This translation may not be 100% correct, I'm sorry for the mistakes, both English and Japanese are not my first language 😭
A little context:
studying abroad, you and your boyfriend live in different countries and it's been a while since you've last seen each other. Missing you terribly, he calls you very early in the morning.
00.02
Listening to your voice like this, it really feels like you're here beside me so for me not being able to touch you directly is... really hard.
00.15
Hey, right now... You're in your room right? Is there anyone else there?
(You tell him, "I'm alone.")
00.24
I see... Well then... For now, why don't you replace me with your hand instead?
(You say, "I don't get what you're saying.")
00.35
You don't get what I'm saying? *chuckles*
00.38
I mean, the hand that you're not using to hold the phone right now... It's free, right?
00.42
Think of it as my hand.
00.45
Let's see...
00.47
For starters, try touching your own lips.
(You hesitate.)
00.54
Come on, don't be so embarrassed, hurry up.
00.59
Your soft lips... Touch them. *kisses*
01.07
Hehe, didn't it feel like I just kissed you? (referring to both the kissing sound he made and the way you touched your lips with your hand)
(You say, "Yes.")
01.14
Right? Then, next is... Try touching your neck.
01.22
Try to imagine that that's my hand, okay? If you think of it like that, you'll feel a little sensitive.
01.28
Do it more gently. Touching it or not, you can do whatever you like.
(You say, "It's embarrassing.")
01.39
It's not embarrassing. It's only me who sees you like this.
(You argue that he's not really looking because he's not there with you.)
01.46
No, I am looking at you. It's shown vividly, the way your face goes all red from the way I'm touching you.
01.59
When I close my eyes, I can really see you.
02.03
Listen, try to remember the day when we first got together.
02.10
That time, I carried you to the bed.
02.16
Come on, you do it too. Lie down on the bed.
(You ask him, "Are you on the bed right now?")
02.20
Yeah, I'm on my bed too.
02.27
You're already on the bed?
(You say, "Yes.")
02.30
Then, close your eyes. Slowly, start unbuttoning your shirt. Imagine it that I'm doing it to you.
02.40
That's right, you're so good...
02.44
Aah, look. I can see your beautiful skin. Your skin is so white, so smooth and soft...
02.57
*breathes in, sighs* You smell so good...
03.04
You can imagine it, right?
03.06
I'm right in front of you now.
03.10
I'll be gentle.
03.15
Keep your eyes closed.
03.18
I'll kiss those adorable eyes.
03.26
Then your neck...
03.32
Your ears too...
03.39
Ah... I want to touch your chest...
03.45
Try to touch your breast in my place.
03.48
Come on, there's only me who sees this.
03.57
As I thought... They're really soft, aren't they..?
04.02
Your nipples... How do they look now? Are they hard?
(You tell him, "It feels embarrassing to do this.")
04.13
It's not embarrassing. It's okay.
04.17
I'm also... hard.
04.26
Hey... Try touching your nipples too.
04.31
Come on, hurry up.
04.36
Is it still soft? Try doing it harder.
04.47
Your voice is so cute... That's right, this is what I've been wanting to hear.
04.57
Hey... I'll kiss your ear so... Try and play with your breasts some more.
05.10
Just like the way you did before. Harder.
05.26
Your cute voice... I want to hear it more...
05.32
Take off your panties next.
05.35
Actually, I'll be happy if you can take everything off.
(You ask him, "Why?")
05.39
Well, because I want to see everything.
05.45
Come on... Hurry...
05.53
Just by listening to those rustling sounds you make, I get so turned-on. I'm wondering if you're naked now...
06.01
You've taken your clothes off?
06.05
Then... So I can see more of you, try spreading your legs.
06.11
Wider. Make it so I can see you clearly.
06.16
Liar. You're not really spreading your legs 'cause you're too embarrassed to do it, are you? I can tell.
06.29
Hey... Show it to me... I haven't touched you down there in a while, so at least, even if we're just imagining it, let me touch you.
06.45
Then... Do it gently.... Even if it's only for a little, it's okay... Try touching yourself...
07.02
Don't put your fingers inside just yet, okay? You can't do it until I say so.
07.12
You can only touch yourself around the edge.
07.16
That's right... Just slowly... rub yourself...
07.31
Hmm? What is it? Don't tell me, you already put your fingers inside...
07.42
What should we do... *chuckles*
07.54
It can't be helped, huh? Well then, gently put your fingers inside...
08.11
Such a cute voice...
08.16
I'm close too...
08.21
Should we cum together then?
09.06
Sorry, it's morning over there, isn't it? I'm sorry for making you do such weird things so early in the morning.
09.16
Yeah, it felt so good... Thank you...
(After this part, there's a conversation where you're telling him to just use your pictures if he wants to jerk off next time and he says, "No, I can't use those precious pics I have of you to masturbate, that's crazy!" but inwardly he admits, "Sorry, truth is, I already used them before." He's worried that you'll start thinking of him as a pervert but you say, "We literally just had phone sex, what are you worried about?"
Then the track got cut short here because Tumblr won't let me upload the full track, but what happens next is you tell him it's okay to use your pictures and you even offer him to send some lewder ones like pictures of you in your underwear and he gulps, "S-seriously?" and you reply, "What, you don't want them?" and he answers, "Yes, I do want them. Very, very much." But then he gets worried if the pictures got stolen and posted online, so he tells you not to do it.)
spoiler for the next track:
You send him some pics of you in your underwear, along with a toy... you know, like a fleshlight... and then he uses it while looking at your pictures 😳
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Show and Tell, Part 2
This has kind of taken a life of its own. Here's part 2. It's rough and relatively unedited, so please be kind.
Rating: Probably T or M - there's a spicy bit.
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It was the end of the school day, and Rowan slowly put his things away in his messenger bag. He always went a bit slower than usual these days, even though the students had long left campus. If he were completely honest with himself, he might have acknowledged he had been waiting for a fiery blonde woman with an equally feisty daughter who just happened to be in his class. But it had been a month since that enlightening day, and while Everly remained a constant source of enthusiasm, he had seen neither hide nor hair of her elusive mother.
And he had looked. Every day for the past month, he stood outside the school helping children find their rides. If the principal thought it was unusual for him to take so many after-school duty shifts, she didn’t say anything. But each day, it was a person that was not Aelin that arrived for Everly. It seemed to fluctuate between a woman with dark brown hair and a man he had, somewhat embarrassingly, mistaken for Aelin initially. Once, it had been an older woman with striking features with those same turquoise eyes ringed in gold. But for the last several weeks, he had not seen her.
She had been a force to be reckoned with that day. Fiercely protective with a smart mouth that almost immediately set him on edge. As upset as he was at her blatant suggestion that he would allow bullying in his classroom, he was equally intrigued about the fire that so clearly burned underneath her skin. He had hated to be the one to dim that fire that day, but he was glad to see she recovered almost immediately, brushing off the embarrassment with sarcasm and bright laughter that he could still hear echoing in his ears.
He knew it was ridiculous, being this interested in a woman with whom he had spoken for all of five minutes, no matter how stunning she was or how she was so deftly able to put him in his place. It hadn’t helped either that he now knew what manner of help she preferred in her alone time. The utter mortification he felt that day had been burned away by visions of a woman on fire, deep in the throes of ecstasy as she repeatedly brought herself to the edge with a pink, glittery vibrator.
Great. He was now standing in his classroom sporting the evidence of his depravity. Rowan sighed and ran a hand down his face. He really needed to get ahold of himself. If she hadn’t returned in a month, she obviously didn’t feel whatever spark he thought he felt between them. Not that there could be a spark. Everly was still his student, and he was a consummate professional.
Even if his dick didn’t agree with that assessment.
His shame spiral was interrupted by a loud chirping on his phone. A brief flash of anticipation was quickly tempered when he reminded himself that Aelin couldn’t possibly know his cell number. He looked down at the screen and frowned at the message.
Fen: hey man, can you do me a solid?
Rowan quickly typed a response: what do you want this time, boyo?
Fen: can you get me some condoms? i’ve got a lady friend coming over later, and ya boy needs something.
Rowan: So get them yourself.
Fen: No can do, chief. No time.
Rowan: Whose fault is that?
Fen: Looking this good takes time, Whitethorn. You’d know that if you spent more than five fucking minutes getting ready in the morning.
Rowan: Sorry, I’m busy.
Fen: I’ll do the dishes for a week.
Rowan pondered this. While he didn’t particularly enjoy doing the dishes, he kept it to a rigorous schedule. There was no way that Fen would be able to adhere to it when the man barely remembered to put his laundry away half the time. But that got him thinking…
Rowan: You have to deep clean the bathroom to my satisfaction. I want it sparkling, Moonbeam.
Fen: …
Fen: Fine. Now get me the damn condoms
Rowan: You’re lucky I needed to go to the store, anyways.
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Thirty minutes later, Rowan was staring at an aisle full of condoms. It had been a while for him, but he was sure there hadn’t been this many types the last time he picked some up. The last time had been with Remelle about two years ago, not that she let him forget it. He had been taken in by her cool confidence and found out quickly that she was a petulant narcissist. He had immediately ended the relationship, much to her ire, and she had been relentless ever since. She was not a mistake that he would make ever again.
However, that still didn’t solve his present dilemma: procuring condoms for his flatmate.
Rowan knew he should just grab a box and finish it. If Fenrys had an issue with the condoms that he purchased on his behalf, he could get over it. Or better yet, get his own. But some part of him, some annoying big brother type, wanted to ensure that even though Fen had a different partner every night, he was safe with them. So he focused on his task.
Just as he picked out a box, a bright voice carried over the din of the store. “Teacher, Teacher!”
Rowan turned his head down the aisle and paled at the sight of two blonde pigtails trailing behind a small child with a grin that took up half her face.
“Hi, Mr. Teacher! Whatcha doin’?”
Rowan gulped nervously. “Um…Hi Everly. I’m just, uh, doing some shopping.”
“Cool! Me too!” Everly beamed happily at him.
Just like that day in class, Rowan couldn’t help but marvel at the absolute innocence that Everly displayed when faced with something not quite so. She was standing in an aisle full of all manner of adult items, including all manner of vibrators, and didn’t even bat an eye. When did stores even start selling these things? He couldn’t remember ever being able to pick up a vibrator at a grocery store, yet just a brief glance told him that, yup, it was there.
“Whatcha got?” Within seconds, the tiny child in front of him looked at a box of condoms in his hand, and Rowan wished he could die. Everly reached out her hand to grab the box he held. While usually, he would reprimand her for trying to take something that didn’t belong to her, he was still stunned by her presence to do anything.
“Oh yay! Balloons! Are they for school?” Everly was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, joy radiating from her. Her hand grabbed onto the box tightly.
Rowan cleared his throat, trying to wrench the condoms away from her. “Sorry, no. These aren’t for school, Everly.”
Everly paused momentarily and seemed to ponder his response, but the bright smile returned to her face a moment later. “That’s okay!”
And she grabbed the box in his hand and ran down the aisle, leaving Rowan staring open-mouthed behind her.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and went down the aisle after her. However, no sooner than he turned the corner did he run into the woman that had been living in his mind since the last time he saw her.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Aelin smirked at him. Rowan froze as he watched Everly turn and face her mother, still holding the box of condoms in her hand.
“Look, mama! Balloons!” Everly lifted the box to mother, and Rowan could feel dread sink into his stomach like a stone. Aelin took one look at the box in her daughter’s hands and laughed out loud.
“They’re not mine!” Rowan sputtered. He felt heat creeping up his neck as he glared at the offending box in Everly’s hands.
“Oh?” Aelin quirked one amused eyebrow at him. “And pray tell, how did my child get her hands on these?”
Rowan ran his hand over the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I was buying them for my flatmate, and Everly took them out of my hands.”
“Did she now?” Aelin seemed to stifle a laugh as she turned down to her daughter. “Everly, sweetheart, why don’t you hand those back to Mr. Whitethorn and go pick out a treat from the toy aisle.” Her daughter politely handed him back the condoms without much to do and walked the next few aisles over.
Once she was out of earshot, Rowan sighed with relief, his shoulders sagging. He could feel the heat lingering on his face as he turned to look at the woman who had haunted him for the past month. The last time he saw her, she had been in an impeccable business suit, without a hair out of place. She had been beautiful then, almost intimidatingly so. But this time, she was dressed in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a bright red shirt that bared her shoulders. Her golden hair flowed down her back with a gentle curl at the end, and her stunning turquoise eyes focused on him and filled with delight.
“I swear to god, I did not give her those. I would never.” Rowan pleaded with the woman standing in front of him. She only laughed again and smiled at him. His breath hitched in his throat as he took her in and realized that he had missed that smile, even though he had only seen it once before.
“Mr. Whitethorn, both you and I are well aware of how my daughter can sometimes be.” Rowan watched as a bit of red flushed her cheeks as she spoke, and his mind returned to their last meeting. Rowan chuckled a bit, even if he was dying on the inside. This now made two embarrassing interactions with this woman; he really wasn’t putting his best foot forward.
“Yes, I am only too aware at this point.” He said in a self-deprecating tone. “But they truly aren’t mine.”
Aelin laughed again. “Mr. Whitethorn, after our last meeting, it wouldn’t matter if they were yours or not. My five-year-old daughter seems intent on driving us together in the most awkward situations possible.”
Rowan loosed a breath and smiled at her. “Glad to see that you were able to take things in stride. And please call me Rowan.”
“Of course,” she replied. “Growing up with a cousin hell-bent on embarrassing me every chance he got meant that I developed some thick skin.”
“Cousin?” Rowan froze. It couldn’t possibly be the same one. “Does he happen to look like you?”
Aelin raised an eyebrow. “He might as well be my twin. My parents used to get us confused all the time growing up.”
“Ahhh…I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” Rowan scratched the back of his neck again. “I, uh, may have confused him for you one day when he was picking up Everly from school.”
Aelin laughed again, clutching her stomach. “Oh my god, you were the teacher that hit on him!”
Shit. That flush he felt earlier grew into a fire on his face. “I also hoped he would have kept that one to himself.”
“Oh, no, not a chance.” She smirked at him. “Aedion and I share everything. Seems I left a lasting impression last time I saw you?” She didn’t seem perturbed, though, that he tried to woo her cousin. Quite the opposite, in fact. Rowan breathed a sigh of relief.
“You could say that.” His voice deepened, and he saw her features soften toward him. Perhaps she did feel that same strange tug he felt, and maybe he could bend the rules just this once –
“Mama! I found a toy!”
Everly’s voice broke the moment as she waved a doll towards Aelin. Rowan watched as Aelin bent over to pick up her daughter, clutching her close to her chest as she turned to him. “Well, Rowan, it’s been nice to see you again. Perhaps next time, we can do it on purpose.”
She winked at him and pushed her cart away, Everly waving cheerfully at him over her shoulder.
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Rowan slumped on the couch, leaning his head against the frame. He was an absolute mess. He set rules for a reason and dating his student’s mother was one of those rules. It muddied the waters, making it hard for him to remain impartial regarding the students in his class. But even after two embarrassing meetings, he still felt utterly enamored with Aelin Galathynius.
The door to the flat opened, and Fenrys strode in a girl hanging off his arm. Rowan lifted a terse eyebrow at him, and Fenrys saluted as he made his way down the hall. Rowan had thrown the offending box of condoms on his bed, and even though they got him another chance to speak with Aelin, the embarrassment was enough to keep him from handling his flatmate directly.
His phone chirped next to him. Not wanting to deal with Fenrys’ passive aggressiveness, he reached over to turn off the ringer when he saw a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: Mr. Whitethorn, this is Aelin Galathynius. I found your cell phone number on the teacher information handout you sent home. I was wondering if we could set up a time to meet one on one regarding Everly’s behavior in your class.
Rowan had never saved a phone number faster in his life.
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I’ve already left a comment on intricate rituals, but I just realized I forgot an important part. Having experience with toys but not other people is such a fun solution. My fave. Yes he can take it (yes you will be the first). The possessiveness of it all!!
But also from author’s perspective being like. Nah I don’t wanna deal with That. Absolutely valid <3
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wAUGH THANK YOU!! <33
frank discussion about sex & the porny bits of my fic that got. really long somehow? below:
Hehehe yes - when I was writing, I hadn't necessarily intended that to be read as 'Tim's never bottomed before', but I realized belatedly that even if he's bottomed in the past, he certainly hasn't ever bottomed for an alpha >:3c
a lot of Jason's 'we don't have to, babe 🥺' came from anxiety about pushing for too much too fast as much as it came from the practical sentiment of 'knots are a lot to handle when ur body isn't made to take them' lmao
(because, well. look at his behavior for the entire fic, the boy spent six months gently boiling the frog of their relationship. the kind of wretched anxiety that spawns that behavior doesn't go away after one lousy love confession OTL TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE)
And Jason's been all up in Tim's business, so he KNOWS Tim hasn't been having a lot of sex because uh. He'd be able to smell it for one fjdslafjs and Tim would probably tell him about it for two fdjlafjk they talk about everything ugh they're soooo married in this fic it's disgusting lol
but like! Tim's never been with an alpha before!! of course he's never taken a real knot!! Jason would be the first OwO And it was one more way to shove another possessive omegaverse trope about Jason being jealous over Tim without it actually being awful fufufu
Hearing that Tim would be able to take his knot gave Jason extreme whiplash from 'wait what, how would you know that, who's been touCHING YOU' to 'holy fuck you've been prepping yourself? for me? that's so hot' and I am very here for any opportunity to indulge in possessive tropes with mostly just sexy consequences, especially with these two ;)
On another note, I genuinely think toys are great for testing out what you like, without fear of judgement and without worrying about 'doing well' or whatever. You can focus on yourself! You can see what works for you! You can discover your size kink-
- or lack thereof without it being tangled in complicated feelings or anxieties.
I looove the image of control freak Timothy Drake figuring himself out with toys once he knows that's an option (though imo he also doesn't give a fuck about what other people think enough that he'd be fine exploring with another person djslfa but i digress) and I love the image of control freak Timothy Drake wanting to experiment specifically with his partners to figure out all the ways they experience pleasure @_@ he wants to know how they're compatible, and he wants to know what makes them tick!!
*COUGH* anyway thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic, and that you enjoyed that part specifically <33!!
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