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Ria | 22 | she/her

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[heavenlyvision]

Begrudgingly betrothed

Word count: 23.6k

Pairing: Kuai Liang x F!Reader

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:  There has been arrangements for you to marry a good friend of yours and you weren’t included in the discussion, now you have to come to terms with wedding a man you don’t love, understand why you have been put in this situation and learn to enjoy leaving home and living somewhere new.  

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 didn’t mention this to you at all? Is odd, you are close with him and you’ve 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, it’s not like what you think matters, considering this has already been decided for you and you’d really rather not kick up a fuss. It wouldn’t end well for you.

Picking your battles is smart, it’s 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 it’s not that much better, since Kuai didn’t tell you. You suppose, he probably has his reasons but you can’t get over being passed around like property, it’s 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.

“This is something that will be happening,” your fathers voice is stern, even.

You look him in the eyes, firm, resolute, “I 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.”

He is unmoved by your voiced displeasure, “You will do whatever makes this process go smoothly and you will do what you are told.”

You feel, so much right now but your face remains emotionless, unwilling to break in front of your father, “Fine but I am going to tell you right now, to me, this is unforgivable.”

Your father raises a brow at you, feeling no sympathy, “I do not need your forgiveness, I have done nothing wrong.”

He is unbelievable, so you tell him, “I 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.”

“And I hope one day, you understand my actions and realise you are being a petulant child,” he retorts.

You ignore him and his rude statement, “If there is nothing further to be discussed, I would like to leave.”

He waves a dismissive hand at you, “Yes, fine, leave.”

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. It’s 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.

You’re 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 you’ve 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.

“I’m guessing your father has told you,” he says, standing in front of you.

You look up to him, “You mean that we have new tea?” you say sardonically before continuing, “Or 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?” Your face displays no extreme emotions but your tone is filled with threatening politeness.

There’s 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, “Yes, he told me.”

Kuai sighs, “He was meant to wait for me, I wanted to speak with you first.”

“Well, that is where you went wrong,” you wave a hand at him, explaining, “He has to be the one to do things first, he was never going to let you tell me this.” 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. ‘Orders’ come from him and him alone.

Distantly, you wonder if he told you first because it will be the last ‘order’ 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, “Sit down.”

“Thank you,” Kuai replies, sitting cautiously beside you.

It’s awkward between the two of you, mostly because you can tell Kuai has more to say but you won’t 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, “Kuai, are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” he doesn’t hesitate in answering.

“What about you and Harumi?” You were pretty sure they had something going on between the two of them.

He’s looking at you, “What about her?”

Your eyes stay forward but you really want to look at him and roll them dramatically, “What do you mean ‘what about her’? Everyone was pretty sure you two were going to wed.”

He turns his own face forward, looking out to the garden, “We are just friends, nothing more.”

“Be honest with yourself Kuai, I don’t want to be the reason you miss your chance at love.” You feel empty, this isn’t 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, “I do not feel that way, not for Harumi.”

“But you feel that way for someone?” He doesn’t reply, “My concern is still warranted then.” 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, “If 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.”

Kuai stands up from the bench, his back to you, “Your concern is noted.” Is all he says before he walks away.

You’re 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 it’s 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, it’s what you need to gather yourself before moving forward. You’ll 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 doesn’t 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 won’t be for a few weeks but that doesn’t 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 it’s 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 – 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 can’t read much about how he is feeling. He is stoic and looks to be calm, but you can’t 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 wasn’t your initial intent to try and start a staring contest, only wanting to display your irritation for this situation but now you’re even more annoyed that you couldn’t get him to blink before you. You aren’t even convinced he’s blinked yet, weirdo.

Scowling lightly, you look away from him and down to your food. Your parents have been talking but you haven’t really been listening, all your attention was on Kuai Liang and his stupid face. Why he has stayed eludes you but you’re sure you will find out soon enough, it’s too late for him to leave now, he’ll probably stay the night and he’ll probably want to speak with you again before he leaves, presumably tomorrow.

“Are you paying attention to me?” 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 don’t know how to tell him you weren’t. He seems very angry, he’s never raised his voice like that to you before, his behaviour is starting to distress you.

Kuai speaks for you, trying to help, “It was my fault, I was distracting her.”

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, “Now, I think that is quite enough, let’s eat and they can talk later, hmm?” She poses it like a question but it isn’t one, she’s 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 you’ve 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 he’s already looking at you, his eyes are sympathetic to you and how uncomfortable you must feel but you feel worse for him. This isn’t 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, “I’d like to talk with Kuai now, privately.” You squint at your father, frustration with him palpable.

“Thank your mother for dinner first,” he mumbles out.

Turning to your mother, you graciously say, “Thank you for dinner, it was lovely.”

“You’re very welcome,” she smiles and scrunches her nose at you affectionately.

As you round behind her chair, you kiss the top of her head before grabbing Kuai’s hand and tugging him off after you, he makes sure to thank your parents as he’s pulled along. You don’t 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.

“Where are you taking me?” He’s 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, “My room.”

He stops all at once and your back collides with his chest. He doesn’t move though, not even taking a step back from you falling into him. He leans down behind you, mouth next to your ear, “Is that appropriate?”

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 doesn’t, he doesn’t 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 it’s rushed to your face. He pulls away from you, a hand landing on your shoulder. You gather yourself quickly and tell him, “It is appropriate, I have questions and you have answers.”

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, he’d be handy to have close by this winter. You suppose that could be a bright side, you’re marrying a pyromancer in the middle of winter. It’s 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, “Sit.” You tell him.

He sits down, carefully, eyes looking up into yours, “You are demanding.”

You roll your eyes at him and move across the room, when you come back, you’re 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.

Kuai’s frame is still, not moving and very clearly not relaxed. It’s 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.

“Do you want the chair?” You ask, taking pity on him.

He looks to you, “I am fine…”

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 Kuai’s pull.

You pull your hand from his and gently slap at his shoulder, “What was that for?”

“I told you I was fine.”

“Whatever, go sit in the chair,” you huff out.

“No, I am comfortable here,” he says, amused as you sigh exasperatedly at him.

You cave, letting him do whatever he wants, “Fine.”

“What did you want to know?” He asks, redirecting the conversation.

Your posture slouches a bit, already wanting the conversation to be over, “Why didn’t you tell me? That I am to marry you?” you pause for a moment before continuing, “You 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?”

He thinks for a moment, on how to phrase his words, “You deserved to know… but I did not have much of a choice.”

That confuses you, so you clarify, “In getting engaged to me?”

He shakes his head as he answers quickly, “No, no that is my choice… it was not my choice to keep it from you, your father decided that.” He doesn’t look thrilled by your fathers choice.

Your voice feels small, “You could have told me anyways.”

“No, I could not have. You are amazing…” he places a hand on your knee and squeezes,

You squint at him, “I feel a ‘but’ coming.”

“But, you are… confrontational?” He sees the way you frown at him when he describes you that way and corrects himself, “Or maybe curious is a better word… you would have wanted to speak with your father as soon as I told you.”

Looking away, you mumble out to him, “If you were worried about my father… I would not have told him, that you told me.”

“It 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.” He’s trying to be gentle with you, his voice warm.

Facing him again, your eyes are filled with emotions and you can’t help it, “I am still very confused, he… he never had any intentions of marrying me off.”

“All I can tell you is that he does now, I don’t know what changed for him but I had heard he was looking for… possible suitors for you,” Kuai’s face scrunches up in distaste.

Your voice shakes with your question, “He was going to marry me off to… anyone?”

“I am sure not just anyone… but he was looking, yes.”

Your eyes well with tears, not only are you being given away without regard for your own feelings but he wasn’t even going to… he wasn’t 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. “I know… I know you may be upset with me and maybe what I’ve done is wrong but I offered– I insisted that I be the one you marry.”

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.

“It’s going to be okay, I have you,” he mumbles into the top of your head and you believe him.

He holds you until you pull away from him first, once you’re no longer worried about crying, you sit back properly and wipe at your eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for… I know this is hard for you,” his expression is sympathetic to you.

“I just… wish he had explained his reasoning more, maybe then it wouldn’t feel so out of the blue,” 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 doesn’t say anything further, his lack of a real response confuses you and when you uncover your eyes, you see he’s already looking at you. His eyes move up your stretched out body, silently watching you.

“Kuai Liang,” 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, “What did you say?”

Something occurs to you and you sit up beside him again, he’s surprised by your sudden movements, eyes widening slightly. You turn to him completely, one of your legs crossed on the mattress.

“Kuai…” you hesitate to ask him your question but he hums at you to continue, “Am I… are we going…” he raises a brow at you, confused as to what you’re trying to ask him, “Do we have to kiss? For the ceremony?” You finally manage to get out.

He stifles a chuckle at your question, “Not if you don’t want to, it’s not necessary… you know that.”

Your mouth pulls to the side, considering things for a moment. He is right, it isn’t necessary but now you’re a little concerned about your future and what it means to be married to Kuai, “I haven’t… I’ve not been kissed.”

“Ever?” He seems taken aback by your confession.

You huff out, “I didn’t tell you to get made fun of, Kuai,” You told him because you’re worried about later, you’ve not had a lot of firsts and if you marry him, you want to respect that, you won’t be looking at others while married to him. You’re just, you’re in a predicament right now.

Before you can convey your concerns in a sensical manner though, he asks, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

You’re shocked by his offer, and also tempted. You suppose you aren’t 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, “Do you mind?”

“Not in the slightest,” he assures you, “Though, if you want me to kiss you, you’ll have to ask for it.”

His words and demeanour set you on edge, his eyes are watching you very closely. Watching how you fidget, “Would you kiss me?” You feel embarrassed and very hot in the face but you add, “Please?”

His expression turns smug and it makes your heart skip a beat, “Since you asked so nicely,” 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, “I don’t know what I am doing.”

“That’s fine,” His breath fans across your lips, “I will show you.”

Is he trying to kill you? He might kill you, his words and his proximity to you, it’s setting your skin on fire, “Okay.”

“Good,” he murmurs, before leaning in again. You don’t move away this time and he presses his lips to yours.

He’s warm and his lips are soft, you mimic what he’s 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. He’s overpowering all of your senses and an involuntary whimper is pulled from your chest at the way he’s 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, he’s taking your breath away, kissing you dizzy. You want to rub your thighs together for friction but with the way you’re sitting, it’s 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 he’s in pain. The sound shocks you and you pull back from him, your foreheads resting against each other as you huff shallow breaths.

“Are you okay?” You’re worried you did something wrong, or that you’ve hurt him somehow.

He shakes his head against yours, “Mm fine, you didn’t do anything wrong.” His voice is strained.

You sit for a second longer before you realise what had happened and it sets your face alight, “I’m sorry,” you rush out.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” 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, “You did nothing wrong.” He reiterates.

Your heart feels like it’s 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. “You’re a really good kisser.”

He looks down at you, amused by your comment, “How would you know?”

“Should I find someone else to kiss? To compare it to?” You tease him.

His gaze is firm, “No, you’re going to be my wife, the only person you will be kissing in the future… will be me.”

The words are possessive, and you think if you weren’t so delirious from his lips on yours, you would argue back against him but at the moment, you think you’re okay with never kissing anyone else, “Okay.”

He smirks at you, enjoying the look in your eyes. They’re wet and needy and he’s getting a lot of pleasure from seeing you like this, for him.

His lips are shiny from the kiss you shared and you can’t look away, wanting so badly for him to put his mouth back on yours, “Can you kiss me again?”

He doesn’t move and only looks at you, “I can.”

A few beats pass by in the quiet room, the only sound you’re able to recognise is the rapid beating of your own heart pumping blood through your head. He still doesn’t move, just watches you, you can’t tell if he’s having an internal conflict or if he’s teasing you. It’s starting to frustrate you though, and to ‘punish’ 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, “Don’t.”

You don’t reply to him, your chest moving quickly with your huffed breaths. He watches you and the way you’re 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, it’s only a peck, it’s all he gives you but you want so much more, you’re hooked on his mouth, drunk on his kisses.

You almost beg him, “Kuai, please–”

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. He’s kissing you how he wants too, deeply and fully, taking over all your thoughts, filling your brain with only thoughts of him.

You can’t 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 he’s going to get. He hums into the kiss at the way you’ve 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 you’re making for him.

When he parts from you, you’re 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.

“Kuai,” you call to him again.

He groans into your neck, “Shh– just, I need a second.”

You’re confused by what he means, a moment for what? All you want to tell him is how badly you need him right now. “I want you,” your voice is small, as if being quieter will negate the fact that you didn’t give him the moment of silence he asked for.

His hips buck into yours involuntarily, “Fuck–”

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 you’re looking at him again. He doesn’t move or speak; he’s just enjoying the expression on your face again.

His hips grind down into you and a small moan exits you, you’re unable to supress the sound even if you tried. Kuai’s thumb is on your chin, pulling slightly to ensure any noise you might make comes out.

He slowly grinds into you, the noises you’d rather he not hear slipping from you. You’re 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 he’s 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. You’re 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.

He’s taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, “I think we should stop.”

“Why?” Your brows are drawn up at him.

He sighs, “You asked for a kiss and I delivered, we should leave it at that.”

You start pulling yourself off the mattress, weight held up on your elbows, “And if I want to ask for more?”

His eyes hold a warning for you, “Do not.”

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. He’s trying to make it look like he wasn’t 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. He’s 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, “Yes?”

“I am looking for Kuai Liang, is he still with you?” Your fathers eyes try scanning behind you but there is nothing to see.

“No, he left a bit ago, maybe he is in the bathroom?” 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, “You know I love you right?”

“I– it doesn’t feel like it right now,” 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, “If you see Kuai Liang, let him know, I wish to speak with him.”

“Will do,” 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 doesn’t know how to say it. It isn’t 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 aren’t a mess from Kuai.

Shutting the door, you turn around to see Kuai already moving for it to leave and find your father, “You’re going already?”

He pauses and turns to you, “Why?” And then leaning in close, he asks, “Would you like me to stay?” His tone is smug, expression cool and self-pleased.

You look away from him, “If I said yes?”

He sighs, hands coming up to rest on either side of your face, forehead leaning to yours, “I would like to stay.” He takes a moment, “But… I should talk with your father.” He pulls his head away from yours, still holding you in his hands.

Your face scowls at the mention of your father and Kuai’s 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, “Alright, but try and ask him why it’s suddenly become so important I marry someone.”

“Yes ma’am,” he jokes, eyes lingering on you for a moment.

You aren’t sure why he’s looking at you so seriously but you understand when he leans in and kisses you so very gently, it’s 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, “I don’t know if you have been told, but you’re expected to come back with me tomorrow.”

You’re taken aback, “I thought I had one more week?”

“I had asked for it but he changed his mind, earlier today.” He pulls back from you, giving you room to process.

You sigh deeply, feeling empty at this point, “Today has been too much, I’m not sure how to react at this point.”

“I’ll make you as comfortable as I possibly can, I want you to be happy there,” his tone is concerned, genuinely wanting you to be happy with him and with the Shirai Ryu.

You snark out, mostly joking, “I want to have, free will.”

“I will give you as much as I can manage,” he promises.

You tease, leaning towards him, “But kissing others–”

“–Is not on the table.” His tone is stern, expression unamused.

You smile at him sweetly, “I was joking, I will respect our marriage fully and completely”

“Fully and completely? And what exactly does that entail?” His expression is suggestive as he looks at you, subtly moving closer.

You feel nervous but can’t stop yourself from saying, “And if I said anything you wanted?”

“Then I would say, I’d like to test that,” 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, “Didn’t you have to leave?”

He chuckles lowly at you before grabbing your hand and holding it firmly, “I want you to know… that I will be with you every step of the way and that you can talk to me… about anything.” He squeezes your hand once, in confirmation.

You squeeze his hand back and smile at him kindly, “Thank you… and you know… if you ever have anything you need to talk about, I am here to listen.”

Kuai takes several moments to look at you, and then decides he’s been holding off on leaving you for too long, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

You don’t really know what to say, you want him to stay longer but know he probably shouldn’t, “Yes, we will talk tomorrow, hopefully you will have more answers for me,” you jest, smiling up to him.

“Hopefully,” 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, you’re left alone and wanting Kuai. You miss the weight of his body on top of yours, you’re 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 aren’t 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.

It’s a little embarrassing that you were about to beg him to fuck you when you hadn’t ever been kissed before, let alone had sex but he has an effect on you that you’ve never experienced and even though you’ve known him for a while now, he’s never been this forward with you. Feeling desire for someone you consider a friend is weird right? You aren’t sure, you’ve 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, it’s probably a good idea to turn in for the night.

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You spend said night tossing and turning in your bed, waking up every few hours just to roll over and be upset that you’ve woken up before an appropriate time, again. When you finally do fall asleep at some ungodly hour in the morning, you’re 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 don’t knock again, instead just letting themselves into your room, you peak a look and can see it’s your mother. Groaning at her again, you roll over, shuffling further into your sheets; you are not ready to start the day.

“Come on, it’s time to get up,” her tone is soft, trying to coax you out of bed with kindness.

Another groan, “I don’t want to get up, I am tired.”

She sits on the side of your bed and places a hand soothingly on your back, “You… you’re leaving today.”

“I know, Kuai told me last night,” you grumble at her, mood worsening at remembering the sudden change in plans.

Her hand rubs circles into your back, “I couldn’t change your fathers mind, I am sorry.”

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, “Why is he doing this?”

She hesitates, eyes sad, “He just wants the best for you.”

Your gaze scrutinises her, “There’s more, isn’t there?”

“I am telling you everything you need to know,” she replies, smiling at you sombrely before her face changes to a more enthusiastic expression, “Now, come on! time to gather your stuff.”

You flop back onto the mattress at her words, grumbling to yourself, you had forgotten that part of leaving would include… packing.

“It isn’t so bad, take your important belongings and some clothes, your father and I can bring over the rest after the marriage.” 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 she’s 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, “I 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.”

She pauses what she’s doing and looks to you, “I know dear, I raised you well,” she flexes her arm at you jokingly, “Be strong and keep your head up. I know you will continue to fill me with pride,” She moves closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing once, “You always have.”

Her words have you fighting back tears, you don’t want her to see you cry, you replace the look on your face with a strained smile, “I will do my best.”

“That’s all you ever need to do,” She pulls you into her for a hug, holding you in her embrace for a moment. You aren’t sure which one of you needs this more.

When she pulls back, she claps her hands together once and rubs them, “Alright, let’s get stuck into this.”

Rolling your eyes and supressing a smile you ask, “Where should I start, boss?”

She chuckles at you brightly and directs you on where to begin. It doesn’t 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 you’ve not packed everything away, your room looks significantly more bare compared to before.

Your mother stops and looks around, “Well, I think that is about everything you will need for now.”

“Yeah I think this is good,” you smile at her.

She heads for your door, “You still have a bit of time before you have to leave, maybe have a nap, you look very tired.”

Shooting her a light-hearted glare you say, “Wow, I wonder why.”

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 doesn’t 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. You’ve made yourself comfortable now, there is no way you’re getting up, not unless there’s a fire or something.

A few moments of peace is all you get before there is another knock on your door, “Are you awake?” Speaking of fire, Kuai has come to see you.

You huff face down into the mattress and mumble out, “You can come in.”

“What? I can’t hear you,” his tone is amused.

Grunting you hold your head up so your mouth isn’t pressed into the sheets, “I said, you can come in.” 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.

“Are you okay?” He asks tentatively, a little worried you’re going to snap at him.

Your words are mumbled again, “Mm fine.”

Kuai moves beside you and flops down too, laying on his back, “I spoke with your father last night,” that catches your attention and your head turns to the side to look at him, “Don’t get excited, he didn’t tell me anything new, just that it was important to him and that it is what’s best for you.”

You scowl at him, unimpressed with your fathers answer, “He’s starting to get on my nerves.”

“Starting?” Kuai asks playfully.

Your scowl deepens, “Whatever, leave me alone. I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“I wonder why that is,” 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 can’t help it, he’s 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, he’s in love with someone else but is marrying you out of kindness. He’s preventing you from marrying a stranger because of his concern for you but now you’re concerned about his happiness. But if he doesn’t 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, “What are you worried about now?”

Sitting up, you tell him, “You actually,” he raises a brow at you, as if to say ‘oh?’, “You said you love someone–”

“–I never said I love someone, you did,” he interjects, also moving to sit up and face you.

You retort back, “But you implied it,” he keeps his mouth shut this time, knowing you’re right, “I am just confused? Worried? I mean… we kissed last night–”

“–I think it was a bit more than a kiss,” he interrupts again.

You look at him and don’t hesitate to say, “…Right, well that kind of adds to my point then doesn’t it?”

“And what is your point?” He’s pushing you to say what you mean.

“If you stopped interrupting me I could get there,” your eyebrow raises at him in admonishment, “I am just… I guess I’m just confused about what you’re feeling… because you love someone else… but then you…” you look away from him, “…You kissed me like that last night and I don’t know how to feel… I don’t know how you feel.” Embarrassment is seeping into every fibre of your being, feeling really exposed at being honest with him.

He intakes a deep breath, “I kissed you like that because I wanted to.”

Turning your head back, you shoot him a pointed look, telling him that what he’s offered is not enough, “Kuai–”

He stops you before you get even more annoyed at him, “–I love you.”

You’re shocked and have no idea how to react to that, “I–”

“–I kissed you like that because I love you and have for a while now,” he’s looking right at you, unashamed by his feelings, “I am not expecting you to feel the same, I am only telling you so you worry less, so you don’t think I am the type of man who kisses someone like that for no reason.” His words are filled with emotion but also stated as fact, he’s 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 doesn’t 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, “I am not sure how I feel towards you–”

Kuai doesn’t let you finish your sentence, “–I told you; I do not need you to–”

“¬–Could you stop interrupting me?” You look at him exasperatedly, getting tired of not finishing your thoughts, “I am not sure how I feel towards you but I know that I like you… more than a friend, and I wouldn’t have let you kiss me like that if I didn’t.” Your gaze averts his, looking anywhere but his eyes.

He’s smiling to himself, “You like me?”

“I mean… obviously…” 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, “I can work with that.”

If he touched your face he would be able to feel the way you’re 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 can’t help but feel okay right now.

You snuggle into him slightly, your arms wrapping around his torso to properly be held by him, “I am still feeling uncertain about the future… but right now, I think I am good,” your words are mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

His chest rumbles under you, humming, “Whatever you are still worried about, I will be with you… every step of the way.”

Pulling your head back, you rest your chin on his chest and ask, “Promise?”

He looks down to you and without hesitation says, “Promise.”

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 he’ll 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, he’s warm and smells really good, he’s making you dizzy.

“You are really warm,” 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, “You are torturing me.”

You don’t move from him, too comfortable and cosy to pull back, “How?”

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 doesn’t reply to you though; choosing to ignore your question instead.

The sudden urge to cuddle further into his neck hits you but you don’t want to push his boundaries, so you start to pull away from him, mumbling out, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“That’s not what I meant,” his hands move to hold your face, stilling you so you don’t 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 – 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, “I’m sorry, I got carried away.” His voice is strained, his mind clouded with the sounds you make, the feel of your soft skin, he’s 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.

“Don’t apologise, I don’t mind,” your voice is shaky, both from him and from your nervousness at admitting you liked it, you liked the way he’s 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. “Don’t tell me that, not right now,” 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, “I like the way you touch me.”

“That did the opposite of help,” 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 he’d 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 you’re 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, “Kuai, I think we have to leave soon.” It’s not a lie, you are both due back at the Shirai Ryu.

“I know,” he says, pulling his head away from you, he shuffles back a bit too, putting some distance between the two of you, “Again, I am sorry.”

“And again, I don’t need your apology, I said I liked it and I meant it,” you’re doing your best to be confident in yourself, “Now, let’s get going or we’ll be late,” 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, “Are you coming?”

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” 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 would’ve 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. It’s 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 won’t 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 don’t 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 won’t be back for quite a bit. It’s not forever, you will visit but you’d like to commit as much of it to memory now, before you leave. Kuai joins you on your walk, keeping you company, he’s nice to walk next to, his body radiates warmth just to your left.

“You will be handy to have in the winter, I don’t handle the cold all that well,” you hum out to him.

He smiles to himself, “I will keep you warm.”

“I will hold you to that.”

When it is finally time to leave, your parents see you off and then you’re gone from your childhood home, starting a new chapter with your future husband. It’s 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 – is your best, that is more than enough.

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Being back at the Shirai Ryu is… overwhelming or maybe nerve wracking, mostly because you won’t be leaving, this is going to be your home now… Oh gods, this is going to be your home now. Your heart feels like it’s 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, “Are you okay?”

You look up to him, your eyes round, you’re panicking and you don’t know how to stop. You can’t find the words to express that, though. The only response you’re capable of is scared eyes and a shake of your head, this is all starting to feel so real.

“I have you, I’m right here,” Kuai pulls you to him, engulfing your frame in a hug, his arms holding you securely, “Everything is okay.”

The pressure of being held is helping to calm you but you’re still feeling frightened, “Okay, w–we should go…we have things to take care of,” you can’t help the slight shake in your voice.

“It can wait,” his chest vibrates under your ear as he speaks, “I’m going to keep holding you until you are ready.”

You focus on your breathing and trying to slow it, attempting to take deep breaths. With your head pressed to Kuai’s 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, he’s such a sturdy person, you’re glad he is here.

Eventually, you come back to yourself but you don’t want to pull away from him just yet. Moving your face, you press your forehead into his chest, “Thank you,” you mumble against him.

One of his hands moves to your head and strokes the back of it, “Do you feel better?”

“Marginally,” you breathe him in, he smells nice.

He pauses in thought for a moment before enquiring, “Have you ever panicked like that before?”

You sigh against him, “Not for a very long time.”

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. You’ve not had a panic attack this bad in a long time, not since you were younger.

“If you find yourself panicking again… look for me,” his hand tilts your head up, so your chin rests on his chest, “I will drop everything to help.”

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 don’t get to look at him long though, he grabs your hand and walks you through the village properly, taking you to his home.

You’re familiar with his house, you like it, it’s homey and light, it very clearly displays that a man lives in it but it’s 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. It’s 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, “You can stay in this room.”

Nudging his side, you say, “You don’t want to sleep next to me?” You’re joking, mostly.

“You are welcome in my bed anytime you want, dear,” he’s 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, “If you do want to sleep next to me, you are more than welcome, I promise to keep my hands to myself.” His tone has an air of humour to it.

“Thank you,” 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, “I know it isn’t much but I hope you will be comfortable.”

“It’s perfect, Kuai, thank you,” you’re being earnest, the room is perfect, it has everything you’ll need and that’s more than enough.

Something on the nightstand catches your attention, “Did you get that for me?”

He comes up beside you, “I did, is it okay?”

The big smile that breaks out across your face can’t be helped, “It’s more than okay, thank you,” 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, you’re not nearly as scientific about it all.

Kuai thinking to get you a plant… it fills you with joy, he’s 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. It’s only now that you recognise and understand, that these feelings are not how you are meant to feel for a friend, you hadn’t considered liking Kuai like that until you had wanted to kiss him.

Being able to recognise them doesn’t 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 doesn’t help that your situation is not exactly… orthodox.

Looking to him, you can’t help the mass amounts of affection you are feeling for him right now, “Kuai, I really do mean it… thank you.”

“It’s just a plant,” his eyebrows scrunch at you, equal parts amused and confused by your heartfelt sentiment.

Your answer is simple, “I know.”

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 don’t really want to unpack though and so, instead, you end up flopping onto the bed and star-fishing out across the mattress. It’s a nice mattress, not too shabby, nothing to write home about but it’ll get you a good night’s 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, “Done unpacking, already?”

Looking to him, you complain, “It’s boring and I don’t want to do it.”

He raises a brow to you, “How much did you do?”

“Most of my clothes and a couple other things,” shrugging, you add, “What can I say? I packed light.”

He wordlessly looks down to your other bag sitting in the corner, completely untouched.

You shake a hand at him dismissively, “I’ll unpack as I use things.”

“I foresee that annoying you,” he comments.

Scowling, you bite back, “Guess what’s annoying me right now.”

He fights back a laugh and instead asks, “In that case, are you ready to see the others?”

“Come help me up,” 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.

“Why, thank you very much,” 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.

₊ ⊹

You’re meeting Harumi, Tomas and Raiden in a small garden area, it’s not fairing any better than your mothers, everything either dead or dull. It’s 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, “It has been too long, how have you been?”

“I’ve been better,” 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, “It will be nice having you here,” his smile is kind.

You appreciate his compassion, “Thank you, Tomas.”

Raiden moves in for a hug next, holding you and telling you lowly, so only you hear, “If you need anything, we are here for you.”

Pulling away you give him a look to convey gratefulness but don’t 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 Harumi’s absence, you hear her voice calling to you all, “I am here! Sorry, I got held up.” She moves in to hug you quickly, “It’s good to see you.”

You smile politely at her, feeling uncomfortable, from the cold and also from her, Kuai may not love her but you don’t know how she feels, “It’s good to see you, too,” 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, “Cold?”

“Very,” you press out, tone strained from the chill in your bones.

Kuai’s hands grab either side of your arms and rub up and down, trying to help warm you, “I think we should head inside,” he announces, “Tomas, is your house clean?”

Tomas looks up and away to think on it for a second before Raiden intervenes, “I cleaned earlier.”

Tomas turns to Raiden to thank him, but you don’t 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.

“You should wear more layers,” he notes.

“Maybe I wasn’t expecting to stand out in the open,” you huff out in reply.

You make it to Tomas’ house but the others haven’t caught up to you yet, so now you’re 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.

“This is your fault,” you grumble, “Fix it.”

He looks at you with a supressed smile on his lips and a puzzled look on his face, “And how am I meant to do that?”

“I don’t know! Warm me up… give me a hug or something,” you’re being a bit dramatic but you’re really cold.

He breathes out a small laugh but does hug you, his arms wrapping around you fully, holding you close to him. He’s so warm, in his arms is so much nicer than in the cold. You nuzzle into his chest, humming in contentment, “You’re so warm, so nice,” you mutter out against him.

A hand moves from your back to the side of your face, his palm warming your cheek, “Your face is very cold, you weren’t lying about not handling the cold well.”

“I would not lie about something like that,” his palm is large against your face, you close your eyes and lean into it, savouring his heat.

You don’t see him move but you feel his lips against yours, the warmth and sudden contact makes you gasp in slight shock. His lips aren’t being demanding, he’s 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 doesn’t 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 doesn’t want the others seeing it too.

When he pulls back, he says, “Your lips also looked cold.”

“Dumb,” you retort, pressing your forehead to his chest again.

You can feel his quiet laughter move through him, “Did it help?”

“…Maybe.”

You don’t 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 doesn’t, he lets them see how he’s holding you, how you’ve latched onto him.

Tomas asks, “Are you okay?”

“Mm fine, jus cold, lemme inside,” you grumble out at him, words muffled by Kuai’s shirt.

When the door is finally opened you’re the first inside but you are disheartened when you realise it’s still cold in here too, “Why is it so cold in here?” You whinge out.

“It is not that bad,” Raiden comments.

“You’ll warm up,” 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, “Come here.” He pretends to be apathetic towards you, stoically moving to your side, “Just stay close by, please,” you ask, giving him your best and prettiest begging look.

“Mhmm,” 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 you’re 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 doesn’t 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, it’s been a while since you’ve 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 he’s raising his own temperature just to keep you comfortable; you’ll 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, you’re feeling very nervous under their eyes.

Tomas breaks the quiet, seemingly voicing what they all want to say, “What’s going on between you and Kuai?”

You don’t really know how to answer that, “I am not sure what you mean.”

“Are you two actually together now?” Harumi clarifies for you.

“We know he is marrying you because of your father,” Raiden adds.

Tomas directs his attention to Raiden, “Not just that, he loves her–”

Harumi gives Tomas a look, scolding him wordlessly for outing Kuai’s feelings for you.

The cold may not be a problem anymore, not with all the heat in your cheeks. You don’t answer straight away but your lack of a reaction to what should have been a bomb drop gives away your knowledge of Kuai’s feelings for you.

Harumi points at you, grinning, “You already know.”

“What? How did you know?” Tomas asks, surprised.

Raiden’s expression is unamused and sympathetic, feeling bad for you at their prying, “You do not have to answer, it is between you and Kuai.”

Tomas agrees with Raiden, “Yes, but also…” he leans in closer to you, over the table, “Tell us.”

You change your expression to an unreadable one, completely stoic as you lean in closer, “He told me.”

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, “What happened while I was gone?”

“Nothing,” 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, “I was winning a staring contest against Tomas.”

“I doubt that,” he replies quickly.

Now you’re offended, “And what do you mean by that?”

“If you are going to lie, learn to do it well,” he teases.

“I can lie well,” everyone grumbles in disagreement and you gasp in faux hurt, “I can,” you insist.

“You really can’t,” Raiden says.

You frown at him in response.

“It’s only because you do not lie often, you are confrontational…” Harumi adds, her words trailing off when she looks to Kuai and see he’s shaking his head lightly at her, informing her of her poor word choice.

“I am not confrontational,” you pout out.

Tomas tries placating you, “Of course not, you are just… direct?”

Kuai changes the topic and places a hand on your shoulder, “Anyways, if you were going to pick a lie, you should have picked a believable one, you are very bad at staring contests.”

You look at him and scowl, squinting your eyes at him in anger, “I am not going to say anything because I am not confrontational.”

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.

“It’s not a bad thing,” 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 you’re confrontational, it’s nice to be amongst friends. You let go of being upset pretty easily, mostly because you weren’t all that upset in the first place, you know they were just joking around.

Both you and Kuai don’t stay much longer after that though, leaving back to his house after another hour or so passes, it was good seeing them, you hadn’t realised how isolated you had been feeling at home until you spent some time around friends. Being here might be a good thing.

₊ ⊹

The night is cold and it’s 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 don’t 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, “Geez, sorry–”

“–Are you okay?” He questions, sitting up quickly to check you over.

You’re still shivering, the cold so much worse without a blanket on top of you, “I–I’m fine… never mind, don’t– don’t worry about it,” your words are stuttered slightly, your teeth chattering, “Sorry for wake–waking you, I am going back to bed.”

He frowns sleepily at you, his hand still holding yours, “You’re cold,” 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 he’s shuffling closer, an arm slinging over your side.

His heat makes you hum, “Thank you.”

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, “Why are you so cold?”

“Because it is a cold night,” you mutter out, “We do not all have magical fire powers.”

“You going to be in my bed every cold night?” His voice is thick with sleep, eyes closed.

Pressing your head to his chest, you answer, “If it bothers you, then no.”

“It does not bother me,” his response is quick.

“Kuai?” he hums at you, telling you he’s listening, “Did you make yourself warmer today? When you were next to me?”

He’s quiet for a few beats, “…Yeah, I did.”

“Thank you.”

“You thank me a lot,” he comments.

“You do a lot of things that I am grateful for, I do not know how else to express that,” you sigh, your body finally relaxing, Kuai’s 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, “You don’t have to thank me for the things I choose to do for you.”

“Of course I do,” you’re resolute in your reply because of course you do, who wouldn’t thank someone for their kindness, “Are you saying, that if I were to do something out of the kindness of my heart for you, you would not thank me?”

He immediately disagrees, he would thank you for anything you did for him, “No–”

“–Then why would I not thank you?” You cut him off, already knowing you have won and made your point.

“Just go to sleep,” 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.

₊ ⊹

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 aren’t 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. You’re 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, it’s just not… yummy.

He’s been out today, you would have gone with him but it’s 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, you’ve been worried about your skin drying.

It’s annoying to do but you endure the cold so you can rub moisturiser into your skin, this isn’t 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 don’t even hear Kuai get home, not until he’s standing in your door frame and almost choking on his spit, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he turns around, arguably not as quick as he could, eyes lingering on your leg perched atop the bed.

“You don’t have to be sorry, it’s fine, I’m only moisturising,” 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, “How was your day?”

“Mmm, it was fine… cold, I was alone for most of the day though,” your hands rub at your thigh, massaging the cream into your skin.

Kuai’s voice sounds a little distant, “You did not see Raiden today?”

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, “If you like watching so much, why don’t you do it for me,” you joke, not really meaning anything by it.

“I will,” he replies quickly, eyes flicking up to lock on yours, “If you let me.”

Your brows upturn at him, a little confused by his eagerness but it’s not like you’re having fun doing it yourself, “Okay.”

He rounds the bed, moving in front of you; your leg comes down and he lowers himself onto the mattress, tapping your thigh once he’s 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 you’re 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 he’s 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 it’s been absorbed, he asks you for your other leg, which you give, swapping sides for him. His eyes don’t 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 he’s grabbed more moisturiser, “Kuai, that’s too much, it will take forever to rub in.”

“That’s fine,” he mumbles out.

You insist, “No seriously, my leg can only get so moisturised.”

His eyes look up to yours, “I will find somewhere else to put it,” 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 doesn’t 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 can’t 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, “What are you doing?”

“Too much product, going to put in on your other thigh,” he states, his hands rubbing your other thigh again.

The way you’re 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. You’re sensitive where he’s 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 Kuai’s hands still travel up and down your thighs, he’s setting you on the edge, his hands exploring you have you almost shaking on top of him. You’re so aroused at this point, pussy wet and needy and he’s only been massaging you.

He still doesn’t stop touching you and you end up pulling his head back by his hair, making him look you in the eyes, “Kuai, please.”

The look in your eyes makes him groan, he hadn’t realised how much of an effect he’d been having on you, mostly touching you for his own enjoyment. He pulls you to him so that you’re sitting in his lap, you twitch and pant at the feeling of his hard cock against your covered cunt.

“Sorry,” he mutters, “Got distracted.”

“Not that, I’m really wet now,” 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.

“It’s your fault,” you accuse, accurately. “Fix it.”

“And how am I meant to do that?” He smiles cockily up at you.

You decide to snark back, “Are you worried you won’t be able to make me cum?”

His smile doesn’t falter, not falling for your bait, “Yes, I am, why don’t you show me how you do it?”

“Kuai, please,” you plead with him instead, eyes begging him to do something to you, “Do whatever you want to me just– please do something.”

“Whatever I want?” He checks and you nod your head, “And what if I want to do nothing? Leave you a needy mess like this? Then what?”

“Then I will cry,” you answer and you wish that upset him but he seems to be even more pleased at that comment, “You are mean.”

“I am not, you’re just soft,” 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.

“Now who is mean?” He asks, voice strained.

“Still you,” it’s grumbled out with annoyance, you’re 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, he’s officially back to being meaner than you. You feel like a big mess, wet, sticky, needy– downright desperate for him.

He removes your fingers from his mouth, tongue licking at them a final time before pulling away, “That was mean,” he blames.

“Please, Kuai, I will take anything– just make me cum,” you’re back to begging.

He smiles evilly at you, “No.”

“Why not?” Your eyes actually well with tears, threatening to spill.

He holds the side of your face and coos, “Because having you wet and needy on top of me, is really doing it for me.”

“You are evil,” you pout at him.

“You seem to like it,” he’s still smiling at you, like he’s got you in the palm of his hand… and at the moment he does, if he’ll promise to get you off, you’d 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, “Has anyone ever made you cum?”

You’re panting against him, “I hadn’t even been kissed Kuai, take a guess.”

A large smile breaks out across his face, ecstatic at the fact that he’ll be the first person to make you cum, “Mmm, I will make you cum then.”

You perk up, “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll have you cumming in your little panties for me,” 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. He’s 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 they’re stuck to your cunt and slipping against the fabric of Kuai’s 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 he’s been gut punched. You wiggle down on him, seeking penetration that won’t happen, not with all the layers.

You sob into his skin, so horny and wet, you’re 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 you’ll sound moaning his name.

You can’t 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. You’re 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, “So close aren’t you? Fuc–”

He gets cut off by you biting him, your teeth digging into the skin on his shoulder, you’ve 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. You’re 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 hadn’t 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, “It’s never felt that good before.”

“Mmm just you wait,” 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.

“What was that for?” He asks, eyes glassy.

You smile sweetly at him and say, “That was a thank you.”

He smiles affectionately at you, his eyes dopey and in love, “You should always thank me like that.”

You bop him on the nose with a finger, “Okay.” Apparently, an orgasm makes you agreeable and happy.

He shakes his head at you in amusement before asking, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Nope, waited for you.”

“Let’s eat then,” he says, picking you up as he stands.

You squeal at him as he carries you down the hall like that, you’re stuck to him, clinging on for dear life, scared you’ll fall but also trusting that he won’t drop you. The whole house is filled with your shared laughter.

₊ ⊹

The next couple weeks are more of the same, you spend a lot of time in Kuai’s 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 hadn’t been so bad… not in the beginning. There were a few hiccups, like the awkwardness between yourself and your father, you’re 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 aren’t sure what exactly could be the reason for it and you would ask but he wouldn’t tell you either way. He’d 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 she’s a tough nut to crack and she continued to assure you nothing was wrong, maybe you are looking too hard for things that aren’t 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, he’s probably stuck in a conversation somewhere; one you do not care to stick around for.

This whole day has been uncomfortable and you’re 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 doesn’t help though, now you’re 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 you’re 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 you’re 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 they’re looking for someone, great, they’re probably looking for you.

Kuai rounds the pillar and sees you, he rushes out a sigh of relief, happy to have found you, “I have been looking all over for you, are you okay?” His hands cradle your face and his thumbs gently rub the tears off your cheeks, attempting to fix your makeup.

“I couldn’t find you, I did look,” 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 hadn’t 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 hadn’t realised just how much him being near helped you.

“Come here,” he pulls you to him, holding you in a hug, keeping you safe, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You don’t really but you’ll try your best to tell him anyways, “I 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.”

“You have been doing remarkably well, considering the circumstances,” his hands rub your back, “You have been doing your best, you have been adjusting as well as anyone can, I am in awe of your resilience, dear.”

You sniffle out, “I worry that I am becoming a burden to you, Kuai.”

“You could never burden me,” 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, “I love you.”

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 hadn’t kissed during your ceremony, it’s 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.

“You are my husband now,” you comment.

He smiles softly at you, “That I am.”

You both head back to where everyone else is, once you’ve 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, he’s there and he’s making sure you remember it.

Ultimately, he is what gets you through today and you are so grateful to him.

₊ ⊹

After everyone leaves, you’re back at his house… well your house too, it feels a little weird to say though, especially since you feel like you don’t contribute much. His house has been feeling more homely but you can’t tell if that’s 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 you’re finished, you head to Kuai’s room. His door is open and he’s lying on his bed waiting for the shower to be free.

“I am done,” you walk to his side and his hand grabs yours, squeezing once.

He hums at you, “Thank you,” 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.

You’re 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 ‘traditional’ 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 don’t 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, it’s still warm and cosy. You sit and think about things as you wait for him to come back but all you’re really thinking about is how much you’d 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, he’s wearing his pants low on his hips, he’s shirtless, chest bare and still has some water trailing his abs, his hair down and damp, you can’t 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 you’ve been caught red handed.

You speak before he has the chance to be mean, “Aren’t you cold?”

He hides his smile at your question, “I run hot,” he notes, obviously.

You feel silly, “Right…”

“Was today okay?” He sits down facing you, a hand landing on your knee.

You’re actively having to fight off the shiver that wants to shake your whole body, “It was fine, with you beside me.”

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 haven’t actually tried saying anything yet but he picks up that something is bothering you.

“Did you have something you want to ask me?” He raises his brows to you, encouraging you to ask what you want to.

Biting the bullet, you decide to be direct, “Don’t we… have to consummate our union… or whatever?” You feel very awkward and you’re having a hard time looking him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to,” he replies.

You feel dejected, like he has outright rejected the idea of sleeping with you, “You don’t want to?”

He’s quick to answer, “I want to,” he looks at you, eyes dark, “You know I want to.” His gaze looks like there is a fire raging inside, feelings for you burning just under the surface, “But only if you want to.”

“I want to,” you’re fiddling with your own hands, nervous, “It’s just that, it’d be my first time.”

“Maybe we should wait,” he offers.

“For what?” your brows upturn at him, “I want it.”

He closes his eyes to think for a second, trying to be respectful even though you’re 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 you’ve shuffled closer to him, not until your hand reaches for his wrist and shoves his hand down your panties. You’re resting on your knees for him, legs spread just enough for his fingers to slip through your pussy lips.

He groans, like he’s been punched in the stomach, “That’s just not fair.”

“Trying to show you I want it,” you mutter out, bashful.

He’s weak, how could he resist you when you’ve 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 weren’t wearing any, “I can tell you want it; I still have reservations.”

“Is it because– hah–” you’re cut off by his fingers carefully circling your clit, your nails lightly dig into his skin, “–is it because –mmph– I’m a virgin?” You gasp out, wanting to understand his hesitation.

“Partially,” he hums, his other hand moves to grip your thigh, trying to stop your twitching, “Also because I like your neediness for me, wonder how far I could push you.”

You frown at him, thighs trembling at the stimulation he’s providing, “That would be cruel–”

“–It would be, yes.” He cuts you off only to agree. He looks to your eyes, they’re blown out and glazed and as much as he enjoys taunting you, he would also enjoy getting his dick wet.

You can’t help the way your pussy flutters at his words, you wish you didn’t enjoy how mean he seems to be when it comes to the bedroom. He’s so very often gentle with you and the change in attitude when it comes to this topic affects you in a way you can’t 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, “I am not going to fuck you–”

“Why–”

He shoves his fingers covered in your wetness into your mouth, effectively getting you to shut up, “Because…” his eyes are set on how your lips wrap around his fingers, on the way your tongue slips between them, licking him clean, “…I said so.” He doesn’t offer anymore explanation.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth slowly, enjoying the view of your lips around them. Once he’s 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, he’s fervent, insistent. Mouth hot and the kiss wet, you can only let him kiss you how he pleases and whine into him, he’s 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 don’t 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, “Kuai –hah– I can’t– please, I need more.”

“Wants and needs are not the same thing,” 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.

“I know that, and I meant what I said,” 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, “I need you, please.”

He nods at you quickly, “Mhm whatever you want, just come here.”

You move within arm’s 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. He’s 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, “Calm down, I meant it when I said I wasn’t fucking you.”

You grumble at him, “I could take it.”

He chuckles, “I am sure you could, not tonight though.”

You’re confused as to what’s happening, “Then what are we doing?”

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. “There are other ways to get off,” he states, matter-of-factly.

“But I want to be…” you trail off before mumbling out, “…full.”

His head drops to your shoulder, and he grumbles lowly about how you’re trying to kill him, or how you’re really testing his patience. Taking a deep breath, he looks back to you and says, “Roll over, onto your side.”

“What? No please?” 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, “Spit.”

You do as you’re 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.

“Keep your thighs closed,” 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 Kuai’s hips stutter, a moan pulled from his chest.

You’re 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. He’s 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.

“Kuai –hah– can’t you just –nngh– put it in,” your eyes burn, like the pleasure might make you cry.

He groans into your neck, “No –nngh– I couldn’t –hah–”

He is right, with how big he is and the fact you’ve not had sex before, there is no ‘just’ putting it in. But even though he’s right, your horny brain doesn’t care, “Please~”

“No,” he bites back, “Now stop asking or I’ll stop.”

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.

He’s getting lost in feeling of your wet cunt and soft thighs, “You’ve got such –hah– soffft skin –fuck– pussy is fucking dripping –nngh– for me.”

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.

Kuai’s 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, “Be good and stay –hah– still.”

Your cunt jumps against him, you’re throbbing for him, your thighs slick and a complete mess, both from his precum and your arousal. You’re frustrated from the lack of fullness, your pussy begging for his cock.

“Kuai~ please –hah–” 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 Kuai’s chest and hear the gasping noises he’s 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, “Bet you have the tightest little cunt –nghh– probably have me cumming just from filling you –hah–”

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, you’re trying so hard to be quiet but can’t help but make noises and it’s not only boosting his ego, it’s making his cock throb for you. He has half a mind to cave and fuck you open on his cock right now.

Kuai’s cognizance is far from him, his thoughts only focused on your slick cunt and thighs on his cock. He slurs out to you, “You’re such a –hah– pretty little thing –mmph– my pretty little thing –nghh– my pretty little wife.”

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 don’t really have the wherewithal to understand right now.

You’re 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. He’s losing his mind at everything, everything about how he’s 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 Kuai’s 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 Kuai’s 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 doesn’t 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, “You with me?” You hum out to him in confirmation, and he adds, “Good, cause I’m not done with you.”

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. You’re so pliable now that you’ve cum, letting him manoeuvre you however he pleases. His hands push your thighs open and he’s breathless at the sight, you’re 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. He’s 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 can’t 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 he’d 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.

“You make such cute little noises,” he hums out to you.

“Why–”

He shushes you, “Just lay there and let me play with you.”

Gods, he’s 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 it’s embarrassing and also never wanting him to shut up because it’s arousing you.

Kuai’s finger collects more of the cum he left on you and then he pushes it inside your cunt, he’s finger fucking his cum inside you and it’s 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, “Can try and be as quiet as you want, won’t work.”

Your pussy clenches down on him at the sound of his voice and his smile grows larger, he’s 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.

He’s 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 he’s not even fucked you. You’re gasping underneath your hands, eyes rolling to the back of your head and spilling tears. The sight has Kuai enamoured, relishing in the way you’re 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, you’re not really sure what he’s referring to though, you’re still panting, trying to catch your breath after your second orgasm.

When you’ve 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 doesn’t look all there at all, like his thoughts are a million miles away from him.

“My pretty little wife has made a mess all on my sheets,” his words are slurred together, “gonna have to clean it up,” his hands run along the insides of your thighs, “You gonna let me clean it up?” He finally looks to you, his eyes bordering on feral.

You nod shakily at him, words failing you right now.

At your approval he’s immediately shuffling between your legs, you don’t know what you were expecting but you’re 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.

He’s 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. Kuai’s hands hold onto your thighs, gripping them tighter at the sound you make.

You’re 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 it’s your pussy making those noises.

Your hand is getting damp from how you drool at Kuai’s tongue in your pussy, eventually you can’t 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. Kuai’s hips rut into the mattress below, not able to stop himself from seeking friction. His head fully invaded by you and your cunt. He’s 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 he’s holding you open; you’re shaking like a leaf for him. Your whole-body trembles with how sensitive you are and he’s happily tongue fucking you through it. He doesn’t 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 Kuai’s 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.

“Kuai~ It’s –hah– too –mmph– much,” you cry out to him.

You don’t know if he chooses to not acknowledge you or if he’s so far gone that he doesn’t notice, but he continues tongue fucking you into the next dimension. The relentlessness has you crying now, tears falling freely at the overstimulation. You’re shaking so much and it truly feels like you need to run away from the feelings you’re being given. But even if you try to wiggle away, it doesn’t work, Kuai uses barely any of his strength to hold you still. He grunts into your cunt in disproval, the most communication he’s given since he first put his mouth on you.

A gasped whine is let out as you cum, your pussy spasms around Kuai’s 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 he’s finally gotten to shove his tongue inside you.

He pulls back from you, not wanting to overstimulate you more than he already has. You don’t even feel conscious anymore, vision dark and unfocused. The thing that brings you back to your body is Kuai biting at your inner thighs, he’s 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 he’s 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 he’s 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.

“Are you still with me?” He asks.

Without opening your eyes, you retort, “Are you?”

He chuckles at you but is also sheepish, “Yeah, sorry… I got carried away.”

“Don’t apologise, I liked it,” you mumble out to him, “a lot.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Good.”

You remember that he was hard again and open your eyes to look at him, “Do you need me to… are… do you need help?” You have a hard time phrasing your question.

He looks away from you, his cheeks a light pink, “I am fine…”

You object, “But you didn’t–”

“–I did.”

Your eyes widen in understanding and then you feel incredibly hot in the face, “Oh.”

He hums at you and changes the topic, “Are you satisfied?”

“For now,” you smile cheekily at him.

He leans down to you and presses a soft kiss to your lips, “I think… you might be trying to kill me.”

“I think it’s the other way around,” you raise a brow to him.

“Mhmm,” he dismisses before leaning in to kiss you again.

His lips are gentle and he’s 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 aren’t 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.

₊ ⊹

A/N: Thank you for reading the whole thing, holy cow !! I hope you enjoyed it and I hope it fulfilled everyone’s expectations. As always my inbox is open for questions, thoughts and feelings, don’t 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

[luvitria]

This is actually just fan-fucking-tastic it’s getting reblogged on the main

[goodboykang]

say it again

kung lao x fem!reader (movie version)

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.

“fuck, daddy…” 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.

“what the fuck did you just call me?” 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.

“…daddy,” you whispered again, softer this time.

a guttural groan ripped out of his chest. kung lao’s control snapped completely. he pulled back and slammed into you so hard the bed creaked, driving the air from your lungs.

“say it again,” he growled, one hand fisting the sheets beside your head while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. “fucking say it.”

you cried out as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward with raw power. “daddy— fuck, lao— daddy!”

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.

“shit, baby,” he panted, voice wrecked. “you have no idea what that does to me. calling me daddy like a little slut… fuck.”

he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss before pulling back just enough to watch your face. every time the word “daddy” 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 — 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 couldn’t hold back anymore.

“gonna cum,” he snarled, voice hoarse. “gonna fill you up, baby— fuck—”

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.

“say it— one more time,” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“daddy— please, daddy—!”

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 — short, desperate strokes like he couldn’t 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.

“fuck… you’re gonna kill me one day,” he mumbled, voice muffled. then, softer, almost shy: “say it again later?”

you laughed breathlessly and ran your fingers through his messy hair.

“yes, daddy.”

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[luvitria]

So good we reblogging on the main because I know dada

[nyraeafterdark]

Catnip

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 “absolutely not dealing with humanoid nonsense” 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 world’s tiniest diesel engine.

When you cracked an eye open, the Fire God himself was sitting cross-legged beside you, smiling serenely.

“Afternoon, Y/N. I trust your nap has been… restorative?” 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. “As you wish.”

Across the courtyard, Kung Lao gasped like a scandalized auntie.

“How come you never let me pet you!?” he whined dramatically, hands on his hips.

“Probably because you always try to touch her belly,” Raiden called back, his smile warm and clearly amused.

Kung Lao threw his hands up in despair.

“But it looks so soft! Why soft if no pet?!”

You cracked an eye open just long enough to shoot Kung Lao the most unimpressed feline glare imaginable before melting right back into Liu Kang’s 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.

“Dude, that’s literally a death wish,” Johnny said, pointing at Kung Lao like he’d committed a war crime. “You try to pet a cat’s belly, you’re basically signing a consent form for violence.”

Kenshi nodded with full solemnity.

“I have the scars to prove it,” 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 — your version of a royal nod — then promptly closed your eyes again.

Their voices blended into a warm background hum, the courtyard busy and alive around you. Liu Kang’s 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 god’s gentle petting pull you deeper into your blissful little nap. If only you could stay in such heaven forever. But alas, the cat gods aren’t 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.

“Apologies, Y/N. I have errands I must run,” 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.

“I do recall you also have some duties to attend to?” he said knowingly.

You meowed back at him indignantly, blatantly back talking the fire god.

“A compelling argument, I’m sure,” 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 Lao’s feet and stared up at him expectantly.

He froze for half a second. Then his whole face lit up.

“Oh– oh she picked me,” 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 “farewell, peasants” 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, you’d see them all later at Johnny’s mansion.

He was throwing a “just because” party for the Earthrealm champions.

Translation—it 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, you’d never know.

By the time you wandered into the kitchen, you were starving and already scanning the counters like a burglar casing the place. Someone’s snack was about to become your snack. Finder’s 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.

“Evening, Y/N,” Raiden greeted, voice warm but a little shy, like always.

“Hello, Raiden. Kenshi,” you murmured back, your tone naturally melodic even when you weren’t 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.

Raiden’s breath hitched like he’d been struck by lightning, and Kenshi’s ears went pink, jaw tightening as he very deliberately pretended he hadn’t 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 hadn’t 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 tried—very poorly—to act like this was normal.

Ironic enough, it was. They’ll just never get used to it.

Kenshi and Raiden slipped back into their conversation—tournament updates, training progress, who was overworking, who was slacking—standard 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:

“JOHNNY. DO NOT TOUCH.”

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.

“Raiden… can you open this please?”

He blinked down at the can, then at you, then back at the can—like 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, “You are encouraging her.”

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 Raiden’s hand.

Your brain was doing the world’s 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 didn’t 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 you’d left the room, because the way he looked after you walked out?

Absolutely pathetic in the softest, sweetest way possible.

You’d flashed him that bright smile, sharp little canines and all, thanked him like he’d offered you a rare treasure, and then head-butted his shoulder in pure instinct before remembering you weren’t currently a four-legged creature. The apology only made it worse for him—he 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, “Why don’t you just tell her?”

Raiden blinked, eyebrows drawing up. “…Tell her what?”

Kenshi stared at him. Fully stared.

He even paused mid-chew.

“Tell her you like her,” he repeated, voice flat. “It’s not that hard.”

Raiden’s entire soul malfunctioned on the spot. His face went cherry-red, eyes suddenly fascinated by literally anything that wasn’t Kenshi’s face.

“…It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, palms fiddling with the edge of his plate. “I’m sure she does not feel the same way. I’m grateful enough to have her friendship.”

Kenshi set his chopsticks down and leaned back like he was aging ten years.

“Raiden,” he said dryly, “she just nuzzled you like a housecat marking its mate.”

Raiden made a mortified sound and buried his face in his hands.

Kenshi sighed again. A long, suffering sigh.

“…She likes you, you idiot.”

Raiden blinked at him, and you could practically see the gears grinding in his head like a wagon with one busted wheel.

“She’s just… very affectionate, is all,” 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?

“When,” Kenshi asked slowly, “have you ever seen her be that affectionate with any of us, Raiden?”

Raiden opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Shifted in his seat.

Looked like someone had just asked him to explain advanced physics while on fire.

“Well… she’s always cuddling us in her feline form…?” he said weakly.

Kenshi hit him with the look.

That "I cannot believe I am friends with this man” look.

“She’s an affectionate cat, not an affectionate human,” Kenshi deadpanned. “Aside from how she greets us, sure, but even then—”

He leaned forward a bit, like he was trying to force Raiden’s last two brain cells to connect.

“—she always gravitates to you when she’s human. She sits near you. She talks softer with you. She brings you food when she shifts back because she says she ‘forgets you’re not a predator’.” Kenshi raised a brow. “You’re telling me you haven’t noticed any of that?”

Raiden’s silence said everything.

Kenshi dragged a hand down his face.

“…Burning gods give me strength,” he muttered.

Raiden just stared at the doorway you’d 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 maybe—just maybe—Kenshi wasn’t 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 Johnny’s “totally casual, super low-key, definitely not mandatory” party.

Your phone buzzed.

Johnny: dress code is sexy formal.

Johnny: SEXY.

Johnny: if u don’t look hot enough I will dress u myself.

You stared at the messages.

Rolled your eyes so hard it could’ve powered a wind turbine.

But fine. Whatever. The man had a point—his 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 “elegant” but screamed “try me.”

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 next—your soft locks fell into loose waves, intentionally messy in that “I woke up flawless” 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 admit—

If Johnny didn’t scream when he saw you, he’d 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 could’ve 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 left—deadly. Turned right—lethal. 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 should’ve 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 he’d paid rent there.

“Hey kitten, glad you could make it,” 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.

“Hey Johnny,” you purred, voice velvet-smooth. “I see the party’s going well. Have any of the others arrived yet?”

Johnny hummed, though his eyes were still glued to you like he was trying to memorize the neckline of your dress.

“Yeah, Lord Liu Kang’s 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.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, flashing him a smile that let just a hint of your canines peek through.

“Thanks, darling. I’ll make sure to greet them.”

His grin stretched wider. “Of course, kitten.”

Then he did another full scan of your outfit, this time even slower. You raised a brow teasingly.

“So? Sexy enough? Or will I be forced to change?”

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.

“You look delicious, kitten. Whoever you sink your claws into tonight is lucky.”

You laughed, low and sweet, brushing his arm before slipping away to greet the others—your 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.

“Kuai! Tomas!” 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.

Tomas’ cheeks flushed immediately. “Y/N! You look… wow. Stunning.” 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.

“Seems the Wu Shi kitten is feeling feral today,” Kuai drawled.

You laughed, bumping your hip into his with a mischievous grin.

“Indeed, this kitty decided to show her claws tonight.”

“And who would be the poor fortunate soul trapped in your claws tonight?” Kuai prodded, smirking at your wink while Tomas crossed his arms and grinned like he knew he was in danger.

“Who knows, Kuai?” you purred, letting your voice drip like honey. “Might even be one of you two.”

Both men froze for half a second, biting their lips in unison like you’d sucker-punched them with pure temptation. You laughed, delighted, and they shook their heads—half flustered, half amused—as conversation drifted on.

Eventually, you tilted your head. “And where’s your brother?”

Tomas’ voice rumbled easily, “Balcony. Outside. That way.” He pointed toward the sliding doors.

“Thank you, boys,” you sang, already turning, hips swaying with zero remorse for the chaos you left in your wake. “I’ll see you two later. Have fun!”

“Later, Whisky!” Tomas called, teasing.

Kuai lifted a hand and flicked it in a lazy goodbye, eyes still tracking your silhouette like he wasn’t 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 up—slow, deliberate, approving. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth like he was trying not to give you the satisfaction.

“Bi-Han…” you purred, leaning against the rail beside him, “you can’t just stand here looking so grouchy at a party.”

He exhaled, a little puff of frost curling out with it. “This environment,” he muttered flatly, “is irritating.”

“Mm. Tragic,” 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 breath—all of it said exactly what his mouth didn’t:

He liked what he saw.

“Why bother coming, hmm?” you laughed softly.

He let out the most put-upon sigh known to man and—yes—actually rolled his eyes.

“My insipid brothers insisted I attend. A ‘change of scenery,’ as Tomas dumbly put it.” His scowl deepened like the memory physically pained him.

You pouted dramatically and reached out to poke his arm.

“Loosen up a bit, parties can be fun if you let them!”

He side-eyed you so hard you could feel it in your soul. A look full of distaste, as if the mere idea of “fun” offended him on a spiritual level.

Then—grudgingly, stubbornly—his shoulders shifted. Not much, barely anything. But enough for you to notice.

You grinned. “Come on, Bi-Han! Live a little!”

Your eyes narrowed playfully, mischief curling in your tone.

“Maybe I’ll help you find someone who can help you destress for the night,” you added, wiggling your brows teasingly.

The glare he shot you could’ve frozen the sun.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Bi-Han’s 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 you’d spot him the second you walked into a room—either because he gravitated toward you or because you could feel those soft, shy eyes on you instantly. Weird. But whatever. You’d 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.

“Y/N!!” 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.

“Lao—! Put me down!” 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.

“Damn, you’re hot!”

You snorted so hard you nearly choked. “Thank you, idiot.”

Kenshi approached next, moving with that slow, composed confidence of a man two sips away from being a disaster but determined to pretend he wasn’t.

“You truly are,” he said, voice low, dangerously close to shameless.

And then Liu Kang—smiling like he was absolutely above all this debauchery but secretly living for the chaos—added with a teasing lift of his brow,

“You do clean up extremely well, Y/N.”

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 strutted—full hips, slow steps, deliberate tease—right 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.

“Thanks, guys,” you purred, turning toward the counter, “I do try.”

And try you did—judging by the way all three of them looked like they’d 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 that’d 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 “chaotic clown duo” 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 good—really good—seeing them unwind like this. It didn’t happen often. You soaked in the moment, even as you mentally lit a candle for Lao’s 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.

“Careful, Y/N,” he murmured, low and gentle. “Don’t drink so much you lose awareness of where you are.”

You turned your head slightly toward him, meeting his gaze with a small, warm smile.

“I won’t,” you assured softly. “Thank you for worrying. This’ll be my last one for now. I’m grabbing water after this.”

Your eyes flicked toward the disaster duo.

“I don’t want to end up plastered like… that.”

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 leaving—until Lao whipped around to wave goodbye and immediately got domed in the forehead by Kenshi’s rogue ping-pong ball.

The thwack echoed like a gunshot.

Lao’s 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 “bro—” while Lao swayed in place like he was buffering.

You escaped the crime scene before either man regained dignity.

Back in the heart of Johnny’s 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 “that one hot chick from his dream,” and snagged another water bottle just in case.

But the longer you wandered, the more something felt… off.

You hadn’t 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 wasn’t 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 were…

And set off on a mission.

Find Raiden.

Claim Raiden.

Preferably curl up on Raiden.

The hunt began.

You’d searched every corner of Johnny’s chaos-fest of a mansion, weaving through bodies, smoke machines, and whatever questionable music he had blasting, but Raiden’s scent was nowhere. Not even a trace. Your tail would’ve 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 — the man you’d 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.

“Raiden…!” you whined, half complaint, half delighted squeal.

He startled slightly, head snapping up. He must’ve been so into his reading that he didn’t even notice you enter until you said his name.

Raiden hadn’t 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 — barely, but enough to give him away.

“I was looking for you,” you complained, voice muffled against his collarbone. “You disappeared. I said hi to everyone but you!”

A soft chuckle escaped him, warm and shy. “Sorry… I’m not really a big fan of parties.”

You pulled back just enough to pout up at him, eyes big and dramatic. “Could’ve at least made it easier to find you.”

He laughed softly, the sound all warm honey and nerves. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again.

But then his hands—those big, gentle, perpetually careful hands—settled 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 he’d been caught doing something illegal.

You glanced down at yourself, realized exactly what he’d just seen, and a tiny “ohhh” clicked into place in your brain.

Yeah. Okay. That explained the way he was sitting there like he’d 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.

“So you’ve just been reading this whole time?” you asked, voice all soft sweetness, pretending you weren’t actively destroying every remaining brain cell in his head.

Poor man didn’t 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.

“…yes…” 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.

“Let’s dance!” you chirped, hopeful and bright, like you weren’t 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.

“…dance?” he echoed, voice cracking just a little.

“Mhm,” 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 hand—as 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 didn’t even think about it—you 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 didn’t stand a chance.

You turned your head just enough for your lips to brush the shell of his ear, your voice low and sweet.

“Relax…” you murmured, purring the word. “I won’t bite… not unless you ask nicely.”

Raiden shuddered—full-body, visible—his hands tightening on your waist before he caught himself. You pressed back into him, slow and sensual, guiding him into the rhythm until he couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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 everyone’s choices, and—

Oh.

Tomas was grinding on some girl like he’d 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 Raiden’s as naturally as breathing. You tilted your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck without even thinking.

And Raiden—sweet, shy, hopelessly smitten Raiden—reacted on instinct.

He dipped his head, lips brushing the curve of your neck in the softest, most reverent touch. Barely there. Like he wasn’t sure he was allowed, but couldn’t 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.

“…Is this… ok?” he breathed, barely audible, terrified he’d overstepped.

You slid your hand up the back of his neck and held him there—gentle, but firm. A claim.

“This is more than ok,” 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 wasn’t 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 him—dark, warm, possessive—rising with every drag of your body against his.

He didn’t know what to do with it.

Didn’t know if he should do anything at all.

But then Kenshi’s words hit him like a lightning strike.

“When have you ever seen her be that affectionate with any of us?”

“She prefers to be near you.”

“She likes you, idiot.”

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 groaned—quiet, needy—and 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 then—

You mewled.

You didn’t even try to hide it.

And he definitely didn’t 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.

“…I can’t stop touching you.”

“Then don’t,” 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, barely—but 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 could’ve changed the track to a fire alarm and neither of you would’ve noticed.

Raiden slid his hand just a bit higher—barely an inch—and you felt the air leave your lungs.

His breath ghosted your ear.

“Tell me,” he whispered, voice dark and reverent, “if you want… more.”

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 cover—not quite dark, not quite visible—just 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 Johnny’s chaotic neon nightclub of a mansion.

You weren’t 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 briefly—right where Raiden’s hand was slowly sliding between your legs—then 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. I’m watching.

Heat flared through you. A tiny, wicked smile ghosted your lips before you turned your head a fraction, pressing your cheek against Raiden’s jaw. You could feel him trembling behind you, hands so large they practically swallowed your thighs as his fingers crept higher.

“Please touch me…” you whispered, voice trembling with real need—

But your eyes never left Kenshi’s.

Raiden groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating right against your back.

“As you wish… kitten,” he breathed, voice rough in a way you’d never heard from him before.

His hand finally moved—slow, hesitant at first—trailing up your thigh like he was afraid you’d 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 finally—

He froze.

Because he’d 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.

“You’re…”

His voice cracked.

“…you’re not wearing anything under this.”

You turned your head slightly, lips brushing his cheek, letting your body press closer to his.

“Surprise?” you whispered breathlessly, teasing, a purr curling under your words.

Raiden shuddered—actually shuddered—his 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 huffed—quiet, stunned.

He definitely hadn’t 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 low—barely 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 again—slow, cautious, worshipful—gathering more of the wetness dripping down your thighs.

“…you’re soaked,” 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 wasn’t enough. Not even close.

You moaned softly, parting your legs wider, giving his hand more space—an invitation he took without thinking. Raiden’s 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 Raiden’s hand disappeared beneath your dress.

Your gaze swept down his form—and you caught the faint bulge straining against his pants. Your breath hitched. Your eyes snapped back up to his. Kenshi’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

He mouthed it deliberately.

“Good girl.”

You whimpered, your hips jerking helplessly against Raiden’s hand at the praise.

“…Raiden…” you moaned, voice thin.

He hummed in acknowledgment, thumb brushing your clit again.

“…K-Kenshi’s… watching us…”

Raiden paused just a heartbeat, looking up. His gaze locked with Kenshi’s across the dance floor. Kenshi’s brows lifted—silently asking permission, silently asking if he could keep watching.

Raiden swallowed hard, then leaned closer to your ear, voice barely audible over the bass.

“…do you want him to keep watching you?”

His fingers pinched your clit again—light, precise, devastating. Your whole body jolted, breath catching in your throat as the music throbbed around you.

You shivered.

“Are you… ok with that?” you breathed, voice trembling with want.

Raiden didn’t answer right away. He just felt you—how 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.

“I don’t mind,” he murmured. “If you want, we could leave.”

His fingers stroked you slowly, deliberately.

“Or… we could give him a show.”

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. Kenshi’s jaw flexed—just the smallest twitch—but you saw it. Felt the effect you had on him.

Your thighs pressed together helplessly, trapping Raiden’s hand between them as you inhaled sharply.

“…please continue…” you whispered, barely audible.

Raiden groaned behind you, the sound vibrating into your spine as his fingers plunged back between your legs—slow, deep, and sinful—with 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 couldn’t 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 tugged—just 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.

Raiden’s 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, Kenshi’s stance shifted—subtle but unmistakable. His eyes were locked on where Raiden held you, darkened, hungry, absolutely devouring the sight.

Raiden’s teeth grazed your neck again, just enough to make your breath hitch. The sound you let slip—quiet, needy—went straight to his head. His lips curved against your skin.

“Doing so well for us, kitten,” he murmured, voice roughened with something dark and reverent. “Putting on such a good show for Kenshi… aren’t you?”

Your whole body reacted before your mind could catch up—your 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 wasn’t 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.

“R–Raiden… ahh—”

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.

“Easy… easy, kitten,” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. “You don’t want everyone hearing how sweet you sound for us… do you?”

Across the room, Kenshi swore under his breath—low, 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. Raiden’s hand moved beneath your hem and Kenshi could see the wet shine spreading down your thighs, every curl of Raiden’s fingers leaving you dripping onto his knuckles.

He could practically feel how tightly you must’ve been clenching—your 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 again—quiet but filthy—because 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 apart—but 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.

Raiden’s gaze drifted across the dance floor—cutting through the fog and lights—until it landed squarely on Kenshi.

Kenshi felt it immediately.

A pull.

A warning.

An invitation.

He lifted an eyebrow, silently asking what Raiden wanted.

Raiden’s 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 couldn’t hear anything—there was too much noise, too much bass, too much chaos for his senses to pick out the small details—but he saw the way your body twitched. He saw your hand clutch at Raiden’s 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 didn’t look at you.

He didn’t 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 groan—every 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 wasn’t hearing a damn thing—just watching.

Watching you.

Watching Raiden’s hand.

Watching a scene he’d 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 didn’t 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 Raiden’s 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 then—

A presence.

Warm. Solid. Right in front of you.

Before you could even register who it was, before your lashes even parted—

A voice dipped low into your ear, velvety and sinful:

“That’s my good girl… go on. Cum all over his fingers.”

You gasped so hard your whole body jerked.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Kenshi’s voice—that deep, restrained rumble knocking the last thread of control clean out of you.

Your spine arched.

Your knees shook.

And you snapped—clenching down violently around Raiden’s fingers as your orgasm tore through you, hot and overwhelming and entirely out of your control.

Kenshi’s 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 Raiden’s fingers kept working you—slow, deliberate pumps that made your legs threaten to give out. The two of them were practically holding you upright.

“Kenshi…! Nghh… Raiden…”

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.

“We should move this somewhere else,” he muttered, voice rough and vibrating against you. His eyes lifted, meeting Raiden’s over your shoulder. “It’s a miracle you two haven’t been caught already.”

Raiden hummed his agreement, low and strained, still buried in your neck.

His fingers slid out of you slowly—too slowly—making you whine and clutch at his arm.

“We’re not stopping,” Raiden murmured, his voice dangerously gentle. “Just changing rooms.”

Kenshi smirked, thumb brushing your lower lip as if wiping a droplet of honey.

“Come on, kitten,” he breathed. “Let’s go before we give the whole party a show.”

Raiden’s 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.

Kenshi’s nostrils flared, jaw tightening as he watched Raiden lick his fingers clean without an ounce of shame.

Both men took their time fixing you up—almost tenderly. Kenshi smoothed your dress down over your hips, making sure the fabric wasn’t 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.

“Let’s go,” he murmured, fingers grazing your waist. “Before I end up pinning you right here.”

Raiden’s eyes flicked to yours, slow and warm and heated.

“We won’t make it far if you keep looking at us like that,” he added, voice velvet-soft with warning and promise all at once.

And the three of you started to move—together.

Kuai practically materialized out of nowhere, blocking the hallway like a worried older brother. His eyes flicked over you—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, dress slightly rumpled—and his brows shot up in immediate concern.

“Y/N… are you alright?” he asked, voice dipping low.

You nodded a little too quickly, still breathless, still dazed.

Kenshi stepped forward before you could get another word out—calm, collected, lying through his teeth with zero hesitation.

“She’s drunk,” he said smoothly. “We’re taking her to rest in one of the rooms before she does something reckless.”

Given your current state, the story was… painfully believable.

Kuai blinked, then exhaled in relief. “Good. I’ll let the others know. Make sure she gets water.”

“Of course,” 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 hall—swift, silent, determined.

Before the door even clicked shut, Kenshi had already swept you into his arms—your 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 he’d 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 gone—replaced 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 first—something electric in the air, like the quiet before a storm breaks.

He didn’t 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 would’ve buckled if Kenshi wasn’t holding you up.

Kenshi’s laugh wasn’t really a laugh—more like a low, dark ripple of approval—right before he pressed you against Raiden, forcing him back against the wall. The movement sent a jolt through you, your body caught between them, Raiden’s 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 Kenshi’s waist only to catch you. Raiden's grip was firmer—possessive even—as 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 didn’t 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.

“Look at you…” 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 Kenshi’s 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 thigh—slow, deliberate—testing how much you could take.

“Perfect like this,” he said softly. “Held by him… and looked at by me.”

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.

“You should… try her,” he breathed, voice low and ragged. “She’s unbelievable.”

The words alone made your pulse skip.

Kenshi’s expression shifted instantly—like someone had just handed him permission for something he’d been hungry for all night. That wicked curve pulled at his mouth as he dropped smoothly to his knees in front of you.

You whimpered—soft, instinctive—because the sight of him looking up at you from that angle did something devastating to your nerves.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, smirking up at you, “I’ll be gentle… until you ask otherwise.”

Then he leaned in.

His mouth met you with one slow, deliberate drag—warm, firm, savoring you like he’d wanted this for far too long. Your whole body jerked in Raiden’s 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 groaned—deep, appreciative—his 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 weren’t standing.

His voice dropped into something torn and hungry, practically vibrating against you.

“…fuck… you taste unreal, kitten.”

Your breath stuttered, head tipping back against Raiden’s shoulder as his arms caged you in place. You couldn’t move—couldn’t even try—not 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.

“K-Kenshi—” your voice cracked, hips twitching helplessly in Raiden’s grip.

Raiden groaned behind you, because he could feel everything—every 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.

“She’s losing it,” he murmured against your ear, voice thick. “Look at her…”

Kenshi did.

He looked up at you while he kept moving exactly how you needed—eyes dark, mouth wet, expression already wrecked like the taste of you had pushed him halfway over the edge.

“Good,” he murmured, dragging his lips against you in a way that made your whole body jolt. “I want you to come apart for us.”

Raiden’s grip flexed.

You whimpered.

And Kenshi dove back in with intent.

And that’s exactly how you came apart for the second time. Kenshi’s 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 Raiden’s arms.

Your thighs kept twitching against Raiden’s grip, the tension coiling so tight you could barely breathe. The moment your back arched, Raiden laughed breathlessly against your shoulder.

“She’s gonna cum…” he chuckled, low and ruined.

And Kenshi didn’t stop. He held your hips steady, eyes locked on your face as you finally broke—coming 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 Raiden’s 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 underwear—the 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 Raiden’s shoulders flexed, watching the way you writhed.

When Raiden finally pulled back from between your legs, he didn’t 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 down—gentle, 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 Raiden’s 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 think—and 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 boxers—just enough to ease the pressure, not enough to break his last bit of control.

His eyes never left you.

Raiden didn’t even look back; he could feel Kenshi watching, could feel the heat in the room spike. His hands came back to you—firm on your waist, guiding, possessive, like he needed you right where you were and wasn’t 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 hovering—almost 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 pull—low and rough—and 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. He’d 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 slow—agonizingly slow.

Your breath hitched, your chest arching into Kenshi’s 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.

“Easy,” Kenshi murmured against your skin, though he was the one shaking from the way you tugged his hair.

Raiden’s 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 Kenshi’s mouth latch harder onto your chest, hungry for every little sound you made.

Then Kenshi’s hand moved.

He slid it down your stomach—slow, deliberate—until his fingertips reached the heat between your legs, right where Raiden was filling you so slowly it hurt. Kenshi let his knuckles brush Raiden’s 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 again—firmer this time, in rhythm with the slow push of Raiden’s hips.

Your fingers yanked Kenshi’s 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 them—your breath coming out in soft, stuttered gasps.

Kenshi felt it too.

His fingers on your clit sped up instinctively, matching Raiden’s new tempo with smooth, purposeful circles that made your thighs twitch around Raiden’s waist. Kenshi’s 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 stomach—bare skin tightening under your touch—until 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 him—slow, deliberate—Kenshi’s head dropped against your breast entirely, teeth grazing the swell as a raw groan tore from him.

“F…fuck…” he breathed against your skin, his grip on your thigh tightening.

Raiden’s eyes snapped to where your hand worked Kenshi, his own breath faltering. The sight—your fingers wrapped around Kenshi’s cock, Kenshi’s mouth at your chest, Kenshi panting helplessly into you—made Raiden’s 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 now—slow but powerful, each movement pressing so deep you felt him in your spine.

Kenshi’s 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.

“You’re… unbelievable,” Kenshi rasped, breath shaking as you stroked him.

Raiden’s gaze dragged over both of you—your flushed chest, Kenshi’s lips on your skin, your hand buried in Kenshi’s boxers—and his control snapped another inch.

You whined—high, needy, wrecked—at 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 you—shoving 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 groaned—a low, broken sound—thrusting into your fist like he couldn’t stop himself. Every squeeze, every upward stroke had his breath hitching against your skin.

“H…haah—Y/N…” he moaned, your name cracking out of him as his hips bucked into your palm, “just like that…”

His hand found your clit again, circling it with trembling precision, sliding lower—bold 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 Kenshi’s fingertips brushing against his length each time he thrust inside you—an electric shock of heat between the three of you.

“Gods…” Raiden breathed, voice shuddering as he buried himself deeper.

Before you could even gasp, Kenshi’s 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 starving—slow and deep, breath shaking each time Raiden thrust into you.

Your lipstick smeared across Kenshi’s mouth, staining him in that sinful red as you clung to both of them—one hand fisting Kenshi’s cock, Kenshi’s 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 you—slow, deep, devastating. And he couldn’t drag his gaze away from the scene unfolding inches from him.

You and Kenshi, bodies pressed together at your side, kissing like you’d been starving for each other.

Kenshi’s 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 Kenshi’s free hand… gods, the way it kept brushing against Raiden’s cock each time he circled your clit—accidental but intimate enough to make Raiden’s 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 Kenshi’s cock, your joined hands sliding from base to tip in perfect rhythm. Kenshi’s hips instantly bucked into the touch.

“H–holy—fuck…” 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:

“Just like that… gods, you look perfect like this…”

He dragged his thumb over your knuckles as he helped you stroke Kenshi harder, deeper. Kenshi moaned into your mouth—raw, helpless, needy—while Raiden’s 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 yours—just enough to force your hand to clamp harder around Kenshi’s cock.

Kenshi’s breath punched out of him.

Raiden’s voice came out ruined.

“You two… gods—you’re going to make me lose it…”

Kenshi growled right against your mouth, hips jerking helplessly into your joined hands.

“You’re going to make me lose it,” he panted, breath hot on your lips. “You both keep—ahh—squeezing me like that—”

Your body tightened instinctively around Raiden, and at the same time he and you tightened your grip on Kenshi again—slow, deliberate, merciless.

Kenshi broke.

“A-ah—fuck!” he groaned, voice cracking, hips bucking up into your fist like he couldn’t 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:

“Keep doing that… you sound—both of you—sound so…”

His voice dissolved into another strangled noise, hips rolling harder into you.

Kenshi broke first.

A sharp, desperate whine ripped from his throat—one so unguarded that his own eyes widened as if he couldn’t 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.

“I’m… gonna cum…” 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.

“Go on,” you whispered, voice thick and breathless. “Cum for us.”

Raiden looked up through his lashes—hungry, undone—right as he drove your hands down his shaft in a firm, perfect stroke. His thumb swept over Kenshi’s tip, slow and deliberate.

Kenshi shattered.

His moan cracked—broken, beautiful—as hot release spilled over both your hands. His hips jerked, uncontrolled, forcing more out, chasing it even as overstimulation hit him like a wave.

“F—fuck… you both… nghhh—!” 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 Raiden’s hips, squeezing him so tight he choked on his own breath.

Raiden gasped—actually gasped—as you pulsed around him.

“Y/N—” 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 it—his release dripping between your fingers, your thighs trembling, your lips parted around a silent cry—pushed Raiden straight past the point of control.

He jerked back with a strangled groan, unable to stay buried inside you or he’d finish too deep.

“—fuck—!”

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 Kenshi’s lower abdomen, startling the swordsman out of the daze of his own orgasm.

Kenshi froze.

Raiden froze.

You froze—still trembling, breathing like you’d 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 hipbone…

…and huffed a breathless, wrecked laugh.

Raiden’s face went crimson.

“…ah—sorry—” he murmured, mortified, chest still heaving.

Kenshi licked his lips slowly, eyes dragging up Raiden’s body.

“Don’t be,” he rasped.

You were still trying to remember how to breathe.

Raiden gently released your hand, fingers slipping away from Kenshi’s spent length. Your grip loosened too, and Kenshi’s 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.

Raiden’s mess.

All of it glistening across your stomach, your thighs, the curve of your hip.

Raiden wasn’t 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 he’d painted onto your skin.

And then—because you’re cruel, and because they deserve it—you purred.

Loudly.

“Mmm… I don’t think we’re done here,” you cooed, lashes fluttering like you hadn’t 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 blinked—slowly, like his brain had blue-screened. Raiden’s 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 hadn’t 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 you—when they eventually regained the ability to form words—it is not a casual stroll through cherry blossoms. It’s 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 slip—he confessed his feelings for you. You accepted without hesitation, warming his chest with that smile he’d 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 didn’t have to be complicated.

Maybe a poly relationship wasn’t such a bad idea… especially if the sex stayed that good.

[luvitria]

Holy balls on a stick I genuinely haven’t felt SUCH A REACTION to a fic in SO LONG

[nyraeafterdark]

Let Them Listen

Prompt: Bi-han loves to take you on rides.

Pairing(s): Biker!Bi-Han x Baker!Reader

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 afternoon—chatting 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.

“Y/N,” he called, sing-song and dangerous, “when are you gonna ride with us?”

You instantly froze.

Kuai perked up like an excited cat, his smile gentle but very, very curious.

Even Bi-Han—arms folded, gaze steady—tilted 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.

“A-ah, well… I’m not sure,” you admitted quietly. “I’m a bit afraid of motorcycles, I must admit.”

Tomas gasped dramatically, then pouted, nudging your shoulder with his like an overgrown puppy.

“You don’t need to be,” he said, voice warm and coaxing. “Ride with one of us, we’ll keep you safe. Always.”

The sincerity in his tone only made your cheeks hotter.

You hummed noncommittally.

“I’ll… think about it, okay?” you murmured.

Under the table, Kuai nudged your leg gently to get your attention. His voice softened.

“No pressure,” he said. “We understand if you don’t want to. Truly. But it would also be our honor to have you ride with one of us.”

Your chest tightened at how sweet that sounded.

“You’re sweet,” you told him, smiling warmly. “I’ll think about it.”

Their expressions shifted in their own ways:

Tomas lit up immediately.

Kuai smiled quietly, satisfied.

And Bi-Han’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than the others—undeniably invested.

Just as you were about to reach for a pastry tray, a deep voice cut through the air.

“You might feel the most comfortable on my bike.”

Bi-Han spoke so calmly, it took you a second to realize he was talking to you. “It’s wider than either of theirs.”

Tomas immediately let out a dramatic groan, dropping his head onto the table as if he’d been personally betrayed.

“Bro, seriously? I was gonna offer first!” 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 bikes—beautiful, 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-Han’s 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.

He’d 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.

“Man, that’s not fair! I would go slow for them! I swear!”

Kuai raised a brow. “Since when do you ever go slow on a bike?”

Tomas pointed at him in betrayal. “Why would you expose me like that?”

Their bickering faded slightly as your attention drifted back to Bi-Han.

He wasn’t looking at them.

He wasn’t even looking at you fully.

Just sipping his tea, gaze lowered, expression unreadable—except 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.

“O-oh,” you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady. “Well… that’s good to know.”

Bi-Han finally lifted his gaze to you.

“Whoever you decide,” he said, low and even, “you won’t fall.”

The words shouldn’t 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.

“Well… if you promise, then… I’m willing to try. T-Today.”

All three of them froze.

Then—

Tomas’s grin split across his face like a firework.

Kuai’s lips curved upward, warm and proud.

Both of them nearly burst into cheers until you immediately shushed them with a stern look.

“Behave,” you warned, pointing a finger at them.

They straightened instantly, clearing their throats like chastised schoolboys.

But Bi-Han…

He didn’t cheer.

He didn’t flinch.

He just turned his head fully toward you, really looking at you.

A small smile—the smallest you’d ever seen from him—pulled at the corner of his lips.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly. “Don’t worry. Trust me.”

Something inside you loosened at the certainty in his tone.

“I do,” you replied—simple, 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.

“Well,” you said, clapping your hands together, “let me close up.”

You moved through your end-of-day routine with a strange flutter in your chest—locking 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 booth…

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 didn’t 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 didn’t look impatient—just 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.

“Here, here—give me your stuff,” 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.

“Tomas, if you lose any of my things—”

He immediately slapped a hand over his heart, eyes wide as he pretended to tremble.

“Please, don’t curse me like that,” he gasped dramatically. “I’ll guard it all with my life.”

“Uh-huh. You better,” 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.

“Come on! Your chariot awaits!”

He practically ushered you toward Bi-Han’s 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 once—checking 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 jacket—dark, heavy, unmistakably his—and 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 scent—clean 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 didn’t 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 eyes—a quick spark, gone as soon as it appeared—before 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 once—light, steady, grounding.

When he was satisfied, he looked into your eyes through the visor slit.

A small smirk tugged at the side of his mouth—so subtle you almost missed it—before he lowered your visor with a soft click.

“Bi-Han… what about you?” you asked, worry threading your voice. “Aren’t you using one?”

He shook his head, slow and confident.

“I’ll be fine. We won’t be going fast.” His voice dropped, calm and reassuring. “This is precaution. To make you feel safer.”

Your chest loosened.

You exhaled a tight breath you hadn’t 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.

“Okay—lean with the turn, not against it.”

“And don’t tense up too much, it makes it harder to balance.”

“Oh, and if you get scared just hold on tighter—Bi-Han won’t mind!”

“Tomas,” Bi-Han warned without looking at him.

“Right, right—helpful advice only!”

You bit back a laugh inside the helmet.

Between Tomas’s animated explanations and Bi-Han’s 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 instinct—you 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 'you’re 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 fingers—a 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-Han’s back, the weight of his jacket on your shoulders, the solidness of your grip around him—it all wrapped together into a feeling that was equal parts adrenaline and comfort.

You tightened your hold, heart fluttering.

“Ready,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear through the helmet.

And then the bike rolled forward.

The ride was… exhilarating didn’t even begin to cover it.

The moment the city lights faded behind you, the three of them veered onto long stretches of backroads—quiet, 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-Han’s 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 did—

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 didn’t 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 him—

Until Bi-Han’s hand gave your thigh a firmer squeeze.

He leaned back just slightly, voice carrying over the wind:

“You want to race him?”

The adrenaline rushing through your veins made you reckless, giddy, weightless. The world felt bigger than fear in that moment.

You nodded—once, 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.

“Hold on tight,” 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 then—

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 didn’t 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 wave—stopping only once so Tomas could return your belongings—the 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 thigh—not suggestive, just anchoring—keeping 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 shirt—muscle shifting, tightening, relaxing as he corrected the bike’s angle.

Bi-Han’s breath hitched.

Not loud, not obvious—

just enough for you to feel it.

And he didn’t pull away.

Didn’t shift your hands back into a “safer” place.

Didn’t 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 palms—

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 didn’t exist.

And Bi-Han didn’t speak.

He didn’t have to.

Feeling bold—bold enough that the cold wind was irrelevant—you 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 hand—controlled, even, but heavy enough to betray that he felt you.

Your other hand slid lower…

down his thigh…

your fingers spreading, testing the heat and firmness beneath your palm.

Bi-Han couldn’t see your face.

He didn’t need to.

He glanced down—just once—just enough to take in where your hands had gone. His shoulders loosened, his posture easing in a way so subtle you might’ve missed it if you weren’t touching him everywhere.

Then his hand—the one resting on your thigh—tightened.

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 deeper—something warm and electric—that 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 changed—deepening, slowing—as 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 he’d said aloud. Then his hand stilled again.

Warm.

Steady.

The world narrowed to him—

his heat,

your hands,

and the dark road unfolding ahead.

Your thumb stroked slowly over his chest—soft, soothing, intimate, the kind of touch that felt like a secret. You weren’t sure if you were calming him… or steadying yourself.

Your other hand drifted lower along his thigh—bolder now—your 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 thighs—so small that anyone else would’ve missed it.

But not you.

It wasn’t nothing.

It was deliberate.

A silent, wordless permission.

A quiet if you’re going to explore… I won’t 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 you–but Bi-Han’s 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-Han’s entire body jolted—small, 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 swelled—his 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 heartbeat—just enough to make your stomach flip.

His thighs shifted again. This time, the space opened more clearly—still 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 didn’t even squeeze—just 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 didn’t pretend not to want it.

Didn’t pull away.

Didn’t correct you.

He let you touch him—boldly, openly—even 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 didn’t 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 thigh—this 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 boxers—slow, purposeful—and the burn of him against your palm made you shiver.

Bi-Han’s entire body jerked.

A sound tore from him—low, rough, helplessly dragged from his chest like he’d 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 didn’t 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 him—skin 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-Han’s 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.

“…keep doing that,” 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 again—slow, devastatingly steady.

Bi-Han shuddered.

Actually shuddered.

His back leaned into you—just slightly—but enough to tell you how close he was to unraveling with you on the bike.

His cock twitched in your hand — sharp, needy pulses that throbbed against your palm like he couldn’t 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-Han’s head tilted back against you — just barely — 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.

“Pull me out, baby…” he groaned, voice raw, low, and loud enough for you to hear through the rumble of the engine.

You didn’t 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 — 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 — the glide easier now with every drop of heat leaking from him. He was heavy in your hold, thick enough that your fingers didn’t 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 — 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 — 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 didn’t 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 — 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 — 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.

Then—

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 tip—

—and 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 couldn’t help admiring the sight — Bi-Han sprawled against you, body shaking, cum painting his stomach, his control shattered in your arms.

To your surprise, he didn’t 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 you—hard.

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 orgasm—but 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.

“Bi-Han! We’re outside,” you stammered, breath shaking. “The— the door is right there—”

He ignored that completely.

Your pants were torn down your legs in one fierce pull. Cold air hit your thighs—then 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.

“The… the neighbors…” you tried again, voice trembling. “They’re home. They’ll see us—!”

Bi-Han’s eyes flicked toward the house next door, quick and disinterested, before pinning back on you.

His free hand wrapped around his length—still firm, still leaking—dragging himself through your soaked folds. The wet sound was obscene in the quiet night.

He coated himself in you, stroking slowly, deliberately.

“Let them watch,” he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear. “Let them see how nicely I fuck you.”

You felt the blunt heat of his head press against your entrance—slow, 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 hard—instinctive, desperate—as 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.

“Fuck…” he breathed, low and rough.

He smoothed a palm up your ass, the touch firm, appreciative, almost tender—then 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 he’d been holding it back for years.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice thick and dark. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

Your walls clenched again, fluttering around him, and he let out a strained sound that vibrated through your spine.

“So fucking wet,” he growled, dragging his hips back just an inch so he could watch himself slide in again. “Leaking for me the second I touch you.”

His hand slid down your ass, thumb brushing the corner of your entrance where he was splitting you open.

“You hear that?”

The wet, obscene noise echoed between your thighs.

“That’s how desperate you are.”

Your breath hitched.

He chuckled—low, cruel, pleased.

“Good slut,” he muttered, the words dripping off his tongue like molten heat. “My good, tight little slut.”

He thrust deeper, slow but forceful, his length dragging against every tender spot inside you.

“So fucking tight,” he snarled. “So tight I can feel you shaking.”

His grip tightened on your hip, pulling you back onto him, forcing you to take every inch.

“You’re not even trying,” he growled into your ear, breath hot against your skin, “and you’re already squeezing me like you want to milk me.”

Your legs trembled.

“And I’m not stopping,” he added, voice dropping into something dark and final. “Not until I ruin this pussy out here… where anyone can see.”

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 hitched—

and he laughed.

A low, breathless, wicked sound that scraped right against your spine.

“Did you know you made them hard earlier?” he murmured against your ear, hips snapping forward just a little harder. “My brothers… both of them.”

Your thighs trembled.

He chuckled again, dark and pleased.

“You had them staring like they didn’t know where to put their eyes.”

He pulled out halfway, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you—

then pushed back in, slow and deep.

“And now look at you,” he added, voice thick, “shaking on my cock.”

Your breath hitched.

You’d teased Tomas and Kuai earlier during the morning, sure — but you hadn’t 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.

“Talking to them like that…” he murmured, amusement curling around every word. “Describing the music… the meaning behind it…”

He let out a soft, breathless laugh that vibrated against your skin.

“You don’t think they imagined things? Imagined touching you? Imagined what those lyrics would look like… with you?”

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 — controlled, deliberate — a reward for responding to him.

“And Tomas…” he continued, tone turning even darker, “he couldn’t even stay still. I saw him grinding into his palm. That’s how undone you had him.”

Heat washed through you, sharp and dizzying.

Bi-Han chuckled again, low and wicked, lips brushing your ear.

“Imagine,” he murmured, “what would’ve happened if they saw you like this.”

His hand tightened on your hip, his breath warm against your neck.

“Close. Breathless. Barely holding yourself together.”

Your whole body trembled.

“And you have no idea,” he added, voice sinking into something dangerously soft, “how much that thought drives me mad.”

You mewled for him, the sound so sweet it practically melted out of you, and Bi-Han’s breath hitched like the noise struck him somewhere deep. You were hanging on by threads, barely thinking, barely breathing — and he felt that too.

He gave you a sliver of mercy.

Just a sliver.

His pace sharpened — deeper, harder, more purposeful — and the sudden change ripped a gasp out of you. Bi-Han’s 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 — 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 — 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 didn’t even look at where they landed. He didn’t 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 — 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 didn’t even wait for you to recover.

His body pushed into yours again — claiming, hungry, barely restrained — 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.

“Go on,” he murmured, tone dripping slow and teasing. “Open the door.”

His fingers tightened at your waist.

Not urging you.

Commanding you.

All the promise in his voice hit you at once — dark, breathless, filthy — 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 — you really tried — but Bi-Han didn’t 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.

“If you don’t open this door,” he murmured, steady and unbothered, “I’ll just make you fall apart right here.”

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 didn’t 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 — 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.

“Go on,” he whispered. “Cum.”

And you did — 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 — sounds you couldn’t have held back if you tried. Each noise punched straight through Bi-Han’s control. You felt him shiver against you, breath stuttering like he couldn’t 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 didn’t.

He couldn’t.

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-Han’s head dipped to your neck, a harsh exhale brushing your skin.

“Too perfect,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

His hold on you tightened, fingers digging into your thighs, his body moving with a pace he clearly wasn’t planning to stop. You could feel the painful tension building again — that familiar pressure curling deep, quick, impossible to fight.

Your breath stuttered, your hands grasping at his shoulders, clutching fabric like you’d 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 — the kind that told you he was losing his own composure just as fast.

“Let it happen,” he growled against your neck. “I want to feel cum again.”

Your body didn’t even hesitate.

The command left his lips, and you broke again — 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 point—didn't want to stop.

He didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 — rough, disbelieving, overwhelmed by how fiercely you reacted.

“Look at you,” he muttered against your skin, voice unsteady with heat and something close to awe. “You can’t even breathe without falling apart on me.”

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.

“Bi-Han… please— ahh— inside…” your voice cracked, hips jerking helplessly against him. “I want— ngh— I want you to fuck me properly.”

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 — the kind that barely held him together — 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 you’d 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 — 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?

“Fuck you properly, hmm?” he echoed, a sharp grin cutting across his face as he stepped closer. His hips rolled once — shallow, taunting, testing your reaction — his voice dripping with smug heat. “Sweetheart… I don’t think you can handle what you’re asking for.”

You should have let that go.

You should have bitten your tongue.

But your mouth betrayed you long before your brain could interfere.

“I’d bet Tomas and Kuai would do it better than this.”

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 — heavy, unreadable, dangerously calm — 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 — the restraint from outside shattered, replaced by a raw, punishing urgency that tore helpless, high-pitched sounds from your throat.

You couldn’t stop them.

You couldn’t bite them back.

He didn’t 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 — a wild, reckless part — whispered a hysterical thank-you that you’d opened your mouth…

The rest of you cursed it.

Because Bi-Han’s reaction was overwhelming — feral, possessive, merciless — and every second of it felt like punishment for even daring to say another man’s name.

Bi-Han didn’t 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 skin—hot, ragged, furious.

“You think they could do this?” he snarled, voice breaking into a dark, guttural rasp. “You think either of them could handle you when you’re like this?”

His rhythm didn’t falter.

Not once.

“You think Tomas could make you shake like this?” he hissed, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “Think Kuai could keep up? Think either of them could even touch you without falling apart?”

You tried to speak—

you tried.

“Bi— B-Bi-Han, I didn’t— I m-mean—”

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.

“What’s wrong?” he mocked, voice dripping with heat. “You had plenty to say before.”

You shook your head desperately, trying again, your voice tumbling out in small, broken pieces.

“I—I didn’t mean— I wasn’t— please— I’m sorry—”

But his next movement shattered what little sentence you had left.

Your apology fell apart on your tongue, dissolving into a strangled sound you couldn’t 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.

“Pathetic,” he murmured. “Look at you. Words all gone. Brain all gone. And you thought someone else could do better?”

You made a noise—high, breathless, almost panicked at how overloaded you felt.

He smirked against your skin.

“That’s what I thought.”

His hand slid up your ribs, gripping you harder, making your breath break again.

“Say their names now,” he whispered, venomously soft. “Go on. Try.”

You didn’t 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.

“T—Tomas… K-Kuai—”

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 — 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.

“Wait— Bi-Han—”

He didn’t listen.

Didn’t 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 ear—not close enough for them to hear you clearly, but close enough that you could hear the ringing loud, sharp, humiliating.

“Bi-Han—!” you gasped, voice cracking.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing your cheek, his tone low and venomously pleased.

“Let’s see,” he murmured, “how they react to hearing their names fall out of your mouth like that.”

Your breath stuttered, chest tightening with a mix of panic, embarrassment, arousal—everything tangled so tightly you couldn’t separate one feeling from another.

The phone kept ringing.

Both of their names lit up the screen.

Bi-Han’s smile sharpened, dark and vicious.

“They deserve to know,” he whispered, his voice shaking with restrained heat, “exactly what you sound like when you’re begging.”

The phone kept ringing, shrill and merciless in your ear.

Your breath came out uneven, panic and heat twisting together so tightly you couldn’t separate them. You squirmed in his hold, not to escape but because the humiliation was almost too much to handle.

Bi-Han didn’t let you go.

He didn’t even waver.

He moved the phone closer to your face—then, 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.

“Bi-Han—please— don’t—”

He leaned down, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper.

“You wanted to say their names… so let them hear you.”

Your stomach dropped.

“And if you can’t stop making those noises,” he murmured, voice thick with possession, “they’ll know exactly what puts you in that state. Every little sound you try to swallow.”

Your breath hitched hard.

The phone kept ringing.

He chuckled darkly—barely a sound, more like a vibration against your skin.

“Imagine Tomas right now,” he whispered. “Hearing you on the other end. Wondering why you sound like that.”

You shook your head frantically, but the trembling in your body betrayed you.

“And Kuai…” he added, tone sinking even lower, “trying to pretend he isn’t listening harder than he should.”

The ringing cut—

And both of them answered.

A single click.

Two voices overlapping.

“Hello?”

“Bi-Han? Everything alri—”

They froze.

Because the moment they spoke, a helpless, breathless sound escaped your throat—soft, broken, undeniably intimate.

The kind of sound no one could misunderstand.

Bi-Han’s smile widened against your cheek, darkness spilling off him in waves.

“There it is,” he whispered, savoring it. “Sweet enough for both of them to hear.”

You clamped a hand over your mouth, mortified.

But he caught your wrist mid-movement, pinning it to the table beside your head.

“No,” he hissed gently. “Let them hear you.”

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.

“Go on, sweetheart,” he breathed. “Give them something to remember.”

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.

“Say their names,” he murmured. “Right now.”

Your whole body jolted.

“T-Tomas—”

“K-Kuai—”

The names fell out of you in broken gasps, barely formed words pushed from your throat because you couldn’t hold them back.

The line crackled softly.

Both brothers sucked in a breath at the same time — 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.

“Listen to them,” he whispered. “Struggling to breathe because of you.”

You whimpered helplessly, but he didn’t 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.

“You hear that?” he taunted, lifting his voice just enough for the open call. “That’s what she sounds like when she says your names.”

Another sharp inhale from the speaker — soft, stunned, shamefully audible.

Bi-Han’s tone darkened, becoming something low, territorial, and dripping filth.

“But don’t fool yourselves,” he growled, voice dropping to a deadly whisper near your mouth. “She’s not making those sounds for either of you.”

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.

“Go on,” he commanded, voice a slow drag of heat. “Show them who’s actually making you feel like this.”

You shook your head in mortified panic — but he grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze up to him, holding you still with frightening, effortless control.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, “I said moan.”

His thumb stroked the corner of your mouth, a cruel parody of tenderness.

“Give them the truth,” he said. “Let them hear who you come apart for.”

Your voice broke.

A soft, helpless sound left your lips — the kind you couldn’t swallow down even if your life depended on it.

On the other end of the line, both brothers made tiny, involuntary noises — the kind men make when they’re stunned, affected, and trying desperately not to react.

Bi-Han shivered in pleasure at the sound.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Give them more.”

You heard it—that tiny, shocked whisper of your name.

“…Y/N?”

It was Tomas.

Barely audible.

Barely breathing.

The sound hit you like a pulse of heat, your fingers twitching uselessly against the table.

Then Kuai’s voice followed—quiet, fractured, like he didn’t know whether to speak or hang up.

“Bi-Han… what— what are we hearing?”

Your lungs seized.

You wanted to respond.

To deny it.

To explain.

To breathe.

But nothing came out.

Bi-Han didn’t let you try.

He leaned down, mouth brushing your cheek, voice a low blade dragged across your nerves.

“Answer them,” he taunted softly. “Or is your mind too far gone already?”

Your lips parted, a sound barely forming.

“T-Tomas… Kuai, I—”

Nothing else came out.

Your voice broke apart, dissolving into something breathless, unsteady, completely useless.

Tomas inhaled through the line—

shaky, involuntary, stunned.

Kuai murmured your name again, the sound tight like he was fighting something in his throat.

“Are you— are you alright?”

Bi-Han laughed.

Not loud.

Not cruel.

Worse.

Deep, breathless, triumphant—the 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 couldn’t hold back.

“You hear that?” he said to the brothers, his voice dripping poison-smooth. “She can’t even speak.”

Your fingers curled helplessly in the fabric beneath you.

“Look how quiet she gets,” he went on, taunting, savoring. “All that backtalk earlier… gone.”

Your head tipped back, vision blurring, your whole body shaking from the sheer psychological overload.

And the worst part—

the part that made your stomach twist and your pulse spin—

You didn’t care about the call anymore.

Not one bit.

Shame had melted into heat.

Embarrassment into helplessness.

Your mind into static and Bi-Han’s 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.

“I told you,” he murmured, smooth and venomous, “you’d fall apart for me.”

Your name whispered from the phone again–fragile, stunned.

And Bi-Han whispered back, for you alone:

“Let them listen. They can’t touch you.”

Your chest tightened, your breathing breaking in short, desperate little bursts.

You were gone.

Completely.

The moment he felt you unravel completely—mind blank, breath broken, body trembling in his hands—something in him snapped.

His movements sharpened.

The rhythm shifted—harder, faster, unrestrained—a 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.

“Bi—Bi-Han—!” 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.

“Gods—look at you,” he rasped, voice breaking, heat dripping from every word. “You don’t even care they’re listening.”

He was right.

You didn’t.

You were so far gone in the haze he’d dragged you into, so overwhelmed by the pace he’d snapped into, that the entire world narrowed to the push and pull of him—nothing else.

Your fingers curled helplessly in the tablecloth.

Your lip caught between your teeth.

Your eyes rolled back, vision swimming.

Bi-Han’s head dropped to your shoulder, a guttural sound rumbling out of him—raw, 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 “is she—?” from Kuai.

You were both too far gone.

Breathless.

Consumed.

Moving together helplessly, recklessly, forgetting absolutely everything except the fire between your bodies.

Bi-Han’s movements turned brutal.

Not reckless — 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 — 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.

“Bi—Bi-Han!”

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 — 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.

“Gods—” he choked out, voice shredded.

He drove forward once more — hard, deep, claiming — 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 — your chest heaving, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, his hands still gripping your hips like he couldn’t 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 didn’t move.

Neither did he.

You just hung there in the stillness, panting, trembling, recovering — the air thick with everything you’d just done and everything you weren’t ready to think about yet.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

And that’s when you heard it.

A shaky, uneven inhale—not yours.

Not Bi-Han’s.

“…oh… god…”

Tomas.

Barely whispered, barely formed—like he didn’t mean to let it slip out loud.

Then Kuai—breath rough, tight, unmistakably affected: “Is she…? Are they still—?”

His voice cracked.

Your eyes snapped open.

Bi-Han stilled, his shoulders rising in a slow, dangerous breath.

Then another sound filtered through the speaker—

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 didn’t move.

Didn’t 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 once—sharp, almost bored—and said in a low, deadpan murmur:

“Hope you enjoyed that.”

Your jaw dropped.

A startled laugh burst out of you—half mortified, half delirious—and 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 didn’t know whether to hang up or turn to stone.

Bi-Han didn’t even blink.

He shifted his weight slightly, still catching his breath, still towering over you with that post-storm intensity, and added dryly:

“You’re both pathetic.”

Another twin inhale from the other end—shaky, shameful, stunned.

You couldn’t 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:

“Next time, hang up faster.”

And he ended the call.

[luvitria]

This deserves a reblog on the main it’s THAT good … holy balls

[luvitria]

So elbow deep in mortal kombat that I started reblogging stuff on my alt because LIU KANG I NEED YOU

[heev4n]

TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!

[ʚɞ] ── TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!

[ʚɞ] ── rule #1: don't make your professor jealous. [ʚɞ] ── rule #2: tell him what you want. NEVER keep him waiting. [ʚɞ] ── rule #3: you must ALWAYS obey him.

[ʚɞ] ── pairing ʚɞ― englishprof!leeheeseung x fem!reader

[ʚɞ] ── warning ʚɞ― 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

[ʚɞ] ── word count ʚɞ― 6.7k

[ʚɞ] ── heev4n ʚɞ― 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 ★ love you 🤍

as a professor who seemed to be soft, reassuring and caring. he has never been this aggravated and cold in his life before. 

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. 

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 it 

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. 

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 — the sight before him makes him boil with rage. 

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. 

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. 

ʚɞ

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. 

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.

ʚɞ

now here you were, laid perfectly on his lap with your perfect ass out on display as he spanks your ass with a ruler. 

"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. 

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." 

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 for— mmph! — being a bad girl and —mmfh! — disobeying your orders." he hums, not by satisfaction but the lack of empathy in your words. "is that right…you 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. 

"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. 

"such a naughty girl……you 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 baby…all 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 good…i 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. 

"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. 

"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. 

"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. 

"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. 

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 baby….you're so tight.." he curls his finger, your body shifting in his lap. "you're sucking my finger in so good…think 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. 

with two fingers inside of you — 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. 

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. "mmph…..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 — in a way that it was controlled. 

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. 

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 goi—!" your chest heaves up and down rapidly as you part your lips to create anything that sounded audible. 

"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. 

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. 

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 release—

until. 

"i don't think you deserve to cum princess…you 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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"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 — aching — dazed. 

"strip for me." you freeze. 

"w-wha-"

"you heard me, strip. now." he interrupts and you look at his eyes only to immediately do as you're told. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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 — it was the fact that he knew that no matter what you did to provoke him — he was always going to win. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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. 

"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. " 

"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. 

"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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"i'm getting close baby….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. 

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. 

"fuck…" 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 pretty……swallow for me." it trickles down your throat, lingering in your mouth like it wanted you to savour the taste of his own arousal. 

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. 

"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. 

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. 

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. 

"you're so wet angel….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. 

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 tight….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. 

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. 

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. 

"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 good…" the slow drive of your cock was kissing your cervix, receiving a whimper to escape from your throat. "d-daddy…hnngh…" 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 doll…daddy 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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"y-yes s-sir." you softly whisper. 

"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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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 — h-hee!" your teeth instinctively caught your bottom lip as you tried to mute the moans that threaten to escape. 

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 — you're mine baby…" 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 doll….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. 

"good girl…..i'm getting close baby…." 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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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. 

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. 

heev4n! ── omg I'm finally done....heheh hope y'all enjoy this one!

[etherealsadchick]

You don't understand I NEED to fuck Chris Hartley.

[luvitria]

This how I be sounding everyday 💔💔

[luvitria]

The Chris love is so serious that me n him are married on tomodachi living the dream … we’re actually so good together it’s insane

[enchive]

COME BACK 2 ME

ᢉ𐭩 jay always makes you feel so good.

ᢉ𐭩 park jongseong x f!reader ᢉ𐭩 smut, fluff ᢉ𐭩 wc: 1.7k ᢉ𐭩 cw: MDNI, explicit sexual content, dom!js, sub!reader, subspace, usage of color system, f!oral, pet names, unprotected penetration, piv, cummin inside

ᢉ𐭩 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!

It’s not that your thoughts wouldn’t 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 weren’t 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.

“Baby…”

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 weren’t registering what they were saying.

Amidst your haze, you caught the soft question, “Color, baby?”

You blinked and whimpered out a broken, “Green…”

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. “Sweet, sweet girl…”

“Jay…” You breathed out.

“I’m here, baby, ‘m your Jay…” He cooed.

God, this was Jay’s 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.

“Sweet, sweet, sensitive baby… so tasty f’me, my love.”

Jay’s voice was ringing in your ears, finally registering somewhere within the cloudy and foggy scene of your mind. “Jay…” you helplessly called out.

“Oh, baby, what do I do with you…?”

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.

“Mmm, Jay…” You breathed out.

“I’m here, baby…” 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.

“F— feels good…” you managed to stammer out despite your sluggish tongue threatening to loll out of your mouth.

“I’m glad, baby, I love making you feel good,” 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. “It’s okay, baby, grip my hair…” 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.

“Mmm, mmm!” 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. “Ja– Jay…” his name spilled from your lips in babbles. “Jay, ‘m gonn cum…” you whimpered, voice cracking.

“I’m here, baby, Jay’s here…” 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 Jay’s face was hovering over you.

“Baby, you still green?” He softly asked, gently caressing your hair next to your ear. You swallowed and nodded, sniffling.

“‘m green, Jay…” 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.

“Good, good girl… My sweet baby…” 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. “Gonna give you my cock, and fill you up with my cum. Would my baby like that?” 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 Wernicke’s region with how clouded your brain was with him.

“M– mmm…” You mumbled. “Yes, wan’ it…” You responded, blinking with heavy lids. Jay’s 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.

“Pretty… my pretty and sweet girl…” 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.

“J– Jay!” You moaned, voice high and needy. He moved his hand from your hip to intertwine his fingers with yours, anchoring your body to his. “J– Jay, s’big…” You mewled. He nodded, his hair falling into his face, obscuring his handsome visage from your blurred eyes.

“I know, I know, baby… Taking my cock so well, I love you…” He murmured.

“L– love you, Jay…” You didn’t hesitate for a second to respond back. His heart swelled at your declaration despite your stupor. “J– Jay, f– full… Fillin’ me up…” 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.

“Good girl, fuck…” He breathed out. “You’re so good… Took my entire cock, so fuckin’ good, baby…” 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. “J– Jay…” You huffed out. “Mmm…” 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.)

“B– Big… ‘s so good.” Your mind could only conjure these simple words, too tired out to try to articulate the pleasurable feeling of Jay’s 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. “J– Jay…” The call of his name mushed into a garble.

“I’m here baby, Jay’s here…” He softly crooned in your ear. You sniffled, tears continuing to stream down your face.

“Jay, feels really good…” You panted. “Jay, ‘m think ‘m gonna cum, Jay, wanna cum, may I cum, please?” You whimpered like a wounded animal. He laughed, endeared by your polite manners despite how clouded your mind was.

“Yes, you may, baby. Cum for me, hm?” 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.

“Jay…” 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.

“I’m here, baby…” 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.

[leeechin]

ཊ˃̵ ⑅ ཉ little lamb [sim jaeyun] 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁

⋆ summary: you meet a man in the middle of the night, so charming and so alluring.. but something about this man seems so.. dangerous. ━╋ pairing: killer!jake x fem!reader. (horror au)

⌗ 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 can’t 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.

word count: 6.3k

⪩⪨ lee’s note: this is kind of ass since i’ve never written something like this before so pls give me some grace 😣 enjoy the halloween special :D

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“Don’t go wandering ‘round a time like this.” The police officer warns you. “I’d be very devastated to see another report of another young individual being murdered in the streets this late at night.” 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 couldn’t avoid it since it was local.. near you.

You insisted to your friends that you were ‘okay’ 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.

“I hope I don’t see you out this late when I’m patrollin’ the area again.” The officer speaks to you once at the entrance of your apartment. The area you lived in wasn’t 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 should’ve found his presence suspicious, but you dazedly ignored it. Your apartment was small where everybody on every floor level knew each other, and yet you’ve 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 can’t move. Or you don’t want to. You find yourself standing a good arms reach behind the man, your conscious screaming at you to ‘run run run!’ but all of that is ignored when the man turns to you, another smirk tugging on his face when he sees it’s you. “You know.. you shouldn’t be out here this late doll, especially when you’re wearing this cute little outfit with such a pretty face.” He speaks.

You don’t 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 would’ve ran away. But you stand there, completely still. He doesn’t 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.

“What brings your pretty face here this late of a night—?” 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.

“I don’t know.” 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. “You shouldn’t be wandering around here so late at night. Any predator would’ve gotten you as their prey by now, little lamb.” You jump at his words a bit, riiight. You now remember the warning that cop gave to you, but you can’t help but say what comes out your mouth. “You don’t happen to be a murderer.. Do you—?"

Another loud laugh leaves the man’s mouth. No way you really just asked him a question like that. The answer was obviously yes. But he wouldn’t say that out loud, “Those were just props, doll. You would’ve been dead by now if I was a murderer.” 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, “The name’s Sim Jaeyun. Jake or Jaeyun, whatever you want pretty.” He winks at you, one hand moving out of his pocket, you don’t 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 man’s hand. “Jaeyun.” You repeat, the irises in his eyes darken at the way you said his name, hand moving to hold the side of your cheek.

“I’m Y/n.”, Introducing yourself, his hand moving away from you and going back in his pocket. Jaeyun wasn’t going to kill you.. He wanted you. “And what are you still doing here, Y/n?” Jaeyun’s voice deep and filled with fake curiosity. You don’t know what had gotten into you, you felt bold, you wanted to be out there more. “I want to get to know you..” Straightening yourself up, fixing your skirt that was slightly rising up. “Get to know me? Huh. How interesting..” Jaeyun chuckles again.

“Well I feel the same way too, sweetheart.” He adds on. You smile, so unknowing of all the things this man has done prior to now. “Why don’t I take you for a little drive —? I have a spot I’ve never shown anybody before.”

The word ‘No’ should’ve came out of your lips, but instead you quickly nodded, taking in his offer of being in his passengers seat.

“Is this spot in the middle of a forest..” 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 must’ve been the funniest person in the world, because with almost anything you said to Jaeyun, he would laugh at you. But it wasn’t that, it was the fact you were so gullible. “Trust me darlin’. We’re almost there.” He reassured you, a hand resting on your thigh.

Jaeyun wasn’t going to harm you. And that was a hidden promise he kept in his head to himself. He couldn’t stand the thought of there being a single scratch on you.

“So what is this spot, Jaeyun—?” 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 Jaeyun’s hand, walking along the grass, you were practically skipping. “This place is somewhere I get all of my things done.” He replies to you. You fidget with the bottom hem of your skirt as you’re reminded of his black duffel bag and the crow bar with blood on it. It was as if he could read your mind, “Nothing’s bad going to happen to you , Y/n.” 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; “I’ve always wanted to someone this special place of mine.” Jaeyun’s 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, “It’s such a beautiful place here, Jaeyun..” 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 wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

That’s how you found yourself straddling his lap on the drivers’ 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 don’t fully know who he is at all.. Or what he does, despite talking for a couple hours by on the field of grass. “Something on your mind?” 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.

“Wait Jaeyun—!” You pull yourself away from him. “Hm?” — “What if someone sees us?” Hesitation in your voice at the idea of that. It’s not like you a virgin by any means.. You just haven’t had sex many times. And especially not at a place where people could see you, even if Jaeyun’s windows were tinted. “Doll. Only murderers would be at a spot like this, late at night. But no one’s here. And it’s just you and me.” Jaeyun coos.

You felt weirdly comforted by his words. Easing into his touch, placing your lips over his, it’s much rougher this time, his tongue dances his way into your mouth, it was so sloppy as the smacking sounds filled Jaeyun’s car. “Want more Jaeyun..” 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.

“You want me to show you what’s in my disgusting, twisted mind? To ruin you and keep you to myself? Because baby, once I do all that, you can’t leave me.” He warns you, allowing you to rethink your doubts. But you want it all. You don’t care that you’ve met this man a few hours ago, an unknown man in your highly secured apartment, and how it’s 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 doesn’t seem anything like a saint.

You nod rapidly, “Give it all to me Jaeyun. Show me your world.” Your response makes Jaeyun let out a deep laugh at how easy it was to convince you with his words. But, he wasn’t 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 wouldn’t lay a single hand on you.

“Have you done something like this before?” Jaeyun raises an eyebrow at you, his cold digits tracing along your folds, collecting your wetness making your breath hitch at the contact. “Only a few times.. and not anywhere outside either.” You admit, eyes shying away from his. Jaeyun’s free hand pulls up your chin to look at him again, “Was he good—?” Jaeyun’s eyes darken at the thought of there being another man before him.

“Mmph—! No! Not really—!” 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. “Can barely take one finger..” He comments, fingers finding a pace comfortable for you. He adds a second finger in, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show you what it feels like to be fucked reaaaal good you’ll forget about all of the other times and only remember me.” Emphasizing that one word.

“S’ so good Jaeyun!” 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. “Taking it like such a good girl..” 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 you’ve never really experienced before, and you surely want to feel this again.

“Feels good huh—?” 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 hasn’t even stuck his dick into you yet. “You’ll always be mine.” 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 Jaeyun’s neck to conceal your sounds.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me.” He growls, the free hand that placed on your waist moving to tug at your hair, pulling your face away from his neck. “M’ close Jaeyun please—!” You plead, rolling your hips slightly, feeling his fingertips hit right at that one spot so good.

“Let go for me, darlin’. Show me how good I make you feel.” That was a demand that you didn’t mind to follow; body shaking slightly as you calm from the intensity of your orgasm; body flopping against Jaeyun’s chest. Tapping the side of your exposed thigh, pulling your skirt up; “Don’t get all tired on me doll. I’m not done with you yet.” 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. “So fuckin’ perfect.” He comments, hands moving to fondle with your sensitive tits, thumbs rubbing roughly over the erected nubs, making you few new sensations, but it wasn’t 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 can’t 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. “You can take me, can’t you, doll—?” 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. “Jaeyun..” — “What’s on your mind doll—?” You take a deep breath, hands resting on his chest, “I’ve never really done this..” You feel embarrassed again, but your eyes don’t leave Jaeyun’s this time. “I know, baby. I just wanted to see if you could do it yourself.” “Can’t do it without your help, Jaeyun.” 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. “I got you, doll.”

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 you’re gonna be actually able to take it.

“Oh shiiit—! You’re still so much fuckin’ tighter than what I thought.” A long groan leaves Jaeyun’s 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 you’ve 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. “S’ so big.” You whimper out, burying your face into Jaeyun’s 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 it’s like to actually feel good from him only. “Oh goddd—!” 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.

“I’m far from being god, doll.” Jaeyun smirks, knowing he could quite literally be the devil. “Scream my name. Who’s the one making you feel like this.” He grins at your disheveled figure, desperately holding onto his shoulders as if you’re afraid to crumble and break apart. You’ve never felt like this before, his hips pistoning in and out of you at such a animalistic pace, you’re not sure if you could last longer, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by cumming too quickly. Screams of you saying Jaeyun’s 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. “You close, doll—?” He asks, teeth nipping one of your ears. A mantra of yes’ 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 Jaeyun’s 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.

“Hold it out a little longer f’me doll.” 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. “Did so good for me.” 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. “Are you on the pill—?” You nod yes. Jaeyun sighs in relief, he couldn’t 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.

“Jaeyun. How am I going to go back to my apartment with no panties..” You did not want the other residents to see Jaeyun’s seed drooling down your legs.

“You just keep your legs closed.” He laughs, spinning the ruined piece of article around his finger.

A week has gone by. There’s 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 don’t know a lot about him. You’re drawn to him like a magnet, your friends don’t understand you at all.

“It sounds suspicious Y/n, I don’t know. You only see him at night?” 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.

“You don’t understand.” That’s 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 didn’t realize that. “We care about you, Y/n. But, it’s just the fact you’ve never seen this man in broad daylight..” 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..

“Are you sure you don’t need me to go up with you..?” 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.

“Alright then.” 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, you’re 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t a coincidence.

Tears flowed past your eyes as you froze. You were nonverbal as you simply started to sob into the killer’s arm. And you still weren’t convinced that Jaeyun did it, though the facts were so obvious. “Shhhh. Luckily I came here just in time to be here for you, doll.”

“He just— He— What if he walked up with me..” You cried, tearing soaking onto Jaeyun’s shirt. “You can’t control what happens to people, doll. I’m lucky that nothing happened to you.” Jaeyun responds, a smirk creeping up inside of his head knowing that he has you wrapped around his finger.

“Why are we going out of town—?” 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 ‘quality time’ for the weekend.

It should’ve been alarming to you that you guys were practically in the middle of nowhere. “Doesn’t it feel so suffocating to be in such a busy city, surrounded by so many people sometimes?” 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. “It’s just.. I only see you when it’s late at night. How come you never come to see me during the daytime?” 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.

“I’m a busy man, doll. But I always make time for you, don’t I?” Lies continue to pour out of his mouth, yet you never caught onto any of them, simply abiding anything he initiates without questioning.

There’s a radio in the run down motel room. The building is so outdated, it’s quite baffling how such a beat down place is still running. You don’t mind how shabby it is.

'Unsolved Murders in Seoul that are believed to be connected to each other-' Jaeyun shuts off the radio.

“That’s ridiculous.” He laughs, walking towards your figure that was standing where the radio was playing. “You’re so pretty.” 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.

“Still thinking about earlier?” Jaeyun asks, fingers swiping the tears that poured down your cheeks. He was fake sympathizing with you, he didn’t actually care that you lost one of your closest friends, because he was the one that did it, and you’re blatantly choosing right now, to ignore all of the obvious keys.

“What if instead, I called for help? He probably would still be alive right now. And that’s all my fault. ” You stammer, body jumping as you felt Jaeyun’s 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. “It would’ve been you dead instead. And I wouldn’t want it to be that way. I love you.”

Love? You’ve 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 couldn’t quite get a grasp on, but he gave you what you wanted. You were weak to his actions, there was no way he wasn’t the one who killed Sungchan, or was at least suspicious.

“I love you too..” 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. “Let me make you feel better. Make you forget all that guilt you have in your head.” 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.

“So needy.” 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. “What are you waiting for? It’s not gonna get sucked by itself.” 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 Jaeyun’s mouth, not hiding the pleasure from you.

“Just like that shit. Let me fuck that cute mouth of yours huh?” You whine around him, nodding in agreement. You were being used like a toy, Jaeyun’s 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.

“God I love how nasty you’ve become for me.” 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 Jaeyun’s grip earlier. “Please Yunnie.” 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. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll give you everything you want after you let me fill up that little mouth of yours.” 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.

“I’m gonna cum, fuckkk. Such a good girl.” 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 Jaeyun’s 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 Jaeyun’s hand as he kneels to be eye level with your dripping cunt. “Please Jae..” You whimper, fingers lacing through his dark brown hair strands, massaging his head slightly as your hooded eyes looking below your spread legs. You didn’t wait for too long when you feel him lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“mmmh—!” You mewl out, nails digging into Jaeyun’s head at your head throws back against the bed’s pillows. Your sounds along with the nastiness of Jaeyun’s 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 Jaeyun’s 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.

“You can take more of me right?” 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. “Shiiit. Still so tight.” Jaeyun hisses, allowing you no time to adjust, already setting a rough pace that had him lodged in you deep.

“Jaeyun—! Slower!” 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.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much.” 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 Jaeyun’s relentless pace didn’t stop, even as you finished around him for the second time, going into overstimulation as his hips continuously smacked against your thighs.

“More Jaeyun.” 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.

“Hold your thighs up for me.” 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.

“Shitshitshit—!” 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. “Feels good huh?” 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.

“M’ gonna cum again ‘Yun.” You whimper, feeling his tip make a small bulge against your stomach as your palm presses down against it. “Hold or f’me a little doll.” He grits his teeth, thrusts becoming more sloppy as he’s 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.

“Good fuckin’ doll.” 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.

“I will always take care of you, doll. No matter what it takes, I will do anything for you.” 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. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, lazily standing close to the television as you’re eating breakfast from room service. You’re half paying attention to what the news anchor is saying. But then you pause when you hear Sungchan’s death being mentioned again.

More details are added on, along with blurred footage of Jaeyun’s 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 couldn’t 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 Jaeyun’s presence in the room as you stood there lifelessly trying to process this ‘newfound’ news.

And for once as your eyes meet Jaeyun’s, they’re filled with fear. His pupils dark and filled with wickedness. A sly grin is plastered on his face as he stares at you.

“Well well well, the little lamb has finally realized she’s fallen into the arms of its predator.”

— @00kittenz @pshbites @selleprotection @p4ranormaluv @slutforjaeyun @jaeyunsbimbo @faithnsstuff

note: thank u so much for 460+ followers 🥹🥹!! i appreciate all the support you guys give on my posts 🤧🤧🫶🫶

[avtrns]

FREAK! — P.SH

─── you want a good girl that does bad things to you⋆˚꩜｡ 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, well—they 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 here—"

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 god—" he pants, eyes rolling back slightly when you lean down to leave wet, open—mouth 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 warm—it'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 you—?"

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 this—tied up, choked, dominatd by you—makes 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.

"S—Sunghoon, 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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[luvitria]

Rewatching younite content today and my god all I could think about is how Steve’s lips look like ..

Get me on his lap lemme kiss him a bit. I feel like he’s 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

[jaehyp]

𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖪 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧 𝖨𝖳 ─ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗃𝗒.

!! pairing: jake sim x fem. reader

!! 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."

You smiled knowing he meant every word.

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📁 2026.works. ╰ 📂 JAY : NSFW! sugar daddy!jay x college student!reader. 3.1k words EXPLICIT : unprotected sex, breeding, fingering, oral sex (reader giving), rough sex, spanking, soft & romantic sex, praise kink, use of pet names all along the fic

‘Are you free tonight ?’

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 couldn’t 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 ?

‘Yea. Do I come over ?’ You asked and surprisingly, he replied right away.

He wasn’t 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.

‘As you wish, honey’

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 couldn’t help it. That man had this effect on you that had you crawling back, begging for more everytime. ‘I’ll be there by 7’ 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t here. A true gentleman would’ve warned you. And all you hoped was that it wouldn’t 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 Jay’s.

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.

‘Are you sleeping, princess ?’ He called out softly, the tip of his fingers caressing your bare arm. ‘Hey…’ He whispered against your skin as he placed a soft kiss against your cheek.

‘You’re late.’ 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. ‘Emergency meeting. Sorry.’ He said, his eyes looking into yours, obviously showing how sincerely sorry he was.

Jay was an honest man. He wasn’t 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.

‘Mhh.’ You grumbled a bit and he kissed the corner of your lips. ‘Let me make it up to you.’ He whispered and you licked your lips, eager to see what he had planned to be for your forgiveness.

You expected something cliché such as flowers, or even sex to make it up but he showed off a large box. ‘What is it ?’ 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.

‘Jay, this is for me ?’ You asked, gulping with difficulty as you didn’t 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. ‘Am I forgiven, my lady ?’ He asked softly and you didn’t 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 wasn’t detaching himself from you. He was just where he wanted to be, in your arms, kissing your plump lips while holding you close.

‘You smell insanely good, as usual.’ He praised, instantly burying his face in your neck to devour your warm skin. He wasn’t 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. ‘Jay… I have a gift for you.’ You managed to say, calming the tension right away as Jay immediately paid attention to you. He pulled back, holding onto his forearms. ‘Oh yeah ? Show me.’ 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. ‘So ?’ He asked.

‘Mr Park, you’re getting impatient.’ You fakely scolded and earned a sincere laugh as a response; to which he quickly added his usual flirtatious remarks. ‘I am always impatient when it comes to you y/n.’

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. ‘Just gorgeous.’ He praised again and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back on the bed with him. ‘Let’s not wait any longer.’ He whispered against your lips after making you sit on his lap.

His expert hands immediately caressed your legs, up to your pussy. ‘Do you want me to touch you now ?’ He asked, his fingers teasing your clit over the thin piece of clothing protecting it.

You simply nodded. ‘Use your words.’ He said a bit more firmly, his hand slapping your thigh gently. ‘Yes touch me…’ You said and your weak voice made it sound like a plea which didn’t seem to bother him as a satisfied expression quickly painted all over his face.

‘That’s it.’ He said, slowly pushing his middle and index fingers inside of you. ‘You’re wet already.’ 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.

‘You always sound so cute when you’re moaning.’

‘I can never have enough’ 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.

‘Just like that…’ He said, his hand naturally grabbing your hair to guide the movements of your head. ‘Keep going.’ 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 he’d be satisfied real quick if you kept doing that but as your gag reflex manifested itself, Jay slowly pulled on your hair. ‘Easy, y/n.’

In reality, Jay didn’t need you to suck him deep to feel satisfied with you. You could do it however you liked, and he’d 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. ‘Mhh oh fuck-’ Jay wasn’t vulgar, but when he cursed, it meant he really enjoyed himself and ever since you found out about his weakness, you wouldn’t 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.

‘I don’t want to stop here.’ 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. ‘Do you want it rough tonight ?’ He brought his hands to your ass and squeezed it as he asked.

‘Or gentle…’ 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 he’s 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 other’s arms the morning after, Jay got to admire this body of yours marked by none other than himself.

‘Both…’ You said with no shame. You had been doing this with Jay for way too long to feel uncomfortable because of your own desires.

‘Greedy.’ 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. ‘Take that off.’ 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.

‘You’re ready ?’ He asked against your ear and when you furiously nodded yes, Jay didn’t even warn you, pushing himself inside of you, earning a loud moan.

‘Ahhh fuck-’ 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 wasn’t fast, but he was going deep inside of you, his strong hands holding onto your waist to make you follow up with his rhythm.

‘You like that ?’ 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 didn’t give a response as fast as expected. ‘Answer now.’

‘Yes I love it… Don’t stop, please.’ You begged in such a cute way, Jay thought.

He wrapped an arm around your chest to squeeze your tits while fucking you faster. ‘Ahh Jay…’ 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.

‘You’re so tight. So tight and so good for me.’ He kissed your back and slowed his pace. ‘I never want to let you go…’ 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. ‘Look just how beautiful you are, all spread out for me.’ Jay slowly pushed back inside of you, whimpering as it took him a lot not to reach orgasm on the spot. He didn’t 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.

‘Y/N…’ He moaned your name softly, his lips kissing your neck as if he was addicted to it and in a way, he was.

‘You have no idea what you’re doing to me.’ 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. ‘Are you sure ?’ 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. ‘Please fill me up.’ 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.

‘Y/N...’

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. ‘I love you…’

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.

It felt like you were meant to be there with him.

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mcwilla.log : im backk!!! finally got some motivation to write, and so hopefully i'll be more active!! here's a short jay drabble kinda thing i wrote, ive been listening to a lot of bad bunny and just had to write this. likes, comments, and reblogs are very very appreciated!! <33 ⤿ requests & asks are: open

Sticky, suffocating, humid—perfect 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 attractive—like 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 chose—they were gross. Not Jay—that 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 home—sorry."

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 not—could 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 you—they'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 neck—you 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 you—chuckling 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. "Jay—fuck."

"There we go," he muses. His fingers keep up their movements—up 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 more—anything 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 themselves—wanna 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 fingers—he 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 move—in 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 Jay—not 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 word—he 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, Jay—right 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 mind—he'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 ear—a 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 silent—hardly 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. "Jay—stop, 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 joking—you 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. "Yeah—yeah, lemme just," you let out a deep breath, "holy shit."

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[hartleychristopher]

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 😵‍💫

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

🥥

Attack Dog Lap Dog

Pairing: Chris x fem!reader

Summary: after reader jumps to Chris’s defense in a way that leaves him hot and bothered, he thinks he knows what he’s in for when he takes her back to his room… he’ll find out she’s not as tough as she looks when she’s behind a closed door with him.

Warnings: filthy smut!, return of soft dom!chris!! 💥, sub!reader, a dash of Emily being mean (for the plot), unprotected p in v (they’re really acting like condoms don’t exist), a bit of drinking so dubious consent bc of that, use of “good girl”

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 ‘recommended’ playlist Spotify has conjured up has really lulled everyone into a more mellow mood, which Josh doesn’t like.

“Let’s play a game!” Josh suggests, standing abruptly, unsteady on his feet from the alcohol he’s consumed tonight.

“What game?” 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. “We could play werewolf.” Chris suggests after a beat. Most of the group’s shoulders sag in disinterest.

“What’s werewolf?” You ask, turning your gaze to Chris, who is propped up against the couch, because there’s no room on it. He’s currently acting as a foot rest for one of Jessica’s legs, her calf resting on his shoulder.

Everyone lets out a big sigh, knowing what’s to come.

“Werewolf is a social deception game” Chris perks up, pushing his glasses up on his nose and pushing Jessica’s leg off his shoulder, to which she whines in annoyed inconvenience. “It’s also sometimes known as Mafia—actually has its origins in the Soviet Union, believe it or not, It was invented in 1986 by a psychology professor named Dmitry—“

“No one cares Chris!” Emily whines in annoyance, rubbing her temples.

“Fuck off” you quickly shoot back at Emily “I asked him a question” you bark, “I’d like to hear the answer”

Emily rolls her eyes and gives you a look as to say “suit yourself” 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 they’re tinged with a glowing admiration that the alcohol won’t 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 it’s 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.

“But…” he takes a breath from his monologue, “I don’t think we have enough people interested to play anyhow..” he gives you a sheepish smile.

“We need 5 at least?” You try to recall his explanation of the rules.

“Yeah,” he nods, “and even if we did convince these numb-skulls to play they’d be too faded to be any good at it” he laughs, knowing you two are the only ones who aren’t 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 “but if it’s any consolation… I think you’d be a great werewolf… considering you just about bit Em’s head off earlier,” He laughs lightly.

You can’t help but let a smirk pull at your own lips now.

“Yeah well, she was being a bitch” you shrug.

“She was being Emily” he corrects “I don’t take offense to her” he mimics your shrug.

“I just didn’t like how she was dismissing you.” 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.

“Should I put you on a leash, my little attack dog?” He says lowly.

Your lips part with your silent gasp, your heart thumps hard in your chest, not expecting him to be that forward—he didn’t expect it either. But, the thought of him putting you on a leash is tempting to say the least.

“I’m gonna bite you” 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.

“Is that a threat… or a promise, pet?” He whispers into your ear, making goosebumps bloom down your side, a silent plea to feel his hands on you.

“Your room.” you demand weakly, knowing Chris has his own guest-room in Josh’s house.

“Yes ma’am” Chris wastes no time rising to his feet, holding his hand out for yours once he’s 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 don’t 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, he’s letting you take the lead, he’s trying not to assume you’re 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. “m’lady” he says in a faux British accent and you can’t help but laugh and roll your eyes.

You walk into Chris’s 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 he’s still half-laughing from his own stupid “m’lady” joke.

He’s 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, you’re standing there like your skin’s too hot. Like his stupid “attack dog” 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 you’re not moving.

His boot drops to the floor with a soft thunk. “You good?”

You cross to the foot of the bed, slowly, nervous energy buzzing in your fingertips. “You… said something downstairs… about putting me on a leash.”

Chris laughs, half-giddy, half-confused. “yeah, I was kidding. I didn’t think you’d take it seriously—wait, did you…?”

You nod, barely. “I… I liked it”

He stares at you, glasses halfway down his nose, brain clearly doing backflips.

“Holy shit.” He breathes.

You shift your weight, eyes dropping. “You thought I was gonna come up here and jump your bones, didn’t you? Get all bossy?”

He chokes on a laugh. “I mean… kinda? You’re just—so tough. I figured if anyone was gonna pin me down and tell me what to do—”

You shake your head quickly. “No. I don’t wanna be in charge”

His jaw goes a little slack.

“Oh.”

A beat passes between you two.

“Ohhhhhh.” He whispers.

You step closer. “I just want you to tell me what to do.”

Chris exhales violently, like that sentence punched the wind out of him. His fingers curl into the comforter. “You’re—fuck, you’re serious.”

you nod, kneeling up onto the bed slowly. His eyes track every movement like you’re some kind of skittish creature and he doesn’t wanna spook you.

“I want you to touch me,” you whisper, sitting back on your heels in front of him. “Tell me I did good earlier…? For standing up for you.”

His hands twitch in his lap.

“You did so good,” he murmurs, almost reverent. “You were so fucking hot. I wanted to kiss you the second you told her off.”

You shift closer, tugging at the hem of your top, slowly. like you’re offering, not assuming. “Can you show me, then?”

He makes a broken sound.

“Yes. Yeah. Okay. Okay. But just—tell me if I go too far, alright?” His hands are suddenly on your hips, like he can’t stop himself anymore. “You say stop, we stop. But—holy shit—if you let me…”

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, “I want to fuck you so bad”

You let out the softest whimper and Chris freezes, blinking.

“Did you just—?”

You nod, breath shaky. “Please don’t stop.”

That’s it. That’s the end of Chris’s brain. He’s a man on a mission now, clumsy with urgency, but reverent; He kisses you hard.

All that awkward hesitation he’d 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 he’s been waiting years for this.

His hands are firm on your hips, pulling you tighter against him, and the second he tugs—hard—you 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.

“…Did you just make that noise because I grabbed you?” He asks breathless.

You blink, dazed, lips parted. You don’t answer.

He tilts his head, voice dipping lower. “oh, you liked that.”

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.

“You’re not scary at all, are you?” he says, low and smug and shocked at his own boldness. “You’re just a whiney little thing.”

You whimper again. louder. Bury your face in his neck. “Chris—”

“You barked at Em like you were gonna fight her,” he murmurs, rocking you against him now, “but this is what I get behind closed doors?”

You nod into his neck, dizzy from how fast it’s 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 don’t 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 you’re 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, “yeah, that’s what I thought. you wanna be handled, huh?”

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: “All I have to do is grab you and you’re whining for me?”

You claw at his shoulders, desperate for more. “You talk too much,” you breathe.

He grins against your mouth. “Oh, now you wanna shut me up?”

He flips you onto your back without warning, hands still gripping tight like he doesn’t trust himself to let go. His voice is wrecked now, half-laughing, half-moan as he pushes you onto your back on the bed.

You’re sprawled on the bed now, chest rising and falling fast, eyes wide and glassy. Chris looms over you, lips flushed and bitten. His hands haven’t stopped touching you; your sides, your thighs, your waist, like he’s trying to map out every inch of you.

“You gonna beg for it, baby?” he asks, voice wrecked and shaky with disbelief. “Is that how desperate you’re getting for me?”

You squirm under him. “Chris…”

He grins; hungry, boyish, slightly unhinged. “That’s not begging”

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.

“C’mon,” he whispers, dipping his head to kiss your neck, biting lightly. “be good. use your words.”

You whimper, and he sinks his teeth in a little harder.

“I want you,” you breathe. “Please, Chris. I want you to fuck me”

His breath catches hard against your skin like he wasn’t at all ready for how good that would sound.

“Shit,” he mutters, kissing down your chest now, tongue teasing the edge of your bra. “You don’t even know what that does to me.”

“I do,” you whisper. “I want it, please.”

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.

“You’re so—fuck, you’re so pretty,” he mutters, lips dragging over sensitive skin. “And you’re mine tonight. All mine.”

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.

“You—you’re sure?” he asks, one hand still at your hip, the other tangled in the bedsheets like he’s clinging to the last shred of self-control. “Because if I keep going, I’m not gonna be able to—like—go slow, or… be chill, or—”

“I don’t want slow,” you interrupt, pulling him down by his shirt collar until your lips barely brush. “I want you to ruin me.”

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.

“Oh my fuck,” he gasps, voice shaking. “You’re practically dripping, sweetheart”

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.

“That for me?” he murmurs, teasing your clit through the sopping fabric. “all ‘cause I said I’d put you on a leash?”

You whine, thighs trembling.

He chuckles darkly, leaning in close. “Gonna have to start watching what I say around you, huh? Don’t wanna get you soaking wet in front of Josh next time.”

You gasp, burying your face in his shoulder. “Chris—please—”

“I know, baby, I know,” he soothes, voice tender but wrecked. “I’ve got you.”

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 can’t believe this is happening, but his gaze is locked on yours.

“I’m gonna be so good to you,” 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.

“tell me what you want.” he whispers, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.

You squirm under him, breathless. “Wanna be fucked. I wanna be your good girl”

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.

“you are,” he growls. “My perfect, whiney, good girl.” He breathes, “Holy—fuck—you feel incredible” he groans, hips stuttering as he bottoms out. “I didn’t—I didn’t think it would be like this—”

You’re already moaning so loud it makes him whimper. the second he hears that noise, that soft little broken cry? He loses his mind.

“Oh my god, that’s what you sound like?” he pants, pulling back and slamming into you again, rougher this time. your back arches, mouth falling open on a wrecked little sob, “that’s how you sound when I fuck you?” like he’s wondered about it before.

He’s talking too much, but you love it. He can’t 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 he’ll leave marks. you’re already wet enough that it’s obscene, slick sounds filling the room every time he thrusts into your tight cunt.

You’re not quiet, not even close.

Your moans are high and breathy, sometimes turning into whines when he hits just the right spot, and Chris’s mouth is everywhere; your neck, your chest, the shell of your ear.

“You’re so fucking loud,” he groans, absolutely wrecked with it. “You’re gonna get us caught”

You shake your head against the pillow, but you’re gasping, blissed-out, teary-eyed, gone.

He leans in closer, fucking you through your moans now, voice low and wrecked.

“No, you want them to hear, don’t you?” he pants, his rhythm messy now, desperate. “You want them to know I made you sound like this”

You’re 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.

“Shit—okay, okay, that’s—you’re squeezing me so tight” he gasps, forehead pressed to yours, “You feel too fucking good—I’ve been wanting this for so long—”

Your eyes flutter open, wet lashes stuck to your cheeks. you touch his face, whispering breathlessly, “Chris—I’m gonna come—please don’t stop—please—”

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.

“Fuck— oh my god—shit—baby,” he chokes out, hips slowing, but he’s 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, he’s completely flushed and disheveled.

“…we’re not gonna be able to show our faces back downstairs, are we?” He asks breathlessly.

You burst into breathless laughter, and he grins like he just fell in love with the sound.

<3

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[luvitria]

SICKENINNGGGG UHHHHH I need him