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HARD CASH, EASY MONEY (p.js)

Jay is rich-rich and likes to frequent the strip club you dance at. You know regulars tend to have their favorite dancers, but to become his favorite? Oh, well….you knew he’d rent out a private room sooner or later.

Or the one where you tell jay that if breaks the rules, he’s going to have to fork up a very large sum of money and, well, he seems entirely ready to pay up.

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WORDCOUNT― 5.4k

PAIRING― jay x afab reader

CONTENT― pussy drunk and rich as hell jay, stripper reader, jay is taller than reader.

NOTE: if u read this before no u didn’t bc i reworked a lot of it!!! just to cover my bases, hi i am ncteez and if you feel like this fic sounds too close to another one, its because i wrote them both!!! thank you!!!

nsfw tags under cut:

nsfw tags: lap dancing, shy-ish jay, unprotected sex, cream pie, doggy style on a couch, thick cock jay, reader doesn’t cum lmfaooooo

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Having sex with a client is a big no-no in the industry you’ve grown to love. You are to be desired, eye-fucked, and paid to look sexy. The fact that you don’t have to give them any part of you outside of a show? What’s not to love about it?

There are men who try to get touchy, men who are too shy to make eye contact, and men who refuse to break eye contact. All three of these types of clients bring in the big bucks and tend to become regulars to either yourself or one of the other girls who make the men believe they are also an object of desire.

It’s easy, really. After all, why not use the goods you were born with to make the big bucks?

Then you have those clients. The men with big-shot jobs, walking in and ordering the most expensive drink, quietly observing the women as if they aren’t even interested at all. The ones who have wives, children, and stresses that will weigh on them the moment they walk out of their homes for work.

To them, you are their secret little stress relief and you often find yourself acting out towards them, letting them break a rule or two, perhaps. Dancing a little longer for them sometimes just to really rake in the dollars. Mostly because they’re the ones who pay your expensive rent. They’re the reason you can live on the high-end of the city and buy new, sexy, lingerie to wear each night you dance and bounce around on the stage.

Jay was one of those men, so you assumed. A little young looking if you’re being honest, but who are you to pry when he’s throwing hundreds at you and the other dancers?

You remember the first time he walked through those doors. You thought he was going to be one of the shy men, avoiding eye contact and shuffling uncomfortably on his seat to hide the boner, presumably ashamed to know he could never have the women up on stage that are intentionally making him hard.

He isn’t though, and you swear just last weekend he bought out the entire fucking club because he was the only one watching on a late saturday night, silently judging each dancer. You also remember when he made eye contact with you on that night. His eyes were sharp under the dimmed lighting and you swear he could hear the way your heart skipped a beat with the intimidation, mostly because the motherfucker smirked before throwing out five crisp hundred dollar bills.

Even on the first night he ever attended, the girls talked. You remember when your best friend ran back in her six inch pumps, jumping with glee and explaining that the new guy threw two hundred at her only a minute into her dance.

Naturally, all the girls wanted to put on a show for him after that.

He appeared to be rich. And everyone was shocked, really, because even the richest of clients typically don’t give a bill over fifty to the dancers unless he pays for privacy. This man though? He was tipping with bills that showed his status.

It was really only natural from that moment forward for each girl plus yourself to try and win him over. You’d stay near his side of the stage, directing the gyrating and pussy shots right at him just to see those bills flutter to the floor of the stage.

In all honesty though, these types of clients never stay long. Usually they’re in the city on business and visit once, only to never come back. This one though? Oh, he keeps coming back. Every. Single. Saturday.

Having no ring on his fingers only made it better because many of the married men do not feel the guilt of ogling women while married. Huge turn off. Like, hey, if they don’t touch, it’s not cheating right? Either way, eating fancy and living in your nice flat paid for by the lust of men is a perfect lifestyle for you. Even if you have to pretend to like the pigs pretending to love their wives.

You called dibs on this new man as quickly as you could, to the dismay of the other dancers. Calling dibs was never truly honored though, because who the man chooses is usually who ends up dancing for him and getting the most money.

This guy never seemed to choose a girl though. He never pays for dances, never speaks, never so much as shivers in his seat at the image of a pussy sticking to panties in front of his face for his money. All he does is watch and throw bills.

You should be pleased. After all, he’s kind of a perfect client.

Weeks and months go by at this point and Jay keeps his regular Saturday night appearances. After what you and all the other dancers believe regarding him buying out the club last weekend, he’s a very welcome face to see.

Tonight though, several dancers have come back into the lounge crying because this guy didn’t tip them a fucking dime. Given, a bouncer shows up not ten minutes after each crying face with a nice tray of drinks and an envelope with their stage names on it.

It’s gotten to the point now that with how long he’s been visiting the club, some girls even roll their eyes at him. Wondering how desperate he must be, how privileged he must be to flaunt his money the way he does.

Still, that doesn’t stop every single one of you from working your bodies for him in hopes of more, more, more money.

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Same old, same old at the club half a year later. Saturday night, several regulars, several new faces, and of course, that young rich guy sitting front and center.

You walked into work just as the sun began to set and there he was. At this point you can tell by the back of his head with that nice hair cut. So many other men show up disheveled, and half of them are already wasted by the time later shows even start. Still, you smile in knowing you’ll make rent again this month. After all, you just spent a bit too much money on some new shoes and outfits.

Still, but this point regarding this rich ass guy, even you’re getting annoyed. Every saturday he tips you anywhere between five hundred to a thousand dollars. Given, you’re very aware that it’s much more than the other dancers get, and you kind of have been lying about the amount he tips you so they don’t feel bad. It’s the fact that he isn’t giving anyone a chance to really show him a good time.

Private rooms and VIP services are highly sought after in this club and he can definitely afford it. It just appears that he doesn’t want to get personal with anyone.

Given, there’s no sex involved, of course. It’s just intimate lap dances, music of their choosing, sharing drinks, and occasionally just becoming a therapist for loser old men. Still, you wish he’d give you a chance to really get into your moves.

And, well, would you look at that.

You’re in the back room settling into your seat to lace up your new shoes when one of the owners walks up to you.

“You’ve got a dance.” He says to you, smiling. “You’ll never guess who it is.”

You look at yourself in the mirror, popping your lips with the pretty lipgloss before wiping some off that overlined your lips, and then shift your eyes to the owner through the glass.

“Jake, again?”

The owner shakes his head with a laugh. Surely Jake would be here soon to try and get you to dance for him again though.

“Who, then?” You laugh, leaning back down to fix a strap on your shoe.

“His name is Park Jongseong, goes by the name of Jay.”

“Okay?” You laugh, turning in your chair to face the man. “Is this his first time buying a dance?”

“Oh yeah.” The owner says brightly. “He bought you out for the entire night, head to room 11 when you’re dressed, he’s already made himself at home.”

Nothing else is said by the owner as he turns and walks out.

“The whole night?” One of the girls laughs at your situation. “You’d better hope he tips well.”

“Well, buying out the entire night sounds expensive, he must be one of the rich ones.” You laugh with a shrug, a little frustrated that your new shoes won’t be seen by the foot-fetish men. They’re always out and feral on Saturdays.

“Maybe–” The other dancer laughs, looking at you with kind of a pitiful look. “Hope he’s not ugly.”

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You’ve done so many private dances before, but none that had ever taken the entire shift. To be fair, you didn’t even know they could do that. You assume that the owner took the offer because he decided the money was worth it. Wondering how much was offered to pay for your presence, you feel kind of good.

This isn’t exactly a cheap club, surely this is a great opportunity.

Whoever Jay is though, he’d better make this wasted shift worth your time.

“Hi,” You whisper without looking up, sauntering into room 11 with a small voice. They always like when you’d act smaller in terms of personality, submissive even.

The lights are dimmer than usual when you walk in and you’ve only used this room once or twice during your entire career at this club. It was the most expensive room, one with its own pole, a large velvet couch, and more space to move around compared to the others.

The man doesn’t respond to you as your eyes adjust to him, but then–Oh.

Oh.

Jackpot.

“Jay?” You look at the man who had spent thousands on you and the other dancers since he’d become a regular. “That’s the name of the man who spoils us?”

He just nods at you, staring you up and down with the same sharp eyes he had the night you’d first seen him.

“Not a man of many words?” You question, walking over to him slowly, swinging your hips like the way you always do when you’re on the clock. “So, I take it you won’t tell me why you picked me, huh?” You laugh playfully, looking over to the pole but parking yourself in front of him.

“Why wouldn’t I have picked you?” He lets out, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re my favorite to watch.”

Hearing his voice felt surreal, somehow setting him apart from any other client you’ve had seated in front of you. His voice is smooth, but you can’t tell if you think that because he’d held your curiosity for the longest time, or because he just said you’re his favorite to watch.

“Oh yeah?” You smile at him with a tilt of your head. “Lucky me.”

With that, you see how he relaxes against the couch to watch you. Business as usual. You don’t even ask how much he shelled out for this, because you know it had to be a lot. His first offer was probably much more than what the owner would have accepted to begin with.

You do your job for him though, twirling and sliding yourself against and on the pole. The music is a lovely choice, one that is chill enough to move slowly, but upbeat enough to bounce and wiggle for him.

The pole is cold as usual, allowing your nipples to perk enough to where, now, because he is closer to you than he had ever been, he can see them. You definitely see him watching too, still with that same bored expression despite the money he lends out just to experience it. You continue your routine, spreading your cheeks, pressing your tits together, making eye contact with him, smirking, and licking your lips.

Jay mouths the lyrics to the songs sometimes, but his eyes never leave you even when he dips his head for a drink. His eyes are less sharp now compared to before, being replaced with a hazy kind of look as he drags his gaze up and down your mostly-exposed body.

Noting that you’ve never seen his face shift before out in the main area, you believe that you are experiencing Jay actually reacting to a woman now. No longer looking uninterested but tipping as if he had cum in his pants during each dance. You feel entirely desired by him, and you kind of like it.

“I think you’re the most handsome client I’ve ever danced for.” You say in a soft voice, slowly backing away from the pole as the song changes. After all, you always sweet talk clients when it’s a one on one like this, though usually you’re lying. You actually mean it this time. “Do you know the rules?”

Jay nods as his legs spread a bit when you walk towards him. He knows you’re taking your time because he did pay for the entire night.

“No touching.” You whisper as the bass picks up on the speakers. It’s lap-dance time at the moment, and like always, you recite the most important rule.

He nods again, eyes glued to you as you turn around in front of him and begin to ghost your ass over his lap.

Watching you, he is well aware of the rules and perfectly comfortable with them. He would never violate a woman regardless of how sexy he finds her. He can buy her time, but he knows he can’t buy her intimacy on any level higher than he already has.

You dance against him for what feels like an hour, but only three songs come and go. Jay is stoic beneath you but you can see his facade break every now and then. He will shake his head to himself sometimes, or flutter his eyes closed when your tits are less than an inch from his face.

Usually, he is great at composing himself in this kind of situation. He knew when he became a regular here that having you would be impossible but that didn’t stop him from showing up. He knows it’s your job, and you act this way with everyone, so he can’t just break composure and show you just how fucking badly he wants you. Truly, he can’t embarrass himself by being so obvious.

“I imagine you’re struggling, Jay–” You break him out of his thoughts by calling him out instantly, turning and now spreading your legs across his lap to sit on him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, mostly because you know he’s going to tip you big time. “Don’t you want to touch?”

He stutters out a laugh, and maybe believing he was one of the shy clients isn’t entirely untrue.

“It’s against the rules.” He deadpans, keeping his hands at his sides and glancing away from you, trying not to imagine the fact that he’s got the prettiest stripper in the club grinding against his cock right now. Though you’re not entirely grinding against it, he can feel a soft sort of friction every few seconds as you dance on top of him.

“Do you want to break the rules?” You tilt your head, knowing that you’re already touching him by wrapping your arms around him and kind of like, being incredibly attracted to him. You’d probably let him break more than a few rules if he wants it, not just for the tips either.

When he looks up to make eye contact with you, you nod at him and he follows, nodding himself.

“If you break a rule and touch me, you will have to pay me a hefty fine not to tell on you.” You laugh cheekily, batting your lashes and bouting your lips at him.

He could pay your rent for the next several months if he wanted to just for fucking fun? Like hell you’d report him for touching you when you’re struggling yourself not to touch him more.

“How much?” He instantly says, smirking as if you could name any price. For him though, hearing you suddenly offer some sort of deal in order to let him touch you has his mind doing flips.

Rules, rules, fucking rules.

Fuck the rules, he can afford to break them.

You’re a little taken aback by his playing along. You were mostly joking, but the suggestion is still there if he’s the type to... y’know, wanna fool around with a stripper.

“Half a mil.” You joke again, pulling back from his lap to slap against his arm, knowing the price is too high but flirting anyway. “Touch me and you lose”

You didn’t expect him to nod back at you.

“Five hundred thousand.” He confirms, keeping his hands at his sides. “Go on then, try and win your money.”

You’re fucking floored. Half a million is really on the line right now? There’s no fucking way he thinks he can lose. No way would a man really put that much on the line just to see if you can seduce them into breaking a rule that you’d allow him to break for free.

The game is on now though, it seems, as you do everything in your power to tease the ever-loving fuck out of the rich man in front of you. You ruffle his hair, you ghost your lips over his and everywhere else, you dance against him, on him, around him. You spread your legs out for him, slapping your own clothed pussy, you tease your nipples at him as if you’d pull your breasts out.

You can see him start to falter about two hours into the game. You had whispered into his ear and noted how he leaned into it. When you walked around the couch so that you could stand in front of him again, you saw how painfully hard he had become. Lowering yourself to your knees in front of him as if you would be in a position to swallow his cock whole, you look up at him innocently. “Is that for me?”

Jay groans, nodding shortly. He’s definitely breaking, and he’s starting to not care.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now–” He admits when he drops his hand from his hair and looks at you with a crooked smile.

You smile at him, that half a mil is yours.

“Oh yeah?” You run your hands up and down his thighs. “You’ve wanted to fuck me before?”

Jay nods, watching how dangerously close your hands get to his cock, lending a twitch and hoping you notice it.

“You’ll lose if you touch me though–” You’re cut off by him, seething out words in a deeper voice.

“You act like I didn’t intend to lose.” He says, leaning forward and pinching your chin between his fingers, lifting your head to look at him.

When he lifts your chin, he pulls your face a bit closer, shifting your body in a way that allows him to slot a leg between yours from the floor. He stares at you, almost like he knows that even after giving you the prize money, he’d still be the one to win.

“D-did you?” You say, a bit intimidated by him and his rough hand holding your face, he forces you to look at him.

“I did.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’ve never moved your body like this on stage, was I wrong to think you’d let me fuck you?”

You shake your head, sticking your tongue out a bit to lick the tip of his thumb, unintentionally rubbing your pussy against his shin.

“But I don’t fuck clients.” You try to argue for the sake of it, despite Jay definitely being a client you want to fuck.

“Oh yeah?” He says, turning your face to the side and skewing his neck to see your ass. “Is that why you’re practically fucking my leg right now?”

You bashfully shake your head out of his grip, halting your hips and pulling back from how close his face is to yours. “No?” He laughs, leaning back and crossing his arms as he looks down at you.

“I mean…“ You go back on your own word. “You already touched me and–” You shrug. ”I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wet right now.”

Jay’s cock instantly twitches against his pants as he smirks at you with a confident nod.

“Stand up then.” He says, nodding his head more as if to motion you to do as he says. His legs spread as you rise to your feet and he instantly adjusts himself when he goes to stand up in front of you too.

Fuck, he’s taller than you and the way he looks down at you feels so much more intimating than before. You are entirely silent when he towers over you and you flinch a bit when his arm wraps around your waist.

You’re a little shocked by how rough he is when he moves you around, twisting you to where you’re facing the couch and being shoved down against it. “This is what you wanted, right?” He seethes out as you hear his belt being unbuckled.

Almost in a whine, you whisper out a ‘yes’. He’s floored by the sound of it, because it almost sounds like a fucking plead. Lucky me, he thinks.

After all, he’s watched you for months moving your body like you need a cock to fill it. Not just dancing like the other girls, you would fuck the stage for him and his money. And now? Oh, you’re gonna get fucked.

Jay doesn’t hesitate after hearing you, the money he’s lost in the bet is so far in the back of his mind because to be fair, he would have paid far more just to look at you. The only reason he’s pulling his cock out right now is because you fucking want it.

The bet was to not touch you. It appears you’d be pleased with both his cock and his money.

Not because it’s your job either, quite frankly, he knows it isn’t your job to fuck clients. He feels special, and he knows he damn well should be special.

You were seeing stars from the moment he touched your face, but this? God, this is more than you could have imagined. Such a fit, attractive man throwing his money at you and slipping your panties to the side just to see what no one else in this club sees. You wonder if his mouth is watering, if his hands are trembling, if his cock is twitching.

Jay slips a finger into you with ease and without warning, just to test and see if you really do want him to fuck you into the next dimension, and thankfully, you’re more wet than he could have imagined.

“Goddamn, baby, you want it?” He asks, confirming for himself that this is all for him.

You nod your face against the couch, arching in a way that props your ass up a little higher for him.

“Good good.” He says, fucking his finger into you a bit more before taking another step forward and resting his cock between your cheeks for a moment.

“Letting your clients fuck you?” His hand wraps around your middle and pulls you up and against, grunting into your ear. “You always do this?”

You couldn’t even answer when you feel him press his cock down and between your legs. So fucking thick.

“Go on, look.” He demands against your ear, holding you still against him with his arm as he slides between your folds. You look down to see the head of his cock peeking from between your legs and the image alone had you feeling gagged.

When you moan out at the image, you hear him chuckle against your ear and then you feel him pull his hips back, angling himself perfectly so that he can slide his cock into you.

In one long, languid thrust, you feel the entirety of him. You can hear his sigh against you, and feel his hand tighten around your middle when he bottoms out.

His cock is so thick, pulsing inside of you and weeping out thick pre-cum, only offering more to the wet you drench him in.

“Ah, listen to that–” He says, releasing your middle and slamming his hips back and forward just a few times to let the sound of how wet you are echo under the music. “So wet for the money, hm?” He continues, now pressing you into the cushions of the couch, knowing you’ll soon be biting against the fabric.

You hum against the cushions, rolling your eyes back at the delicious feeling of him paired with his voice.

“Or is it for me?” He asks now, voice coming out in a low rumble as he slams his hips into you repeatedly with deep pushes and sharp drags.

You nod again, almost frantically as you lift yourself to grip onto the back of the couch, and when you turn your head to look behind you, Jay is almost glaring at you with that same devilish smirk on his face.

Almost as if, even if he’s losing all that money, he’s fucking winning right now.

You watch his neck tense when he throws his head back with a drawn-out moan shortly after, and he doesn’t stop. He snaps his hips so quickly, and fucks into you so hard that all you can do is let out small whimpers each time the head of his cock hits a soft spot inside of you.

And when he doubles over you, using his other hand to stretch your panties impossibly far to the side, lying his head against your shoulder, you can tell he’s losing his composure too.

He’s so cocky, but goddamn is it nice to feel a man like this lose composure because of your pussy.

His hips stutter in and out of you and his breathing is heavy, fingers gripping both of your ass cheeks and spreading them every few seconds only to release them and watch them bounce together before slapping hard against the flesh.

“Can’t believe you’re spread out for me right now,” He moans out as he reaches his hand up and swipes his hair out of his face, and then his hips snap back into you sharply. Almost pointed.

“Knew you would be too, I saw the way you looked at me baby– you wanted it too.” He breathes out with each thrust, as if he knew he would have you under him someday, you don’t argue. If you had met Jay on the street and he hit on you, you’d be far too easy for him to capture.

“Don’t ever let another man do this for you–” He moans out now, amazed by how tight your cunt is around him.

Truly, and not even trying to be rude, he genuinely didn’t think you’d feel this fucking strangled against his cock. It’s perfect. He wants to lay claim so fucking bad, and so, he fucks harder, quicker.

“Don’t ever let another man pay for this pussy.”

You nod with a strangled moan, struggling to keep your grip on the couch with his weight on you when he leans forward, pressing his chest to your back.

“I’ll stop showing up.” He threatens. “Wouldn’t want that now, would we?” He continues to talk, hunched over you, fucking you just right while gripping both of your tips in that slutty bra you’re wearing.

And before you can even answer in a whimper, a cry, or a moan, you feel his cock pulse inside of you. Seemingly fucking you until he’s empty only because you feel it happen. He releases himself inside of you, cumming spurts of thick white ropes against your quivering walls.

Right then, he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back and against him and holding you so tightly in place. All you can do is sit still for him, cockwarming him through his orgasm as you try to speak.

“You wouldn’t be able to stay away anyway–” You try to be snide through the pleasure of feeling his cum bubble out of you. “Look at how fast you came.”

He snarls first at your comment, only to chuckle as he orgasm comes to an end. Truly the sounds he made to your comment were so fucking erotic, you almost can’t imagine ever letting another man do this anyway. For some reason, having Jay act all possessive over you is much less offensive anyway, compared to the other men who would probably try this with you.

You don’t see it as him assuming you’re a woman who would allow just any man to have sex with her for money, anyway. You think he knew he’d be able to pull it off. Though, if that weren’t the case, it wouldn’t be any of his fucking business anyway.

If anything, you decide that he gets possessive when his cock is fucking, and you feel kinda glad that you were the one he picked.

Not kinda. Actually, you’re fucking over the moon over it.

The fact that the man cumming inside of you is the man all of the girls want to dance for makes you feel like you’re the prettiest woman in the world. His money is attractive, but god, the way he fucks is somehow more enticing. You wouldn’t mind doing it again, and again, and again.

And when he finishes and pulls out of you, all he does is slide your panties back to their rightful place and gives your pussy a little tap, as if to comfort you into keeping his cum inside of you for safe keeping.

And yeah, he knows you didn't cum but to be fair, as much as he would have loved giving you an orgasm, your pussy felt too good for him to stop. Perhaps you’ll call for him to return the favor? Who knows? (God, he hopes you do.)

By the time he’s sat back on the couch, allowing you to lounge against him as you catch your breath, he’s already pulling out his wallet.

“I don’t carry cash.” He says, pulling out a card. “At least not half a million worth, so, just take this.”

He hopes you take note of what he’s doing. After all, the club has an ATM, he could always just make a couple of transactions for this.

You look at him wide-eyed, seeing the black card he holds out to you. He's actually paying you? You didn’t think he’d really give you half a million, seeing as how much you enjoyed that? Being paid for sex isn’t actually something you do.

Then again, he’s paying for breaking the rules, not for fucking you.

“You’re just going to give me your card?” You laugh, raising a brow in confusion. “I could go way over the limit?”

“You wouldn’t.” He shrugs first, and laughs second. “You won’t.”

Taking the card into your hand, it feels much heavier than any credit card you’ve ever held.

“No, really. You can’t just give me your card.” You laugh, tossing it back at him.

“Says who?” He looks at you seriously this time. “If I don’t see you again, I’ll just report you for fraud.”

He’s being fucking serious? Genuinely?

“Jay–” You try to scold him, but he doesn't let you.

“Just take the damn card.” He demands, standing to his feet and ruffling his hair with a breath. “Don’t embarrass me more by not taking it.”

“Embarrass you?” You ask, looking at the card and the way he just leaves it lying against the couch.

Almost as if, if you don’t take it, someone else will.

“Listen, I don’t normally do this.” He trails off, feeling the post-nut guilt. “The least I can do is hold up my end of the deal.”

“This is your credit card.” You still try to argue with him, turning to watch him walk towards the door.

“Don’t use it then. Just give it back to me when I see you again.”

You watch him reach for the doorknob.

“Saturday?” You ask.

“Saturday.”

And then he’s gone, and you’re five hundred thousand dollars richer, somehow.

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harunovella · 1 year

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feel my unconditional love ; t.u.

synopsis: being the fourth wife of tengen uzui must have been the world punishing you for being unmarried at the ripe age of 18; the last in your family to move on... or so you thought.

cw: alternate universe, fourth wife!reader, self isolation, arranged marriage, mentions of violence, near death experience, tengen is just such a good man and husband, reader just needs a big hug, angst, running away, slight slow burn, training, loss of virginity, oral, first time, love confessions, plot twist, happy ending, ambiguous ending, not beta read

wc: 9.4k+

an: my first ever tengen fic! I love this man so very much and it's a shame he's hardly written... a lil side note, the reader goes through mild depression but it isn't stated as such, she just isn't happy with the predicament she's in and is sort of on a self destructive path (self isolation/not eating out of sadness) but I promise there's a happy ending! if it's not your sort of thing, you are more than welcome to ignore the story...

p.s. this is only reader x tengen, the wives are only mentioned throughout the story and have minor interactions with the reader (sorry, not sorry, I want tengen all to myself)

The sound of rain pouring down from the evening showers and colliding with the veranda echoed in your head. You sat with your knees pulled in, gazing out into the dark of the night as the thunderstorm roared. Lightening flashed momentarily before the explosive rumble followed. It wasn't wise to be sitting so close to the rain as the gusts of wind caused the droplets to lightly sprinkle at you and the interior of your room... however, you didn't seem to care. The state of mind you were in wasn't a lovely one.

It had been less than 24 hours since you became the fourth wife to the retired Hashira, Uzui Tengen. The sound of Mrs. Uzui from outside your room was unsettling and foreign to you whenever someone wanted to speak to you—whether to give you food or check up on you. After all, the second you became a wife, you practically locked yourself away from the rest of the world after, digging yourself deeper into the sorrow you felt.

You were the youngest and last daughter in your clan who needed to be wedded off. In a family of five sisters, it was expected for you all to be raised into proper housewives. A life you despised. You never wanted this, any of this. You had avoided it for so long. All your sisters married fairly young, between the ages of 15 and 16... you, however, were 18 and managed to add some time. Solely because you were the youngest and everyone was so busy they had nearly forgotten about you... but that didn't last long.

The moment your clan came to the realization that you were now 18, still unwed and doing nothing, they were quick on their feet. You weren't present for most of the decision making, only aware that a certain clan owed yours and this was the perfect way to clear up the debt. The details were never given to you, why it was that something was owed, but you were told the man you'd marry not only was practically one of the last of his clan, but also already wedded to three other wives.

That left a bad taste in your mouth.

How could your family allow this? Tossing you two a man with that many wives? Surely they must've cared some for you.. right?

Apparently, they did not.

You were unhappy as it was, but to be a fourth wife to someone? You've heard plenty horror stories of women in marriages such as those. Being used as nothing more than a tool to expand clans, long forgotten once they no longer could produce. Others dying and being disposed of during child labor (or while carrying a child). It terrified you, to say the least. Was that what you were going to end up as? Such a young woman with a who life to live... only for it to be taken from you just because you were seen as a breeding machine?

You cried for days before the wedding. You cried the day of. And you cried right after when you locked yourself up.

Now? You were exhausted. Your eyes heavy, your body aching to rest, but you just couldn't... no matter what. Even though the ceremony was less than a day ago, you couldn't quite remember the last time you properly slept. You got no more than three to four hours of sleep. You barely ate, too. How were you still functioning?

Days would come and go, and you'd be the same. Hidden from the others, not showing yourself during meals or, really, anything. The maids would come knocking but you'd never answer. Food was always left outside your door and it was almost always halfway full. You tried to eat, but everything was tasteless to you. The spiral you had found yourself falling into was deadly... even the other wives would try to speak to you, mentioning how worried they were.

You didn't even know their names.

Or did you? Maybe it was mentioned at one point. Who knows, you've been on autopilot for a while now. Information goes into one ear and out the other. What have you become?

"I'm worried for her..." Hinatsuru sighed as she sat besides Suma and Makio. "She hasn't come out of there and it's been two weeks..."

"She's hardly touched her meals, I can see the portions get smaller but the plates are never empty," Makio added.

"Yeah, and ever time I ask her if she'd like to join me whenever I go to the hot springs, she never answers!" Suma frowned as Makio shot her a glare.

"Why the hell would she want to do that if she's been avoiding all of us?!" The black and yellow haired woman growled as Suma's frown deepened.

"I don't blame her," Tengen sighed as he was sat before them in their garden. "She was forced into something she didn't want. She's the youngest of her clan, people's mindsets change. Generations move away from the old ways. And I'm sure the idea of me having three wives already left a bad taste in her mouth. She wasn't raised in an environment like ours."

Eyeing the white haired man, Hinatsuru settled her hands on her knees, "maybe you should try and talk to her... I feel bad for the poor girl. She hardly knows anything about us and who knows what her clan has fed her. She's scared and I don't think she'd be willing to ever come out if we don't try... Especially you, Lord Tengen."

You were trying your best to eat a little more than you had the day before, no matter how much your body was refusing, even if it screamed for it just as badly. The sound a knock made you flinch slightly before you settled the warm bowl down beside you, muttering a small who is it? as you sat on the tatami matting.

"It's me," though you didn't hear much of him, you knew who it was. There wasn't much male voices around anyway. "May I come in?"

Considering it, seeing as you haven't really seen or spoken to someone in quite some time—losing track—you gulped. "Okay..." you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your kimono.

Sliding the door open, unsure what to expect, Tengen peeked in and spotted your small frame in the corner of the room, tray of picked at food beside you as your gaze went out beyond the veranda. You were alive, obviously so, and you weren't... destructive. The room looked as if it was hardly even lived in, but by the looks of it, you managed to at least keep up with yourself. At least, for your hygiene. As much as you avoided everyone, he was told that you would leave the room rather late at night to bathe and clean up before going back to locking yourself in. However... you weren't eating much and it was a major concern. You did eat some, you managed to get food in your belly, but you never properly finished your meals.

Feeling his lingering presence, you turned your head to face the towering man who was still at the threshold. There was clear concern on his face, the way he had eyed his surroundings with a faint furrow of his eyebrows... Then, he looked at you, and you were sure he noticed the dark circles and the subtle redness in your eyes from your lack of sleep and tears. You had gotten a little better within the time that has progressed, seeing as you were at least never truly bothered or forced to do anything... but you still struggled and you were still scared.

"You know, you are more than welcome to treat this home as your own. It is, after all, yours as much as it is mine," Tengen spoke up, eyeing you, but you stayed silent and looked away. He watched as you pulled your knees in and gazed out at the stars. It was a clear night this time around. Looking down at your tray, seeing you ate a bit more than usual, Tengen took in a quiet, deep breath. "We are all here for you if you need anything..." At that, he left. Not a word uttered from you nor a look back.

This was going to be much more difficult than he had thought.

You were going to run away. That's what you decided when you nearly struck a month of being a married woman living in her own isolation. You were tired of being locked away out of fear and all that you filled your head with. You wanted to live your dream of traveling the world and being a free woman, no longer shackled to her family and the old ways of life.

You were eating more, slept a bit more, maybe it was because you had been scheming to sneak away and disappear for good. Maybe you were excited. Maybe you've completely lost your mind. Whatever it was, it gave you enough courage to do what you were doing now. Since no one really forced their way into your space, leaving you be, no one was aware of what you had in mind. You also weren't aware either, as the world was so vast and you knew so little. But you wanted to do it. You wanted to run, to run so far, to see it all. To see what other lands were like. To feel the wind, to watch the ocean roll onto the shore. Everything and more. A life for yourself that you deserved.

After all, what more could a young woman want? It wasn't like you thought of the consequences of such actions. You were begging to live in a vivid dream, away from the nightmare your parents brought you into.

It wasn't hard to leave the premises of the Uzui estate. You managed to slip out late at night, later than when you'd bathe. You wore something more suitable than what you normally wore, clothing to allow for more movement. A small bag was slung over your shoulder and onto your back as you made your way out and nearly sprinted on ahead. You were foolish, that was given, but you wouldn't admit that. It would bite you on the ass for being so brainless... but that wasn't of your concern.

At least, not yet.

All you thought about was the cold, night air patting your exposed skin. How strands of your hair that flew from its braid tickled at your cheeks. The way you felt the grass crunch beneath your feet as the moonlight guided your path. You held a compass in one hand, deciding to go North West, in hopes to run into something along the way.

As your feet pulled you along, you kept your guard up. Sure, traveling alone at night never was wise, but you weren't about to walk out of the residence in broad daylight for everyone to see. This was a huge risk you were willing to take, and, again... you were foolish. You were well aware of demons, aware that your husband was once a destroyer of their kind, so of course you believed yourself to be fine. Wasn't like you'd get caught up in a mess, right? What were the odds, anyway?

The trio decided to leave you your dinner again, all three wives deciding to make the effort into visiting your room more often than not to at least know you were alright and alive in there. None of them blamed you for how you felt... even if a month had passed. Hinatsuru was always the one to knock first and announce the delivery of your food, while Makio listed what was available on the tray, followed by Suma offering (once again) to go to the springs together. It almost became a daily routine for them, seeing as you were now one of them, they wanted nothing more but to help you feel at home. Or, at least, try to. If you'd let them...

On the night of your "escape" from the estate, Tengen felt the odd desire to check on you. It was something he did often, once a day at least—and, if not—every other day. He stood from his seat amongst his wives suddenly, excusing himself without an explanation as he aimed for your room within the Uzui grounds. There was a sense of urgency, and his gut instincts never failed him.

Tapping his knuckles on your shoji, Tengen called your name. As the seconds pass, and he'd call your name repetitively, his tone became one of urgency. Slight panic began to build within his chest, his eyebrows furrowed as you didn't answer. No matter what, you always responded to his knocks.

Sliding the partition open, Tengen searched the area before stepping in. Nothing was out of place, everything was as they were each and every time he'd visit. Taking a few steps towards the veranda and peeking out, there was no sight of you.

Sucking in a sharp breath as he felt his heart race, Tengen searched every inch of his home, places you'd usually be at this hour of night. Yet, you were nowhere to be found.

Taking in sharp breaths as he clenched and unclenched his fist, he eagerly returned to his wives, words slipping off his tongue faster than he could process them, "she's run away."

"What?!" The three grasped in unison.

"Where could she be?!" Suma shrieked.

"It's not safe out there, especially at this hour!" Makio added.

Frowning in worry, Hinatsuru placed a hand on the man's arm, giving it a small squeeze of urgency, "you must find her... she could be in danger right now for all we know."

You weren't bright. That was a given. You were still a teenager, though considered an adult, you just barely lived two decades of your life. Of course things would go bad for you, of course the universe wasn't kind to those who failed to use logic and took advantage. Now in a state of fear, you felt guilty. You should've stayed, right? It wasn't like you were being forced to do anything, all of those horror stories weren't true. At least, not for you. Tengen never forced you to procreate with him, his wives were constantly reaching out to you, everyone was so kind... yet here you are, running for your life because you chose to run away. A foolish child you were. If you died right now, it would be your fault. No one else to blame.

Tears slid down your cheeks as you tried everything in your power to escape, to survive. What made you think this was a wise idea to run away, especially so late at night? You had no set of skills to protect yourself. You were raised to be a housewife, not wield a sword! You had no survival skills, only basic instincts. Of course you knew you had to do something to get away, yet all you could think about was to run and to hide.

And running and hiding could only get you so far.

You found yourself in the grip of a grotesque demon, ready to sink its sharp teeth into your flesh and rip you into pieces. To make you it's dinner. You were going to become another victim, another soul lost to the damned. You sobbed and begged for help as the multi-armed being gripped and felt nearly every inch of you, it's nasty slobbering echoing in your ears as it barred it's fangs. You shoved and kicked, thrashed and begged for a way out. Using your own teeth to bite down, it granted you a few moments of escape, reaching out for a sharp piece of metal scrap on the ground, stabbing it into the creatures eye.

The shriek it released made you cover your ears and hiss in pain. Loud ringing bounced within your head as you tried to get back up on your feet to escape, but it was too quick. It latched onto your ankle and tugged you back as you kicked and shoved at it. It pressed its weight against you, nearly suffocating you as it trapped you beneath it, sinking its razor sharp teeth into your neck as a gruesome scream left your mouth.

Kicking and slapping, trying to shove the demon off of you as your blood began to gush down your neck and pool beneath you, your vision began to blur. Your screams grew faint as your body fell weak. The moon was bright above you, no cloud to block it from your sight. It almost felt as if it were mocking you, reminding you of what you left behind; a home, a husband who wasn't trying to take advantage of you, and people who tried to reach out.

Why were you so inconsiderate? Why must you be so selfish? Look where you ended up! Bleeding to death by the teeth of a demon, ready to devour you and no one would know. No one would figure out what had happened and the demon would live to see another night. Another victim. Another soul taken.

You closed your eyes for a moment, begging, pleading to the universe, for one last chance. For freedom, freedom away from the hands of death.

You apologized for everything, for your selfishness, for being ungrateful. You quietly begged and begged and begged for a second chance. For a way out of this, even if it was just to apologize to Tengen and his wives, to thank them for their hospitality even if you kept yourself rudely locked away for so long.

Just one more chance. Just one more time to do things right. To live my life.

Opening your watery eyes once more, the sound of chains and the sight of the demons head being sliced right off of its neck came into view. Your heavy eyes blinked a few times, wondering if you imagined it. Before you could process it, you were lifted off the ground, away from the demon that turned into nothing but dust. The distant sound of your name being called had you weakly searching for its source as you slipped in and out of consciousness. The sight of Tengen's face, mouth uttering words, was all you saw before your world turned black.

The sound of nature was all you could process. Birds chirping as the wind rustled through tree leaves, hummed in the distance. Your body felt heavy, your eyes barely able to flutter open. This must be the afterlife. You must've died. As far as you could remember, you were bleeding to death at the hands of a demon.

Forcing your eyes open as you took in deep breaths, you felt blinded by the brightness, lifting a weak arm to cover the glare. Your eyes began to adjust as you blinked a few times before lowering you arm. Everything slowly came into view. A familiar ceiling sat above you before three recognizable faces peeked at you.

I'm alive?

A collective sigh was heard, relief washing over the faces of the women studying you before two of them stood up and rushed away. One stayed behind. Your vision was blurry, but you could make out who it was.

"Oh, we were so worried..." Hinatsuru said in a breathy tone as she placed a hand on her chest. "Especially Lord Tengen..."

Before you could even try to respond, the sound of the shoji sliding open and rapid footsteps caused you to turn your head. A large figure knelt beside you, uttering for the women around you to give him a moment alone with you. Your vision was still quite off, but the more you blinked, the more clear it became for you.

It was Tengen, the women that were once around you were clearly his other wives... and you were back in his home. Your home. Alive and bandaged up. How did you survive? You were sure you were going to die from blood loss if the demon didn't get to you. Slowly sitting up with a wince as Tengen carefully watched you, scooting closer as he kept an eye on your figure, you held your kimono closed as you gently touched your once wounded neck.

"Why did you run?" Was the first question he asked, even if he knew the answer.

"I didn't want to be a wife," you spoke, voice hoarse. "Never wanted to be another number... I wanted freedom for so long... I just wanted to feel alive..." You confessed as tears pricked your eyes, trickling down your cheeks slowly as you kept your gaze low.

Gently, Tengen's hand cupped your cheek as his thumb wiped away your tears. A gesture so innocent, making your heart flutter within your chest. Something you probably would've flinched away from, if it wasn't for this man seemed to have genuinely cared for you. "I'm sorry for what you've been put through."

Shaking your head, you muttered, "it's not your fault. It never was. You've been so kind to me... and so have your wives... I was selfish to run away and not appreciate what I had. Though it was a life I didn't want... it was better than being held in a marriage with someone who could care less if I died the next day..." Sighing, you turned your head to look at him. "I didn't want to just be a wife... I've never wanted that life."

A small smile grew on Tengen's lips, the sweetest you had ever seen on any man. His hand reached up to caress your hair, gently stroking your loose locks before falling back and settling on your cheek. "I will come up with a plan."

"What?" You gasped, caught off guard as you stared at him and his maroon eyes.

"I would never force you into something you don't want... but you are still my wife," he said as you blinked. "As my wife, I want you to be happy. Even if that means being away from me—"

"Lord—"

"Allow me to get to know you better and help you find your peace."

Gazing at him, you gave him a small nod. Little did you know the man you'd marry, would be one of the very few people you'd trust with your life.

You started a new routine with Tengen as the weeks passed since your encounter with that demon. Your husband would visit you daily, joining you on the veranda as you shared small talk, truly getting to know one another. It was nice, to say the least, and the man you married was very intriguing. He practically gave you his life story, you learned so much about him; his clan, and his time as a Hashira. He was impressive. Skilled, intelligent, and beyond kind. You couldn't help but admire him for the achievements he's made in his life—for a man only in his 20s.

On the other hand, you were still quite reserved. You broke out of your shell, little by little. As the two of you went on walks together around the estate, relaxing in the garden, you found yourself slowly opening up to him. With his wives, you were still quite timid, but you tried your best to be kind and acknowledge their sweet hello's and respectful bows—something they very much appreciated.

On one of your shared moments with Tengen, an evening after dinner you had with him, alone on your veranda, you told him how you'd love to travel the world. Tengen had never seen you look so hopeful, a dreamy expression written across your face. He couldn't deny you of your dream, instead, telling you he'd help you figure things out. No matter what it took.

A little over a month had passed and you were a different person. You smiled more and showed your face more often than not. Although still a bit antisocial and enjoying your alone time, you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy Tengen's company. Actually, you very much appreciated it. You liked having him around, so close to you. Someone you considered a dear friend, even if he was your husband. He was starting to take place in your heart, and the idea of you eventually making your way out in the world was a tad bit dreadful. Even if you knew he'd always welcome you home with open arms.

You were growing attached.

One day as you were sitting in the garden, piecing together a flower crown of sorts, Tengen offered you his golden plan: join you on your journey of freedom until you were ready to set off on your own. Whether it was a week or a month, he'd partake and make sure you could handle it. At first you were hesitant, not wanting to take him away from his other wives, but he insisted he'd do so (especially since he, too, was growing attached). He didn't want you discovering the world without any sort of self defense, either. Especially with demons lurking in the shadows.

After much thought, you agreed with subtle excitement. The two of you planned out your upcoming travels and how he'd train you. Even with a missing hand, Tengen was still a flawless fighter. He truly was impressive—you would soon learn as your self defense training was going to be a big part of your days to come.

"I will return in a few weeks," Tengen announced to his wives as he said his goodbyes. Hinatsuru always was the calmest, but Suma always took it the hardest—which lead Makio to scold her. It was nothing new to Tengen, but for you, it was quite the eye opener.

Before you were ready to begin your journey ahead, the three women handed you little parting gifts. They gave you tight, warm hugs, and words of encouragement. They begged for you to visit often and to not stay too far for long. You thanked them for their warm hearts and hospitality, forever grateful for their kindness.

Though this new chapter of your life may be terrifying, you were looking forward to starting it with Tengen by your side.

You were skilled. Beyond skilled. Tengen didn't expect you to be so... easy to train. It was as if it were in your bloodline to be so graceful. The moment he allowed you to practice with weapons, seeing how you were a natural, Tengen made a mental note—one he'd eventually use to recall information that your clan was in fact once fighters. One of the reasons why you were married off to the Uzui.

On one of your nights out before a fire, Tengen had informed you of what he knew about your clan's past. It caught you off guard, amazed it was in your bloodline even if it was practically a dead practice for your own family.... It was starting to make sense. When Tengen started explaining breathing techniques, and the many that existed—including his own that he had been teaching you—he wondered what your clan's once was.

Nights continued to pass, you stayed in various inns in separate rooms, and sometimes you stayed outside. When it came to outside, you usually rested against a tree as Tengen kept watch, but as time passed, you grew more comfortable with leaning against him—same went for the inns. You slept on separate futons, but within the same room. Tengen easily caught on to how you grew more confident in your relationship with him; standing and walking closer to him, becoming affectionate with simple touches and grazes of your hand. It made him happy—happier.

Especially when he started to realize how much he had been falling for you... Which made him wonder, were you starting to feel the same?

He tested the waters one day on your shared journey, surprising you with a small gift. You weren't sure how or when he had done it, but when he handed you a small box with a necklace in it, you were in awe... but what had you blushing was the fact that the jewel at the center was one of his very own that he once had attached to his headband during his Hashira days.

You denied it at first, saying he couldn't give it to you, but Tengen insisted he wanted you to carry a piece of him with you. He so kindly placed the necklace on you, his fingertips grazing your skin as you shivered, body growing hot. A subtle silence grew between the two of you when you turned around to show him it, and the look on his face made you flustered. Sure, Tengen was an attractive man, but after all this time of getting so close to him and becoming so attached... it was hard not to feel a change in the air that you two shared.

Ever since then, things haven't been the same. Not for the worst, but... it wasn't something you were accustomed to. You weren't used to this sort of attention nor the desire sitting within the pit of your stomach and the depths of your heart. It was an odd sensation, a feeling like no other. The way your heart raced when he looked at you, how your skin tingled whenever he touched you... the way your body reacted whenever he was closer than he should be. Sure, you were one of his wives and a lack of boundaries was expected, but it still had your whole being trembling.

If you knew any better, you would realize that you had fallen in love. Not with his looks (though he was a looker) but with him. His personality, his way of being, his (not so) simple existence in the universe. Every little thing he did, whether it was for you or for others. How he handled you when it came to little things like taking shelter from thunder storms or making sure you were comfortable when you had to rest. You were one of his wives, it was expected, but there was something there between you two that you were sure was unique to only you two. And Tengen felt it, too.

Probably why your final night was so painful, to the point you both drowned yourself in (what felt like) endless sake and the warmth of the hot springs. Neither of you wanted to think about your last moments together until... whenever you made a return. If you decided to at all. This was what you wanted, to see the world, to be free... but after growing so attached, so accustomed to Tengen's existence by your side, you knew it was going to feel off. As if you were imbalanced.

You were too deep in thought to even realize how close Tengen got as you sat in the soothing pool of steaming water. "I haven't had a night like this in forever..." he sighed, looking up at the stars.

Turning your flustered face in his direction, taking a moment to eye the stars above, your focus settled on him once again. Your eyes trailed his stunning features—gazing at his loose strands of ivory locks, those fucsia eyes... his sharp nose, the golden hoops on his earlobes... and those lips of his that settled in its usual grin. He was so handsome, it pained you to look at him. It didn't help that you two were sharing a bath and all you had separating you both was the water and the towels around your body.

Tengen's chest was on full display, something you had seen a number of times as he was very proud of his physique; he always found a way to show off his muscles—not like you had a reason to complain, anyway. He sat there, in all his glory, arms spread out beside him as he leaned his back against the pool's wall.

"It's lovely..." You spoke up, swallowing the small lump in your throat. You tried to look away, not wanting to stare for too long, but it was hard to... Tengen was just so handsome.

Lowering his focus from the dark sky that glittered with stars, towards you, Tengen watched as those innocent eyes of yours fluttered from his chest, to his eyes, down to his lips, then switched between the two. He couldn't help but grin. If you weren't making it so painfully obvious, he wouldn't have been there with you in that moment, sitting so close that he could almost feel your body heat instead of the warm water. "It is, but not as lovely as the view I have."

Flickering your eyes back up to meet his own, your heart skipped a beat as he so casually leaned in towards you and brought his hand up to caress your cheek. A subtle gasp left you before you looked away, flustered and trembling at his words, only for Tengen to gently keep your head in place.

"Rather cheesy, wasn't that?" He winked as your heart dropped down to your feet.

"Just— Just a tad bit..." you stuttered, eyes dancing between his own as he did the same to you. "But... But I like it..."

Smiling, Tengen leaned in a bit more, his nose just barely grazing your own as his voice came out smooth, almost a whisper. "Then, may I kiss you?"

Almost, as if without hesitation, you nodded. A breathy answer leaving you as you, yourself, grew closer to him, closing the gap between the two of you as his lips softly met your own.

It started off so gentle, the sweet taste of his lips against yours. A small press before you parted, taking in a small breath before Tengen's hand held the back of your neck, fingertips entangling themselves with the loose strands that escaped from your updo. With a small tug, your lips met his once again, except with a different desire. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, pushing past and pressing against your teeth. Your own parted, allowing him entrance to slip through. Gliding his tongue over yours ever so expertly, involuntary moans left you as you felt the muscle press and slither against your own.

Bringing you closer as his hand slid down to your lower back, you found yourself holding your towel closed while your other hand moved into his hair. Pressing against the back of his head and tugging gently, the two of you breathed each other in, panting and huffing in between kisses. You weren't sure what it was, maybe it was the sake... or maybe you just wanted this along. The gravitational pull you felt towards Tengen was something you never felt before, a tug unlike any other. It made your insides twist, your heart race, and a sudden warmth fill you.

Shifting his kisses away from your lips as you tried chasing after them, he left small pecks against the corner of your mouth. Your cheek and along your jaw, down your neck until he found that sweet spot that made you tremble. He nipped and sucked at your smooth skin, leaving marks in his wake as he left a trail of hickeys along your shoulder and chest.

Tengen moved dangerously low, open mouthed kisses against the swell of your breasts, up until the edge of your towel. Your grip tightened against the material as your other tugged at his locks, as if trying to pull him away, only for your back to curve towards him. You knew you should stop, even if the pool was private for the two of you, you had never done anything like this before. You were excited and nervous all the same, body so desperately desiring him after all those shared nights.

Lifting his head and looking up at you with hooded eyes as your blooded rushed in your body, Tengen kissed your cheek before guiding you out of the water and back to your shared room. He kept his arm wrapped around you as he had you pressed against his side, kissing your cheek and along your neck. Tengen didn't bother to close the shoji behind him, his body already finding yours as the two of you lied against the tatami mat. He hovered over you, his large frame enveloping your own as he sweetly smiled down at you, "beautiful..."

Blushing, you took in a sharp breath before he placed a gentle kiss against your lips. "You're so handsome..." You shyly mumbled as Tengen let out a small chuckle.

Lowering his head to nuzzle your neck, he pressed small kisses before lifting his head once again, "do you want to continue this?"

Taking in a deep breath, you nodded before cupping his cheeks, "yes... I trust you. You— You are my husband after all."

Eyeing you, seeing the sureness in your eyes even if you were trembling, Tengen kissed you once more before he sat up. With you settled between his knees as he leaned onto his heels, he reached for your towel. Eyeing you as you nodded he slid back before pulling open your towel, revealing your bare body. Naturally, you went to cover yourself, but Tengen caught one of your hands. "It's alright," he softly spoke, kissing your knuckles one at a time. "My beautiful wife..."

Lowering your hand, Tengen leaned down towards you, kissing down your neck ever so slowly. Then he kissed from one shoulder to the other, against either of your breasts, the valley between them, and along your stomach. He kissed your hip bones before licking a stripe up the side of your body, stopping at your right breast. Lifting his eyes to meet your own as you shivered, Tengen twirled his tongue around your nipple before bringing it into his mouth. A squeak left your parted lips as your chest quickly rose and fell. With every suck and nip, Tengen gave both of your breasts equal attention, leaving a trail of his saliva behind, a string connecting your left nipple to his lips as he lifted his head.

The smile he wore made your heart race faster, a look of ecstasy written across his face... you could only imagine what his expression would be once he—

A yelp left you as his mouth was against your bare pussy, too lost in your hazed mind to even notice when he had moved down. Tengen pressed a kiss against your lower lips before his tongue parted your folds, a shiver running down your spine as it met your clit. "What I'd give to have both hands now."

"T—" before you could whine, his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves before moving to tease your entrance. Your hands slid into his locks as your legs wrapped over his shoulders. Burying his face deeper against your aching cunt, you felt the way Tengen's open mouth began to devour you, tasting every bit you had to offer. The sweetness of your dripping heat that made him moan with anticipation as his hips bucked.

Feeling his tongue prod your entrance as a whimper left you, Tengen's arms wrapped around your thighs, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled your leg further apart. Lapping up your excitement, teasing your clit, pushing past your entrance and devouring your sinful sounds. Your panting filled the air, your eyes nearly rolled back as your head fell towards the mat beneath you.

He couldn't get enough of you; he couldn't get enough of the sounds you made, how your thighs pressed against his head and your cunt dripped for him. "Have you ever come before?"

Gulping, you shook your head, face burning in embarrassment. "N— No..."

Lifting his head enough, Tengen kissed your inner thigh, "there's nothing to be ashamed of, my sweet wife. It only means I'm lucky enough to be there with you to experience it—to be the reason."

Opening your teary eyes as you looked at him, Tengen gave you a reassuring smile before you felt one of his fingers tease your entrance before slowly filling you. Your heart skipped a beat, breath hitching as he pumped his finger a few times before adding another. His lips latched against your clit as his fingers massaged your inner walls, reaching depths within you that made your body shiver and shake. A feeling filled you, a burning unlike any other as your breathing grew rapid and moans became louder.

A white hot heat filled you, your eyes squeezed shut as your fingers nearly yanked at his hair. You were shaking as you came, Tengen continuing his ministrations before pulling out and lifting his fingers covered in your essence. Sitting up and spreading them to show you the mess you made, Tengen brought his fingers into his mouth, tongue lapping up your release before his lips met yours.

You winced at the foreign taste the moment his tongue made contact with your own, a slow, sultry kiss before he reached to remove his own towel. "You'll be alright," he muttered against your lips as he sat up, bringing your legs over his thighs. His hand caressed your thigh as you were still processing the euphoria you just experienced. "We'll do this slowly, okay?"

Gulping, your hooded eyes fluttered open as they trailed down his chest, towards his toned stomach, past the patch of white hair that lead to his hardened length. Your heart dropped at the sight, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes widened. "I— I... You— You are so big... I don't know if—"

"It's alright," he reassured, giving your thigh a small squeeze. "You'll be alright, like I said, we'll take things slow."

Nodding as your heart raced, Tengen brought his hand to his cock, giving it a few strokes, coating it with your juices before he aligned it with your opening. He could hear the way your breathing quickened, felt how your thighs pressed against him. He spoke softly, continuously reassuring you as he slowly filled you. With just the tip, your chest heaved and your hands tried clinging onto something, clawing at the mat beneath you.

Pushing in further and further, biting his tongue as his body burned, Tengen took in shallow breaths at your tightness. The way you squeezed him, how your cunt was sucking him in... The sounds of your shared, heavy breathing filled the air, soon followed by heavy moans and skin slapping the moment he thrusted into you. Whimpers and cries of his name left your lips as your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin before clawing at his back as he hunched over you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close as he thrusted at a rhythmic pace.

"T— Tengen— Too— Too big!" You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes at the dangerous stretch. The discomfort was overpowered by your pleasure. You weren't sure how much of him filled you, but you were positive he wasn't even all the way in. "Too— Too—"

"It's okay, it's okay, my love... It's okay," he reassured, body breaking out into a sweat as his hips bucked against you, pushing deeper and deeper as you cried out. With each shift of his hips as he pulled out, your pussy sucked him right back in. "It's like we're... meant for... each other," he breathed, a hiss leaving his lips. He wanted to fuck you, fuck you deeply, fuck you until you couldn't walk... but he knew, he knew it was your first time. He knew this was your last moments together before you went your own way, and as much as he wanted to leave you with an everlasting memory of his cock imprinted on your cervix where no other man could possibly reach, Tengen stopped himself. He wanted you to never forget this moment, obviously so, but he also wanted it to be a moment you enjoyed as much as he did—especially for your first time.

Thrusting in and out of you, pushing deeper each time as you squirmed and cried, begging him to move faster—telling him he was too big—your body wrapped around his and kept him sheathed within you. You felt your second orgasm building within you as Tengen's fingers rubbed circles against your clit. Your breathing against his ear was almost enough to make him come then and there as you shook in your release. Your pussy fluttered against him as your body practically went into shock. You felt it from head to toe, your body tensing around him as a cry left your lips, his name coming out as a desperate moan.

Continuously thrusting his hips, ready to pull out, your legs wrapped tighter around him, keeping him deep within you as you milked him for all his worth. He weakly called your name, body shaking above your own as he nearly collapsed against you. "Sh— Shit..." Tengen grunted as he filled you with his seed, coming deep inside as you kept him close.

Your bodies were already drenched as it was, but the sweat practically made you stick to one another as his massive body flopped against your own. You could barely breathe as it was, but with his weight against you, you nearly suffocated... and yet it felt so nice. You didn't want him to leave, you didn't want to leave. You just wanted to stay like that, there with him, in that moment. A moment so intimate, one you didn't want to end; one that you once feared. Now it was something you knew you'd never forget.

Tears brimmed your eyes as your bottom lip trembled. Your hands fell to your face as Tengen lifted his head to eye you. "Hey, did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"N— No... It's not— It's not you..." you mumbled. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Hey..." he hushed you, kissing your tears away. "It's okay, it's okay... I'm sorry if you regret this—"

"No!" You shook your head. "Never! I— I... It's just, tomorrow we... we go our separate ways and— and I feel as if... I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" He asked, eyeing you with the kindest smile. "You are my wife, are you not?"

Nodding your head with a pout, Tengen nuzzled your neck before leaving a sweet kiss against it. "I am..."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, all that matters to me is that you're happy... and that you enjoyed it..." he said, almost questioning whether or not you did.

"I did," you softly smiled. "I'm happy to have had my first time with you... I've never trusted anyone more..."

Grinning, Tengen shook his head, "I'm sorry for the man who follows after me. Whoever wins your heart will never be like me."

"Tengen..." You whined, only to earn a chuckle from him. "I won't forget any of this, that's for sure."

"I'm glad," he smiled, gazing down at you, "because neither will I..."

Eyeing him as a silence filled the room, you reached up and caressed his forehead, ran your fingers through his hair, and cupped his cheek, "thank you."

Turning to kiss your palm, Tengen mumbled against it, "thank you."

"You'll always have a home with me," Tengen said as he stood in front of you, caressing your cheek as you leaned your head into his palm. "I can't say I won't miss you, because I know I'll be missing you dearly. We've grown so close... but I want nothing but the best for you. I want you to be happy, to find yourself, to live your life... But I hope some day, maybe you'll... come back to me..."

Smiling up at him, you nodded. "You've done so much for me, I don't think I could stay away from you forever. I appreciate you... and you have my endless gratitude."

Eyeing you, he sighed before leaning his forehead against yours, "if you ever have regrets... if you ever want to come back home... don't hesitate to reach out. I'll always welcome you back with open arms."

Sighing as you took a moment to enjoy his close proximity, you gently pushed back and cupped his face. "Thank you."

Eyeing you, Tengen gently kissed you before he stood straight. "I have one more thing to give you..."

Watching him with furrowed brows, he handed you one of his blades; the chain snatched and now dangling from the one he held towards you. "You— You can't."

"Please, have it. It'll only give me piece of mind knowing you have something to protect you... And also a way to never forget me... A way to eventually come back to me..." he said, handing it over. Tengen's swords weren't easy to hold, made for a man his size, but with one less attached... it was a bit easier to manage.

"It's... big..." You said, earning a chuckle from him.

"You can manage with big things," he winked as you blushed. "I have no doubts."

Sighing, you moved to wrap your arms around him, hugging him tight for a moment or two, breathing him in one last time. "Thank you..."

Hugging you back, Tengen kissed the top of your head before you pulled away and turned to part from him. Just before you could get too far, Tengen caught your wrist and tugged you back to him, planting a deep, sentimental kiss against your lips. An ever lasting one filled with sadness. He let go, forcing himself to peel away from you as he slowly let go of your wrist, studying you and every bit of your face once more. "I'll always love you... you'll always be my wife and will always have a place in my heart."

Smiling up at him with tearful eyes, you gulped, "I— I will always love you." Not wanting to stay any longer as you knew you'd break easily if you looked at him for a second more, you turned and began your trek.

Tengen watched with a heavy heart, waving as you turned for a moment to say your final goodbye. There was in ache in his chest, a sadness filling him. You left a mark on him, a big one at that. You would never be forgotten. As much as he loved and adored all of his wives... there was something about you that made his chest feel different. A love unlike any other. Something he feels as if he couldn't have... But he prayed. He prayed that some day... your paths would meet again.

* FIVE YEARS LATER *

"Tenchi!" A voice called out amongst the many. Tengen found himself at a local market during his travels, visiting his beloved disciples, before returning home. "Tenchi!"

"I'm right here, mama!" A gentle, little voice came out as Tengen's focus shifted from the fresh produce before him, over to a small boy. "Look what I found!" Softly smiling at the sight of the youngling—easily 5 years old—hold up something with excitement, Tengen's eyebrows narrowed for a moment.

That's oddly similar... He thought as his attention was settled on the whiteness of the small boy's hair that had a headband wrapped around it. "Okay, but only one, alright? And don't run off like that again, you had me worried..."

"Sorry, mama..."

"It's okay, baby."

Snapping out of his daze, Tengen watched as the little boy hugged the kneeling figure before him. He couldn't quite see who it was from the passing bodies, but as the woman stood up, the retired Hashira's heart skipped a beat. "It's..." his breath hitched as his eyes made contact.

It was you.

Blinking a few times at the sight, you sweetly smiled with a small wave, earning a bright one from him. Tengen didn't hesitate, he made a beeline for you, stopping and towering your figure as happiness filled his veins. "You... It's really you..." he nearly whispered. He hadn't seen you since you parted ways five years prior. It wasn't like you lost contact, you wrote him letters as he did the same to you every now and then. He was aware you were alive and well, as you were of him... but seeing you in the flesh? That was something else all together. Could he kiss you? Could he hug you? It'd been so long, he didn't know what his boundaries were.

Smiling up at him, you felt the small figure tug on you as they hid behind you. Your son shyly peeking out from behind as he eyed the giant man standing before you. "It's me," you nodded, heart fluttering as you took Tengen in. How he hardly changed, still as flashy as ever. His hair had grown more, but it was clearly being maintained with the layers being trimmed. His eyepatch still bedazzled, his nails still painted... You couldn't expect anything less, this was Tengen Uzui after all— the supposed god of festivals. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Gotta live a flashy life, keeps me young," he winked as you chuckled. He reached for your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he pressed a kiss. He didn't miss the blush on your cheeks or the way your eyes had slightly widened. There was no doubt in his mind that you were saving face, your reaction seemed composed. "It's really good to see you. How have you been?"

"Yeah... I'm good. We're good," you nodded as you moved slightly to present the little boy that clung to you. Tengen's eyes lowered to the white haired boy, instantly recognizing those eyes... His heart skipped a beat the moment he recognized those features... "This is my son, Tenchi."

"Son?" He nearly choked, catching himself as he kept his own composure. Of course this was your son, he should've put two and two together. But not once have you mentioned it before in your letters... And who else could possibly be the father if—

"Yes," you slightly smiled. "Honey, say hi."

Looking up, Tenchi clung to you as his grip tightened around you. He watched as the large man moved down to kneel. "Hello..."

"Hi, Tenchi," Tengen smiled. "I'm Tengen Uzui. The flashiest man on the entire planet. And a great friend of your mothers," he proudly stated as you blushed. A small gasp left little Tenchi.

"I know your name!" He exclaimed as Tengen lifted his brows before smirking.

"Oh? Is that so?" The man asked.

"You are mama's hero! Her trainer and gave her that big sword!" The little boy gasped. "You are so cool! Mama told me so many stories! I want to be just like you, Mr. Uzui!"

Gulping as the sudden urge to tear up awakened within him, Tengen took in a sharp breath and smiled. It wasn't until then when he had the little boy now standing before him that he studied those eyes. Eyes that reflected his own... The same ivory locks, those bright eyes and that shiny grin. There was no denying it... "That's an honor, Tenchi. And I like your headband," Tengen grinned, lightly poking the little boy's forehead as you watched their interaction with a heavy heart.

"Oh!" Your son blushed. "Just like you! Mama said you wore a headband when you were a— a Hash— Hash..."

"Hashira," Tengen finished with a kind smile as the little boy nodded.

"Yes! I wanna be just like you! Protect my mama from all evil!" He proudly said with his little fists on his hips. Tengen couldn't help but let out a choked laugh, as if the realizations made had his heart aching. This little boy was much too like him. "I look up to you!"

Feeling his heart skip a beat, Tengen looked away for a moment before ruffling Tenchi's hair. "I think you'll be better than I could ever be," he said without an inkling of doubt in his words, then looking at you as you looked at him with woeful eyes. It was clear there was something weighing on you.

Placing a gentle hand on your son's head, caressing his shoulder length locks that were quite similar to Tengen's, you eyed said man with a hopeful smile. "Would you like to come have dinner with us? There's a lot to catch up on."

With a racing heart, Tengen looked at you with a similar expression, optimism filling his chest. "I would love to."

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The Hashira and their Sense of Humor

Apologies for the hiatus! A lot has happened over the last couple of months and I'm finally getting some of them (somewhat) resolved through therapy and A LOT of patience with myself. So here's a post that I written back in October that brings me so much joy! Thank you all for your patience ^^

Word count: 2k~

Mitsuri Kanroji

You know those types of people who want to tell you a really funny story but they need to stop laughing first?

And they've been laughing for the past fifteen minutes?

Yeah that's Mitsuri

I'm not entirely sure what to categorize this either than comedic storytelling

She could probably be a standup comedian too, she has some good stories to tell

But Mitsuri is really in her element when when someone else is telling a mildly amusing story

She will just keep adding onto it to somehow make it even more funnier than it was originally intended

Misturi could make an inside joke between you guys too, she is the designated funny friend of the Hashira

I also feel like she sometimes makes self-deprecating jokes, but not on any serious topics

Like she enjoys poking fun at the fact that she's still single

For an example, Mitsuri and Shinobu could be making an order at a restaurant for lunch

By the time Mitsuri finishes her first round of food and hands the dishes to the waiter, she accidentally drops them causing all the plates and bowls to shatter all over the floor

She tries to help clean up but the staff insists that she shouldn't worry about it

Sitting back down with Shinobu, cheeks red from embarrassment, Mitsuri will crack an awkward smile and say "Yeah, this is why I'm still single!"

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is the most sarcastic motherfucker on this list

I feel like his number one policy is "Don't ask me stupid questions"

He's already annoyed like 70% of the time, just don't annoy him even more

But then again...

"Hey Obanai, did you lose this?" "No I was just playing hide and seek with an inanimate object for fun, YES I fucking dropped it"

"You look really tired, are you doing okay?" "Hell yeah, nothing says healthy like eye bags as dark as my hair"

"Can I pet your snake?" "Yeah you just gotta let him nibble you first but don't worry, he's only venomous"

Usually he's kinda rude about it but he does have his nice moments

"Hey Obanai, can you pass me that?" Obanai will just say no but hand and just hand it to you anyways

Some people just don't understand sarcasm all the time and that's when he kinda runs into some trouble

Obanai and Kyojuro were walking to a meeting together, but Obanai had forgotten his jacket AND haori

It was quite chilly outside too, so poor Obanai was shivering while trying to keep Kaburamaru warm

Kyojuro asked Obanai "My friend, winter is coming! Aren't you cold?"

Obanai deadpanned and said "Of course not, I'm just practicing my acting. Glad to see that my shivering is that convincing"

"How interesting! Maybe you should audition for a play at the theatre!"

Obanai's annoyance kept him warm for the rest of the day

Tengen Uzui

Quite an obvious statement, but Tengen’s humor mainly comprises of sex jokes and innuendos

The man has three wives, of course he would find that shit funny

Like he will be in the middle of a meeting, and everyone will line up to receive some gifts from Kagaya

He will say "Come in a straight line, my students"

Tengen will chuckle and say "That's what she said"

Tengen is also the type to be "gay with the homies" and loves to embarrass Sanemi and Obanai by making jokes about being in love or hooking up with them

He chooses specifically those two because it felt awkward to make the jokes to Gyomei

Tengen once spent forty-five minutes explaining to Kyojuro that he didn't actually want to buy him dinner after Kyojuro gave him a genuinely offended look to the highest degree

"How deceitful of you, Tengen"

He pretty much wrote off saying jokes like that to Kyojuro following that incident, but he really can't help himself sometimes

I don't think that Tengen solely has generic innuendos he uses on everyone, he likes testing what SPECIFIC category of sex jokes makes people uncomfortable

Like if Giyu goes to the bathroom, Tengen will saunter up with a finger gun on his chin and ask "Pissing all by yourself, handsome?"

Everyone is throwing their shoes at him

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Of course this sadistic bastard likes slapstick, what we’re you thinking?

He may be good at holding in a laugh, but you can still see that stupid smirk on his face if anyone stumbles

One time Tengen's six foot ass fell face first while running late to a meeting

Sanemi actually struggled to keep his composure that day, he had to bite his lips together to hide the uncontrollable grin on his face

People getting smacked upside the head, tripping others, people getting violently angry, Sanemi loves it all

He refuses to admit that Zenitsu is funny

Now a regular civilian is one thing, but children getting roughed up is another

there was a particular incident where Sanemi had come across some kids swinging on a tree branch near a market he occasionally visited

This week ass branch definitely didn't have the strength to hold up any of those kids

So Sanemi did what any sane person would, and stuck around to watch this disaster happen

Well unfortunately for this one child, the branch snapped mid-swing and fell right on their face

And there was Sanemi, a hand over his stomach from laughing at these dumb kids

He didn't even stop to help them or anything, just calmed down from laughing so hard and walked away to continue shopping

Shinobu Kocho

An absolute queen of insult humor

Even Sanemi can’t beat Shinobu at her best

Do you even think she would stick with the basic ass jokes? Of course not

She can be an absolute menace if she really wants to

Shinobu is just tired of everyone's shit, and she can get even more exhausted from putting on that smile nearly as much as Kyojuro

She just can't keep up

Which brings me to my main point, which is that Shinobu's funny side usually comes out in rants or vents with the people closest to her

She and Mitsuri both express their humor by storytelling, Shinobu's just originates more from anger an annoyance rather than an effort to be entertaining

Regardless of who Shinobu's around, everyone can tell that when she walks through the door with steam coming out of her ears, everyone's gonna be laughing their asses off

As anyone can agree if they've worked in any form of customer service, there are some days where you are so damn close to breaking your cool

When Tengen got placed in the Butterfly Estate's infirmary, Shinobu was actually going to kill a patient instead of saving them for once

Like this man was just demanding shit and teasing his friend left and right, and Aoi had never been so afraid of her mentor in her entire life

Aoi tried to calm her down, "Sticks and stones Shinobu, don't let him get to you!"

Tengen only snickered

Ooooo, she lost her shit

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but PLEASE. FUCK. OFF"

Angy Shinobu is best Shinobu

Kyojuro Rengoku

Look me in the eyes and tell me Kyojuro doesn’t like puns

I know you can't do it

He will howl with laughter nearly every time you tell him a pun

"Hey Kyo, you're never gonna believe it! Remember my friend with a bakery? Well it just burned down!"

At first he'll show genuine concern, politely shouting "How unfortunate!"

"Don't worry about it, his business is toast"

Give him a minute...

"Ahahaha! Good one!"

Not only does he like being told puns, but if he has a good opportunity to tell a well timed pun he will not stop giggling until he tells it

One time you, Tengen, Mitsuri, and Kyojuro were all trying to decide where to eat after a long day of work

At one point Tengen suggested hotpot, even offering to take you all to one that Makio and Suma liked

Kyojuro tried muffling his laughing, but his attention was redirected when you asked him what he thought of the idea

Finally able to cease his giggles, Kyojuro proudly shouted "SOUPER"

It doesn't matter if you find the joke funny or not, Kyojuro's laughter is so contagious that you're dying at the silly pun

What a fucking dork <3

Giyu Tomioka

If there was a form of comedy that’s applicable at any given moment, Giyu would use it on a daily basis

Luckily for him, Giyu discovered it very quicky and refuses to let the tactic go

That's right, Giyu is physically incapable of stopping himself from making a "your mom" joke

Everyone can blame Obanai for that one

Quite literally at any opportunity, Giyu will mutter the phrase under his breath

Unfortunately, because it has become such an unconscious thing for Giyu, this bad habit of his ends up kicking his ass at the worst of times

with all due respect to Giyu's efforts, it just makes him unintentionally funny

in an awkward way

Giyu visited one of his favourite restaurants on his day off, the waiter asked "Is there anything else you would like, sir?" after giving his order

Now Giyu didn't mean it, he really didn't

It just slipped out of his mouth so easily

"Your mom"

Let me tell you, the silence was absolutely deafening

After the two stared at each other in mutual confusion, Giyu just wordlessly left due to the sheer embarrassment and awkwardness he had caused

He tried to go back, truly, Giyu made the effort and walked through the door

But he made uncomfortable eye contact with that same waiter and walked out

He hasn't gone back to that restaurant since ;,)

Gyomei Himijima

I have already established in my Gyomei Headcannons post that Gyomei is the dad friend of the Hashira (go check out that post if you haven’t btw ^^)

So of course he's going to make dad jokes, everyone saw this coming

God forbid you ever complain around him, he will see it as an opportunity (usually)

"Man, I'm really hungry" Gyomei will hand you a bento box and say "Hi hungry, I'm prepared

He is THAT GUY that makes "I haven't seen you since last year!" jokes

Every single year without fail

Shockingly, Gyomei and Kyojuro will bond over their mutual love for super corny jokes

One time while training Genya, Gyomei asked him "Child, what is long and sticky?"

Genya paused his routine to think for a moment, slightly disturbed by the question

"I don't know what you- fresh mochi?" Gyomei shook his head

Genya made a claw gesture with his hands, knowing Gyomei couldn't see it

"No idea, what's long and sticky?"

Gyomei gave a small, sly smile before responding

"A stick, little one"

To be honest, Gyomei's jokes do annoy some of the Hashira whenever he makes them (mainly Shinobu, Obanai and Tengen)

Normally because he's so calm about it

Tengen usually is one to lose his temper over it though

"You really got a joke for about everything, huh?" "Indeed I do, Tengen. I even have one about construction"

Tengen's eye will twitch as he taunts Gyomei "Oh yeah? Well let's hear it then!"

"I'm afraid I can't, my friend. I'm still working on it"

Kyojuro's laugh echoes throughout the meeting as Tengen realizes he most definitely walked into that one

Muichiro Tokito

His sense of humor is weird

That’s all I have, anything that Muichiro finds funny is actually kinda strange

He does this thing where he will go in with a fistbump, but change it to a high five last second

Muichiro can do it the other way around too, but regardless it results in this silly fist-five thing that makes him chuckle

He's a little bit of a devious child so his sense of humor kinda comes from whatever will annoy the other Hashira

Sometimes he will sit in the middle of a meeting and just blow raspberries while spacing out a little

It annoys the fuck out of Sanemi and Obanai because Muichiro's spit gets EVERYWHERE

Even Giyu thinks that kid comes with his own splash zone

He's not one for pranks per say, but he likes reaping a bit of terror amongst the other Hashira

One time Muichiro stole Tengen's red eyeliner one weekend purely for entertainment

the next day when everyone showed up to the meeting, people got to witness a very distressed Tengen

Holding up Sanemi and Obanai midair by the collar of their shirts, Tengen interrogated the both of them where they hid his shockingly expensive liner

Of course no one would suspect the slobbering kid, who was inconspicuously blowing raspberries

Had anyone asked Muichiro if he saw Tengen's liner, Muichiro would turn to the fuming man and giggle

Secretly, Aoi is Muichiro's unknowing accomplice in these scenarios

"Here Aoi, could you hold this for a while?" "Uhh, sure? What is it for?" "Hmm? Oh nothing..."

Don't underestimate this little shit

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Hey y’all! Hope you liked this post, it was such a pleasure to write it ^^

I’m hoping that now I’ll be able to write more for this blog now that I have more time, and I have more posts lined up in the future :)

Ask box and requests are still open, just please read the rules before submitting anything!

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I'm not sure if you accepting RoR request but can I request Shiva, Buddha, Qin Shi Huang and Nikola Tesla with a fem reader that's Nyarlathotep? (crawling chaos from HP Lovecraft) she looks normal and even cute most of the time but she can be very much terrifying when turning into her cosmic horror form or if she wants to just mess around with the gods (mostly Zeus and Odin) by messing with their heads most of the time and they can't do much because she's an outer god but around them she's very sweet and helpful and ties her best to push away her violent tendencies for their sake

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Shiva, Buddha, Qin Shi Huang, and Nikola Tesla Name: {Character} with a Nyarlathotep! Reader Requester: Anonymous

A/N: At this point, I may as well make a page dedicated to my H.P. Lovecraft-themed Reader pieces, since I've written like three pieces now! It's ironic because of how much I love reading about these characters, lmao

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🪩 This man thrives on destruction, he's the God of it for crying out loud!

🪩 When he first met you, you and your father, Azathoth, were attending the Gods' Council meeting, and you were one of the Gods who decided to spare Humanity, and when asked by him, you just replied with a sly

" Oh, I do not wish for them to live because of pity or love, silly! Quite the opposite, actually! Humans have caused so much chaos and madness, it's wonderful! And, I plan on keeping them for as long as I find them enjoyable. Now, ta-ta~ "

🪩 He'd be lying if he said he didn't find you a hint alluring, you looked far cuter than what was written down, you were always described as a being that looked more 'monstrous' and 'hideous' than anything Humanity could've created

🪩 Shiva and you would normally speak whenever necessary, but, after a while, your more distant bond grew into a blooming friendship and eventual marriage!

🪩 This God definitely doesn't care about how mad you sound with your words, he just fears that maybe one day you'll either say something to the wrong person or you'll end up going unstoppable with madness and get annihilated by a stronger being

🪩 Whenever Loki messes around with Shiva, you end up messing with his mind a lot, prompting Odin to knock you away, which makes you target him, much to his birds' annoyance

🪩 Shiva tried pushing his own violent tendencies away for you and his fellow wives' sake, and because of this, he ends up having a special day every month for him to go out and let out those thoughts and actions, and, when he notices just how much pressure was building on you, he'd take you with him

" Go ahead and blow that massive boulder up! Good job, my Being of Chaos! "

🍭 This guy was concerned when he first met you, you were seemingly more insane than the other Gods he met, and that included those such as Loki, and we all know how crazy that guy is

🍭 The only reason this guy even spoke to you was because of how strongly your father stood with the destruction of Humanity, every. single. time. that the Gods voted

🍭 Buddha was getting annoyed with how ignorant and oblivious your father was, and he could tell you were as well, and when he asked you about how you truly felt about your father, you acknowledged him, unlike many different Gods, and spoke to him calmly with hidden insanity

" My father is quite ignorant and, to be honest, sometimes even I wonder how in the name of the universe he has so much power. But, let me be honest with you, Buddha. Because of this, he's fun to manipulate. But, don't tell anyone about that, yeah? Yeah! Alright, gotta go, bye! "

🍭 He was quite off-put when he asked Brunhilde about you, and when she said how dangerous and hideous of a being you were, he was confused, you were adorable and seemingly sweet

🍭 Your God-friend and you were some of the only Gods who voted for Humanity's safety, though, you both kept it to yourselves, not wishing to have a certain someone's rage on your asses

🍭 When Ragnarok commenced, you teleported to speak to Brunhilde, telling her your plan of siding with Humanity during the Gods' strongest point to break them down mentally, you did love to watch them struggle, after all!

🍭 After finding out that Buddha was siding with Humanity, you jumped down, causing many to believe you were fighting against him, but, when you announced your defect to their side, your father's rage knew no bounds

" Oh, father, just how much of an ignorant prick can you be? Humanity does have some, decent, qualities to them. And while I may never fully understand them, I will try my best to do so. Anyways, have fun fighting, my dear! "

🍭 Much like Shiva, he appreciates how much you try staying sane around him and the Human Fighters, it lets him know just how much you do care about him

👑 When Qin first met you, it was because one of your father's minions accidentally caused mass destruction to his home, leaving many lives in ruin and an emperor very, very, upset

👑 You attending the small meeting with your father, though you spent your time screwing around with the nearby humans, causing the ruler to ignore your father's rambles of incoherentness

👑 While he initially disliked how unsettlingly cute yet sadistic you were, once he got to know you a bit better, thanks to some well-spent time on Earth by yourself, he began to see you for what you really were

👑 Being raised by such a cruel yet idiotic being, you really didn't have the best examples when it came to interactions with other brings, heck, you had some of the most horrendous relationships with your two siblings, Nameless Mist and Darkness

👑 During one of your first meetings while on decent terms, he asked you exactly what you were going to do, since he had heard about Ragnarok forming from one of the guards of his

" Ragnarok? It sounds pretty pathetic to me, honestly. Though, I suppose watching the smug smirks of those so called Gods fade would make me smile myself. I kid, I kid! Oh, you see right through me, emperor! Honestly, really it's a funny thing, but, I may side with Humanity in the downfall, you know how I am! "

👑 Qin disliked how cruel and hostile you were with pretty much anyone, but, when he noticed how much softer and seemingly polite you were with his fellow fighters, he would smile to himself

👑 You must really care about him if it meant you were trying to push back the only thing you ever knew behind just so he could be happier and not driven to the brink of insanity himself from stress

" Why am I so kind with the mortals? I figured I was being sneaky with my behavior, oh well! They're far weaker appearing then they really are, I suppose. And I respect that, to a degree. I'm not going soft, damn you! "

🧪 Nikola Tesla, the man known on Earth as the 'Ultimate Mad Scientist of His Time', and his title alone was enough to interest you

🧪 Once you learned of where he resided in Valhalla, you took a small trip there, leaving a simply written note on the table your father sat at daily, and setting a straight-lined course there

🧪 He was just working on his newest invention when his doors slammed open, making him jump and snap his head back to see a fairly tall humanoid-being standing there

🧪 While he stared at you, you smiled and ran up to him, allowing your form to float above him and ask if he was indeed the human known as 'Nikola Tesla'

🧪 Once reassuring his identity, you began asking about his work, from how he made something so complicated look so seemingly simple, despite the multitude of horrendously long equation written on his chalkboard

🧪 Due to his own curiosity, Nikola had to push himself to ask who and what you were, in which you just laughed and answered him with a honey-coated voice

" Who am I? That's quite surprising, dearest mortal! I am Y/N, the offspring of the Outer God, Azathoth, and the God of Madness, at least in many's eyes I am. Humans are different creatures... ANYWAYS! How about you explain about that, uh, what did you call it again? Ah, yes! The electric engineering, how does that work again? "

🧪 Nikola was very off-put by how devoted you were to being by his side to learn everything he was working on, and, in all honesty, he kinda enjoyed having you around to speak to, it made him feel a little less lonely

🧪 While he was being scolded by Brunhilde for speaking to a God who was said to have only sided with Humanity to make them suffer at their own hands, he couldn't help but argue back with how you were far more gentle with his fellow scientists when working on his armory

" Brunhilde. While I agree with the fact that their father isn't ideal in the slightest, Y/N is going behind his and the multitude of Gods' backs just to help me and my fellow geniuses win Ragnarok. You may not trust them, but I do. Now, I recommend you leave before they arrive, it may get ugly, and I do not wish for their aura to destroy our hard work. "

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Wind and Water

Giyuu X plus size reader X Sanemi

Having two hashira lust over you? YES PLEASE

NSFW

It’s a normal day in the demon slayer corp, I’m coming back from a kakushi clean up this time it was the clean up of the carnage of a hashira and an upper rank, I’m told it was upper rank 4 or whatever. The two hashiras that were in the battle thankfully survived, I sigh ‘ because them two idiots survived that means they can keep bugging me ‘ hashiras Giyuu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa two men that I love dearly but they are pains in my ass too

For some reason those two hashira like someone like me, I was introduced to them by my childhood friend Tengen Uzui knowing the hashira was a pain for different reasons but that being said the two men have been all over me lately. ‘ I swear me being sent to help this clean up is some sick joke by the master ‘ I pout I love those men but there little competition they have for my love is getting up my nerves. I like the both of them, I don’t see what difference it makes Tengen has three wives for gods sake!

Thankfully it didn’t take us Kakushi long to clean up their mess and the two men weren’t seriously injured, hell Sanemi was raging the entire way back that he could’ve taken another one the block head, that men is only good for two things demon slaying and being loud I sigh but on the other one was quiet the entire time, stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking, Giyuu is a men of few words but is sweet and genuine I don’t know why the other hashira doesn’t like him plus I heard ( very relevantly ) from Tengen that the water hashira is packing. Blushing I think ‘ that man sticking his nose into business that isn’t his ‘ I finally made it back home after an all day job of cleaning their mess, I shut the door behind me and go to change out of my uniform my day is finished for now at least. I change into a flower kimono one of my favorites actually, it hugs my curves perfectly which I’m thankful for. I’m putting my uniform away when I hear a loud knock at my door “ HEY OPEN UP “ I hear a booming voice from the outside. I knew it I sigh

I open the door to a man with short white hair adorned with a bandage wrapped around it, uniform top unbuttoned to show of his wide pecs that are covered in deep scars some new and others old. Scars are covering most of his body, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t extremely attractive “ what do you want Sanemi ? “ I asked clearly flushed but doing my best to hide it the man in front of me grins and says “ what can’t I come visit you without a reason? “

“ Sanemi you need to go to see a doctor not me “ I sigh Sanemi flexes and replies “ did and I’m fine so is that damned Tomioka “ I look at him unimpressed before stepping aside and letting him in, making a mental note to kill Tengen for tell them where I live. I love these men but I just want somewhere safe from their fighting. Sanemi walks in with a smug expression, damn these hashira but I am one of the only ones that can put them in their place without actually doing anything I don’t know why, the insect hashira Shinobu Kocho calls it female rage I mentally shrug.

“ Sanemi why are you invading my house? “

The man turns back towards me his obsidian eyes looking right passed me and into my soul it makes me shudder “ why can’t I come see my gorgeous girl “Sanemi replied his eyes scanning the lines of my body making me blush “ I-I didn’t say that “ I said in a whisper. Sanemi slowly walks up to stand in front of me, leaning in and growling in my ear “ would you rather Tomioka were here? “He licks along my ear lobe “ you know I can please you better but you still keep him around “ I felt chills shoot up my spine at the promise in his voice. I felt a hard chest behind me and a calm but deadly voice saying “ what nonsense are you talking? “ I turn my head and come face to face with a rock hard chest and a half-half haori “ what the hell do you think you’re doing?! “ Sanemi yells right into my ear I might add. I try to wiggle my out of but they’ve caged me in then I felt hands on my plush hips, I’m not sure who’s they are but it’s making me flustered nonetheless

“ I came to see my girl “ Giyuu replies

I could see the anger radiating from the man in front of me while the man behind me was as calm as a stream. Gods I don’t want to die from being in the middle of their fighting “ Oi Tomioka who do you think you are?! “ Sanemi just kept getting closer, his chest now so close to mine that my breasts are pressed against him. Fuck I need to get out of here, these two meat heads are going to kill me but to my surprise nothing happens and I see fluffy black hair coming closer in the corner of my vision, Giyuus head is so close I can feel his breath on my skin. Giyuu then pulls completely away letting me out of the cage they had me in. I turn around to see the beautifully tragic man that was once behind me. Black hair in his signature low ponytail and his ocean blue eyes that are so serene that it calms me every time I look into them. He’s so gorgeous it’s almost painful but he always has that sad air to him, it makes me just want to comfort him.

“ I came to see if you would be interested in going to lunch with me “ he says with his calming voice that never fails to make me melt “ Oi Tomioka! I was here first “ Sanemi growls voice so rough it sends a shudder through my entire body. I sigh and reply “ I would like that Giyuu but only if Sanemi can come since he was here first “ I was half expecting to be shut down but to my surprise Giyuu nodded

The restaurant is ran by the demon slayer corps so it’s safe and luckily it isn’t far away from my house. Holding hands with TWO hashira is so embarrassing! I’m so embarrassed I think I’m going to die ! I wonder what those people are thinking? They are probably wondering how two hashira would be with someone like me. I know master Ubuyashiki gave his blessing but these stares are almost too much for me. I’m not insecure but seeing their judgmental faces makes me sweat, I hope they don’t feel it through my palms “ eetheart “ “ sweetheart “ Giyuus voice snaps me back to reality and I look upwards seeing a worried expression on his face “ are you okay? You’ve been zoned out for awhile now “

“ I’m fine Giyuu ! “ I say trying to control my thoughts as I pulled the two of them inside the restaurant. We were taken to a private room that’s reserved for hashira, of course I was put in the middle with Giyuu to my right and Sanemi to my left. Back feeling caged again between these two giants of muscle. When the waiter came Giyuu and I both ordered sake daikon while Sanemi ordered ohagi. Giyuu and I ate him a comfortable silence but I could feel Sanemis rage without even looking at the other man. It probably has something to do with Giyuus hand on my thigh, rubbing smoothing circles in the skin there. He’s obviously still worried but he’s not the type to show his emotions well unlike Sanemi who shows his emotions too much. As soon as he notices Giyuus hand Sanemi puts his chopsticks in his left hand and puts his right hand on my other thigh. I look over at him questioningly as he starts to try and eat with his left hand, I giggled it’s actually kind of cute “ the hell are you laughing at?! “ he barks shooting a scary look at me but I just smile at him and pat his head “ you’re so cute Sanemi “ I say but I immediately regret that because I feel a possessive squeeze on my other thigh oh no I forgot about Giyuu

I felt a strong hand grab my wrist and pull me from my right side and lips roughly met mine, shooting a cold glare at the other man. A look that I don’t have the pleasure of seeing often, he kept Sanemis eyes as he made a show of putting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my teeth before deepening the kiss, running his tongue over mine and rubbing all of my sweet spots that he knew so well. He finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. But before I could react Giyuu turns away and resumes eating, I’m so flustered I can’t think straight and before I collected my thoughts my face was grabbed and my lips were covered roughly with another pair of lips. Sanemi bites my lower lip then puts his tongue into my mouth, licking every inch of my mouth before taking my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. What he was doing couldn’t even be called kissing. he’s usually rough but this is something else, it’s desperate. Thankfully he pulls away, shooting Giyuu a glare before going back to eating. My face is on fire right now, to do something like this in a restaurant but even so I can feel the slick between my thighs. I wiggle in my seat and I know they noticed I’m not sure I’ll survive tonight, I’m sorry Tengen your best friend isn’t going to make it.

They finish eating in silence the only disturbance being the hands on my thighs that are dangerously close to my heat. “ I’ll go settle the bill, you two go wait outside “ Giyuu says getting up and walking out. Sanemi stands up before stretching a hand out to me “ come on let’s go “ he helped me up and straightened my kimono for me before grabbing my hand and leading me outside. We waited outside the restaurant, Sanemi giving threats to anyone that even looked at us wrong “ Sanemi please stop “ I whisper to the man.

Without turning his head away from the crowd he looked at me out of the corner of his eye as he asked “ this was why you were upset when we first got here, right “ my eyes widened conforming what he already knew. Sanemi looked back the the crowd while he said to me in the calmest voice I’ve heard from him “ you shouldn’t worry about what they think, they aren’t worth it “ just then the door to the restaurant opened and Giyuu walks out as calm as ever but he looks at us immediately knowing something was wrong “ did something happened while I was gone “ I tense up at the his voice but Sanemi grabs my hand and pulls me along “ nothing “ is the only word he says to the other man. The three of us walked back in silence but I could still tell Giyuu was throwing me worried glances, we finally got back to my house and we went inside closing the door behind us. Before I got the chance to do anything Sanemi pulls me to his chest, he wrapped his arms around me pulling me as close as possible “ it’s okay baby “ he whispers in my ear.

“ what’s going on Shinazugawa? “ Giyuu asked with a hint of anger to his voice Sanemi looks up at the other man, covering my ears with his hands and says something I couldn’t hear. I look up at Sanemi with a confused face which causes him to gently push my head back down against his chest with him resting his chin on top of my head. I blushed deeply at my head being against his exposed scared chest, my body tenses and I couldn't stop my thighs from moving together. I know he feels it while he's having his conversation with Giyuu I feel Sanemis fingers teasing along the sensitive skin below my ears. it wasn't too much longer until he let go of my ears but he still kept my head to his chest " baby why were you moving like that? " Sanemi said with a smirk to his voice. my breath catches in my throat when I felt the man behind me press his chest into my back, I felt a hand moving slowly down my plush thigh squeezing it before forcing them apart. the hand moved to cup my mound, fingers rubbing against my soaked underwear " fuck baby, we haven't even touched you yet and you're already this wet? " Sanemi growled

a blush spread through me at his words, I leaned back against Giyuu as the other man worked my covered heat with his fingers.it wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands slowly removing my kimono and putting it somewhere I couldn't see. I quickly moved to cover my body from their view ' what the hell do you think you're doing? " Sanemi asks in an annoyed tone. " I-It's embarrassing! " I snap before he had the chance to respond I felt something being thrown over my shoulders when I looked down I saw Giyuus haori draped over me, it was big even on me. " the hell Tomioka? " Sanemi cursed Giyuu didn't reply to him and just helped me put my arms into his haori but he whispered in my ear " it looks good on you "

the fabric was big enough to cover my nipples so my breasts weren't completely exposed, Giyuu knew how embarrassed I was in that moment. Sanemi growled to draw my attention back to him before he reached down and picked me up into his arms " Sanemi! put me down, I'm too heavy! " I screamed at the scared man. he turned his head to give me a look of challenge " you think a hashira can't lift you? " he asks in a dark tone before walking to my bedroom, kicking the door open and setting me down on my futon. the man crouches down in front of me " I'm not like those other pussy lower rank demon slayers " he says with a bite to his voice. Giyuu appears behind him with his uniform unbuttoned his hard body on full display with his long black hair pulled out of his ponytail, he's so gorgeous I cant take my eyes off of him and the other hashira notices " eyes on me " Sanemi says voice low

my eyes snap to the other man but I get pushed down on the futon " fuck you've already got the bedding dirty" he says while licking his lips. I saw an idea flash before the mans eyes before he shoots Giyuu a look as the other man was sitting down beside him, Sanemi looks back to me as he says " first I want to watch you play with yourself for us " my eyes widen I can’t possibly do something so embarrassing in front of them but I felt Giyuus comforting fingers moving across my leg. " o-okay " is the only word I could muster before I slowly spread my thighs both men groan at the sight of the wet spot in my underwear. my hand trembles as I reach down to my mound where my clit is under the fabric, my fingers rub slowly over that spot, I let out a moan at the feeling. my clit is hard from how worked up I am and their gazes burning into me with every passing moment. I eyes flutter closed at the feeling building low in my stomach, but they shoot open again when I felt a tug on my underwear then a snap " fuck that's better " Sanemi says while he's pulling the fabric away. I look up to see their flushed faces staring at my wet heat, Giyuu moves down and starts leaving kisses on my knee while looking up into my eyes, a pleading look that one wouldn't expect from the water hashira.

I felt my heat throb at that look and I know they saw it too, I reach back down to my hard clit rubbing it slowly. I let out a loud moan at the feeling of touching my clit without a barrier, I could see their self-control break. Giyuu was the first to move going in between my legs, grabbing my hand to stop me then licking up my heat. my back arches and a moan is ripped from my throat at the feeling of his tongue " Giyuu! " I scream his name as I cum quicker than I ever have. That didn't stop him through as he wouldn't move away as I was trying to push his head away from my heat Sanemi grabbed my hands and pinned them to the futon and Giyuu kept my legs from closing his big hands gripping my plush thighs, squeezing the flesh so hard it might bruise in the morning. the dark haired man took my clit into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, making my back arch and tears to fall from my cheeks just for them to be licked up by the white haired man, clearly enjoying watching me cum for them.

" fuck baby, I'm so hard " Sanemi says while using the hand that isn't binding me to palm the bulge that was straining the front of his pants. he then unzips his pants and his cock springs out, his tip red and angry " you want a taste? " he askes as he gets to his knees beside my head, rubbing the tip over my mouth asking for entry. I slowly part my mouth and he wastes no time pushing it deep into my mouth with a low groan. he brings my hands to rest on his thighs has he leans forward and slowly thrusts into my mouth, its almost too much having my heat devoured and my mouth used like this but I didn't expect Giyuu to thrust two of his fingers into my heat ripping another orgasm from me. I choked on Sanemis cock causing him to groan and pull back for a second to let me breath before thrusting back in.

Giyuu knew my body and my weak spots too well, it didn't take long before his added a third finger and I tightened too much at the stretch. the man rubbed my thighs in an attempt to soothe me, he finally pulled back from my heat to gently kiss along my thighs as he pumped his fingers into me " it will feel better soon, my love" he reassured me. it didnt take long for the burn to subside and was replaced with pleasure, I started moaning around Sanemis cock " good girl " he groaned throwing his head back in pleasure while thrusting his hips into my mouth deeper " fuck I'm going to cum " he growls as Giyuu slides a forth finger into me making me moan loudly around Sanemis cock and that sends the man over the edge making him cum deep down my throat. he quickly pulls his cock out of my mouth, letting me swallow his cum " fuckkk " he moans moving to crush his lips to my swollen ones, forcing his tongue into my mouth and moaning at the taste of himself. I moan in disappointment when I felt Giyuus fingers leave my heat, the other man pulls back from my mouth " She ready Tomioka? " he asks Giyuus only reply was a nod then Sanemi is quickly grabbing me moving me until he's the one laying on the futon and I'm straddling his pelvis with Giyuu behind me cock pressed to my ass

My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought of what they are going to do but my thoughts were cut short when Sanemi grabs my hips and pushes his cock into me in one swift movement. His cock isn’t as long as Giyuus but it’s the thicker of the two, I throw my head back on Giyuus chest as I moan “ b-big “ Sanemi smirks as he says “ if you can’t take me how are you going to take both of us, baby “ my eyes widen “ you’ll break me I can’t possibly take both of you! “ I yell at them. The dark haired man soothes a hand over my thighs in apology while he whispers sweet nothings in my ear while he helps move me on the other mans cock preparing me for what they plan to do next. Sanemi groans underneath me “ fuck so tight baby “

Sanemi slams up into me hitting my sweet spot with every thrust, I’m losing my mind as pleasure takes over my body but that is short lived as the other man is pushing me over to lay on Sanemis chest as I feel a second cock probing at my heat, Giyuu leans forward mouth next to my ear " relax " he whispers before slowly pushing the tip into me. tears well in my eyes from the stretch, I felt a hand patting my head in an attempt to comfort me. I open my eyes to see the scared man laying below me panting and chest heaving but still trying to make sure I was okay. the man behind me stops when the head is fully settled inside giving me time to adjust, his hot breath in my ear and his hands squeezing my hips hard enough to bruise. " are you okay baby? " Giyuu asks before moving further

" y-yes " I reply the man squeezes my plush hips harder before moving his cock in slowly until his hips are against my ass. Sanemis eyes snapped shut tightly " so fucking tight " he groans then the man behind me lets out a whimper and I feel both of them twitch inside of me. They don’t move until they are sure I’m not in pain, I gave Sanemi a begging look. He is the first to move thrusting up into my heat making all three of us moan, the stretch is almost too much but the way Sanemis cock is curved he easily finds all of my sweet spots. A loud moan is ripped from my throat and my walls clinch tightly around their cocks as Sanemi hits my sweet spot particularly hard. The other man is panting behind me, slowly pulls out before slamming his cock back in hitting the deepest parts of me. Giyuu moans into my ear “ warm “ he pants

I don’t get a moment to breathe when Sanemi pulls out, Giyuu is slamming his cock into me. Broken moans and begs feel the room “ p-please, it’s too much! “ and “ IM GOING TO BREAK” I scream at them as they keep their abusing pace. Sanemi huffs out a breathless laugh at me says “ but your pretty little hole is taking us so well “ he smirks up at me and grabs my waist before slamming my hips to mine.

Sanemis cock hitting hard against my sweet spot “ now take our cocks like the good little slut you are “ he groans out though clinched teeth. Giyuus releases my hips to start roaming up my body to my full breasts that are pressed against Sanemis scared chest pinching my hard nipples making my tighten around them “ I-I’M “ I start to say before a loud scream left my lips as my climax hit me, both men grunt at my walls squeezing around their cocks. “ that’s a good fucking girl, cumming on our cocks “ Sanemi moaned as he grabbed my hips harder and slamming me down on their cocks “ fuck baby I’m going to cum “ he says in a breathless voice but it was Giyuu that said “ take it “ as the both of them thrusted into me as their orgasms hit. Both cocks throbbing inside me making my heat quiver as I came for the second time around their cocks. The men rode out their orgasms making sure I took every bit of them.

We stayed like that for quite some time the three of us too fucked out to move. when I could open my eyes Sanemis face came into my view, his face flushed and sweat dripping from his scared body. Giyuu was the first to move he slowly pulled his cock out of me, making both Sanemi and I moan. he helped me off the other man’s cock before laying me next to the scared man on the futon. This is the first time seeing Giyuus fucked out expression, he’s so beautiful he has the uniform shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves pulled up showing off his hard sweat glistening body, his black hair stuck to his face. “ let me clean you up “ he says before turning and leaving the room

Sanemi wraps his arm around me pulling me to him “ are you hurt anywhere? “ he asks sounding concerned but I shook my head “ I’m fine Sanemi I liked it “ I say in response that made him smile before kissing the tip of my nose, making me giggle. The sound of the door opening gets our attention as Giyuu walks back into the room carrying a basin of water, he’s now fully clothed which is greatly to my disappointment the scared man laughed when he noticed my eyes change “ you still turned on baby? “ he asks with a touch of humor to his voice my face was bright red at his question “ Shut up Sanemi! “ I yell at the man

Giyuu crouches in front of me “ may I? “ he asks I nod for him to take care of me. He spreads my legs again, I cover my face with my arms at the embarrassment before I feel a warm cloth glide over my heat and thighs cleaning away the remnants of what we just did. a small moan leaves my throat when he accidentally brushes over my abused clit “ easy Tomioka! “ Sanemi barks but the other man doesn’t pay him any mind, he kisses my knee in a silent apology before he finishes cleaning me “ what about me Tomioka? “ Sanemi asks in a teasing tone

Giyuu stands up and replies “ do it yourself “ before taking the water to dispose of leaving Sanemi and I alone again. The man looks over to me petting my cheek with his hand “ you’re so beautiful and I’ll end anyone that thinks otherwise “ he promises Giyuu comes back before I get the chance to respond walking in and laying beside me on the futon “ rest my love “ he says to me stoking my hair while Sanemi kisses around my plumb cheeks. I love these men and now I know that they love me too. I give a silent thanks to Tengen before closing my eyes and letting sleep take me.

#chubby reader #x chubby reader #demon slayer #kny #sanemi x reader #giyuu x reader #kny sanemi #kny giyuu

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autisticrosewilson · 29 days

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You have any Wilson family headcanons to spare? Especially on Rose & Grant?

DO I EVER!!! Gosh where do I even start

I mentioned to a friend of mine the other day that I think Slade was a leash kid, and I stand by that whole heartedly. He wanted to raise Grant as a leash kid too, simply because he thought you were supposed to, but Adeline threatened his life so it never happened. This was the first of many times he was confronted with the concept that maybe his home life wasn't great.

He would not even begin reflecting on this until almost a decade later. He still doesn't really consider himself a victim and honestly most of his shitty parenting comes from him just having no clue what he's doing. He's aware that he's bad at it, but instead of trying to improve he just tries to avoid his kids in hopes that they'll be better off without him.

Also he grew up in 1950's-60's Appalachia, I think he's more superstitious than he lets on. I imagine he grew up hearing about family curses and old wives tales, and while on some level he recognizes that Fran likely just used those stories to cope with the situation there's also a part of him that believes it for the same reasons she did. He's not a victim, he can't be, so it must not have been abuse. Which eventually turned into him just kind of accepting that he was always going to be a bad father, that there was never a chance for him to have a family and any attempt he makes will just end up worse than the last.

It makes it easier to maintain his self imposed isolation that way.

Adeline is a lot more interesting than people give her credit for. I like to think she was born and raised in a big city like New York or maybe Gotham if I wanted to be funny. She was definitely a wild child, and that was something that didn't change during her first marriage.

I truly do believe that Count whats-his-face (I don't care enough to look him up) tried exactly once to hit her and he ended up with three bullet wounds that all knicked arteries. It was his only warning and he was smart enough to know that.

Addie is loyal to the end, she's the kind of person that steadfastly refuses to let go of people she cares about. In basically ever version of her story she tries, she tries so hard to make things work. I once compared her to the Greek myth of Medea and I think about the comparison often.

I also think that Adeline was always her father's daughter, whether she liked it or not. I don't remember if it was canon that she was raised primarily by her dad but I only remember her dad being mentioned so I think she grew up in a single parent household and was mostly left to her own devices as a kid. She probably grew up really close with her cousin, most people probably thought they were sisters.

Mayflower fucking HATES Slade, she was advocating for the divorce before they were even married. I know in my heart she was Slade's biggest hater. Her and Slade talked mad shit about each other but they were also gossip buddies for the longest and it was the only thing that stopped her from beating his ass all the time.

SladeAddie is so toxic Bi4Bi coded. Really funny to me that Addie was probably older than Slade, do you know the kind of rizz you have to possess to bag a milf that could kill you in 20 different ways before you could blink? One who's already been divorced? What charm was this freshly 18 year old drop out exuding to be pulling like this?

When do you think he told her that he lied to the recruiter about his age and he wasn't actually 23 or whatever? Did he ever tell her? Did she figure it out herself? It was literally never addressed but I think about it all the time.

Slade is definitely still mildly in love with her and falls a little all over again every time she deals him grievous bodily harm. I don't know his thing for people who hate him is probably a self conscious way to punish himself for sucking all the time.

Billy and Alfred being friends is a headcanon that I literally never stop thinking about. Why wouldn't they be old friends or whatever? They have tea the 4th Tuesday of every other month. They complain about their respective morons and brag about the kids they have to take care of because their morons won't.

Billy is definitely a British rock fan and he fucking HATES country music. Slade starts playing it in the car and Billy threatens to crash the whole car just to make a point.

He's like maybe 5 years older than Slade if I'm being generous about it, he just looks older next to Slade because he's not hopped up on super serum.

He's the one Rose gives her father's day gifts to <3

SladeBilly is canon to me, no way Slade is capable of spending that much time with someone without sleeping with them at least once. It might be the healthiest relationship he's ever had with anyone and Billy barely tolerates him.

Lilian Worth my beloved,,,,,,they gave her such a white ass name. I choose to believe that she changed it later on for anonymity. Chea Nath is a name she hasn't used in a while, but it's still one she holds dear.

She seems like someone who was really into ballet, and probably someone who was really good at it too.

She's one of those characters that we don't really have any information on, which leaves a lot of wiggle room backstory wise. I probably write too much about characters with poor backgrounds (surprise your bitch grew up impoverished) so I guess I'll let Lili have this one.

Diplomats daughter, her and her mom were really close growing up, and she seems like she grew up with sisters. She's got that middle sister energy to her, growing up everyday was a fight and let's just say she didn't lose often.

If Adeline is Medea, Lili is definitely Circe. Versatile, powerful, a man hater, and she'll do anything to protect her girls.

Honors student, her grades never dropped below an A- and she has degrees in everything from fine art to communications. Rose went to college purely because her mom made it clear that not going was not an option.

Grant is one of my favorite characters. Ever. He's definitely an old school country enjoyer, much to Billy's chagrin and Slades secret delight.

He was the boy who climbed up the tallest trees to prove he could and then came home with a thousand little scrapes on him.

He has a bee allergy.

He's the least enhanced of his siblings but he still has a meta gene, I think the reason the H.I.V.E. serum didn't activate it like it should have is because his power was the mental kind and not the physical kind so his body couldn't hold up against it even while his psychic powers were getting stronger.

Painted his nails one(1) time, it was a dried up iridescent blue that Addie dug up and was going to throw away but Grant wanted to try it. He didn't know what nail polish remover was though so he scraped his teeth on his nails to get it all off but he couldn't get all of it and he almost cried so hard he threw up at dinner that night because he was scared of Slade noticing (Slade didn't notice and wouldn't have cared if he did).

Thought he was SO stealthy when he snuck out but literally everyone knew because he always came home smelling like weed, hungover, and he went to school in the same clothes he wore to go out. Most of the time Addie didn't care (See above: "former wild child") but Slade "Biggest loser in his hometown" Wilson always had an issue with it.

Officially his tomb is located in the Kane family plot but he's actually buried in Slades hometown next to his grandmother. (Adeline is not aware of this)

Joey was actually the one who pulled most of the pranks when they were kids, but Grant always took the fall. Mostly because literally no one would believe it even if Joey said he did it. Which he tried to do, many times.

Grant taught Joey to make flower crowns but he never admitted it because he thought it made him look weak. He still keeps the few that Joey made for him though, they're basically turning to dust in the drawer he hid them in to this day. They're one of the few things that weren't torn down and shoved in the attic after his death.

Joey still celebrates Grant's birthday every year, him and mom play The Last Man by Clint Mansell on the piano because it was his favorite piece to play before he stopped because it wasn't "cool".

Grant tried to get Joey to come with him when he ran away but Joey didn't want to leave Addie. Joey ended up moving into Grant's old apartment, he often thinks of what life would be like if he'd taken up the offer.

Grant is THE ass hole big brother from the late 90's/early 2000's. Down to the mullet and the shirt with the sleeves cut off. He used to steal Addie's eyeliner and she would get so mad because that stuff is EXPENSIVE and he's just smearing however. She teaches him how to do it properly but he says it makes him look "too girly".

Grant's picture is the only one in Slades wallet because he doesn't have to worry about putting him in danger anymore.

DON'T let Joey's "natural" pretty boy look fool you he has a 20 step skin routine and a 15 step hair routine and he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to start on his makeup.

He used to get the worst acne as a pre-teen and he has physically burned all the evidence except for one picture of him and Slade on a fishing trip when he was like thirteen, he doesn't know it exists and it's the only picture Slade consistently travels with.

He doesn't want to be the favorite but he would get mad if someone else was the favorite because what work were YOU even putting in for it.

He has 12 year old boy humor I fear. Giggles at dick jokes and has used his name to make "Joe Mama" jokes on various occasions.

Number one Mama's boy of all time, there's not a single time they've gone out in public together where they haven't had coordinated outfits. Him and Addie call biweekly to shit talk people and exchange recipes and the like.

Joey is THE biggest gossiper. He'll talk shit about people right in front of them if he's sure they don't know ASL and whoever is around just has to try not to laugh while they "translate" him.

He's so good at convincing people to do things for him just by looking at them with his big ol' eyes. And he's a theater kid so his expressions are really exaggerated.

Rose, my muse. I know canonically she's a smoker but I'm changing that to her being a vaper. I don't know she just looks like she'd beat the shit out of you for a cherry lemon cancer stick.

Energy drinks don't work on her in normal amounts so to rectify that she constantly walks around with horrific concoctions in a water bottle the size of her head.

She street races as R4V4G3R and she's pretty good at it. She learned a lot about cars doing it which is how Slade justified being an anonymous benefactor for her.

The few weeks Slade had her she ran that shit like the navy. Up at 6 AM on the dot, tight ass ponytail swaying as she got ready for school. She was out that door by 7:25 everyday and she would MAKE Slade violate traffic laws to get to school by 7:35.

Has bitten people before and will do it again.

Had the BIGGEST crush on Donna Troy when she was on the Teen Titans. She didn't know it then but she did. Her taste in women really hasn't changed at all.

Only has her grunge thing going on when she's planning on meeting people, average day outfit is all pastels and florals that her mom used to pick out for her.

Got pretty much all of Lili's stuff, her main apartment is always Immaculately decorated. She also lives in L.A. because literally fuck New York. She's trying to get her engineering degree in PEACE.

She looks up to Grant a lot, she really only has Joey's account of things and he only tells her the good stuff. How he was brave, and strong, and funny. When she was younger she really wanted to be like him, but that was the last thing Slade wanted. So obviously she named herself Ravager out of spite.

Rose is the shortest one in the family but she's buff as hell, my girl is built like a fridge and she knows it. Joey tried to rest his arm on her head one and she stabbed him. It didn't go through his armor obviously but it did leave a mildly annoying bruise that he pouted about for a week.

She low-key really likes Addie but she tends to stay away because of the whole "child of infidelity" thing. She HAS threatened to call Addie on Slade multiple times.

Grew up with a bunch of other kids so she never really wanted siblings, but she would kill for Joey. She'd like a sister though. Really misses her cousins and aunts from the brothel but doesn't want to put them in danger by talking to them.

She's fond of kids but wouldn't want her own because she doesn't want to bring a kid into the kinda life she has, or their family in general.

Routinely takes jobs from Slade because she knows full well he won't do shit. And she's right every time he makes it into a team up that usually ends with them fighting but sometimes, every once in a while, they do something nice together and it makes her remember why she wanted to find him so bad when she was 13.

I don't like her carving her eye out for Slade I thought the whole concept of her idolizing Slade was fucking stupid. She tolerates him at best. So I like to attribute it to her visions, I think the blind prophet symbolism is really fun. Especially because then we can have a Prometheus type situation where her eye patch keeps switching sides/sometimes she's not blind because she keeps carving them out in fits of Seer Madness™️ but they keep regenerating.

SHE HAS BROWN EYES HER EYES ARE BROWN I KNOW HER PERSONALLY PLEASE LET HER KEEP EVEN ONE OF HER ETHNIC FEATURES I BEG!!!

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theextratreefairy · 1 year

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Do you think you could write something about yandere tengen from demon slayer? I’m obsessed with him!

Same, honestly he and his wives can step on me and I would apologize, I would basically write anything for him. Since it was unclear if you also wanted the wives, I chose to write a meeting scene with yandere tengen Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, reader is weak compared Tengen, Reader curses like a sailor. Reader is fembodied but uses they/them pronoun. It's the first time I'm writing tengen, so please excuse my writing, gimme some advice and if you want some more. I headcannon that everybody in Tengen relathionship love each other, because thats how I view healthy poly relathionships. (All partners love each other and chose to be together)

A destined meeting

"You dropped this, my dear lady." Reader turned around as they were tapped on their shoulder. A man was holding out a packet of dried flowers that were wrapped in their handkerchief. "Thank you." Reader said curtly as the man looked hungerly at Reader. "My name is Uzui Tengen, what's yours?" Tengen questioned trying to engage in a conversation, Reader not wanting to be rude they answered: "My name is Reader, I use gender neutral terms."

"Oh my, I apologize." Reader took the dried flowers back and gave a polite smile. "It's quite alright, you didn't know." Tengen smiled brightly at Reader. "Could I perhaps treat you to a meal to make up for it?"

"Ah, it's really not a big deal, it's not like I am walking around with a sign saying I'm gender neutral." Reader tried as they waved their hands infront of them defensively. Tengen grabbed their hands and smiled brightly once again. "It's quite alright! To be honest, I hate eating alone, it would be a favor towards me really."

"Alright then." Reader relented, they couldn't say no to such a confession. "Arigato!" Tengen shouted happily and guided them to a small pop-up restuarant.

And with that Reader was now in a restuarant with Tengen. The two were eating in silence, Tengen asked a lot of personal questioned and they answered them honestly. But for some reason, it seemed like Tengen already knew those answers. "I got three wives." Tengen told Reader when Reader asked him about his family. "Wow, that's wow, how would they feel about you eating with me?"

"They wouldn't mind." Tengen answered. "They would most likely be excited."

"How come?"

"They want a new friend and a new added one to our relathionship." Tengen answered. "Ahh." Reader replied nodding, trying to shake the creepy feeling coming up. "Would you perhaps feel more comfortable meeting my wives?"

"I suppose, but it's not like we'll meet often, since you just wanted someone to eat food with." Reader rambled trying to get out of that.

"But my dearest Reader, this was a destined meeting."

"What?" Reader now couldn't shake this feeling. It was a feeling of danger. Tengen engulfed Reader in a hug and they felt a prick in their neck. They tried to push away but felt numb, their body was weaker then before. "Don't worry, me and my wifes will take care of you my dear."

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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One Sunrise at a Time

prompt: you have news for your husband.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.4k+

note: last in the series, my heart. got a thing for making 'bad boys' simps for their ladies - that's great shit right there. author has had too much coffee and can feel her heartbeat in her eyes.

warnings: cursing, mild angst, Daemon's a shitty husband and a dumb boy, but he's also a simp so super OC!Daemon, um, more baby-making smut, talk of difficult fertility journey, let's all run away from our problems.

previous: part five: Bright Light

Three years after your wedding night, and you still had not given your husband an heir; leaving a small divide between you both. You knew it stung at his pride that his seed will not take, and you grew worried that you were past your prime to bare children; where you both felt an obligation each month to couple, wait for results, and speak little.

By every God did it drive you insane. You wanted to be close to him, but Dameon busied himself while you took up post as 'Master of Whispers' for the King.

After 'the incident' that followed rumor of her virginity, he took your ear often to speak worries to you. And the young servants and orphans of the city passed word to you of their findings, dubbing them your Little Birds that like to tweet in your ear. You filtered what passed unto the King, wanting to take your Lord husband's ear, but was scarce in his appearance, and little did you get to his counsel.

However, you remained in Kings Landing for those three years, and you could tell it was wearing at Daemon's already limited patience. You passed time with Princess Rhaenyra, who you became quite close to in your time, and during court season, you still sponsored your step-sons; adamant on finding them suitable wives.

This season was going favorably, and Kase was courting Lord Stark's second daughter while Jamie was courting the young, but beautiful, (only) Lady Caldwell. You heard nothing from the Ladies Aline and Jocey, but you worried not for them, because Kase gave you every update possible. He liked taking afternoon teas with you, and you knew you'd miss him most.

"Mother!" Kase grinned, finding you in the gardens. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Oh, whatever for, my dear boy?" you asked gently, knowing damn well what the lad wanted.

"Might you... Accompany me?"

"Where?"

"Into the city," he nodded with a growing grin, bouncing on his toes to swish his long, dark hair around his face. "I need to visit the jeweler."

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to propose," he grinned, making you giggle and clap your hands.

"Oh, my boy! This is so exciting!"

"Oh! Isn't it!" He beamed with you, taking your hands tightly in his. "And I need your help picking a ring, mother."

"Yeah?"

"Please?"

"Of course," you nodded, "just let me stop off at my chambers, I will get money for the ring."

"No, I've plenty - "

"No, no, you're going to let me pay, and we're not going to let expense be a barrier. Please, I will do the same for Jamie," you whined. "'S no fun being a Princess if I can't spoil you."

Kase nodded, "Let us go now, I want to be back by sunset."

"When are you doing it? When are you asking?"

"I'm asking her father for permission tonight, I want to show Lord Stark the ring first. You know, show I can provide for his beloved daughter," he explained, making you nod with understanding. His arm was then offered to you as escort, whisking you away to your chambers, and when you both burst through the door in a fit of giggles, he straightened up first.

Your eyes cut over to see Daemon idling by a table, the Grand Maester at his side. "Oh, right," you breathed, turning to Kase, "love, go to the foyer, I'll meet you there in a few moments."

"Are you sure?"

"I forgot, but this is a prior commitment," you smiled, giving his forearm a squeeze. "Go on, I'll be right there."

"I'll wait with the guards," he nodded with assurance, offering a nod to the Grand Maester. Then, "Prince Daemon," and he was bowing out of the room, closing it behind him.

You sighed gently, nearing the pair with your fingers twiddling nervously. "Is there any change?" You asked diplomatically to the Maester.

His old eyes shot between both you and your husband, "Well, I ran the tests, just as I usually do..."

"Is there any change?" You repeated firmly.

"No, Princess. Not this month, apparently..."

"Right," you nodded, waving him off, "then we are adjourned. Something is... Wrong with my womb," you hesitated to admit, feeling jarred by the notion as Daemon would not meet your eyes. So, you stared at the quivering Maester.

"Well, we could try other methods," the Grand Maester explained, making your throat bob. "I can bring a list of options later, or we can go over them now, if either of you are prepared to hear them?"

"No, later will be fine," you assured, sniffling after, and clearing your throat. "Thank you, Grand Maester, again... That will be all, thank you," You moved for the door, opening it with meaning; the old man glancing at your husband, who remained quiet, and did not look up from the table's top.

"My Prince," the Grand Maester nodded, shuffling out of the room, "Princess."

"Thank you," you whispered again, the door shutting firmly after. You did not look at Daemon as you moved for the safe you kept, drawing a velvet draw-string bag of Gold Dragons to your possession as Daemon remained stoically still.

"Where are you going with that?" He asked, eyeing you wearily.

"We agreed to pay for Kase and Jamie's engagement rings, did we not?" You asked gently.

"Right," he nodded. "Kase is ready then, is he?"

"He is."

"Right..."

You paused before deciding on changing your shoes, finally bucking up the courage to speak as you did so, "I'm sorry, you know."

"What for?"

"For being unable to give you a child," you admitted meekly, staring at the laces you did up tightly. "I did not - if I knew, I would not have - I would not have married you."

"No?"

"No," you answered definitively, tying off the laces of your boots before standing and settling your purse to your person. "I will understand if you do not wish to continue this marriage with me, as you were anticipating a healthy, functioning wife."

Your bitter, vile words marred your face as you hastened for the door, but his hands were like a stranger's grabbing your upper arm. You gasped lightly as you turned almost in shock, back against the door as he looked down at you with something akin to anger.

"Why do you speak such words?" He asked in High Valyrian.

"Because it's true, isn't it?"

"You are deeply mistaken," he shook his head, "because nothing about your ability to bare me children has ever influenced my want to marry you."

"That is laughable, for you fuck me like it's a chore, barely share my bed, only half-way look at me, and have been avoiding me like-like-like the plague, or something! As if I have Grey Scale!" You emotions tipped and tears filled your eyes, cascading past your waterline. "As if your mind is far from your body, and Gods only know where that is!"

"Sweetheart - "

"No, I needed you!" You sobbed. "I needed my husband, and it was like you couldn't even look at me! Be in a room with me! Share my bed - hold me in your arms! My God, Daemon, when was the last time you told me you loved me?"

His mouth opened before his brows furrowed, expression falling, "I fear I do not know."

"See?" You sniffled. "It's like I am not here, like we are not truly married, and my heart hurts, Daemon. I do not want this for us, so, if this is the grounds you use, being that I am barren, then use it, and cut us both free. I'm sorry. I really am, Daemon, please, I did not intend for this to happen. I did not know."

"Please, do not apologize to me, and let me offer my own," he shook his head, shame taking his features. "I have no excuse for myself - "

"Are you here now?" You begged.

"Yes," he swore.

"Then come with us to pick a ring, spend the day with me, please. I miss you so much, I am so fucking sad and by Gods, do I feel so alone."

"No, I am here now, pet," he promised. "I'm so sorry I was absent, but I'm here, I'm with you. I'm so sorry. Fuck, my dove, I'm sorry you feel alone."

"I'm sorry I'm not pregnant," you whispered, your hands moving to press to your empty womb; his hands laying over yours.

"No matter what is to pass, you are everything I need, and more. Everything I need, all I have ever wanted. Look at me, please," he asked quietly, forehead resting on yours as your eyes slowly rose - forcing them apart. "I have loved you everyday I've known you, and nothing will change that. No child will make me care more or less for you, because you're perfect for me, poppet."

"I don't want to be alone..."

"We will never be alone," he promised, kissing your forehead. "The Grand Maester will bring us options..."

"I want to give you a natural child," you whimpered.

"The Gods will decide, but for now... I could stand taking my duties as husband a little more seriously. You have felt unloved and I took vows to never let you go a day like that - I will resolve this."

You nodded, lifting your hands to pet over his chest, "Please just stay with me today. I feel like a fucking failure - not only as a wife, but as a woman."

"You are fare from a failure," he swore, switching back to the Common Tongue to prove how serious his words were.

"Then why can I not give you a child?"

"Because the Gods have not deemed it so," he sighed. "I am disappointed, yes, but nothing makes me love you less. I'm sorry I've neglected you."

"Be with me now, maybe buy me something pretty, and all is forgiven."

"Deal," he agreed with a small chuckle, sliding his hand over your cheek. "I love you. Fuck, dove, I love you so much."

You nodded, tears still falling, "I love you, too. So much so, Daemon, that being away from you hurts. As annoying and pathetic as that might be."

"Hey, no," he hushed you gently. "Never again will you know that pain for I will not be the cause of it any longer," he promised, pressing a searing-hot kiss to your salty wet lips. "Now, when is Jamie proposing?"

"I don't know yet, we're worrying about Kase today," you nodded, nuzzling your nose to his.

So lead to Daemon preparing for your day, lacing your fingers together as he escorted you to the foyer. Kase was waiting patiently, smirking when he saw the pair of you approach, "Ha! I knew it."

"What?"

"That he would be joining us," Kase grinned now. "Everything's good now?"

"Yes, we are resolved," you assured. "And we're dedicated to finding you a ring, so, shall we?"

He sighed, "She deserves something pretty. You know?"

"Pretty is a great start," you smirked, Daemon's hand tightening. "It's what Daemon's going for today, too."

"Yeah? You're in the market?" Kase wondered.

"For anything my wife wants," Daemon nodded, leading the way out of the Red Keep. "She's been without something new for far too long."

"I want to be able to do that," Kase sighed. "Like, my wife's sad? I can just up and buy her a new ring, or necklace, or whatever, and she's okay."

"In all honesty, I'd be happy with flowers from the gardens," you chuckled, "but my husband is dramatic, Kase, and likes to spend money."

"Only on you," he assured, tugging you in closer. "So, Kase, any idea where to start?"

"Something shiny?"

"Oh, he's helpless," your husband teased, to the enjoyment of your step-son.

"So, tell me," Kase muttered when you finally stepped off castle grounds - half a dozen Gold Cloaks at your flank, "what news did the Maester bring?"

"I am not pregnant," you admitted with indignation, trying to remain passive - as if this whole situation didn't cause your skin to crawl.

"Yet," Daemon tacked on with encouragement, "because in truth, lad," he told Kase, "I have not been as diligent in my duties as a husband as I should be."

"Meaning?"

"We don't fuck nearly enough - but that is set to change," he eased with a smirk; you hand smacking his stomach playfully.

"Well, you actually don't spend any time with me," you pointed out, feeling silly admitting it aloud. "Might we... I don't know, move along to another subject? How are matters with the Lady Stark, Kase?"

"Well, Jamie and I spoke of it, and if the Ladies agreed to it, have a duel wedding here with you before we return home. My Lady's father gifted her a small stead near Winterfell... I think we might move there after the ceremony."

"And Jamie?"

"Would still be Lord, only, married, and no longer in the capital," Kase paused to consider, "with very little reason to return to this city."

Pointing that out seemed to set you off some, though you did not let it show. The idea was that both lads were to marry this season, and Daemon was antsy to escape Kings Landing for across the Narrow Sea seemed like a terribly convenient coincidence. Daemon's been more than gracious to let you linger as you did, but now that the truth was tangibly verbalized about your boys leaving and not returning, Gods, did it sting!

Daemon and Kase asked one another a few questions back and forth in further effort to know one another, your feet and lower back starting to ache. Perhaps you were to start your cycle soon...

Time through the city drug only because it was evident Kase was 'forcing' time between you and your husband by going the long routes through market stalls. By the time you arrived at the jewelers, all 6 Gold Cloaks were holding items bought because you had so simply as 'gazed fondly at it.'

And he was even worse in the jeweler, though you talked him down to only one item - be it a ring, or heavy necklace, so solid gem broach... With reluctance, Dameon agreed, and the pair of you focused on helping Kase make his decisions. Your husband advised he simply go with whatever spoke to his heart, but it was evident the lad was becoming overwhelmed.

So, you stepped up, and together, pieced together what he thought would be suitable for his bride-to-be. Daemon watched with a smirk, gazing over other options for anything he found intriguing for you, but paused when Kase exclaimed, "AH-HA! YES!"

"Kase!" You scolded.

"Sorry, sorry," he winced, looking from you, to the jeweler, then to Daemon, "sorry. I just... I think I found the one!"

"Let's see it, lad," Daemon nodded, clasping the young Lord's shoulder and looking at what he held. "Befitting for a young woman so beautiful as your bride. It will do nicely - yes, we'll take it," he assured the salesman.

"Gems are imported from Qaarth."

"Where before?" You wondered.

"No idea," the man admitted. "But it's real nice, yeah?"

"It is, please, set it aside for us," you nodded to the man, then pointed to a pretty, solid gold necklace that held a plaque that looked as if it could be carved into. "And might I see that, please?"

"Course," the man mumbled, and the necklace was produced for your hands to examine.

"If I gave you script, could you engrave this for me?"

"Anything you'd like, Princess," he nodded in agreement.

"I'll send the instructions with a lad later," you smiled. "We'd like those two items - might we settle the debt now?"

"If you'd like, of course."

"I'd like to, yes," you nodded from the salesman to your Lord husband. "Daemon? Love?"

"Right," he sighed, pulling the money pouch from his belt after fearing that if you carried it, it would encourage violence against you. "What's the number then?"

As the two talked price, Kase was beaming as he examined his ring choice - glancing at you, and making you prompt, "She'll be blown away."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," you assured. "It's a beautiful selection, she's going to just die when she sees it. And her father will not think you lowly, but capable of providing for his daughter."

"But what if... What if I can't?" Kase mumbled, turning to you. "What if I screw up so bad, it can't be fixed, and she leaves me - or whatever have you!? I fear I am only a second son and hold no land or titles, but that my brother does, and so long as he draws breath, I have nothing..."

"Kase..."

"No, no, just that I want to be with the Lady Stark - even on her homestead, if it means being away from you all... But what if I ruin it?"

"You won't," you spoke with assurance.

"So quick to - "

"I know you, Kase, get out of your head," you advised as Daemon paid that debt owed. Kase sighed and thanked the jeweler, following Daemon from the shop, after you.

The entire walk back through town, Kase worried he wasn't good enough for Lady Stark - and Daemon was far too amused when the boy asked him for help. Daemon's solution? To take the lad to a tavern, but you weren't sure.

"C'mon, Mum, it'll cap off a great day," Kase encouraged. "And we can get drunk! It's a win-win!"

You chuckled, "You're aware of what we've on our person?"

"Yes, yes, but no one would dare cross the Prince of the City!"

Heaving a sigh, you glanced around to the Gold Cloaks. "Can we trust you to bring this all back to our chamber and lock the door?" You asked them, handing over the engagement ring but Kase lunged for it.

"Wait!"

"Oh, hell no," you snapped, taking the ring and pointing a warning finger, "I've been to enough taverns in my life to watch men gamble away whatever be in their pockets - and I will not jeopardize this ring! It's going to our room to be locked up, hmm?"

"Well," he looked nervous.

"I trust these men," Daemon nodded, "and if they choose to steal from us, or to vary from whatever my wife asks, they know the extent to which I will take to punish them."

"Oh, Daemon," you swatted at him, "you do not need to threaten everyone!"

"How would they know I'm serious?"

You sighed, handing the ring over. "Please?"

"Of course, Princess," one of the guardsman assured. "You've a key?"

"Yes, you can lock it, I've a way in for us," you smiled lightly, nodding as they took their leave. "Are we sure?" You asked Kase and Daemon.

"About the tavern? Yes - c'mon," Kase groaned, tugging you forward as Daemon quickly swooped in behind you. The tavern was relatively lively for the middle of the afternoon, but you were not one to offer judgement as Daemon was greeted calmly, happily...

Like you would a friend.

Your hand found his quickly out of nervousness, lacing together as Kase went for the bar to open a tab and Daemon secured a table by shooing off the residents of the back corner booth.

"Look here, position is everything," he mumbled, guiding you into a seat with him beside you; stuck like glue, "and from here we've the advantage."

"Should we even be here?"

"We're all right," he assured softly. "But if you are uncomfortable, my dove, we will leave."

"No," you sighed, peering around him to the bar, spying Kase talking with animation to the bartender, "he looks excited. But do you frequent this bar?"

"I do," he nodded. "'S why I brought us here, the security is under my payment right now... But I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What would that be?"

His fingers gently pinched your chin, sighing almost sadly, "How would you feel about leaving Westeros?"

"Not just Kings Landing?"

He nodded, "I'd take us across the Narrow Sea."

"Oh," you breathed, nodding slowly. "Well, that's something... When do you want to leave?"

"After the lads are married, so, the end of the season?"

You worried slightly, "Is that enough time?"

"We've three months, dove," he nodded, petting down your cheek, "and in truth, we've no more attachments here... Let us leave," he breathed against your lips, puckering his to kiss you. "Let us be done, we'll get away from the city."

"See the world?" You smirked some.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go," he nodded. "Maybe getting away from the city will give us the stress-free environment we'll need to conceive a child."

"You think that's our issue?" You sighed, lacing your hand with his to lean your chin on his shoulder. His own head tilted to caress your forehead.

"Perhaps," he alluded, "but we still have to hear the Maester out."

"Right..."

"Come on, pet, there's hope still," he nodded, kissing your forehead. "And perhaps we see the world instead," he chuckled some, "I don't think I'd mind that. Traveling the world with you?"

"What if we have children?"

"Hey?"

"Wouldn't you want your children to have dragon eggs?"

He sighed, "We can talk logistics later, but yes, I would... It is their birth right," one of his arms was around your back, the other flattening his palm to your stomach. "The Gods will bless us one day."

"But no harm in practicing?" You teased, leaning up to peck his lips quickly. "I fear it's been too long since I've loved you properly, husband."

"Make that my burden," he shook his head, glancing up as his hips shifted when one of your hands laid on his thigh, "and I will make it up to you when we get back - ah!" He hissed when you boldly palmed his crotch before casually settling your arms at his hips when Kase returned to the table, carrying two jugs of ale and three cups stacked on his head. "Devilish woman," he mocked in your ear.

"Here, here!" Kase laughed, setting the jugs down as he dodged around to keep the cups on his head.

"Kase - good Gods!" You laughed, helping him.

"C'mon, we're here for a good time," he laughed in return.

"Are you drunk already?" Daemon perked a stoic brow, but you saw the mischief stretch across his face as a smirk.

"Yes," Kase nodded rapidly, pouring the ale for you all. "The lads at the bar were happy to hear of my impending engagement!"

"Oh, sweetheart," you chuckled lightly, giving Daemon's thigh a squeeze - making him jolt a bit - but Kase didn't notice because you asked, "sure they weren't hitting on you?"

"Really? On me?" He gaped, taking his seat finally, gulping his ale. "No, no, no, it was... No, it was harmless!"

"Mhm," you smirked.

"They were kindly!"

"Okay, okay!" You relented, "So, we are celebrating this afternoon. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Yes," he slurred, "why won't her father give his permission?"

"Wait," you perked up, "did you already ask?"

"Mhm, weeks ago," he waved off between gulps of mind-numbing-ale. "But he said no, but let me continue to court her... So, I thought the ring would show I am the man for her!"

"Oh, wow," you nodded from under Daemon's arm now tossed around your shoulders, "well, that's, uh... Wow..."

"Lad, you've nothing to worry over," Daemon assured, "because there is no other for his daughter, hey? Obviously it is a love-match, and she is adamant on her end that he's not been able to force her to court others. He will not limit his daughter's happiness, yet I would argue you were smart in thinking the ring would help."

"You think it will?"

"Yes," Daemon nodded.

"Hmm," he considered, skulling his drink in full. Daemon chuckled in your ear, nuzzling into your neck, as if three years of slowly drifting apart hadn't been overcome in an afternoon at the jewelers. Your mind began to drift with ideas of how to get him back, and as Kase was enraptured with telling a story, you started to slowly palm Daemon's growing bulge. You felt his thighs tighten, but his throat bobbed to keep his cool - eyes set on Kase's overly animated storytelling movements.

"Dove," Daemon warned under his breath when you pulled the strings of his trousers loose.

"Sh," you cooed, sliding your fingers along his girth to reposition and give a few slow tugs with the table being the only cover between his bare cock and prying eyes.

His breathing shifted but he kept his cool, your hand needing to keep at an angle to protect his cock from the under belly of the table. Kase had shifted his attention half to those who would listen, Daemon's jaw steeling - hips sinking into the seat to keep from bucking. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, stifling a groan.

"Good boy," you purred, giving his shaft a squeeze as his tip leaked. "Always a good boy for me, hmm?"

"Yes," he panted, head bowed to yours again - and to anyone looking over, they would think twice about bothering you. "Just for you."

"Don't cum, save it for my cunt," you switched your tongue to High Valyrian. "Hold it, my Prince."

"Enough," he growled, literally smacking your hand away and instantly tucking himself back into his trousers. Nobody paid you any mind as he stood and gathered you from the booth, then hoisting Kase's arm over his shoulders. "Come on," he told you, "hold onto me."

Your hand latched onto his belt as he had full-hold of Kase. The tavern had grown in patron numbers, forcing a part in the crowd for you as you moved. On the street, Kase started singing, and Daemon kept a wobbly hold on him. When you return to the Keep, luckily, you didn't run into anyone important on your way to deposit the Lord in his chambers - you returning to your chambers, and finding the door locked and all the shopping left in the room.

Good, everything was where it should be.

You were sorting through the day's shopping when Daemon returned, who was then instantly on you with his mouth open to your neck; hands bunching up your skirts as his swollen cock was rutted into the round of your arse.

"Daemon," you gasped, hands bracing on the mattress of your bed as he finally gained access to your cunt, groaning in satisfaction when his fingers met your wet hole.

"I need this," he panted, yanking his cock free to run up and down your slick, and then push in. You both gasped in relief, your chest falling to the bed as his pressed to your back; humping into you as you let him take you as he wanted. "Wanted you in my mouth first but fuck - I couldn't wait."

"Harder, Daddy," you begged, clutching your sheets with desperation.

"Yeah, that's right, fucking beg for me," he encouraged, lifting off of your to piston his hips almost painfully. "Yes, my dove, fuck, take it all. Make me a Daddy, please, please, dove. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck - "

"Fucking cum in me, please," you begged, "I need it - I need to be full."

"Keep talking."

"Let me make you a Daddy, please," you yelped, whining into the sheets before yelping when his hand slapped over your arse cheek. "Fuck me harder, please, I need it so bad!"

"Take it then," He barked, one foot up on the mattress for leverage, hands wrapped around your neck and into your hair. You whined wantonly as he grit his teeth and jack-hammered forward into you with desperation. "FUCK!"

He came with a shout, coming to a standstill as his balls emptied into you; leaving him to rut boyishly into you as his lungs stuttered for air. You were panting as well, letting one elbow hold you up as the other reached up to pet over his cheek. "Someone can't last like before, hey?"

"Oh, you wicked woman," he laughed lightly, breath fanning across the back of your neck before his face was nuzzling there. "Got me worked up in public - I'm surprised I lasted that long." You laughed in return, your legs shaking slightly. "On the bed, pet. I don't want you off it for the next few days."

"Daemon," you whined when he pulled out of you suddenly, legs giving way with a small whoop of surprise.

"I got you," he rushed, catching your body; arms tight around your waist to gently pull you up with him. "Easy," he smirked, "if you're feeling it now, you're in for a long weekend, my dove."

"Gods," you laughed, pulling yourself onto the mattress. "You know, we're going to have to talk..." He sighed when you turned to face him, his fists propping him up on either side of your hips. "Can't just hump our way through this."

"We can't?"

"Daemon."

"I know," he sighed, dropping his forehead to the crook of your neck. "But what is there to say? Besides I am sorry..."

"I fear that if we leave, you will become distracted. My love, we do not have allies outside the Capital City, and I could not bare your same behavior in strange lands."

He sighed, pausing to pull back and pull the rest of his clothes off; stepping out of his boots, too, before reaching for you. He focused on pulling your dress and boots off, almost weakly palming your bare breast before speaking, "I have not been a very good husband, and I know that now, and I cannot apologize enough. But I can try to rectify the situation, and to do that, I suppose I could try harder to prove I love you."

"I know you do," you sighed, leaning back to your pillows, guiding him with you as you took under the covers. "But what happened to us?"

He sighed, deflating into the pillows beside you and pulling you into his chest. "In truth, pet... I fear it is me who is the problem of our infertility..."

"What?" You wondered, looking up at him, confusion knitting your brows together.

He sighed, "Ah, my dove... There are written accounts that sometimes, fertility issues do not fall upon the woman only. Sometimes... It can be the man who struggles to sire an heir."

"Oh," you breathed, pushing further into his embrace. "No, my love, I do not think it's you."

"No - "

"Love, look at me," you frowned, titling his head down towards you. "Sometimes, when a woman takes Moon Tea for an extended period of time, it can... I don't know, alter the state of her womb."

Daemon winced, "If I waited, you wouldn't ever have had need to take the tea..."

"Okay, are we going to go in circles about who's fault this is? Or accept it for reality?" You sighed. "What're we going to do if we don't have a family - and what if we do?"

"It's to be figured out as we go," he sighed against your forehead; cradling you closer. "I just want us gone from the City, my dove."

You sighed, "Then swear to me that you will not put me through this again."

"I'm going to show you I can be the man who deserves you," he swore, leaning in to nuzzle your nose. "No talk of dramatic means; I am yours, and you are mine."

"Would you be honest with me?"

"Of course."

"Have you been visiting the taverns and brothels?"

"Only the taverns," he frowned. "There's been many a night I find myself waking in the stable after drinking far too much."

"Ah, sweetheart..."

"I know," He groaned lightly, readjusting. "Come, nap with me."

You pouted lightly, "You don't want to fuck me again?"

His head, which was settling on your chest, shot up in shock as he eyed you almost wearily. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"Fuck," he whispered, leaning up to latch his mouth onto your own - leading into another frenzied baby-making session.

Months later, you had married both of your step-sons off, and within days, Daemon had approached you regarding your departure.

He made no move to explain to his family where he was heading, choosing to instead latch your shared belongings to Caraxes' saddle as if to just disappear. But as fate would have it, when you approached him with confidence to hand off the last of your rucksacks, you were startled when Caraxes swung his head around to look at you with a great, heaving, cocking-with-curiosity head.

"D-Daemon?" You worried, hands held up in defense as the dragon's muzzle neared you; giving a great heave against your stomach. "Daemon, what is happening? What's he doin', love? Oh, this feels strange, what do I do!?"

"It's all right, you're all right," Daemon soothed, coming behind you to pose as a backboard as the scaly beast nuzzled into you. The power behind the movements jostled you some, but against your husband's chest, you were better secured.

"What's he doing?" You wondered again with greater fear.

Daemon's hands moved to hold over your hips, peering over your shoulder to watch the great beast breath against your belly. "Dove?"

"Hmm?" Your hands were still held up in defense.

"Have you bled this month?"

You paused, glancing up at him slowly, "Not to my knowledge."

"Last month?"

"No... I don't think I remember my last cycle," you admitted, looking up at him with widened eyes. "Does this mean what I think?"

"He's protective of you," he pointed out, sighing after. "No use in getting our hopes up right now. You've been to the Maester, yes?"

"Yes," you nodded, Caraxes growling when Daemon tried to pull you back. "O-Oh, okay," you sighed, gently holding his head to placate the beast, "okay, all right. Shh, shh. Okay, there yah go."

Daemon finished tacking the saddle, watching the pair of you for a moment longer than he would've usually allowed. Something stirred in his gut, and for some reason, he pondered, "What if we left in the morning?"

"Daemon," you sighed, "a single night makes no difference. We want to cross the Sea before night fall, yes?"

He nodded, "One last night here..."

"What are you hoping to achieve?"

Daemon again neared you, glancing up at Caraxes, whilst the beast purred. "There is a feeling I cannot shake."

"What feeling?"

"That we are missing something."

"Not per se," you sighed, patting the underside of the dragon's chin. "What do you think we're missing, love?"

Your eyes closed when Daemon's forehead met your temple, a beat passing, before he admitted, "An egg..." His hand slid across your lower belly to cradle it, "for the babe?"

"Daemon, you just - I'm not - look," you sighed through your nose, feeling frustrated, "it's been over three years, and it's not happened. Perhaps we just let nature take course, yes? Stop trying so bloody hard?"

He sighed, dare you say it, sadly.

"Give us tonight... Let me search for any eggs Syrax might be hoarding..."

You sighed, shifting on your feet. "Everything's packed already."

"We'll make do for the night," he tried.

"If I agree, might I go nap? Or do you want me with you?"

"No, you go rest," he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple. Yet when he let go, Caraxes whined and had to be held at bay while you made your way back to the Keep. Though, while Demon descended into the Dragon's Lair, you rushed for the Maester's chambers to pound rapidly.

"Princess!" He gasped when he opened the door to your tearful face.

"I-I need another test, Maester..."

"My Lady, it has been months since our last exam - "

"Hence why I need one now," you frowned, wiping your cheeks of tears. "Please."

"Of course, come in, come in," he ushered you, moving about his chambers to prepare his tools and herbs. You gave urine, blood, and spit; waiting impatiently as the Maester prodded around your stomach, ran his tests...

And by the end, he was blinking in near shock. "Well?" You demanded, exhausted by the long day of tests - but you knew Daemon would not be back for hours more.

How wrong you were - but first, the Maester turned with tears in his aged eyes. "M-My Princess... You are with child - without a doubt. I'd wager some eight or nine weeks in? Perhaps ten," he nodded, consulting his exam results. "Yes, just shy of three months, probably when we stopped our exams, yes, yes... Have you had symptoms?"

"I don't... Know?"

"All right," he sighed, "your blood?"

"I cannot remember my last cycle," you admitted with a nod.

"Hunger?"

"Some," you shrugged.

"Mood swings?"

"Well, perhaps no more than usual..."

"And have you any pain in your breasts?"

Sighing, you shrugged, "They are tender, yes, but that's not..."

"It is," he nodded softly. "But I'd wager you're ten weeks in, you'll start to notice your belly swelling soon."

You blinked a few times, "You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

"I'm pregnant...?"

"You are."

"I'm gonna have a baby?"

"Finally," he teased gently, smiling brightly at you. "What joyous news, Princess."

"Well... I... I do not know what to say," you whispered, feeling panic swell in your chest. "M-Might you send for my handmaiden? H-Her name's Mary, please, Maester, I am feeling overwhelmed."

"Just breathe," he nodded, moving for the door to send for Mary. As you waited, he lead you through breathing exercises; trying to quell your worry before Mary was bursting through the door.

"What's this?" She worried, rushing forward.

"I-I am pregnant," you told her, taking her hands tightly, "an-and I fear I am panicking."

"Do you want me to get your husband?"

"He's in the Dragon's Lair."

"No? I swore I saw him making for your room," she cocked her head, squeezing your hands. "Why are you panicking?"

"B-Because I am not - I do not - for fuck's sake, I don't know in full, but I am scared."

"Of what - "

"Of the birth!" You yelped, tears filling your eyes. "My Gods, they whisper about the Targaryen Curse but I thought it was just me - and that I could not bare children. But now... Fuck's sake."

"Okay, breathe," the Grand Maester advised. "This stress is not good for the baby, you'll have to take that into account the next few months, as you grow the babe."

"Fuck's sake," you snapped as you wept, latching onto Mary as she shot a glare at the Maester.

"Yes, okay, thank you!" She snapped, waving him off. "My Lady, listen to me," she sighed softly, caressing you in comfort, "you are not of Targaryen blood, and that can yet work in your favor when carrying a Targaryen child. Ease your mind, my Lady, you are not doing yourself favors with this stress."

You tried to calm down, but she was still petting your hair as you wept. But then, something in your mind snapped in place, "D-Did you say you saw my husband?"

"Yes, on my way here," she nodded.

"All right," you sniffled and wiped your face, "I-I need to go to him."

"Go," she encouraged, "but allow me to be the first to say - holy fucking shit! You're pregnant! Oh, my Gods, I'm so happy for you! Congratulations!"

You giggled lightly and hugged her tightly, letting her yank you off the exam table to lightly hop around in an excited hug. "I am blessed," you whispered into the hug. "Thank you, my friend."

"Truly!" She squealed. "Oh, no, but does this mean you're still leaving?"

"Let's find out," you breathed, squeezing her hands and moving for the door after. She held your hand as you moved for your chambers, but before you got there, she let go and insisted you talk to your husband alone. With tears in your eyes, you pushed the door to your chambers open, calling, "Daemon?"

"Dove?" He answered from the chair resting at the table's edge, his wrist flourishing as he wrote on parchment, almost sighing with relief. "Where have you been?" He glanced at you. "Thought you were napping, and I come here, you're not in bed."

"I've been - "

"Never mind that! Why are you crying!? Who did it?" He demanded, jumping to his feet and trying to take your face in his hands.

"Why're your hands covered in ash?" You dodged, holding his wrists, easing him back into the chair. "Did you find an egg, my love?"

"I did," he breathed, grinning shyly.

"Good," you nodded while blinking rapidly down at him, gently caressing the side of his cheek to pull his gaze up to meet yours, "because it will lie in our child's crib, finally."

His gaze met yours slowly before realization coated his features, almost gaping at you, "Truly?"

"Daemon," you spoke slowly, taking either of his hands in your own to pull them to rest on your waist, "we're going to have a baby."

"You're pregnant?"

"I'd like to think we are, but yes, I am pregnant."

"Finally," he breathed, leaning forward to caress your stomach with a grin, laughing some after. "Oh, thank the Gods - well, no, thank you, my beautiful wife."

You smiled and caressed his head, keeping him close as he leaned back a little; arms tight round you, legs spreading, and keeping you set between them. He sighed deeply, nuzzling your belly.

"A blessing, is it not?"

"It is," you whispered, petting down his neck. "See what happens when we don't try so hard?"

He chuckled, his breath felt across your lower tummy. "Oh, my sweet wife... How I celebrate you."

"How I celebrate us," you smirked.

He gave a gentle nibble to your belly before lifting his gaze; chin laid to your stomach with his arms tightly around your hips to keep you in place. "I love you, thank you for this. I-I don't know what else to say."

"We've a long way to go, you might not be thanking me yet," you chuckled nervously, but Daemon saw through you. He sighed and leaned back more, guiding you to his lap to sit.

"What is it, sweet girl? Hmm? What's on your pretty little mind?"

You frowned a bit, leaning into his shoulder to caress his cheek and jaw; lowering your voice to mumble into his skin, "I am afraid."

"Of?"

"The birthing..."

"Ah," he sighed, tightening his hold on you. "I see... I will ensure the best midwives and Maesters are at your chambers."

"I need only one promise from you."

"You need only ask it."

"You'll be there with me. In the room, even. You will not leave me to do this alone..."

Daemon tightened his grip on you, pressing a kiss to the column of your neck. "You will not be alone, pet. Never in this. I am here with you, and I will be here until the end. You will not be apart from me, and I will not leave you alone in this."

"Thank you," you whispered, holding onto him tightly. He sighed lightly, nuzzling into your neck as tears surfaced. "I'm scared, Daemon."

"I've got you," he assured, tightening his hold. "You're not alone, dove. Not now or ever, I'm so sorry, pet, for how I was before. But it's gonna be different," he whispered, kissing at your jaw after, "I do swear this to you, my sweet wife, 's all gonna be so different."

You nodded, petting through his hair, "All right... All right, so, how about we go share the good news? Have one last dinner with family? And in the morning, we make for Pentos? Or Essos?"

He smirked, "It's a surprise first."

You sighed lightly, "Of course it is. What do you say?"

He sighed, nodding mutely. "A fantastic idea, dove, but let me bask in this moment first." Readjusting in his lap, you easily curled under his chin and let your eyes close. "I love you."

With a smile matching his, you swore, "I love you, too."

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“Tedious business dinners and dull conversations leave you feeling bored. Good thing you have your husband by your side, who just so happens to be way too weak for your touches. Soon you and Jungkook find yourselves in a game of perseverance, secrecy and temptation.”

~ Requested by @seagulljk ~

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, mommy kink, My Queen as a title, she calls him toy for this roleplay, public fumbling, secret groping of his dick & butt, thigh grinding, almost sex in the bathroom, exhibitionism kink, getting walked in on, very needy Koo who tries to be professional, she gets him so needy, slight choking, breath play if you squint, finally a playroom scene, they are both in attire, lingerie & high heels for her, leather body harness for him, latex gloves, kneeling, shoe kissing, a riding crop is involved, slight examination play, handjobs, cockring with attached anal beads, use of a spreader bar, bondage to the bed, he has his legs in the air, use of a prostate vibrator, edging & orgasm denial, oral (f. & m.receiving), face sitting, 69ning, spit kink, lotsa praising, she calls him slut in a loving way, koo has a voice kink, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, squirting, tears of pleasure, Jungkook is deep in subspace omg, the softest aftercare

Wordcount: 13.9k

a/n: Happy birthday my love!! Gosh, I really do hope that you have an awesome day and that this lil story is a worthy enough present! As you can see by the long list of warnings & wordcount I kinda escalated 🥴 love you lots and lots! ❤

Tonight's dinner was a Plus One situation. Jungkook was the recipient of the invitation and you were his lovely date. It was quite the boring dinner, so you soon had to realise when you found yourself in a rooftop restaurant with twelve high-ranking businessmen and their twenty years younger Plus Ones. Now, now you are being unfair here, there were also the two or three businessmen of your age group, but the average age said something else.

They had one thing in common however, they all possessed knowledge about topics you were thoroughly not interested in and had too much time to discuss said topics.

It was the fifth course. Lobster in a perfectly balanced sauce. The food was delicious, conversation was still boring.

You know that Jungkook was bored too, but that he acted interested.

"You don’t say?" he gasps, "I would have never even thought of that."

One of his younger associates (and the official host of tonight's dinner) just told him about a method of increasing one's stocks tenfold. Or something along that line, you honestly aren’t paying attention. They could very well be talking about yellow cows and you would take in just as little.

You huff out air secretly. You just want to go home and change into comfy clothes and then chill on the couch with a stupid horror movie on.

Jungkook laughs. Two other men follow and their dates give a little polite chuckle before returning to their task of looking at their phones. They seem just as bored as you are.

You hate this. Not only because it is boring as fuck, but also because you know exactly how you and your fellow women are seen tonight. Trophy wives. That’s what you are to most of those men. Just a pretty piece of meat to show off that their wrinkly dicks could still get some. You know men like them. Old fuckers with their rancid dicks who get something out of fucking women who could be their daughter. You've had to suck too many of those guys' dicks in your past that you have developed a certain distaste for them these days. You know how they think. They don’t see women as people, but as nice tits, a wet pussy and a good ass. Also some easy way to manipulate young minds.

And tonight you are exactly that. A pretty piece of meat.

Now, you must mention that you are aware that Jungkook does not see you as such, but that he is genuinely happy to have you with him. You are also pretty sure that Mister Yung sees his lady as such as well, given how you are still plagued by the memory of you having to run in on them heavily groping each other in the bathroom between the second and third course. They currently act as if nothing ever happened, but avoid your eye contact at all times. You also have a gist that the connection between Mister Yashima and his wife Yoko is very real. They have been secretly holding hands under the table for most of the night, thinking nobody would notice. But you did. You notice when people try to be sneaky.

Just like rancid old Mister Choi right now as he is trying to slip his hand under his lady's dress. Oh here she comes. And fought off successfully. You stifle a laugh, flitting your eyes back to your food.

The next course has been served. Vegetables. They look delicious. Taste delicious too.

Jungkook turns to you now that the conversation is finished. He lets his eyes run over your features until you sneak a glance his way. He smiles sweetly and leans closer.

"Do you like the food?" he asks you.

"Yeah, it’s so good", you say with your mouth stuffed.

"Here", Jungkook places a few of his vegetables on your plate, "you can have some of mine."

"But that’s your food."

"It's alright, I don’t really like asparagus."

"Really?"

He nods his head.

"Thanks babe, you’re the best."

He grins cutely and turns away again as someone else started a conversation with him and your terribly long evening continues.

You have reached your first dessert by now. Something with cognac cream. You are eating both servings because Jungkook didn’t want to risk it. You don’t mind, you promised that in return Jungkook could have your second dessert as this promises to include hazelnuts, which you don’t enjoy.

Jungkook is talking again, saying words you know are important but are so terribly boring for you. Especially now when you finished your cognac creams and have nothing to do.

Your legs touch. It feels electric, forcing your eyes to flit down. You know from just a look that it was an involuntary touch. Jungkook is opening and closing his legs in a mindless wiggle. Something he does when he is either lost in conversation or lost in his own little world. And it’s fascinating to you tonight. Truly, you are already so deprived of entertainment that you find it in Jungkook's little habit.

Your legs touch again, Jungkook is currently listening to what his conversation partner has to say.

His legs close again and…open. Another touch.

Close.

Open.

Close.

Open and touch.

You reach out, placing your hand on his inner thigh so close to his dick that you can feel it brush against you.

"Ah", Jungkook lets out loudly.

"Uhm…", his conversation partner falters, "sorry?"

Jungkook panics. He can feel the touch. He can feel that you are massaging his thigh. He also knows he just made a sound.

"I just meant uhm ah as, as in like ah I see", he stutters, placing his hand over yours to at least tug it away from his cock.

You let him, only to end up right where you started off a second later.

Jungkook tries not to show it, still nodding his head to whatever the dude has to say. His hand grabs yours again, tugs you away and squeezes it to keep it still.

He just began to say his answer when your hand lands on its starting place again. He is trying so hard not to begin stuttering, almost failing when for just a second you cupped his dick with your entire hand.

This is so much fun. Jungkook is talking with a slight lisp all of a sudden. This is a tell-tale sign that he is pretending to be something that he is currently not. In his case a well-reserved CEO, who does not have his super hot wife palm his dick under the table.

His fingers grasp you, tug you away again. They feel a little sweaty all of a sudden.

Thankfully the dessert saves him and his conversation partner turns away for now to eat his mousse.

Jungkook turns to you quickly, staring at you with big eyes and pink cheeks. His state almost makes you chuckle. Cute.

"What are you doing?" he asks you in a panicky whisper.

"Nothing. What do you mean?" you ask innocently but with a smirk.

"You, you know what I mean."

"Mhhm no, I don’t think I do.

"You are touching my", Jungkook stops himself to lower his voice in fear of people hearing him, "my dick."

"Ah that. Yeah, just wanted to make sure it’s still there."

"Well, it is. Now, now please don’t do this."

"No? Okay."

"Thank you."

Conversation soon returns to normal. You will still do it. Jungkook said no touching of his dick, but never said anything about his ass.

His sitting position is perfect for it. He is sitting on the edge of the seat - thinking that this will prevent you from reaching for his dick - but in the process he reveals his butt in all its glory to your eyes.

You touch his back and begin tracing his spine. Jungkook stays confident in his speech because he thinks that you are merely giving him a little caress. It is, after all, not an unusual place for you to touch in public.

Your hand wanders down further. Jungkook tenses and shifts his hips on the chair.

"Can, can you say that again?" he stutters, tensing even more when your hand finally lands on his butt and squeezes it roughly.

He shoots up and scoots back quickly. It earns him an eyebrow raise from his associate.

"Yes, that’s really interesting", he presses out, trying to minimise your movements by squeezing your hand between the chair and his butt. It does help and so you have to stick to other methods.

Such as dropping your napkin right between his legs.

"Oh, oops", you murmur, "don’t mind me sweets, I'll just quickly get my napkin", you tell him nonchalantly, bending down to reach right between his legs.

Jungkook shifts and squirms, releasing your hand like this. His eyes flit down repeatedly, you hear him begin talking in a lisp again and as you move closer to his cock in your "search" you hear his voice actually rise in pitch.

You find the napkin and lift yourself again, doing so by dancing your hands up his legs all the way from his calves to his thighs.

"Sorry, clumsy me dropped her napkin", you tell Jungkook's conversation partner with a friendly smile. You lift the napkin in the air, all while keeping your left hand resting on his dick. You are fumbling with the zipper, making him believe you are actually going to open it.

"But I found it again", you say.

The man lets out an amused chuckle, "I'm glad you did, Miss", he says and looks back at a blushing Jungkook, "you have a really sweet wife, Mister Jeon", he says and looks at your face again.

You are smiling oh so innocently sweet, all while your hand is literally giving your husband a semi-hard under the table.

"Yeah, uhm, uh she is so god."

Just this moment your hand slipped inside his slacks, now fighting with his briefs.

"God?" The man asks, confused.

"G-god damn pretty, ahah" Jungkook explains, laughing nervously all while trying his hardest to tug your hand away again. Which leaves him with you grabbing his cock for support and giving him an even harder time to concentrate.

"Ah yes, she is. A real beauty", the man says and right now you don’t even mind his eyes gawking at your tits because you have Jungkook literally twitching in your fingers and that is all that matters.

"Yeah, yeah she i-is."

"Mhm", the man shifts his eyes back to Jungkook, "now where were we? Ah yes, Vienna. I heard that the market is quite promising for extending these days."

You zone out on the conversation again, acting as if you are listening while all you concentrate on is making Jungkook completely hard. He is still resisting for now, but you'll get him there.

Jungkook tugs on your hand again. He tugs and tugs and tugs. You let him be successful in the end. For just a moment and just long enough for him to close his zipper hastily. He is so adorable. His cheeks are so red. Oh truly he is so adorable. You just have to touch him again.

"Ee-yeah", Jungkook saves himself at the last moment, turning his squeak into a very weird way of agreeing. He nods his head vigorously, almost breaking your hand from how tightly he holds it.

Not that you need to keep it on his crotch by now. No, the way Jungkook tugged his cock into his slacks makes his ever growing erection fill up his right pant leg. Perfect for your fingers to reach. You caress his cockhead through his slacks, watching in delight as Jungkook arches his back slightly and covers up him wanting to throw his back by making a very awkward movement with his torso.

"Yeah", he squeaks out, reaching for his glass of water to drink it hastily.

"Are you feeling alright, Mister Jeon?"

"Mhm yeah, just really dr-ah-y throat", he stutters.

He is so much fun. You almost have to chuckle, but don’t. Instead you lean closer to him.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment", you say and giggle, "I always drink way too much water."

Jungkook's head snaps around so he can gawk at you in shock.

"I completely understand you", his conversation partner says and laughs.

You give him a fake laugh, rubbing your palm up and down Jungkook's dick. You look him straight into his eyes, making Jungkook gulp while his hips are squirming.

"Now you gotta excuse me", you say and stand up, stifling a laugh as Jungkook reaches for your hand only to have it slip between his fingers.

And so it comes that you abandon him by the table looking like a sad puppy with big eyes and his cock rockhard.

Your laughter spills out of you once you finally are in the lady's room. You barely manage to hide in one of the stalls, stumbling over in your snickering.

This was the best idea you ever had. Oh Jungkook looked so cute. You want to eat him whole. You squeal, jumping on the spot. Fuck, you’re acting like a teenage girl.

"Okay okay, calm down ___ calm. You have to calm down and not lose your shit", you say, fanning air to your face with a big grin.

The door to the outside opens and closes.

"___?"

Your grin grows, your heart speeds up uncontrollably. Here he is.

You unlock your stall.

"Yes?"

Jungkook is standing right in front of you, staring at you with determined eyes and his cock filling up his pants.

"I'm here", he says and steps closer.

"I can see that", you chuckle, "I think you took the wrong door. This is the lady's room."

"Yes but…that’s why you told me", he says, "so I can follow you."

You study him from head to toe. Jungkook inches closer, staring at your tits in that tight dress.

"And why do you think I wanted you to follow me?" you feign confusion.

"So that" he falters, "so that.." he gestures between you and him vigorously, "we can like…fuck."

You laugh, "so you think that’s what I wanted to say with it?" you taunt, taking a step back as Jungkook is inching closer again.

Your back falls against the closed stall door now that he is giving you no other choice. He is looking at you with half-lidded eyes, caging you in like a needy animal.

"Yes", he rasps, placing his right hand beside your head.

Your eyes meet.

"Then you’re wrong, I just needed to pee."

"I don't believe you", he says, placing his left hand beside your head.

With your heels on tonight, you and him are almost the same height. It makes the entire situation just all the more electric. You and Jungkook, having a staring battle on eye level. Oh how lost you get in his spell.

"You made me look like a fool", he rasps.

"Yeah? How'd you get up?" you taunt, lifting your knee just high enough to lodge it between his legs.

Jungkook moves quickly, inching closer while his hips begin rocking back and forth on your knee. His hard cock is grinding against you that way.

"Napkin", he chokes out, breathing heavily, "held it in front of my cock."

"And that helped? You’re so hard Kook, I’m sure the entire table noticed", you say and press your knee closer.

Jungkook stumbles into you and whimpers.

"Mommy, fuck me", he begs, humping your thigh oh so needily.

"Ahem."

You turn your head. Jungkook does too. His hips stop instantly. Your knee drops.

There she is. A stranger. Another woman standing in the bathroom with disgusted shock on her features.

"He's not feeling well", you lie, backing off into the stall and dragging Jungkook with you by his tie, "come on honey, let’s fix you up."

The stall door falls closed, the shocked woman disappears.

The lock clicks.

"Oh my god, what should we-", Jungkook gets muffled by your hand.

You have him pressed against the door with one hand on his mouth and the other around his throat.

"Quiet", you whisper.

Jungkook whimpers, eyes filling with tears of embarrassment. He is panting, groping your waist needily.

"You're such a bad Bunny, couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you? You just had to beg for my fuck, didn’t you?" you hiss in feigned anger.

Jungkook blinks his eyes cutely, mewling behind your hand.

"Hush", you warn, squeezing his face and throat, "I have to listen."

Jungkook squirms. His heart is racing. His cock hurts. He is so turned on. He has you pressing him against a door after getting walked in on, all while your hands are making breathing just that tiny bit harder. He is in heaven. His own exhibitionism heaven.

A toilet flushes, then two doors down a lock opens. The clicking of heels.

You look into Jungkook's eyes, pinning him down.

Water begins to run.

"Quiet now Bunny", you whisper, squeezing your hands closer, "quiet."

Jungkook makes a little sound, trembling.

The water turns off again.

The clicking of heels becomes quieter and quieter until it suddenly drowns out.

You drop your hands, stepping closer.

Jungkook reaches for you, moaning solely because he is so excited for what was to come.

Click. Click.

Jungkook stumbles as you open the door and his back loses its leverage.

"What, what are you doing?" he stutters.

"Leaving. We shouldn’t ruin your reputation."

"But the, the thing we did."

"What thing?" you ask as you strut to the sink, enjoying his eyes on your hips. The water turns on.

"The sex. I wanna fuck."

You laugh, turning on your heels. In two steps you are by his side, placing your hands on his chest despite them being wet.

Jungkook inches closer, staring at your lips. He exhales shakily as he feels you rub your hands up and down his pecs. His hands, oh so warm from excitement, land on your waist.

Now you are rubbing the back of your hands all over his chest.

Jungkook furrows his brows and looks down.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"They've run out of paper towels", you say nonchalantly and give his chest a soft slap, "thanks sweetie, you were perfect for this."

You turn in his hands and because Jungkook is way too baffled by your blunt answer, you slip out of his fingers easily, making your way to the door in elegant steps.

"What the hell?" you hear him murmur under his breath.

The door opens.

"What the hell, ___?" he says loudly, stumbling after you. He manages to press himself out between you and the door, claiming the space in front of you. His eyes are wide in bafflement.

"What?" you stifle a laugh, "why are you making that face."

"I thought you, you told me so I, I can follow you and then we fuck", he whines.

"No", you shrug your shoulders, "I just needed to pee and you happened to act up."

"But mom-" he stops himself, looking over his shoulder at the restaurant. Nobody seemed to have noticed. He turns back to you, pouting vigorously, "but ___, you touched my cock", he whines.

You snicker, reaching out to pet his cheek.

"You're so adorable, Bunny", you whisper.

Jungkook touches your hips and steps closer

"Let's leave", he says breathily as his eyes dance over your features obsessively.

"Leave? But Bunny, this is important", you say and gasp. Your groping hands on his pecs let him know that this right here, your refusal to leave, is just your way of riling him up even more.

Jungkook knows you and he also knows that you are almost bored to death because of the dinner. So this right here is you being a complete meanie and finding enjoyment in his suffering. Not that Jungkook is suffering. His competitive side loves the challenge of getting you there. But his cock is hard and that is so awful. He just wants to be your sextoy and not be here. Yes, Jungkook is currently whining in his thoughts, so proceed to read those sentences as such.

"I don't care, it’s not important", Jungkook says, massaging your hips desperately.

"But Kook. What about the company?"

"They know our stance, it’s just chit-chat now."

"Just chit-chat you say? Mhm, that sounds interesting. I don’t want to keep you from it."

"Mommy", he whines and stomps his foot, "I don't wanna be here. I wanna be with you. Alone."

Yes, someone heard him. A waitress. She is looking at you weird. Jungkook doesn’t notice, he is too busy being a sulky little baby. You don’t mind that she did.

"Are we throwing a tantrum? Mhm Bunny?"

"No, but I just", he pouts and lowers his eyes, "can we leave, please?" he says politely.

"And do what?"

"Fuck."

"Sounds tempting", you smirk, "you should say bye to your colleagues though. It’d be rude not to."

"I don't want to, I want to leave."

"Behave. I still have my bag by the table."

"But-"

You place your hand around his throat.

"Behave. Now."

His eyes tell you just how good you get him, even if he tries to act as if he doesn’t like the scolding.

Jungkook huffs out air and takes off his tweed suit jacket. He holds it in front of his crotch, sending you a dark look.

"Good boy", you say in a chuckle, leading the way in a confident strut while Jungkook just kind of wobbles behind you awkwardly.

No, walking with a boner is not fun.

Jungkook expected to have some action in his car. You know that he did because when Mister Lee and his wife asked for a lift home as they were both too drunk to drive, Jungkook almost cursed at them. You just kind of grinned to yourself because for the next forty minutes you had Jungkook squeezing your thigh needily while you had two strangers in your backseat.

You also know that Jungkook expected to have you grope him in the elevator. You know he did because he pressed you against the mirror and placed your hand on his cock while mewling about how needy he is. He had to stop when two floors later a group of people entered the elevator. You snickered while Jungkook whined quietly.

The elevator doors just managed to close when Jungkook officially couldn't take it anymore. He is on you within seconds, kissing you desperately while his hands are restless on your body. You knew it would happen, but it still manages to steal your breath. Another second later and you have him press you against the elevator door with your legs around his waist. He is rolling his hips into you as if he was already fucking you, panting and moaning into the kisses.

A harsh tug on his hair brings some order back to the chaos.

"What are you doing?" you ask him.

Jungkook looks at your lips with his cheeks heated and his eyes barely open.

"I can't wait anymore. I wanna have you."

He mewls and pulls a face of discomfort with his eyes oh so sparkly from desperation.

"My cock hurts so much Mommy", he whines, speeding up his hips, "wanna fuck. Wanna fuck so bad."

"Yeah?" you try to keep your voice calm even if Jungkook grinding his hard cock into your pussy is making it beyond impossible, "where? Here?"

"Yeah here. Anywhere. Don’t care. Wanna fuck you, please Mommy."

You can’t lie, having him fuck you against the elevator sounds terribly tempting. His suit and your dress would still be on, pushed to the side just enough to make way for being able to fuck. His hair would be all messy, your kisses would be oh so incredibly sloppy. Just imagining it is leaving you dripping for him.

But you want something else. Something that takes hours and makes up for all the time you lost during that boring dinner.

"Wanna go upstairs?"

This is all you had to say for Jungkook to act his part. He sets you down gently and steps away. Then he lowers his head before bowing at you the perfect ninety degrees.

"I'm ready for orders", he says.

"Get cleaned up and pretty."

"Yes! Understood!" he says and bows even deeper.

"Now off you go."

Jungkook nods his head in understanding, leaving you by the elevator. He keeps bowing as he leaves, doing so until he disappears behind a pillar.

Oh you trained him so well. He is so obedient. It makes you want to run after him and ruin him against the shower wall, but you shouldn’t. You have a game to prepare.

You are waiting in your most beautiful gear, freshly showered and so ready for him to see you. You picked out the black look tonight. Heels, stockings and an intricately done corset. The corset was custom made just for you, Jungkook gave it to you as part of his White Day presents. You look amazing in it.

Jungkook knocks three times. Your heart begins to race. It is finally time.

"Come in!" you call out.

The door opens and Jungkook steps inside, closing the door. Then he turns.

"Holy fuck", he gasps, falling to his knees, "holy fuck, I'm fucking yours."

You chuckle, giving your own palm a gentle spank with the help of your riding crop. It makes a sharp sound, courtesy of the gloves you are wearing. They are latex, ending right beneath your elbows.

"Mommy, I’m here to be your toy", Jungkook moans, bowing down until his forehead is pressed into the floor.

"I assume you like the outfit", you say, finally leaving your place by the backlit glass wall. Your heels make a clicking sound on the dark wood floors.

One.

Two.

Then you are next to Jungkook, having climbed the two stairs separating the rest of the room. You round him, wanting to inspect every inch of him.

He is wearing his playroom pants. Black silk with a loose hem and flowy legs. It is easy and quick to take off and makes him look incredible. His feet are naked, folded in a way that would make his toes squish together when he sits on them. They are currently squished now that his perky butt was resting on them.

He put a harness on. Black leather with silver eyelets and buckles. It was handmade and sized especially for his torso, resulting in hugging the best parts. The straps crossed each other in the back, connecting with the horizontal strap which dug its path around his ribcage. There were two big rings in the back in case you wanted to tie his wrists - or ankles - to it.

You trace them with your crop, forcing them to make a sound. Jungkook stays still, but hears it. He flexes his toes for just a second.

"So you are here to be my toy", you say, dancing the soft leather crop down his spine. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, his toes tense again.

"I am", he answers you, voice heavy in arousal.

"Cute", you taunt and round him in elegant steps.

You stop before him, keeping your legs apart in a way that would give him the perfect view of your clothed pussy.

"Lift your head."

Jungkook obeys, lifting nothing but his head just as you told him to do. You trace his cheek with the crop before landing the gentlest of hits. He gasps, fluttering his lashes cutely.

"Now sit up."

Jungkook obeys with the crop right under his chin.

"Hands on your thighs, palms up."

The order would have been unnecessary as his hands would have found their resting position naturally. It still feels so much better when you give him the official order.

"Mhm."

You inspect the position of them, deciding that his left hand needs fixing. You spank his palm gently.

Jungkook fixes it quickly, sending you a hopeful look afterwards.

"Better."

You study him again. The harness looks beautiful in the front. The horizontal rib cage strap continues, now serving as support for three smaller straps. The two which cross in the back and one in the middle of them. There are even more delicate pieces between them, serving as the perfect frame for his sculpted pecs. They look strong and muscular on normal days, but look especially defined once he puts this harness on.

The strap in the middle leads up his sternum, past the valleys of his pecs and ending in an intricately done collar. One thick part, coated by soft black fur on the side which touches his skin, another layer of a small strap of leather on which the last layer of leather sits. They are held together by silver eyelets and in the front you can choose to attach a leash on a silver ring. There were five more rings on the chest piece, serving for multiple bondage positions or if you decide to tie him to one of your many and very lovely constructions.

You trace his pecs, flicking the tip of the crop over his nipple. Jungkook straightens his back and exhales shakily, widening his eyes.

"You seem very determined to be my toy tonight", you say, moving on to his other nipple for symmetry.

Jungkook sighs, squirming just enough that it wouldn’t earn him a spank for moving too much.

"Now tell me, sweet boy. Why should I play with you?"

"Please?"

You laugh, giving his cheek a soft slap with the crop.

"That is not an acceptable reason."

Jungkook places his hands on the floor beside your feet and leans down. He kisses your shoes, making sure to place the kisses right on the tips of them.

"I will serve you so well, my Queen", he says, keeping his face lowered to your feet.

He truly knows how to push your buttons. This sight is oh so wonderful.

"So you believe that you will serve my needs? I have high standards for my toys, I’m not easily pleased."

Jungkook lowers his head, resting his face on the floor between your feet.

"I won’t disappoint you, my Queen."

"Yes?" you trace his spine with the riding crop, "and if you will, are you ready to carry the punishment?"

"Yes, I will carry it."

"Good. Kiss my feet again, go on thank your Queen."

"Thank you my Queen", he says, kissing your right foot. First your shoe then your instep.

"I am being gracious, toy. Not many get this honour", you tell him.

He moves to your left one, breathing shakily.

"I'm forever in your debt", he says, kissing the tip of your shoe, "thank you so much, my Queen", he kisses your instep, "thank you for your grace."

He keeps his head lowered afterwards, waiting for your answer.

"Good. Now sit up."

Jungkook obeys, placing his hands palms-up on his thighs. He lifts his head, giving you his most obedient bunny eyes.

"Mhhm, sweet", you decide about his face, taking his cheeks between your fingers. You squeeze them, moving his head left and right to inspect it.

He put lots of effort into his hair. He could have let it be down after the shower he took, but Jungkook is a thorough and detail-oriented sub. So his hair is styled perfectly again, side-parted and held up by mousse and gel. He has just gotten his undercut done, so the neatness of it adds to the overall clean appearance of his hair. You also know that he put effort into his eyebrows. You once told him that you liked them a lot and now Jungkook makes sure to keep them perfectly styled for you each time you and him play professionally. His skin is soft, feeling like silk under your fingertips. So he made sure to shave as well. Not that Jungkook gets a lot of beard anyway, but he still made the effort. And that is what makes him so attractive. He made an effort. He wants to show you that he wants to look his best when it is time to play. And this effort turns you on so much.

"You look very handsome, toy. I can see that a lot of effort went into it."

He beams at you, falling out of his role to give you a genuine reaction.

"I want to be handsome for you."

"You are. The most handsome."

"Thank you, Mommy", he whispers, glowing in pride.

"Now", you let go of his cheeks to take a step back, "how am I supposed to play with you?"

Jungkook straightens his back, forcing his face to return to seriousness.

"I can take everything, my Queen."

"Yes?"

Obviously everything was still within the borders of his comfort zone and because he knows that you have great knowledge and unbreakable respect of said borders he felt comfortable enough to say such a big word.

"Everything is a big word, toy."

"I am hardworking."

He makes you laugh.

"I can see that. You are very diligent", you say, caressing his soft cheeks.

You squeeze them, "mhm", you slap them gently.

It is enough to make Jungkook gasp.

"Very well. Follow me."

You turn and lead the way in elegant steps. And Jungkook knows what to do. Follow you. The order was obvious. He has to follow you…on all fours, for the order never included his right to stand up.

You seem pleased by his proper understanding, waiting for him by the backlit glass wall. The glass was milky and in it a most detailed pattern was carved into. Lights of red and deep pinks helped put special emphasis on the work. The lights crept into the room, tainting the red wall beside the glass a lighter red and giving the ground beneath your feet a red glow to it.

Jungkook reaches you, sitting down on his folded feet and presenting his palms to you. They are pinkish from having to crawl.

"You have a proper understanding of words."

"Thank you, my Queen."

Just one last caress, his face receives. Truly, you can’t stop touching it. He is oh so handsome. Jungkook likes it so much, he feels so beautiful whenever you touch him.

"Stand up, I want to see the rest of you."

Jungkook follows gladly, keeping his back straightened and his hands folded in front of his crotch.

That doesn’t please you. You give them a soft spank.

Jungkook gasps, opening them to put them on the sides of his body instead.

"Better", you say.

He nods his head in understanding, working diligently to keep them in their desired position.

"Now, may I touch you?"

"Yes, you may, my Queen."

"Thank you."

You step closer, placing your gloved hands on his hips. He makes sure to move his arms out of the way, still keeping them by his sides but just slightly lifted. After all, he doesn’t want to be in his Queen's way but also doesn’t want to disobey her orders.

You seem to be pleased by his efforts, scanning his body with hungry eyes. The harness continues down his torso. One thick strap, around two inches of width and attached to the rib cage strap. It parted his sculpted abs, casting deep shadows on his muscles and making them appear stronger. You trace along the belt, giving yourself time to trace each of his individual muscles. They feel hard under your fingertips, contrasting with the silkiness of his skin. The valley between them is deep, letting you know that Jungkook must have done something to get them so defined.

It pleases you. He is truly such a thorough sub. He must have done a few sit-ups and put oil on them before visiting you to make sure that he can give you his best self.

"Very handsome. I like your muscles a lot", you praise him, feeling him tense under you. The effect is instant, the valleys carve deeper into his skin, the mountains of his muscles grow and along his lowest ribs, muscles appear in well-defined streaks.

"Very good, oh how very pleasing", you say, feeling up his ribs before letting your gloved palms run down his sides.

Jungkook shudders, forcing his abs to relax. You don’t mind, he still looks mouth wateringly handsome.

You have reached his hips again, making sure to hold him with a certain pressure.

You let your eyes flit up, realising that Jungkook kept his eyes focused on the glass wall.

"Eyes on me."

His eyes flit to you instantly.

"May I take off your pants?"

"Yes you may, my Queen."

"Thank you", you give him a smile, one he retorts, ""now eyes back on the wall until I tell you otherwise."

Jungkook obeys with a nod of his head.

The harness disappears in his pants, letting you know that he attached a hip piece tonight. The thought is most exciting.

You pull the strings open, dancing your hands back to his hips. You let him wait for just one second, watching his face for a reaction. He is impatient, but does an incredible job hiding it.

You look back at his hips and hook your fingers in his pants. You tug them down carefully, making sure his semi-hard cock wouldn’t be hurt.

His breathing quickens in excitement. Your mouth waters.

He styled himself for you, shaving the parts which would have looked too messy for him otherwise and trimming the rest. He kept the prettiest of happy trails too, knowing very well how obsessed you are with it.

Right now it is covered by the strap of his harness. Said harness ends in a big metal ring, currently sitting snug around Jungkook's cock and balls.

"Look at that. So handsome", you murmur, watching his cock throb at the praise.

You round him, keeping your gloved hands on his hips. The harness sadly stops at the cockring, but truly ends in a delicate metal chain. It is fixed on a small ring on the cockring, spanning itself to the back of his body before disappearing between his buttocks.

You grab said buttocks and part them, revealing the end of the chain. His rim, neatly shaved and glistening in the remnants of the lube. The chain disappears inside of it, making you wonder just what he chose tonight.

The harness truly was a blessing. Jungkook could exchange the lower part to his liking. There was the simple cockring option, the cockring and buttplug option, the cockring with anallock option and the option of cockring with three perfectly shaped analbeads. There is of course an option without any kind of attachment, but instead it is an intricate webbing of straps and belts meant to frame his thighs and ass, it’s your favourite whenever you peg him because you can grab it and pull his ass back on your strap remorselessly. But the option of choosing you allow Jungkook to have. He can choose whatever he craves that night and it is always a surprise most thrilling to you.

You know exactly what option he chose tonight.

"Anal beads", you observe, closing his buttocks to squeeze his hips instead, "tell me, toy. Is someone trying to be stuffed?"

"Yes, my Queen."

"Mhm", you trace the chain, keeping your left hand pressed to his lower stomach so he couldn’t flee. Not that Jungkook would ever flee, on the contrary, he is having the hardest time not to arch into your touch.

"Was it hard to get them inside, mhm?"

"Yes, my Queen. The middle one was so big."

"It was big you say?" you trace the chain all the way back to his hole, outlining the part where it disappears inside of him, "and yet I don’t see it outside. You must have worked diligently to get it inside, mustn’t you?"

"Yes, my Queen. I tried until I, I finally got it inside."

"And how did it feel?"

"Big, like I am being stretched out from the inside."

"Mhm", you hum, pressing down on his lower stomach in sync with pressing two fingers against his rim. The balls shift inside of him, unable to slip outside because of your fingers but managing to make his muscles convulse.

"Ah", he lets out breathily, balling his hands to fists.

"I can feel them, right there", you observe, rolling your fingers against them, "that’s them, am I correct?"

"Yeah", he croaks, clenching his hole desperately.

"Oh?" you fake surprise, "oh, I’m sorry. Does my probing get you all needy to squeeze them out again?"

"Yes, my Q-Queen. Ah mhm", he moans softly, having to gasp for air most sweetly.

You chuckle, slipping your fingers away.

You round him again, coming to the most pleasurable discovery that he has hardened completely by now. He is finally filling out that cockring, looking so red and swollen because of it.

You touch him without warning, running your gloved palm up and down his veiny shaft.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, furrowing his brows in concentration. His eyes he still keeps perfectly focused on the wall.

"You have a perfect cock", you praise, feeling it throb in pride.

"Thank you, my Queen", he says, sighing the words just slightly.

You let your gaze switch between his face and his cock. The touch must feel amazing to him.

It is not often that you use gloves to play with him. Latex gloves, medical gloves, silken gloves, even leather gloves. You keep a vast collection of them in one of your neatly integrated wall closets. Each of them hidden in their own compartment and sorted by material, colour and length. Tonight's gloves are latex, black and reaching a good two inches over your elbows. Jungkook goes crazy for the feeling of them on his skin and they are meant for special occasions only. Tonight is a special occasion so you decided and Jungkook loves the surprise with a twitch of his cock and a soft whimper.

"How does that feel?" you taunt, swirling your wrist as your hand is wrapped around his cockhead.

He breathes heavily, making sounds as he does. With a vigorous nod of his head he lets you know that this right here felt like heaven.

"Yes? It feels good?" you ask.

You let go of his cock only to place your left hand underneath it. Like this his pink tip is resting on your open palm. You trace it with the pointer finger of your right hand, making sure that you get every part of it.

"How does that make you feel?"

"Sen-sensitive", he gets out and breathes in deeply.

"Mhm."

You place the open palm of your right hand on top of his cockhead and then rub your hands up and down slowly.

"What about this? I'm sure this is different."

Jungkook breathes out with a sound, wiggling his fingers and tensing his lower abs. You watch it happening.

"Is good", he rasps, fighting gravity with his eyelids.

"Mhm."

He looks so good like this. You really enjoy touching him like this because it is different than giving him just a normal handjob. You can put more pressure on him if you want to or less if he deserves to be teased. It also looks really good when Jungkook's tip appears between your hands each time you dance them back. Because each time it does, it seems to glisten more and more in his excitement.

Jungkook gives you a falter of his position then. Just a tiny step back with his left foot and with his back losing some of its tension. It is the result of you keeping his cockhead between your two palms and moving them into opposite directions, left and right.

"Oh?" you stop instantly, basking in him trying to fix his position panickedly in hopes you wouldn’t punish him. But you do, because it is fun and you like completely messing with his brain.

You pull your hands away, dropping his cock. It wiggles up and down for a little before stilling, standing way too hard and way too sensitive.

Jungkook tries not to show it, but a small whimper still escapes him and as you take a look at his face you realise that he is pulling a face of disappointed agony.

You laugh, forcing Jungkook to almost break his focused gaze just so he could check why you are laughing.

"Tell me how close I've gotten you", you order and decide to make it harder for him by placing your palms on his chest and flicking your gloved fingers over his nipples. They harden instantly.

"Very…close", he struggles with his words because of how good your touch feels.

Jungkook didn’t always have sensitive nipples. He liked it when people licked them or rolled them between their fingers, but he couldn’t say that stimulation on them would seriously turn him on. You are different. He hasn’t figured out yet what kind of dark magic you used on him, but ever since a few months his nipples have become so sensitive that your current touch feels like electricity on his skin. It snakes down his torso until it hugs his cock in tingles and aches for more.

There was also this one night in your caravan by the ocean where you made Jungkook cum solely by playing with his nipples and talking to him. Such evenings would have never been possible in his past, but with you they are.

"Very close you say", your voice pulls him back from his sweet memories to his even sweeter reality.

Jungkook nods his head, biting down on his lower lip. He is going to cum. If you keep touching him for only a few more minutes he is going to cum.

"Mhm, yeah. Well, I’m sorry I did", your remorse is feigned and laced with glee, "if I knew you were close, I would have continued."

You pull your hands away, leaving Jungkook to chase you in a small arch of his back.

"Ah", he lets out, sounding sad as he does.

You grin, placing your hands on his hips. You know you could have made him cum. But you don’t want him to cum yet. He has to give you more before that could happen.

You wrap your hand around his cock.

"Follow me", you say, dragging him with you by his hard cock.

Jungkook follows with a needy moan rolling off his tongue, touching your upper arms because if he gets needy from edging his hands always seem to magically reach out for you. Truly it is the sweetest yet most tragic phenomenon. Although you are the cruel Queen denying him his heaven, his instincts are still to find refuge in your hands. Dependency on the one person who gives him such agony. Truly, it is such a sweet tragedy.

You let go of his cock now that you have reached the bed.

The bed fills up a good portion of the room, but it doesn’t look too big. The room is spacious enough for it. And while it may not look too massive, it still demands attention. It was made out of wood, dark as ebony and with a layer of gloss varnish so it could reflect the lights. The frame was sturdy and with intricately carved bedposts reaching up to the ceiling. Said posts had not only an aesthetic purpose but a practical as well. They served as the anchor of your bondage rings. Rope, chains, leather belts. One could secure the ties of their liking to them.

The mattress was firm, but soft enough to make it comfortable on the back. There weren’t any blankets on them, nor was there any normal bedding. The mattress was covered in a red pvc sheet, waterproof and just sticky enough on the skin that getting sweaty and dirty on it feels incredible. You and Jungkook decided on such a sheet because you grew terribly annoyed by having to get lube or cum or squirt stains out of your good linen sheets. These days you just have to wipe them down after a session, disinfect them and make sure they are tugged in neatly. You can obviously change colours too and mostly you alternate between red and black, depending on the scene you want to play.

You turn around, facing Jungkook. With your hands on his hips you situate him in front of the foot end of the bed.

"Sit."

Jungkook obeys with a push of your hands, mewling most needily because sitting down not only makes his thighs squeeze his balls but also because the weight of his body shifts the anal beads in his ass.

He looks up at you with his sweaty palms resting face up on his thighs.

You give him a harsh push, making him fall on the mattress with a groan. It messes up his hair at the back.

Now it is to working quickly. Without showing him an ounce of respect, you pick up his legs and spread them only to set them down on the mattress harshly.

Jungkook squirms from left to right, giving you an excited mewl. He is so exposed now. The pressure on his ass is sadly gone, but he is so exposed that the thrill of being eyed up by you makes up for the loss of stimulation.

He feels cuffs around his ankles. They jingle as you secure them. Jungkook wants to look but doesn’t dare. He is damned to fight for air and wait for the revelation.

You close the cuff around his left ankle first. It matches the choker in style. Black leather with fur touching his skin and multiple layers of perfectly cute leather straps held together by silver eyelets. But they weren’t normal cuffs, they were part of one of your favourite constructions. You close the cuff around his right ankle and then it is already time for said construction to work its magic.

You lift his legs with the help of it, forcing it into the view of Jungkook.

He moans loudly, furrowing his brows in desperation.

A spreader bar.

With a smirk on your lips you open his legs and Jungkook can listen in delight as the bar locks into place on the furthest apart setting.

He feels the stretch it forces him to do. It doesn't hurt, but he still feels it. In his legs, his inner thighs especially. It feels warm and creeps down its teasing fingers until it reaches his cock and makes it twitch.

"Comfortable?" you make sure.

"Yeah", he croaks.

You prepared ropes on the bondage rings tonight. They were black of colour to match the overall aesthetic. You secure them on the outer rings of the spreader bar, making sure that the knot was tight and secure enough that if Jungkook began wiggling and fighting, his restraints wouldn’t open and accidentally drop his legs and hurt him.

You secure them in a height which would make his legs bend by his knees just enough to make the constant stretch more comfortable. It also helps with giving better access to his ass and cock. Not that access is difficult in the first place. Jungkook is exposed. Oh he is exposed. He can’t hide, he can’t escape your looks and he especially can’t flee from your touches. There is one setting on the spreader bar which at least lets Jungkook hide away slightly by squeezing his knees together. But that is the first setting, this right here is as far as the bar can go and Jungkook can’t even wiggle his legs nor can he find secrecy by pressing his knees together. He is yours now. Your artwork to inspect.

You take a step back and stay silent. You know Jungkook is affected by your silence, which is why you do it as you inspect his body.

The soles of his feet are exposed to you. They are clean and look to be relaxed right now. His legs seem to be relaxed as well, using the well done support of the bondage ropes to find comfort. His cock and balls look so good in that position. You like how his balls blend into his cock, it fascinates you and makes you so happy to have him as your husband. He truly has the sexiest cock.

You especially love how the chain on the cockring wanders down to his asshole. It digs into his skin in the position, reddening it slightly.

It is also beyond fascinating just how tight and tiny his hole looks now that only a chain is filling it up. Now, you are aware that his insides are getting the stretch of their lifetime, but it is oh so arousing to know just how tight his rim will still be. While he might be stretched out inside, his sweet, little rim gets nothing. It turns you on so much.

"Now you finally look like the sextoy you are", you break the silence, forcing a throb through his cock.

Jungkook begins breathing heavily when he hears the clicking of your heels. It means you are coming closer again.

The bed shakes beside his head.

"Look at me."

Jungkook obeys, moaning softly because of the view. You are sitting at the right edge of the bed, having chosen a position which exposes your ass to his eyes. The black lace has disappeared between your buttocks, giving view to your bared skin. The view is making him weak.

"Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?" you ask him.

"Yes please", he begs.

"Well, first we have to get rid of your anal beads. Don’t we?"

Jungkook mewls, staring at your ass. You are so sexy. Jungkook is so obsessed with the view.

"Then we have to test just how sensitive your prostate is. So I'll stick a vibe up your ass. Eyes on my face", you say and with the help of your riding crop you give his cheek a soft slap.

Jungkook gasps and flinches, looking at you quickly. His eyes are widened cutely.

You keep the riding crop pressed against his cheek and continue talking.

"I'll stuff you with a vibe and we are going to test out just how sensitive you are. Right? We are going to test it out together, won’t we?"

"Yes, my Queen", he croaks, fluttering his lashes at you. He is so turned on that he feels dizzy. It turns him on so much when you describe what you will do to him. He knows that you do it so he could say if he wants it or not, but it doesn’t matter to him. For him it feels as if you are jerking him off with nothing but your voice and words.

"Very good", you caress his cheek, "and while we test it out, we have to test out something else too…", you trail off, gazing at his lips.

You begin tracing them with the crop.

"...we'll have to see if your tongue is any good."

Jungkook mewls, parting his lips. He could deepthroat that riding crop right here and now. You would just have to shove it down his throat as far as possible and Jungkook would suck it as if it was your strap. He is so hungry. So fucking horny.

"You may ask yourself how we will test it out, now that you are constrained like such a…" you falter, scrunching your nose up in feigned distaste, "...slut."

His cock throbs. Yes he is. He is your slut. Jungkook agrees. He is such a slut. Just for you. He is your slutty sextoy. Your exposed, tied down, slutty sextoy.

"But it will be easy", you say and smile, "I'll just sit on your face. I'm sure you can do that for me. Can you, toy?"

"Yes my Queen", he rasps with his voice so terribly strained.

Your face lights up in pride.

"I am very happy to hear that. Oh, you are truly hardworking."

"T-thank you", he croaks, squirming. The praise feels as if you just sunk down on his cock. That’s how it makes him feel. As if you just stopped jerking him off to fuck him hard instead. His cock throbs the same way too, letting a few droplets of precum escape.

"Now. Do you have any questions before we get started?"

Jungkook gulps.

"Come on, don’t be shy. Speak your mind, toy."

"Can, can I…have a kiss?"

You chuckle, "those are some high demands."

Jungkook flutters his lashes at you cutely.

"Fine", you give in, "you're so cute."

You lean in for a kiss, cradling his cheek most lovingly in your palm. Jungkook is in heaven, kissing you back with his heart fluttering so intensely one could believe this right here was the first ever kiss you and him shared. But it’s not, he just loves you so much and your kisses are epic.

You pull back with a loving giggle, caressing his cheekbone. You keep closer for now, making Jungkook gaze at you with sparkly eyes.

"Are you having fun, Bunny?" you ask him in a whisper.

"Yes, so much. You?" he whispers back.

"Me too, I’m having so much fun."

He beams at you happily, scrunching his nose up.

"Now", you give his cheek a soft nudge, "let's get started. Are you ready to get unplugged, toy?"

He mewls squeakily, carrying devastated arousal in his pretty eyes.

"I'm sure you are. Mhm? It must be so uncomfortable to walk around oh so stuffed and filled up."

Jungkook writhes. There you are again, railing him with just your words.

"N-no."

"No? And why is that?"

"I'm a, a slutty toy."

You chuckle, straightening up.

"I see", you laugh, "now I feel bad for unplugging you."

"It's okay my Queen."

"Yes?"

He nods his head, "I wanna be open for you."

You tingle. While Jungkook feels totally fucked by just your words, you yourself feel oh so ruined by having him talk like this. He may not be inside of you right now, but hearing him talk about how happy he is to please you feels as if he was scrambling your insides with his cock. It makes walking in those heels difficult because all you want to do is fall to your knees while his cock is under you and you are on his lap, naked.

"So you wanna be open for me?" you repeat, tracing his legs until you reach his sensitive crotch area.

Jungkook rolls his hips up and exhales shakily.

"Why don’t we make it a little easier?" you suggest as you reach for a bottle of lube. You open it and let a gracious amount trickle all over his balls and ass. Goosebumps cover his skin at the sensation.

"Ah", Jungkook lets out, squirming his hips.

"It's cold, I know. But it'll warm up real soon", you assure him, placing the bottle aside for now.

You connect your gloved hands with his body, rubbing the lube all over his parts most sensitive. You make sure that some gets on his cock too, jerking it off slowly while your left fingers massage along the chain.

"Fuck", he lets out in a whisper and a glance at his face lets you know that he was in heaven right now. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted. He looks so handsome when you touch him.

You connect your fingers with his rim and apply a little pressure. Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He exhales with a sound rattling in his throat.

"Are you nervous? I'm sure your poor, tight rim isn’t ready for the stretch at all", you taunt all while running your gloved hand up and down his veiny shaft.

"I, I…" he resorts to sighing sweetly, rolling his head to the side.

"Mhm. Don’t worry, I’m going to be careful", you say and insert your pointer finger into him.

His eyes open, his lower back lifts from the mattress.

"Hhm", he lets out, retorting to squeaking out sounds afterwards.

You are feeling him up, searching for the beads. You find them, tickling them with your fingertip.

"Found them", you say, pushing against them, "there they are. Oh? They shifted so far up. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep your greedy asshole swallowed them?"

Jungkook groans, closing his eyes after allowing them to roll back.

"Oh, getting them out will be a task. It’s like you don’t even want to give them up", you taunt, pushing and probing against them until Jungkook wants to scream.

You are right. He is tight. He is so, so tight. Your finger shouldn’t feel that thick right now, but it does. It feels oh so thick. Slick as well. Slick from the lube and the latex. That combination feels like fire on his skin.

"Fuck", he has to curse again, shuddering when you pull out. He clenches around nothing, aching for another feel of your finger.

"Enough playing around. Let's see if we can help you get rid of that terrible burden", you say, twisting your finger in the chain to pull.

"Oh, oh god", Jungkook tenses up.

"Relax, I can’t pull it out like that", you say, trying a second time.

"Fuck, I'm trying", he says and exhales, relaxing his muscles as he does.

"There we go, that’s better. Oh look at that, here comes the first one", you say and just as Jungkook feels that deep, deep stretch you twist your gloved hand around his cockhead.

"A-ah", Jungkook croaks, clenching around the ball desperately. It heightens just how intensely he feels the stretch.

A wet sound. Immense pressure. Then nothing. Jungkook shudders, croaking out a weak moan.

"Look at that", you rasp, chuckling tauntingly, "you were quite the fighter, but we are done. First one is out."

He mewls.

"Mhm, I know. Ready for the second one?"

"So ready", he rasps, trying and failing to roll his hips up.

The tug is rough but placed with care. Oh, you know exactly what you are doing. Jungkook is shuddering, trying and failing to buck his hips up. That spreader bar…it’s making wiggling around so difficult.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers. The toy feels so big.

“Not long anymore, don’t give up now toy”, you encourage him with a twist of your wrist.

Jungkook reacts in a shudder and an involuntary clench of his lower abs. The lubed up ball slips out of his ass, leaving him oh so empty.

“See? Easy”, your voice is saccharine, lulling Jungkook into the aching need to be good.

“Again my Queen”, he begs, “please wanna be so open.”

“I can see that you’re getting sluttier for me”, you taunt, rewarding his cock with a squeeze of your fingers. You run your thumb right along his frenulum when you begin tugging at the chain again.

Your eyes are locked on him. The lube is covering the chain oh so well, wet and glimmering in the lights. It is mesmerising just how it moves in his hole as you pull it out. How something so delicate houses just something so big. You can see it coming, feel it too as Jungkook begins throbbing in your hand again.

More and more his pink hole is stretching. More and more he opens up for you.

Jungkook’s breath hitches.

The ball slips out hastily, leaving behind a terribly sensitive looking hole and a shaking Jungkook.

“That’s it”, you rasp, placing the anal beads on the mattress, “now you are all empty.”

You feed his hole two of your fingers as a reward, scissoring them to get a good feel of how open he is for you.

“B-break”, he croaks.

“Break”, you repeat, retreating your hands instantly, “want to be let down too?”

“No just”, he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Another deep breath then a curse, “I wanna fucking cum”, he whines.

You laugh, touching him instantly.

“Now that is not a reason to need a break, toy. Come now, I’ve taught you better than this”, you play with his cock in an almost punishing manner, torturing his hole with deep thrusts right out of your wrist, “you wanna cum? Then do a better job at holding back.”

“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he keens, stretching his arms above his head for something to grip onto.

Something.

Please anything.

His fingers find nothing than the sticky fabric of the covers. They try to twist it as best as possible. It makes a tiny squeaking sound. It is almost inaudible in the room, nothing but background noise. After all, why would he concentrate on something as miniscule as fabric sounds now that the familiar buzzing of his favourite vibrator is making the air around him shake?

You watch how he twists more of the fabric, how his chest begins heaving up and down in almost ragged breaths, how his eyes seem to scrunch closed.

“You know that sound don’t you?” you ask him sweetly, touching his inner thigh with the toy. You draw slow circles on it, basking in all the goosebumps and shivers that elicits from him.

He nods his head vigorously, clenching around your digits.

“You also know what that means, don’t you?”

He nods his head again.

“Then tell me.”

“I, I can’t cum without your p-permission.”

Jungkook can’t see it, but your lips are curling into an almost menacing smile. Your eyes gain a certain fire to them. Dark and taunting. You lift your head just slightly, looking down at your eager toy with pride in your chest.

“Good job, he remembers the rules. Let’s see if he can actually obey them.”

You slip your fingers out only to replace them with the thick shaft of the vibrator. Jungkook’s hole swallows it up in one go.

“Holy fuck, my Queen you’re literally- fuck”, he gasps then moans and for the first time tonight he actually tugs on his restraints. With eager wiggles of his hips and jerks of his knees he is fighting them, making the bondage rings clatter.

“Oh? Look at you fighting” you laugh, “it seems your prostate is very sensitive.”

Jungkook answers you in a throaty moan. His fingers twist more of the fabric.

“That’s exactly how I like my toys”, you say and once you are sure that the toy will stay inside of him without slipping out, you step back.

For just a few seconds let him rest. Just for a little bit you watch him as he twitches and squirms and trembles. His thighs, thick from muscle, are shaking, fighting the restraints fruitlessly. His toes are tensing and wiggling each time he is trying to roll his ankles just to fail. His cock, oh his pretty cock, so red and swollen, throbs between his thighs, leaking stringy arousal which gets smeared all over his trimmed pubes and plumb balls.

He groans then. Loud and drawn out.

Click.

You turned the vibrator off for now, giving his body a break.

“Fuck, thank.”

“Don’t thank me too soon. This is only to make sure that you don’t disobey me. You’ll thank me now, but hate me later”, you say, rounding the bed.

You keep a safe grasp around your remote as you climb on top, calling Jungkook’s attention by touching his sweaty stomach.

He peels his heavy eyelids open, rolling his head to the side in order to look at you. His gaze is hazy, his lips can’t seem to close as shaky breaths swirl over his tongue.

“Ready for your other test?” you ask.

Jungkook fixes the position of his head so he would be resting on the back of it. He swallows, no, gulps. Then a tilt back, revealing his chiseled neck to your eyes.

“So ready”, he rasps, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Such a good toy”, you praise and turn the vibrations back on.

Jungkook gasps, furrows his brows, parts his lips. His conviction to impress you with his tongue is crumbling, all he wants to do is moan for you. But he can’t. He can hear you undress and watch you climb on top him.

He flutters his lashes at you, groaning when you trip all over his face now that you are right above him. It lands on his nose and parts of his cheeks. Hot and wet, seeping out your pussy like the sweetest nectar. Jungkook is trembling at the scent and the view. He really hit the jackpot, didn’t he?

“Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your hips.

“Yeah”, he croaks.

You place your hands on his stomach for support.

“Then get useful.”

You sit down on him, smothering him with your cunt so deeply Jungkook can do nothing more than groan and mewl. He is struggling for a few moments, trying to find a rhythm. His lips are eager to suck and kiss while his tongue is oh so greedy for a taste. It is a messy battle. One that his eager tongue wins in the end. With fast flicks and hungry curls it feasts on your pussy.

“Good, very good, toy”, you praise, “make your hands useful too.”

Almost clumsily he grips you, no, gropes you. Your legs first then up to your hips, your waist and down your legs again. His touch is strong. His fingers have one sole goal, digging themselves into your soft flesh as deeply as possible. You want him to be useful? He will. He will be so fucking useful that you will feel his touch even hours after he stopped giving it to you.

You make it harder then by swallowing his cock in its entirety.

Jungkook rips his eyes open, mewls into you. He can’t. Breathe. Function. Think. Exist. You decide. It is all of them. Jungkook is feeling weak. Having his cock down your throat was his defeat.

“Toy”, your harsh voice tugs him back, “keep that tongue moving will you?”

Jungkook whimpers, squeezing tears out of his glassy eyes. He tries to move again, curl it against your entrance, lick your folds, grind it against your clit. He hasn’t even noticed that he stopped, not when you fucked his cock so good and not when his prostate is close to bursting from the vibrations.

He hopes with the painful mewl he lets out that you’ll know.

I’m going to fucking cum.

He hopes you’ll know. He is literally begging for it.

Please, just one break.

Jungkook whimpers, pressing your pussy closer while his temples are getting wet from his streaming tears.

Please, I don’t want to disobey you.

Your throat closes around his cockhead. Hard and tight.

Jungkook actually scratches down your lower back and buttocks, leaving behind a burning sensation.

Click.

The pain is fiery. He was so close that getting his high denied feels like torture right now. Just one second earlier and he would have thanked you. Now? Now he is left fighting the spreader bar while his cock is throbbing in fresh air and his hole is clenching desperately.

You lift your pussy from his face, wanting to give him a moment of air. Jungkook however, pulls you right back, sobbing into you while his mouth is frenching your cunt. This is his prayer for mercy, his way of trying to convince you to please start the vibrator again. Snotty, teary-eyed and covered in your juices he is begging for more even if seconds earlier he begged for less of it.

“You’re fucking amazing”, you press out and moan loudly. Your thumb grazes the power button on the remote. One gentle push and the soft buzz of the vibrator is ringing in the air. Jungkook moans into your pussy, pressing you closer. His arms are wrapped around you, caging in your thighs, which gives you the perfect feel of his thick muscles flexing and relaxing as he is giving you the best tongue fuck ever. His hands, clammy and hot are resting on your lower back, fingertips tickling the beginning of your ass while every so often tensing enough that you can feel his nails scratch over your skin.

“That’s it, keep going. Just keep going”, you encourage him, taking him back inside your wet mouth.

You weren’t actually planning on sucking him off, but sitting so on top of your favourite throne made you want to give him the best and sloppiest blowjob he has ever gotten. He just looks way too good when he is so exposed in that perfect spreader bar.

You sink down on him, gagging not because you have to but because you want to. And because gagging makes you drool oh so much around him that it runs all over his dark pubes and swollen balls and that sight is one to get addicted to.

With your gloved fingers wrapped around the base of his hard cock, you stick your tongue out just to let the spit trip all over him. Wet and stringy it webs itself all around his pink cockhead before winding down his veiny shaft.

“So fucking messy”, you growl, “you’re looking like such a slut.”

Jungkook fucking mewls underneath you, sucking on your pussy with such eagerness on could believe he wanted to swallow you whole.

Click.

The vibrations stop. His sucking stops, replaced by trembling lips and a faltering tongue.

You watch with sparkling eyes as his cock throbs and how his precum joins your saliva. Now you have him where you want him. Fucking soiled by both of your juices. Wet and ready for another taste. You gather the slip with your fingers and begin jerking off his shaft. The latex glides over his skin easily, covered oh so prettily in your spit and his desperation.

Click.

Jungkook’s entire body jerks underneath you, his nails leave deep scratches down your lower back, his lips quiver before taking on their rhythm again.

To make matters even more difficult for him, you take his weeping cockhead back into your mouth, sucking on it until your cheeks are falling in. Your hand obviously still jerks of his pulsating shaft, going in synch with the bops of your head.

This is it. This is the kind of sloppy blowjob your perfect sextoy deserves. All of your skills and tricks. Jungkook may know just how well you can suck his cock, but that doesn’t mean that you always dish out your entire skills whenever you go down on him. No, the entire range is reserved for special nights, the kind of nights which you want to stay as the wettest memories in his mind. The kind of memories which will whisper to him, haunt him, torture him in the most inappropriate situations until he can’t take it anymore and the only relief he can find is right between your legs.

Tonight is such a night. It may have started off as a boring Plus One dinner situation, but that doesn’t mean that it has to end that way. After all, having to spend oh so many hours next to Jungkook is his tailored suit with his hair perfectly styled and his neck smelling of his cologne has left you so fucking needy that you want to scream. The dinner may have been boring, but Jungkook still looked so attractive handling all those difficult business decisions and maybe that is also why you secretly love being his Plus One to such evenings. Because Jungkook is hot when he works and he is even hotter when you can get him all worked up in his business clothes.

“Fucking shit”, you groan, breaking away from his throbbing cock now that you have to throw your head back, “Jungkook you fucking slut, urgh fuck”, you growl, squeezing your eyes shut.

With eager madness in your grip you jerk him off. It should motivate him to keep going, but makes him twitch oh so desperately. His voice sounds broken, vibrating against your pussy. He is sucking on your clit, drowning in your taste.

"Yes fuck", you groan, grinding back into him, "you're such a good toy. Fuck. Now."

Jungkook expected you to cum, however he didn’t expect you to squirt all over his face. He isn’t complaining, on the contrary, he is weeping in gratefulness, licking and kissing your weeping cunt until even the last of your deep trembles have shook your entire body.

He is aching because despite just how out of control you seemed, you remembered to turn off the vibrator, knowing very well that having you orgasm is one of the biggest triggers for him. So Jungkook is left burning up in desperation as you cum all over his face while he is dancing on the edge.

You roll off of him after your high, turning quickly just to twist his soaked hair.

“You perfect, fucking toy”, your voice sounds demonic, your pupils are blow out racing over his wet features, “look at you. You look like such a slut.”

Jungkook gasps for air, feeling dizzy from the tug.

You lift the remote into his field of vision and make him watch as you turn the vibrator on again.

“Ah”, he lets out.

Higher. Jungkook watches in both panic and gratefulness as you turn the vibrator on the second setting.

The third.

The fourth.

“Oh- oh, oh, oh, please”, he squeaks out.

His face is contorting into a grimace of total desperation. The rings are creaking and groaning now that his legs are wiggling oh so much.

“I want you to cum. Now.”

Jungkook rips his mouth open and cums.

You feel it on your face because Jungkook manages to shoot his cum so far up, it not only covers his entire sweaty torso but your face and collarbones as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”, the chant is endless, becoming more and more pitiful when that sweet fire of pleasure turns into the clawing fire of overstimulation, “fuck, oh fuck, fuck, ah, ah, fuck, ah”, he is squeaking, sounding helpless.

“Again”, you growl, wrapping your hand around his cock while twisting his hair, “you slut are going to cum until you're milked dry.”

Jungkook chokes on his sob, managing to spill his drool all over his chin like a messy toy. It is the best view you have ever had the honour to look at.

One twist of your gloved hand around his blush cockhead and Jungkook does what he is meant to do.

Orgasm.

Hard and long.

He drools, shakes, cries. Words? They don’t exist in his vocabulary anymore. He is dumb, stupid, brainless right now. Nothing but a vessel for cum and the enjoyment you gain out of seeing him suffer.

And so it happens that Jungkook orgasms a third time with a broken wail of your name and his fingernails almost breaking through the fabric of the covers. And so it happens that you jerk him off and let his prostate throb against the harsh vibrations until his cock stops leaking his creamy cum and in return leaks the translucent goodness of too much stimulation. It covers most of his lower stomach, but reaches far up to his collarbones as well.

“Yes”, you growl.

"Pleasnfneplease", Jungkook is weeping like a little boy, shaking uncontrollably until finally – oh fucking finally – you stop the vibrations.

"Holy fuck!" he yelps, hitting the mattress with his head, "fuck, fuck. Fuck."

A deep groan follows, his arms slack against the sheets, his fingers lose their grip.

"There we go", you soothe him, "now you're all done."

You set his cock down gently, soothing him by running your hands right through the mess he made on his torso.

“Take a deep breath”, you tell him, knowing very well that Jungkook is currently forgetting to breathe.

He does so sparsely, convulsing in a tremor of his body.

“Can you talk to me?” you speak to him slowly, smoothing through his hair.

“Barely”, he croaks.

“That’s fine, can you listen?”

“Yeah.”

“Try to keep breathing and relax. I will first take out the vibe and then undo the restraints. I’ll go slow so don’t worry.”

He nods his head, fluttering his closed eyelids.

You work slowly and carefully. You may have acted like the cruel Queen during the play, but once those roles drop you want to make sure that he can come down as safely as possible. Because tonight was a special night and special nights leave Jungkook so deep in subspace that going anything but slow would seriously mess him up.

You speak to him softly as you place his legs down, running your hands along them until he knows that he is safe and sound and that he is allowed to move if he feels the need to do so. He does. He just kind of stretches them out before letting them plop down and therefore tangle over the edge of the bed.

After taking off your gloves it is time to clean him up. Jungkook needs to feel your real, unaltered touch in order to come back safely. The gloves would only be counterproductive right now. He needs your hands and soft palms and you are so happy to give them to him as you wipe down the mess he made.

The last step of getting him back safely is running your fingers through his hair until he finally feels ready enough to open his eyes.

And like always after a special night those eyes are filled with tears and immense love. You exchange a fond smile and then like always you cup his cheek.

“How are you doing?”

“Safe”, he whispers.

“You are”, you promise him, caressing his cheekbone, “you know that you did amazing right now, don’t you?”

He nods his head, blushing.

“Good boy”, you praise, kissing his sweaty forehead, “now, tell me. Any aches I haven’t taken care of yet? Something else you need?”

“Nothing hurts”, he assures you and sighs, “holy fuck, thank you. This was amazing."

You smile, “I had so much fun too.”

“Mommy”, he reaches for your hand.

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Can we take a bath together, please?”

“Of course, everything my Bunny needs.”

You wrap him in his aftercare bathrobe, guiding him to the bathroom while he is hugging you with wobbly knees. The bath is prepared quickly and just moments later Jungkook is sitting between your legs while you rub shampoo into his hair and kiss his neck until the water turns cold. You help him dry off and blow dry his hair for him, keeping it fluffy and messy which earns him one big smooch on his lips.

Then you feed him a few nuts to gain back a little bit of energy and share two bottles of water with him and after brushing your teeth together it is finally time for Jungkook to find his safe sleeping space in your arms.

You are matching. Linen pyjamas with long pants but short sleeved shirts. Jungkook is currently nestled into your chest, inhaling the scent of you while you comb your fingers through his soft hair.

His thumb is playing with his wedding ring mindlessly, twirling it on his ring finger. He looks at it for a second, smiling, then he snuggles into you, closing his eyes in the process.

He falls asleep after whispering an “I love you” to you and listening to you answering him with a hushed “I love you too, so much”.

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