A/N: It is done, I am sorry it took so long but as you can see, it is my longest fic so far !!! I may have gotten carried away but I am quite proud of this monstrosity of a fic so, please enjoy <33
Summary: Â There has been arrangements for you to marry a good friend of yours and you werenât included in the discussion, now you have to come to terms with wedding a man you donât love, understand why you have been put in this situation and learn to enjoy leaving home and living somewhere new. Â
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, virgin!reader, dirty talk, dry humping, thigh fucking, fingering, cunnilingus, minor dacryphilia, tiny bit of size kink (if you squint), tease!Kuai, mentions of panic attacks, reader has both a mother and father, I think that is all !! <3
MDNI
This is⌠not an ideal situation for you. You have just been made aware, not asked, made aware, of the fact that you will be marrying Kuai Liang of the Shirai Ryu. It has been arranged between your family and the clan, and they both left you out of the conversation. To be fair, it could be worse, you know Kuai and have for a bit now but you did not foresee this coming. The shock of the situation and neglect to include you in the conversation is what has you upset the most.
Also, the fact that Kuai didnât mention this to you at all? Is odd, you are close with him and youâve always thought of him as your good friend, so to have him not bring up being arranged to marry him, at all⌠is upsetting and suspicious. But in the end, itâs not like what you think matters, considering this has already been decided for you and youâd really rather not kick up a fuss. It wouldnât end well for you.
Picking your battles is smart, itâs a philosophy you live by and going against your father⌠is a battle you would not win, not this time anyways. You can tell, when he looks you in the eyes to tell you what is happening, he is not concerned with your feelings, he is only telling you the reality of what is going to happen.
At least it is not a stranger but somehow itâs not that much better, since Kuai didnât tell you. You suppose, he probably has his reasons but you canât get over being passed around like property, itâs sad, it makes you sad that your father is casting you off so easily and it also makes you sad that Kuai is, compliant with it, at the very least.
âThis is something that will be happening,â your fathers voice is stern, even.
You look him in the eyes, firm, resolute, âI am aware and I will not resist but that does not mean I am happy, and I will not lie and say I am either.â
He is unmoved by your voiced displeasure, âYou will do whatever makes this process go smoothly and you will do what you are told.â
You feel, so much right now but your face remains emotionless, unwilling to break in front of your father, âFine but I am going to tell you right now, to me, this is unforgivable.â
Your father raises a brow at you, feeling no sympathy, âI do not need your forgiveness, I have done nothing wrong.â
He is unbelievable, so you tell him, âI hope one day, you will see how wrong you are but for now I will live with the fact that you have cast off your only daughter to be wed without her consent.â
âAnd I hope one day, you understand my actions and realise you are being a petulant child,â he retorts.
You ignore him and his rude statement, âIf there is nothing further to be discussed, I would like to leave.â
He waves a dismissive hand at you, âYes, fine, leave.â
Standing to your feet, you leave the formal dining area. He had asked you there under false pretences, you had expected a nice afternoon chat with your dad over tea and instead he dropped this bomb on you. After you shut the door, you head towards the garden, needing fresh air and solace to collect your thoughts. This is going to be a⌠trying couple of weeks.
The garden is quiet, you sit on an old wooden bench, looking out towards all the greenery. Itâs a nice garden, your mother has worked hard on tending to it, the flowers are beautiful, at least they usually are. None of the flowers are blooming at the moment, dead or dormant for the colder months. It fills you with a sense of melancholy to know you are not going to see this garden as frequently after your marriage.
Youâre facing the entrance currently and so you can see when Kuai Liang is making his way towards you. Normally, you would be pleased to see him but after the news youâve just received, you are⌠maybe not unhappy to see him but certainly not excited either and he can tell as much when he looks to you, his demeanour sheepish as he approaches.
âIâm guessing your father has told you,â he says, standing in front of you.
You look up to him, âYou mean that we have new tea?â you say sardonically before continuing, âOr maybe you are referring to the fact that I am supposed to be marrying you within the next few weeks, something that has been in the works for a couple of weeks without my knowledge and not only that but the fact that this will result in me having to leave my home and move somewhere unfamiliar, with people I do not know well?â Your face displays no extreme emotions but your tone is filled with threatening politeness.
Thereâs a few moments of silence, Kuai only looks at you, not knowing what to say to make this better and to be quite frank, there is nothing that will make you feel better at this current moment.
Your expression changes to a more easy going one, âYes, he told me.â
Kuai sighs, âHe was meant to wait for me, I wanted to speak with you first.â
âWell, that is where you went wrong,â you wave a hand at him, explaining, âHe has to be the one to do things first, he was never going to let you tell me this.â Your father has an odd complex, he has the only say in things and he will be the first one to inform others of what they are to do. âOrdersâ come from him and him alone.
Distantly, you wonder if he told you first because it will be the last âorderâ he can give you before you are given away to another man. This is gross, it feels like swapping handlers, you feel as though you have no freedom and that all the times your father had told you, that you were so much more than just a woman, just a future wife, were lies. Like he meant none of it.
It feels as though, the relationship with your father will never be the same again and coming to terms with that is going to be hard.
You pat the spot beside you on the bench, âSit down.â
Itâs awkward between the two of you, mostly because you can tell Kuai has more to say but you wonât even look in his direction, which is making it hard for him to gain an opening to talk. It feels mean, but you know what else feels mean? Getting betrothed to a friend and not being told, even though he knew it was happening.
You sigh beside him, âKuai, are you sure about this?â
âYes,â he doesnât hesitate in answering.
âWhat about you and Harumi?â You were pretty sure they had something going on between the two of them.
Heâs looking at you, âWhat about her?â
Your eyes stay forward but you really want to look at him and roll them dramatically, âWhat do you mean âwhat about herâ? Everyone was pretty sure you two were going to wed.â
He turns his own face forward, looking out to the garden, âWe are just friends, nothing more.â
âBe honest with yourself Kuai, I donât want to be the reason you miss your chance at love.â You feel empty, this isnât how you wanted to marry and it will suck even more if Kuai doing this causes him to miss out on love.
He is unconcerned by your hesitations, his tone even when he speaks, âI do not feel that way, not for Harumi.â
âBut you feel that way for someone?â He doesnât reply, âMy concern is still warranted then.â You finish, his silence a clear indication that he feels some type of way for someone.
He wavers for a moment, going to say something before deciding against it.
You talk before him, making yourself clear, âIf you still want to go through with this, in spite of your feelings for someone else, then that is fine. I will do whatever is asked of me but I want you to know⌠I think you should marry the person you love.â
Kuai stands up from the bench, his back to you, âYour concern is noted.â Is all he says before he walks away.
Youâre left in the garden by yourself, Kuai has walked off, assumedly leaving for the day, he seemed to be getting annoyed at your pushing. The mention of him not marrying the person he loves probably displeasing him, which is fair but he also has the power to stop this from happening. This is all very confusing for you, no one even told you it was happening and now it seems like both your father and Kuai are neglecting to tell you everything. Neglecting to tell you the things that would have all of this making sense. Typical men.
At least the air around you is fresh, cold, but fresh and itâs helping to calm you down. Both the conversations between Kuai and your father not going well has upset you but at least the cool breeze is relieving, itâs what you need to gather yourself before moving forward. Youâll just have to look on the bright side⌠which you will do, when you find out what the bright side is. Because so far there doesnât seem to be anything bright about this situation but maybe that is just your bad mood talking.
You stay in the garden for a while, thinking about all the things that are about to change for you. The actual wedding wonât be for a few weeks but that doesnât mean you get to stay here; your father informed you that you have one week left here and then you are to be moved to the Shirai Ryu village. An upsetting fact but you will cope, at least you will know some of the people there. And by some, you mean Tomas, Raiden and Harumi, everyone else is a stranger but itâs better than nothing.
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When you head back to the house, everyone is waiting at the dinner table for you and by everyone, you mean Kuai is also sat at the table. He had stayed, apparently and now you have to sit through a very uncomfortable dinner with your mother, father and Kuai â your soon to be husband.
Sighing lightly and mostly to yourself, you move to your usual spot, sat across from Kuai, your mother and father sit at either end of the table. Judging by the atmosphere of the room already, this is going to be a long dinner.
Looking to Kuai, you canât read much about how he is feeling. He is stoic and looks to be calm, but you canât tell if he really feels that way or if everything he is feeling, is occurring internally. His eyes lock onto yours and you hold his gaze, wanting to challenge him, his eyes are unmoving and firm. You keep looking at him but you need to blink, you try holding out for as long as you can before your eyes start to water and you have to close them.
When you look back at him, one of his brows are raised humorously at you, entertained by your poor attempt at a staring competition. It wasnât your initial intent to try and start a staring contest, only wanting to display your irritation for this situation but now youâre even more annoyed that you couldnât get him to blink before you. You arenât even convinced heâs blinked yet, weirdo.
Scowling lightly, you look away from him and down to your food. Your parents have been talking but you havenât really been listening, all your attention was on Kuai Liang and his stupid face. Why he has stayed eludes you but youâre sure you will find out soon enough, itâs too late for him to leave now, heâll probably stay the night and heâll probably want to speak with you again before he leaves, presumably tomorrow.
âAre you paying attention to me?â Your fathers voice booms from the head of the table.
Your posture shoots up and your head flicks in his direction to look at him, you donât know how to tell him you werenât. He seems very angry, heâs never raised his voice like that to you before, his behaviour is starting to distress you.
Kuai speaks for you, trying to help, âIt was my fault, I was distracting her.â
Your father is displeased though, you can tell by the way the corner of his eye twitches slightly and how his mouth pulls up, he goes to say something but your mother talks over him, âNow, I think that is quite enough, letâs eat and they can talk later, hmm?â She poses it like a question but it isnât one, sheâs telling him what to do right now and he concedes, like he most often does when it comes to your mother.
Dinner is silent and uncomfortable and you want to rip your eyes out of your head because this is the worst thing youâve had to sit through. Last time you felt like this was when your parents had been arguing for weeks straight and then suddenly stopped, choosing to punish each other silently instead⌠which was somehow, way worse than the yelling and bickering.
You chance a glance up to Kuai and heâs already looking at you, his eyes are sympathetic to you and how uncomfortable you must feel but you feel worse for him. This isnât his house or his family, it must be incredibly painful to try and eat dinner with a family that is currently annoyed with each other.
Taking initiative, you push back from your seat, âIâd like to talk with Kuai now, privately.â You squint at your father, frustration with him palpable.
âThank your mother for dinner first,â he mumbles out.
Turning to your mother, you graciously say, âThank you for dinner, it was lovely.â
âYouâre very welcome,â she smiles and scrunches her nose at you affectionately.
As you round behind her chair, you kiss the top of her head before grabbing Kuaiâs hand and tugging him off after you, he makes sure to thank your parents as heâs pulled along. You donât look back and continue dragging him behind you, leading him to your room. It will be quiet there and you can maybe get some answers out of him.
âWhere are you taking me?â Heâs being pliant, letting you continue to lead him, even though he very easily could get you to stop in your tracks.
You try ignoring him but he tugs back a bit, showing you just how easily he could stop complying with you. Groaning and without looking back at him, you say, âMy room.â
He stops all at once and your back collides with his chest. He doesnât move though, not even taking a step back from you falling into him. He leans down behind you, mouth next to your ear, âIs that appropriate?â
His voice is deep and sets you on edge, a shiver threatening to run down your spine at the low timbre of his voice. You suppress it as best you can before turning your face to the side, both of you close like this. You thought he would pull away from you but he doesnât, he doesnât move an inch. His eyes are lidded as he looks at you, it feels like his gaze is burning through you.
Your head flicks forward, not able to handle the way he was looking at you just now, all the blood in your body feels like itâs rushed to your face. He pulls away from you, a hand landing on your shoulder. You gather yourself quickly and tell him, âIt is appropriate, I have questions and you have answers.â
One of your hands grabs his from your shoulder and you walk off again, he trails silently behind you this time, letting you drag him around. His hand is very warm, warmer than before, heâd be handy to have close by this winter. You suppose that could be a bright side, youâre marrying a pyromancer in the middle of winter. Itâs not much but the thought makes you smile.
When you approach your room, you open the door to let him in first and tell him to sit anywhere. You follow in behind him, shutting the door and turning to look at him. He is awkwardly standing in the middle of your room; he seems to be having trouble deciding where to sit. You watch him struggle for a bit, before he seemingly decides to just stand.
Laughing to yourself, you walk up to him and push on his chest, he walks back until his legs hit the edge of your bed, âSit.â You tell him.
He sits down, carefully, eyes looking up into yours, âYou are demanding.â
You roll your eyes at him and move across the room, when you come back, youâre dragging a chair you had kept in the corner. You place it in front of him and sit down, crossing one leg over the other. His eyes watch the way your legs move before looking back to you.
Kuaiâs frame is still, not moving and very clearly not relaxed. Itâs funny, looking at this large man sit uncomfortably on your bed. He shuffles a bit from side to side, trying to make the best of his situation.
âDo you want the chair?â You ask, taking pity on him.
He looks to you, âI am fineâŚâ
You get up anyways and move over to him, offering your hand to pull him up. He takes it but pulls you down beside him instead, your outer thigh is pressed against his. You jostle against him a bit, the mattress bouncing lightly with your weight and the force of Kuaiâs pull.
You pull your hand from his and gently slap at his shoulder, âWhat was that for?â
âI told you I was fine.â
âWhatever, go sit in the chair,â you huff out.
âNo, I am comfortable here,â he says, amused as you sigh exasperatedly at him.
You cave, letting him do whatever he wants, âFine.â
âWhat did you want to know?â He asks, redirecting the conversation.
Your posture slouches a bit, already wanting the conversation to be over, âWhy didnât you tell me? That I am to marry you?â you pause for a moment before continuing, âYou have known for weeks now, I see you every week and have done for a while now. Did you not think this was something I would have liked to know about?â
He thinks for a moment, on how to phrase his words, âYou deserved to know⌠but I did not have much of a choice.â
That confuses you, so you clarify, âIn getting engaged to me?â
He shakes his head as he answers quickly, âNo, no that is my choice⌠it was not my choice to keep it from you, your father decided that.â He doesnât look thrilled by your fathers choice.
Your voice feels small, âYou could have told me anyways.â
âNo, I could not have. You are amazingâŚâ he places a hand on your knee and squeezes,
You squint at him, âI feel a âbutâ coming.â
âBut, you are⌠confrontational?â He sees the way you frown at him when he describes you that way and corrects himself, âOr maybe curious is a better word⌠you would have wanted to speak with your father as soon as I told you.â
Looking away, you mumble out to him, âIf you were worried about my father⌠I would not have told him, that you told me.â
âIt was important to him that I say nothing, he wanted to speak with you⌠well, together but I suppose he decided against that in the end.â Heâs trying to be gentle with you, his voice warm.
Facing him again, your eyes are filled with emotions and you canât help it, âI am still very confused, he⌠he never had any intentions of marrying me off.â
âAll I can tell you is that he does now, I donât know what changed for him but I had heard he was looking for⌠possible suitors for you,â Kuaiâs face scrunches up in distaste.
Your voice shakes with your question, âHe was going to marry me off to⌠anyone?â
âI am sure not just anyone⌠but he was looking, yes.â
Your eyes well with tears, not only are you being given away without regard for your own feelings but he wasnât even going to⌠he wasnât even going to marry you to someone you knew.
Kuai grabs the side of your face tenderly, forcing eye contact between the two of you. A tear slips down your cheek and his thumb rubs it away, stroking your cheek gently. âI know⌠I know you may be upset with me and maybe what Iâve done is wrong but I offeredâ I insisted that I be the one you marry.â
Kuai marrying you, Kuai asking to marry you, is a kindness. A favour he is doing for you, to prevent a marriage between yourself and a stranger and as upset as you are with him, you are more upset with your father. Especially since, right now it feels as though Kuai is your only ally.
Your lip quivers a bit, trying to hold back more tears. He shushes you and pulls you to him, his warm arms wrapping around your body and holding you close, keeping you safe. One of his hands rests on the back of your head, stroking it, attempting to comfort and calm you. You reciprocate his hug, wrapping your own arms around his frame and pulling him closer, he feels sturdy and reliable.
âItâs going to be okay, I have you,â he mumbles into the top of your head and you believe him.
He holds you until you pull away from him first, once youâre no longer worried about crying, you sit back properly and wipe at your eyes, âIâm sorry.â
âYou have nothing to be sorry for⌠I know this is hard for you,â his expression is sympathetic to you.
âI just⌠wish he had explained his reasoning more, maybe then it wouldnât feel so out of the blue,â you sigh out before flopping back on the mattress, tired from the events of today. Your forearm covers your eyes as you lay down.
Kuai hums out to you in mindless agreement but doesnât say anything further, his lack of a real response confuses you and when you uncover your eyes, you see heâs already looking at you. His eyes move up your stretched out body, silently watching you.
âKuai Liang,â you call out to him, louder than your last sentence.
The shock of your voice contrasted against the quiet room has his eyes flicking back to yours, âWhat did you say?â
Something occurs to you and you sit up beside him again, heâs surprised by your sudden movements, eyes widening slightly. You turn to him completely, one of your legs crossed on the mattress.
âKuaiâŚâ you hesitate to ask him your question but he hums at you to continue, âAm I⌠are we goingâŚâ he raises a brow at you, confused as to what youâre trying to ask him, âDo we have to kiss? For the ceremony?â You finally manage to get out.
He stifles a chuckle at your question, âNot if you donât want to, itâs not necessary⌠you know that.â
Your mouth pulls to the side, considering things for a moment. He is right, it isnât necessary but now youâre a little concerned about your future and what it means to be married to Kuai, âI havenât⌠Iâve not been kissed.â
âEver?â He seems taken aback by your confession.
You huff out, âI didnât tell you to get made fun of, Kuai,â You told him because youâre worried about later, youâve not had a lot of firsts and if you marry him, you want to respect that, you wonât be looking at others while married to him. Youâre just, youâre in a predicament right now.
Before you can convey your concerns in a sensical manner though, he asks, âDo you want me to kiss you?â
Youâre shocked by his offer, and also tempted. You suppose you arenât really going to have many opportunities at intimacy after the marriage, not unless you ask Kuai, the thought has your face burning up.
You feel shy, âDo you mind?â
âNot in the slightest,â he assures you, âThough, if you want me to kiss you, youâll have to ask for it.â
His words and demeanour set you on edge, his eyes are watching you very closely. Watching how you fidget, âWould you kiss me?â You feel embarrassed and very hot in the face but you add, âPlease?â
His expression turns smug and it makes your heart skip a beat, âSince you asked so nicely,â he turns to face you properly and reaches forward, one of his hands grasps your face, the other resting on your knee.
He leans in but you hesitate and he holds still, âI donât know what I am doing.â
âThatâs fine,â His breath fans across your lips, âI will show you.â
Is he trying to kill you? He might kill you, his words and his proximity to you, itâs setting your skin on fire, âOkay.â
âGood,â he murmurs, before leaning in again. You donât move away this time and he presses his lips to yours.
Heâs warm and his lips are soft, you mimic what heâs doing. The kiss is light and tender, he seems to be feeling you out, getting a sense for you. Your hands reach out to him, of their own provocation and wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He hums against you, his own hand on your knee is gripping your skin tighter.
He tilts your head to the side, the hand on your knee wanders higher, landing on your thigh and squeezing there. The grip he has further up your thigh makes you gasp and he licks into your mouth, the feeling new and overwhelming. Heâs overpowering all of your senses and an involuntary whimper is pulled from your chest at the way heâs kissing you.
He grunts back at you, his thumb pushes into the hinge of your jaw, forcing your mouth open more. Giving himself more access to you, heâs taking your breath away, kissing you dizzy. You want to rub your thighs together for friction but with the way youâre sitting, itâs not possible. His palm against your leg is hot and it keeps moving further up, now grasping the fattest part of your thigh.
A moan slips past your lips to his and you pull him closer to you, he groans into your mouth. The kiss is hot and needy now, borderline messy. He pulls back momentarily, only to push your back into the mattress. His form follows right after, holding himself over the top of you. His lips are on yours before you can form a coherent thought, his tongue in your mouth again.
His hand grips at your thigh, pulling it upwards and resting it against his hip, not moving more than that. You reach up and tug at his shirt, pulling him onto you, your leg crooks around his side and pulls his hips to yours. The contact has a whiney gasp pulled from you and Kuai fights every urge in his bones to grind down into you.
Your arms loop around his neck again and you get lost in his kiss, in the closeness of his body. He groans deeply against you, as if heâs in pain. The sound shocks you and you pull back from him, your foreheads resting against each other as you huff shallow breaths.
âAre you okay?â Youâre worried you did something wrong, or that youâve hurt him somehow.
He shakes his head against yours, âMm fine, you didnât do anything wrong.â His voice is strained.
You sit for a second longer before you realise what had happened and it sets your face alight, âIâm sorry,â you rush out.
âYou didnât do anything wrong,â He repeats, voice still strained, laced with lust.
You had grinded up into him absentmindedly, your mind dazed and looking for friction, resulting in you rutting up into him without thinking. His cock is firm and heavy against you, pulsing with need.
You go to apologise again but he puts his mouth on yours, silencing what you were going to say with a deep kiss. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on yours again, âYou did nothing wrong.â He reiterates.
Your heart feels like itâs about to beat out of your chest, you have nothing to compare it to but you have a feeling that kisses like that are hard to come by. âYouâre a really good kisser.â
He looks down at you, amused by your comment, âHow would you know?â
âShould I find someone else to kiss? To compare it to?â You tease him.
His gaze is firm, âNo, youâre going to be my wife, the only person you will be kissing in the future⌠will be me.â
The words are possessive, and you think if you werenât so delirious from his lips on yours, you would argue back against him but at the moment, you think youâre okay with never kissing anyone else, âOkay.â
He smirks at you, enjoying the look in your eyes. Theyâre wet and needy and heâs getting a lot of pleasure from seeing you like this, for him.
His lips are shiny from the kiss you shared and you canât look away, wanting so badly for him to put his mouth back on yours, âCan you kiss me again?â
He doesnât move and only looks at you, âI can.â
A few beats pass by in the quiet room, the only sound youâre able to recognise is the rapid beating of your own heart pumping blood through your head. He still doesnât move, just watches you, you canât tell if heâs having an internal conflict or if heâs teasing you. Itâs starting to frustrate you though, and to âpunishâ him for his inaction, the leg you have around his waist pulls him into you harder. Grinding him down into you, the feeling has you gasping, your breath stuttering in your chest.
Kuai groans at you but he also frowns, his hips dig into yours harder and pins your lower half to the bed. He gives you dark look, âDonât.â
You donât reply to him, your chest moving quickly with your huffed breaths. He watches you and the way youâre breathless for him, the look on your face and the warmth of your pussy through all the layers has him salivating. He is barely hanging on by a thread, his sanity shredding the longer he has his cock pressed tight against you.
His forehead drops to rest on top of yours, his lips ghosting your own, you move to press your mouth to his. A light kiss, itâs only a peck, itâs all he gives you but you want so much more, youâre hooked on his mouth, drunk on his kisses.
You almost beg him, âKuai, pleaseââ
He cuts you off with his mouth on yours, his lips urgent and needy, the kiss hot and heavy. Your brain buzzes, lost in the way he licks into your mouth, at the way one of his hands grab the plush skin of your thigh, his other lightly gripping your neck; holding you steady for him. Heâs kissing you how he wants too, deeply and fully, taking over all your thoughts, filling your brain with only thoughts of him.
You canât help the way you throb with need for him, your leg gripping him tighter, wanting him so much closer even though he is as close as heâs going to get. He hums into the kiss at the way youâve started to grind into him again, your own noises shared in the kiss, small whimpers and quiet whines that he swallows down. Greedy for the small noises youâre making for him.
When he parts from you, youâre both breathless again, your shallow breaths intermingling together with your proximity. Kuai is giving off a thick heat, his skin warm to the touch, his head ducks into your neck and licks you. Ending with a small nip to your skin, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in and attempting to catch his breath.
With the way you move under him and the way your leg grips him tight to hold his lower half close, he is going to fall apart on top of you, his head full of depraved thoughts. Wanting so badly to fuck you into the mattress but holding himself back.
âKuai,â you call to him again.
He groans into your neck, âShhâ just, I need a second.â
Youâre confused by what he means, a moment for what? All you want to tell him is how badly you need him right now. âI want you,â your voice is small, as if being quieter will negate the fact that you didnât give him the moment of silence he asked for.
His hips buck into yours involuntarily, âFuckââ
A gasp is pulled from you at the friction, Kuai pulls his head from your neck suddenly, pulling back to look at you. His eyes are intense and you turn your head to the side so you feel less exposed to him but his hand grabs the side of your face and pulls it back so youâre looking at him again. He doesnât move or speak; heâs just enjoying the expression on your face again.
His hips grind down into you and a small moan exits you, youâre unable to supress the sound even if you tried. Kuaiâs thumb is on your chin, pulling slightly to ensure any noise you might make comes out.
He slowly grinds into you, the noises youâd rather he not hear slipping from you. Youâre burning with need for him, pussy throbbing for more. His brows are pinched together, his breathing huffed, biting his lip to keep the noises that threaten to spill from him suppressed.
Your vision is blurry, tears in your waterline from how badly you want him to do more to you, your eyes pleading with him to just give you more. His hand moves from your chin and his mouth is on yours again, kissing you intensely, his mouth is hot. Everything about him is hot, his temperature so high heâs heating you up.
He rips his mouth from yours and pulls himself up completely, his hands removed from your body and resting himself up on his knees. Youâre bewildered by the loss of him and whine, his eyes are on fire as he looks at you below him. Hands clenching into fists beside him, itching to touch you again, to touch your naked skin, to touch every inch of your body.
Heâs taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, âI think we should stop.â
âWhy?â Your brows are drawn up at him.
He sighs, âYou asked for a kiss and I delivered, we should leave it at that.â
You start pulling yourself off the mattress, weight held up on your elbows, âAnd if I want to ask for more?â
His eyes hold a warning for you, âDo not.â
You go to argue against him but there are loud footsteps walking to your room, ones you are all too familiar with. Your father is making his way to your room, you look to Kuai with wide eyes and he moves off the bed swiftly, adjusting himself in his pants and smoothing himself out. Heâs trying to make it look like he wasnât just dry humping you, while kissing you stupid.
Moving off the bed, you get to your feet in front of him, he smooths out your hair and clothes for you, his hand holds the side of your face for a moment and his thumb runs over your bottom lip softly. Heâs caressing you gently, lost in you for a moment before your fathers loud knocks are suddenly heard on your bedroom door.
Kuai pulls away from you, coming back to himself at the sound of your fathers fist pounding on the wood. Walking around Kuai, you head to the door and open it slightly, enough to see your father but not enough for him to see Kuai further in the room, behind you.
Looking up to your father, you ask, âYes?â
âI am looking for Kuai Liang, is he still with you?â Your fathers eyes try scanning behind you but there is nothing to see.
âNo, he left a bit ago, maybe he is in the bathroom?â You offer as an alternative, trying to get him to leave and go the other way, away from your room.
He hums at you, considering you for a moment, âYou know I love you right?â
âIâ it doesnât feel like it right now,â you tell him honestly, your trust in him completely shattered after today.
He looks tired, just so exhausted and like he might apologise, before his facial expression returns to its usual firm manner, âIf you see Kuai Liang, let him know, I wish to speak with him.â
âWill do,â you agree hastily, hoping to end this interaction quickly.
He eyes you carefully and then eventually walks away; he seems to have so much to say but doesnât know how to say it. It isnât your job to force him to talk, though you might have to if you ever want to know his motivations behind all this. Whatever, it can wait until you arenât a mess from Kuai.
Shutting the door, you turn around to see Kuai already moving for it to leave and find your father, âYouâre going already?â
He pauses and turns to you, âWhy?â And then leaning in close, he asks, âWould you like me to stay?â His tone is smug, expression cool and self-pleased.
You look away from him, âIf I said yes?â
He sighs, hands coming up to rest on either side of your face, forehead leaning to yours, âI would like to stay.â He takes a moment, âBut⌠I should talk with your father.â He pulls his head away from yours, still holding you in his hands.
Your face scowls at the mention of your father and Kuaiâs thumb presses between your brows, massaging to release the tension. You relax your face but are still ultimately pouting at the prospect of him leaving.
He looks at you with a raised brow and you concede to him, âAlright, but try and ask him why itâs suddenly become so important I marry someone.â
âYes maâam,â he jokes, eyes lingering on you for a moment.
You arenât sure why heâs looking at you so seriously but you understand when he leans in and kisses you so very gently, itâs short and only a little more than a peck but it makes your heart swell at how careful he is with you.
He hums when pulling back, âI donât know if you have been told, but youâre expected to come back with me tomorrow.â
Youâre taken aback, âI thought I had one more week?â
âI had asked for it but he changed his mind, earlier today.â He pulls back from you, giving you room to process.
You sigh deeply, feeling empty at this point, âToday has been too much, Iâm not sure how to react at this point.â
âIâll make you as comfortable as I possibly can, I want you to be happy there,â his tone is concerned, genuinely wanting you to be happy with him and with the Shirai Ryu.
You snark out, mostly joking, âI want to have, free will.â
âI will give you as much as I can manage,â he promises.
You tease, leaning towards him, âBut kissing othersââ
ââIs not on the table.â His tone is stern, expression unamused.
You smile at him sweetly, âI was joking, I will respect our marriage fully and completelyâ
âFully and completely? And what exactly does that entail?â His expression is suggestive as he looks at you, subtly moving closer.
You feel nervous but canât stop yourself from saying, âAnd if I said anything you wanted?â
âThen I would say, Iâd like to test that,â His eyes are dark and lids low as he looks at you, not moving to touch you again but so obviously wanting to.
Your face grows warm under his stare, his voice has a lilt to it that sends shivers down your spine, âDidnât you have to leave?â
He chuckles lowly at you before grabbing your hand and holding it firmly, âI want you to know⌠that I will be with you every step of the way and that you can talk to me⌠about anything.â He squeezes your hand once, in confirmation.
You squeeze his hand back and smile at him kindly, âThank you⌠and you know⌠if you ever have anything you need to talk about, I am here to listen.â
Kuai takes several moments to look at you, and then decides heâs been holding off on leaving you for too long, âIâll talk to you tomorrow.â
You donât really know what to say, you want him to stay longer but know he probably shouldnât, âYes, we will talk tomorrow, hopefully you will have more answers for me,â you jest, smiling up to him.
âHopefully,â he squeezes your hand once more, assuring you that he will try to get more information. He leaves after that, going to catch up with your father.
And now, youâre left alone and wanting Kuai. You miss the weight of his body on top of yours, youâre also feeling confused about your feelings for him. He makes you feel warm and the way he kissed you has you wanting to obey his every will. But you are also confused about his feelings for you, his eyes seem so honest but he had said he had feelings for someone else just earlier today and now you arenât sure what to make of that.
Maybe, you just need to sleep and move on from today, but currently, you are feeling better towards this marriage. Having spent some time with Kuai and spoken with him more casually, you feel better about things. Knowing he had good intentions behind his actions puts you at ease, clearly, since you just about let him hump you into submission.
Itâs a little embarrassing that you were about to beg him to fuck you when you hadnât ever been kissed before, let alone had sex but he has an effect on you that youâve never experienced and even though youâve known him for a while now, heâs never been this forward with you. Feeling desire for someone you consider a friend is weird right? You arenât sure, youâve never really desired anyone before, not like this.
There is too much swirling around your head. Ranging from, Kuai and his soft lips, his firm hands, his warm skin, his hips grinding into you, along with thoughts of his grip on your thigh, his eyes as he looked at you, his restrained manner of handling you. All your thoughts are currently of him⌠you need to sleep this off, before your thoughts become more depraved and you hunt him down and ask him so nicely to take you, right now.
Yeah, itâs probably a good idea to turn in for the night.
â âš
You spend said night tossing and turning in your bed, waking up every few hours just to roll over and be upset that youâve woken up before an appropriate time, again. When you finally do fall asleep at some ungodly hour in the morning, youâre startled awake what feels like only a few moments later by knocking on your door. You groan out at whoever is there, not ready to get up, not when you had finally fallen asleep.
They donât knock again, instead just letting themselves into your room, you peak a look and can see itâs your mother. Groaning at her again, you roll over, shuffling further into your sheets; you are not ready to start the day.
âCome on, itâs time to get up,â her tone is soft, trying to coax you out of bed with kindness.
Another groan, âI donât want to get up, I am tired.â
She sits on the side of your bed and places a hand soothingly on your back, âYou⌠youâre leaving today.â
âI know, Kuai told me last night,â you grumble at her, mood worsening at remembering the sudden change in plans.
Her hand rubs circles into your back, âI couldnât change your fathers mind, I am sorry.â
It occurs to you, that your mother probably knows what has changed with your father to incur this sudden behavioural change. You shoot up in your bed and face her, âWhy is he doing this?â
She hesitates, eyes sad, âHe just wants the best for you.â
Your gaze scrutinises her, âThereâs more, isnât there?â
âI am telling you everything you need to know,â she replies, smiling at you sombrely before her face changes to a more enthusiastic expression, âNow, come on! time to gather your stuff.â
You flop back onto the mattress at her words, grumbling to yourself, you had forgotten that part of leaving would include⌠packing.
âIt isnât so bad, take your important belongings and some clothes, your father and I can bring over the rest after the marriage.â She pats your shoulder a couple times and moves around your room, looking for bags to put your stuff in.
Moving to watch her, you realise sheâs trying very hard to make this easy on the both of you. Attempting to keep her expression easy and tone joyful but you can tell she is sad you are leaving home, especially so soon.
Sighing, you get up to help her, the least you can do is give her the same courtesy. You decide to offer her some words of comfort, âI will be okay you know? I like Kuai Liang, he is kind and I know some of the people in the Shirai Ryu already. I will adjust.â
She pauses what sheâs doing and looks to you, âI know dear, I raised you well,â she flexes her arm at you jokingly, âBe strong and keep your head up. I know you will continue to fill me with pride,â She moves closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing once, âYou always have.â
Her words have you fighting back tears, you donât want her to see you cry, you replace the look on your face with a strained smile, âI will do my best.â
âThatâs all you ever need to do,â She pulls you into her for a hug, holding you in her embrace for a moment. You arenât sure which one of you needs this more.
When she pulls back, she claps her hands together once and rubs them, âAlright, letâs get stuck into this.â
Rolling your eyes and supressing a smile you ask, âWhere should I start, boss?â
She chuckles at you brightly and directs you on where to begin. It doesnât take all that long to collect your most important stuff and pack it away. Anything left behind today will be picked up at a later date and even though youâve not packed everything away, your room looks significantly more bare compared to before.
Your mother stops and looks around, âWell, I think that is about everything you will need for now.â
âYeah I think this is good,â you smile at her.
She heads for your door, âYou still have a bit of time before you have to leave, maybe have a nap, you look very tired.â
Shooting her a light-hearted glare you say, âWow, I wonder why.â
She just smiles cheekily at you before leaving your room, presumedly going to tend to her plants, the garden may be wilting but she has a greenhouse with copious amounts of flourishing plants and flowers. The winter doesnât stop her green thumb and it never has.
You listen to her advice though and the first thing you do when alone is get back into bed, not even making it the whole way up, just sort of flopping onto it and staying there. Youâve made yourself comfortable now, there is no way youâre getting up, not unless thereâs a fire or something.
A few moments of peace is all you get before there is another knock on your door, âAre you awake?â Speaking of fire, Kuai has come to see you.
You huff face down into the mattress and mumble out, âYou can come in.â
âWhat? I canât hear you,â his tone is amused.
Grunting you hold your head up so your mouth isnât pressed into the sheets, âI said, you can come in.â Your tone is exasperated as your head collapses back onto the bed.
The door opens and closes behind you and Kuai stifles a laugh at your body slumped on your mattress, not even bothering to make it to the pillows further up.
âAre you okay?â He asks tentatively, a little worried youâre going to snap at him.
Your words are mumbled again, âMm fine.â
Kuai moves beside you and flops down too, laying on his back, âI spoke with your father last night,â that catches your attention and your head turns to the side to look at him, âDonât get excited, he didnât tell me anything new, just that it was important to him and that it is whatâs best for you.â
You scowl at him, unimpressed with your fathers answer, âHeâs starting to get on my nerves.â
âStarting?â Kuai asks playfully.
Your scowl deepens, âWhatever, leave me alone. I didnât get enough sleep last night.â
âI wonder why that is,â he says smugly, knowing it has something to do with him.
Turning back to the mattress, you hide your face from him, looking at him for too long is becoming your weakness. You canât help it, heâs the one who looks so kissable, you might need therapy or something, these cannot be normal thoughts to have for a friend. Though, making out with a friend is also not normal? But then again, he is also your soon to be husband, this is all so frustrating.
Suddenly, you remember what you remembered last night, heâs in love with someone else but is marrying you out of kindness. Heâs preventing you from marrying a stranger because of his concern for you but now youâre concerned about his happiness. But if he doesnât like you, why did he kiss you like that? Was he just⌠in the mood or was he in the mood for you? GODS! men.
You must be grumbling to yourself out loud without realising because Kuai laughs beside you, amused at your internal conflict, âWhat are you worried about now?â
Sitting up, you tell him, âYou actually,â he raises a brow at you, as if to say âoh?â, âYou said you love someoneââ
ââI never said I love someone, you did,â he interjects, also moving to sit up and face you.
You retort back, âBut you implied it,â he keeps his mouth shut this time, knowing youâre right, âI am just confused? Worried? I mean⌠we kissed last nightââ
ââI think it was a bit more than a kiss,â he interrupts again.
You look at him and donât hesitate to say, ââŚRight, well that kind of adds to my point then doesnât it?â
âAnd what is your point?â Heâs pushing you to say what you mean.
âIf you stopped interrupting me I could get there,â your eyebrow raises at him in admonishment, âI am just⌠I guess Iâm just confused about what youâre feeling⌠because you love someone else⌠but then youâŚâ you look away from him, ââŚYou kissed me like that last night and I donât know how to feel⌠I donât know how you feel.â Embarrassment is seeping into every fibre of your being, feeling really exposed at being honest with him.
He intakes a deep breath, âI kissed you like that because I wanted to.â
Turning your head back, you shoot him a pointed look, telling him that what heâs offered is not enough, âKuaiââ
He stops you before you get even more annoyed at him, ââI love you.â
Youâre shocked and have no idea how to react to that, âIââ
ââI kissed you like that because I love you and have for a while now,â heâs looking right at you, unashamed by his feelings, âI am not expecting you to feel the same, I am only telling you so you worry less, so you donât think I am the type of man who kisses someone like that for no reason.â His words are filled with emotion but also stated as fact, heâs informing you of his feelings, not asking anything of you in return.
You heart stutters in your chest and you look like a deer caught in headlights, he doesnât need you to feel the same but his sudden confession has put the weight of the world on your shoulders.
You calm your nerves to tell him how you feel, âI am not sure how I feel towards youââ
Kuai doesnât let you finish your sentence, ââI told you; I do not need you toââ
âÂŹâCould you stop interrupting me?â You look at him exasperatedly, getting tired of not finishing your thoughts, âI am not sure how I feel towards you but I know that I like you⌠more than a friend, and I wouldnât have let you kiss me like that if I didnât.â Your gaze averts his, looking anywhere but his eyes.
Heâs smiling to himself, âYou like me?â
âI mean⌠obviouslyâŚâ you pout slightly.
He hums at you and moves closer, pulling you to his chest by the back of your head, he holds you against him, âI can work with that.â
If he touched your face he would be able to feel the way youâre burning up, his confession and your own making you nervous and embarrassed. This is certainly not how you thought the past couple days would have unfolded but as Kuai holds you to him, you canât help but feel okay right now.
You snuggle into him slightly, your arms wrapping around his torso to properly be held by him, âI am still feeling uncertain about the future⌠but right now, I think I am good,â your words are mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.
His chest rumbles under you, humming, âWhatever you are still worried about, I will be with you⌠every step of the way.â
Pulling your head back, you rest your chin on his chest and ask, âPromise?â
He looks down to you and without hesitation says, âPromise.â
His actions make more sense to you now and that fills you with relief, even if it also frightens you somewhat. Right now, is okay though, being held by him and being assured heâll be with you, it makes everything okay⌠just for now, in this quiet moment between the two of you, everything is okay.
Raising yourself up, you push your face into his neck, feeling the urge to be closer to him, your arms also wrap around his neck. He pulls you to him by your middle, holding you firmly. You nuzzle into him, heâs warm and smells really good, heâs making you dizzy.
âYou are really warm,â you breath out, words spoken into his skin. It almost feels like his temperature rises as you tell him.
His grip on you tightens momentarily, âYou are torturing me.â
You donât move from him, too comfortable and cosy to pull back, âHow?â
Your breath tickles the sensitive skin on his neck and a suppressed shiver runs down his spine, a noise getting caught in his chest, he doesnât reply to you though; choosing to ignore your question instead.
The sudden urge to cuddle further into his neck hits you but you donât want to push his boundaries, so you start to pull away from him, mumbling out, âSorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â
âThatâs not what I meant,â his hands move to hold your face, stilling you so you donât pull away from him anymore.
Your heart feels like it might beat right out of your chest, Kuai is looking you over, eyes examining your face, flitting over your lips carefully. You want him to kiss you, especially since all your thoughts have been consumed by the memory of him kissing you, how overwhelming it was, how good it felt.
His thumb strokes high over your cheek bone, hands gentle with you and so warm, adding to the heat already resting under your skin. The look in his eyes is the same as last night, the way he looked at you just before your father knocked on your door, a little lost in you. He moves towards you and you prepare yourself for his lips on yours but he moves his head to your neck, nuzzling into your skin.
You feel a little let down at the lack of his lips on yours until you gasp at the way he has latched onto your neck, not sucking hard enough to leave a mark but enough to have you reacting viscerally to him â not that it seems all that difficult for him to pull reactions from you anyways.
He moves to another patch of skin, leaving open mouthed, wet kisses on your neck, nipping every now and again just to hear the small sounds you let out and the way you twitch against him. Your hands grab at his back for leverage and your head tilts to the side giving him more access. One of his hands grips at your flesh, fingers digging into your thigh and massaging, his other hand on your back, keeping you in place for him.
A sigh passes your lips at the way his tongue licks up the length of your neck, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling. He hums in satisfaction to himself at your involuntary reactions, enjoying every second of playing with you.
He pulls your shirt to the side to reveal your shoulder, his mouth kisses along it, giving the same treatment he gave your neck. Though, his nips last a bit longer, not afraid to leave marks where he knows no one will see, his teeth graze your skin and it has a small whimper leaving you. His chest rumbles with a groan, not quite reaching the air but vibrating through him all the same.
Your quiet whimpers turn into a surprised moan when he bites your shoulder, his teeth digging in momentarily before he retreats, resting his forehead on your shoulder, âIâm sorry, I got carried away.â His voice is strained, his mind clouded with the sounds you make, the feel of your soft skin, heâs realising slowly that maybe he should stop putting himself in these situations with you. Clearly, he does not possess much self-restraint when it comes to you, especially not when you are so willing.
âDonât apologise, I donât mind,â your voice is shaky, both from him and from your nervousness at admitting you liked it, you liked the way heâs marked you. The dull pain of his teeth biting your sensitive skin set you alight, your pussy throbbing for him.
He groans properly this time, his skin growing hotter against you, his hand on your thigh gripping for dear life. âDonât tell me that, not right now,â his voice is still tense, fighting every urge he has to fuck your cunt with his tongue. Fighting the urge to taste every inch of your body.
You mumble out to him, âI like the way you touch me.â
âThat did the opposite of help,â he grunts out, his forehead still resting on your shoulder, too afraid to move because he knows the look on your face will make him dizzy. His thoughts only filled with depraved images of you, of all the things heâd like to do to you and seeing the wet, needy look in your eyes⌠will break him.
You sit quietly and let him rest up against you, his breathing evening out slowly but surely. He seems to be trying very hard to be respectful but if youâre being honest with yourself, what you want him to do to you is anything but.
Taking pity on him, you decide not to push and instead offer him a way out, âKuai, I think we have to leave soon.â Itâs not a lie, you are both due back at the Shirai Ryu.
âI know,â he says, pulling his head away from you, he shuffles back a bit too, putting some distance between the two of you, âAgain, I am sorry.â
âAnd again, I donât need your apology, I said I liked it and I meant it,â youâre doing your best to be confident in yourself, âNow, letâs get going or weâll be late,â you cement, moving off the bed and to your bedroom door.
He watches you walk across the room, a bit stunned by you, turning back you look at him and raise a brow, âAre you coming?â
âIâll be with you in a moment,â he replies, still sitting, you shrug it off and walk out the door.
You feel light-headed, the sensation of his lips and teeth still linger on your skin, you really wouldâve liked to have spent a few more moments alone to see what he would do to you. He looked equal parts fucked and hungry and the thought of him taking you how he pleases sends a thrill through your bloodstream. Itâs really too bad but you suppose you will have new opportunities to be intimate with him now that you will be living with him.
Kuai catches up to you eventually and you spend the little time you have left with your parents, going over last-minute things about the wedding and saying your goodbyes. You hold your mother for a long time and when it comes to your father, you would really rather not interact with him but you wonât be seeing him for a few weeks so you hug him anyways, as much as you are angry with him, you will miss him. Though, you donât hug him nearly as long as your mother and there is an air of contempt surrounding you, directed at him.
Before you leave, you take one last walk around your house and the gardens, knowing you wonât be back for quite a bit. Itâs not forever, you will visit but youâd like to commit as much of it to memory now, before you leave. Kuai joins you on your walk, keeping you company, heâs nice to walk next to, his body radiates warmth just to your left.
âYou will be handy to have in the winter, I donât handle the cold all that well,â you hum out to him.
He smiles to himself, âI will keep you warm.â
âI will hold you to that.â
When it is finally time to leave, your parents see you off and then youâre gone from your childhood home, starting a new chapter with your future husband. Itâs bittersweet, mostly because while you are excited to embark upon and explore this new relationship with Kuai, you are also still feeling upset at your situation, at the choice that was ripped from you. But like your mother said, all you have to do â is your best, that is more than enough.
â âš
Being back at the Shirai Ryu is⌠overwhelming or maybe nerve wracking, mostly because you wonât be leaving, this is going to be your home now⌠Oh gods, this is going to be your home now. Your heart feels like itâs seizing in your chest and you grab for Kuai standing next to you, hand bunching into the side of his shirt.
He notices and leans down to you, âAre you okay?â
You look up to him, your eyes round, youâre panicking and you donât know how to stop. You canât find the words to express that, though. The only response youâre capable of is scared eyes and a shake of your head, this is all starting to feel so real.
âI have you, Iâm right here,â Kuai pulls you to him, engulfing your frame in a hug, his arms holding you securely, âEverything is okay.â
The pressure of being held is helping to calm you but youâre still feeling frightened, âOkay, wâwe should goâŚwe have things to take care of,â you canât help the slight shake in your voice.
âIt can wait,â his chest vibrates under your ear as he speaks, âIâm going to keep holding you until you are ready.â
You focus on your breathing and trying to slow it, attempting to take deep breaths. With your head pressed to Kuaiâs chest, you can hear his heartbeat, it is steady and calm, his breaths are deep and even and you find yourself matching them. His calmness helps to steady you, heâs such a sturdy person, youâre glad he is here.
Eventually, you come back to yourself but you donât want to pull away from him just yet. Moving your face, you press your forehead into his chest, âThank you,â you mumble against him.
One of his hands moves to your head and strokes the back of it, âDo you feel better?â
âMarginally,â you breathe him in, he smells nice.
He pauses in thought for a moment before enquiring, âHave you ever panicked like that before?â
You sigh against him, âNot for a very long time.â
Panic attacks are not something you are a stranger to, your memories of them very unpleasant but you had worked hard on yourself to get to where you are now. Youâve not had a panic attack this bad in a long time, not since you were younger.
âIf you find yourself panicking again⌠look for me,â his hand tilts your head up, so your chin rests on his chest, âI will drop everything to help.â
You nod at him, confirming that you will find him, if need be.
Before you pull back, you lean up as far as you can and press a soft kiss to his cheek. When you step away and look at him, you think you see a small pink tint flushing his skin. You donât get to look at him long though, he grabs your hand and walks you through the village properly, taking you to his home.
Youâre familiar with his house, you like it, itâs homey and light, it very clearly displays that a man lives in it but itâs still nice. Kuai is a tidy person for the most part, only forgetting cups in some of the rooms he walks into, he has a bad habit of making a drink, taking it with him somewhere, placing it in that room and then walking out of said room without the drink. Itâs endearing and not all that bad since he usually remembers at some point and cleans up after himself.
He leads you down the hall to his spare room, âYou can stay in this room.â
Nudging his side, you say, âYou donât want to sleep next to me?â Youâre joking, mostly.
âYou are welcome in my bed anytime you want, dear,â heâs leaned closer to you, his voice low as he says it, suggestive in nature. Before you have time to be embarrassed and stutter out an answer, he moves back and pats the top of your head, âIf you do want to sleep next to me, you are more than welcome, I promise to keep my hands to myself.â His tone has an air of humour to it.
âThank you,â you mutter out, stepping into the room to place some of your stuff down.
Kuai also follows in, putting the rest of your bags on the floor in the corner of the room, âI know it isnât much but I hope you will be comfortable.â
âItâs perfect, Kuai, thank you,â youâre being earnest, the room is perfect, it has everything youâll need and thatâs more than enough.
Something on the nightstand catches your attention, âDid you get that for me?â
He comes up beside you, âI did, is it okay?â
The big smile that breaks out across your face canât be helped, âItâs more than okay, thank you,â you lean your head onto his arm, your fingers looping in between his.
He has gotten you a plant, a small but beautiful one, it sits in an ornate pot on the nightstand, right by a window. The plant is green and leafy, some kind of trailing ivy, your mother would know the genus, species, order, family, etcetera. She really is a plant genius and in a small way it has rubbed off on you, in the way that you love plants, youâre not nearly as scientific about it all.
Kuai thinking to get you a plant⌠it fills you with joy, heâs continuously showing you how much he cares for you and every time he does, it gives you pause, your own feelings for him buzzing under your skin. Itâs only now that you recognise and understand, that these feelings are not how you are meant to feel for a friend, you hadnât considered liking Kuai like that until you had wanted to kiss him.
Being able to recognise them doesnât make it easier though, if anything it makes it harder, having all these feelings for him and not really understanding how to express them. It certainly doesnât help that your situation is not exactly⌠orthodox.
Looking to him, you canât help the mass amounts of affection you are feeling for him right now, âKuai, I really do mean it⌠thank you.â
âItâs just a plant,â his eyebrows scrunch at you, equal parts amused and confused by your heartfelt sentiment.
Your answer is simple, âI know.â
Kuai squeezes your hand before leaving the room, giving you the chance to settle in for a moment. You unpack a couple things and put your clothes into the dresser, you donât really want to unpack though and so, instead, you end up flopping onto the bed and star-fishing out across the mattress. Itâs a nice mattress, not too shabby, nothing to write home about but itâll get you a good nightâs rest.
A little less than half an hour passes by and Kuai comes back to check on you, only to see you sprawled out on the bed, âDone unpacking, already?â
Looking to him, you complain, âItâs boring and I donât want to do it.â
He raises a brow to you, âHow much did you do?â
âMost of my clothes and a couple other things,â shrugging, you add, âWhat can I say? I packed light.â
He wordlessly looks down to your other bag sitting in the corner, completely untouched.
You shake a hand at him dismissively, âIâll unpack as I use things.â
âI foresee that annoying you,â he comments.
Scowling, you bite back, âGuess whatâs annoying me right now.â
He fights back a laugh and instead asks, âIn that case, are you ready to see the others?â
âCome help me up,â you beckon him over with a limp hand.
He lightly rolls his eyes at you but moves to help you up all the same, one of his hands grabbing yours and pulling you to your feet.
âWhy, thank you very much,â you joke, patting his shoulder as you leave the room, you can hear the exasperated sigh he lets out from down the hall and it makes you stifle a laugh.
â âš
Youâre meeting Harumi, Tomas and Raiden in a small garden area, itâs not fairing any better than your mothers, everything either dead or dull. Itâs cold and you really would rather be inside, you pull your sleeves down over your hands, your fingers needing the small reprieve from the cold.
When you see Tomas he immediately pulls you in for a hug, happy to see you for the first time in a while, âIt has been too long, how have you been?â
âIâve been better,â you chuckle against him.
The hug lingers for a bit and Kuai clears his throat lightly from behind you, Tomas pulls away quickly at the sound. His hand lands on your head and pats you, âIt will be nice having you here,â his smile is kind.
You appreciate his compassion, âThank you, Tomas.â
Raiden moves in for a hug next, holding you and telling you lowly, so only you hear, âIf you need anything, we are here for you.â
Pulling away you give him a look to convey gratefulness but donât say anything verbally. Kuai moves to stand closer to you, his side brushing yours at how close he chose to stand. You appreciate it, the warmth is already radiating off him and you shuffle the tiniest bit closer to him, seeking more of his warmth.
Before you have a chance to make a note of Harumiâs absence, you hear her voice calling to you all, âI am here! Sorry, I got held up.â She moves in to hug you quickly, âItâs good to see you.â
You smile politely at her, feeling uncomfortable, from the cold and also from her, Kuai may not love her but you donât know how she feels, âItâs good to see you, too,â you echo her sentiments.
Everyone starts chatting to one another, talking about their days and such, you really would like to listen but the cold is creeping into your veins and you feel like you might start shaking soon. Kuai must notice because he leans down to you, âCold?â
âVery,â you press out, tone strained from the chill in your bones.
Kuaiâs hands grab either side of your arms and rub up and down, trying to help warm you, âI think we should head inside,â he announces, âTomas, is your house clean?â
Tomas looks up and away to think on it for a second before Raiden intervenes, âI cleaned earlier.â
Tomas turns to Raiden to thank him, but you donât hear the rest of their conversation, Kuai has already begun walking the pair of you in the direction of their house, wanting to get you inside as soon as possible.
âYou should wear more layers,â he notes.
âMaybe I wasnât expecting to stand out in the open,â you huff out in reply.
You make it to Tomasâ house but the others havenât caught up to you yet, so now youâre just cold in a different area. You move from foot to foot, trying to keep moving, hoping the movement will warm you up. Kuai watches on, amused by your fidgeting.
âThis is your fault,â you grumble, âFix it.â
He looks at you with a supressed smile on his lips and a puzzled look on his face, âAnd how am I meant to do that?â
âI donât know! Warm me up⌠give me a hug or something,â youâre being a bit dramatic but youâre really cold.
He breathes out a small laugh but does hug you, his arms wrapping around you fully, holding you close to him. Heâs so warm, in his arms is so much nicer than in the cold. You nuzzle into his chest, humming in contentment, âYouâre so warm, so nice,â you mutter out against him.
A hand moves from your back to the side of your face, his palm warming your cheek, âYour face is very cold, you werenât lying about not handling the cold well.â
âI would not lie about something like that,â his palm is large against your face, you close your eyes and lean into it, savouring his heat.
You donât see him move but you feel his lips against yours, the warmth and sudden contact makes you gasp in slight shock. His lips arenât being demanding, heâs being tame right now. The kiss is still enough to make you dizzy though, warm and full, you think maybe he just makes you feel like that. You kiss him back earnestly, your hands tugging at his chest.
As much as you want it, he doesnât kiss you any deeper, not willing to risk being seen by the others in such a state. He also wants to kiss you more; he wants to see the look on your face after he kisses you stupid, he just doesnât want the others seeing it too.
When he pulls back, he says, âYour lips also looked cold.â
âDumb,â you retort, pressing your forehead to his chest again.
You can feel his quiet laughter move through him, âDid it help?â
ââŚMaybe.â
You donât wait much longer for the others, you half expected Kuai to remove you from him when they got within eyeshot of you both but he doesnât, he lets them see how heâs holding you, how youâve latched onto him.
Tomas asks, âAre you okay?â
âMm fine, jus cold, lemme inside,â you grumble out at him, words muffled by Kuaiâs shirt.
When the door is finally opened youâre the first inside but you are disheartened when you realise itâs still cold in here too, âWhy is it so cold in here?â You whinge out.
âIt is not that bad,â Raiden comments.
âYouâll warm up,â Harumi laughs lightly, patting your shoulder on her way past you to the kitchen.
Tomas apologises to you with his eyes but you turn to Kuai and point at him, âCome here.â He pretends to be apathetic towards you, stoically moving to your side, âJust stay close by, please,â you ask, giving him your best and prettiest begging look.
âMhmm,â he agrees easily, his expression extremely self-satisfied, loving how this has all been playing out.
Your hand reaches for his, trying to be as slick as possible, not really wanting the others to make comments on it. Kuai easily grabs your hand when he realises what youâre attempting to do, not bothered by the others and only really wanting to keep you comfortable. His large hand is heated and comfortable and while it doesnât warm your whole body instantly, it sure does help a whole lot, his closeness is making this cold bearable.
The afternoon is spent all together, drinking tea and chatting, seeing everyone is nice, itâs been a while since youâve spent some time with them and you had missed it. Kuai makes sure to stay close the whole time, just like you had asked him to, he truly does radiate heat. You think maybe heâs raising his own temperature just to keep you comfortable; youâll have to remember to thank him for it later.
At some point, Kuai gets up to grab you another drink, you had told him you were fine but he was already standing and walking into the kitchen. Now that he had finally detached from you, everyone focuses their attention on you. Suddenly, youâre feeling very nervous under their eyes.
Tomas breaks the quiet, seemingly voicing what they all want to say, âWhatâs going on between you and Kuai?â
You donât really know how to answer that, âI am not sure what you mean.â
âAre you two actually together now?â Harumi clarifies for you.
âWe know he is marrying you because of your father,â Raiden adds.
Tomas directs his attention to Raiden, âNot just that, he loves herââ
Harumi gives Tomas a look, scolding him wordlessly for outing Kuaiâs feelings for you.
The cold may not be a problem anymore, not with all the heat in your cheeks. You donât answer straight away but your lack of a reaction to what should have been a bomb drop gives away your knowledge of Kuaiâs feelings for you.
Harumi points at you, grinning, âYou already know.â
âWhat? How did you know?â Tomas asks, surprised.
Raidenâs expression is unamused and sympathetic, feeling bad for you at their prying, âYou do not have to answer, it is between you and Kuai.â
Tomas agrees with Raiden, âYes, but alsoâŚâ he leans in closer to you, over the table, âTell us.â
You change your expression to an unreadable one, completely stoic as you lean in closer, âHe told me.â
When Kuai walks back into the room, your drink in hand, he sees you and Tomas leaning in closer to each other across the table, he raises a brow at the pair of you, âWhat happened while I was gone?â
âNothing,â they all chime out together.
You say nothing though, silently sitting back in your chair, Kuai moves to his seat next to you, sliding your tea across the table and then looks at you, waiting for you to tell him. Glancing around the table, you can tell Tomas is silently begging you not to tell him.
You turn to Kuai and smile, thinking of a lie to cover up the reason you were leaning over the table, âI was winning a staring contest against Tomas.â
âI doubt that,â he replies quickly.
Now youâre offended, âAnd what do you mean by that?â
âIf you are going to lie, learn to do it well,â he teases.
âI can lie well,â everyone grumbles in disagreement and you gasp in faux hurt, âI can,â you insist.
âYou really canât,â Raiden says.
You frown at him in response.
âItâs only because you do not lie often, you are confrontationalâŚâ Harumi adds, her words trailing off when she looks to Kuai and see heâs shaking his head lightly at her, informing her of her poor word choice.
âI am not confrontational,â you pout out.
Tomas tries placating you, âOf course not, you are just⌠direct?â
Kuai changes the topic and places a hand on your shoulder, âAnyways, if you were going to pick a lie, you should have picked a believable one, you are very bad at staring contests.â
You look at him and scowl, squinting your eyes at him in anger, âI am not going to say anything because I am not confrontational.â
Everyone at the table is immensely amused by the way this has all unfolded, wearing smiles while you sit with your arms crossed, slightly annoyed at being called confrontational⌠again.
âItâs not a bad thing,â Kuai insists, a hand moving to pat your head, stroking you in an offer of comfort.
Everyone at the table agrees, trying to make you feel better.
Even though you disagree that youâre confrontational, itâs nice to be amongst friends. You let go of being upset pretty easily, mostly because you werenât all that upset in the first place, you know they were just joking around.
Both you and Kuai donât stay much longer after that though, leaving back to his house after another hour or so passes, it was good seeing them, you hadnât realised how isolated you had been feeling at home until you spent some time around friends. Being here might be a good thing.
â âš
The night is cold and itâs keeping you awake, the blankets you have are not enough to stop the chill from creeping in or the shivers that run through your body. You think back to earlier today when Kuai offered his bed to you but you feel hesitant to take him up on it, that would be weird right?
Another shiver shakes your body and you decide you donât care, you are cold and he is a fucking furnace, you are getting into his bed. You move quickly, not wanting to give yourself time to change your mind and also not wanting to feel the cold for too long.
You make it to his room, your footsteps rushed and quiet, you walk up to his side of the bed. Your hand goes for his shoulder, wanting to gently wake him but before you have a chance to call his name and shake him lightly, his hand shoots out and grabs yours.
It startles you and makes you jump, âGeez, sorryââ
ââAre you okay?â He questions, sitting up quickly to check you over.
Youâre still shivering, the cold so much worse without a blanket on top of you, âIâIâm fine⌠never mind, donâtâ donât worry about it,â your words are stuttered slightly, your teeth chattering, âSorry for wakeâwaking you, I am going back to bed.â
He frowns sleepily at you, his hand still holding yours, âYouâre cold,â he observes.
Another shake wracks through you and he grumbles disapprovingly at it. His hands grab you, pulling your body to his, taking you with him as he lays back in the bed, before rolling to his side. You are laying down facing each other now, his warmth already so welcome. He grabs the blanket, bringing it up around you properly and then heâs shuffling closer, an arm slinging over your side.
His heat makes you hum, âThank you.â
He only mumbles his response, mostly sounds and not really words. You press your body as close to his as possible, your cold feet tangling with his and he grunts at it, âWhy are you so cold?â
âBecause it is a cold night,â you mutter out, âWe do not all have magical fire powers.â
âYou going to be in my bed every cold night?â His voice is thick with sleep, eyes closed.
Pressing your head to his chest, you answer, âIf it bothers you, then no.â
âIt does not bother me,â his response is quick.
âKuai?â he hums at you, telling you heâs listening, âDid you make yourself warmer today? When you were next to me?â
Heâs quiet for a few beats, ââŚYeah, I did.â
âThank you.â
âYou thank me a lot,â he comments.
âYou do a lot of things that I am grateful for, I do not know how else to express that,â you sigh, your body finally relaxing, Kuaiâs heat finally removing the chill that had settled into your bones.
Kuai holds back from saying the first things that enter his mind, his sleep addled brain immediately thinking of suggestive ways you could thank him, âYou donât have to thank me for the things I choose to do for you.â
âOf course I do,â youâre resolute in your reply because of course you do, who wouldnât thank someone for their kindness, âAre you saying, that if I were to do something out of the kindness of my heart for you, you would not thank me?â
He immediately disagrees, he would thank you for anything you did for him, âNoââ
ââThen why would I not thank you?â You cut him off, already knowing you have won and made your point.
âJust go to sleep,â he grumbles.
You laugh lightly, happy with your victory.
The conversation naturally dwindles though and you find yourself slipping into unconsciousness. With Kuai keeping you warm all night; it is probably one of the most pleasant slumbers you have had in a long time.
â âš
The past week has been good, you have been a bit home sick, longing for your mothers cooking and company but you have been settling in okay. The days arenât boring, you have the company of Tomas, Raiden and Harumi. Most often, you have been with Raiden, he seems to have more free time so you spend the day with him more than the others, he is nice company. Though he is quiet and you feel annoying when you talk too much. Sometimes, leaving the interaction wishing you had just been quiet instead.
Kuai has been good to you, he has cooked for you a bit but you have also cooked some nights. Mostly because he is not the best at cooking, you are not going to tell him that though. Youâre appreciative of everything he has done to help make you comfortable, you are not about to tell him that his cooking is not good. Because it is okay, it is edible, itâs just not⌠yummy.
Heâs been out today, you would have gone with him but itâs too cold for you, even with him by your side. Some days you can bear it but not today, no, instead you have had a hot shower, like as hot as you could make it without burning yourself. Which you love, the hot showers help with the cold so much but with the cold air, youâve been worried about your skin drying.
Itâs annoying to do but you endure the cold so you can rub moisturiser into your skin, this isnât so bad and quite pleasant in almost any other season but standing in only a robe with panties underneath, a leg up on the bed, rubbing moisturiser into your skin, during winter⌠is fucking freezing and you just wanna rug up and get warm.
You donât even hear Kuai get home, not until heâs standing in your door frame and almost choking on his spit, âSorry, I didnât mean to intrude,â he turns around, arguably not as quick as he could, eyes lingering on your leg perched atop the bed.
âYou donât have to be sorry, itâs fine, Iâm only moisturising,â you dismiss, not really all that bothered by him seeing you like this. Though, you did think there was more time until he got back, you would have closed your door if you knew he was going to be home soon.
He turns back around, now that he knows you are fine with his presence and moves across the room to you, âHow was your day?â
âMmm, it was fine⌠cold, I was alone for most of the day though,â your hands rub at your thigh, massaging the cream into your skin.
Kuaiâs voice sounds a little distant, âYou did not see Raiden today?â
You only realise why he sounds so distracted when you look to him, his gaze set on your leg, intently watching the way your hands massage at your thigh, âIf you like watching so much, why donât you do it for me,â you joke, not really meaning anything by it.
âI will,â he replies quickly, eyes flicking up to lock on yours, âIf you let me.â
Your brows upturn at him, a little confused by his eagerness but itâs not like youâre having fun doing it yourself, âOkay.â
He rounds the bed, moving in front of you; your leg comes down and he lowers himself onto the mattress, tapping your thigh once heâs sat, asking you to put it back up. You do, your foot resting on the bed again, right next to him. You were not expecting this position and it feels incredibly revealing.
He grabs the moisturiser off the bed and pumps some into his hand, eyes looking to yours to check if youâre really okay, before beginning to rub it into your calf. He starts lower on your leg, fingers pressing into your muscles, moving up and down. Eventually, he drags his palms up your leg, reaching your thigh, his fingers grip and pull at the skin and muscle, his hands travelling high up, the pressure feels good.
His hands are warm, the cold not a problem anymore, not with how heâs warming you, not with how intimate this feels, you honestly were not expecting this to feel so⌠arousing. The higher his hands travel the more your skin heats, seemingly Kuai is having the same problem, his hands growing hotter against your skin the more he rubs the moisturiser in.
Once itâs been absorbed, he asks you for your other leg, which you give, swapping sides for him. His eyes donât leave your lower half, very carefully watching your thighs, you remember in the back of your head how much he seemed to like gripping your thighs while kissing you.
This time it looks like heâs grabbed more moisturiser, âKuai, thatâs too much, it will take forever to rub in.â
âThatâs fine,â he mumbles out.
You insist, âNo seriously, my leg can only get so moisturised.â
His eyes look up to yours, âI will find somewhere else to put it,â his eyes drag down your torso with his words, the implication causing blood to rush to your face.
He starts with your calf again, the product slipping all over your skin, he really had grabbed too much. It doesnât stop him though, his hands move up to get it on your thigh and then his hands are rubbing into your skin again, trying to get it to rub in. Even though there is a surplus of product on you, he persists, massaging you the same as before. It feels good and as he rubs into one spot on your thigh, a small, gasped whine passes your lips.
His fingers are firm as they dig into you, his hands traveling higher again, the sounds that slip from you canât be helped. You do supress them as much as you can, mostly stopping them in your throat. Kuai pushes all the moisturiser on your calf to your thigh before tugging you to sit in his lap.
You gasp lightly, surprised, âWhat are you doing?â
âToo much product, going to put in on your other thigh,â he states, his hands rubbing your other thigh again.
The way youâre straddling him is even more exposing than the position you were in before, the lower half of your robe split open now, your panties completely revealed to him. Luckily, your upper half is still covered, you might have fainted if he had your tits in his face while he massaged your thighs.
Kuai is very focused on your thighs though, his hands digging into both of them at the same time, massaging your inner thighs. Youâre sensitive where heâs touching, especially like this, your hands hold onto his shoulders, repressed whines getting stuck in your throat. Your thighs twitch under his hands, he moves them further up, all the way to your hips. His hands slip under either side of your panties and rub into the skin of your hips.
Most of the product is absorbed now but Kuaiâs hands still travel up and down your thighs, heâs setting you on the edge, his hands exploring you have you almost shaking on top of him. Youâre so aroused at this point, pussy wet and needy and heâs only been massaging you.
He still doesnât stop touching you and you end up pulling his head back by his hair, making him look you in the eyes, âKuai, please.â
The look in your eyes makes him groan, he hadnât realised how much of an effect heâd been having on you, mostly touching you for his own enjoyment. He pulls you to him so that youâre sitting in his lap, you twitch and pant at the feeling of his hard cock against your covered cunt.
âSorry,â he mutters, âGot distracted.â
âNot that, Iâm really wet now,â you tell him, not caring for apologies, instead wanting him to do something about it.
He moans at your confession, his hands gripping your thighs harder, his eyes dark and lustful.
âItâs your fault,â you accuse, accurately. âFix it.â
âAnd how am I meant to do that?â He smiles cockily up at you.
You decide to snark back, âAre you worried you wonât be able to make me cum?â
His smile doesnât falter, not falling for your bait, âYes, I am, why donât you show me how you do it?â
âKuai, please,â you plead with him instead, eyes begging him to do something to you, âDo whatever you want to me justâ please do something.â
âWhatever I want?â He checks and you nod your head, âAnd what if I want to do nothing? Leave you a needy mess like this? Then what?â
âThen I will cry,â you answer and you wish that upset him but he seems to be even more pleased at that comment, âYou are mean.â
âI am not, youâre just soft,â he retorts.
You grind your hips down into his lap, your pussy rutting against his cock, he chokes on a sudden moan and grips your hips, stopping you from moving.
âNow who is mean?â He asks, voice strained.
âStill you,â itâs grumbled out with annoyance, youâre becoming sexually frustrated.
You decide to try and be meaner, one of your hands leaving his shoulder and dipping into your panties, running through your folds, when you hit your clit you moan and twitch atop of him. His eyes are watching you, small groans vibrating in his chest.
You pull your hand away from your pussy, showing him just how wet you are, fingers coated in your slick. His immediate response is to grab your hand and shove your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, his mouth hot. You whine at him, heâs officially back to being meaner than you. You feel like a big mess, wet, sticky, needyâ downright desperate for him.
He removes your fingers from his mouth, tongue licking at them a final time before pulling away, âThat was mean,â he blames.
âPlease, Kuai, I will take anythingâ just make me cum,â youâre back to begging.
He smiles evilly at you, âNo.â
âWhy not?â Your eyes actually well with tears, threatening to spill.
He holds the side of your face and coos, âBecause having you wet and needy on top of me, is really doing it for me.â
âYou are evil,â you pout at him.
âYou seem to like it,â heâs still smiling at you, like heâs got you in the palm of his hand⌠and at the moment he does, if heâll promise to get you off, youâd do just about anything.
He pulls your face to his, lips locking with yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue licking into your mouth, his warmth overwhelming you. His hand on your thigh digs in, holding you firmly. You moan into the kiss, your hips trying to grind down into him again, succeeding marginally. He gasps against you and lets you rut down. Enjoying the friction himself, just as aroused as you are, just better at hiding it. His cock twitches in his pants and you whine into the kiss, wanting so badly to be filled by him.
He pulls away from you, something occurring to him, âHas anyone ever made you cum?â
Youâre panting against him, âI hadnât even been kissed Kuai, take a guess.â
A large smile breaks out across his face, ecstatic at the fact that heâll be the first person to make you cum, âMmm, I will make you cum then.â
You perk up, âReally?â
âYeah, Iâll have you cumming in your little panties for me,â he says it easily but the words embarrass you just as much as they arouse you.
His hands grip either side of your hips and begin dragging you up and down his covered cock, the head of it catching on your clit and making you keel over, your head landing in the crook of his neck, hands holding his shoulders.
Your hips help, moving back and forth with his pace, the friction delicious, it has you salivating for him. Heâs gasping out groans under you, enjoying this just as much as you are. He moves his hands to your thighs, spreading you wider on him. His grip stays on your thighs, obsessed with them, with their softness.
You press a light and wet kiss to the skin on his neck, the feeling sends a shiver down his spine, his cock jumping against your cunt. His hands are hot against your thighs, the heat radiating off him suffocating. You muffle your moans into his neck, embarrassed by how whingey and desperate you sound.
Your panties are completely ruined, so slick theyâre stuck to your cunt and slipping against the fabric of Kuaiâs pants. He pauses for a moment and you whine against him, he shushes you in response. He only stopped to pull his pants down, still in his boxers but wanting less layers between you.
When your pussy comes back into contact with his covered cock, he groans out loudly, mind drifting far from him, if he thinks too hard about how wet you are or how desperate you are for him, he might end up fucking you stupid tonight.
He begins grinding you down into him again, losing his mind at the new feeling, of how much better it feels without his pants on. Without the extra layer, his cockhead catches on your pussy hole through your panties and he groans like heâs been gut punched. You wiggle down on him, seeking penetration that wonât happen, not with all the layers.
You sob into his skin, so horny and wet, youâre drooling onto his shoulder and neck, saliva coating his skin. He keeps rutting you down on top of him, desperate to have you cumming for him. His mind only filled with how you must sound when you finish, how youâll sound moaning his name.
You canât think of anything, only thinking of his cock rubbing through your folds and catching on your clit. Every other thought you might have, dying before you are aware of it. Youâre shaking against him, getting close to your end, your stomach tensing, cunt fluttering around nothing. Your whines breaking off into nothing, choking on all the sounds you want to make for him.
Kuai notices, âSo close arenât you? Fucââ
He gets cut off by you biting him, your teeth digging into the skin on his shoulder, youâve bit him as you cum, his words pushing you over the edge. Your first, thoughtless response being to latch onto him, a way to try and ground yourself. His cock spasms at the feeling, his own orgasm rocking through him, his nails bite into your skin, holding you to him firmly as you both finish at the same time.
He groans loudly, his orgasm shocking him, not expecting to cum so suddenly. Youâre limp against him, your teeth no longer imbedded into his shoulder. You pant and shudder against him, aftershocks wracking through your body. He pulls you back, only because he needs to see the look on your face and when he does, he smiles brilliantly at you, overjoyed by your expression.
Your eyes are all gooey, cheeks tear stained, you look like an absolute mess for him and he thinks if he hadnât just cum, he could cum just from seeing you like this. He tucks you back into his shoulder and holds you to him, letting you regain your strength before trying to move either of you.
You feel dizzy and lost, âItâs never felt that good before.â
âMmm just you wait,â he retorts humorously.
You still twitch against him slightly but you pull yourself back and press a full kiss to his lips, your tongue licks into his mouth, his hand grabs at your face, letting you kiss him how you please, a moan passing from him to you. You pull back from him properly, sitting in his lap looking at him, feeling a little bashful now.
âWhat was that for?â He asks, eyes glassy.
You smile sweetly at him and say, âThat was a thank you.â
He smiles affectionately at you, his eyes dopey and in love, âYou should always thank me like that.â
You bop him on the nose with a finger, âOkay.â Apparently, an orgasm makes you agreeable and happy.
He shakes his head at you in amusement before asking, âHave you eaten yet?â
âNope, waited for you.â
âLetâs eat then,â he says, picking you up as he stands.
You squeal at him as he carries you down the hall like that, youâre stuck to him, clinging on for dear life, scared youâll fall but also trusting that he wonât drop you. The whole house is filled with your shared laughter.
â âš
The next couple weeks are more of the same, you spend a lot of time in Kuaiâs bed, seeking his warmth most nights but nothing happened between the two of you. He seemed to be trying to control himself better around you, it would have bugged you but things had honestly been busy. With the wedding approaching fast, you had other things to worry about and your anxieties started peaking their ugly heads again.
And now that the day is here, you feel wracked with nerves the whole time, it hadnât been so bad⌠not in the beginning. There were a few hiccups, like the awkwardness between yourself and your father, youâre still holding resentment against him, especially since his motivations remain unknown to you.
Your father had seemed⌠sombre, when no one was looking there was a sadness looming around him, you arenât sure what exactly could be the reason for it and you would ask but he wouldnât tell you either way. Heâd only say that it is rude to ask someone why they look run down.
There was one point in the day that you tried talking to him but he had only brushed you off, giving you shallow pleasantries and congratulations. It hurt, to be pushed aside when you had concerns for him, you think the least he could have done was entertain a polite conversation with you but he was not at all interested in talking with you, not in the way you needed him to.
You had also tried asking your mother about your father but like you predicted, she gave away nothing. Instead, she focused on you, how you were feeling and settling, how you were going with Kuai. It was nice to see her, to talk with her properly, you have been missing her company. You also tried a few more times to get her to tell you what was wrong but sheâs a tough nut to crack and she continued to assure you nothing was wrong, maybe you are looking too hard for things that arenât there.
Kuai had been with you most of the day, trying to stay by your side and make sure you felt okay but he had people coming to talk to him a lot, he eventually got pulled away from you, not too long ago actually. Now, heâs probably stuck in a conversation somewhere; one you do not care to stick around for.
This whole day has been uncomfortable and youâre nervous, the future in front of you now and you have no idea what happens after. What changes now? You are aware nothing has actually changed, only the legality of your betrothal to Kuai but things still feel scary, everything feels scary and you feel small. It feels like you may be having a panic attack again.
You scan the crowd for Kuai but fail to find him and instead rush to find a quiet place you can hide for a moment, somewhere you can calm your thoughts and focus on your breathing. It doesnât help though, now youâre alone with your thoughts, the quiet a welcome change from the overstimulation of being around people but not helping in slowing your thoughts.
All your anxieties are still there, just somehow louder without all the other noises happening around you. You start hyperventilating, now freaking out about not being able to calm down. And youâre frustrated, you have enjoyed your time here for the past month, you feel less isolated, you feel cared for, Kuai makes you feel cared for but you are not coping with the change well, you are not coping with your fathers betrayal well. You are not coping well, not right now. Right now, it feels like the world is caving in around you.
Tears are streaming down your face and you wish they would stop, it will mess with the makeup youâre wearing and then people will have questions, oh gods, what if they have already noticed your absence? What if people are looking for you, what if someone finds you here like this, all sad and pitiful⌠you might die on the spot, from mortification.
Footsteps can be heard nearby, getting closer to you, it has you holding your breath and standing stock still, hoping the bushes and pillar will be enough to hide you from whoever is in the area. They keep approaching though, their steps seem rushed, like theyâre looking for someone, great, theyâre probably looking for you.
Kuai rounds the pillar and sees you, he rushes out a sigh of relief, happy to have found you, âI have been looking all over for you, are you okay?â His hands cradle your face and his thumbs gently rub the tears off your cheeks, attempting to fix your makeup.
âI couldnât find you, I did look,â your voice is shaky, threatening to cry again.
Truthfully, you feel relieved to see him too, his presence immediately bringing you a kind of comfort you hadnât realised was gone until he was back beside you. You had been leaning on him all day to help keep you together more than you thought, you knew he helped make all of this easier but you hadnât realised just how much him being near helped you.
âCome here,â he pulls you to him, holding you in a hug, keeping you safe, âDo you want to talk about it?â
You donât really but youâll try your best to tell him anyways, âI got scared, nothing changed but it also feels like everything has changed. I am worried about my relationship with my father, I feel betrayed by him⌠and I guess⌠I have not been coping as well as I thought I had been.â
âYou have been doing remarkably well, considering the circumstances,â his hands rub your back, âYou have been doing your best, you have been adjusting as well as anyone can, I am in awe of your resilience, dear.â
You sniffle out, âI worry that I am becoming a burden to you, Kuai.â
âYou could never burden me,â he leans down and presses a small kiss high on your cheekbone, when he pulls back he looks you in the eyes, his gaze intense and sincere, âI love you.â
The reminder of his open love for you takes your breath away, he does not repeat it often, only when he thinks you have forgotten it. Only when he thinks you need to hear him say it, he needs you to know how highly he thinks of you, how beautiful you are to him, how amazing you have been throughout all of this.
You never know how to reply to him, saying thank you feels dumb, so you kiss him. Leaning up to him, you press your lips to his gingerly, careful and tentative as you do. You hadnât kissed during your ceremony, itâs not tradition but in the quiet area you have found, where it is just the two of you, you share a soft kiss, one filled with your appreciation for him and his love. Parting is harder than it should be, every time you kiss him, you hope it will last just a little bit longer.
âYou are my husband now,â you comment.
He smiles softly at you, âThat I am.â
You both head back to where everyone else is, once youâve calmed down, he stays with you the whole time and offers you reassuring words. You would have loved nothing more than to go home and be done with the day but you soldier on and get through it.
It is uneventful, more of the same but this time Kuai makes sure to stay close by you, a part of him touching you the whole time. His hand always on you somewhere, whether it be on your back, shoulder, hand, knee, heâs there and heâs making sure you remember it.
Ultimately, he is what gets you through today and you are so grateful to him.
â âš
After everyone leaves, youâre back at his house⌠well your house too, it feels a little weird to say though, especially since you feel like you donât contribute much. His house has been feeling more homely but you canât tell if thatâs his house or him, you think you may just be feeling at home with him.
You shower first, needing to get out of everything and into something comfortable, when youâre finished, you head to Kuaiâs room. His door is open and heâs lying on his bed waiting for the shower to be free.
âI am done,â you walk to his side and his hand grabs yours, squeezing once.
He hums at you, âThank you,â his form moves off the bed, his body brushing up against yours as he slips by you to head in the direction of the shower.
Youâre feeling a little odd, you could just go to bed, or even get into his bed and sleep off today but you know people usually celebrate their marriage. It may not be a âtraditionalâ marriage but you would like to sleep with him, he sets your skin on fire, he fills your head with dirty thoughts and⌠well, you donât really have any good excuse⌠he makes you horny and you want him to fuck you.
Sighing, you crawl onto his bed and into the spot he was just in, itâs still warm and cosy. You sit and think about things as you wait for him to come back but all youâre really thinking about is how much youâd like to be filled with him, how hot his skin must get, how vocal he may be. No matter how hard you try to think of something else, your mind wonders back to him and his toned body under you, or above you. Your thighs subtly rub together, seeking friction.
When Kuai come back into the room, heâs wearing his pants low on his hips, heâs shirtless, chest bare and still has some water trailing his abs, his hair down and damp, you canât help the way you stare at him. You try, you try really hard not to make it obvious but by the way he raises a brow at you, you know youâve been caught red handed.
You speak before he has the chance to be mean, âArenât you cold?â
He hides his smile at your question, âI run hot,â he notes, obviously.
You feel silly, âRightâŚâ
âWas today okay?â He sits down facing you, a hand landing on your knee.
Youâre actively having to fight off the shiver that wants to shake your whole body, âIt was fine, with you beside me.â
He hums at you in acknowledgement, his hand gripping your knee once before pulling away.
Telling him you want to sleep with him is hard, you havenât actually tried saying anything yet but he picks up that something is bothering you.
âDid you have something you want to ask me?â He raises his brows to you, encouraging you to ask what you want to.
Biting the bullet, you decide to be direct, âDonât we⌠have to consummate our union⌠or whatever?â You feel very awkward and youâre having a hard time looking him in the eyes.
âWe donât have to,â he replies.
You feel dejected, like he has outright rejected the idea of sleeping with you, âYou donât want to?â
Heâs quick to answer, âI want to,â he looks at you, eyes dark, âYou know I want to.â His gaze looks like there is a fire raging inside, feelings for you burning just under the surface, âBut only if you want to.â
âI want to,â youâre fiddling with your own hands, nervous, âItâs just that, itâd be my first time.â
âMaybe we should wait,â he offers.
âFor what?â your brows upturn at him, âI want it.â
He closes his eyes to think for a second, trying to be respectful even though youâre in his bed, asking him to fuck you, on your wedding night. His focus is on trying to keep enough blood in his head so he can think. Not realising that youâve shuffled closer to him, not until your hand reaches for his wrist and shoves his hand down your panties. Youâre resting on your knees for him, legs spread just enough for his fingers to slip through your pussy lips.
He groans, like heâs been punched in the stomach, âThatâs just not fair.â
âTrying to show you I want it,â you mutter out, bashful.
Heâs weak, how could he resist you when youâve pushed his fingers to your cunt, your very wet cunt. He drags the tips of his fingers through your folds, spreading your slick all over yourself, you gasp in response and grab onto his shoulder, his skin hot under your hand.
He focuses on where his hand is under your panties, wishing you werenât wearing any, âI can tell you want it; I still have reservations.â
âIs it becauseâ hahââ youâre cut off by his fingers carefully circling your clit, your nails lightly dig into his skin, ââis it because âmmphâ Iâm a virgin?â You gasp out, wanting to understand his hesitation.
âPartially,â he hums, his other hand moves to grip your thigh, trying to stop your twitching, âAlso because I like your neediness for me, wonder how far I could push you.â
You frown at him, thighs trembling at the stimulation heâs providing, âThat would be cruelââ
ââIt would be, yes.â He cuts you off only to agree. He looks to your eyes, theyâre blown out and glazed and as much as he enjoys taunting you, he would also enjoy getting his dick wet.
You canât help the way your pussy flutters at his words, you wish you didnât enjoy how mean he seems to be when it comes to the bedroom. Heâs so very often gentle with you and the change in attitude when it comes to this topic affects you in a way you canât really explain. He knows though, especially since your cunt got so much slicker at his teasing.
He pulls his hand away from you and you whine at him, âI am not going to fuck youââ
âWhyââ
He shoves his fingers covered in your wetness into your mouth, effectively getting you to shut up, âBecauseâŚâ his eyes are set on how your lips wrap around his fingers, on the way your tongue slips between them, licking him clean, ââŚI said so.â He doesnât offer anymore explanation.
He pulls his fingers from your mouth slowly, enjoying the view of your lips around them. Once heâs able, he pulls you to him by the back of your neck, his lips harshly meeting with yours. His tongue licks into your mouth, tasting you, heâs fervent, insistent. Mouth hot and the kiss wet, you can only let him kiss you how he pleases and whine into him, heâs overwhelming you and not giving you much of a chance to do anything else.
His hands push at your robe, wanting you to take it off, it slips from your shoulders and pools around your waist. His lips donât part from yours but his hands move to grab at you, palming your breasts, massaging at you. His fingers pinch at your nipples, rolling them, you break the kiss, moaning louder than you were expecting to.
The sound embarrasses you and your hand moves off his shoulder to cover your mouth, Kuai grunts in disapproval but continues playing with your tits, focus solely on them. You gasp and whine from beneath your palm, your body jerking in response to him. You press your chest forward into his hands more, his eyes are dark and glazed, lost in how big his hands look on your tits.
You pull your hand away, enough to pant out, âKuai âhahâ I canâtâ please, I need more.â
âWants and needs are not the same thing,â his voice is low and gravelly, eyes still on your tits.
You push his hands away from you and stand up on wobbly legs, your robe falls to the floor properly and you push your panties down your legs, kicking them off your feet. Kuai is in awe of you, eyes trailing every inch of your body.
âI know that, and I meant what I said,â you huff at him, you passed want a while ago, you need him now. His hands grab for you but you step away, staying just out of reach, âI need you, please.â
He nods at you quickly, âMhm whatever you want, just come here.â
You move within armâs reach of him again and he pulls you down to the mattress, your head lands on the pillows and you laugh in shock. He leans down over you and presses his lips to yours, kissing you quickly. And then he gets off the bed to pull his pants down, freeing his hard cock. Heâs large and thick and you think that taking him is going to be⌠a challenge for sure.
You must look concerned by his size because he says, âCalm down, I meant it when I said I wasnât fucking you.â
You grumble at him, âI could take it.â
He chuckles, âI am sure you could, not tonight though.â
Youâre confused as to whatâs happening, âThen what are we doing?â
He crawls back onto the bed, over top of you, and nuzzles his face into the side of yours. His lips press light kisses to your skin before pulling back to look at you smugly. âThere are other ways to get off,â he states, matter-of-factly.
âBut I want to beâŚâ you trail off before mumbling out, ââŚfull.â
His head drops to your shoulder, and he grumbles lowly about how youâre trying to kill him, or how youâre really testing his patience. Taking a deep breath, he looks back to you and says, âRoll over, onto your side.â
âWhat? No please?â You joke.
He squints at you and then just flips you onto your side himself, he tucks in behind you, essentially spooning you. His hard body presses into your back, he holds one of his hands out to you, âSpit.â
You do as youâre told without thinking twice, immediately spitting into his palm. He sighs quietly and takes his hand away from you, soft clicking sounds can be heard behind you and Kuai groans out, his head landing on your shoulder. He fists at his cock for a bit, getting it slick for you.
âKeep your thighs closed,â he directs, deep voice by your ear.
His cock slips between your thighs, spreading your pussy lips open on his thick length. You gasp at the feeling of his dick running along your cunt, the head lightly grazing your clit as he slips against you. He moans into your shoulder at the warmth of your pussy, his cock jerking at how wet you are for him.
He breathes in as he pulls back, his dick slick with you. He pushes in between your thighs and you gasp out a whine at how his tip hits your clit. Kuai starts a steady pace, thrusting backwards and forwards, his dick sliding against your pussy. Looking down, you watch the way the head of his cock pokes out between your thighs, you clamp them together as much as you can and Kuaiâs hips stutter, a moan pulled from his chest.
Youâre leaking against him, his dick sliding easily through your folds, his breath sputters at the plushness of your thighs, at the slick of your creamy cunt. The tip of his cock oozes thick globs of precum, his arousal driving him insane. His hand grips onto your hip, holding you still and needing to ground himself.
Your hips move with him, your need for him heightening. Heâs so hard and pressed right against you, it would be so easy for him to change his mind and push inside. Moans and whines spill from you freely, your hand reaches back and tangles into his hair. Kuai presses his head to your shoulder, his pants and moans right next to your ear.
âKuai âhahâ canât you just ânnghâ put it in,â your eyes burn, like the pleasure might make you cry.
He groans into your neck, âNo ânnghâ I couldnât âhahââ
He is right, with how big he is and the fact youâve not had sex before, there is no âjustâ putting it in. But even though heâs right, your horny brain doesnât care, âPlease~â
âNo,â he bites back, âNow stop asking or Iâll stop.â
You whinge at him and even though you want to keep protesting, you think better of it, knowing he definitely would hold off on his own pleasure just to torture you further. Kuai mouths at the side of your neck, getting carried away and sucking at your skin, no doubt leaving behind some dark marks.
Heâs getting lost in feeling of your wet cunt and soft thighs, âYouâve got such âhahâ soffft skin âfuckâ pussy is fucking dripping ânnghâ for me.â
His slightly slurred and growled out words drive you mental, moans getting stuck in your chest from how you try to stuff them down. You rock your hips back against him, desperation clawing up your spine.
Kuaiâs hand pins your hip to the bed, holding you down, wanting you to stay steady so he can fuck through your thighs how he pleases, âBe good and stay âhahâ still.â
Your cunt jumps against him, youâre throbbing for him, your thighs slick and a complete mess, both from his precum and your arousal. Youâre frustrated from the lack of fullness, your pussy begging for his cock.
âKuai~ please âhahââ you let yourself trail off, remembering his threat.
His thrusts speed up, the glide easy, meeting no resistance with the complete mess made of your lower half. You can feel the growls in Kuaiâs chest and hear the gasping noises heâs making against your skin, his tongue licks at your neck before he whispers to you.
His voice is low and grumbly, broken only by gasped moans, âBet you have the tightest little cunt ânghhâ probably have me cumming just from filling you âhahââ
You tug at his hair and he moans into your ear the sound has your pussy quivering for him, all the sounds he makes sets you on fire. His hot skin holds you close to him, making you feel faint. And then his mouth is back on your skin, leaving behind more marks.
The sounds you try to stuff down drive him crazy, youâre trying so hard to be quiet but canât help but make noises and itâs not only boosting his ego, itâs making his cock throb for you. He has half a mind to cave and fuck you open on his cock right now.
Kuaiâs cognizance is far from him, his thoughts only focused on your slick cunt and thighs on his cock. He slurs out to you, âYouâre such a âhahâ pretty little thing âmmphâ my pretty little thing ânghhâ my pretty little wife.â
You gasp and twitch against him, hearing him refer to you as his wife has your head buzzing, something primal in you loving being referred to as such. Your stomach fills with butterflies, his words doing things to you that you donât really have the wherewithal to understand right now.
Youâre getting close to finishing, your pussy twitches and your stomach clenches, your hand in his hair holding on tighter. He groans into your neck, his own end sneaking up on him. Heâs losing his mind at everything, everything about how heâs fucking your thighs right now has him going crazy.
His dick spasms between your legs and his teeth bite into your neck, the feeling a shock, it runs down your spine to your cunt. The blunt pain pushes you off the edge and you cum on Kuaiâs cock, choked moans pulling from your chest. You gasp and whine, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. Your mind is gone as you cum on him, the only thing slightly grounding you is the feeling of Kuaiâs hot skin and his tongue as he licks at the bite mark he left behind.
The way you jolt against Kuai and how your thighs seem to clamp tighter have his own orgasm slipping from him. His cum landing on your thighs and his bed. He groans loudly into your skin as he cums and he finds himself wishing so badly that he had cum inside you. He nips at your skin some more as he comes down, enjoying the way you jerk against him as he does.
The hand he had on your hip wanders over your body now that he doesnât have to hold you down, he pulls at the skin on your thighs, at your tits, and when he reaches your face he wipes the drool away from the corner of your mouth.
He checks you over, âYou with me?â You hum out to him in confirmation, and he adds, âGood, cause Iâm not done with you.â
His words send a thrill through you, what else could he possibly do to you?
He pulls his cock from between your thighs carefully and then pulls you to lay on your back, he positions himself over you. Youâre so pliable now that youâve cum, letting him manoeuvre you however he pleases. His hands push your thighs open and heâs breathless at the sight, youâre a mess, slick and cum coating your thighs and cunt. He groans out at it, his mouth pooling with saliva, he wants to put his mouth on you so bad.
His fingers drag along your skin, collect what cum he had gotten on you, and then his fingers are pressing through your folds. Heâs playing with your pussy, coating it in his cum. A single finger prods at your entrance and slowly slides inside. The grip you have on his single finger almost has him going feral, the fact you wanted him to fill you with no preparation makes him nearly laugh.
You gasp at how his finger has pushed into you, not expecting it but enjoying it, finally having something inside. He gently moves it in and out, slowly fucking you, your thighs try to close at the stimulation but Kuai body between your legs stops them from getting too far. His free hand moves to your thigh and holds you open, his gaze greedy for how open you are for him right now.
He canât stop thinking about how you would feel split open on his cock, how you would leak around him, how tight you must be and how fucked full heâd make you feel. His skin is buzzing, his cock hard for you again. His finger retreats and you whine at him, the sound you make has his heart racing, you sound so fucked out and cute.
âYou make such cute little noises,â he hums out to you.
âWhyââ
He shushes you, âJust lay there and let me play with you.â
Gods, heâs going to kill you, your cunt jumps at his words and your stomach twists in knots. The things he has been saying tonight have you gnawing at the bit, wanting him to stop because itâs embarrassing and also never wanting him to shut up because itâs arousing you.
Kuaiâs finger collects more of the cum he left on you and then he pushes it inside your cunt, heâs finger fucking his cum inside you and itâs going to make you faint. His finger crooks up inside you and your hands move to cover your mouth, loud moans threatening to rip from you.
Kuai only smiles at your reaction and hums, âCan try and be as quiet as you want, wonât work.â
Your pussy clenches down on him at the sound of his voice and his smile grows larger, heâs enjoying watching your reactions to him, loving the control he has as he fingers you. His pace has been steady and consistent but with his own need to see you cum clawing up his spine his hand speeds up, fucking you faster and harder, his head filling with images of you cumming for him.
Heâs thinking about how tight your little cunt will grip him as you finish and how you would feel cumming on his cock. His eyes are glazed and blown, fucked out and heâs not even fucked you. Youâre gasping underneath your hands, eyes rolling to the back of your head and spilling tears. The sight has Kuai enamoured, relishing in the way youâre crying over his single finger.
He crooks his finger up to hit a specific spot inside you continuously and it has you cumming with a suppressed shout. Kuai was right, you grip him tight as your cunt spasms around him, your body twitches and your thighs quiver.
As he pulls his finger from you, all your slick and the cum he pushed inside oozes from your convulsing pussy hole. He tuts at you in mock disapproval, youâre not really sure what heâs referring to though, youâre still panting, trying to catch your breath after your second orgasm.
When youâve regained some of your faculties, you look to Kuai and see the absolutely fucked out look on his face. His eyes glassy and wet, focused on your pussy, his cock fully erect again. He doesnât look all there at all, like his thoughts are a million miles away from him.
âMy pretty little wife has made a mess all on my sheets,â his words are slurred together, âgonna have to clean it up,â his hands run along the insides of your thighs, âYou gonna let me clean it up?â He finally looks to you, his eyes bordering on feral.
You nod shakily at him, words failing you right now.
At your approval heâs immediately shuffling between your legs, you donât know what you were expecting but youâre shocked when he gets on his stomach and pushes your legs open as wide as they will go before licking up the whole length of your pussy. Your stomach jumps in delight and shock, your hand moves back to your mouth to cover the moan that he pulls from you.
Heâs lapping at you like a starved animal, not really cleaning any mess but more⌠making an entirely new one. Your head is up in the clouds, not able to focus on anything but how it feels to have his tongue lick at your pussy. His mouth then suddenly latches onto you, his tongue entering your hole and drinking down all of your cum.
His face presses as close to your pussy as he can possibly get, his nose up against your clit makes you clench down on his tongue and a loud groan rumbles from deep in his chest. The vibrations of the noise he makes has you crying out, your hand doing little to stop it. Kuaiâs hands hold onto your thighs, gripping them tighter at the sound you make.
Youâre practically panting for him, your hips rise and fall, attempting to ride his face. He holds you down, his mouth fervent on you, hot and wet. The noises that fill the room are embarrassing and obscene. Lewd, wet noises of your cunt and his mouth enter your head and you twitch in response, your skin heating at the realisation that itâs your pussy making those noises.
Your hand is getting damp from how you drool at Kuaiâs tongue in your pussy, eventually you canât take it and need something to grip onto. Your hand moves from your mouth and tangles in his hair, the other gripping at the pillows above you. The moans and whines he pulls from you are falling freely now, unobstructed and just as embarrassing to you as your messy cunt.
When you tug on his hair accidentally, he groans into your pussy, his tongue moving more desperately. Kuaiâs hips rut into the mattress below, not able to stop himself from seeking friction. His head fully invaded by you and your cunt. Heâs almost whining into your pussy, obsessed with how fucking slick you are, how you seem to just keep getting slicker.
His nails bite into the skin on your thighs where heâs holding you open; youâre shaking like a leaf for him. Your whole-body trembles with how sensitive you are and heâs happily tongue fucking you through it. He doesnât stop making small noises of pleasure as he licks into you, his hips still rutting down into the bed.
Your whines hit a higher pitch, your hands grabbing and letting go before grabbing again, your orgasm is on the tip of your tongue, or on the tip of Kuaiâs tongue and it feels like too much. Your limbs want to flail but Kuai is holding your legs still, not at all deterred from getting you to finish.
âKuai~ Itâs âhahâ too âmmphâ much,â you cry out to him.
You donât know if he chooses to not acknowledge you or if heâs so far gone that he doesnât notice, but he continues tongue fucking you into the next dimension. The relentlessness has you crying now, tears falling freely at the overstimulation. Youâre shaking so much and it truly feels like you need to run away from the feelings youâre being given. But even if you try to wiggle away, it doesnât work, Kuai uses barely any of his strength to hold you still. He grunts into your cunt in disproval, the most communication heâs given since he first put his mouth on you.
A gasped whine is let out as you cum, your pussy spasms around Kuaiâs tongue and he moans out at it, nearly whining into you again. His tongue fucks you through it and his nose presses to your clit, he shakes his head lightly to encourage the stimulation. He drinks down your cum while groaning, enjoying himself immensely, ecstatic that heâs finally gotten to shove his tongue inside you.
He pulls back from you, not wanting to overstimulate you more than he already has. You donât even feel conscious anymore, vision dark and unfocused. The thing that brings you back to your body is Kuai biting at your inner thighs, heâs leaving marks on you, teeth biting in hard enough that an impression of his teeth will be left behind for a while. You let him do it, not really present enough to move anyways and even if you were, you like the marks heâs left behind, you like how possessive he seems to be in bed. It screams to that primal part of your brain.
Kuai pulls back to look at you and the marks heâs left on your thighs, he smiles to himself, full of pride. His hands gently smooth over your thighs before he moves up the bed to lay next to you, he pulls you to your side and hold you to him. You close your eyes, your body soft and pliable, like a ragdoll.
âAre you still with me?â He asks.
Without opening your eyes, you retort, âAre you?â
He chuckles at you but is also sheepish, âYeah, sorry⌠I got carried away.â
âDonât apologise, I liked it,â you mumble out to him, âa lot.â
He presses a kiss to your forehead, âGood.â
You remember that he was hard again and open your eyes to look at him, âDo you need me to⌠are⌠do you need help?â You have a hard time phrasing your question.
He looks away from you, his cheeks a light pink, âI am fineâŚâ
You object, âBut you didnâtââ
ââI did.â
Your eyes widen in understanding and then you feel incredibly hot in the face, âOh.â
He hums at you and changes the topic, âAre you satisfied?â
âFor now,â you smile cheekily at him.
He leans down to you and presses a soft kiss to your lips, âI think⌠you might be trying to kill me.â
âI think itâs the other way around,â you raise a brow to him.
âMhmm,â he dismisses before leaning in to kiss you again.
His lips are gentle and heâs being tender with you, kissing you sweetly after making you cum for him three times. His warm hand skates along your skin, the action raises your skin and you press closer to him, seeking his warmth.
He parts from you and pulls the blanket over the two of you, your hand tangles in his hair again, this time brushing it with your fingers, playing with it mindlessly. You end up scratching at his scalp lightly and he melts for you, enjoying the feeling. You play with his hair for a while but everything is heavy, including your eyelids.
You pull your hand from his hair and instead wrap it around him, tugging him close, he tickles your back as you fall in and out of sleep, you arenât sure how long he stays awake for but wrapped in his arms, warm and content, you drift to sleep not too long after he presses a small, final kiss to your lips.
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A/N: Thank you for reading the whole thing, holy cow !! I hope you enjoyed it and I hope it fulfilled everyoneâs expectations. As always my inbox is open for questions, thoughts and feelings, donât hesitate to slide in. I hope everyone has a beautiful day/night and I will now be preparing to write just friends part 2 !! <33
synopsis: turns out calling kung lao daddy is the fastest way to get fucked senseless.
genre: explicit smut (18+)
warnings: daddy kink, p in v, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, intense orgasm
word count: 625
kung lao had you pinned beneath him, strong thighs bracketing your hips as he drove into you with deep, measured strokes. the room was filled with the wet sound of skin on skin and your breathy moans. he loved taking his time like this, watching your face twist in pleasure and feeling the way your pussy clenched around him every time he bottomed out.
but tonight you were feeling bold.
âfuck, daddyâŚâ you whimpered when he hit that perfect spot inside you.
kung lao froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. his dark eyes snapped to yours, pupils blown wide with sudden, feral hunger.
âwhat the fuck did you just call me?â his voice was low, dangerous, and dripping with lust. his cock twitched hard inside you.
you bit your lip, suddenly shy under that intense stare, but the way your walls fluttered around him gave you away.
ââŚdaddy,â you whispered again, softer this time.
a guttural groan ripped out of his chest. kung laoâs control snapped completely. he pulled back and slammed into you so hard the bed creaked, driving the air from your lungs.
âsay it again,â he growled, one hand fisting the sheets beside your head while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. âfucking say it.â
you cried out as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward with raw power. âdaddyâ fuck, laoâ daddy!â
he fucking lost it.
the smug, cocky champion you knew was replaced with something primal. his thrusts grew faster, deeper, almost punishing in their intensity. sweat glistened on his chest and shoulders as he fucked you like he wanted to ruin you for anyone else.
âshit, baby,â he panted, voice wrecked. âyou have no idea what that does to me. calling me daddy like a little slut⌠fuck.â
he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss before pulling back just enough to watch your face. every time the word âdaddyâ left your lips he rewarded you with a particularly hard thrust, grinding against your clit until you were shaking.
you were so close already, legs trembling around his waist. and kung lao could feel it â the way you tightened around him, the way your moans pitched higher. his own orgasm was building fast, that deep, electric heat pooling at the base of his spine.
he started fucking you harder. not just faster, harder. deep, desperate strokes that made your whole body jolt. the final approach hit him like a freight train, that moment where it felt too good, where every nerve was on fire and he couldnât hold back anymore.
âgonna cum,â he snarled, voice hoarse. âgonna fill you up, babyâ fuckââ
you wrapped your legs tight around him, heels digging into his back, pulling him impossibly deeper. kung lao groaned loudly, the sound breaking into something almost feral as he pounded into you with those last, brutal, erratic thrusts.
âsay itâ one more time,â he demanded through gritted teeth.
âdaddyâ please, daddyâ!â
that did it. with a deep, guttural moan he buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard, hips stuttering against yours as he spilled inside you in thick, pulsing ropes. he kept thrusting through it â short, desperate strokes like he couldnât stop, milking every last drop while your own orgasm crashed over you, walls squeezing him rhythmically.
when both of you were spent, he finally collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you completely. his face pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing ragged and hot against your skin.
âfuck⌠youâre gonna kill me one day,â he mumbled, voice muffled. then, softer, almost shy: âsay it again later?â
you laughed breathlessly and ran your fingers through his messy hair.
Prompt: Parties are society's glamorous way to let loose and have fun with friends or new people. Who knew that they were dangerous enough to start an invisible fire?
Pairing(s): Raiden x Cat Shifter!Reader x Kenshi
Warnings: NSFW, vaginal fingering, public sex, vaginal sex, handjob, cunniligus,everyone has the hots for you, only two get it tho
A/N: I took this shit and ran with it. idk what happened. Btw, this is your dress.
Masterlist
You were lazing in the sun like the shameless little menace you were, stretching your cute paws out before flopping onto your side again. The Wu Shi courtyard buzzed with training students and chanting monks, but you paid them about as much attention as a houseplant. Today was your âabsolutely not dealing with humanoid nonsenseâ day, so feline form it was. Everything was easier like this: moving, jumping, napping, ignoring people. Peak efficiency.
Your eyes drifted shut, warm sunlight soaking into your fur, and you slipped into that half-asleep haze only cats and retired elders can achieve.
A moment later, warm hands slid over the top of your head, rubbing gently between your ears.
You let out the softest meow and began purring like the worldâs tiniest diesel engine.
When you cracked an eye open, the Fire God himself was sitting cross-legged beside you, smiling serenely.
âAfternoon, Y/N. I trust your nap has been⌠restorative?â Liu Kang said, voice dripping with that peaceful-monk energy.
You responded by crawling directly onto his lap and shoving your head under his palm, demanding continued service.
He chuckled. âAs you wish.â
Across the courtyard, Kung Lao gasped like a scandalized auntie.
âHow come you never let me pet you!?â he whined dramatically, hands on his hips.
âProbably because you always try to touch her belly,â Raiden called back, his smile warm and clearly amused.
Kung Lao threw his hands up in despair.
âBut it looks so soft! Why soft if no pet?!â
You cracked an eye open just long enough to shoot Kung Lao the most unimpressed feline glare imaginable before melting right back into Liu Kangâs hand. Your purr rumbled louder, vibrating through his lap as you stretched out luxuriously and got even more comfortable, because why not make the god adjust around you.
The other champions drifted over like curious pigeons.
âDude, thatâs literally a death wish,â Johnny said, pointing at Kung Lao like heâd committed a war crime. âYou try to pet a catâs belly, youâre basically signing a consent form for violence.â
Kenshi nodded with full solemnity.
âI have the scars to prove it,â he added, completely deadpan.
Both men sent you soft smiles, as if greeting a tiny, fluffy deity in repose. You lifted your head just enough to meow at them â your version of a royal nod â then promptly closed your eyes again.
Their voices blended into a warm background hum, the courtyard busy and alive around you. Liu Kangâs fingers slid behind your ears, down your neck, back up again, and your entire feline body went boneless under the attention.
You let the warmth, the chatter, and the godâs gentle petting pull you deeper into your blissful little nap. If only you could stay in such heaven forever. But alas, the cat gods arenât so merciful.
Liu gently picked you up from his lap. You meowed in disapproval at him, demanding he leave you exactly where you were. He chuckled amusedly.
âApologies, Y/N. I have errands I must run,â he smiled, placing you down next to him.
You huffed, rubbing your head against the edge of his knee to get one last pet out of him. He relented, stroking between your ears once more before standing up. He peered down at you curiously before speaking again.
âI do recall you also have some duties to attend to?â he said knowingly.
You meowed back at him indignantly, blatantly back talking the fire god.
âA compelling argument, Iâm sure,â Liu teased back at you.
The others were watching the interaction with full amusement. You trudged toward them with all the dramatic flair of a cat wronged by fate, brushing your lithe body against their legs just enough to acknowledge their existence. Then, as if bestowing a great honor, you curled yourself over Kung Laoâs feet and stared up at him expectantly.
He froze for half a second. Then his whole face lit up.
âOhâ oh she picked me,â he whispered triumphantly before scooping you up like you were a divine relic.
He scratched your head eagerly.
You purred in approval, allowing him his victory⌠for now.
You endured a few more over-eager pets from Kung Lao before you started squirming, signaling your royal displeasure. He loosened his arms immediately, and you hopped to the ground with feline grace.
You gave the group a parting meow, flicking your tail in a very âfarewell, peasantsâ kind of way.
Unfortunately, the fire god had been right. You did have duties. Annoying. Tedious. Not nearly as fun as getting worshipped by your friends.
Still, youâd see them all later at Johnnyâs mansion.
He was throwing a âjust becauseâ party for the Earthrealm champions.
Translationâit was Tuesday and he wanted attention.
You went about your day, begrudgingly finishing your tasks and chores. Back in your human form. Tragic. Absolutely tragic. Everything was slower, heavier, and inconvenient. How mortals endured this, youâd never know.
By the time you wandered into the kitchen, you were starving and already scanning the counters like a burglar casing the place. Someoneâs snack was about to become your snack. Finderâs eaters.
Inside, Raiden and Kenshi were seated at the table, mid-conversation, sharing a late lunch. Both men looked up when you entered, each offering their own version of a soft smile.
âEvening, Y/N,â Raiden greeted, voice warm but a little shy, like always.
âHello, Raiden. Kenshi,â you murmured back, your tone naturally melodic even when you werenât trying.
Kenshi gave you a small nod of acknowledgment, calm and unreadable as ever.
You sauntered over with all the grace and entitlement of a housecat who owned the entire temple, leaned in, and pressed a soft peck to each of their cheeks. Before either man could fully process that, you flicked your tongue out just enough to give each a tiny kitten lick.
Both of them froze.
Absolutely malfunctioned.
Raidenâs breath hitched like heâd been struck by lightning, and Kenshiâs ears went pink, jaw tightening as he very deliberately pretended he hadnât reacted at all.
They were used to you doing this in your feline form.
But in your human form?
With your lips?
Yeah, no. Their souls left their bodies for a second.
You breezed right past them like you hadnât just short-circuited two trained warriors and rummaged through the cupboards with the singular focus of a starving predator.
Behind you, Raiden cleared his throat a little too quickly. Kenshi exhaled through his nose, trying to get his heartbeat under control.
And both men triedâvery poorlyâto act like this was normal.
Ironic enough, it was. Theyâll just never get used to it.
Kenshi and Raiden slipped back into their conversationâtournament updates, training progress, who was overworking, who was slackingâstandard champion chatter. You, however, tuned every word out the second your predatory instincts locked onto a sacred prize:
A can of tuna.
You made a delighted little meow under your breath, grabbed it instantly, and utterly ignored the big Sharpie label across the front:
âJOHNNY. DO NOT TOUCH.â
Yeah, right. As if mortal ink could stop you.
You padded right back to Raiden, pressed yourself into his side like he was your designated support human (he is), and held the can up to him with the sweetest, most manipulative eyes on the planet.
âRaiden⌠can you open this please?â
He blinked down at the can, then at you, then back at the canâlike he absolutely understood the consequences of enabling you but was helpless to resist anyway. His expression softened, warm and amused, and he took it.
With one smooth motion, he opened it and handed it back.
You lit up instantly.
A little pleased rumble vibrated in your throat as you dove into your hard-won snack like the shameless little tuna-loving menace you were.
Behind you, Kenshi murmured something like, âYou are encouraging her.â
Raiden only smiled, watching you with that soft, fond glow that gave away way more than he realized.
You licked the last of the tuna from your fingers with the kind of single-minded focus only a feline shapeshifter could achieve⌠until your gaze slid sideways.
Raiden had one last piece of chicken on his plate.
Prime. Juicy. Perfectly seasoned.
Basically calling your name.
You stared at it.
Then back at your own empty can.
Then at the chicken.
Then at Raidenâs hand.
Your brain was doing the worldâs slowest debate, and Kenshi could sense every second of it. His smirk grew with each pass of your eyes.
Before you could even fully decide whether you wanted to be bold, the chicken moved.
Right into your personal space.
You blinked up, startled, only to see Raiden holding it out for you with the brightest, gentlest smile like feeding you scraps was the pinnacle of his day.
Kenshi didnât even bother hiding the smug curve on his lips. He kept eating, head slightly tilted, absolutely savoring this more than the food in front of him.
You, meanwhile, had Raiden offering you chicken like you were his beloved house pet he was desperately trying to woo.
And the tragic part?
You genuinely thought he was just being nice.
Raiden, poor man, was already halfway in love. He was lucky youâd left the room, because the way he looked after you walked out?
Absolutely pathetic in the softest, sweetest way possible.
Youâd flashed him that bright smile, sharp little canines and all, thanked him like heâd offered you a rare treasure, and then head-butted his shoulder in pure instinct before remembering you werenât currently a four-legged creature. The apology only made it worse for himâhe practically melted, cheeks flushing as you padded out of the kitchen with your belly full and your tail-less self somehow still managing to swish.
Kenshi watched the whole thing like a man witnessing a slow-motion car crash.
He stabbed a piece of food, sighed, and said, âWhy donât you just tell her?â
Raiden blinked, eyebrows drawing up. ââŚTell her what?â
Kenshi stared at him. Fully stared.
He even paused mid-chew.
âTell her you like her,â he repeated, voice flat. âItâs not that hard.â
Raidenâs entire soul malfunctioned on the spot. His face went cherry-red, eyes suddenly fascinated by literally anything that wasnât Kenshiâs face.
ââŚIt doesnât matter,â he muttered, palms fiddling with the edge of his plate. âIâm sure she does not feel the same way. Iâm grateful enough to have her friendship.â
Kenshi set his chopsticks down and leaned back like he was aging ten years.
âRaiden,â he said dryly, âshe just nuzzled you like a housecat marking its mate.â
Raiden made a mortified sound and buried his face in his hands.
Kenshi sighed again. A long, suffering sigh.
ââŚShe likes you, you idiot.â
Raiden blinked at him, and you could practically see the gears grinding in his head like a wagon with one busted wheel.
âSheâs just⌠very affectionate, is all,â he tried again, voice smaller this time.
Kenshi gave him the longest, driest stare known to mankind. Arms crossed. Posture screaming are you hearing yourself right now?
âWhen,â Kenshi asked slowly, âhave you ever seen her be that affectionate with any of us, Raiden?â
Raiden opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Shifted in his seat.
Looked like someone had just asked him to explain advanced physics while on fire.
âWell⌠sheâs always cuddling us in her feline formâŚ?â he said weakly.
Kenshi hit him with the look.
That "I cannot believe I am friends with this manâ look.
âSheâs an affectionate cat, not an affectionate human,â Kenshi deadpanned. âAside from how she greets us, sure, but even thenââ
He leaned forward a bit, like he was trying to force Raidenâs last two brain cells to connect.
ââshe always gravitates to you when sheâs human. She sits near you. She talks softer with you. She brings you food when she shifts back because she says she âforgets youâre not a predatorâ.â Kenshi raised a brow. âYouâre telling me you havenât noticed any of that?â
Raidenâs silence said everything.
Kenshi dragged a hand down his face.
ââŚBurning gods give me strength,â he muttered.
Raiden just stared at the doorway youâd disappeared through, expression caught somewhere between stunned and hopeful, like someone had just handed him the ancient riddle key to the universe.
And for the first time, he actually seemed to wonder if maybeâjust maybeâKenshi wasnât exaggerating.
The day drifted by without any further drama, thank the gods. Raiden wandered off after Kenshi basically slapped him across the face with common sense, and Kenshi left looking like he needed a nap or a drink. Maybe both.
Meanwhile, you retreated to your room to start getting ready for Johnnyâs âtotally casual, super low-key, definitely not mandatoryâ party.
Your phone buzzed.
Johnny: dress code is sexy formal.
Johnny: SEXY.
Johnny: if u donât look hot enough I will dress u myself.
You stared at the messages.
Rolled your eyes so hard it couldâve powered a wind turbine.
But fine. Whatever. The man had a pointâhis parties always ended with half the Earthrealm heroes looking like they came off a magazine cover anyway. Might as well join the chaos.
You went straight for a classic: a dangerous black dress. The type that whispered âelegantâ but screamed âtry me.â
You showered quickly, stepping out with steam curling around you as you began your usual ritual. Makeup first: a smoky eye sharp enough to kill a man, a cat-eye wing so crisp it could slice through steel, and a deep red lip that could make even Liu Kang sweat.
Hair nextâyour soft locks fell into loose waves, intentionally messy in that âI woke up flawlessâ kind of way.
Jewelry was minimal but deadly. Silver and cool blues, enough to draw attention to your eyes, which absolutely popped against the dark tones of your look.
When you finally stepped back to look in the mirror, even you had to admitâ
If Johnny didnât scream when he saw you, heâd lost his touch.
Gods, you were a problem.
The dress dipped low enough to make even a monk stumble over his vows, and it clung to every curve like it had been custom-sewn onto your body by a tailor who wanted you arrested for public endangerment. Your silhouette alone couldâve taken out half the Netherrealm.
Your eyes narrowed into those predatory little slits you got whenever you felt yourself. Feline even in human skin. You turned leftâdeadly. Turned rightâlethal. One more slow spin, and yep⌠anyone who saw you tonight was doomed.
You slipped on your heels, each step adding that sinful sway to your hips, grabbed whatever minimal items you needed, and headed out the door like you were walking into battle.
Honestly? You were.
Just not the kind anyone was emotionally prepared for.
The mansion was practically vibrating with bass, neon, and questionable decisions. Classic Johnny Cage ambience. Bodies swayed on the makeshift dance floor, someone was already drunk-crying on the balcony, and the smell of expensive cologne, cheap alcohol, faint weed and tobacco mixed in the air like⌠well, a Johnny party.
Johnny spotted you mid-sentence with his co-star and completely short-circuited. His jaw dropped so hard it shouldâve bounced off the marble. His gaze dragged down your dress like it was doing slow, sensual CPR.
He practically lunged toward you, hands finding your waist immediately like heâd paid rent there.
âHey kitten, glad you could make it,â he purred, giving you that movie-star smirk that ruined half of Hollywood.
You smirked right back up at him, leaning in to greet him the way you always did. Johnny shivered at the tiny kitten lick on his cheek, gripping your waist just a bit tighter.
âHey Johnny,â you purred, voice velvet-smooth. âI see the partyâs going well. Have any of the others arrived yet?â
Johnny hummed, though his eyes were still glued to you like he was trying to memorize the neckline of your dress.
âYeah, Lord Liu Kangâs by the kitchen with Lao and Kenshi. The ninja boys are in the living room, Bi-Han is probably sitting in a corner being⌠Bi-Han. And Raiden is somewhere.â
You hummed in acknowledgment, flashing him a smile that let just a hint of your canines peek through.
âThanks, darling. Iâll make sure to greet them.â
His grin stretched wider. âOf course, kitten.â
Then he did another full scan of your outfit, this time even slower. You raised a brow teasingly.
âSo? Sexy enough? Or will I be forced to change?â
You spun, letting the dress hug and cling exactly the way it was made to. Johnny let out a breath that probably qualified as a sin in ten religions.
âYou look delicious, kitten. Whoever you sink your claws into tonight is lucky.â
You laughed, low and sweet, brushing his arm before slipping away to greet the othersâyour heels clicking softly as you made your way deeper into the party.
The first people you ran into were Kuai and Tomas, both of them doing a very un-Lin-Kuei double takes when they actually registered you.
Tomas blinked once.
Kuai blinked twice.
Both men swallowed like their throats had suddenly tightened.
âKuai! Tomas!â you chirped, already sliding into their space before either could recover. You wrapped your arms around their necks one at a time, pulling them into warm hugs and nuzzling your nose against their cheeks in greeting.
Tomasâ cheeks flushed immediately. âY/N! You look⌠wow. Stunning.â His smile was so bright you almost mistook it for a burst of lightning.
You giggled, giving them a playful spin, your dress hugging every inch with criminal intent. Tomas whistled softly. Kuai just smirked, eyes glinting with amusement.
âSeems the Wu Shi kitten is feeling feral today,â Kuai drawled.
You laughed, bumping your hip into his with a mischievous grin.
âIndeed, this kitty decided to show her claws tonight.â
âAnd who would be the poor fortunate soul trapped in your claws tonight?â Kuai prodded, smirking at your wink while Tomas crossed his arms and grinned like he knew he was in danger.
âWho knows, Kuai?â you purred, letting your voice drip like honey. âMight even be one of you two.â
Both men froze for half a second, biting their lips in unison like youâd sucker-punched them with pure temptation. You laughed, delighted, and they shook their headsâhalf flustered, half amusedâas conversation drifted on.
Eventually, you tilted your head. âAnd whereâs your brother?â
Tomasâ voice rumbled easily, âBalcony. Outside. That way.â He pointed toward the sliding doors.
âThank you, boys,â you sang, already turning, hips swaying with zero remorse for the chaos you left in your wake. âIâll see you two later. Have fun!â
âLater, Whisky!â Tomas called, teasing.
Kuai lifted a hand and flicked it in a lazy goodbye, eyes still tracking your silhouette like he wasnât sure you were real.
The air on the balcony was cool, crisp, quiet. And then there was Bi-Han: standing there like a brick wall of frostbite and bad attitude, scaring off every mortal dumb enough to wander too close. You padded toward him like a lazy panther, all effortless curves and smug confidence.
He heard your footsteps before he saw you, turning just enough to catch your silhouette in his peripheral. You watched his eyes flick down your body, then back upâslow, deliberate, approving. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth like he was trying not to give you the satisfaction.
âBi-HanâŚâ you purred, leaning against the rail beside him, âyou canât just stand here looking so grouchy at a party.â
He exhaled, a little puff of frost curling out with it. âThis environment,â he muttered flatly, âis irritating.â
âMm. Tragic,â you teased lightly, brushing a fingertip over the metal railing near his hand.
That earned you his full attention. He turned, posture shifting just enough to face you completely, eyes dragging over you again like he was committing every inch to memory. The slight tilt of his head, the subtle way he smirked, the soft grunt he made under his breathâall of it said exactly what his mouth didnât:
He liked what he saw.
âWhy bother coming, hmm?â you laughed softly.
He let out the most put-upon sigh known to man andâyesâactually rolled his eyes.
âMy insipid brothers insisted I attend. A âchange of scenery,â as Tomas dumbly put it.â His scowl deepened like the memory physically pained him.
You pouted dramatically and reached out to poke his arm.
âLoosen up a bit, parties can be fun if you let them!â
He side-eyed you so hard you could feel it in your soul. A look full of distaste, as if the mere idea of âfunâ offended him on a spiritual level.
Thenâgrudgingly, stubbornlyâhis shoulders shifted. Not much, barely anything. But enough for you to notice.
You grinned. âCome on, Bi-Han! Live a little!â
Your eyes narrowed playfully, mischief curling in your tone.
âMaybe Iâll help you find someone who can help you destress for the night,â you added, wiggling your brows teasingly.
The glare he shot you couldâve frozen the sun.
âDonât even think about it.â
Bi-Hanâs voice was flat as a blade, absolutely deadpanned. You cackled, delighted, and wiggled your fingers at him in a dramatic little farewell before slipping back inside.
Time to hunt down the rest of your crew.
Funny enough, still no Raiden. Usually youâd spot him the second you walked into a roomâeither because he gravitated toward you or because you could feel those soft, shy eyes on you instantly. Weird. But whatever. Youâd trip over him eventually.
You stepped into the kitchen and immediately lost it.
Kung Lao and Kenshi were locked in what could only be described as the drunkest, dumbest, most emotionally charged beer pong match in the Realm. Lao was swaying like a decorative bamboo fountain. Kenshi, somehow, was managing to play with perfect posture despite being absolutely plastered.
And by the looks of the table?
Lao was getting obliterated.
Lord Liu Kang stood off to the side holding a cup, the picture of serene amusement. There was this faint little smile on his face like he was watching children play a game they invented five minutes ago and were already taking too seriously.
Your laugh cut clean through the room, bright enough to yank every male head toward you like you were the sun itself.
âY/N!!â Lao practically screeched, stumbling toward you with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever on espresso. Before you could dodge, he scooped you up and spun you like you weighed nothing.
âLaoâ! Put me down!â you giggled, clutching his shoulders as he wobbled like a drunk top.
He plopped you back onto your feet⌠then immediately gave you a blatant head-to-toe once-over.
âDamn, youâre hot!â
You snorted so hard you nearly choked. âThank you, idiot.â
Kenshi approached next, moving with that slow, composed confidence of a man two sips away from being a disaster but determined to pretend he wasnât.
âYou truly are,â he said, voice low, dangerously close to shameless.
And then Liu Kangâsmiling like he was absolutely above all this debauchery but secretly living for the chaosâadded with a teasing lift of his brow,
âYou do clean up extremely well, Y/N.â
Three different flavors of flattery, all hitting at once.
Typical.
You gave them a grin sharp enough to cut glass, tossing in a wink that hit all three men like a critical hit. Then you struttedâfull hips, slow steps, deliberate teaseâright into the center of the kitchen. Your heels clicked like punctuation as you did a lazy spin, the dress hugging you like a sin incarnate.
You came to a stop just in front of Liu Kang, close enough for him to catch your perfume, smile wicked and knowing.
âThanks, guys,â you purred, turning toward the counter, âI do try.â
And try you didâjudging by the way all three of them looked like theyâd forgotten how to breathe.
Liu only shook his head, expression maddeningly unreadable except for the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. Kenshi subtly turned his face away, like thatâd hide the fact his ears were pink. Lao? Lao outright drooled before wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve like a caveman.
You grabbed a cup, fighting the urge to laugh your ass off.
Men. Total putty.
You sipped the last of your drink, warmth starting to hum pleasantly beneath your skin. Kenshi and Lao had officially entered the âchaotic clown duoâ phase of drunk competition, tossing ping-pong balls like their vision was on a three-second delay. One ball missed completely and ricocheted off the fridge. Another hit Kenshi in the shin. You and Liu both clamped hands over your mouths to stifle the snickers.
It felt goodâreally goodâseeing them unwind like this. It didnât happen often. You soaked in the moment, even as you mentally lit a candle for Laoâs incoming hangover.
The buzz behind your eyes deepened, your limbs feeling lighter. Liu noticed immediately, the damn observant deity he was. He leaned down, voice brushing against your ear like warm velvet.
âCareful, Y/N,â he murmured, low and gentle. âDonât drink so much you lose awareness of where you are.â
You turned your head slightly toward him, meeting his gaze with a small, warm smile.
âI wonât,â you assured softly. âThank you for worrying. Thisâll be my last one for now. Iâm grabbing water after this.â
Your eyes flicked toward the disaster duo.
âI donât want to end up plastered like⌠that.â
Kenshi missed the cup again. Lao laughed so hard he almost fell backwards.
You and Liu shared a perfectly synchronized deadpan stare before dissolving into quiet laughter all over again.
You pushed off the counter with a little wobble in your heels, grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, and twisted the cap open. Kenshi and Lao were too deep into their chaos to notice you leavingâuntil Lao whipped around to wave goodbye and immediately got domed in the forehead by Kenshiâs rogue ping-pong ball.
The thwack echoed like a gunshot.
Laoâs soul momentarily left his body.
You slapped your hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking as you tried so hard not to burst into full-body laughter. Kenshi muttered a slurred, horrified âbroââ while Lao swayed in place like he was buffering.
You escaped the crime scene before either man regained dignity.
Back in the heart of Johnnyâs ridiculous mansion-party, you drifted through bodies, bass vibrations, and neon lights. You greeted a few Earthrealmers, dodged a very drunk actor who thought you were âthat one hot chick from his dream,â and snagged another water bottle just in case.
But the longer you wandered, the more something felt⌠off.
You hadnât seen Raiden.
Not once.
Not in the kitchen.
Not near the balcony.
Not being dragged into a conversation by Johnny.
Not sipping tea in a corner like the polite little thunder gentleman he was.
A tiny pout tugged at your lips.
You missed him. You always did when he wasnât hovering somewhere in your peripheral like your favorite quiet storm cloud.
So you set your drink aside, straightened your dress, flicked your hair back like the dangerous little feline goddess you wereâŚ
And set off on a mission.
Find Raiden.
Claim Raiden.
Preferably curl up on Raiden.
The hunt began.
Youâd searched every corner of Johnnyâs chaos-fest of a mansion, weaving through bodies, smoke machines, and whatever questionable music he had blasting, but Raidenâs scent was nowhere. Not even a trace. Your tail wouldâve been lashing if it had been out.
Annoyed, you slipped down the quieter hall and pushed open the library door. The instant it shut behind you, the noise outside dropped to a blessed, muffled hum. You exhaled in relief.
A soft flip of a turning page made your ears perk.
You looked up.
And there he was â the man youâd been hunting down for the last half hour, tucked away in an armchair, completely absorbed in a book. Your face lit up like someone had shoved a sun inside your chest.
âRaidenâŚ!â you whined, half complaint, half delighted squeal.
He startled slightly, head snapping up. He mustâve been so into his reading that he didnât even notice you enter until you said his name.
Raiden hadnât even finished inhaling before you launched yourself onto his lap, knocking his book clean out of his hands. He froze like someone had hit him with a stun spell. You immediately burrowed into his neck, purring against his skin, snuggling into him like you owned the spot.
His mouth opened. Nothing came out. Just a slow blink and a very overwhelmed inhale.
When he finally managed to look down at you, you were already curled into his lap like a smug little heater, your tail-wag energy radiating even in human form. His lips twitched â barely, but enough to give him away.
âI was looking for you,â you complained, voice muffled against his collarbone. âYou disappeared. I said hi to everyone but you!â
A soft chuckle escaped him, warm and shy. âSorry⌠Iâm not really a big fan of parties.â
You pulled back just enough to pout up at him, eyes big and dramatic. âCouldâve at least made it easier to find you.â
He laughed softly, the sound all warm honey and nerves. âIâm sorry,â he murmured again.
But then his handsâthose big, gentle, perpetually careful handsâsettled on your thigh.
Your bare thigh.
Everything in him short-circuited at once.
His gaze dropped before he could stop himself, and the moment he realized what you were wearing, his soul visibly left his body. His eyes went comically wide as he took in the low cut of your dress, the sinful curve of your cleavage, the way the fabric hugged every inch of you, and how the hem had ridden so far up it was practically whispering threats at his self-control.
His breath caught. Then he snapped his head up so fast you heard the air shift, inhaling sharply like heâd been caught doing something illegal.
You glanced down at yourself, realized exactly what heâd just seen, and a tiny âohhhâ clicked into place in your brain.
Yeah. Okay. That explained the way he was sitting there like heâd just been hit by lightning.
A slow, wicked little smirk curled onto your lips.
If the universe was going to hand you a flustered Raiden wrapped in a pretty bow, who were you to refuse?
You melted further into him, body sliding flush against his like you had every intention of climbing inside his skin. Your thigh brushed his hip. Your chest pressed sweetly against his chest. You purred like the most innocent little troublemaker alive, eyes drifting up to him through your lashes.
âSo youâve just been reading this whole time?â you asked, voice all soft sweetness, pretending you werenât actively destroying every remaining brain cell in his head.
Poor man didnât stand a chance.
Raiden actually trembled when you pressed closer, poor man going stiff as a board under you. His face was bright red, his hands frozen exactly where they rested on your thigh like he was terrified to move them an inch.
ââŚyesâŚâ he mumbled shyly, eyes glued to literally anywhere but you. The ceiling was suddenly fascinating. The floor? Incredible. Your face? Absolutely forbidden.
Yeah, no. This would not do.
You gave a soft little hum and tugged at the hem of his shirt, just enough to coax his attention downward. He finally looked at you, tentative, like one wrong move would cause him to combust on the spot.
You hit him with the sweetest, most dangerous smile in your arsenal.
âLetâs dance!â you chirped, hopeful and bright, like you werenât single-handedly frying every neuron in his head.
If his blush got any deeper, the man was going to self-ignite.
Raiden looked at your offered hand like it was a live grenade.
ââŚdance?â he echoed, voice cracking just a little.
âMhm,â you hummed, nodding, already rising to your feet. You smoothed your dress with a quick practiced sweep, then held your hand out to him again, expectant, unbothered, glowing.
His eyes bounced from your hand⌠to the door⌠to your face⌠back to your handâas if weighing the pros and cons of dying here or dying out there. But in the end? He took your hand. Because honestly, who in their right mind could say no to you?
Your smile was instant and radiant, and Raiden looked like the warmth alone nearly melted him.
You tugged him out of the library, dragging him back into the noise and lights. The music had shifted; no more upbeat chaos. Now the air practically thrummed with sensual bass and low vocals, the kind of song that made bodies naturally move slower and closer.
You didnât even think about itâyou just started swaying your hips in time with the beat, pulling Raiden along with every roll and dip. He followed like he was tethered to you by instinct alone.
When you reached the center of the room, you caught his wrist and guided him behind you, sliding his hands onto your waist. His breath hitched audibly. You leaned back against his chest, fitting against him perfectly as the rhythm settled into your bones.
Slow. Warm. Teasing.
You swayed, and Raiden swayed with you, hands trembling slightly but holding you all the same.
Your hand slid up behind you, fingers curling at the nape of his neck. The moment you tugged, Raiden folded like wet paper, bending down to your height without a shred of resistance. Poor man didnât stand a chance.
You turned your head just enough for your lips to brush the shell of his ear, your voice low and sweet.
âRelaxâŚâ you murmured, purring the word. âI wonât bite⌠not unless you ask nicely.â
Raiden shudderedâfull-body, visibleâhis hands tightening on your waist before he caught himself. You pressed back into him, slow and sensual, guiding him into the rhythm until he couldnât help but follow.
And step by step, sway by sway, he loosened.
His grip became surer. His breath steadied against your neck. His hips finally started matching yours, rolling with you, not behind you. His chest pressed flush to your back, warm and steady. The tension melted out of him like warm honey.
Soon enough, Raiden wasnât just following your movements.
He was dancing with you.
Your smile softened, satisfaction warming your chest as Raiden finally let go enough to enjoy the moment with you. Gods, it only took you dragging him out here like a kidnapped Victorian maiden, but hey⌠results.
Your gaze drifted lazily across the dance floor. Kuai was absolutely embarrassing some poor soul with his smooth footwork, Liu Kang was sipping a drink like a serene deity judging everyoneâs choices, andâ
Oh.
Tomas was grinding on some girl like heâd been possessed by the spirit of a nightclub demon. You watched him dip his head, whisper something that made her clutch his shoulders, and your brows shot up in delight. You smirked to yourself, silently cheering him on. Good for him. About damn time.
You closed your eyes again, letting the bass pulse through your bones, your hips rolling into Raidenâs as naturally as breathing. You tilted your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck without even thinking.
And Raidenâsweet, shy, hopelessly smitten Raidenâreacted on instinct.
He dipped his head, lips brushing the curve of your neck in the softest, most reverent touch. Barely there. Like he wasnât sure he was allowed, but couldnât stop himself either.
Your pulse fluttered.
His breath hitched against your skin.
And gods⌠the way he held your waist tightened, subtle but hungry.
Raiden felt you shiver, your whole body reacting to him like you were wired straight into his nerves.
ââŚIs this⌠ok?â he breathed, barely audible, terrified heâd overstepped.
You slid your hand up the back of his neck and held him thereâgentle, but firm. A claim.
âThis is more than ok,â you whispered, lips curled into a sultry little smile that absolutely wrecked him.
Raiden inhaled sharply, fingers spasming at your waist before finally settling in a tight, desperate grip.
And then you rolled your hips back into him.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Sinful.
The poor man almost folded in half.
He wasnât built for this kind of stimulation. Not yet. Not when he was still half farm boy, half thunder god, all flustered mess. He could feel something coil inside himâdark, warm, possessiveârising with every drag of your body against his.
He didnât know what to do with it.
Didnât know if he should do anything at all.
But then Kenshiâs words hit him like a lightning strike.
âWhen have you ever seen her be that affectionate with any of us?â
âShe prefers to be near you.â
âShe likes you, idiot.â
And suddenly, something clicked in his chest. Something bold. Something reckless. Something that told him that maybe you wanted him just as intensely as he wanted you.
His hands slid down your hips, gripping tighter⌠and he leaned in.
He dipped his head lower, breath warm against your skin he nipped right at the base of your neck. Gentle, but claiming. The tiny, startled gasp that left you went straight to his spine. He groanedâquiet, needyâand his hands clamped firmer on your hips.
The shift was subtle at first.
Then not subtle at all.
Your slow sway turned into a deep, heady grind as he pulled you flush against him, moving with you like the two of you were meant to fit exactly like this. Your breath hitched, your knees wobbled, and thenâ
You mewled.
You didnât even try to hide it.
And he definitely didnât try to hide how it affected him.
You tilted your head further, exposing your neck like an offering and Raiden took it, lips brushing reverently along your pulse, then down, then back up again.
His voice was a low rumble behind your ear, barely holding it together.
ââŚI canât stop touching you.â
âThen donât,â you breathed, voice melting into a moan that almost short-circuited the man behind you.
His hands slid lower, fingertips brushing the hem of your dress. Testing. Asking. Begging without a single word. You parted your legs just a little, barelyâbut to him it was as obvious as a neon sign.
He swallowed hard.
Then one of his hands moved.
A warm, calloused palm spread over your thigh, dwarfing it entirely, fingers wrapping almost around the whole thing. He exhaled shakily against your neck, clearly trying not to combust on the spot as his thumb traced slow, careful circles over your skin.
He was trembling.
You were purring.
And the DJ couldâve changed the track to a fire alarm and neither of you wouldâve noticed.
Raiden slid his hand just a bit higherâbarely an inchâand you felt the air leave your lungs.
His breath ghosted your ear.
âTell me,â he whispered, voice dark and reverent, âif you want⌠more.â
You whined at Raiden softly, still grinding back against him in that slow, sensual rhythm the music pulled from your body. The fog machine hissed again, smoke curling low, lights dimmed to a hazy red and purple. It was the perfect kind of coverânot quite dark, not quite visibleâjust enough for sin to slip by unnoticed.
No one around you seemed to be paying attention.
Everyone was too busy dancing, grinding, flirting, losing themselves in Johnnyâs chaotic neon nightclub of a mansion.
You werenât even thinking about the others⌠until your eyes flicked across the dance floor.
And locked right onto Kenshi.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, half lit, half shadow, a drink in hand. His expression was impossible to miss. Lips curved into a slow, dark smirk. Head angled just enough to show interest, just enough to show understanding. His eyes lowered brieflyâright where Raidenâs hand was slowly sliding between your legsâthen lifted back to your face.
He bit his lower lip.
Raised his drink slightly.
And nodded his head once, slowly.
Like he was telling you,
Go on. Iâm watching.
Heat flared through you. A tiny, wicked smile ghosted your lips before you turned your head a fraction, pressing your cheek against Raidenâs jaw. You could feel him trembling behind you, hands so large they practically swallowed your thighs as his fingers crept higher.
âPlease touch meâŚâ you whispered, voice trembling with real needâ
But your eyes never left Kenshiâs.
Raiden groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating right against your back.
âAs you wish⌠kitten,â he breathed, voice rough in a way youâd never heard from him before.
His hand finally movedâslow, hesitant at firstâtrailing up your thigh like he was afraid youâd vanish if he touched you wrong. You felt every inch of that trembling climb, your breath hitching the closer he got.
Then his fingers brushed your inner thigh, sliding higher, until finallyâ
He froze.
Because heâd reached your soaked, bare core.
No panties. No barrier. Just you.
Raiden sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, whole body jolting behind you.
âYouâreâŚâ
His voice cracked.
ââŚyouâre not wearing anything under this.â
You turned your head slightly, lips brushing his cheek, letting your body press closer to his.
âSurprise?â you whispered breathlessly, teasing, a purr curling under your words.
Raiden shudderedâactually shudderedâhis hand flexing against your dripping heat. His fingers moved without him even realizing it, instinct overriding all that sweet-boy hesitation he usually lived in. He slid through your slick folds, and the moment he felt just how wet you were?
Raiden huffedâquiet, stunned.
He definitely hadnât expected you to be dripping for him like this.
Not so soon.
Not so shamelessly.
Not for him.
His fingertips dragged slowly over your clit, barely-there pressure that had your whole body jolting. Then he slipped lower, tracing the soaked mess between your thighs, teasing your entrance with light dips that had you clenching around nothing.
You kept your moans lowâbarely audible over the music. Your dress had ridden up scandalously, exposing the soft curve of your thigh and a tempting glimpse of your bare heat every time the colored lights flashed. You could feel it. You knew exactly how exposed you were.
And Raiden?
He knew too.
You felt him swallow behind you, chest pressed tightly to your back, breath trembling as his hand moved againâslow, cautious, worshipfulâgathering more of the wetness dripping down your thighs.
ââŚyouâre soaked,â he whispered, voice breaking with disbelief and need as his fingers circled your clit again.
Every word, every breath from him hit like sparks along your spine, dragging another helpless shiver right out of you.
He continued to toy with you, dragging you right to the edge of sanity with every slow, deliberate stroke. His touch sparked along every nerve, warm and electric and maddening, but it still wasnât enough. Not even close.
You moaned softly, parting your legs wider, giving his hand more spaceâan invitation he took without thinking. Raidenâs fingers dipped back inside you, teasing your clit in small, sensual circles that made your knees weaken.
You shut your eyes for a moment only to crack them open again.
Kenshi was still there.
Still leaning against the wall.
Still watching.
Eyes low-lidded, dark, and trained on where Raidenâs hand disappeared beneath your dress.
Your gaze swept down his formâand you caught the faint bulge straining against his pants. Your breath hitched. Your eyes snapped back up to his. Kenshiâs lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.
He mouthed it deliberately.
âGood girl.â
You whimpered, your hips jerking helplessly against Raidenâs hand at the praise.
ââŚRaidenâŚâ you moaned, voice thin.
He hummed in acknowledgment, thumb brushing your clit again.
ââŚK-Kenshiâs⌠watching usâŚâ
Raiden paused just a heartbeat, looking up. His gaze locked with Kenshiâs across the dance floor. Kenshiâs brows liftedâsilently asking permission, silently asking if he could keep watching.
Raiden swallowed hard, then leaned closer to your ear, voice barely audible over the bass.
ââŚdo you want him to keep watching you?â
His fingers pinched your clit againâlight, precise, devastating. Your whole body jolted, breath catching in your throat as the music throbbed around you.
You shivered.
âAre you⌠ok with that?â you breathed, voice trembling with want.
Raiden didnât answer right away. He just felt youâhow wet you were, how your thighs trembled around his hand, how your back pressed tighter against him like you were begging him to swallow you whole. His silence made your stomach drop⌠until he spoke, voice low and dark against your ear.
âI donât mind,â he murmured. âIf you want, we could leave.â
His fingers stroked you slowly, deliberately.
âOr⌠we could give him a show.â
You bit your lip hard, heat blooming up your neck.
Your eyes flicked back to Kenshi.
Still watching.
Still smirking.
His bulge even more obvious now, his chest rising just a little faster.
Your gaze dragged down deliberately, taking in every inch of the strain under his belt. Kenshiâs jaw flexedâjust the smallest twitchâbut you saw it. Felt the effect you had on him.
Your thighs pressed together helplessly, trapping Raidenâs hand between them as you inhaled sharply.
ââŚplease continueâŚâ you whispered, barely audible.
Raiden groaned behind you, the sound vibrating into your spine as his fingers plunged back between your legsâslow, deep, and sinfulâwith Kenshi watching every second.
Raiden slid his hands down your thighs and eased them apart, slow and deliberate, like he wanted Kenshi to see exactly how boldly you were letting him touch you. His fingers dipped between your legs again, working you open with an obscene confidence that made your breath leave your body in one shaking exhale.
Your head fell back onto his shoulder, mouth parting on a silent cry you couldnât hold in.
Gods, he had you melting.
His other hand dragged up your torso, stopping at the plunge of your dress. He curled his fingers into the neckline and tuggedâjust enough for the fabric to slip, revealing the soft swell of your chest and the faintest hint of your pretty nipples. The cool air hit your skin, mixing with the heat of his touch, and your breathing stuttered into something downright sinful.
Raidenâs mouth pressed to your neck⌠then lower⌠then higher again. Soft kisses, slow drags of his lips, like he was memorizing the shape of you. Your whole body trembled, every nerve tightening toward him.
Your hips twitched helplessly, pressing into his hand.
A quiet, needy gasp slipped out of you.
Across the room, Kenshiâs stance shiftedâsubtle but unmistakable. His eyes were locked on where Raiden held you, darkened, hungry, absolutely devouring the sight.
Raidenâs teeth grazed your neck again, just enough to make your breath hitch. The sound you let slipâquiet, needyâwent straight to his head. His lips curved against your skin.
âDoing so well for us, kitten,â he murmured, voice roughened with something dark and reverent. âPutting on such a good show for Kenshi⌠arenât you?â
Your whole body reacted before your mind could catch upâyour core tightened around his fingers so sharply that Raiden groaned in approval, the vibration sinking deliciously into your skin.
He picked up the pace.
Slow, teasing strokes turned into firm, deliberate ones, the kind that made your knees threaten to give out if his arm at your waist wasnât holding you upright. The beat of the party throbbed around you, but all you could hear was the slick sound of his fingers working you open and the deep, steady breath he took against your throat.
His other hand slipped beneath your dress, palm warm against your bare skin before he cupped your breast. His thumb brushed over the hardened peak, slow circle, then a soft squeeze that pulled a louder sound out of you than you meant to let happen.
âRâRaiden⌠ahhââ
Your voice cracked in your throat.
He shushed you gently, voice low and soothing even as his fingers kept pushing you closer to the edge.
âEasy⌠easy, kitten,â he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. âYou donât want everyone hearing how sweet you sound for us⌠do you?â
Across the room, Kenshi swore under his breathâlow, sharp, like the sight of you physically hurt him.
Gods, you were a vision.
Even in the dim light he could see everything: the thin sheen of sweat gathering at your collarbone, the swell of your chest barely contained by the dress, your nipples peeking through the fabric like they were begging for attention. Raidenâs hand moved beneath your hem and Kenshi could see the wet shine spreading down your thighs, every curl of Raidenâs fingers leaving you dripping onto his knuckles.
He could practically feel how tightly you mustâve been clenchingâyour body trembling, breath broken, Raiden whispering into your throat while you came apart inch by inch.
Kenshi bit his lip hard.
One hand stayed wrapped around his drink. The other slid down, slow and helpless, pressing the heel of his palm against the throbbing bulge straining in his pants.
He cursed againâquiet but filthyâbecause you looked like temptation incarnate⌠and Raiden was already sinking into every part of you.
A darker part of him wanted to cross the room right then. To kneel between your legs while Raiden held you open. To hear you fall apartâbut for both of them this time.
For now, he stayed where he was, jaw tight, breath uneven, eyes devouring every second of the scene you two were giving him.
And god help him⌠he hoped you kept going.
Raidenâs gaze drifted across the dance floorâcutting through the fog and lightsâuntil it landed squarely on Kenshi.
Kenshi felt it immediately.
A pull.
A warning.
An invitation.
He lifted an eyebrow, silently asking what Raiden wanted.
Raidenâs only answer was a slow, dark smirk, the kind Kenshi had never seen on his usually gentle friend.
Then Raiden withdrew his fingers from between your legs. Kenshi couldnât hear anythingâthere was too much noise, too much bass, too much chaos for his senses to pick out the small detailsâbut he saw the way your body twitched. He saw your hand clutch at Raidenâs arm. He saw your lips part in a breathless shape he recognized all too well.
Raiden murmured something against your ear and the way you softened under him told enough.
Then, with deliberate slowness, Raiden slid his hand back between your thighs.
He didnât look at you.
He didnât look at the dance floor.
He kept his eyes locked on Kenshi.
And then he tipped your hips forward just enough, using his fingers to spread you open, your slick glistening in the colored lights. Kenshi bit back a groanâevery muscle in his body going tight. You were clenching visibly, fluttering, wet to the point of dripping.
Kenshi felt his jaw go slack. His breath caught in his throat. Heat punched low in his stomach, sharp and electric.
He wasnât hearing a damn thingâjust watching.
Watching you.
Watching Raidenâs hand.
Watching a scene heâd only allowed himself to imagine in the darkest corners of his mind.
Raiden cocked his head at him.
A small movement.
A simple gesture.
But the meaning slammed into Kenshi like a physical hit.
Come here.
Kenshi grunted low in his throat at the silent offer, the sound barely audible under the music but heavy with meaning.
He didnât move at first. Just stood there, shoulders tense, leaning against the wall as his eyes dragged back down to your soaked, visibly clenching cunt⌠then up to Raiden again.
A beat.
A breath.
A decision.
He pushed off the wall slowly, rolling his shoulders back. He lifted his drink, downed the rest in one smooth swallow, and set the empty cup onto a nearby table without breaking eye contact.
Each step he took toward you two was deliberate, unhurried, like he was savoring the moment.
Just as he neared, Raiden slid his fingers back inside you with purpose. Two fingers, deep, firm, curling just the way he knew made your knees weaken.
You gasped sharply, your body jolting.
And this time Kenshi heard it.
A small, broken mewl.
Barely a sound in all the noise, but he caught it.
He felt it.
And his pupils blew wide in response.
The corner of his mouth twitched upward.
Your eyes had stayed shut, lost in the shiver of Raidenâs fingers working you open again. You were clinging to his wrist, silently begging for more, hips rolling helplessly. You were so close you could barely think, every nerve tightening like a drawn bowstring.
He pushed his fingers back into you, slow but deep, and your entire body lit up.
Everything buzzed. Your breath stuttered.
You were right there. Right on the ledge.
And thenâ
A presence.
Warm. Solid. Right in front of you.
Before you could even register who it was, before your lashes even partedâ
A voice dipped low into your ear, velvety and sinful:
âThatâs my good girl⌠go on. Cum all over his fingers.â
You gasped so hard your whole body jerked.
Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Kenshiâs voiceâthat deep, restrained rumble knocking the last thread of control clean out of you.
Your spine arched.
Your knees shook.
And you snappedâclenching down violently around Raidenâs fingers as your orgasm tore through you, hot and overwhelming and entirely out of your control.
Kenshiâs breath ghosted your cheek.
Raiden groaned quietly behind you, feeling you squeeze around him like you were trying to pull him in. You were still fluttering around his fingers, overstimulated and trembling, and it was taking everything in him not to lose whatever was left of his composure.
Kenshi dipped his head and pressed a slow, heated kiss to the swell of your breast, lips dragging upward just enough to make your back arch again. His hand steadied your hip as Raidenâs fingers kept working youâslow, deliberate pumps that made your legs threaten to give out. The two of them were practically holding you upright.
âKenshiâŚ! Nghh⌠RaidenâŚâ
Your voice was ruined, soft and pleading and wrecked.
Both men groaned at the sound, the kind of raw sound that came from the chest, from instinct, from want.
Kenshi tore his mouth from your skin just long enough to speak, his breath brushing your exposed chest.
âWe should move this somewhere else,â he muttered, voice rough and vibrating against you. His eyes lifted, meeting Raidenâs over your shoulder. âItâs a miracle you two havenât been caught already.â
Raiden hummed his agreement, low and strained, still buried in your neck.
His fingers slid out of you slowlyâtoo slowlyâmaking you whine and clutch at his arm.
âWeâre not stopping,â Raiden murmured, his voice dangerously gentle. âJust changing rooms.â
Kenshi smirked, thumb brushing your lower lip as if wiping a droplet of honey.
âCome on, kitten,â he breathed. âLetâs go before we give the whole party a show.â
Raidenâs tongue dragged slowly along his fingers, savoring you like he was tasting something forbidden and finally letting himself indulge. His eyes fluttered half-lidded, a deep groan rumbling up from his chest at the taste.
You shivered hard.
Kenshiâs nostrils flared, jaw tightening as he watched Raiden lick his fingers clean without an ounce of shame.
Both men took their time fixing you upâalmost tenderly. Kenshi smoothed your dress down over your hips, making sure the fabric wasnât bunched. Raiden tugged the neckline back into place, thumbs brushing the edge of the dress where your breasts had nearly spilled out moments ago.
You felt their hands linger.
Dark eyes on you.
Hunger simmering beneath the surface.
Kenshi leaned in first, voice low enough that only you and Raiden could hear it.
âLetâs go,â he murmured, fingers grazing your waist. âBefore I end up pinning you right here.â
Raidenâs eyes flicked to yours, slow and warm and heated.
âWe wonât make it far if you keep looking at us like that,â he added, voice velvet-soft with warning and promise all at once.
And the three of you started to moveâtogether.
Kuai practically materialized out of nowhere, blocking the hallway like a worried older brother. His eyes flicked over youâflushed cheeks, swollen lips, dress slightly rumpledâand his brows shot up in immediate concern.
âY/N⌠are you alright?â he asked, voice dipping low.
You nodded a little too quickly, still breathless, still dazed.
Kenshi stepped forward before you could get another word outâcalm, collected, lying through his teeth with zero hesitation.
âSheâs drunk,â he said smoothly. âWeâre taking her to rest in one of the rooms before she does something reckless.â
Given your current state, the story was⌠painfully believable.
Kuai blinked, then exhaled in relief. âGood. Iâll let the others know. Make sure she gets water.â
âOf course,â Raiden replied politely, even though his hand was already cupped around your waist, guiding you away.
Kuai stepped aside.
And just like that, the three of you slipped down the hallâswift, silent, determined.
Before the door even clicked shut, Kenshi had already swept you into his armsâyour legs instinctively locking around his waist as if your body remembered him better than your mind. His grip tightened under your thighs, pulling you flush against him.
And gods⌠you felt everything.
His bulge pressed right against your bare core, grinding against your clit with every breath either of you took. The friction ripped a soft gasp from your throat, and Kenshi choked out a groan that sounded like heâd been holding it in all night.
Your slick smeared hot and shameless across the front of his pants, darkening the fabric. He hissed at the sensation, muscles flexing beneath your hands.
You clung to him, panting, thighs tightening around him as if trying to pull him even closer.
Raiden stood a few feet away at first⌠just watching.
The calm, gentle farm boy goneâreplaced by something darker, something hungry. His chest rose and fell a little too fast, eyes fixed on where Kenshi held you pinned against him.
Slowly, deliberately, Raiden stepped behind you. You felt the warmth of him firstâsomething electric in the air, like the quiet before a storm breaks.
He didnât touch you.
Not yet.
He just stood behind you, close enough that your back brushed his chest when you breathed.
His presence alone made your spine straighten, made goosebumps erupt across your skin. His breath ghosted the back of your neck, and you swore your knees wouldâve buckled if Kenshi wasnât holding you up.
Kenshiâs laugh wasnât really a laughâmore like a low, dark ripple of approvalâright before he pressed you against Raiden, forcing him back against the wall. The movement sent a jolt through you, your body caught between them, Raidenâs quiet groan vibrating against your spine as your backside brushed him in a way that made all three of you tense.
You let out a helpless little sound, high in your throat. Being pressed between them like that, surrounded by their heat and strength, made your pulse stutter.
Strong hands slid under you, loosening your legs from around Kenshiâs waist only to catch you. Raiden's grip was firmerâpossessive evenâas he lifted you effortlessly. Your thighs were spread in his hold, your back pressed to his chest, your breath catching at the sudden shift in power.
Kenshi stepped away just enough to look⌠and gods, did he look.
His gaze dragged over you slowly, his chest rising with a hungry breath he didnât bother hiding. In the low light he looked carved from shadow, all sharp jaw and dark eyes, the kind of man who could devour something with a glance alone.
âLook at youâŚâ he murmured, voice gravel-soft, reverent and sinful at the same time.
Raiden shifted behind you, his breath brushing your ear as he held you wide and open for Kenshiâs inspection, his own heartbeat thudding hard against your back.
You were trembling, caught between them, caught by them.
Kenshi reached up, sliding his thumb along your thighâslow, deliberateâtesting how much you could take.
âPerfect like this,â he said softly. âHeld by him⌠and looked at by me.â
Raiden let out this shaky little laugh behind you, the sound puffing warm against your neck as his hands urged your thighs open just a little more.
âYou should⌠try her,â he breathed, voice low and ragged. âSheâs unbelievable.â
The words alone made your pulse skip.
Kenshiâs expression shifted instantlyâlike someone had just handed him permission for something heâd been hungry for all night. That wicked curve pulled at his mouth as he dropped smoothly to his knees in front of you.
You whimperedâsoft, instinctiveâbecause the sight of him looking up at you from that angle did something devastating to your nerves.
âDonât worry,â he murmured, smirking up at you, âIâll be gentle⌠until you ask otherwise.â
Then he leaned in.
His mouth met you with one slow, deliberate dragâwarm, firm, savoring you like heâd wanted this for far too long. Your whole body jerked in Raidenâs hold, a strangled sound tearing from your throat before you could stop it.
Raiden tightened his arms around you, breathing your name like a prayer as heat washed through you in a dizzying wave.
Kenshi groanedâdeep, appreciativeâhis hands sliding along your waist as he tasted you again, slower this time, purposeful in a way that made your knees shake even though you werenât standing.
His voice dropped into something torn and hungry, practically vibrating against you.
ââŚfuck⌠you taste unreal, kitten.â
Your breath stuttered, head tipping back against Raidenâs shoulder as his arms caged you in place. You couldnât moveâcouldnât even tryânot when Kenshi was working into you with that kind of focus, that kind of devotion, like he was trying to memorize every one of your reactions from the inside out.
âK-Kenshiââ your voice cracked, hips twitching helplessly in Raidenâs grip.
Raiden groaned behind you, because he could feel everythingâevery shiver, every stutter, every sharp little jolt that went through you the second Kenshi pressed in deeper, exploring you with a slow, deliberate insistence that bordered on obscene.
Your legs spasmed, thighs shaking, and Raiden tightened his hold.
âSheâs losing it,â he murmured against your ear, voice thick. âLook at herâŚâ
Kenshi did.
He looked up at you while he kept moving exactly how you neededâeyes dark, mouth wet, expression already wrecked like the taste of you had pushed him halfway over the edge.
âGood,â he murmured, dragging his lips against you in a way that made your whole body jolt. âI want you to come apart for us.â
Raidenâs grip flexed.
You whimpered.
And Kenshi dove back in with intent.
And thatâs exactly how you came apart for the second time. Kenshiâs tongue pushed into you with that sharp, hungry determination, dragging slow circles around your clit before flicking it with just enough pressure to make your whole body tighten. He alternated between dipping inside you and teasing the bundle of nerves until you were trembling uncontrollably in Raidenâs arms.
Your thighs kept twitching against Raidenâs grip, the tension coiling so tight you could barely breathe. The moment your back arched, Raiden laughed breathlessly against your shoulder.
âSheâs gonna cumâŚâ he chuckled, low and ruined.
And Kenshi didnât stop. He held your hips steady, eyes locked on your face as you finally brokeâcoming apart on his tongue, shaking, clenching, helpless. He watched every second, licking up your release slowly, deliberately, like he planned to memorize the taste.
Kenshi rose slowly, face slick with your release, breathing heavier than before. He slid his hands under your hips to take you back from Raidenâs hold, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. You whimpered softly as he set you down on the bed, your body still twitching in little aftershocks, a weak mewl escaping you every time your thighs brushed together.
Behind him, Raiden had already shed his top and pants, left only in his underwearâthe outline of him straining sharp and obvious against the fabric. His chest rose and fell in a shaky rhythm, eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you on the sheets.
Kenshi stepped back to undress as well, fingers moving with a practiced slowness, watching Raiden with undisguised interest.
Before he could finish, Raiden crawled up the bed and settled between your legs. His arms hooked under your thighs, pulling you forward until your heat met his mouth, and he started gently cleaning you with slow, reverent strokes. The unexpected sensation jolted through you like lightning, your whole body jerking in his hold, a broken sound leaving your throat.
Kenshi paused mid-undress, watching the way Raidenâs shoulders flexed, watching the way you writhed.
When Raiden finally pulled back from between your legs, he didnât leave you cold for a second. He trailed slow, lingering kisses up the inside of your thigh⌠your hip⌠your stomach⌠each one sending another shiver crawling up your spine.
He paused right beneath your breast, breath warm against your skin. Then he closed his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking gently before letting his tongue flick against the stiff peak. His hand came up to cup the other breast, thumb circling lazily, teasingly, as if he wanted to savor the way you trembled beneath him.
You gasped sharply when he bit downâgentle, controlled, but enough to send your back arching off the mattress, chest pressing eagerly into his face. Raiden groaned against your skin, the sound low and barely restrained, like your reaction alone was unraveling him.
You whined into Raidenâs mouth, fingers twisting into his soft hair, trying to pull him closer even though he already felt fused to your skin. His mouth tightened around you, hungry, and the way his hand rolled and tugged at your other peak made your back arch helplessly. Every pull of his fingers sent sparks racing along your nerves, your hips reacting before you could thinkâand the second your body dragged against the strain in his underwear, Raiden let out a sound that was nothing short of desperate.
That was all the warning you got before he pulled back just long enough to rip your dress clean off your body, the fabric hitting the floor in a careless heap.
Behind you, Kenshi had finished undressing down to a single thin layer, his breath already uneven. His stance was rigid discipline wrapped around pure hunger, one hand braced on the dresser beside him while the other slid beneath the waistband of his boxersâjust enough to ease the pressure, not enough to break his last bit of control.
His eyes never left you.
Raiden didnât even look back; he could feel Kenshi watching, could feel the heat in the room spike. His hands came back to youâfirm on your waist, guiding, possessive, like he needed you right where you were and wasnât planning on letting you move an inch.
You felt both of their attention like heat against your skin, two different kinds of hunger wrapping around you, drawing you in tighter and tighter until the air itself felt too thick to breathe.
Kenshi moved onto the bed beside you, the weight shift pulling you slightly toward him. His hand slid up your arm first, slow and warm, before he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. He tasted your skin there, lips brushing once⌠then again⌠trailing upward until he reached the swell of your chest.
His breath fanned over the peak Raiden had been teasing moments before. Kenshi paused there, lips hoveringâalmost like he was asking. Then he closed his mouth around you, soft at first, catching the sensitive skin between his lips before drawing a deeper pull that made your hips jerk.
Your hand flew to his hair, threading into the dark strands and tugging. Kenshi groaned at the pullâlow and roughâand the vibration against your chest sent a shiver clean through you. He suckled again, slower this time, tongue sweeping over you with deliberate intent while his other hand braced against your ribs to steady you.
Raiden knelt between your open legs, watching every breathless twitch with dark, reverent eyes. Heâd stripped down to nothing but sheer restraint, his body flushed as he slid his hands up your thighs, spreading them wider for him. His thumbs stroked along your inner thighs before he positioned himself at your entrance, the heat of him brushing where you were already soaked and throbbing.
He pressed in slowâagonizingly slow.
Your breath hitched, your chest arching into Kenshiâs mouth. Kenshi groaned around you, tightening his lips, drawing your nipple deeper into his mouth while Raiden eased forward another inch, his breath catching hard as your body clenched around him.
âEasy,â Kenshi murmured against your skin, though he was the one shaking from the way you tugged his hair.
Raidenâs fingers dug into your thighs, his control hanging by a thread as he sank deeper with careful, torturous patience. Every inch made your back lift off the sheets, made Kenshiâs mouth latch harder onto your chest, hungry for every little sound you made.
Then Kenshiâs hand moved.
He slid it down your stomachâslow, deliberateâuntil his fingertips reached the heat between your legs, right where Raiden was filling you so slowly it hurt. Kenshi let his knuckles brush Raidenâs lower stomach as his fingers slipped lower, finding your clit with ease.
The first circle was light. Testing.
You jolted, a choked sound catching in your throat.
Kenshi hummed in approval, mouth still wrapped around your breast as he stroked you againâfirmer this time, in rhythm with the slow push of Raidenâs hips.
Your fingers yanked Kenshiâs hair. Kenshi groaned into your chest at the pull. Raiden groaned from the way you clenched around him.
The slow, careful push of his hips turned into something firmer⌠deeper⌠the kind of thrust that stole the air out of your lungs and made your back lift helplessly off the sheets. Each movement rocked you just enough to make your body bounce lightly beneath themâyour breath coming out in soft, stuttered gasps.
Kenshi felt it too.
His fingers on your clit sped up instinctively, matching Raidenâs new tempo with smooth, purposeful circles that made your thighs twitch around Raidenâs waist. Kenshiâs mouth stayed latched to your breast, groaning low when the movement of your body tugged him along.
You finally let go of his hair, sliding your hand down the line of his stomachâbare skin tightening under your touchâuntil your fingers reached the waistband of his boxers. Kenshi froze for a half-second, a quiet gasp breaking against your chest when your hand slipped inside.
He was already pulsing hard in your palm.
And when you wrapped your fingers around his length and stroked himâslow, deliberateâKenshiâs head dropped against your breast entirely, teeth grazing the swell as a raw groan tore from him.
âFâŚfuckâŚâ he breathed against your skin, his grip on your thigh tightening.
Raidenâs eyes snapped to where your hand worked Kenshi, his own breath faltering. The sightâyour fingers wrapped around Kenshiâs cock, Kenshiâs mouth at your chest, Kenshi panting helplessly into youâmade Raidenâs hips jerk forward hard, burying himself deep inside you.
Your body arched violently at the push, a sharp cry escaping you.
Raiden groaned, the sound deep and guttural.
He leaned forward, bracing one hand beside your head, thrusting harder nowâslow but powerful, each movement pressing so deep you felt him in your spine.
Kenshiâs hips bucked into your hand instinctively, a quiet curse slipping out between his teeth as he lifted his head just enough to look down at you.
âYouâre⌠unbelievable,â Kenshi rasped, breath shaking as you stroked him.
Raidenâs gaze dragged over both of youâyour flushed chest, Kenshiâs lips on your skin, your hand buried in Kenshiâs boxersâand his control snapped another inch.
You whinedâhigh, needy, wreckedâat both of them.
Kenshi felt it first, the desperate tremble in your hand. He pulled back just enough for you to get a good grip on his waistband, and the second you tugged, he helped youâshoving his boxers down his thighs and kicking them off entirely.
Now he was bare for you.
And the moment your hand wrapped around his exposed length, Kenshi groanedâa low, broken soundâthrusting into your fist like he couldnât stop himself. Every squeeze, every upward stroke had his breath hitching against your skin.
âHâŚhaahâY/NâŚâ he moaned, your name cracking out of him as his hips bucked into your palm, âjust like thatâŚâ
His hand found your clit again, circling it with trembling precision, sliding lowerâbold enough to trace the sides of your slit. He could feel how wide and tight you were stretched around Raiden, feel where their bodies met.
Raiden choked on a groan, hips stuttering.
He felt Kenshiâs fingertips brushing against his length each time he thrust inside youâan electric shock of heat between the three of you.
âGodsâŚâ Raiden breathed, voice shuddering as he buried himself deeper.
Before you could even gasp, Kenshiâs mouth crashed against yours.
His lips swallowed your moans greedily, tasting the smear of your lipstick on his tongue. He kissed you like he was starvingâslow and deep, breath shaking each time Raiden thrust into you.
Your lipstick smeared across Kenshiâs mouth, staining him in that sinful red as you clung to both of themâone hand fisting Kenshiâs cock, Kenshiâs fingers stroking your clit, Raiden driving into your soaked core until your whole body trembled.
Raiden groaned, a deep, fractured sound torn straight from his chest.
He was right in front of you, knees on the mattress, hips snug between your thighs as he thrust into youâslow, deep, devastating. And he couldnât drag his gaze away from the scene unfolding inches from him.
You and Kenshi, bodies pressed together at your side, kissing like youâd been starving for each other.
Kenshiâs lips smeared with your red lipstick, looking branded.
Your hand wrapped around his length, stroking slow and tight.
Kenshi groaning into your mouth every time your fist twisted up his shaft.
And Kenshiâs free hand⌠gods, the way it kept brushing against Raidenâs cock each time he circled your clitâaccidental but intimate enough to make Raidenâs breath hitch each time.
It was driving him feral.
Raiden leaned forward, thrusting deeper, your body lifting slightly with each roll of his hips. He was barely holding himself together, eyes locked on your face, your lips, the way Kenshi devoured you.
He reached forward and wrapped his hand around yours.
Large, warm, steady.
He guided the stroke up Kenshiâs cock, your joined hands sliding from base to tip in perfect rhythm. Kenshiâs hips instantly bucked into the touch.
âHâholyâfuckâŚâ Kenshi gasped against your lips, voice breaking.
His hand shook against your clit, circles stuttering as pleasure hit him.
Raiden groaned, forehead nearly resting against yours, his voice ragged:
âJust like that⌠gods, you look perfect like thisâŚâ
He dragged his thumb over your knuckles as he helped you stroke Kenshi harder, deeper. Kenshi moaned into your mouthâraw, helpless, needyâwhile Raidenâs thrusts grew slower but heavier, each one forcing a breathy sound from you.
Raiden choked on a sound that was half-moan, half-plea, his head tipping back for a moment as if the sight of you both was physically overwhelming. His fingers tightened around yoursâjust enough to force your hand to clamp harder around Kenshiâs cock.
Kenshiâs breath punched out of him.
Raidenâs voice came out ruined.
âYou two⌠godsâyouâre going to make me lose itâŚâ
Kenshi growled right against your mouth, hips jerking helplessly into your joined hands.
âYouâre going to make me lose it,â he panted, breath hot on your lips. âYou both keepâahhâsqueezing me like thatââ
Your body tightened instinctively around Raiden, and at the same time he and you tightened your grip on Kenshi againâslow, deliberate, merciless.
Kenshi broke.
âA-ahâfuck!â he groaned, voice cracking, hips bucking up into your fist like he couldnât stop himself. His hand faltered on your clit, trembling, fingers slipping as he moaned through his teeth.
Raiden shuddered violently at the sound, thrusting deeper, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he gasped:
âKeep doing that⌠you soundâboth of youâsound soâŚâ
His voice dissolved into another strangled noise, hips rolling harder into you.
Kenshi broke first.
A sharp, desperate whine ripped from his throatâone so unguarded that his own eyes widened as if he couldnât believe it escaped him. His cheeks flushed a deep shade, the red traveling all the way down his neck as his cock twitched violently in your joined hands.
âIâm⌠gonna cumâŚâ he breathed, small and wrecked, the words shaking as badly as his thighs.
You leaned in and bit his lip, just gentle enough to tease, just rough enough to push him over. Kenshi groaned into your mouth, shoulders tensing under your touch.
âGo on,â you whispered, voice thick and breathless. âCum for us.â
Raiden looked up through his lashesâhungry, undoneâright as he drove your hands down his shaft in a firm, perfect stroke. His thumb swept over Kenshiâs tip, slow and deliberate.
Kenshi shattered.
His moan crackedâbroken, beautifulâas hot release spilled over both your hands. His hips jerked, uncontrolled, forcing more out, chasing it even as overstimulation hit him like a wave.
âFâfuck⌠you both⌠nghhhâ!â he whined, the sound high and ruined, chest heaving, cock still twitching in your grip.
Raiden grunted at the sight, thrusts stuttering inside you.
The moment Kenshi came apart, voice cracking and thighs trembling, something in you broke open. Your back bowed sharply off the bed, a raw moan ripping from your throat as pleasure surged through every nerve. Your legs spasmed around Raidenâs hips, squeezing him so tight he choked on his own breath.
Raiden gaspedâactually gaspedâas you pulsed around him.
âY/Nââ he groaned, the sound thick and dizzy. Your fluttering walls kept milking him with every stutter of your hips, dragging him straight to the edge.
Kenshi was still spilling over your joined hands, his cock twitching helplessly. The sight of itâhis release dripping between your fingers, your thighs trembling, your lips parted around a silent cryâpushed Raiden straight past the point of control.
He jerked back with a strangled groan, unable to stay buried inside you or heâd finish too deep.
ââfuckâ!â
His release spilled hot across your stomach, painting you in thick stripes. A sharp second jet hit your thigh⌠and then the third splashed across Kenshiâs lower abdomen, startling the swordsman out of the daze of his own orgasm.
Kenshi froze.
Raiden froze.
You frozeâstill trembling, breathing like youâd sprinted a mile.
For a beat, the only sound in the room was all three of you panting.
Kenshi blinked once, looked down at the warm white streak across his hipboneâŚ
âŚand huffed a breathless, wrecked laugh.
Raidenâs face went crimson.
ââŚahâsorryââ he murmured, mortified, chest still heaving.
Kenshi licked his lips slowly, eyes dragging up Raidenâs body.
âDonât be,â he rasped.
You were still trying to remember how to breathe.
Raiden gently released your hand, fingers slipping away from Kenshiâs spent length. Your grip loosened too, and Kenshiâs cock fell back against his stomach with a soft, sticky thud, giving one last pathetic twitch. He lay there on his elbows, chest rising and falling, eyes glued to you.
To the mess.
His mess.
Raidenâs mess.
All of it glistening across your stomach, your thighs, the curve of your hip.
Raiden wasnât doing any better.
He was braced over you, chest still heaving, his softening length resting heavy and warm on your pelvis, weak little spurts still drooling from the tip. His pupils were blown wide, hunger and disbelief tangled together, gaze dragging over every streak heâd painted onto your skin.
And thenâbecause youâre cruel, and because they deserve itâyou purred.
Loudly.
âMmm⌠I donât think weâre done here,â you cooed, lashes fluttering like you hadnât just broken both of them in half.
Two men. Two reactions. One shared panic.
They both snapped their heads toward you so fast you swore you felt a breeze. Kenshi actually blinkedâslowly, like his brain had blue-screened. Raidenâs mouth fell open a little, his exhausted cock giving one sad, defeated twitch against your belly.
How were you not done?
You smiled at them sweetly, as if you hadnât just sent them to the spirit realm and back.
And both of them⌠oh, they looked terrified.
Terrified in a good way.
Both men got to experience, for the very first time, what it truly means to bed a pent-up cat shifter.
And let them tell youâwhen they eventually regained the ability to form wordsâit is not a casual stroll through cherry blossoms. Itâs a survival trial. A spiritual pilgrimage. A full-body exorcism where all the demons leave through your soul and your dick at the same time.
By the time you were finally satisfied, Raiden and Kenshi were sprawled out like corpses after a natural disaster, staring at the ceiling with the empty, glassy-eyed expression of men who had seen things.
Their cocks were sore.
Their balls were emptier than the Sahara.
Their spirits had ascended, descended, and filed a workplace harassment report.
Still?
Worth it.
It was worth every moment of blissful agony, because somewhere amid the tangled limbs and exhausted groaning, Raiden finally let the truth slipâhe confessed his feelings for you. You accepted without hesitation, warming his chest with that smile heâd come to crave.
Then Kenshi, still catching his breath, admitted that he too harbored a quiet crush⌠one he never voiced out of respect for Raiden. He said it simply, without pressure, just truth between friends and the woman they both adored.
And somehow, against all odds and common sense, the three of you realized a shared conclusion:
Maybe this could work.
Maybe it didnât have to be complicated.
Maybe a poly relationship wasnât such a bad idea⌠especially if the sex stayed that good.
Warnings: NSFW, public handjob, public sex, multiple orgasms, one-sided phone sex, humiliation, rough sex, unprotected sex, dont be silly wrap your willy, gods he's hot
A/N: phew, that was intense, didn't really proof read too much or anything, my thoughts were definitely scattered in this one, enjoy~
Masterlist
The boys had absolutely nothing to do that day, as they stayed in your cafe from morning till afternoonâchatting with you whenever they could, helping themselves to pastries, arguing with each other about pointless things, and to your surprise⌠even Bi-Han chimed in here and there.
You were wiping down a counter when Tomas suddenly leaned forward with a mischievous grin.
âY/N,â he called, sing-song and dangerous, âwhen are you gonna ride with us?â
You instantly froze.
Kuai perked up like an excited cat, his smile gentle but very, very curious.
Even Bi-Hanâarms folded, gaze steadyâtilted his head slightly at you, as if waiting for your answer.
Three pairs of eyes.
All on you.
Your face heated instantly, and you squirmed in your spot, feeling cornered in the softest way possible.
âA-ah, well⌠Iâm not sure,â you admitted quietly. âIâm a bit afraid of motorcycles, I must admit.â
Tomas gasped dramatically, then pouted, nudging your shoulder with his like an overgrown puppy.
âYou donât need to be,â he said, voice warm and coaxing. âRide with one of us, weâll keep you safe. Always.â
The sincerity in his tone only made your cheeks hotter.
You hummed noncommittally.
âIâll⌠think about it, okay?â you murmured.
Under the table, Kuai nudged your leg gently to get your attention. His voice softened.
âNo pressure,â he said. âWe understand if you donât want to. Truly. But it would also be our honor to have you ride with one of us.â
Your chest tightened at how sweet that sounded.
âYouâre sweet,â you told him, smiling warmly. âIâll think about it.â
Their expressions shifted in their own ways:
Tomas lit up immediately.
Kuai smiled quietly, satisfied.
And Bi-Hanâs eyes lingered on you a moment longer than the othersâundeniably invested.
Just as you were about to reach for a pastry tray, a deep voice cut through the air.
âYou might feel the most comfortable on my bike.â
Bi-Han spoke so calmly, it took you a second to realize he was talking to you. âItâs wider than either of theirs.â
Tomas immediately let out a dramatic groan, dropping his head onto the table as if heâd been personally betrayed.
âBro, seriously? I was gonna offer first!â he complained, practically leaning across the table at Bi-Han.
Kuai hid his laugh behind his hand, but you could tell he agreed with the logic. Both Tomas and Kuai had sleek, narrow sports bikesâbeautiful, fast⌠and terrifying for a beginner. The idea of holding on for dear life while either of them zipped down the road made your stomach twist.
Bi-Hanâs bike, on the other hand, still a sports model, but with a broader body and more stable frame.
More space.
More balance.
More room to hold on without feeling like you were going to fly off with one wrong bump.
Heâd thought about that.
About you being nervous.
About what would make you feel secure.
Your heartbeat stuttered.
Tomas continued whining in the background, gesturing wildly at his brothers.
âMan, thatâs not fair! I would go slow for them! I swear!â
Kuai raised a brow. âSince when do you ever go slow on a bike?â
Tomas pointed at him in betrayal. âWhy would you expose me like that?â
Their bickering faded slightly as your attention drifted back to Bi-Han.
He wasnât looking at them.
He wasnât even looking at you fully.
Just sipping his tea, gaze lowered, expression unreadableâexcept for the slightest tilt of his head, as if waiting to see if you understood what he was offering.
Not a ride.
Safety.
And⌠maybe something more.
You swallowed softly.
âO-oh,â you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady. âWell⌠thatâs good to know.â
Bi-Han finally lifted his gaze to you.
âWhoever you decide,â he said, low and even, âyou wonât fall.â
The words shouldnât have made your heart jump.
But they did.
You made up your mind faster than you expected.
You turned toward Bi-Han, heart beating a little too fast, voice coming out softer than you meant it to.
âWell⌠if you promise, then⌠Iâm willing to try. T-Today.â
All three of them froze.
Thenâ
Tomasâs grin split across his face like a firework.
Kuaiâs lips curved upward, warm and proud.
Both of them nearly burst into cheers until you immediately shushed them with a stern look.
âBehave,â you warned, pointing a finger at them.
They straightened instantly, clearing their throats like chastised schoolboys.
But Bi-HanâŚ
He didnât cheer.
He didnât flinch.
He just turned his head fully toward you, really looking at you.
A small smileâthe smallest youâd ever seen from himâpulled at the corner of his lips.
âIâve got you,â he said quietly. âDonât worry. Trust me.â
Something inside you loosened at the certainty in his tone.
âI do,â you repliedâsimple, sincere, without hesitation.
The shop felt strangely warm for a moment, all three of them watching you with different flavors of affection.
You cleared your throat and snapped yourself back to reality.
âWell,â you said, clapping your hands together, âlet me close up.â
You moved through your end-of-day routine with a strange flutter in your chestâlocking displays, wiping down counters, switching off ovens. The brothers stayed seated, chatting among themselves, but their excitement buzzed around the room like static.
And every time you glanced toward the boothâŚ
Bi-Han was already watching you.
Steady.
Composed.
As if ready to keep that promise the moment you were done.
The boys were already outside when you finally stepped out of your shop, the metal shutter clicking into place as you locked everything up for the night.
Their bikes were lined up along the curb, engines purring low in the cool evening air.
Tomas talked nonstop, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid who just got told he could go to the amusement park. The excitement of having you ride with them practically radiated off him.
Kuai stood beside his own bike, arms crossed, his smile calm but unmistakably pleased. He didnât bounce like Tomas, but the pride in his posture said everything.
Bi-Han sat on his bike, brown hair catching the streetlight as he scrolled idly through his phone. He didnât look impatientâjust settled, composed, waiting for you to appear like he expected you to the whole time.
The second you stepped off the curb, Tomas practically launched himself at you.
âHere, hereâgive me your stuff,â he insisted, snatching your bag and anything else you were carrying with zero hesitation.
You laughed at him as he stuffed your belongings into his backpack.
âTomas, if you lose any of my thingsââ
He immediately slapped a hand over his heart, eyes wide as he pretended to tremble.
âPlease, donât curse me like that,â he gasped dramatically. âIâll guard it all with my life.â
âUh-huh. You better,â you warned with a playful glare.
Still snickering, Tomas secured the backpack on his back and motioned for you to follow him with both hands.
âCome on! Your chariot awaits!â
He practically ushered you toward Bi-Hanâs bike like he was presenting you to royalty.
Bi-Han looked up from his phone the moment he heard you approach. His eyes swept over you onceâchecking your jacket, your shoes, the slight tension in your shoulders. He slipped his phone into his pocket in one fluid motion.
No smile.
No words.
Just a quiet acknowledgment in his gaze.
He swung one leg off the bike with smooth, controlled ease. Without a word, he shrugged out of his leather jacketâdark, heavy, unmistakably hisâand stepped toward you. Before you could protest, he draped it over your shoulders, guiding your arms through the sleeves with careful hands.
The jacket swallowed you.
Warm.
Heavy.
And saturated with his scentâclean leather, faint smoke, something cold and sharp beneath it.
It made a shiver run down your spine.
You glanced up at him instinctively, eyes softening in a way you didnât mean to. Your lashes lowered slightly, and your breath caught for half a second.
Bi-Han paused.
Just for a moment.
Just enough to register the look you gave him.
Something flickered behind his eyesâa quick spark, gone as soon as it appearedâbefore he continued, expression settling back into its usual calm.
He turned, grabbed his helmet, and stepped close again. His touch was unexpectedly gentle as he lowered it onto your head, adjusting the straps and tilting it to sit perfectly. His fingers brushed your jawline onceâlight, steady, grounding.
When he was satisfied, he looked into your eyes through the visor slit.
A small smirk tugged at the side of his mouthâso subtle you almost missed itâbefore he lowered your visor with a soft click.
âBi-Han⌠what about you?â you asked, worry threading your voice. âArenât you using one?â
He shook his head, slow and confident.
âIâll be fine. We wonât be going fast.â His voice dropped, calm and reassuring. âThis is precaution. To make you feel safer.â
Your chest loosened.
You exhaled a tight breath you hadnât realized you were holding and nodded.
With the helmet on, his jacket enveloping you, and his voice still echoing in your ears, everything felt surreal.
He guided you toward the bike, one hand steady on your elbow, positioning your foot and helping you climb on with practiced care. Tomas was on your other side, babbling helpful instructions in between bursts of excitement.
âOkayâlean with the turn, not against it.â
âAnd donât tense up too much, it makes it harder to balance.â
âOh, and if you get scared just hold on tighterâBi-Han wonât mind!â
âTomas,â Bi-Han warned without looking at him.
âRight, rightâhelpful advice only!â
You bit back a laugh inside the helmet.
Between Tomasâs animated explanations and Bi-Hanâs steady, grounding presence, you listened closely, nodding so they knew you understood.
Your pulse thudded.
Your fingers trembled once against the seat.
But you were ready.
Once he made sure you were seated securely, Bi-Han swung one leg over the bike again and settled into place in front of you. He eased the bike off its kickstand, the machine straightening smoothly beneath both of you as he sat back, posture calm and confident.
The moment the bike shifted, your body reacted on instinctâyou wrapped your arms around him, hands flattening against his abdomen. His muscles tensed for a heartbeat, surprised by the sudden touch, before he let out a quiet exhale.
Then he reached down.
His fingers wrapped gently around your wrists, steady and warm, guiding your hands just a little lower to a spot where your grip would be more secure. He squeezed once. Reassuring, silent. A 'youâre safe' spoken without words.
His other hand shifted behind him, reaching back to your thigh, his thumb brushing a small, slow arc meant to calm your nerves.
The touch worked.
Your breath steadied.
Your shoulders relaxed.
Out of the corner of your vision, Tomas and Kuai both gave him the signal that they were ready. The moment Bi-Han saw it, he tapped your thigh lightly with two fingersâa quiet cue.
Hold on.
Then he turned the key.
The engine roared to life beneath you, deep and powerful, vibrating through your legs and up your spine. The warmth of Bi-Hanâs back, the weight of his jacket on your shoulders, the solidness of your grip around himâit all wrapped together into a feeling that was equal parts adrenaline and comfort.
You tightened your hold, heart fluttering.
âReady,â he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear through the helmet.
And then the bike rolled forward.
The ride was⌠exhilarating didnât even begin to cover it.
The moment the city lights faded behind you, the three of them veered onto long stretches of backroadsâquiet, open, nearly empty. The world blurred into streaks of silver moonlight and shadowed fields, cool wind rushing past you like a river.
You stared, utterly mesmerized.
The sky looked endless out here.
The trees rippled like waves.
The road stretched forward like a promise.
The air was cold enough to nip at your skin, but Bi-Hanâs jacket wrapped around you like a shield, all warmth and weight and safety. Every time the breeze cut sharper, the scent of him and the faint warmth radiating from his back kept you steady.
Tomas and Kuai rode ahead and alongside, doing what they always did: causing chaos.
They raced each other, swapped lanes with ridiculous flair, and pulled tricks that made you gasp and laugh into your helmet. Their joy was infectious. Their energy wild.
You tightened your arms around Bi-Han with each surprise, and each time you didâ
He loosened.
His posture shifted from rigid control into something almost relaxed, his back straightening, his shoulders easing. He even reached behind him, placing a steady hand on your thigh. The touch grounding, a silent check-in each time the road shifted beneath the tires.
And he didnât remove it unless he absolutely needed to.
At one point Tomas pulled up right beside you, winking wildly through his visor and making exaggerated hand gestures that very clearly meant race me. His bike growled eagerly beneath him.
You laughed hard, shaking your head at himâ
Until Bi-Hanâs hand gave your thigh a firmer squeeze.
He leaned back just slightly, voice carrying over the wind:
âYou want to race him?â
The adrenaline rushing through your veins made you reckless, giddy, weightless. The world felt bigger than fear in that moment.
You noddedâonce, sharp and excited.
Bi-Han saw it.
And he grinned.
A wicked, rare, sharp-edged grin that sent your pulse shooting upward.
He slid his hand up to tighten your arms around his torso, securing your hold, making sure you were flush against him.
âHold on tight,â he warned, voice low.
He leaned his body closer to the bike, shifting into racing posture.
The engine rumbled beneath you, eager.
Tomas revved his own engine, taunting loudly.
And thenâ
Bi-Han gunned it.
The bike shot forward like a released arrow, the world streaking around you in a rush of wind and sound, your laughter lost in the roar of pure, perfect adrenaline.
He didnât just ride.
He flew.
Tomas and Kuai revved their engines behind you, the deep roar echoing across the empty road as they pushed to catch up. For several long, thrilling minutes, the three of you rode almost shoulder-to-shoulder, weaving through the open stretch as the sky deepened from dusky purple into darker blue.
Eventually, the adrenaline tapered off as the daylight faded.
One by one, the three bikes slowed.
Kuai pulled up on your right, visor lifted just enough for you to see his eyes crinkle. Tomas flanked your left with a dramatic wink and a blown kiss through his helmet, both of them laughing through their engines.
With a final waveâstopping only once so Tomas could return your belongingsâthe brothers peeled off in opposite directions, their bikes roaring into the night as they headed home.
The sudden quiet left you alone with Bi-Han, his pace steady, controlled, and unhurried.
His hand returned to your thighânot suggestive, just anchoringâkeeping you balanced as the road smoothed out beneath the tires.
Your palms rested against his torso, the warmth of him bleeding through his shirt. You could feel the soft shift of muscle as he breathed, the steady rise and fall that matched the rhythm of the bike.
Without fully thinking, your hands slid lower along his abdomen, searching for stability as the bike rolled over a dip in the road. Your fingertips brushed across the firm lines beneath his shirtâmuscle shifting, tightening, relaxing as he corrected the bikeâs angle.
Bi-Hanâs breath hitched.
Not loud, not obviousâ
just enough for you to feel it.
And he didnât pull away.
Didnât shift your hands back into a âsaferâ place.
Didnât break the contact.
He simply kept riding.
His hand remained on your thigh, steady and unhurried, fingers warm through the jean you wore. The cold air whipped around you, but the heat of him, the thrum of the engine, the solid strength beneath your palmsâ
It all wrapped into something grounding.
Something that steadied you rather than scattered you.
There was no rush now.
Just the two of you cutting through the night like the world didnât exist.
And Bi-Han didnât speak.
He didnât have to.
Feeling boldâbold enough that the cold wind was irrelevantâyou let your hands wander.
One hand drifted up, slow and deliberate, tracing his torso until your palm settled against the center of his chest. You could feel his breathing beneath your handâcontrolled, even, but heavy enough to betray that he felt you.
Your other hand slid lowerâŚ
down his thighâŚ
your fingers spreading, testing the heat and firmness beneath your palm.
Bi-Han couldnât see your face.
He didnât need to.
He glanced downâjust onceâjust enough to take in where your hands had gone. His shoulders loosened, his posture easing in a way so subtle you mightâve missed it if you werenât touching him everywhere.
Then his handâthe one resting on your thighâtightened.
Firm.
Measured.
Possessive.
Not pushing you away.
Not guiding you forward.
Just acknowledging you.
Letting you know he understood exactly what you were doing.
Heat rushed to your face behind the helmet. Embarrassment mixed with adrenaline and something deeperâsomething warm and electricâthat pulled you toward him.
Instinctively, you leaned forward, resting your head against his back. Your arms tightened around his torso, your chest flush against the solid warmth of him.
His breathing changedâdeepening, slowingâas if your closeness settled into him like something he welcomed.
Something he wanted.
His thumb brushed your thigh once again. A single, quiet stroke that felt more grounding than a grip. More intimate than a statement, more real than anything heâd said aloud. Then his hand stilled again.
Warm.
Steady.
The world narrowed to himâ
his heat,
your hands,
and the dark road unfolding ahead.
Your thumb stroked slowly over his chestâsoft, soothing, intimate, the kind of touch that felt like a secret. You werenât sure if you were calming him⌠or steadying yourself.
Your other hand drifted lower along his thighâbolder nowâyour fingertips tracing the inside curve of muscle.
Closer.
Warmer.
More daring.
Undeniably stepping into dangerous territory.
Bi-Han shifted.
Not much.
Just the slightest parting of his thighsâso small that anyone else wouldâve missed it.
But not you.
It wasnât nothing.
It was deliberate.
A silent, wordless permission.
A quiet if youâre going to explore⌠I wonât stop you.
His hand tightened on your thigh again, slow and unyielding, his fingers pressing just firmly enough to let you know he felt every second of what you were doing.
The bike stayed steady, controlled beneath youâbut Bi-Hanâs breathing?
Different now.
Barely.
Just barely.
Deeper.
Slower.
Focused.
Like he was holding himself still with effort.
Like your touch was testing the limits of his control.
Your eyes fluttered shut as your hand drifted inward, fingertips brushing along the thick, half-hard shape straining against his jeans. A slow, deliberate drag of your palm made sure there was no room for misunderstanding.
The reaction was instant.
Bi-Hanâs entire body joltedâsmall, controlled, but impossible to miss with your chest pressed against his back. A low sound escaped him, rough and dark, scraped from somewhere deep in his chest. His grip on your thigh tightened sharply, fingers digging in with a pressure that sent a pulse straight between your legs.
Beneath your touch, he swelledâhis length firming in your palm, heat blooming through the denim. You felt every throb, every twitch, every subtle pulse against your hand.
You pressed a little harder.
Bi-Han inhaled through his nose, sharp and unforgiving, his chest expanding beneath your other hand. That perfect discipline he carried like armor wavered for a heartbeatâjust enough to make your stomach flip.
His thighs shifted again. This time, the space opened more clearlyâstill minimal, still subtle, but unmistakably intentional.
A quiet invitation.
A wordless surrender.
Silent permission from a man who trusted almost no one.
You cupped him fully through his jeans, your palm molding to the heat of him. You didnât even squeezeâjust the hold alone was enough to drag another restrained, guttural sound from his throat.
His breathing deepened⌠changed⌠lost its perfect timing.
He leaned forward on the bike slightly, one hand gripping the handlebar so tightly the tendons on the back of his hand flexed. The other stayed anchored to your thigh, thumb dragging a slow, shaky line over your skin like he needed the contact to ground himself.
The engine vibrated beneath you.
The night blurred around you.
But everything between you was molten.
He didnât pretend not to want it.
Didnât pull away.
Didnât correct you.
He let you touch himâboldly, openlyâeven as his breath faltered, betraying how intensely he felt every movement.
Your fingers slid to the button of his pants, hovering there just long enough that the question in your touch became unmistakable.
He didnât speak.
Instead⌠he removed his hand from your thigh, just for a moment.
You felt the unmistakable shifting of denim.
The button popped.
The zipper eased open.
Then his hand returned to your thighâthis time with a firmer squeeze.
Claiming.
Demanding.
Clear.
Go on.
Your breath trembled inside the helmet as you accepted the invitation. You slipped your hand inside his pants, over the heat trapped beneath his boxersâslow, purposefulâand the burn of him against your palm made you shiver.
Bi-Hanâs entire body jerked.
A sound tore from himâlow, rough, helplessly dragged from his chest like heâd been trying to hold it in and failed. His grip on your thigh tightened, fingers digging in with a force that rode the edge of pain and pleasure.
You didnât stop.
You stroked him again, slower this time, more deliberate, making sure he felt every inch of the drag. The friction of the thin fabric beneath your palm grew warmer, grew slick, the damp spot spreading as you worked him.
His length pulsed against your hand.
Bi-Han inhaled sharply, the breath breaking halfway through.
His shoulders tensed under your cheek, his head tilting forward as if the sensation punched through his carefully maintained control. Your fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finally wrapping around himâskin to skin.
Bi-Han choked on a sound, jaw clenched, his breathing shattering out of rhythm.
The fabric between you grew warm, damp, slick with him. The glide of your hand smoothed, heat rolling up your arm, into your chest.
Bi-Hanâs breathing lost all discipline.
Each inhale dragged heavy.
Each exhale trembled, unsteady and raw.
His hand slid higher on your thigh, gripping, anchoring himself to you like you were the only thing holding him together.
He drew in another shaky breath.
ââŚkeep doing that,â he muttered, voice ruined and barely audible over the engine.
Not an order.
Not even close.
A plea disguised as one.
Your fist tightened around him, stroking againâslow, devastatingly steady.
Bi-Han shuddered.
Actually shuddered.
His back leaned into youâjust slightlyâbut enough to tell you how close he was to unraveling with you on the bike.
His cock twitched in your hand â sharp, needy pulses that throbbed against your palm like he couldnât contain the reactions even if he tried. You brushed your thumb lightly over the tip, gathering the slick warmth leaking from him, and used it to stroke him more earnestly.
Bi-Hanâs head tilted back against you â just barely â a controlled lean that still somehow felt desperate. His breath spilled out in a heavy, unrestrained exhale, vibrating through his chest and into your hand.
âPull me out, babyâŚâ he groaned, voice raw, low, and loud enough for you to hear through the rumble of the engine.
You didnât hesitate.
You slipped your hand deeper, free hand tugging his jeans down just enough. His flushed, thick length spilled into your palm, hard and twitching, hot against your skin.
Bi-Han glanced down â a quick, dark flicker of his eyes that took in the sight of your small hands wrapped around him. His jaw clenched. He bit his lower lip, tore his gaze away, and fixed it back on the road with a sharp inhale.
You wrapped both hands around him, pumping his cock smoothly, deliberately â the glide easier now with every drop of heat leaking from him. He was heavy in your hold, thick enough that your fingers didnât close entirely around him at the base.
His breathing fractured again.
You stroked him faster, tightening your grip just a little, your hands disappear around him over and over.
The bike hummed beneath you.
The night air whipped by.
And Bi-Han was unraveling in your hands.
You faintly noticed the turn he took â the familiar curve of the road leading toward your house. You were minutes away.
A wicked idea pulsed through you.
You tightened your grip.
Bi-Han choked on a sound â sharp, guttural, dragged from somewhere buried deep. His hips jerked, just once, just enough for you to feel how close he was.
His hand clamped harder onto your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin with a force that bordered on bruising. His chest expanded in a desperate inhale, and his entire body trembled through one hard shiver you felt from shoulders to thighs.
You stroked him again.
Slower.
Tighter.
Deliberate.
His cock throbbed violently in your hands, leaking more across your fingers, the heat rolling through your palms like a promise.
You were so close to home.
And he was so close to breaking.
As the bike slowed and rolled into your driveway, you grinned against his back. You didnât stop. One hand kept stroking him steadily, and with your other you ground your palm against his tip, teasing circles that made him twitch violently.
Bi-Han barely managed to ease the motorcycle onto its kickstand before his control cracked.
His head snapped back, a low, desperate moan ripped from his throat â unrestrained, raw, nothing like the measured man he normally was. His hand blindly found your thigh, gripping hard enough to warn you and beg you all at once.
Then he reached for his shirt.
He grabbed the hem of black fabric and yanked it upward, exposing the hard clench of his abdomen â every line tight, every muscle twitching under your touch. He bit down on the shirt, holding it between his teeth, the sound he made muffled and wrecked.
He leaned back into you, breathing hard, his weight settling against you in a way that felt like surrender.
You stroked him faster.
Your palm gliding.
Your thumb circling his dripping tip.
His cock jumping in your hands, desperate and close.
His moans grew rougher, chest rising sharply against your palm on every inhale. His thighs shook, knees parting instinctively as he arched into your hold.
Thenâ
You felt it.
A hard, uncontrollable jolt of his hips.
And he spilled into your hand.
Thick, hot, pulse after pulse coating your fingers. You tightened your grip just a little, coaxing it out of him, dragging another ragged groan from his chest.
You removed your hand from his tipâ
âand his next release shot upward, splattering across his exposed abdomen in slow, heavy streaks.
It dripped down the tense ridges of muscle, streaking him beautifully in the moonlit glow of your porch light.
He trembled.
Jaw tight.
Shirt still clenched between his teeth.
Breathing wrecked.
Marked by his own pleasure and your hands.
And you couldnât help admiring the sight â Bi-Han sprawled against you, body shaking, cum painting his stomach, his control shattered in your arms.
To your surprise, he didnât soften at all.
His cock stayed hard in your hand, twitching with lingering sensitivity, still heavy and flushed. Bi-Han released his shirt from between his teeth, chest still rising sharply, and leaned forward just enough to tug you out from behind him.
Turning off the bike, he helped you climb off, hands firm and steady at your waist. He removed your helmet in one smooth motion and tossed it aside before pulling you in and kissing youâhard.
His mouth crashed onto yours, raw and urgent, tasting like need. His hands clamped onto your hips, dragging you flush against him while he devoured every sound you made.
When he finally tore his mouth from yours, both of you were breathing hard, lips swollen, faces flushed. His eyes were dark, glassy, still hazy from orgasmâbut filled with something sharper.
Predatory.
Your only warning was that glint.
Before you could inhale, he grabbed your waist, spun you around, and bent you over the bike.
You gasped, shocked, your palms bracing against the cool metal.
âBi-Han! Weâre outside,â you stammered, breath shaking. âTheâ the door is right thereââ
He ignored that completely.
Your pants were torn down your legs in one fierce pull. Cold air hit your thighsâthen his warm hand replaced it instantly, gripping, spreading, claiming.
He hummed a low sound behind you as his fingers slid between your folds, gathering the slick dripping out of you.
You moaned, soft and involuntary.
âThe⌠the neighborsâŚâ you tried again, voice trembling. âTheyâre home. Theyâll see usâ!â
Bi-Hanâs eyes flicked toward the house next door, quick and disinterested, before pinning back on you.
His free hand wrapped around his lengthâstill firm, still leakingâdragging himself through your soaked folds. The wet sound was obscene in the quiet night.
He coated himself in you, stroking slowly, deliberately.
âLet them watch,â he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear. âLet them see how nicely I fuck you.â
You felt the blunt heat of his head press against your entranceâslow, unhurried, but with a promise of force behind it.
Your fingers dug into the seat of the bike..
You barely had time to breathe before he began to push in.
Your cunt stretched around him inch by inch, slowly swallowing his length. You clenched hardâinstinctive, desperateâas if your body wanted to drag him in even deeper.
Bi-Han hissed through his teeth.
The sound was sharp, guttural, punched straight from his lungs.
Your heat wrapped around him so tight it bordered on overwhelming, and his fingers flexed on your hip as if he needed something to hold onto.
âFuckâŚâ he breathed, low and rough.
He smoothed a palm up your ass, the touch firm, appreciative, almost tenderâthen squeezed, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pushed deeper. He stuffed you full with slow, deliberate pressure, savoring every inch your body took.
The moment his hips met your ass, his mouth fell open.
And the filth poured out of him like heâd been holding it back for years.
âLook at you,â he rasped, voice thick and dark. âTaking my cock like you were made for it.â
Your walls clenched again, fluttering around him, and he let out a strained sound that vibrated through your spine.
âSo fucking wet,â he growled, dragging his hips back just an inch so he could watch himself slide in again. âLeaking for me the second I touch you.â
His hand slid down your ass, thumb brushing the corner of your entrance where he was splitting you open.
âYou hear that?â
The wet, obscene noise echoed between your thighs.
âThatâs how desperate you are.â
Your breath hitched.
He chuckledâlow, cruel, pleased.
âGood slut,â he muttered, the words dripping off his tongue like molten heat. âMy good, tight little slut.â
He thrust deeper, slow but forceful, his length dragging against every tender spot inside you.
âSo fucking tight,â he snarled. âSo tight I can feel you shaking.â
His grip tightened on your hip, pulling you back onto him, forcing you to take every inch.
âYouâre not even trying,â he growled into your ear, breath hot against your skin, âand youâre already squeezing me like you want to milk me.â
Your legs trembled.
âAnd Iâm not stopping,â he added, voice dropping into something dark and final. âNot until I ruin this pussy out here⌠where anyone can see.â
His hips rolled into you at an agonizing pace, dragging his cock out of you only to sink back in with a deep, deliberate push that made your cunt flutter helplessly around him.
You clenched so tightly he groaned, the sound torn straight from his chest.
He kept thrusting slow, cruel, savoring how your body reacted to every inch he gave you.
Then his breath hitchedâ
and he laughed.
A low, breathless, wicked sound that scraped right against your spine.
âDid you know you made them hard earlier?â he murmured against your ear, hips snapping forward just a little harder. âMy brothers⌠both of them.â
Your thighs trembled.
He chuckled again, dark and pleased.
âYou had them staring like they didnât know where to put their eyes.â
He pulled out halfway, dragging against every sensitive spot inside youâ
then pushed back in, slow and deep.
âAnd now look at you,â he added, voice thick, âshaking on my cock.â
Your breath hitched.
Youâd teased Tomas and Kuai earlier during the morning, sure â but you hadnât expected that kind of reaction from them. You were only trying to get back at them for teasing you over your sensual music choices. The surprise flickered through you, quick and breathless.
Bi-Han felt it.
And he only leaned in filthier, voice dipping lower, darker, the satisfaction in it unmistakable.
âTalking to them like thatâŚâ he murmured, amusement curling around every word. âDescribing the music⌠the meaning behind itâŚâ
He let out a soft, breathless laugh that vibrated against your skin.
âYou donât think they imagined things? Imagined touching you? Imagined what those lyrics would look like⌠with you?â
A quiet sound escaped you, your body reacting on instinct, hips shifting just enough to meet the slow roll of his.
Bi-Han groaned softly, a low sound of approval, and his next movement was firmer â controlled, deliberate â a reward for responding to him.
âAnd TomasâŚâ he continued, tone turning even darker, âhe couldnât even stay still. I saw him grinding into his palm. Thatâs how undone you had him.â
Heat washed through you, sharp and dizzying.
Bi-Han chuckled again, low and wicked, lips brushing your ear.
âImagine,â he murmured, âwhat wouldâve happened if they saw you like this.â
His hand tightened on your hip, his breath warm against your neck.
âAnd you have no idea,â he added, voice sinking into something dangerously soft, âhow much that thought drives me mad.â
You mewled for him, the sound so sweet it practically melted out of you, and Bi-Hanâs breath hitched like the noise struck him somewhere deep. You were hanging on by threads, barely thinking, barely breathing â and he felt that too.
He gave you a sliver of mercy.
Just a sliver.
His pace sharpened â deeper, harder, more purposeful â and the sudden change ripped a gasp out of you. Bi-Hanâs head tilted back slightly, jaw tight, because your body clamped around him like you were trying to drag him under with you.
It took almost nothing.
A handful of his filthy words in your ear, the steady drive of his hips, the heat of him everywhere â and you fell apart. Hard. Fast. Your whole body trembled against him, breath breaking, nails curling into whatever you could reach.
He growled at the way you reacted â a low, dark, satisfied sound.
You barely had time to catch the aftershocks before he moved.
He slipped free and flipped you with a single, fluid motion, hands dragging the rest of your pants off with zero hesitation. He didnât even look at where they landed. He didnât care.
Then he grabbed you.
Hands under your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing, pulling your body flush to his with a force that stole your breath. Your legs wrapped around him on instinct, your heart hammering as he pressed inside again â hot, solid, unrelenting.
You could feel how worked up he still was.
How badly he wanted you.
How little control he actually had left.
He carried you straight to the door.
Your back hit it hard enough to draw a soft cry from your lips. His hands clamped on your hips again, pinning you there, his mouth hovering close, his breath shaking with the effort of holding back⌠something.
He didnât even wait for you to recover.
His body pushed into yours again â claiming, hungry, barely restrained â each subtle roll of his hips making your pulse trip painfully fast.
His lips brushed your ear when he spoke, voice a low, wicked growl.
âGo on,â he murmured, tone dripping slow and teasing. âOpen the door.â
His fingers tightened at your waist.
Not urging you.
Commanding you.
All the promise in his voice hit you at once â dark, breathless, filthy â and you knew exactly what was waiting for you the moment you got that handle turned.
Your fingers fumbled with the keys, vision blurring, mind turned to useless, trembling mush. You tried to slide the key into the lock â you really tried â but Bi-Han didnât stop.
His hips kept driving into you with sharp, deliberate force, each movement knocking the breath out of you and sending sparks racing up your spine. The pressure of his body pinning you to the door made it impossible to focus on anything else.
Your hand shook.
The key scraped uselessly against the lock.
He leaned close, lips brushing your cheek, voice so low and cruel it shot straight down your spine.
âIf you donât open this door,â he murmured, steady and unbothered, âIâll just make you fall apart right here.â
His pace shifted.
Sharper.
Harder.
Merciless.
A gasp tore out of you, your body jerking helplessly against the door. The keys slipped from your shaky fingers, clattering to the ground.
You didnât even try to reach for them.
Your arms flew around him instead, clinging to his shoulders, your whole body arching into his as the heat built inside you again â fast, dangerous, overwhelming. Your breath came in broken little bursts against his neck, and you felt his grip tighten on your thighs as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
Bi-Han breathed against your ear, voice dark and pleased at how quickly you were unraveling for him again.
âGo on,â he whispered. âCum.â
And you did â your body trembling, back pressed to the door, his hands holding you exactly where he wanted you while the second wave built and crashed through you, wiping out whatever strength you had left.
Your whimpers turned into something softer, sweeter, downright sinful â sounds you couldnât have held back if you tried. Each noise punched straight through Bi-Hanâs control. You felt him shiver against you, breath stuttering like he couldnât believe how gone you were for him.
He could have paused.
He could have bent down, scooped up your keys, let you unlock the door like a sane person.
But he didnât.
He couldnât.
Not when you felt like this in his arms.
Not when you clung to him like you needed him to stay upright.
Not when every tiny movement of your body sent shockwaves through him.
Your legs trembled around his hips, gripping him tighter, and Bi-Hanâs head dipped to your neck, a harsh exhale brushing your skin.
âToo perfect,â he muttered, almost to himself. âYou have no idea what youâre doing to me.â
His hold on you tightened, fingers digging into your thighs, his body moving with a pace he clearly wasnât planning to stop. You could feel the painful tension building again â that familiar pressure curling deep, quick, impossible to fight.
Your breath stuttered, your hands grasping at his shoulders, clutching fabric like youâd fall apart without him there to hold you. The heat rolled back into your spine, faster this time, sharper, your legs shaking in his grip.
He felt it.
He always did.
Your body tightened in his hands, and he let out a low, ragged sound â the kind that told you he was losing his own composure just as fast.
âLet it happen,â he growled against your neck. âI want to feel cum again.â
Your body didnât even hesitate.
The command left his lips, and you broke again â instantly, violently, body seizing from having cum thre times back-to-back. Your breath caught, your entire frame tightening painfully in his hold as the release wracked through you once more.
Bi-Han couldn't even stop at this pointâdidn't want to stop.
He didnât even slow down.
If anything, he drove into you harder, determined to drag every last tremor out of you. The intensity of it made your legs jolt around him, your fingers clawing at his shoulders until you couldnât hold back another cry.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, desperate to muffle the loud, hitched squeal that escaped you anyway. Your head tipped back and bumped the door with a dull thud, your body twitching helplessly in his arms, every muscle shaking from how relentlessly he kept pushing you through the high.
Bi-Han felt it all.
Every shiver.
Every flutter.
Every tiny jolt that said you were completely undone.
A shaky, breathless laugh broke out of him â rough, disbelieving, overwhelmed by how fiercely you reacted.
âLook at you,â he muttered against your skin, voice unsteady with heat and something close to awe. âYou canât even breathe without falling apart on me.â
His grip on your thighs tightened, pulling you even closer as he pinned you to the door, absorbing every tremor running through your body.
And gods, you were still shaking.
Still clinging to him.
Still reacting exactly the way he wanted.
Your hand slipped away from your mouth, your breath breaking into tiny, desperate sounds as you tried to form words.
âBi-Han⌠pleaseâ ahhâ insideâŚâ your voice cracked, hips jerking helplessly against him. âI wantâ nghâ I want you to fuck me properly.â
Shameless.
Feral.
Begging for him.
Bi-Han froze.
Just for a second.
A rough, guttural growl tore out of him, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as if your words punched the air out of his lungs. His whole body went rigid, every muscle pulled tight with the effort of not losing himself right there against your front door.
He drew in one long, controlled breath â the kind that barely held him together â then shifted his grip on you, lifting you higher, securing you against him like he had no intention of letting you slip even an inch.
Then he moved.
Fast.
He bent just enough to snatch the fallen keys off the ground, keeping you pinned to him the entire time. He didnât even waver. Not once. His strength barely faltered as he shoved the key into the lock with sharp, impatient precision.
The door clicked open.
He kicked it wide with his foot, stepped inside without breaking stride, and slammed it shut behind him with a force that rattled the frame.
You didnât even get the chance to breathe before his mouth found your neck, his grip tightening like he was seconds away from completely giving in to everything youâd just begged him for.
He carried you straight to the dining room, barely giving the darkness time to settle around the two of you. With a hard exhale, he set you on the table â not gently, not carelessly, but with the kind of control that said he needed you spread out in front of him right now.
He straightened slowly.
His eyes dragged over you, dark and burning, pinning you in place better than his hands ever could. Apparently, three orgasms didn't count as properly fucking you, huh?
âFuck you properly, hmm?â he echoed, a sharp grin cutting across his face as he stepped closer. His hips rolled once â shallow, taunting, testing your reaction â his voice dripping with smug heat. âSweetheart⌠I donât think you can handle what youâre asking for.â
You should have let that go.
You should have bitten your tongue.
But your mouth betrayed you long before your brain could interfere.
âIâd bet Tomas and Kuai would do it better than this.â
The second the words slipped out, your eyes flew wide.
Silence hit the room like a blade.
Bi-Han froze.
Absolutely still.
Not a breath.
Not a sound.
Not a flinch.
Just his stare â heavy, unreadable, dangerously calm â dragging down your body before locking onto your face.
Then everything snapped.
His hands clamped onto your hips, and he moved with a force that stole the air from your lungs, the sudden intensity making you cry out. The shift in his rhythm was brutal â the restraint from outside shattered, replaced by a raw, punishing urgency that tore helpless, high-pitched sounds from your throat.
You couldnât stop them.
You couldnât bite them back.
He didnât give you the chance.
A broken wail tore out of you, your back arching off the table, fingers scrambling for something to hold onto as he drove the breath straight out of your body again and again.
Some part of you â a wild, reckless part â whispered a hysterical thank-you that youâd opened your mouthâŚ
The rest of you cursed it.
Because Bi-Hanâs reaction was overwhelming â feral, possessive, merciless â and every second of it felt like punishment for even daring to say another manâs name.
Bi-Han didnât slow down.
Not even when you tried to suck in a breath.
Not even when your spine arched off the table.
Not even when your hands scrambled for anything to hold onto, cunt burning in oversensitivity.
He leaned over you, chest brushing yours, his mouth finding your ear with terrifying precision. His breath hit your skinâhot, ragged, furious.
âYou think they could do this?â he snarled, voice breaking into a dark, guttural rasp. âYou think either of them could handle you when youâre like this?â
His rhythm didnât falter.
Not once.
âYou think Tomas could make you shake like this?â he hissed, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. âThink Kuai could keep up? Think either of them could even touch you without falling apart?â
You tried to speakâ
you tried.
âBiâ B-Bi-Han, I didnâtâ I m-meanââ
The words came out a ruined stutter, your breath catching on every sharp movement he forced through your body.
He laughed.
A low, breathless, vicious thing that vibrated against your neck.
âWhatâs wrong?â he mocked, voice dripping with heat. âYou had plenty to say before.â
You shook your head desperately, trying again, your voice tumbling out in small, broken pieces.
âIâI didnât meanâ I wasnâtâ pleaseâ Iâm sorryââ
But his next movement shattered what little sentence you had left.
Your apology fell apart on your tongue, dissolving into a strangled sound you couldnât hold back. Your legs tightened unconsciously, your hands curling toward his shoulders without coordination.
He dragged his mouth along your jaw, voice a dark growl.
âPathetic,â he murmured. âLook at you. Words all gone. Brain all gone. And you thought someone else could do better?â
You made a noiseâhigh, breathless, almost panicked at how overloaded you felt.
He smirked against your skin.
âThatâs what I thought.â
His hand slid up your ribs, gripping you harder, making your breath break again.
âSay their names now,â he whispered, venomously soft. âGo on. Try.â
You didnât know why you did it.
Maybe it was spite.
Maybe it was desperation.
Maybe it was that thin, reckless thread inside you that always snapped when Bi-Han pushed you this far.
But you moaned out their names.
Soft.
Shameless.
Barely formed.
âTâTomas⌠K-Kuaiââ
Bi-Han went still.
Not silent.
Not calm.
Just⌠still.
A dangerous stillness.
Like the second before lightning hits the ground.
His head lifted slowly, eyes dropping to you with a look so dark it made your stomach flip.
Then a thought crossed his face â sharp, feral, possessive enough to be felt instead of seen.
He released one of your hips, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone.
Your breath caught.
âWaitâ Bi-Hanââ
He didnât listen.
Didnât even pretend to.
He unlocked the screen with a quick swipe, thumb moving with eerie calm as he tapped into his contacts.
Then he pressed a button.
The line began to ring.
He held the phone near your earânot close enough for them to hear you clearly, but close enough that you could hear the ringing loud, sharp, humiliating.
âBi-Hanâ!â you gasped, voice cracking.
He leaned down, his mouth brushing your cheek, his tone low and venomously pleased.
âLetâs see,â he murmured, âhow they react to hearing their names fall out of your mouth like that.â
Your breath stuttered, chest tightening with a mix of panic, embarrassment, arousalâeverything tangled so tightly you couldnât separate one feeling from another.
The phone kept ringing.
Both of their names lit up the screen.
Bi-Hanâs smile sharpened, dark and vicious.
âThey deserve to know,â he whispered, his voice shaking with restrained heat, âexactly what you sound like when youâre begging.â
The phone kept ringing, shrill and merciless in your ear.
Your breath came out uneven, panic and heat twisting together so tightly you couldnât separate them. You squirmed in his hold, not to escape but because the humiliation was almost too much to handle.
Bi-Han didnât let you go.
He didnât even waver.
He moved the phone closer to your faceâthen, with a deliberate swipe of his thumb, pressed the speaker button.
The ringing became louder.
Sharper.
Impossible to ignore.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
âBi-Hanâpleaseâ donâtââ
He leaned down, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper.
âYou wanted to say their names⌠so let them hear you.â
Your stomach dropped.
âAnd if you canât stop making those noises,â he murmured, voice thick with possession, âtheyâll know exactly what puts you in that state. Every little sound you try to swallow.â
Your breath hitched hard.
The phone kept ringing.
He chuckled darklyâbarely a sound, more like a vibration against your skin.
âImagine Tomas right now,â he whispered. âHearing you on the other end. Wondering why you sound like that.â
You shook your head frantically, but the trembling in your body betrayed you.
âAnd KuaiâŚâ he added, tone sinking even lower, âtrying to pretend he isnât listening harder than he should.â
The ringing cutâ
And both of them answered.
A single click.
Two voices overlapping.
âHello?â
âBi-Han? Everything alriââ
They froze.
Because the moment they spoke, a helpless, breathless sound escaped your throatâsoft, broken, undeniably intimate.
The kind of sound no one could misunderstand.
Bi-Hanâs smile widened against your cheek, darkness spilling off him in waves.
âThere it is,â he whispered, savoring it. âSweet enough for both of them to hear.â
You clamped a hand over your mouth, mortified.
But he caught your wrist mid-movement, pinning it to the table beside your head.
âNo,â he hissed gently. âLet them hear you.â
The call stayed open.
Their stunned silence filled the room.
Bi-Han leaned in, voice sharp as a blade and twice as filthy in intent.
âGo on, sweetheart,â he breathed. âGive them something to remember.â
Their shaky breaths bled through the speaker.
Two sharp inhales.
A startled silence.
Then the unmistakable sound of both Tomas and Kuai freezing on the other end, straining to understand what they were hearing.
You wanted to disappear.
Bi-Han wanted the opposite.
He pinned your wrist harder against the table, leaning down until his lips brushed your ear, voice rough with possessive heat.
âSay their names,â he murmured. âRight now.â
Your whole body jolted.
âT-Tomasââ
âK-Kuaiââ
The names fell out of you in broken gasps, barely formed words pushed from your throat because you couldnât hold them back.
The line crackled softly.
Both brothers sucked in a breath at the same time â shaky, involuntary, like the sound of you had hit them dead center.
Bi-Han smiled.
You could feel it against your cheek, slow and vicious.
âListen to them,â he whispered. âStruggling to breathe because of you.â
You whimpered helplessly, but he didnât let go of your captured wrist. His other hand tightened where it held you steady, keeping you in place like he owned every trembling inch of you.
âYou hear that?â he taunted, lifting his voice just enough for the open call. âThatâs what she sounds like when she says your names.â
Another sharp inhale from the speaker â soft, stunned, shamefully audible.
Bi-Hanâs tone darkened, becoming something low, territorial, and dripping filth.
âBut donât fool yourselves,â he growled, voice dropping to a deadly whisper near your mouth. âSheâs not making those sounds for either of you.â
Your breath stuttered, your free hand clutching at the table edge.
He angled the phone closer, ensuring every breath you let out carried across the line.
âGo on,â he commanded, voice a slow drag of heat. âShow them whoâs actually making you feel like this.â
You shook your head in mortified panic â but he grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze up to him, holding you still with frightening, effortless control.
âSweetheart,â he breathed, âI said moan.â
His thumb stroked the corner of your mouth, a cruel parody of tenderness.
âGive them the truth,â he said. âLet them hear who you come apart for.â
Your voice broke.
A soft, helpless sound left your lips â the kind you couldnât swallow down even if your life depended on it.
On the other end of the line, both brothers made tiny, involuntary noises â the kind men make when theyâre stunned, affected, and trying desperately not to react.
Bi-Han shivered in pleasure at the sound.
âThatâs it,â he whispered. âGive them more.â
You heard itâthat tiny, shocked whisper of your name.
ââŚY/N?â
It was Tomas.
Barely audible.
Barely breathing.
The sound hit you like a pulse of heat, your fingers twitching uselessly against the table.
Then Kuaiâs voice followedâquiet, fractured, like he didnât know whether to speak or hang up.
âBi-Han⌠whatâ what are we hearing?â
Your lungs seized.
You wanted to respond.
To deny it.
To explain.
To breathe.
But nothing came out.
Bi-Han didnât let you try.
He leaned down, mouth brushing your cheek, voice a low blade dragged across your nerves.
âAnswer them,â he taunted softly. âOr is your mind too far gone already?â
Your lips parted, a sound barely forming.
âT-Tomas⌠Kuai, Iââ
Nothing else came out.
Your voice broke apart, dissolving into something breathless, unsteady, completely useless.
Tomas inhaled through the lineâ
shaky, involuntary, stunned.
Kuai murmured your name again, the sound tight like he was fighting something in his throat.
âAre youâ are you alright?â
Bi-Han laughed.
Not loud.
Not cruel.
Worse.
Deep, breathless, triumphantâthe sound of a man reveling in exactly how undone you were.
He put the phone even closer, letting the static catch every tiny breath you couldnât hold back.
âYou hear that?â he said to the brothers, his voice dripping poison-smooth. âShe canât even speak.â
Your fingers curled helplessly in the fabric beneath you.
âLook how quiet she gets,â he went on, taunting, savoring. âAll that backtalk earlier⌠gone.â
Your head tipped back, vision blurring, your whole body shaking from the sheer psychological overload.
And the worst partâ
the part that made your stomach twist and your pulse spinâ
You didnât care about the call anymore.
Not one bit.
Shame had melted into heat.
Embarrassment into helplessness.
Your mind into static and Bi-Hanâs voice.
He felt it.
Of course he did.
A dark smile curved at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in close enough for his breath to slide against your throat.
âI told you,â he murmured, smooth and venomous, âyouâd fall apart for me.â
Your name whispered from the phone againâfragile, stunned.
And Bi-Han whispered back, for you alone:
âLet them listen. They canât touch you.â
Your chest tightened, your breathing breaking in short, desperate little bursts.
You were gone.
Completely.
The moment he felt you unravel completelyâmind blank, breath broken, body trembling in his handsâsomething in him snapped.
His movements sharpened.
The rhythm shiftedâharder, faster, unrestrainedâa sudden rush of intensity that made your whole body jolt against him.
You gasped, fingers clawing instinctively at the table, your back arching as the world blurred into heat and sound and the weight of him above you.
The phone was still on speaker.
But neither of you remembered it existed anymore.
The only thing you heard was him.
His breath.
His voice.
The low, ragged sounds spilling from his throat as the last of his restraint shattered.
âBiâBi-Hanâ!â you tried to warn, tried to breathe, but the words dissolved instantly into something soft, high, completely uncontrollable.
The table creaked beneath you.
Your legs trembled.
Your mind went white around the edges.
He leaned over you, bracing one hand beside your head, his breath rough against your cheek as he lost himself fully in the moment.
âGodsâlook at you,â he rasped, voice breaking, heat dripping from every word. âYou donât even care theyâre listening.â
He was right.
You didnât.
You were so far gone in the haze heâd dragged you into, so overwhelmed by the pace heâd snapped into, that the entire world narrowed to the push and pull of himânothing else.
Your fingers curled helplessly in the tablecloth.
Your lip caught between your teeth.
Your eyes rolled back, vision swimming.
Bi-Hanâs head dropped to your shoulder, a guttural sound rumbling out of himâraw, desperate, almost pained from how deeply he was lost with you.
Neither of you heard Tomas whisper your name again.
Neither of you caught the uneven âis sheâ?â from Kuai.
You were both too far gone.
Breathless.
Consumed.
Moving together helplessly, recklessly, forgetting absolutely everything except the fire between your bodies.
Bi-Hanâs movements turned brutal.
Not reckless â controlled brutality, sharp and consuming, every motion driving you further into the table until you were gasping for air. The force of him rattled through you, each deep, urgent thrust sending sparks snapping behind your eyes.
You felt him start to lose control.
His breath stuttered.
His rhythm broke its precision.
His grip tightened almost painfully around your hips.
He was close.
Dangerously close.
Your body reacted on its own â unable to hold anything in, unable to hold anything back. The tension coiled in your spine snapped all at once, tearing a raw, choked sound from your throat as you fell apart one final time.
âBiâBi-Han!â
His name spilled out of you in a broken cry, your whole body tightening in his hands as the high ripped through you harder and faster than you could brace for.
Bi-Han felt it.
A guttural sound tore out of him â low, ragged, punched from somewhere deep in his chest. The moment your legs trembled and your voice cracked, the last thread of his control snapped.
âGodsââ he choked out, voice shredded.
He drove forward once more â hard, deep, claiming â his entire body seizing with the force of his own release. His breath collided with your shoulder in sharp, uneven bursts as he held you there, pressed fully to him while every muscle in his body tensed.
The only sound in the room was the brutal, uneven panting coming from both of you â your chest heaving, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, his hands still gripping your hips like he couldnât let go yet.
The phone was still on the table.
Still on speaker.
Still connected.
But neither of you cared.
Not right then.
Not when both of you were too lost in the aftershocks, bodies pressed together, breath mingling in the dim room as the world slowly stopped spinning around you.
He exhaled shakily against your neck, the sound raw, exhausted, and far too intimate.
You didnât move.
Neither did he.
You just hung there in the stillness, panting, trembling, recovering â the air thick with everything youâd just done and everything you werenât ready to think about yet.
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
And thatâs when you heard it.
A shaky, uneven inhaleânot yours.
Not Bi-Hanâs.
ââŚoh⌠godâŚâ
Tomas.
Barely whispered, barely formedâlike he didnât mean to let it slip out loud.
Then Kuaiâbreath rough, tight, unmistakably affected: âIs sheâŚ? Are they stillâ?â
His voice cracked.
Your eyes snapped open.
Bi-Han stilled, his shoulders rising in a slow, dangerous breath.
Then another sound filtered through the speakerâ
a choked exhale,
a soft curse,
two men on the other end of a line who had heard far too much and could not hide it.
Bi-Han didnât move.
Didnât speak.
He just shifted his gaze toward the phone lying crooked on the table beside your arm.
The silence stretched.
Thick.
Loaded.
Humiliating in a way that made your stomach flip.
Then Bi-Han exhaled onceâsharp, almost boredâand said in a low, deadpan murmur:
âHope you enjoyed that.â
Your jaw dropped.
A startled laugh burst out of youâhalf mortified, half deliriousâand you slapped a hand over your mouth too late.
Through the speaker, two things happened at once:
Tomas sucked in a breath.
Kuai made a low, strangled noise like he didnât know whether to hang up or turn to stone.
Bi-Han didnât even blink.
He shifted his weight slightly, still catching his breath, still towering over you with that post-storm intensity, and added dryly:
âYouâre both pathetic.â
Another twin inhale from the other endâshaky, shameful, stunned.
You couldnât stop giggling now, soft, breathless little bursts you tried to swallow, but your body was still trembling and your brain was scrambled, and the whole situation was absurdly, painfully, horribly funny.
Bi-Han finally picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, then lifted it just high enough for his brothers to hear the final blow:
[ĘÉ] ââ rule #1: don't make your professor jealous.
[ĘÉ] ââ rule #2: tell him what you want. NEVER keep him waiting.
[ĘÉ] ââ rule #3: you must ALWAYS obey him.
[ĘÉ] ââ pairing ĘÉâ englishprof!leeheeseung x fem!reader
[ĘÉ] ââ warning ĘÉâ 18+, smut, mdni, possessive!evan, jealous!evan, spanking, sexual content, unprotected p in v, fingering, masturbation, dick sucking, sexual tension, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, cum eating, creampie!, using a tie as handcuffs!, d kink used!, oral sex!, cockwarming, using a ruler to spank your ass, pussy spanking, obsessive!evan
[ĘÉ] ââ word count ĘÉâ 6.7k
[ĘÉ] ââ heev4n ĘÉâ hiya angels! wrote a short fic for y'all! I couldn't stop listening to tell me what you want by sasha keable so I decided to make the title! I dedicate this to @vmpiricou â love you đ¤
as a professor who seemed to be soft, reassuring and caring. he has never been this aggravated and cold in his life before.Â
and everyone in the lecture hall could feel it. seething out of his exterior, yet, his soft spoken voice stayed the same, rich and smooth like a freshly brewed cup of hot coffee. but this time, his tone seemed bitter like the lingering aftertaste.Â
the air changed when the powdery sound of chalk dragging along against the chalkboard became aggressive with every word he wrote. it wa echoing through the lecture hall even if the people in the back can hear itÂ
his gentle bambi eyes turned vixen, scanning the entire hall like he was investigating everyone one by one until he sets his eyes on you: on your phone, giggling on whatever was on the screen. he didn't even need to look around the room to know who you were texting.Â
the boy who seemingly held a flirting tone with eyes sparkled with lust. heeseung knew that he was just a guy you were using to make him jealous. but the way you played along looked real. a little too real. he clenches his jaw and fiddles with the chalk in his hand, putting all his anger into it.
he recounts the times where he witnessed the seductive looks, the constant giggling, the lingering touches â the sight before him makes him boil with rage.Â
but he always put his professionalism first before breaking his unwavering exterior. so he resumes class like normal. even if he was putting all his rage onto the chalkboard like it personally offended him.Â
and you knew that he was seething with rage. you could smell it from a few rows away as he smiled like everything was okay.Â
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his breaking point was when you showed up to class in his favourite skirt he always loved seeing you in. it flows softly with every step you took like it was orchestrated with every move you make. and he knows you could feel his gaze on you, the way his fist turns white with rage, suffocating the pencil that he was once playing with, now grasped with pure rage.
his eyes follows your path, eventually settling on the boy who's been hanging around you like a leech ever since last week. for the boy who observed from afar who seemed to have confidence, was now is at a loss of words. heeseung's eyes turned dark as he watches the way the boy's eyes widen at the sight before him, analyzing the way the lustrous gaze turned worse. and here u were, smiling like everything was normal when it was far from it.
your skirt was too short and heeseung can practically see your panties from metres away. lace panties. one thing that he loves seeing you in.Â
he clenches his jaw and fiddles with the chalk in his hand, putting all his anger into it. he watches you and the boy sit down beside each other, waiting for when the clock struck the scheduled time.
one thing you knew not to do was to never piss him off.
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now here you were, laid perfectly on his lap with your perfect ass out on display as he spanks your ass with a ruler.Â
"mmpfh!" a loud echoing slap booms through the room. you feel a lingering sting on your ass, the sudden contact on your skin made you spiral. you hissed when you felt his hand gently place to where the source of pain was, rubbing soft circles against your pink flushed skin. "are you still counting doll?" his voice was soft yet stern, sending shivers down your spine. "y-yes." you whimpered, the pain was starting to overwhelm your senses. you don't even remember what number you were on due to the overstimulation of him spanking your ass to release his anger.Â
he gives you another spank, earning an angelic whimper to escape from your sweet lips and he smirks as he feels you trying to hold yourself together. "what number was that?" you froze, heart dropping in your chest. "i-" your breath hitches, trying to make up an answer but nothing leaves your lips. you immediately hear him kissing his teeth in utter disappointment. "tsk tsk tsk wrong answer." he spanks your ass again. "now we have to restart again sweet girl."Â
you yelp, body jerking out of spite. "now what are you sorry for." he smacks again and you whimper. "i'm sorr-" you feel another smack. "what was that? I couldn't hear you baby. speak up." you could feel his amusement and his sly smirk through his tone. "i'm sorry forâ mmph! â being a bad girl and âmmfh! â disobeying your orders." he hums, not by satisfaction but the lack of empathy in your words. "is that rightâŚyou couldn't wait patiently for me so you decided to start playing around like the dirty little slut you are?" you couldn't answer so instead, you whimpered in response.Â
"you loved seeing me jealous. loved watching me go insane while you let him get close to you." he growls, his smacks become more aggressive and frantic. you could feel a pool of wetness dripping along your folds as he spanks your ass once again, leaving you to feel helpless under his control.Â
"such a naughty girlâŚâŚyou like pissing me off?" he runs his delicate fingers on the curve of your ass, roaming closer and closer to your wet core. your body jerks at the soft touch of his, tickling over your flushed skin that makes you shiver with excitement. with every stroke, your heart beats faster. you feel your entrance clench at nothing as his fingers were caressing the softness of your skin, leading closer to your sensitive parts. he notices the way your body twitches at the slightest touch that makes him smirk in amusement. he drags his fingers over your wet folds that causes you to jerk violently in his lap.
"oh? you're so soaked babyâŚall this from just spanking?" he caresses your folds again and as expected, you shiver at the contact. this time, his fingers rubs against your wet folds, stimulating every possible noise he can release from you. "fuck baby, you sound so goodâŚi can't wait to ruin you." your breath shortens at that sentence, only making you wetter than before.
to ruin. to you that meant something that was inescapable, a lesson that you needed to learn. your plan by making your professor jealous worked but at what cost? this was a side of him that you've seen but not to it's full extent. every word felt like a foreshadow of what's coming. and you were scared but also excited.
"are you going to be a good girl for me?" his voice was soft, mixed with possession. "are you going to behave like the obedient slut you are?" he answers like a demand. you couldn't muster up an answer, due to the overwhelming sensation of his fingers massaging every sensitive part of your exposed core. and in a flash, he spanks your ass again, the stinging feeling returning like it was biting you back. "don't make me ask again." he growls, the tone of his turned into a demand, the soft spoken demeanor was no longer.Â
"i-i'll behave!" you squeal, feeling his fingers pleasuring your needy core. "good girl. already doing a great job following my instructions." he chuckles out of amusement as he watches you obey so obediently all for him. "tell me, do you deserve my fingers inside of you." he gently draws soft circles on your pussy, your juices coating on his fingers. "y-yes." you let out a breathy moan, sinking your teeth onto the flesh of your bottom lip.Â
"you're gonna have to do more than say yes sweetheart. prove to me that you deserve my fingers inside of you." his words sink into your ears like silk, the softness of his tone curls into your ears like a cradle.Â
"p-please sir, i need your fingers inside of me. use me like a puppet." you wiggle beneath him, showing how needy you were to be pleased. his lips curve into a slight smile, enjoying the sight of your desperation. he feels the rush of blood aching in your skin. he feels the throb of your aching core, begging him to cure the tortuous feeling pooling deep in your gummy walls. he ponders only for a second, contemplating if you really deserved to be pleased. hearing you whine was music to his ears.Â
"tell me you'll be a good girl and maybe i'll give you want." you yelp as the hard wood up against your aching pussy, making your body jerk at the sudden contact. "i'll be a good girl for you s-sir." your voice was soft, almost like a whisper, cracked and squeaky as you try to numb the pain.Â
you stir beneath him with a soft breath that escapes your lips, showing how needy you were getting. you feel his fingers glide up your soaked folds, creating a buzz of sensitivity to roam down your spine with every soft, gentle touches that make your body jerk on the spot. you feel a finger pressing into your entrance, making you shudder as he continues to shove deeper into your gummy walls. it pulls a moan out of your mouth as your soft padded walls were automatically clenching onto his finger like you were both connected. "h-hee.." your voice was breathy, cracking as you continue to feel the pressure getting tighter and tighter.
"damnn babyâŚ.you're so tight.." he curls his finger, your body shifting in his lap. "you're sucking my finger in so goodâŚthink you can take another one?" and without waiting on your answer, you feel him put a second finger in, and a loud squeal escapes from your thorax as your thighs became to tremble as the pressure became too much to handle.Â
with two fingers inside of you â you were still tighter than ever. he couldn't exactly flex his fingers in the way he wanted to but every curved movement he makes, it seemed to make a sweet moan leave your lips while your body flinched in response. he digs in deep, pressing into your squishy parts to find the trigger. the button that makes you jolt and fully makes you ruined.Â
he begins to move his fingers in a flicking motion as your walls flutter at the same time. your moans become louder as his pace starts to grow frantic. your insides were so warm and toasty, it felt like a hand warmer. "mmphâŚ..fuck.." you bit your lip as you tried to stifle your moans, feeling an overload of pleasure as he moves with in a rapid pace. he doesn't stop. he moves with eagerness but with precision. his pace isn't sloppy but it was fast â in a way that it was controlled.Â
the feeling of his fingers were lingering in the deep tunnel of your core, pumping into you deeper and deeper as your body begins to squirm uncontrollably in his lap at the overstimulation. the slick sound of his fingers against your sopping wet cunt was making his urges worst. he feels a tinging sensation flowing through his veins, making his blood rush with adrenaline, and he wanted to the feeling linger so his movements began to strike faster, almost out of instinct. and it only made you wetter and the scene more lewd.Â
you were throbbing, flushed and drenched by your juices speaking than words could ever express. a series of broken moans begin to fall out of your mouth, trying to interrupt every sentence you tried to form. you attempt to fight against the stimulation by forming sentences fast but they always end up interrupted by an accidental moan.
"y-you'r-re goiâ!" your chest heaves up and down rapidly as you part your lips to create anything that sounded audible.Â
"hm? what's that? you're going to have to speak properly princess." he smirks. he fucking smirks. the sight was amusing and the sounds that were escaping felt like music to ears. he feels himself getting more and more aroused with every thrust his fingers make. he was getting hungrier and hungrier for more and his desires kept pulsing out of his skin like they were begging to be let out. to have control over his body.Â
you were still struggling to speak, gasping for air that was enough to support you from losing your own breath. you tried to calm your chest from breathing heavily but your body was speaking with a mind of its own, expressing how close you were, approaching to your limit.Â
your walls began to clench tighter around his fingers and he notices. "are you getting close?" his soft spoken voice talking through the erotic sounds of your pussy gushing. you nod your head as you feel your stomach twist and everything started to feel more sensitive than before. "are you going to cum princess..?" his fingers don't stop. they break through every barrier of walls sucking his finger in, making him work twice as hard to reach the sensitive parts.
you nod your head violently as your muscles begin to feel taut, your toes curling in your shoes, you swore you were going to create a hole in them. his fingers keep moving, maintaining the pace as you were about to chase your high. his pace was getting faster and faster and the knot in your stomach begins to fold and tighter and tighter as the sensation was building up and getting ready to releaseâ
until.Â
"i don't think you deserve to cum princessâŚyou still haven't convinced me you're sorry." your body was trembling, thighs twitching aggressively as you feel him slow down. you whine beneath him, letting out a small cry of pleasure as you shake your hips for more. "ah ah ah behave." he could sense your pouty lips and desperation from the way you continued squirm and brings your hips up to push his fingers even deeper. he gives a few more soft thrusts before it slides out of your pussy, your cunt clenching around nothing now that all you felt was a aftershock of your soon to be orgasm as it lingers.Â
his fingers were doused in your juices, the toasty feeling disappearing as the cold air engulfs the warmth. he brings his fingers up to his mouth, giving a small kitten lick that made his stomach churn in excitement. you tasted so sweet, sweeter than anything he's had this past week. the taste has him licking his lips, trying to savour the flavour before it disappeared. he continue to lick every drop he collected, pulling away with a soft pop before he dives back in to get every crevice.Â
your body turned limped, your thighs were calming down but the tremors were still presence. they were twitching slightly as your muscles finally relaxed, riding out the remaining stimulation.Â
there is a heavy silence between the both of you. all you could hear was the small pops that would occasionally break the barrier. you didn't utter a word but responded with soft breaths. you heard a loud, exaggerated pop before you hear him speak.Â
"get up." he leans back against his chair giving you space to leverage yourself. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. you part your lips but you stopped yourself before you could say anything, not wanting to pry further. you rise from his lap, almost falling over as you settled your weight on your feet, your thighs beginning to tremble aggressively. you eased off, now standing in front of him, leaving space between the both of you. the room was silent, surging with tension and his bambi eyes scanned your entire frame like he was envisioning all the possible ways he could punish you. but he really wanted you to feel torn â aching â dazed.Â
"strip for me." you freeze.Â
"w-wha-"
"you heard me, strip. now." he interrupts and you look at his eyes only to immediately do as you're told.Â
and just as you were about to take a step. "you stay there." you watch him unbuckle his pants. the buckle of his pants loosens, the metal creating a sharp sound that made you tremble in anticipation. you feel a stream of goosebumps prickle on your skin with every slight move he makes. the sight before you made you feel small and helpless, the way he held eye contact with your figure with eyes laced with desire, the most inhumane fantasies that swells in his brain. his gaze drifted like he was painting you with his mark, claiming your body without touching. he can feel his urges pressuring him to ruin you and be fucked like the slut you are, but he knew in order for you to learn your lesson, he has take things slow and if it meant edging you till you cried then so be it.Â
his hands move without a second thought, slow and precise as he tugs his pants down, revealing a large font that reads "PLAYBOY" with a little bunny placed right beside the large letters along the waistband of his jet black boxers.Â
you could see a hardened bulge poking through the fabric like it was begging to escape. you gulp in suspense when he slowly peels off every layer of fabric one by one, agonizingly slow. you stood there, fully exposed as he continued to stare like he was burning holes into your body. you fidget with your fingers, trying to stimulate the rising heat flowing through your skin but as much as you tried to cool yourself down, you felt weak under his lustful gaze.Â
he slowly tugs down his boxers, every shift of movement making you shiver with anticipation as his dick twitches with eagerness with the sight of your body enticing him to leave you wanting more. he's seen you naked multiple times before but this exact moment felt different. maybe it's the way you were submitting yourself to him all too submissively like you truly knew where you stood or â it was the fact that he knew that no matter what you did to provoke him â he was always going to win.Â
he continues to pull them down, low enough that his cock springs out. the tip leaking with precum, flushed and swollen. you watch his hand wrap around the base, gently stroking as his hand becomes coated with his own juice, softly moaning as he bites his lower lip trying to catch every moan that was threatening to escape. as much as he tried to hold up the strict facade, he was truly desperate to be inside you but he wouldn't fold so easily.Â
you feel your stomach flutter as your eyes widen at how flushed his dick looked. you gulped at how big he was. it's been a little while since you've both done anything risky because of busy schedules, overload of assignments and grading, there wasn't a moment where you both could relax.Â
especially heeseung. with the semester almost coming to a close, he's been getting endless emails, printing out exams, attending meetings, grading the last remaining assignments while also trying to balance his personal life and you.Â
the week has left him stressful to the point where he neglects you sometimes. it's not on purpose but the exhaustion has taken a toll on his body. occasionally, he finds himself spacing out with his eyes feeling heavy, before he catches his consciousness.Â
he promises that he always will give you is undivided attention but trying to tackle with tight schedule made him forget the promises he made.Â
and you being petty and needy, his ignorance made you feel more clingy and horny. you've already finished all your exams so the entire cohort gets to start their summer break while the professors have to put the grades in at the expected deadline.Â
but that little stunt you pulled had only made the situation worse. yet, you got what you wanted at the end of the day either if you've won or thought you did.Â
"see this? this could have been inside of you but you decided to behave like a brat." his hands glide up and down his shaft as his eyes were fixed on your own, scanning your perfect features. he finds you chewing on your lip, a little habit you make whenever you're nervous or aroused. he catches your chest stammer, fluttering as he stared at you with hungry eyes, watching your eyelids look towards the ground. "i'm sorry.." your voice, quiet as a whisper.Â
"you want this? you want daddy's cock?" you slowly look up to see him stroking faster as he softly moans. "yes.." you softly whisper. you couldn't look him directly in the eye as his gaze was too dangerous, one look and you already felt embarrassed. the petty, confident behaviour soon leaves your body as you accidentally look into his covetous eyes, a pretty sight that makes you daydream but one that is beholding and fearful.Â
"my eyes are up here sweetheart." his voice was demanding but not enough to startle you but to tell you how much he controlled the room. "you want to make daddy feel good?" the serious tone that he held disappeared, replacing with one that felt smooth like silk on stone. you nod as you stood there with quivering feet and a desperate ache that needed to be filled. "use your words baby doll. tell me what you want. "Â
"i want you to put me in place daddy. use me like your personal fuck toy." his eyes darken while his dick twitches in his hand, urging to feel your touch. you watch his hand slow down, pre-cum glistening over his hands.
"good girl..now come here and get on your knees." you slowly walk towards him, lowering yourself as you look up at him with the position of you in between legs as he leans back in his chair. "suck it and don't try to use any teeth. if i feel you use your teeth. we're ending it here, do you understand?" your eyes widen as his words hiss in your ears. "y-yes daddy." you whimper.Â
"good girl, now go on, suck my cock." he leans back against his chair and you stare. the tip of his cock was flushed and full of pre-cum, it was a sight you truly haven't seen in a long time. there was an unbearable silence that filled the room as you wrapped your hands around his cock, you gently stroked the base of his dick, feeling it pulse in your hand. he gasps softly, softly moaning as he tried to calm himself down. he feels shivers go down his spine as your soft hand gliding the structure smoothly.
you gave him a few more strokes until you wrapped your mouth around his swollen tip. he tips his head back, silently cursing at how warm your mouth was. it was so cozy and inviting that his pulse was starting to quicken as you slowly tried to fit him in entirely in your mouth. your eyes start to water the deeper you pushed, tears were glossing over your vision as his size was breaking through every barrier. you stopped halfway, the pressure beginning to clench as you feel your breath starting become unstable. "f-fuck!" he groans, his lips slightly parting to let out small gasps.Â
you began to rock your head back and forth, slowly and carefully. the stretch of his dick was hitting the back of the throat, making the tears stream down your face. "your mouth feels so good baby." he looks down at his lap, watching your head flick up and down as he sees your salvia coating every inch, getting wetter and messier. he pants, every motion began to feel tighter and tighter in his stomach. he needed a release. he can feel that you were resisting, to play it safe. but he needed to ruin your mouth.Â
he grabs a fist of your hair, pushing your head all the way down. he groans lowly, hissing as his entire length was fully in your mouth now. your eyes widen with shock, with the pressure becoming overstimulating. your hands clenched into fists as you feel your breath shouting for a release. to regain stability. you could hear him curse under his breath like he was praising the softness of your mouth, like he still wasn't used to the feeling.Â
his hips jerk up, feeling the tip punch the back of your throat and you moan at the feeling. his hands was keeping your head still as he thrusts his dick in a rhythmic pattern. with every thrust swallowing your breath, wrecking your mouth as you clenched your eyes shut, as he does anything but slow down. the sensation was overbearing your thoughts like it was invading something it shouldn't. "h-holy fuck.." the words leaves his lips like he saw something that broke through his exterior, the sight was bringing him closer to his own limit. he curses at himself for almost reaching his limit sooner than he anticipated, but the pleasure was too addicting for his own good.Â
your salvia begins to drip down, thick and slow like honey. his pace becomes more sloppy but still hungry for more. at this point, you felt like you were going to faint with the pace he was going at. it was brutal with the slam of his hips punching deeper and deeper into your throat like it was digging for answers that you couldn't explain. but with every thrust he was jabbing, it felt like your mouth was starting to relearn the shape of his cock that has been untouched for what seemed like ages. and his desires were responding with the answers you were looking for. he was just as desperate as you. to feel full. loved. to fill the hole that was emptied out.Â
"i'm getting close babyâŚ.i'm gonna cum in your mouth.." his hips stammer, ragged breaths leaving his lips as his cock continues to disappear with every roll of his hips. your moans were broken with every thrust hitting the back of your throat, treating your uvula like a punching bag. "fuckfuckfuck." he quickens his pace at the last second as you squeal at the brutal stimulation, ending off with a thrust that shoots a thick substance into your throat. your cheeks begin to puff as his cream fills every surface of your mouth.Â
he slowly pulls his dick outta your mouth, a string of saliva creating a stringy web to form as his dick oozes with leftover cum as it releases from your mouth. your lips were drenched with your own drool and his milky cream smeared all over your plump lips.Â
"fuckâŚ" he breathes, taking a deep inhale as his heart was pulsing violently in his chest. "open your mouth for me." you open your mouth, his white substance coating every surface, some threatening to trickle down the corners of your mouth, but he catches it with a soft drag of his finger, placing it back into where it belonged. "so prettyâŚâŚswallow for me." it trickles down your throat, lingering in your mouth like it wanted you to savour the taste of his own arousal.Â
he hums in satisfaction as he catches your throat, watching a lump stream down. "open your mouth." and when you do, he finds not a single drop wasted. he smiles, his eyes softening as he scans your pretty face, he tucks a hair behind your ear, your stomach fluttering at the feeling. "you're so beautiful." you look up at his framed eyes, watching how his eyes sparkle, his pretty gaze never cease to amaze you. it was so innocent like a dream that felt too good. felt too real. it made you forget that there was a dark part of him that was hidden under that gaze. a wolf in sheep's clothing.Â
"but i'm not done with you yet baby. you still have to satisfy me." his eyes dart to your lips and then your eyes and you saw something tick in them. like in a flip of a switch, you felt your stomach tighten, not from fear but from excitement. "bend over on the table." he commands, feeling your skin twitch.Â
you settled yourself on the table, popping your ass out on display. you could see his shadow engulfing your figure, his warm hands on your hips, adjusting to align himself with your entrance. you hear ruffles of fabric as his shadow moves, he removes his jacket, tossing it to the side while letting it rot on the floor like it had no purpose. you felt his hands drag along your skin, delicately as they roam on your stomach, inching their way towards your breasts as you feel a soft pair of lips pressing against your cold flawless skin, feather light to the touch, leaving a trail of lingering heat as you feel them drag higher and higher along the center of your back. you feel a shiver running through your body with his hot breath ghosting over your skin until he reached your nape, kissing along the structure of your shoulders with his hand kneading your breasts with every kiss.Â
you could feel his erection poking at your entrance, making your body jerk as it makes you shift whenever he moves. his lips disconnect from your skin and his hands settle on your hips, pulling you back a bit so he could adjust himself, his cock drags along your soaked folds, flooding your core with his slick. you let out a soft gasp at the swollen hard-on creating friction against you that added onto the heat you were already felt from his own touch.Â
"you're so wet angelâŚ.all nice and prepped just for me. are you ready to take my cock?" he coos, lining himself at your entrance. your slick coating the tip as it brushes ever so softly like it was prepping itself before it disappeared inside of you. you nod your head as your breath begins to falter, waiting for him to ease himself.Â
then you feel him pushing deeper, feeling the warmth of your walls soothing around him. he groans lowly as his nails were digging into the soft fat of your skin as the tightness began to overwhelm his senses. "f-fuck you're so tightâŚ.s-shit." he hisses through his teeth, his framed eyes watching every move as clear as day; watching his dick being swallowed by your hole.Â
he watches your thighs clenching instinctively as your knees were starting to give out as he pushed deeper until his entire length was inside of you. you let out a squeal as you feel your stomach being stuffed full. the way he was entering you with such ease, you swore you were going to cum.Â
your pussy clenched down aggressively as your body was trying to slowly adjust to his overwhelming length. your knees were bucking together as you try to stabilize your trembling legs. you can feel his hips slightly bucking forward as your gummy walls were massaging him and his hands were making imprints on your hips, painting them white from the pressure.he throws his head back, exposing his neck as his adam's apple was forming a noticeable lump as his moans were spilling out with ragged curses.Â
"how can you still be so tight.." he lets out a small puff, pulling out of you before slamming back in. you whimper as the slow action felt too much. it was too teasing. it was winding your thoughts as he was setting a pace that made you feel all the staggering shocks as your body was shaking at his size. "you feel so goodâŚ" the slow drive of your cock was kissing your cervix, receiving a whimper to escape from your throat. "d-daddyâŚhnnghâŚ" you backed your ass into him, a desperate whine flees from your mouth as your head was turned to look at him with desperate eyes and pouty eyes. "be patient dollâŚdaddy wants to take his time." he reaches his hand out to remove strands of air out of your face as his other hand kept you locked in place. you wanted to him the cure ache in your stomach, pleasure the parts that needed a little attention.Â
he felt a bit bad for teasing you, seeing you desperate and wrecked from just his touch alone. your gummy walls were warming his cock like freshly washed blanket that came out of the dryer, it's warming essence still lingering. "fuck it, you feel too good." his grip became bruising and the slow pace became aggressive. the soft glides became a brutal pounding as the slaps of skin were booming through the office. you let out broken moans and ragged curses as you felt your cervix getting punched by his ruthless thrusts.Â
he grunts, your walls were sucking him in as he kept up a rhythmic pace. the way you clench around him was making enter into a daze. it was making his brain all fuzzy as you got tighter and tighter to the point where you squeezing every drop out of him like you were begging for his milk to paint your insides. "f-fuck daddy..hhngh.." you whine as your body rocks back and forth on his dick while your vision was turning all sparkly and hazy. "you're doing so good baby." he says in between thrusts, his breaths turning into pants.Â
he snakes one of his hands around your neck, pulling you up near his lips. you feel his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear. "who do you belong to?" he growls into your ears, his grip becoming firmer. "i belong to you." you whisper, letting out short pants as his cock was still driving into you. "i don't ever want to see you close with him again. understand?" his tone was dark, full of control. you didn't answer right away and the grip became possessive. "understand?" he repeats.Â
"y-yes s-sir." you softly whisper.Â
"good." and with swift moments, he pushes your head down with some force, your head facing against the wooden surface, the cold panels sticking onto your skin from your arousal. his hand remained around your neck while the other was angling you. you felt full, stuffed and overwhelmed. he was fucking you so good that you didn't realize that his grip became looser and his pace became agonizingly gentle. he pulls out of you and you whine at the absence of his dick, clenching around nothing as your body ached for his touch.Â
he shoves all the stationary and his graded papers on the floor, objects clashing together as they rested on the floor. "get on the table." you plopped on the table, now facing him as he shifted in between your legs, already fiddling with his tie. "lie down." your back makes contact with the cold exterior, the icy cold feeling causing your body jerk due to the difference of temperatures.Â
you watched as he rolled up his sleeves before loosening his tie, his skilled, slender fingers unfastening the knots while you stared at his soft hands with admiration while also picturing naughty scenarios. as he undoes, he ties them around your wrists, creating a small knot that was tight enough to restrain any movement but not too much to hurt you. "is it too tight or is it okay." his sweet bambi eyes look at yours with a concern. "it's perfect." you smile as he does the same.Â
he grabs your legs that were dangling along the edge of the table and places them on his shoulders. he drifts his hands along the side of your legs, settling them on your hips, tugging you closer before you felt his dick hovering over your clit. he grabs the base and slowly pushes himself inside once again, your slimy walls inviting him with ease. you both gasp as the pressure began to build up, heeseung tilts his head back as your back arched with your hands tied above your hand.Â
he began to move, the overwhelming feeling biting back. he hisses, eyes fluttering as his glasses were drifted away from his vision. the tightness was something he never got used to, and maybe it was because he forgot the feeling of ecstasy. what it felt like to be released. and once he felt the pleasure, it was something he couldn't let go.Â
the rush of his thrusts were penetrating you that shook your nerves, thumping against your skin as you took him all in. his rhythm was timed and calculated, the type to really delve deep into the spots that were un-cared for. and he groans loud, filthy, his grip creating indents in your skin from his nails, creating crescents onto your soft, smooth complexion. your voice box was crying for help as nothing but broken moans and uneven breaths were slipping passed your lips. the pressure was intense but it was building up inside of you that was sweet and addicting like it was hooking you against him. to stay inside of him to feel the eternal bliss your body craved. "mmph â h-hee!" your teeth instinctively caught your bottom lip as you tried to mute the moans that threaten to escape.Â
he was laser-focused on your pussy, angling you so he can nudge his cock to bruise your cervix, to find the trigger that makes you tick and fall into a deep trance. pleading him for more as you both slip into a daze of irresistible pleasure. "fuck you feel so fucking good â you're mine babyâŚ" he thrusts again and again and again, his rhythm keeping up as you clenched even harder. "mine to breed, mine to fuck." his voice turned into a growl, a threat of possessiveness seething through his words. his jealously started to enrage him as he thought about the boy who looked at you in a way that screamed a desire that was tugging at your strings to just feel a touch or a taste of your attention. the thought of someone looking at you just makes his blood boil with rage. so his pace became rougher with every slam of his hips, making you cry out. "tell me baby dollâŚ.you're not gonna let him use this pussy are you?" his sweet angelic face turned all pouty with his bambi eyes hypnotizing you with every ounce of control he had over you. "n-no daddy." you shake your head as you continued to take his brutal jabs.Â
"good girlâŚ..i'm getting close babyâŚ." he asks as the pleasure made him overly sensitive. you sweet, sultry voice was dripping with a control that was slipping from his grasp. he began sounding desperate and whiny for a release. the sinful sounds of skin against skin was mixing with your moans as he was beginning to chase the high he was longingly craving for. his head was tilted back, his glasses settling on the bridge of his nose that was on the verge of falling, the ways his pace began to speed up when the approach was coiling in his stomach.Â
you could feel your body buzzing with electricity as a tingling feeling was twisting in your stomach. your walls began to clench tighter out of instinct as the approach driving you closer to the edge. the pleasure was clouding your thoughts as you can feel your stomach tighten up.Â
"fuck daddy i'm gonna cum!" you moaned, your back arching and your muscles tightening under your skin. your body was trembling violently, thighs twitching as you feel your release spilled out, coating his dick with your warm fluid.Â
"fuckfuckfuck!" heeseung spilled your insides with his cream, his voice desperate, wrecked and out of breath. his body was trembling as the release took almost everything out of him. he catches his breath, trying to calm down the adrenaline pulsing in his chest. his grip on your hips loosened, an imprint of his own grip marked on your skin, slowly fading away as your skin regained its natural colour. he pulled out of you slowly, both of your releases spilling down your folds. your legs dangle on the edge of the table as he gently places them down.Â
your face was flushed and your body was convulsing from the aftershocks of your orgasm. you lay there, cheat heaving, skin sticky and utterly wrecked by the man who was utterly obsessed with you.Â
á˘đŠ park jongseong x f!reader
á˘đŠ smut, fluff
á˘đŠ wc: 1.7k
á˘đŠ cw: MDNI, explicit sexual content, dom!js, sub!reader, subspace, usage of color system, f!oral, pet names, unprotected penetration, piv, cummin inside
á˘đŠ linnie's lttr: I was gonna post this at 12am KST but... obvi got too crunk last Nite... Anyways here is something short and sweet for jaypril <3 happybirthday to park jongseong, who is the sweetest and most caring man of all time. one thing i really love about jongseong is how caring and thoughtful he is-- he always has meaningful and sincere words to say and carries such a beautiful and mature mindset. everyday, u can tell that his passion continues to shine, and i'm excited to see him shine even brighter as more time passes <3 also i was inspired by this song if it helps to listen to something while reading! moreso the vibe not the meaning of the song LOL but please enjoy for jaypril <3 happy jay day!
Itâs not that your thoughts wouldnât sit still. It was more like your brain was too still.
Your thoughts slipped through your fingers like water; every attempt to gather them dissolved the second you tried to make sense of anything. The room felt so, so hot⌠and you werenât sure if it was the air or just your sweet boyfriend lingering everywhere. You really tried to focus your blurred vision, but your irises kept rolling to the back of your head like it was an instinct.
âBabyâŚâ
You let out a soft mewl in response to the saccharine call of your name, granted to you by Jay as he gently caressed his palms from your waist and down to your hips. His hands were so warm, igniting your nerves as they created a drag path across your body line. Jay was saying something, and you could barely make out the outline of his pretty lips moving to formulate words, but your ears werenât registering what they were saying.
Amidst your haze, you caught the soft question, âColor, baby?â
You blinked and whimpered out a broken, âGreenâŚâ
You felt his lips press against your forehead, bringing you back to reality before you quickly slipped back into the hazy space that Jay soothed your mind into. âSweet, sweet girlâŚâ
âJayâŚâ You breathed out.
âIâm here, baby, âm your JayâŚâ He cooed.
God, this was Jayâs favorite sight.
His sweet, sweet baby⌠so, so soft and dazed for him.
He lowered his mouth to your dripping cunt, which was leaking the delicious nectar that his taste buds were craving. He suckled gently on your clit as his tongue prodded in within the heat between your glossy folds. He let out a muted grunt as his muscle was coated in your arousal, saliva and secretion flooding the heat of his mouth. You let out whiny mewls as he eagerly lapped at your pussy, your body writhing around in response.
âSweet, sweet, sensitive baby⌠so tasty fâme, my love.â
Jayâs voice was ringing in your ears, finally registering somewhere within the cloudy and foggy scene of your mind. âJayâŚâ you helplessly called out.
âOh, baby, what do I do with youâŚ?â
You could only feel the hot sensation of his tongue laving over your pussy lips and the grounding sensation of his palms pinning your body to the bed. Your thighs kept trembling, threatening to close shut. Every time, he nudged your legs back apart with his hands, as if forcing them into a welcoming embrace as a greeting for his mouth. You blinked slowly, your mind being controlled by the pleasurable feeling Jay was oh-so carefully and slowly drawing out of your body.
âMmm, JayâŚâ You breathed out.
âIâm here, babyâŚâ He reassured you. He suckled harder on your clit, earning himself a loud and mouse-like squeak from your lips. He laughed, an airy sound that traversed through your ears and slipped past your brain.
âFâ feels goodâŚâ you managed to stammer out despite your sluggish tongue threatening to loll out of your mouth.
âIâm glad, baby, I love making you feel good,â he mumbled against your lower lips, suckling on your bundle of nerves. You whined, knees pulling up into a butterfly as your hands uselessly pawed at his hair. âItâs okay, baby, grip my hairâŚâ he gently led one of your hands to hold his hair. You weakly tugged at his strands, the locks falling over elegantly to lay over his forehead.
âMmm, mmm!â You whimpered, body contorting as your hips jolted to meet his mouth. He hissed as your delicate grip on his hair turned tight, gripping his hair with all the strength your frail figure could muster up. âJaâ JayâŚâ his name spilled from your lips in babbles. âJay, âm gonn cumâŚâ you whimpered, voice cracking.
âIâm here, baby, Jayâs hereâŚâ he reassured you, the mumbles of his speech vibrating your core. You whimpered, squealing as you came on his lips. Jay lapped up every bit of your essence, soaking his tongue with your taste. Your vision blurred with tears, a few cascading down your cheeks as you came down from your high. You blinked, and suddenly Jayâs face was hovering over you.
âBaby, you still green?â He softly asked, gently caressing your hair next to your ear. You swallowed and nodded, sniffling.
ââm green, JayâŚâ You answered. He smiled, warmth flooding his heart as he stared into your lovedrunk eyes, pupils dilated and heart-shaped for him and him only.
âGood, good girl⌠My sweet babyâŚâ He praised, his tender words making its way into your heart through your ears. His fingertips delicately tapped their way back up from your thighs to your hips. âGonna give you my cock, and fill you up with my cum. Would my baby like that?â He asked, his voice so sweet and gentle as always. You swallowed again, trying your best to muster up a response to Jay. He always liked it when you verbally answered him, but it felt like he was invading your Wernickeâs region with how clouded your brain was with him.
âMâ mmmâŚâ You mumbled. âYes, wanâ itâŚâ You responded, blinking with heavy lids. Jayâs lips formed that perfect smile that seemed permanent on his face whenever he looked at you. He gently coaxed your legs open, spreading them to reveal your prettiest parts to him. He gently exposed your hole to his eyes, parting your lips to see your most vulnerable areas.
âPretty⌠my pretty and sweet girlâŚâ He spoke, his tone holding nothing but admiration and adoration for you. He hissed as he wrapped his thick fingers around the base of his cock. You exerted as much effort as you could to peer down at the sight of him entering you, and your hard work was rewarded as you watched him with keen eyes as he eased his thick tip into your dripping hole.
âJâ Jay!â You moaned, voice high and needy. He moved his hand from your hip to intertwine his fingers with yours, anchoring your body to his. âJâ Jay, sâbigâŚâ You mewled. He nodded, his hair falling into his face, obscuring his handsome visage from your blurred eyes.
âI know, I know, baby⌠Taking my cock so well, I love youâŚâ He murmured.
âLâ love you, JayâŚâ You didnât hesitate for a second to respond back. His heart swelled at your declaration despite your stupor. âJâ Jay, fâ full⌠Fillinâ me upâŚâ You hiccuped. He moved his other hand from his cock to hold your other hand, his fingertips curling into your knuckles, securing you in place under him.
âGood girl, fuckâŚâ He breathed out. âYouâre so good⌠Took my entire cock, so fuckinâ good, babyâŚâ His exhales became ragged, voice shaky with the sheer amount of desire strumming across his nerves. He gently began pushing in and out of you, groaning quietly from the feeling of your warm heat enveloping his girth. Your needy hole was sucking him in eagerly, taking what your body so desperately craved. He untangled his fingers from yours, pressing his thumbpad against your clit and applying barely any pressure.
You squealed, hips squirming and body contorting as Jay fed your body more and more pleasure. âJâ JayâŚâ You huffed out. âMmmâŚâ Your sounds were stuck in your throat, needing to come out but having no energy to do so. Tears began cascading down your cheek, dripping down and leaving streaks in its wake, and Jay loved it. (Although, he was too ashamed to admit that the sight of your tears got him even harder.)
âBâ Big⌠âs so good.â Your mind could only conjure these simple words, too tired out to try to articulate the pleasurable feeling of Jayâs fat cock stretching you open, allowing you to experience an indulgence that only he could provide. He gently rubbed your clit with his thumb, wanting to feel your tight cunt squeeze around him. And you granted him that wish, of course, warm walls and soft muscles tightening around his cock, clamping down with a pressure that he could only describe as blissful.
His thrusts were deep, yet slow, his hips a soft pendulum of love and lust combining to show you how much he loved you. You unfurled your hand from his to grip his bicep, digging your fingertips into the taut and firm muscle of his arm. âJâ JayâŚâ The call of his name mushed into a garble.
âIâm here baby, Jayâs hereâŚâ He softly crooned in your ear. You sniffled, tears continuing to stream down your face.
âJay, feels really goodâŚâ You panted. âJay, âm think âm gonna cum, Jay, wanna cum, may I cum, please?â You whimpered like a wounded animal. He laughed, endeared by your polite manners despite how clouded your mind was.
âYes, you may, baby. Cum for me, hm?â Jay cooed. You let out a choked sob, writhing about as your cunt squeezed around him, your orgasm blooming from your body as if finally allowed to blossom. He groaned, a deep sound bellowed from his chest as he felt your muscles massage his cock, milking out his own orgasm.
âJayâŚâ A wispy call of his name left your lips as you felt his warm semen fill your pussy, flooding your canal to the brim. His hips remained pressed up against yours, his hot breaths lingering on your face as he looked down at you. You were beautiful, so beautiful that your visage looked like a fantasy to him. He blinked once, then twice, just to make sure that you were real. Your eyes, so fucking dazed, and lips parted to exhale feathery huffs. You were so fucking beautiful for him, a precious and scandalized image encapsulating every loving and lustful feeling that erupted in his chest.
âIâm here, babyâŚâ He softly said, gently sliding out of you, begrudgingly releasing his cock from the tempting hold your pussy had on him. Your clit was throbbing, tired, and properly worn out from his heavy cock making love to you. Your body was craving more, but your head was so, so tired.
So you blinked your heavy eyelids until they lulled you into a haze of slumber, with dreams of Jay clouding your mind.
ŕ˝ËĚľ â ŕ˝ little lamb [sim jaeyun] đིུđĽ¨áŠ ×Ý
â summary: you meet a man in the middle of the night, so charming and so alluring.. but something about this man seems so.. dangerous. ââ pairing: killer!jake x fem!reader. (horror au)
â warnings: reader is very naive, jake is a murderer in this omg. blood, weapons such as a knife & crow bar, etc but not used on reader. horror and thriller au please read with caution. mdni. smut. pwp, inexperienced reader, dom!jake, size kink bcuz i canât not write bigdick!jake agenda, dark jokes/humor (?), unprotected sex, oral (f&m rec), fingering, multiple positions (2 smut scenes lol), dacryphillia, car sex, motel room sex, rough sex. yandere jake (?), mention of god once, mentions of murder with descriptions.
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⪊⪨ leeâs note: this is kind of ass since iâve never written something like this before so pls give me some grace đŁ enjoy the halloween special :D
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âDonât go wandering âround a time like this.â The police officer warns you. âIâd be very devastated to see another report of another young individual being murdered in the streets this late at night.â There had been a recent report of a murder happening to a student your age in town. Around a time like this, a lot of crimes occurred, and you couldnât avoid it since it was local.. near you.
You insisted to your friends that you were âokayâ to get home by yourself after the gathering you had at a nearby club. Luckily, that officer caught you at the right time to warn you and escort you back home safely.
âI hope I donât see you out this late when Iâm patrollinâ the area again.â The officer speaks to you once at the entrance of your apartment. The area you lived in wasnât too bad, with a locked and secured apartment building. But there were always crimes that occurred; robberies, stabbings, theft, etc. Murder was not a common thing on your street. Bidding you a good bye, you enter the code to get inside the apartment building.
As the elevator door opens, you lock eyes with a man holding a big black duffle bag, walking out of the building in a rush. He was beautiful. The way that man stood with confidence radiating all over his body, and that small smirk he threw at you when you scanned his figure. But the left side of his cheek had a scratch and mark with what is now dried blood. You wanted to know more about this man. You shouldâve found his presence suspicious, but you dazedly ignored it. Your apartment was small where everybody on every floor level knew each other, and yet youâve never seen this man before. That was a warning itself you once again ignored.
Following his path, but slowly, you see him walk into a dimly lighted alley. Seeing a slightly dented, dull colored white car, the man opens the trunk as you see this all unwinding as you get closer. You walk your steps lightly with curiosity plastered all over your face. He opens the trunk, and an item falls out of his bag, a blood covered silver metal crow bar. Your eyes widen, you canât move. Or you donât want to. You find yourself standing a good arms reach behind the man, your conscious screaming at you to ârun run run!â but all of that is ignored when the man turns to you, another smirk tugging on his face when he sees itâs you. âYou know.. you shouldnât be out here this late doll, especially when youâre wearing this cute little outfit with such a pretty face.â He speaks.
You donât respond, instead your gaze is still fixed on the crow bar that was in his hand. He finds it amusing, by now, a normal person wouldâve ran away. But you stand there, completely still. He doesnât see fear in your eyes. You were entranced by him, a few seconds of eye contact and here you were; a dimly lighted alley with who knows what could happen to you, many things.
He decides to speak again, his eyes not hiding his predatory gaze and scan of your figure, deliberately checking you out.
âWhat brings your pretty face here this late of a nightâ?â Dropping the crow bar back into his duffle bag, zipping it up and closing his trunk. He wipes the blood on his face with the back of his hand, leaning against his trunk, hands going in the pocket of his jacket as he waits for you speak up with an answer. His smirk never leaves his face, chewing on a piece of mint gum obnoxiously.
âI donât know.â You voice soft, eyes looking down at his worn out shoes. The man lets out a loud laugh, walking towards you, hands still in his pocket, as taller figure leans over you, looking at you as if he was gonna eat you up alive. âYou shouldnât be wandering around here so late at night. Any predator wouldâve gotten you as their prey by now, little lamb.â You jump at his words a bit, riiight. You now remember the warning that cop gave to you, but you canât help but say what comes out your mouth. âYou donât happen to be a murderer.. Do youâ?"
Another loud laugh leaves the manâs mouth. No way you really just asked him a question like that. The answer was obviously yes. But he wouldnât say that out loud, âThose were just props, doll. You wouldâve been dead by now if I was a murderer.â You let out a sigh of relief. It was so sad to him at how easily you can believe lies.
No response from you once again, âThe nameâs Sim Jaeyun. Jake or Jaeyun, whatever you want pretty.â He winks at you, one hand moving out of his pocket, you donât flinch or feel fear still. Allowing him to move strands of your hair behind your ear. You easily melt into the touch of this stranger manâs hand. âJaeyun.â You repeat, the irises in his eyes darken at the way you said his name, hand moving to hold the side of your cheek.
âIâm Y/n.â, Introducing yourself, his hand moving away from you and going back in his pocket. Jaeyun wasnât going to kill you.. He wanted you. âAnd what are you still doing here, Y/n?â Jaeyunâs voice deep and filled with fake curiosity. You donât know what had gotten into you, you felt bold, you wanted to be out there more. âI want to get to know you..â Straightening yourself up, fixing your skirt that was slightly rising up. âGet to know me? Huh. How interesting..â Jaeyun chuckles again.
âWell I feel the same way too, sweetheart.â He adds on. You smile, so unknowing of all the things this man has done prior to now. âWhy donât I take you for a little drive â? I have a spot Iâve never shown anybody before.â
The word âNoâ shouldâve came out of your lips, but instead you quickly nodded, taking in his offer of being in his passengers seat.
âIs this spot in the middle of a forest..â Your voice fades as you notice how for the past five minutes, Jaeyun is driving down a dark path with nothing but trees. You thought you mustâve been the funniest person in the world, because with almost anything you said to Jaeyun, he would laugh at you. But it wasnât that, it was the fact you were so gullible. âTrust me darlinâ. Weâre almost there.â He reassured you, a hand resting on your thigh.
Jaeyun wasnât going to harm you. And that was a hidden promise he kept in his head to himself. He couldnât stand the thought of there being a single scratch on you.
âSo what is this spot, Jaeyunâ?â Your eyes light up at the view of a huge field of grass by a small lake. Getting out of the passengers seat, you grab Jaeyunâs hand, walking along the grass, you were practically skipping. âThis place is somewhere I get all of my things done.â He replies to you. You fidget with the bottom hem of your skirt as youâre reminded of his black duffel bag and the crow bar with blood on it. It was as if he could read your mind, âNothingâs bad going to happen to you , Y/n.â He brushes off your doubt, the way your name effortlessly rolled out of his lips made you feel weak in the knees.
He was right, you both just simply sat in the blades of grass that went on for miles, talking about yourselves, getting to know each other; âIâve always wanted to someone this special place of mine.â Jaeyunâs face was happy with content, now that what he said has finally happening, relaxing his back flat on the grass.
Admiring the view of the lake, and the man himself, âItâs such a beautiful place here, Jaeyun..â There goes your soft voice again, and your eyes of adoration. Jaeyun felt like he could become a mad man by any minute now, he felt the desire to keep you close to him, and he wasnât planning on letting you go anytime soon.
Thatâs how you found yourself straddling his lap on the driversâ seat of his car. His lips devouring yours, claiming you as his. You whine against his lips when you feel one of his hands move down to cup at your clothed heat. You hear him let out a deep chuckle as he pulls his lips away, leaving you to feel confused.
Realization hits you like a truck. You were about to sleep with a man you barely know. Despite feeling a deep connection and attachment to Jaeyun, you donât fully know who he is at all.. Or what he does, despite talking for a couple hours by on the field of grass. âSomething on your mind?â Jaeyun hums, his lips trailing along the soft skin of your neck, harshly sucking and marking dark purples spots that can be seen by others.
âWait Jaeyunâ!â You pull yourself away from him. âHm?â â âWhat if someone sees us?â Hesitation in your voice at the idea of that. Itâs not like you a virgin by any means.. You just havenât had sex many times. And especially not at a place where people could see you, even if Jaeyunâs windows were tinted. âDoll. Only murderers would be at a spot like this, late at night. But no oneâs here. And itâs just you and me.â Jaeyun coos.
You felt weirdly comforted by his words. Easing into his touch, placing your lips over his, itâs much rougher this time, his tongue dances his way into your mouth, it was so sloppy as the smacking sounds filled Jaeyunâs car. âWant more Jaeyun..â You pant, the sound of Jaeyun ripping your panties apart filling your ears. Gasping as your arms wrap around his neck, falling forward slightly as he handles you to where he wants.
âYou want me to show you whatâs in my disgusting, twisted mind? To ruin you and keep you to myself? Because baby, once I do all that, you canât leave me.â He warns you, allowing you to rethink your doubts. But you want it all. You donât care that youâve met this man a few hours ago, an unknown man in your highly secured apartment, and how itâs 2:37 am in the middle of the night. You wanted to do something for yourself for once, even if deep down, you knew there had to be more to Jaeyun, he doesnât seem anything like a saint.
You nod rapidly, âGive it all to me Jaeyun. Show me your world.â Your response makes Jaeyun let out a deep laugh at how easy it was to convince you with his words. But, he wasnât lying in anything he said, Jaeyun was going to make sure you stay by his side, forever. You were easy to read, you were the type of girl that had loyalty painted all over her face. You needed someone to lead you in life, Jaeyun was the perfect person to do that for you. He wouldnât lay a single hand on you.
âHave you done something like this before?â Jaeyun raises an eyebrow at you, his cold digits tracing along your folds, collecting your wetness making your breath hitch at the contact. âOnly a few times.. and not anywhere outside either.â You admit, eyes shying away from his. Jaeyunâs free hand pulls up your chin to look at him again, âWas he goodâ?â Jaeyunâs eyes darken at the thought of there being another man before him.
âMmphâ! No! Not reallyâ!â You shriek to reply when you feel one of his fingers plunge into your tight cunt, the warmness of your gummy walls clamping around his singular digit making the cold leave his skin. âCan barely take one finger..â He comments, fingers finding a pace comfortable for you. He adds a second finger in, âDonât worry, baby. Iâll show you what it feels like to be fucked reaaaal good youâll forget about all of the other times and only remember me.â Emphasizing that one word.
âSâ so good Jaeyun!â You cry out, nails digging into his shirt covered shoulders, the pain giving pleasure to him. You feel him quicken his pace, his thick fingers dragging along your tight warm walls, already having your head spinning and seeing the clouds. âTaking it like such a good girl..â He smiles, feeling his bulge strain through the tight confinements of his boxers and jeans at the sounds that left your lips. You tighten around his digits impossibly tighter when his thumb finds its way to rub at your clit, a sensation youâve never really experienced before, and you surely want to feel this again.
âFeels good huhâ?â Jaeyun asks, a smirk ghosting over his face at the sight of tears rolling down your face. Nothing but pure pleasure coursing through your entire body, and he hasnât even stuck his dick into you yet. âYouâll always be mine.â Possessiveness filling his tone as he scissors and twists his digits, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of pure ecstasy, burying your face into the crook of Jaeyunâs neck to conceal your sounds.
âDonât hide those pretty sounds from me.â He growls, the free hand that placed on your waist moving to tug at your hair, pulling your face away from his neck. âMâ close Jaeyun pleaseâ!â You plead, rolling your hips slightly, feeling his fingertips hit right at that one spot so good.
âLet go for me, darlinâ. Show me how good I make you feel.â That was a demand that you didnât mind to follow; body shaking slightly as you calm from the intensity of your orgasm; body flopping against Jaeyunâs chest. Tapping the side of your exposed thigh, pulling your skirt up; âDonât get all tired on me doll. Iâm not done with you yet.â You sit up, pulling your shirt over your head to leave you only in your bra, tits spilling out of the cups.
Jaeyun curses at the sight, hand moving to the back of your bra, unhooking it effortlessly and tossing it to the passenger seat. âSo fuckinâ perfect.â He comments, hands moving to fondle with your sensitive tits, thumbs rubbing roughly over the erected nubs, making you few new sensations, but it wasnât enough. You wanted the real thing, the million dollar prize, his cock inside you.
It was as if he read your mind, his hands leave your tits, making you let out a needy whine with no more contact on your body. Jaeyun tsks at your desperation, hands unbuckling his belt and pulling down his boxers along his pants. You freeze in place, thick cock shiny in glory in the poorly dim lighted car. Pink mushroom tip throbbing angrily, precum oozing out and down along his length.
Jaeyun just really canât help but laugh at you. He was a predator engrossed into his prey, the way your eyes had a slight sparkle from the moment you locked eyes with him, to now; Eyes blinking nervously at the sheer size of him. âYou can take me, canât you, dollâ?â Jaeyun asks, noticing the subtle shift of your gaze, as you slowly nod.
He moves his arms to rest behind his head, leaning back on the drivers seat, giving you a glance to make a move. âJaeyun..â â âWhatâs on your mind dollâ?â You take a deep breath, hands resting on his chest, âIâve never really done this..â You feel embarrassed again, but your eyes donât leave Jaeyunâs this time. âI know, baby. I just wanted to see if you could do it yourself.â âCanât do it without your help, Jaeyun.â You frown, hand moving down to grip at his thick length, your hand not being able to fully wrap around it. Jaeyun hisses at the contact. Moving his hands to move your loose strands of hair behind your ear, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing the side of your face. âI got you, doll.â
Holding your hips to hover your sopping cunt directly over his mushroom tip, your hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life. His placement on your hips allows him to circle your entrance over his tip, collecting your wetness with dripping along his thick length. You look down, not sure if youâre gonna be actually able to take it.
âOh shiiitâ! Youâre still so much fuckinâ tighter than what I thought.â A long groan leaves Jaeyunâs mouth as he slowly pumps his cock into you, you feel every ridge and vein rubbing against your silky walls, bottoming out eventually. Fresh batches of tears cloud your vision as youâve never felt anything this big stuffed into you, and Jaeyun was definitely bigger than that ex of yours that went down on you in the past. âSâ so big.â You whimper out, burying your face into Jaeyunâs neck and moaning against his soft skin. You could feel his tip prodding so deep inside you along with the slow strokes he gave you.
The first few thrusts he gave you were soft and tender, but Jaeyun reminded himself that he wanted to ruin you, to show you what itâs like to actually feel good from him only. âOh godddâ!â You moan out when Jaeyun thrusts his hips up harsher, feeling him in your stomach as a small bulge is poking through your gentle skin.
âIâm far from being god, doll.â Jaeyun smirks, knowing he could quite literally be the devil. âScream my name. Whoâs the one making you feel like this.â He grins at your disheveled figure, desperately holding onto his shoulders as if youâre afraid to crumble and break apart. Youâve never felt like this before, his hips pistoning in and out of you at such a animalistic pace, youâre not sure if you could last longer, and you didnât want to embarrass yourself by cumming too quickly. Screams of you saying Jaeyunâs name rings in his ear, he is overly joyed with your state.
He handles you like a rag doll. Hands on your hips, pulling you and down along his thick length, a white ring forming on his cock as you cream and convulse around him, feeling your orgasm approaching soon. âYou close, dollâ?â He asks, teeth nipping one of your ears. A mantra of yesâ leaving your mouth along with your heavy pants as you pathetically attempt to move your hips to meet his movements. The sound of your soft shrieks along with Jaeyunâs harsh grunts filled the car.
His movements not stopping or changing as you allow the coil in your stomach to snap, coating his cock in your creamy white essence, sobs leaving your mouth as you ride out your orgasm.
âHold it out a little longer fâme doll.â You dive headfirst into overstimulation, Jaeyun continuously bucking his hips up to chase his own orgasm, hips stilling as he shoots thick strings of his cum deep into you. Resting his forehead over yours as you both take a moment to catch your breath. âDid so good for me.â Jaeyun sighs, pulling you off of him, leaving you now empty.
Jaeyun helps you put your clothes back on, but you have no panties. You frown, feeling his cum drip down your thighs. âAre you on the pillâ?â You nod yes. Jaeyun sighs in relief, he couldnât hold himself back today, pulling you back in for a kiss, a string of saliva connecting to the two of you when he pulls away.
âJaeyun. How am I going to go back to my apartment with no panties..â You did not want the other residents to see Jaeyunâs seed drooling down your legs.
âYou just keep your legs closed.â He laughs, spinning the ruined piece of article around his finger.
A week has gone by. Thereâs a pattern you start to notice. You only saw Jaeyun as soon at it hits dark, the familiar car parking at the alley across your apartment building. You never see him during the daytime.. And you still donât know a lot about him. Youâre drawn to him like a magnet, your friends donât understand you at all.
âIt sounds suspicious Y/n, I donât know. You only see him at night?â Belle tells you, sipping her drink. You and your small circle of friends constantly ignored the warnings on the news for young adults to avoid roaming the streets past 8:00pm. All of your figured since there were a couple guys in the group, you guys would be safe.
âYou donât understand.â Thatâs what you say everytime any of your friends would comment on whenever you talked about Jaeyun to them. You felt frustrated, but they were only looking out for you, and you didnât realize that. âWe care about you, Y/n. But, itâs just the fact youâve never seen this man in broad daylight..â Sungchan says, carefully picking his choice of words.
You guys were wrapping up this gathering to go home. Julie suggests Sungchan to walk you home as there had been an increase of stabbing reports happening around your street, double of the usual numbers. You accept the offer, since after all, Sungchan was only a friend to you..
âAre you sure you donât need me to go up with you..?â Sungchan double checks, there are no other people around the area, and the cops are making their rounds at the neighboring streets. You nod, because you knew that Jaeyun would be here around this time and he would be the one protecting you incase anything happened.
âAlright then.â Sungchan waves a goodbye, hands in his pockets as he walks across. You turn, away, pressing the security code to enter the building.
What was not known is that Jaeyun is watching from afar, his blood boiled to see another man so close to you. He felt a primitive instinct to do something.
Your ears ring when you hear a familiar shout so loud, as if that person was pleading for help, youâre quick to turn, the security code to the apartment only having half of the numbers entered. Your hand flies to cover your mouth in shock at the sight across you; watching your own friend slowly fall to the ground, a knife lodged straight into his heart, pushing through his chest.
Whoever wanted to kill him, was quick to do it. Because there were no traits, and Sungchan couldnât have been the one to stab himself. But Jaeyun happened to walk out, and Jaeyun just happened to be taking off black latex gloves and a mask and scanning the surroundings around him, not even amused at the fact there was a now dead body near his feet. Jaeyun simply just brushes it off and grins widely when he sees you across the alley. It was clearly also him who did that to Sungchan, and possibly Mr. Han on the fourth level, who had been actively trying to pursue you. It wasnât a coincidence.
Tears flowed past your eyes as you froze. You were nonverbal as you simply started to sob into the killerâs arm. And you still werenât convinced that Jaeyun did it, though the facts were so obvious. âShhhh. Luckily I came here just in time to be here for you, doll.â
âHe justâ Heâ What if he walked up with me..â You cried, tearing soaking onto Jaeyunâs shirt. âYou canât control what happens to people, doll. Iâm lucky that nothing happened to you.â Jaeyun responds, a smirk creeping up inside of his head knowing that he has you wrapped around his finger.
âWhy are we going out of townâ?â You ask Jaeyun, looking out of the windows of his car a couple hours later. You packed a mini suitcase with some clothes as Jaeyun instructed, telling you he wanted to take you to a place to spend some âquality timeâ for the weekend.
It shouldâve been alarming to you that you guys were practically in the middle of nowhere. âDoesnât it feel so suffocating to be in such a busy city, surrounded by so many people sometimes?â His hand that was resting on the top of your thighs dragging over. It was pitch black, the headlights of his car being the only thing lighting up the road. âItâs just.. I only see you when itâs late at night. How come you never come to see me during the daytime?â Jaeyun sighs, speeding up the car a bit, jaw clenching tightly. You notice the way his jaw loosens once he turns around to glance at you adoringly.
âIâm a busy man, doll. But I always make time for you, donât I?â Lies continue to pour out of his mouth, yet you never caught onto any of them, simply abiding anything he initiates without questioning.
Thereâs a radio in the run down motel room. The building is so outdated, itâs quite baffling how such a beat down place is still running. You donât mind how shabby it is.
'Unsolved Murders in Seoul that are believed to be connected to each other-' Jaeyun shuts off the radio.
âThatâs ridiculous.â He laughs, walking towards your figure that was standing where the radio was playing. âYouâre so pretty.â Jaeyun mumbles, watching as tears pulled at your eyes, the radio reminding you of how you witnessed your friend slowly dying, and you did nothing.
The image still played in your head, how the blood on his wound oozed out, his weak pleas for help. And all you did was stood there frozen until you saw Jaeyun.
âStill thinking about earlier?â Jaeyun asks, fingers swiping the tears that poured down your cheeks. He was fake sympathizing with you, he didnât actually care that you lost one of your closest friends, because he was the one that did it, and youâre blatantly choosing right now, to ignore all of the obvious keys.
âWhat if instead, I called for help? He probably would still be alive right now. And thatâs all my fault. â You stammer, body jumping as you felt Jaeyunâs large hands roam around your body, grasping at your breast through the thin material of his oversized t-shirt you were going to wear to bed, eventually pulling it off your body. âIt wouldâve been you dead instead. And I wouldnât want it to be that way. I love you.â
Love? Youâve barely known Jaeyun for a good two to three weeks and yet you feel your heart swirl at the use of that word. You were sure you felt the same way he did. He held a possessive nature you couldnât quite get a grasp on, but he gave you what you wanted. You were weak to his actions, there was no way he wasnât the one who killed Sungchan, or was at least suspicious.
âI love you too..â You whispered, lower lip get caught between your teeth when Jaeyun places his lips over the soft skin of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. âLet me make you feel better. Make you forget all that guilt you have in your head.â He mumbles.
Turning you around, you stand on your tip-toes to place your lips over his, Jaeyun hungrily gaining control and devouring your lips, tongue licking up into your mouth, tangling along with your tongue. You whine against his lips feeling him bite your lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but it was rough enough for a reaction.
âSo needy.â He laughs, watching the way your hands traveled under his shirt, attempting to pull it off over his head. He pushes your shoulder down, indicating what he wants you to do. You feel so tainted at how quick you were to sink to your knees, eyes looking up awaiting.
He had the eyes of a killer, how his eyes turned so dark when he had someone in the control of his hands. âWhat are you waiting for? Itâs not gonna get sucked by itself.â Pulling down his boxers, his hardened cock springs out, tip pink and leaking with arousal. He watched amused as your eyes trailed to his, then back to his large veiny cock. Carefully placing your soft lips to envelop the thick mushroom tip, nasty sucking sounds filling the room as you slowly push your head forward to take in more of him, choking when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat when your a little over halfway. Loud groans leave Jaeyunâs mouth, not hiding the pleasure from you.
âJust like that shit. Let me fuck that cute mouth of yours huh?â You whine around him, nodding in agreement. You were being used like a toy, Jaeyunâs hands placed on both sides of you face as he pushed his hips forward, chasing for his own pleasure and finding satisfaction in the way you just took anything he gave you.
âGod I love how nasty youâve become for me.â He laughs, pulling out briefly to glance at your ruined state. Your eyes red, full of tears. And one of your bra straps falling off your shoulders, along with your hair all messy from Jaeyunâs grip earlier. âPlease Yunnie.â You plead, hands pawing his thighs for him to do something about your own arousal that was leaking through your panties.
The way that nickname flew out of your mouth and into his head made Jaeyun a possessed man, gesturing for you to open up your mouth again, you whine but obey. âDonât worry, doll. Iâll give you everything you want after you let me fill up that little mouth of yours.â Slapping his heavy cock on your tongue before thrusting back deep into it, throwing his head back at the warmth of your mouth, and how you sucked his base perfectly.
âIâm gonna cum, fuckkk. Such a good girl.â Jaeyun praises, hips battering sloppily as you feel him twitch in your mouth, filling your throat deep with his release, his cum spilling out the sides of your mouth, Jaeyun brings his thumb to swipe at the cum spilling out the sides of your lips, pushing his thumb in for you to suck. Opening your mouth afterwards to show him you swallowed every drop he gave you. A smile of approval on Jaeyunâs face.
Hovering above you on the bed, your neck is littered in dark purple bruises, soft sighs of content leaving your lips when you feel your breast being freed from the confines of your bra, panties peeling off quickly from Jaeyunâs hand as he kneels to be eye level with your dripping cunt. âPlease Jae..â You whimper, fingers lacing through his dark brown hair strands, massaging his head slightly as your hooded eyes looking below your spread legs. You didnât wait for too long when you feel him lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit.
âmmmhâ!â You mewl out, nails digging into Jaeyunâs head at your head throws back against the bedâs pillows. Your sounds along with the nastiness of Jaeyunâs tongue darting around your dripping cunt, almost burying his face against it, groaning at your sweet taste as he pushes his tongue past your entrance, the warmness of your walls wrapping around his tongue.
His groaning against your cunt sends vibrations and pleasure travelling all over your body, eyes closing as you try to contain your sounds with the thin walls of the run down motel, feeling Jaeyunâs tongue explore every part of your lower half. Your legs start to clamp around his head tightly, feeling how he held the bottom your thighs to keep your legs spread for him, all exposed.
It was as if he was a starved man, devouring you as if it was his last meal, relishing in your wails and cries of the sensations of his tongue along with the pleasurable pain of your nails digging into his head. You were close, and Jaeyun knew that, bye the way your thighs started to slightly shake around his head, the way your fingers tugged chunks of his hair as you tried to ground yourself as your body gives out, finishing all over his lower face.
Your face tints a soft shade of pink as Jaeyun rises up from his eye level position, your release painted all over his face, watching how he used his backhand to wipe it off and lick it, moaning at your sweet taste.
âYou can take more of me right?â He asks as he peels off his remaining clothes, looking at the way you rapidly nodded your head, strings of pleas leaving your lips to feel him on you again. A small place is placed on your lips, tasting yourself against your tongue.
You feel yourself being flipped onto your front, the cold sheets sending shivers over your body as Jaeyun handles you to the position he wants, back arching and presenting your continuously dripping cunt, hole clenching around nothing as you feel his hands travel around your lower half, hands squeezing at the soft flesh of your ass, aligning himself to your entrance and pushing in roughly and fast. âShiiit. Still so tight.â Jaeyun hisses, allowing you no time to adjust, already setting a rough pace that had him lodged in you deep.
âJaeyunâ! Slower!â You moan, the pleasure of his thick cock already making you feel another orgasm approaching, not wanting to pathetically cum too quickly. Feeling him push against the back of your head into the pillows, not listening to you as his pace fastens, tip hitting your cervix repeatedly as all you could is just lay and take it all.
âYouâre enjoying this a little too much.â Jaeyun teases, feeling the way your walls clamped around his thickness with each stroke of his harsh thrusts, wet sounds of his cock repeatedly sliding in and out of you filling the room. Your push your own face harder into the pillows, trying to contain your sounds as Jaeyunâs relentless pace didnât stop, even as you finished around him for the second time, going into overstimulation as his hips continuously smacked against your thighs.
âMore Jaeyun.â You whisper, turning your head slightly, even though you deemed yourself done, a part of you still wanted to take more, feeling yourself being flipped onto your back. God, you were such a sight for Jaeyun. Your doe glossy eyes meeting his darkened irises, silently begging for him to stick his cock back in you.
âHold your thighs up for me.â He tells you, guiding you to make that happen. You were nearly folded in half, your puffy pussy on display, hole pulsating and begging to suck Jaeyun back in. A loud moan that other guests probably heard leaves your lips as Jaeyun re-enters you, this new position making him hit deeper in your cunt.
âShitshitshitâ!â You cry out, trying to hold yourself up as Jaeyun wanted as he relentlessly jackhammered his cock into you over and over again. He lets out a string of low groans, along with your high-pitched moans, feeling how tight you clenched around him. âFeels good huh?â A smirk plastered on his face as he looks down at the way his cock slid in you so deep, keeping up with his rough and fast place, moving to place one of your legs over his shoulders. Your head lolled to the side, overwhelmed with pleasure seeping into your body.
âMâ gonna cum again âYun.â You whimper, feeling his tip make a small bulge against your stomach as your palm presses down against it. âHold or fâme a little doll.â He grits his teeth, thrusts becoming more sloppy as heâs only focused on chasing his own release. Holding your hips so tight, you were sure there would be marks by the time you woke up in the morning.
âGood fuckinâ doll.â Jaeyun sighs, thick strings of his cum filling you so deep, as he helps you ride out your orgasm, shuttering around his cock. Your eyes are giving out, feeling Jaeyun crash his body to the open space beside you on the mattress. The darkness in his eyes was gone, only full with what you saw as love and affection. He mumbled another promise to you that had your heart racing naively.
âI will always take care of you, doll. No matter what it takes, I will do anything for you.â And he genuinely meant what he said, even if it took such unorthodox ways to keep you by his side.
The news broadcast on the television plays, the sound of the water running in the bathroom as Jaeyun is taking a shower. Youâre wearing one of his t-shirts, lazily standing close to the television as youâre eating breakfast from room service. Youâre half paying attention to what the news anchor is saying. But then you pause when you hear Sungchanâs death being mentioned again.
More details are added on, along with blurred footage of Jaeyunâs figure from hours ago, in the exact outfit you ran into him wearing, his face is covered by the mask. But you knew it was him. You couldnât be naive to this.
Jaeyun is a murderer. And you were on the run with a wanted man that you were in love with.
Your jaw opens, dropping the fork, and eventually the plate with your food, nothing bothering to clean the mess up as you watch the news explaining more detail. You felt so stupid, not even noticing Jaeyunâs presence in the room as you stood there lifelessly trying to process this ânewfoundâ news.
And for once as your eyes meet Jaeyunâs, theyâre filled with fear. His pupils dark and filled with wickedness. A sly grin is plastered on his face as he stares at you.
âWell well well, the little lamb has finally realized sheâs fallen into the arms of its predator.â
âââ you want a good girl that does bad things to youâËęŠď˝Ą
OR where sunghoon's friends thinks that you're too innocent and he doesn't get the pleasure he needs. however, he knew that you already had him wrapped around your finger and you were ready to prove his friends wrong.
pairing: bf!sunghoon x innocent(ish)!reader
content + warnings: just pure smut and filth what's new atp, jake and jay are kind of cocky and pervs, switch!sunghoon, switch!reader, whiny sunghoon nghh, unprotected p in v (cap before you tap), bondage using tie, oral (m receiving), cowboy, light choking, taking photos/filming during sex - lmk if i missed anything!
word count:2.4k / 2,447
bea speaks! wait bc i actually have so many drafts that i just want to post them all but this one has to be my fav yet so far
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SUNGHOON LEANS BACK IN HIS CHAIR, the low hum of the bar around him with a glass of whiskey in his hand. A few drinks in, his friends are already laughing louder than they should, teasing each other, joking about their upcoming trip to Taipei.
"So... are we bringing our girlfriends along or what?" Jay asks, swirling his beer.
"Yeah, I mean, Taipei sounds like a perfect couple's getaway," Jake chimes in, smirking. He gives Jay a knowing look, knowing that their girlfriends are going to get along well.
A pause. Then Jake glances at Sunghoon, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "What about you, man? You gonna drag that little angel of yours along?"
Sunghoon stiffens, nearly spilling his drink. "Guys, come on. Don't start with that."
Jay laughs, shaking his head. "She's too innocent right? Doesn't do anything wild?"
"Yeah," Jake pipes in, leaning back. "Best she doesn't even like... let you, you know... get your fun."
Sunghoon groans, running a hand down his face. "I swear, stop. That's my girlfriend you're talking about. She's perfect whether she does or doesn't."
Jay and Jake exchange a glance and laugh, taking casual sips of their drinks. "Perfect, huh?" Jay teases, smirking. "Bet she's really something in private."
Jake snickers, "Yeah, man, I'm curious how she really is."
Sunghoon narrows his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips despite his flushed cheeks. "Guys, please? You wouldn't last two minutes if you had someone like her."
The door clicks open and Sunghoon steps inside, a faint grin on his lips and hair slightly tousled from the night. Before he can even take off his shoes and jacket, you're practically flying across the living room, arms wide.
"Finally, you're home!" you exclaim, wrapping your arms around him from behind and burying your face in his back. "How was hanging out with the boys? Don't tell me they worked you up again."
Sunghoon chuckles, the sound low, and then sighs as he turns around to embrace you in his arms. "You have no idea. They, wellâthey teased me. About... you."
You freeze for a split second, not because you doubt him, but because of how they teased him. Your brows knit together. "They teased you? About me? About what specifically?"
He laughs softly, shaking his head, obviously still embarrassed. "Said you're too innocent. That I don't... get enough. I tried to stop them, I swear, but..."
You tilt your head, eyes sparkling with amusement, and press a quick kiss to his jaw, teasingly. "Too innocent, huh?"
His breath catches, a low chuckle escaping him as he felt relief wash over him. He knows the truth: you've got him right where you want him, and now you're teasing him while pretending to scold him.
You slide a hand down his chest, letting your fingers brush down to land on the waistband of his pants, voice dipping just low enough for him to feel it in his bones.
"You know, maybe they're wrong," you murmur, tilting your head to meet his eyes.
Sunghoon swallows, his eyes darkening. "Oh really? And how would I know that?"
You bite your lip, leaning closer until your lips graze his ear. "You'll have to see for yourself."
You pull back just enough to look at him before running away into the bedroom. He shakes his head and smiles to himself before chasing after you.
Sunghoon catches you easily, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground as he enters the bedroom. He throws you on the bed, eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire.
"Oh, I'll definitely find out for myself," his playful mood turning into something hungrier. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over you on his hands and knees.
"They think you're too innocent to fuck me the way I want, huh?" he leans down, caging you in with his arms, his face inches from yours. "Let me check something real quick."
He captures your mouth in a deep, dominant kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim yours. HIs hands slide down your side, resting possessively on your hip.
"Sunghoon, let me..."
Without protesting, he immediately lets you take over. You sit up and push him down onto the bed, watching as his eyes widen. He's never seen you take over like this; only ever seeing you be as equally sexual whenever he's on top.
You straddle his hips as you bend down to kiss him, deep and intoxicating. He watches you with hungry eyes, his hands gripping the bedsheets instead of reaching for you as you grind down on his growing erection. He's wants to see what you'll do, curious to see if you really can fuck him the way he wants.
A pit of fire flowed through you as an idea hit. You grab onto his tie, slowly untying it as you continue to grind on him. Once it was undone, you pull away, grabbing his wrist and tying them to the headboard.
His breath hitches as you tie his hands above his head, a shocked laugh turning into a groan. He pulls experimentally at the tie, finding himself truly restrained.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" he moans, eyes flicking down to your face, then lower to where you're still straddling him.
When you begin to undo his belt, slow and teasing, he swallows hard with his chest rising and falling rapidly. You're completely dominating him right now, and he loves it. His restrained position makes his biceps flex attractively as he watches you, waiting for your next movie.
His cock is now fully hard, tenting in his pants.
"Baby..."
Sunghoon was almost sure you were going to continue to touch his hard cock, but then you unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He arches into your touch, his skin burning where your fingers trail. Once his shirt is open, you push it aside, running your hands over his muscular chest and abs, scratching lightly.
"Fuck, just like that..."
You finally unbuckle his bet and unzip his trousers, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers. He sucked in a breath, completely at your mercy. His cock springs free as you pull the waistband of his boxers off. It slaps against his stomach, thick and already leaking.
"I've seen this cock so many times, but it's so big," you whisper, fingers wrapping around him. His hips buck up, seeking more friction.
"You're killing me hereâ"
His cock twitches against you as you continue to pump him, maintaining eye contact. Once you could tell he was about to beg, you lick a strip up from the base to the tip, making him curse and tug against the tie. You wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently while one hand grips his thigh.
He groans loudly, his head falling back against the pillow. The sensation of your mouth wrapped around him is overwhelming, especially with his hands restrained. He can only lie there and take it.
"Baby, slow down," he chokes out, his gaze coming back up to watch you as you look up at him through wet eyelashes. He starts to thrust up into your mouth, but you pull away.
"No, wait!" he whines when you pull off, his cock red and dripping with your saliva. He looks desperate, chest flushed as he's panting. He clearly is enjoying this.
You climb back up his body, pressing your small frame against his larger one. He can feel your soft curves against his hard muscles, your tits pressing against his chest. He lifts his hips, trying to rub againt you.
"Baby, I'm begging you..."
You silence him with a kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth aggressively. He kisses you back eagerly, his tied hands pulling at the restraints out of frustration. You grind down on him slowly before taking off your pants, but leaving your panties on to tease him.
You continue to grind on his cock, letting it rub against your clothed pussy. He groans, feeling the thin fabric between you both. His cock slides against you, the tip pressing against your clit through the panties.
He thrusts up helplessly, his hips bucking again. "Let me inside, please?" he whines. His voice is breathy and desperate, completely under your spell. You keep grinding, your pussy soaking through the thin fabric and making a quiet, wet sound as you rub against him.
He can smell your arousal, seeing how turned on you also are. His cock twitches, wanting nothing more than to sink into you, but you're controlling everything.
"Baby, I swear to godâ" he pants, eyes rolling back slightly when you lean down to leave wet, openâmouth kisses on his chest. Beads of sweat drop down his neck as veins begin to pop out, and you're loving the way he's under you right now.
You circle your hips slowly, teasing him further. Sunghoon's hands are fidgeting against the restraints, wanting to reach out and grab your hips to help you ride him, but he couldn't.
Sitting up, you finally pull your panties to the side to let his cock slide through your wet folds. A small moan escaped your lips as his tip rubbed against your clit, and you swear Sunghoon's body tensed at your sweet sound.
The head of his cock catches on your entrance as you position him to your hole, and he almost sobs with relief. He's never been this turned on in his life, neever felt so desperate to be inside someone. His hands tug uselessly at the tie above his head.
"Please, baby. I've been good."
You slowly lower yourself, taking his entire length in one slow, torturous movement. He feels your tight pussy stretch around him, swallowing his cock inch by inch until you're fully seated fully on his lap. His eyes roll back, a long moan escaping him.
When you begin to move, you whimper, chest heaving. Even though you've been teasing Sunghoon this whole time, you were worked up yourself from being so used to him being on top.
You bounce on him slowly, almost completely pulling off before going back down. Once you're fully impaled on his cock, he takes a moment to savor the sensation. You're so tight, so wet, so warmâit's heaven. His hips jerk involuntarily, trying to thrust up into you.
Your hands reach forward to lightly wrap around his neck, a sign for him to behave. He swallows hard, his throat working against your hand. You lift your hips again again before sliding back down and grinding at the bottom. The pace was so slow, even if you were getting frustrated.
You lean down to kiss him, then another idea pops up.
Sunghoon watches curiously as you reach for his phone beside him, his brow furrowing slightly. He has no idea what you're planning, but the way you continue to ride him despite being accompanied by something else makes him lose his mind.
You turn his phone towards him, letting his FaceID open it.
"Baby... what are youâ?"
You quickly found his messages, opening the group chat with Jake and Jay before snapping a photo of Sunghoon under you, hand around his throat, his wrists restrained.
His eyes widen in shock as he realizes what you're doing, but then you grind against him roughly, his eyes rolling back. He opens his mouth to protest, but then you take another picture, capturing the perfect image of him. It was clear evidence that you weren't just some innocent girl.
Sunghoon [11:42 PM]: [1 image attached]
You toss his phone aside, giving your full attention back to him. He watches his phone, frozen in horror, but some part of him was excited, knowing he just proved his friends wrong. The notification sounds came in quickly.
The sheer humiliation of his two friends seeing him like thisâtied up, choked, dominatd by youâmakes his cock throb inside you involuntarily. Before you could continue, you felt his hands grip your hips tightly.
He freed himself.
His hands are free now, but instead of pushing you off or reaching for his phone, he flips you over in one swift motion.
"You sent that to Jake and Jay?" he asks in short breaths.
"Had to prove them wrong," I moan as he thrusts back into you, rough. His arousal spikes even higher as your nonchalant response, almost wanting to fuck the small smirk off your face. You didn't even bother to hide it.
He starts to thrust harder, fucking you as he imagines his friends seeing this picture. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. He's completely lost in the moment, almost on the edge of an orgasm.
Suddenly, his phone buzzes with incoming messages.
Jay [11:45 PM]: Bro??????
Jake [11:46 PM]: I told you he was a bottom lmao
Sunghoon laughs breathlessly, feeling a strange rush of embarrassment that actually makes him thrust deeply inside you.
"They're never letting me live this down."
He continues thrusting, completely unfazed by his friends' reaction. In fact, their messages only fuel him. He leans down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, hips slamming rougher against you.
A loud moan escapes you, your thighs twitching as your hands go to scratch his back. He moans at the sensation, clearly reaching his high soon.
With one hand still holding your hip, he grabs his phone again with the other and starts recording you, a complete mess under him. The camera captures every thrust, every moan, every second of you crying his name and begging him to slow down. He made sure to angle the camera so your expressions are clear: brows knit together, lips parted, tits bouncing with every thrust.
Sunghoon [11:53 PM}: [1 video attached]
He watches as the message gets delivered, then tosses it aside as his friends' quick replies become background noise.
"SâSunghoon, slow down, please," you beg, hands gripping onto his biceps as your thighs quiver, your high almost crashing down. He slams into you hard, making you gasp as his free hand rubs your clit in rough circles.
His hips jerked, thrusts becoming erratic as he slows down. When he leans down to kiss your neck, biting your collarbone, you feel the wave wash over you, your vision turning white as you see stars. Sunghoon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his, spurts of his thick cream coating your walls.
Jake [11:57 PM]: Holy fuck dude
Jake [11:57 PM]: I think I need a minute brb
Jay [11:58 PM]: We owe one to Sunghoon
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Š avtrns 2026 | please do not copy, repost, or translate my work
Rewatching younite content today and my god all I could think about is how Steveâs lips look like ..
Get me on his lap lemme kiss him a bit. I feel like heâs love his hair being played with too like dragging your nails gently at the nape of his neck to get a sound outta him ohhmygddd yeah
!! synopsis: you get jealous watching jake sweet talk his fans on live. he thinks you're mad at him, but then he realizes the truth, you want him to talk you through it. so he does.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom jake, sub reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, pet names, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), lots of jake sweet talking, lowkey js smut icl
!! wc: 3k
!! a/n: i physically cannot get this live out of my head i lit wrote this at midnight in like 2 hours with talk u through it by kwn blasting in my ears.
You knew it was stupid before you even felt it.
Jake was on live like he always was, like he loved to be leaning back in his chair with that lazy, pretty smile that made thousands of fans lose their minds in the chat. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. Glasses falling low on his nose causing him to keep pushing it back with one hand while he read comments out loud in that low, warm voice.
"Is the music too loud? You gotta tell me, you gotta communicate."
"Uh huh uh huh, you funny."
"How do you say it? you gotta tell me."
"It's gonna be a good tour so I want everybody here to come."
Your jaw clenched.
You were sitting on the edge of his bed, just out of frame, pretending to scroll through your phone. But you weren't reading a single word. All you could hear was him your Jake talking to fans in that soft, commanding tone.
Whatever it was.
He ended the stream twenty minutes later with a warm "Goodbye, I love you all " and a wink that made your stomach twist.
The room went quiet.
He spun in his chair, stretched his arms over his head, and finally looked at you. His smile was easy, unguarded. "You're quiet."
You shrugged. "Just tired."
Jake's eyes narrowed slightly. He stood up, crossed the room, and sat on the bed next to you. Close.
"Did I do something?" he asked softly.
"No."
"Liar."
You finally looked at him. His expression wasn't teasing yet. It was careful. Curious. Like he was genuinely trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
"You didn't do anything," you snapped. And meant it, kind of. He hadn't done anything. He was just him. And that was the problem.
Jake tilted his head. Then his lips twitched.
"Oh," he said slowly. A new light flickered in his eyes. "Oh."
"What?"
"You're jealous."
"I'm not"
"You are." His voice dropped. Not mean. Just certain. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers dragging lightly along your skin. "You've been sitting here frowning at your phone for twenty minutes because I was nice to my fans."
Your face went hot. "I wasn't frowning."
"You were pouting."
"I don't pout."
Jake laughed soft and low and leaned closer. His knee pressed against yours. "You're doing it right now."
You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because he was looking at you the way he looked at the camera, but more. Deeper. Hungrier.
"Baby," he said quietly. The word hit you differently now. Private. "You want me to talk you through it?"
Your breath caught.
There it was.
Your whole body went weak, like he'd pulled a string and everything inside you unraveled. Your phone slipped from your hand onto the bed.
Jake noticed. His smile turned slow. Knowing.
"Yeah," he whispered. "There you are."
"You're shaking," he said softly, not even a question.
You were. Your fingers trembled against your thighs, and you didn't know if it was adrenaline or nerves or the way he was looking at you so intently.
"I'm fine," you whispered.
You could smell his cologne clean, warm, a little smoky. He tilted his head, and one hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
"You're not fine," he said. "But you will be. Because I'm going to take good care of you, okay?"
Your breath caught. "And how are you going to do that?"
His smile was gentle. Almost sweet. But his eyes weren't.
"By giving you exactly what you need but before I do that you're going to give me what I want since you didn't want to admit you're jealous."
Before you know it you're on your knees in front of him, and you've never felt more exposed not because of what you're about to do, but because of the way he's looking at you. Jakes eyes are dark, half lidded, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. His hand comes down gently to cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
"Wait." His voice is quiet but firm. "Look at me first."
You do. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip.
"You're gonna tell me if it's too much, yeah? Just tap my leg. Twice. Can you do that for me?"
You nod again, and he smiles that slow, teasing smile that makes your stomach flip.
"Good girl. Now go ahead. Take it off."
Your fingers hook under the elastic. He lifts his hips just enough to help you, and you pull his sweats down slowly, then his boxers. He's already hard, and you hear him let out a soft breath when the air hits his skin.
"There you go," he murmurs. "That's it."
You wrap your hand around him first, just to feel the weight of it. He groans quietly, his head falling back against the wall for a second before he looks down at you again.
"Whenever you're ready, baby. No rush."
You lean in and lick a slow stripe from the base to the tip. His hand moves to your hair not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading through softly.
"Just like that," he says, his voice already rougher. "Warm me up first. Nice and slow."
You take the tip into your mouth and he inhales sharply.
"Oh- yeah. There ya go. That's it. Just a little at a time. You don't have to take it all."
His hands guides you gently, not forcing, just showing you the rhythm he likes. You sink down a little more causing your spit to drip down, he lets out a shaky laugh.
"Messy already, huh?" he says, thumb wiping a bit of spit from the corner of your mouth. "You're doing so good. So fuckin' good."
You moan around him, and he feels it his thigh tenses next to your cheek.
"Fuck. Do that again."
You do. His grip in your hair tightens just slightly, not hard, just there.
"Breathe through your nose," he reminds you. "There you go. You're a natural, you know that?"
You pull off for a second to catch your breath, and a string of spit connects you to him. He looks down at it, then back at your face, and his expression goes soft and dark at the same time.
"Look at you. All messy for me." He cups your cheek. "You want to keep going?"
"Yes," you whisper.
"Yeah? You want me to talk you through it?"
"Please."
He grins. "Then get back here."
You take him in your mouth again, deeper this time, and his composure cracks just a little. A low groan escapes him, and his hips twitch forward before he catches himself.
"Easy," he breathes. "I got you. You're okay. Just- yeah, fuck right there. Stay right there for a second."
He holds you still, not deep throating, just letting you feel him pulse on your tongue. His thumb strokes your cheekbone.
"You feel that? That's you. You're doing that to me."
You look up at him with watery eyes, and something in his face breaks open.
"Holy fuck," he whispers. "You're so fucking pretty like this."
You start moving again, finding a rhythm, and he lets you lead for a while just his hand in your hair, his voice a constant stream above you.
"That's it. Good girl. Don't rush. Just take what you can."
Spit drips down your chin. You don't care. He doesn't either in fact, he watches it happen and groans.
"So messy. I love it. I love you like this."
His breathing gets heavier. His hips start moving in small, shallow thrusts not rough, just desperate.
"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm close. You want me to pull out?"
You shake your head as best you can with him in your mouth.
"Yeah? You want it?"
You moan yes.
"Okay. Okay, baby. Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop- don't stop, you're almost there-"
His voice gets breathy and higher.
"I'm gonna- fuck, fuck right there you're so good "
He cums with a choked sound, his hand cradling the back of your head, holding you gently in place as he spills into your mouth.
"That's it. Take it. You did so good. So fuckin' good for me. I got you. I got you."
When he's done, he pulls you off slowly and immediately pushes his fingers in your mouth to make you show him you swallowed. His forehead presses against yours, both of you breathing hard.
"Fuck you're so perfect for me," he whispers, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "You okay?"
You nod, trembling.
He laughs softly. "Now come here. My turn."
He didn't rush.
That was the first thing you learned about Jake when the cameras were off. He didn't grab or tear or demand. He asked, but in a way that left no room for you to say no.
"Lay back for me," he said quietly.
You laid.
"Good fucking girl."
Those three words hit you somewhere deep, and he saw it. Of course he saw it. He saw everything.
His hands landed on your shoulders warm, solid, grounding. His mouth found your ear.
"I'm gonna take care of you," he murmured. "But you have to listen to me. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Say yes, Jake.'"
Your throat tightened. "Yes, Jake."
His hands slid down your arms slowly, like he was memorizing you. When he reached your wrists, he didn't grab them he just circled them with his fingers and held.
"I want you to feel everything," he said. "But I don't want you to think. Just feel. Just listen to my voice. Can you do that for me?"
"Fuck yes I can Jake."
"Good."
Then he kissed you.
It wasn't messy at first. It was slow, deliberate, his lips coaxing yours open like he had all the time in the world. One hand stayed on your wrist. The other slid into your hair, gentle but firm, tilting your head exactly where he wanted it.
When he pulled back, you almost whimpered.
"Shh," he breathed. "I've got you. I'm right here."
His thumb traced your cheekbone. "You feel so good already, and I've barely touched you. Do you know that? Do you know how hard it is for me to go this slow?"
You shook your head, lost.
"I'll show you," he said. "But first take off your shirt."
Your hands moved before your brain caught up. The fabric slipped over your head, and suddenly you were standing in front of him in just your bra, and his gaze dropped like a physical weight.
"Gosh so beautiful," he said softly. "Now tell me. Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes."
"Say it all the way."
"I want you to keep going, Jake please."
His smile was warm, but his voice dropped lower. "Then look all pretty for me while you keep your eyes on me." "I'm going to give you what you deserve cause you've been so good to me," he said. "And every time you feel like you're getting lost, I want you to look at me and watch me talk you through it. Can you do that?"
You nodded.
"Cmon use your words, baby."
"Yes, Jake. I can do that."
"Good girl."
His hand moved first to your side just a slow drag of his fingers from your ribs down to your hip. Then back up. Then down again, lower each time, until his thumb brushed the waistband of your pants.
"You're already breathing so fast," he observed, like he was fascinated. "I love that. I love that I can do this to you without even trying."
His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, just barely. Just enough to make your hips lift off the bed.
"Ah ah," he murmured. "Stay still. I'll give you what you need, but you have to let me lead. Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
"Perfect."
He pulled your pants down slowly, agonizingly slowly his knuckles grazing your thighs the whole way. When you were bare from the waist down, he just stopped and looked at you.
"You're so wet already," he said, and it wasn't teasing. It was reverent. "Goodness. You really do want this, don't you?"
You couldn't speak. You just nodded.
"I know," he said. "I know, baby. And I'm gonna make you feel so good."
He lowered himself until his mouth was right next to your ear.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside you now," he said, voice low and steady. "And I want you to tell me how it feels. Every single thing. Don't hold back. Can you do that?"
"Mhmm yes Jake yes."
"Then show me."
When his fingers finally touched you just a light, teasing press you gasped so loud you almost scared yourself.
"That's it," he said, circling slowly. "That's exactly it. Let me hear you."
He pushed one finger inside, and your back arched.
"Oh-"
"Yeah," he breathed. "Feel that? That's just the beginning. You're taking me so well already. So fucking good for me."
He added a second finger, and you grabbed his wrist not to stop him, just to hold onto something.
"I know," he said. "I know it's a lot. But you can take it. You're doing so good. Just breathe for me."
He started a rhythm slow, deep, curling his fingers on every pull back. And he kept talking. Kept guiding.
"Every time I do this," he said, pressing exactly where you needed him, "you squeeze around me. Do you feel that? Do you feel how your body knows what to do?"
"Yes- yes, Jake-"
"You're close already, aren't you?"
You couldn't lie. "Yes."
"Not yet," he said, and pulled his fingers out.
You almost cried.
"Shh, shh, shh," he cooed, kissing your forehead. "You gotta listen to me pretty and right now, I'm telling you you're not cumming until I'm inside you. You understand?"
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please, Jake- I need you-"
He smiled. That same gentle, devastating smile. "That's all you had to say."
He pulled off his own clothes in a way that should have been rushed but wasn't. Every movement was deliberate. When he was bare, he knelt between your legs and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking once, twice.
"Look at me," he said.
You looked.
"I'm going to go slow," he said. "But I'm not going to stop. If it's too much, you tell me yeah? I'll be right here through everything Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
He lined himself up, and then he pushed inside just an inch. Just enough to make you both gasp.
"Oh my god-"
"I know," he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. "I know, baby. You feel- fuck- you feel so good. Better than I imagined. And I've imagined this a lot."
He pushed deeper, and your nails dug into his shoulders.
"That's it," he whispered. "Take all of me. You're doing so good. So fucking good for me."
When he was fully inside, he stopped. Just held there, letting you adjust, his breath hot and shaky against your cheek.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes- yes, please don't stop "
"I won't," he said. "I'm gonna move now. And I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away."
He started moving slow at first, then deeper, then faster in a way that was still controlled but just on the edge of messy. His hips snapped against yours, and the sound of it filled the room.
"You feel that?" he breathed. "That's me inside you. That's me taking care of you. You're not thinking about anything else right now, are you?"
You shook your head, barely able to speak.
"No," he said. "Because I've got you. I've got all of you. And you're so- god- you're so perfect like this all fucked out. Messy and loud and all mine."
His hand slid between your bodies and found you he pressed exactly where you needed him and you shattered.
"Let go for me baby," he commanded softly. "I've got you.
You did. You cum undone completely, crying out his name, and he followed right after burying his face in your neck and groaning low and long as he spilled inside you.
He didn't stop talking, even then.
"That's it," he murmured against your skin. "That's my good girl. You did so well. You took everything I gave you. I'm so proud of you."
Afterward, he didn't pull away.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand cradling the back of your head. Then he eased out slowly and gathered you against his chest.
"You okay?" he asked again.
You nodded against his shoulder, still trembling.
"Talk to me," he said softly. "I need to hear your voice."
"That was-" you started, then laughed weakly. "I can't even think."
He smiled and kissed your hair. "Good. That's what I wanted."
He pulled the blanket over both of you and held you tighter.
"You were so good for me," he said one more time. "And tomorrow, I'm gonna talk you through it all over again."
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âAre you free tonight ?â
A text message that might seem innocent, but it was nothing innocent. He only just sent these few words to you and you already knew you were going to be his for the night. Because he decided it. And because you couldnât resist him.
You checked the time after reading your notifications and rubbed your face, still tired from the party you went to last night. If he knew just how wasted you got, he probably would punish you but as long as it was the kind of punishment you liked you should be okay, right ?
âYea. Do I come over ?â You asked and surprisingly, he replied right away.
He wasnât one to ignore you for days. Actually, he always poured effort to reply as soon as possible but his career was important and his schedule busy.
âAs you wish, honeyâ
His short texts always made you smile and giggle like a teenager in love and each time you shook your head, mentally scolding yourself for growing too fond of him as time passed. He was older than you, way too much for you to talk to your friends about it and it started feeling overwhelming to keep this secret affair to yourself; especially when your heart felt torn by the feelings.
You put your phone down for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, surrounded by the heavy silence of your empty apartment.
You heaved a long sigh. This was not taking you anywhere good and you knew it but you couldnât help it. That man had this effect on you that had you crawling back, begging for more everytime. âIâll be there by 7â You simply said. You liked playing cold and distant with him, testing waters for the numerous questions in your mind, but in reality it never worked out. And it was most likely due to the lack of determination whenever he appeared in front of you.
He was always well dressed, his hair done, his hands soft and warm. And his smell sent you over the edge. Each time he stood there looking at you with the soft gaze he knew got you weak, you threw yourself at him without even thinking.
Suddenly, you had an idea. A smirk grew wider on your lips as you knew exactly what to do to turn the tables and get him on his knees for you for once.
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The day had been quite a long one but you knew it was most likely due to the way your brain kept imagining scenarios. And it wasnât just fake ones or daydreams, it truly would happen. But this time, you had prepared something special for him and as you arrived in front of the address of the hotel that he texted you before, your heart started beating faster.
Each one of your steps sounded loudly in your ear as you walked towards Room 204.
You knocked, expecting to find him waiting for you, especially since you arrived later than what you had texted him before. But there was no response. You looked around and as some people were about to get out of the elevator, you quickly entered the room with the spare key he had given you before.
You were an adult in a hotel. There was nothing weird about this yet you always felt the need to hide and avoid meeting with people. You feared meeting with certain people that you knew would get too curious about the reasons for your presence here when in fact, no one would care.
You let out a soft sigh, slightly disappointed. You had waited all day, and now that the time had come, you were left alone in a hotel room. You couldnât complain of the quality of it; Jay always made sure to pick the biggest, and most luxurious rooms whenever you two met.
He had some taste, for sure. But right now was not the time to praise him in your mind, you thought since he wasnât here. A true gentleman wouldâve warned you. And all you hoped was that it wouldnât be completely canceled, especially since you spent the day shopping to find the perfect lingerie set that would make him drool all over you.
You looked through the window, admiring the view of the city lights at night and sat on the edge of the bed. After some time you laid on your side, scrolling your phone to keep yourself busy until your phone died. Of course, you had forgotten your charger. Or rather, you chose not to take it with you since you were always used to taking Jayâs.
You checked the clock pending on the wall behind you. 10 pm. Now it started to be annoying. 3 hours late was a lot, even for a businessman.
Just when you started grumbling in your mind about it, you heard the door of the room opening and steps coming closer to the bed. You closed your eyes, feigning to sleep. You knew it was him because his fragrance was strong and you could smell it as soon as he closed the door to the room and took off his jacket.
âAre you sleeping, princess ?â He called out softly, the tip of his fingers caressing your bare arm. âHeyâŚâ He whispered against your skin as he placed a soft kiss against your cheek.
âYouâre late.â You only responded with a firm tone, your hand gripping his wrist as he was about to walk away, thinking you were sleeping.
Your eyes opened to look at him and a soft smile formed on his lips. âEmergency meeting. Sorry.â He said, his eyes looking into yours, obviously showing how sincerely sorry he was.
Jay was an honest man. He wasnât one to lie to you, especially because he had no reason to do so. He felt an immense affection for you and he loved the intimate moments you offered him. He would never risk that for a vulgar lie.
âMhh.â You grumbled a bit and he kissed the corner of your lips. âLet me make it up to you.â He whispered and you licked your lips, eager to see what he had planned to be for your forgiveness.
You expected something clichĂŠ such as flowers, or even sex to make it up but he showed off a large box. âWhat is it ?â You asked, sitting on the bed, with your eyes focused on it as he opened it to show a sublime necklace. You had never seen true diamonds before but the necklace was shining under the soft light of the room.
âJay, this is for me ?â You asked, gulping with difficulty as you didnât even dare imagining the price of it.
Jay nodded and hummed, delicately taking it in his hands to put it on your neck for you. He admired you, his eyes filled with longing and pride as he could see in your eyes that you loved his gift.
He turned your face to the side and approached his lips to yours, not kissing you yet. âAm I forgiven, my lady ?â He asked softly and you didnât even reply to him; only throwing yourself into his arms, your lips crashing onto his.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close until his body was fully pressed against yours on the comfortable mattress. His left hand immediately grabbed your thigh, pulling it closer until your feet rubbed his lower back. And he wasnât detaching himself from you. He was just where he wanted to be, in your arms, kissing your plump lips while holding you close.
âYou smell insanely good, as usual.â He praised, instantly burying his face in your neck to devour your warm skin. He wasnât one to leave hickeys usually but tonight he wanted to claim you as his by any means. His greedy mouth kept on sucking on your skin, so eagerly that his hair, usually perfectly done, was starting to get messy.
You bit your lip, enjoying his kisses a bit too much. âJay⌠I have a gift for you.â You managed to say, calming the tension right away as Jay immediately paid attention to you. He pulled back, holding onto his forearms. âOh yeah ? Show me.â He said.
You had managed to make him curious; at least enough for him to stop himself despite growing more and more aroused.
You slowly got up from the bed and he sat on the edge of it. âSo ?â He asked.
âMr Park, youâre getting impatient.â You fakely scolded and earned a sincere laugh as a response; to which he quickly added his usual flirtatious remarks. âI am always impatient when it comes to you y/n.â
You shook your head but still felt your cheeks redden a bit. He was good with words, and he was always sincere which made it even better.
You slowly opened your robe, revealing the black laced lingerie set you specifically chose for him. He licked his lips; a thousand thoughts passing by his brain. âJust gorgeous.â He praised again and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back on the bed with him. âLetâs not wait any longer.â He whispered against your lips after making you sit on his lap.
His expert hands immediately caressed your legs, up to your pussy. âDo you want me to touch you now ?â He asked, his fingers teasing your clit over the thin piece of clothing protecting it.
You simply nodded. âUse your words.â He said a bit more firmly, his hand slapping your thigh gently. âYes touch meâŚâ You said and your weak voice made it sound like a plea which didnât seem to bother him as a satisfied expression quickly painted all over his face.
âThatâs it.â He said, slowly pushing his middle and index fingers inside of you. âYouâre wet already.â He noticed. Jay was obviously an expert in pleasuring women. You remembered the first time you two had hooked up and his fingers had been enough to make you reach several orgasms.
His thumb was pressing constantly against your clit, and his teeth bit your neck gently. The combination of these two actions made you moan into his ear as you pressed your back against his chest, your body vibrating under the first wave of pleasure hitting you.
âYou always sound so cute when youâre moaning.â
âI can never have enoughâ He added, slowly taking his fingers out of your wet cunt. He licked them shamelessly, tasting his favorite thing in the world right in front of you.
Suddenly, you felt a bit of dominance invade your body. You got up from the bed and kneeled beside him which brought an instant smirk to his lips as he knew exactly what you were about to do and he had been waiting for it ever since he texted you.
You looked up at him as your hands unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Eye contact was an important part of this and you knew it, because it always drove him crazy and you loved the way his eyes seemed hypnotized every time.
His cock bounced back up and he clearly desired you more than ever now, because just from a few kisses and touch, he was already so hard. You liked the fact that Jay was always receptive to your flirting and sex appeal. You licked your lips before starting off with a bit of teasing. You stuck out your tongue to lick the tip of his dick and he sighed.
âJust like thatâŚâ He said, his hand naturally grabbing your hair to guide the movements of your head. âKeep going.â He encouraged you with his reassuring voice, showing you just how much he liked it each time his eyes rolled back or when his lips parted as he stared at you.
You swirled your tongue around his length, slowly pushing his dick inside of your mouth as deep as possible just to pleasure him. You knew heâd be satisfied real quick if you kept doing that but as your gag reflex manifested itself, Jay slowly pulled on your hair. âEasy, y/n.â
In reality, Jay didnât need you to suck him deep to feel satisfied with you. You could do it however you liked, and heâd still like it.
You ran a hand through your hair and pushed them behind your shoulders to not be bothered as you licked his balls. âMhh oh fuck-â Jay wasnât vulgar, but when he cursed, it meant he really enjoyed himself and ever since you found out about his weakness, you wouldnât help but use it as an advantage.
Your competitive self wanted to prove to him that you, too, knew exactly where to touch him and how to suck him to make him come fast.
He closed his eyes and kept his head back, his hand gripping your hair from time to time, whenever you got him too close to orgasm.
âI donât want to stop here.â He said, looking back at you as he helped you to get up. He stood with you and kissed you again, his lips traveling from your lips to your chest as his hands softly held onto your waist. âDo you want it rough tonight ?â He brought his hands to your ass and squeezed it as he asked.
âOr gentleâŚâ He added an option, his right hand caressing your back until reaching your bra to take it off and free your tits that he craved to suck on ever since heâs seen your surprise.
Jay patiently waited for your answer. He liked both. He loved to treat you right, just the way you deserved while calling you pet names and praising your body and your skills in bed. But he also loved to be rough, marking up your body with his hands, teeth, tongue. That way, when you two woke up in each otherâs arms the morning after, Jay got to admire this body of yours marked by none other than himself.
âBothâŚâ You said with no shame. You had been doing this with Jay for way too long to feel uncomfortable because of your own desires.
âGreedy.â He noted and as he suddenly switched his behavior, you felt his roughness first. Jay turned you around and threw you on the bed.
You were only wearing your panties but Jay slapped your ass. âTake that off.â He commanded as he took off the rest of his clothes. The head you just gave him still felt good; pleasure running through his veins that was only intensifying at the sight of you undressing yourself.
In only a few seconds, you were there, on all fours, ready and beautiful for him. Jay knew how lucky he was with you; because no matter the way it happened, sex with you was always good.
âYouâre ready ?â He asked against your ear and when you furiously nodded yes, Jay didnât even warn you, pushing himself inside of you, earning a loud moan.
âAhhh fuck-â You gripped the sheets. Jay was big. It was not painful but always surprising when he fucked you hard to suddenly be so filled. You arched your back, your nipples rubbing against the silk sheets with each one of his thrusts. He wasnât fast, but he was going deep inside of you, his strong hands holding onto your waist to make you follow up with his rhythm.
âYou like that ?â He asked. He knew the answer. Every unlucky person whose room was stuck to this one knew just how much you were enjoying this just by the way your moans sounded. But he always loved to hear you say it. He spanked you when you didnât give a response as fast as expected. âAnswer now.â
âYes I love it⌠Donât stop, please.â You begged in such a cute way, Jay thought.
He wrapped an arm around your chest to squeeze your tits while fucking you faster. âAhh JayâŚâ You kept on moaning his name over again and he loved it.
He never loved hearing his name as much as when it fell out of your pretty lips.
âYouâre so tight. So tight and so good for me.â He kissed your back and slowed his pace. âI never want to let you goâŚâ He whispered, pulling out to turn you around and make you lay on your back.
You instinctively spread your legs, eager to feel his softer side. âLook just how beautiful you are, all spread out for me.â Jay slowly pushed back inside of you, whimpering as it took him a lot not to reach orgasm on the spot. He didnât want it to end just now. Not when he promised you to fuck you both roughly and gently.
His hand intertwined with yours and his face buried in your neck as his waist moved slowly, making sure you could feel the shape of his dick slowly filling you up.
âY/NâŚâ He moaned your name softly, his lips kissing your neck as if he was addicted to it and in a way, he was.
âYou have no idea what youâre doing to me.â He confessed. He was never embarrassed to use such words to describe you and your relationship. Whatever this was, it was not just an affair neither for him nor for you.
You ran a hand through his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist. âAre you sure ?â He asked as he realized what this implied. He had never come inside of you before; mostly because neither he nor you were interested in this but also because he was a prudent man. However tonight felt different. You felt ready to try this, as you wanted to feel him inside of you until the very end of this intimate act.
You nodded, giving him your full consent for this. âPlease fill me up.â You said. You trusted him, and in his eyes you could see this spark very similar to a growing love.
Jay never broke eye contact as he slowly fucked you through your shared orgasm.
âY/N...â
He moaned your name once again and as you slowly calmed down after the sudden pleasure drowning you, you realized you heard something else with it. âI love youâŚâ
Jay had whispered the three words you always dreamt of hearing during this special moment. And he kissed you right after it. His arms wrapped around you, both your naked bodies embracing each other in such a loving and romantic atmosphere for the first time in forever. It felt right.
AKAâââââą âiâll finger you while we dance, mami, iâm testingâ
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genre: smut | wc: 1.5k | content: smut, public sex (yikes), fingering, dirty talk, jay fingers reader at the club, inspired by eoo by bad bunny lol
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Sticky, suffocating, humidâperfect conditions for a night out.
Maybe your hair would frizz up; maybe your outfit would feel too tight in all the wrong places; maybe your forehead would glaze over with a thin layer of sweat, threatening to remove your perfectly done makeup. No matter what the consequences of your actions were, the payoff was worth it.
In all the years you'd been out clubbing, you'd probably only bought yourself a drink once or twice. Every other time, some poor guy who fell for your tricks would take care of you that night. Maybe you had to actually put out once or twice, but that didn't really matter to you. Sometimes, the guys were actually attractiveâlike tonight.
The man behind you was tall and lean; he had muscles, but they weren't the unattractive kind. Guys who were all big and bulky, biceps bigger than your torso in whichever direction you choseâthey were gross. Not Jayâthat was his name, Jay. Jay's arms were muscular and firm, you could feel them tense when your long nails scraped over them through his shirt.
His hips moved with yours; his pelvis pressing into the plush of your ass. His large, veiny hands splayed themselves across your stomach, keeping you pressed as harsh as possible to his body. The floor was so crowded that even without his efforts, the two of you would still be practically conjoined.
You could feel his hardened cock press against you, could feel his breaths pick up speed and form into almost-pants. Jay leaned forward, placing an open-mouthed kiss along your sweaty neck. "Wanna take this somewhere else?" His question was breathy, desperate.
You giggle, hands snaking up behind his head to pull him closer to you. You open your mouth; he leans closer to hear you. "I don't take strangers homeâsorry."
Jay clicks his tongue, raising his head and glancing around the club. Everyone is in their own world, random shit filling their system and making them the only people on this mortal plane of existence. Jay's hands travel from your stomach lower; you feel the hem of your (very) short skirt twitch, ever so slightly.
"Why notâcould be a good time," he almost purrs in your ear.
"I've tried it too many times to know it won't be a good time," you retort, pressing your ass impossibly closer to his cock. Jay groans, forehead falling onto your shoulder as he bucks into you. His hands shake as they continue to play with your skirt.
"Well, you've never tried with me," he continues. You feel the tips of his fingers, ever so lightly, tracing patterns on your inner thighs. You clench around nothing, swallowing a moan. The ghostly aura of his fingers teases youâthey're taunting, telling you exactly what you could have if you just accepted his offer.
You don't want to accept his offer, though. You don't feel like bringing a guy home, letting him fuck you on your bed trying to be all sexy but failing, and then rolling your eyes for the next month while he doesn't get the hint that you're just not that interested.
You just want to get off.
"I don't leave women disappointed." Jay nips at your neckâyou let yourself moan. You can feel his smirk against your neck, slow and cocky, already acting like he's won you over. "C'mon, baby," he tries again, "jus' lemme prove it to you."
You chuckle at his words, softly tugging at his hair before letting your hands drop to his forearms. "And how're you gonna do that if I don't take you home?"
Jay copies youâchuckling dryly as if you just asked him the dumbest question ever. And maybe you did, because suddenly, you feel the warm pads of his fingers stroke your wet panties. You buck your hips forward, chasing the friction as you breathe out his name. "Jayâfuck."
"There we go," he muses. His fingers keep up their movementsâup and down, up and down. You feel your underwear getting impossibly wetter, his fingers teasing your pussy. "Lemme feel you," he whispers, "please?"
Your legs shake at his ghosting touches, desperate for moreâanything that gets you closer to an orgasm. "Jay, we're in public."
"Look around," he groans, applying a harsh pressure to your clit that makes you whine. "Nobody fucking cares about anyone but themselvesâwanna prove to you that I won't leave you disappointed."
You bite your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as Jay's fingers start to lazily circle around your clit. You don't tell him yes, you don't really need to, your reaction is enough. With the way your ass presses back to him, the way you whine out his name and brings your hips closer to his fingersâhe knows.
Jay's fingers stop their teasing, instead opting to completely disregard your underwear and slip past them. When his fingers make contact with your pussy, the reaction is instantaneous. You whine out, grip tightening on his arms, and clench hard.
Jay chuckles, cooing in your ear as he strokes you up and down. "So, so wet," he begins, fingers prodding at your entrance. "The outline of my cock gets you this horny?"
"Mpfh," you groan, trying to stay quiet. Jay's fingers make contact with your hole, the tips of two of his fingers plunging deeper to the first knuckle. He holds them there for a moment, waiting for you to protest. When you don't, he starts to moveâin and out, in and out he plunges them.
The music doesn't stop, the people around you don't stop, the world doesn't stop. Everything keeps going, keeps moving, keeps existing. Everything in the whole world circles around you and Jayânot bothering the predicament you've gotten yourself into.
And you're damn glad that's the way it is. Jay's fingers are thick, filling you up deliciously once he starts to plunge deeper, almost sinking the entirety of the lengths inside of you. His pace is quick, but careful.
He's keeping his wordâhe doesn't want you to be disappointed. The heat settles in your belly when his lips connect to your neck. Slow, languid kisses cover you as Jay keeps cooing. "So tight," he murmurs, causing you to clench.
Jay lets out a whistle at that, curling his fingers quickly. The movement takes you buy surprise, and you can't help the moan that breaks free. Your hand rushes to cover your mouth, and Jay just laughs.
"Quiet, baby, we're in public." He's mocking you now, entirely amused at the fact that you're letting a random man finger you at the club. His pace quickens with his words, clearly inpatient as his cock is still hard, leaking, and neglected from any form of relief that isn't the subtle grinding of your ass.
"Jay," you whine, "fuck, Jayâright there."
His fingers find that spot, and suddenly, the world around you doesn't exist. Your arousal soaks Jay's fingers, slowly dripping down his wrist and catching onto the sleeve of his shirt. Jay doesn't mindâhe's got the most beautiful girl in the world coming undone on his fingers alone.
His name continues to spill past your lips, his smirk growing by the second. "If I can make you cum in the next thirty seconds, you gotta let me fuck you properly," he groans, biting down onto your shoulder, "deal?"
You nod frantically, the pressure on your lip increasing. He whispers something in your earâa kind of praise you don't quite catch because the noise around you starts to dull. The only thing you have in your mind is the mission of cumming, the feeling of that sweet release.
And that feeling comes before you know it, crashing over your body and wrecking you entirely. You shake in Jay's arms, thighs crushing his hand as your knees knock forward. Your orgasm is silentâhardly any noise accompanies it, save for a soft whimper of his name.
Jay's fingers fuck you through it, continuously hitting the spot that makes you whine, jolting your body with overstimulation. "Jayâstop, too much," you cry out.
He listens, fingers slowing and settling in between your thighs. Jay kisses your jaw, his free hand coming up to grope your breasts over your top. "You gonna let me follow through on my words?"
His question is teasing, half a joke in case this wasn't something you really wanted to do. You weren't jokingâyou never were. If Jay's cock wasn't in you in about two seconds, you seriously might combust into flames.
You nod feverishly against his chest, swallowing the dryness that cakes your throat. "Yeahâyeah, lemme just," you let out a deep breath, "holy shit."
Ooo! I'd love to see Chris with a puppy!gf but like.. scary dog yk? doberman/shepard energy girl looks scary but is just a fucking dumb lap dog đľâđŤ
Chris always teasing her when no one is looking and fucking her so hard her big scary attitude is nowhere to be seen omg omg omg plsplspls
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Attack Dog Lap Dog
Pairing: Chris x fem!reader
Summary: after reader jumps to Chrisâs defense in a way that leaves him hot and bothered, he thinks he knows what heâs in for when he takes her back to his room⌠heâll find out sheâs not as tough as she looks when sheâs behind a closed door with him.
Warnings: filthy smut!, return of soft dom!chris!! đĽ, sub!reader, a dash of Emily being mean (for the plot), unprotected p in v (theyâre really acting like condoms donât exist), a bit of drinking so dubious consent bc of that, use of âgood girlâ
A/N: omg anon I am sooo sorry this took a billion years⌠I wrote the first part and got stuck for so long but we made it!! Here it is and I hope you love this little one shot!
The night is starting to wind down at the Washington mansion, the music is buzzing in the background but the playlist has ended and the ârecommendedâ playlist Spotify has conjured up has really lulled everyone into a more mellow mood, which Josh doesnât like.
âLetâs play a game!â Josh suggests, standing abruptly, unsteady on his feet from the alcohol heâs consumed tonight.
âWhat game?â Jess asks, her interest piqued, thoughts of a steamy game of truth or dare floating around in her boozed up brain.
A silence falls over the group. âWe could play werewolf.â Chris suggests after a beat. Most of the groupâs shoulders sag in disinterest.
âWhatâs werewolf?â You ask, turning your gaze to Chris, who is propped up against the couch, because thereâs no room on it. Heâs currently acting as a foot rest for one of Jessicaâs legs, her calf resting on his shoulder.
Everyone lets out a big sigh, knowing whatâs to come.
âWerewolf is a social deception gameâ Chris perks up, pushing his glasses up on his nose and pushing Jessicaâs leg off his shoulder, to which she whines in annoyed inconvenience. âItâs also sometimes known as Mafiaâactually has its origins in the Soviet Union, believe it or not, It was invented in 1986 by a psychology professor named Dmitryââ
âNo one cares Chris!â Emily whines in annoyance, rubbing her temples.
âFuck offâ you quickly shoot back at Emily âI asked him a questionâ you bark, âIâd like to hear the answerâ
Emily rolls her eyes and gives you a look as to say âsuit yourselfâ but she keeps her lips sealed.
You look back to Chris, who looks between you and Emily nervously but when his eyes fall back on you theyâre tinged with a glowing admiration that the alcohol wonât let him hide.
You let him drone on about the game for a bit, moving closer to him to meet his eyes while he explains it, the rest of the group falls into their own conversations, some even leaving the main room to wander off into the house seeking more booze or a new stimuli.
You listen intently to Chris talk about the game, to be honest itâs hard to follow some of it but his eyes are so pretty in the warm light from the designer lamps in the room that your content with listening to him talk forever.
âButâŚâ he takes a breath from his monologue, âI donât think we have enough people interested to play anyhow..â he gives you a sheepish smile.
âWe need 5 at least?â You try to recall his explanation of the rules.
âYeah,â he nods, âand even if we did convince these numb-skulls to play theyâd be too faded to be any good at itâ he laughs, knowing you two are the only ones who arenât too intoxicated.
He tilts his head back against the arm of the couch.
He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, a flustered smile pulling at his lips âbut if itâs any consolation⌠I think youâd be a great werewolf⌠considering you just about bit Emâs head off earlier,â He laughs lightly.
You canât help but let a smirk pull at your own lips now.
âYeah well, she was being a bitchâ you shrug.
âShe was being Emilyâ he corrects âI donât take offense to herâ he mimics your shrug.
âI just didnât like how she was dismissing you.â you try to defend your actions, a blush betraying your stern tone.
Chris feels emboldened by the liquor still lingering in his veins, he leans towards you, his glasses slipping down his nose as he looks over them, making your heart thump hard in your chest.
âShould I put you on a leash, my little attack dog?â He says lowly.
Your lips part with your silent gasp, your heart thumps hard in your chest, not expecting him to be that forwardâhe didnât expect it either. But, the thought of him putting you on a leash is tempting to say the least.
âIâm gonna bite youâ you try to argue back, your voice coming out weak and desperate despite your effort to be intimidating.
The waver in your voice and the blush on your cheeks only gives Chris more confidence to keep flirting.
âIs that a threat⌠or a promise, pet?â He whispers into your ear, making goosebumps bloom down your side, a silent plea to feel his hands on you.
âYour room.â you demand weakly, knowing Chris has his own guest-room in Joshâs house.
âYes maâamâ Chris wastes no time rising to his feet, holding his hand out for yours once heâs stood before you. You take it and let him pull you to your feet.
The rest of the group has pretty much scattered from this room by now, the only ones left are engrossed in conversation in the corner, they donât even look in your direction as you two slip off up the stairs.
Chris keeps his distance from you as you walk up the stairs, heâs letting you take the lead, heâs trying not to assume youâre going to do anything over a PG rating when you get to his room. for all he knows, you could have just wanted a quieter place to talk.
When you two get to the end of the hall you walk into his room, he opens the door for you, bowing dramatically and ushering you in first. âmâladyâ he says in a faux British accent and you canât help but laugh and roll your eyes.
You walk into Chrisâs room ahead of him, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing off the low party sounds below.
You stand there for a beat, heart hammering. Chris crosses the room casually, rubbing the back of his neck like heâs still half-laughing from his own stupid âmâladyâ joke.
Heâs not expecting anything. not really. He flops onto his bed and starts unlacing one of his boots like you guys are about to chill and talk strategy for some other party game he can chatter on about.
Meanwhile, youâre standing there like your skinâs too hot. Like his stupid âattack dogâ comment is still ringing in your ears, and your legs are going to give out from how bad you want to curl up in his lap and let him call you that again.
Chris glances up when he notices youâre not moving.
His boot drops to the floor with a soft thunk. âYou good?â
You cross to the foot of the bed, slowly, nervous energy buzzing in your fingertips. âYou⌠said something downstairs⌠about putting me on a leash.â
Chris laughs, half-giddy, half-confused. âyeah, I was kidding. I didnât think youâd take it seriouslyâwait, did youâŚ?â
You nod, barely. âI⌠I liked itâ
He stares at you, glasses halfway down his nose, brain clearly doing backflips.
âHoly shit.â He breathes.
You shift your weight, eyes dropping. âYou thought I was gonna come up here and jump your bones, didnât you? Get all bossy?â
He chokes on a laugh. âI mean⌠kinda? Youâre justâso tough. I figured if anyone was gonna pin me down and tell me what to doââ
You shake your head quickly. âNo. I donât wanna be in chargeâ
His jaw goes a little slack.
âOh.â
A beat passes between you two.
âOhhhhhh.â He whispers.
You step closer. âI just want you to tell me what to do.â
Chris exhales violently, like that sentence punched the wind out of him. His fingers curl into the comforter. âYouâreâfuck, youâre serious.â
you nod, kneeling up onto the bed slowly. His eyes track every movement like youâre some kind of skittish creature and he doesnât wanna spook you.
âI want you to touch me,â you whisper, sitting back on your heels in front of him. âTell me I did good earlierâŚ? For standing up for you.â
His hands twitch in his lap.
âYou did so good,â he murmurs, almost reverent. âYou were so fucking hot. I wanted to kiss you the second you told her off.â
You shift closer, tugging at the hem of your top, slowly. like youâre offering, not assuming. âCan you show me, then?â
He makes a broken sound.
âYes. Yeah. Okay. Okay. But justâtell me if I go too far, alright?â His hands are suddenly on your hips, like he canât stop himself anymore. âYou say stop, we stop. Butâholy shitâif you let meâŚâ
He leans in, kisses the corner of your mouth, featherlight. Then your jaw. Then your neck. His voice drops to a whisper right against your skin, âI want to fuck you so badâ
You let out the softest whimper and Chris freezes, blinking.
âDid you justâ?â
You nod, breath shaky. âPlease donât stop.â
Thatâs it. Thatâs the end of Chrisâs brain. Heâs a man on a mission now, clumsy with urgency, but reverent; He kisses you hard.
All that awkward hesitation heâd had before? Gone. Melted under the heat of your hands fisting in his shirt and the way you gasp like you need him. You straddle his lap, grinding down against him without even meaning to, and he groans into your mouth like heâs been waiting years for this.
His hands are firm on your hips, pulling you tighter against him, and the second he tugsâhardâyou let out a soft, high-pitched whine that short-circuits his entire nervous system.
He pulls back just enough to look at you. His lips are pink and kiss-swollen, his glasses askew.
ââŚDid you just make that noise because I grabbed you?â He asks breathless.
You blink, dazed, lips parted. You donât answer.
He tilts his head, voice dipping lower. âoh, you liked that.â
He tightens his grip again, harder this time, fingers digging into your waist and you moan, pitching forward like your whole body is begging for more. He breathes out a laugh, disbelieving.
âYouâre not scary at all, are you?â he says, low and smug and shocked at his own boldness. âYouâre just a whiney little thing.â
You whimper again. louder. Bury your face in his neck. âChrisââ
âYou barked at Em like you were gonna fight her,â he murmurs, rocking you against him now, âbut this is what I get behind closed doors?â
You nod into his neck, dizzy from how fast itâs all happening, how good it feels. How natural it feels to let him take over.
Chris drags his hands up under your shirt, palms rough and warm, pushing the fabric up until it bunches beneath your arms. You donât even think, just lift your arms for him like you need to be bare for him.
His hands are everywhere, groping, squeezing, testing the limits of your reactions, and youâre falling apart with every new touch. He cups your jaw next, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, and when you lean into it, he mutters, âyeah, thatâs what I thought. you wanna be handled, huh?â
You nod, whimpering again as your hips grind against his with more urgency.
Chris curses, pulling you back in to kiss you. sloppier now, hungrier. And between kisses, he mumbles: âAll I have to do is grab you and youâre whining for me?â
You claw at his shoulders, desperate for more. âYou talk too much,â you breathe.
He grins against your mouth. âOh, now you wanna shut me up?â
He flips you onto your back without warning, hands still gripping tight like he doesnât trust himself to let go. His voice is wrecked now, half-laughing, half-moan as he pushes you onto your back on the bed.
Youâre sprawled on the bed now, chest rising and falling fast, eyes wide and glassy. Chris looms over you, lips flushed and bitten. His hands havenât stopped touching you; your sides, your thighs, your waist, like heâs trying to map out every inch of you.
âYou gonna beg for it, baby?â he asks, voice wrecked and shaky with disbelief. âIs that how desperate youâre getting for me?â
You squirm under him. âChrisâŚâ
He grins; hungry, boyish, slightly unhinged. âThatâs not beggingâ
His fingers slide up your bare stomach under your shirt, slow and taunting, until his thumbs are brushing the underwire of your bra. Your back arches toward him like instinct.
âCâmon,â he whispers, dipping his head to kiss your neck, biting lightly. âbe good. use your words.â
You whimper, and he sinks his teeth in a little harder.
âI want you,â you breathe. âPlease, Chris. I want you to fuck meâ
His breath catches hard against your skin like he wasnât at all ready for how good that would sound.
âShit,â he mutters, kissing down your chest now, tongue teasing the edge of your bra. âYou donât even know what that does to me.â
âI do,â you whisper. âI want it, please.â
He groans and suddenly your shirt is gone, thrown somewhere to the floor, your lacy bra tugged down unceremoniously. Your tits spilling out for him and before you know it, his mouth finds your nipple, sucking it into his mouth while his big hand squeezes your other breast.
âYouâre soâfuck, youâre so pretty,â he mutters, lips dragging over sensitive skin. âAnd youâre mine tonight. All mine.â
You nod, gasping as he tugs your jeans down with a little more force than necessary. You lift your hips to help him, moaning softly as the fabric peels away and leaves you in just your panties beneath him.
Chris looks down at you; spread out, flushed, needy. and he stammers.
âYouâyouâre sure?â he asks, one hand still at your hip, the other tangled in the bedsheets like heâs clinging to the last shred of self-control. âBecause if I keep going, Iâm not gonna be able toâlikeâgo slow, or⌠be chill, orââ
âI donât want slow,â you interrupt, pulling him down by his shirt collar until your lips barely brush. âI want you to ruin me.â
His brain short-circuits.
He kisses you hard, rutting against you now through both layers of fabric, he can feel your panties sliding against your slick as he moves against you and he groans into your mouth when he realizes how soaked you already are.
âOh my fuck,â he gasps, voice shaking. âYouâre practically dripping, sweetheartâ
You can only nod, whimpering under him as he finally slides a hand between your legs, thick fingers pressing over your panties, making you arch and cry out softly.
âThat for me?â he murmurs, teasing your clit through the sopping fabric. âall âcause I said Iâd put you on a leash?â
You whine, thighs trembling.
He chuckles darkly, leaning in close. âGonna have to start watching what I say around you, huh? Donât wanna get you soaking wet in front of Josh next time.â
You gasp, burying your face in his shoulder. âChrisâpleaseââ
âI know, baby, I know,â he soothes, voice tender but wrecked. âIâve got you.â
He pulls your panties down with aching slowness, then pushes his own pants and boxers down just enough to free himself, his hard cock springing free. His hands are trembling, like he still canât believe this is happening, but his gaze is locked on yours.
âIâm gonna be so good to you,â he promises, lining himself up and rocking forward to slide the tip through your slippery folds. You sob at the contact, desperate for more.
Then he pauses for just a beat.
âtell me what you want.â he whispers, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.
You squirm under him, breathless. âWanna be fucked. I wanna be your good girlâ
And with that, Chris snaps, his eyes widening.
He thrusts into you hard and deep, swallowing your gasp with a messy, ravenous kiss as you claw at his back, already undone.
âyou are,â he growls. âMy perfect, whiney, good girl.â He breathes, âHolyâfuckâyou feel incredibleâ he groans, hips stuttering as he bottoms out. âI didnâtâI didnât think it would be like thisââ
Youâre already moaning so loud it makes him whimper. the second he hears that noise, that soft little broken cry? He loses his mind.
âOh my god, thatâs what you sound like?â he pants, pulling back and slamming into you again, rougher this time. your back arches, mouth falling open on a wrecked little sob, âthatâs how you sound when I fuck you?â like heâs wondered about it before.
Heâs talking too much, but you love it. He canât stop.
He hooks your leg over his hip and fucks into you faster now, sloppy and deep and needy, his hand gripping your thigh like heâll leave marks. youâre already wet enough that itâs obscene, slick sounds filling the room every time he thrusts into your tight cunt.
Youâre not quiet, not even close.
Your moans are high and breathy, sometimes turning into whines when he hits just the right spot, and Chrisâs mouth is everywhere; your neck, your chest, the shell of your ear.
âYouâre so fucking loud,â he groans, absolutely wrecked with it. âYouâre gonna get us caughtâ
You shake your head against the pillow, but youâre gasping, blissed-out, teary-eyed, gone.
He leans in closer, fucking you through your moans now, voice low and wrecked.
âNo, you want them to hear, donât you?â he pants, his rhythm messy now, desperate. âYou want them to know I made you sound like thisâ
Youâre whimpering nonstop now, too far gone to form words, just clinging to him with trembling thighs and a soaked, squelching rhythm that makes his breath stutter.
âShitâokay, okay, thatâsâyouâre squeezing me so tightâ he gasps, forehead pressed to yours, âYou feel too fucking goodâIâve been wanting this for so longââ
Your eyes flutter open, wet lashes stuck to your cheeks. you touch his face, whispering breathlessly, âChrisâIâm gonna comeâplease donât stopâpleaseââ
That does it.
He groans, something feral and completely overwhelmed, and fucks into you harder, faster, both of you sloppy and frantic and loud.
Your orgasm hits so hard your vision goes white, back arching, thighs trembling around his hips. You cry out his name like a prayer and your walls flutter around him while you feel him stutter through his own release seconds later, shuddering as he spills into you with a raw, broken moan.
âFuckâ oh my godâshitâbaby,â he chokes out, hips slowing, but heâs still coming, still pulsing inside of you with little jerks of his hips.
Finally he stills and then he collapses onto you, breathing hard, holding himself up on shaking arms just enough not to crush you.
silence settles, well, except for both of you panting like you just ran a marathon.
Chris finally lifts his head, icy blue eyes dazed behind his glasses, heâs completely flushed and disheveled.
ââŚweâre not gonna be able to show our faces back downstairs, are we?â He asks breathlessly.
You burst into breathless laughter, and he grins like he just fell in love with the sound.