjoyed that.”

The brilliant smile that paints Wooyoung’s features sets your heart racing in your chest. A look you’re sure is mirrored on Jongho’s face as he tightens his arms around your waist, hugging you to him as he buried his nose into the side of your neck.

“Next time, don’t tear my bra, though,” you poke Jongho’s one thigh, feeling the way he chuckles beneath you as he slowly closes your legs.

“I can just buy you a new one, Darling,” his voice playfully rumbles out.

“Or I can just make one for you,” Seonghwa reappears instantly, drawing your attention across the room. “I have quite a few ideas after today, anyways.”

“Let me guess,” you grin knowingly, “there’s a corset in there somewhere, isn’t there?”

“Guilty,” he chuckles, just as Mingi appears with a glass of water held in his hand for you.

Taking the glass, you thank him lightly. “Then, there better be one for each of you in that order of yours.”

Immediately, all of their eyes are on you.

“What?” You grin. “I’m not wearing one unless all of you wear one. Make them matching for all I care, but I’m serious about absolutely loving men in corsets.”

You notice all of them swallowing thickly.

“But of course,” Seonghwa breathes, just as the rest of his brothers reappear in the room.

“Anything for you, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles as he hands you a fresh pair of pants and underwear.

“Hehe,” you giggle as you take the clothes from Yeosang’s outstretched hands, “yay!”

A moment of silence settles over the nine of you as you move off of Jongho to slip your fresh pair of panties on.

“Oh, so you don’t want these back?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, your other pair held in his one hand.

You meet his gaze, blinking a few times at him in response. That is, until a devious grin is tugging onto your lips. “I told you to enjoy, didn’t I?”

The way you quirk a brow knowingly at him has him disappearing instantly, hiding your panties somewhere safe in his room before he reappears in the next second.

“No fair!” San whines just as both Wooyoung and Jongho reappear in the room with a fresh set of clothes on. “I want a pair, too.”

A laugh escapes you just as you slip your new pants on, noticing how he’s not the only one who wears a large pout on his face.

“Oh, relax, will you,” you tut teasingly at Mingi, San, and Wooyoung. “I have more panties, you know.”

At your words, all three of them instantly perk up, and you notice Jongho attempting not to look too eager out of the corner of your eyes. You laugh once more as you sit back on the couch, muttering about your damn horny Kings all the while. A fact which makes pleased growls build in their chests yet again.

“Speaking of, you all really do owe a lot to Reina,” you chuckle. “How many times now has she instigated something between us without knowing?”

“So, she’s a photographer, huh?” San inquires, a grin tugging at his lips.

“How many more shoots have you done for her portfolio?” Yeosang asks, oh, so innocently.

“What other types of pictures has she taken of you?” Mingi inquires, an eager look shining in his eyes.

You quirk a brow, noticing how they all stare at you intently.

“Where’s my phone?” You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “I’ll just get her to send me all of the photos when she has a chance.”

Instantly, Hongjoong has your phone in his hand, tossing it to you in the next second. A moment later, and you’ve sent the message off to Reina, telling her to send you all of your past photoshoots with her when she gets a chance.

The excitement you can feel radiating off of them alone has a smile tugging at your features.

“Now, we wait,” you hum, tucking your phone beneath your one thigh as you lean back on the couch.

“Well, hopefully she doesn’t call you crying about WayV again,” Wooyoung jokes, plopping down on the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“She might,” you tease back, a playful quirk to your brow as you lean into him.

Little do you see the brilliant smile that takes over his features as you do so.

“You mentioned something about her ex making her cry?” Mingi’s brow furrows as he recalls your words from earlier.

Immediately, your expression is darkening. “That good for nothing bastard cheated on her. Twice. And then, had the audacity to both blame her for it, and then beg for her back in the next breath.”

“He still contacts her?” Seonghwa’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Sometimes, he tries to,” you reply. “But then he is, oh, so kindly reminded about what I would do to him if I ever saw his face again.”

“More of those delightful violent thoughts of yours, My Love?” Hongjoong grins, knowingly.

“The bloodiest,” you smile, not so innocently back. Then, more to yourself, “serves him right after what he did to her.”

At the few looks you see them sending you, you let out a small sigh.

“I have no sympathy for people like that. People who fall under the categories of the three worst things I believe you could do to another person.” You explain.

“Which are?” Yunho inquires.

“Cheating, for one.” You begin, holding up your finger in the air for emphasis. Then, you’re raising another finger as you list the second, “any form of sexual assault, or rape. I absolutely despise people who feel entitled to another person in any way, shape, or form.”

They nod, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“And the third thing?” Yeosang voices softly, swallowing the sudden dryness in his throat.

You meet his gaze, “making someone believe you have feelings for them, or are in love with them when you couldn’t care less about them.”

A silence settles over the room as the eight males all share a worried glance. They can tell from your body language alone that something happened which made you believe this. Something bad.

“Not even murder?” San jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.

You grin, “nope. Different circumstances. Sometimes, it’s in self defence. I would never despise someone for killing their abuser, or their rapist. Though, on the scale of things, it’d be close fourth, but again, depends on the circumstances.”

“Literally, you could not be more perfect,” Wooyoung sighs dreamily as he rests against your side.

“That being said,” you add, and you notice how you have all of their attention on you once again. You just want to know something, and your curiosity is getting the better of you for the moment. “If I ever wanted you guys to kill someone for me-“

“Done.” Hongjoong replies, a little too eagerly.

“Say the word, and its yours,” Seonghwa breathes.

“Woah,” you raise your hands as much as you can while being held by Wooyoung. “I was just curious, is all.”

“You know we would do anything for you,” Yeosang reminds you. “That includes disposing of or protecting anyone you tell us to.”

You blink, clearly caught off guard for the moment. “Duly noted.”

San takes this opportunity to sit on your opposite side, sliding his arm around your waist where Wooyoung’s hold is scarce.

“Whatever you want, whenever you need it,” he whispers lowly into your ear, successfully causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You reach over and pat his knee, a smile tugging at your features all the while as you shift your attention back to the screen in front of you “Now, if you don’t mind, a certain red-haired emperor of the sea is calling my name.”