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forevamark · 2 years

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looking for attention (l.jn)

It’s finally here!

After many hours of not being able to stop adding and deleting parts of this fic, I decided on a final version! I hope it was thoroughly worth the wait!

Pairing: Jeno ft the ‘00 line dreamies x fem! reader insert

Tags: gamer idol au, secret girlfriend reader, slice of life, needy reader, jeno is a nerdy possessive hard head, substantial amount of plot leading up to the nasty, dialogue heavy, lowkey the ‘00 line wants you so bad, jeno knows everyone wants you so bad, y’all can look but not touch vibes, camera voyeurism,

Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.

Warnings: cursing/swearing, teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral male receiving, masturbation, phone sex, masturbation in public, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), breeding kink, mentions of potential five way, multiple partners (not directly), possessive domination, spit kink, thigh riding, spanking, slight choking, degradation, reader is a simpy subby sub sub, dumbification/bimbo kink, mentions of referring to reader as ‘pet’/’kitten’, ‘slut’ etc.

Word Count: ~7.95k words

Summary: Between Jeno being an idol and you being a current nursing school student, it’s hard to find time to be there for each other and actually feel like you two are dating. So when Jeno makes time to spend a whole day with you but actually spends the whole time playing with the boys online instead of helping you study for your exam, you decide it’s time to play some games of your own.

any and all feedback is appreciated! Not fully proofread sorry!

“Are you kidding me? Hyuck open your fucking eyes!” Jeno screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you have arrived at Jeno’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

—

Maybe you should have seen it coming when Jeno insisted on you bringing your class materials for your upcoming exam, promising that he will help you study. When he opened the door you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to savagely ravished in some long awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Jeno bounced around your mind as you anticipatingly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Jeno that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, “I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and moved towards his kitchen to grab some water and place your belongings on his table. Making your way to Jeno’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated and as you rounded the corner you saw him slouched over staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving.

“Hey babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again.

“Just go towards the back Jaem that way they won’t see you,” he called out adjusting his mic.

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No Hyuck, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe sorry I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if it won't just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.”

“Yeah, yeah swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to finish taking notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles closing the lecture video tab, Jeno walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge.

Jeno was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever encountered. When you two first met, he was just a baby face with the biggest mop of hair that was always cautious with his actions. He was the most respectful gentleman at the ripe age of 14, showing up to your front doorstep, stumbling over his words to your dad with a grandiose bouquet of roses asking for permission to officially court you. Yes, court you. Your parents loved Jeno; over time he proved his loyalty, respect, and care that he would have towards you. When he joined the company to pursue his dreams of being an idol, there wasn’t a night that he would miss sending you goodnight voice memos filled with words of affirmations or order the very same set of flowers to your doorstep on every month-anniversary. He was a hopeless romantic sweetheart, a cutie with a heart of chivalry.

But of course your parents had no idea to what your relationship was like when you two were alone, from losing your virginity with Jeno after your highschool prom, or him sending you breathy lewd videos of himself in response to photos you would send him in the middle of his busy training days before concerts and comebacks. You and Jeno were always willing to put in the time for one another, that is until as of lately…

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of banana milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Hyuck fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them to not see him,” he laughs while heading towards you.

Jeno flicked his hair to the side and tucked a hand into his pocket making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always. Long gone were his familiar long black locks that seemed to always fall right over his eyebrows from his childhood days. Jeno’s grown into his face for sure; his hair no longer midnight but reminiscent of it, that deep midnight blue with buzzed sides, cheeks high and chin angular. But no matter how much he’s changed, that precious eye smile will forever remain.

Straightening your back you leaned forward awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts and you can barely sit still as you think how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fill your head excitingly as you watch him stride closer. It has been a while since you two have been able to have a whole day to yourselves. However Jeno wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

Rolling your eyes, you open your laptop back up and move on to the next video. An excruciatingly long hour and half passed by and the droning, monotone voice of your professor proved to make you both tired and relentlessly bored. How can someone talk about phlebotomy so passionately for hours on end? Jeno’s cheers of wins and screeches of losses the whole time as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s stale voice deemed studying here was harder than you thought. Detangling your limbs from the chair, you walked towards his voice and heavy clacking.

“Nono, you said almost done like two hours ago,” you frowned while at the frame of his door.

He tore his eyes away from the screen finally noticing your sad demeanor, “I’m sorry baby we are almost done with this round, promise.”

You could hear the roar of jester he got from the boys on the other end of his call. A round of kissy sounds were coupled with a few mentions of him going ‘soft’ or ‘whipped’. “shut up guys, you guys are just jealous you’re single.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards him, “you told me you would make time for me today! How is this quality time Nono?”

“Yeah Nono? If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!” You heard Jaemin from the other end of his headphones.

“Shut up please, you incels!” Jeno muttered while muting his mic, removing his headphones to his neck, and resting his hands on your hips as you stood between his knees, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I swear we are almost done, if you want you can lay on my bed as you go through your flashcards?”

“I don’t want to study by myself anymore! You told me quality time and you would help me study! If I wanted to study alone I would have just stayed home…” you whined with your arms crossed.

“Okay,” Jeno rested his head into your stomach in an attempt to forgive him with his cuteness, “What about you lay on my bed behind me, and I’ll read out the flashcards and you can answer. That way I can help you study and I can finish this game with the boys?”

“I don’t want you to keep playing with the boys though… I want you to pay attention to me! I want your attention,” you said while stomping your foot for emphasis hoping he could hear the neediness in your infliction.

“Jeno! I don’t care how much your ass is in trouble with y/n! Get the fuck back in here I can’t keep covering for you!” Hyuck interjected while everyone else agreed to join in on the insults.

“One more sec!” he said into the mic before muting again, “last offer baby, I said I’m sorry, I’ll help you study and when we finish, then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

After a few seconds of looking into his puppy dog eyes and pouty lip you reluctantly agreed and retreated to the kitchen to gather your flashcards and study questions. Jeno cheered, turning in his chair to slot his headphones back on and situate his mic.

“Yo I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’m here, I’m just going to help y/n study while we finish out this round.”

“Dude you cannot be multitasking right now! We are so close to reaching the end game!” Renjun argued.

“We have never gotten this far, and I’m not wasting another two hours on trying to get here again so you better be focused,” Hyuck scolded.

“I swear I’m paying attention,” he nodded as you handed him the fat stack of decorated index cards. Jeno lightly giggled and smirked at you, “did you really decorate your nursing flashcards with stickers to make them all cutesy?”

“Yes?” you retorted, “and what about it?” as you situated yourself by laying on your back and your legs in the air.

“Because y/n” he turned in his chair to look at you trying not to linger his eyes on your bare legs in the air. He held one particular card up fully decorated, glittered, and written in smooth calligraphy reading, ‘testicular cancer’.

“I associate the decoration with the terms! It’s like a studying technique babe!” you sat up defending yourself.

“How did you associate testicular cancer with hello kitty and ice cream stickers?” he challenged.

Just as you were about to answer, Renjun’s voice filled the room, “Jeno! What did we just say? We almost lost Jaemin because you aren’t paying attention!”

Other voices chastised Jeno pulling him back to his computer pressing a few buttons and clicking profusely.

“Okay sorry again, I healed everyone, are we all good now?” he looked between his screens checking on everyone.

“We would have been better if you weren’t so busy talking about hello kitty and cancer? Which hello? Is not something to joke about!” Hyuck pressed.

“Actually it’s hello kitty, ice cream, and testicular cancer, Hyuck,” you chimed in from behind, “Okay Nono, I’m ready for my first question.”

“Okay…” after a couple more clicks he picked up the first card, “How do you use an Incentive Spirometer?”

“Oh that’s an easy one, first you have the patient sit up straight.”

“Ugh, so boring…can you at least mute yourself for now?” Jaemin sighed on the other end of the line.

Ignoring his remarks you continued, “then you have the patient exhale completely, third have the patient place their lips on the mouthpiece-”

“I know where I’d like to have your lips,” Jeno instinctively responded without thinking with a clear smirk on his lips. A burst of laughter erupted from his friends as well as your boyfriend as you sat there unimpressed.

“Dude you’re so gross,” Renjun muttered.

Meanwhile Hyuck must have been into it as he responded, “I second that.” Whereas Jaemin just laughed with a simple, “haha, I agree.”

“Watch it you two,” Jeno stoically grumbled while continuing to slam his fingers onto the keyboard.

“This is serious stuff guys! I need to pass my NCLEX next week.”

“Then why bother Jeno while he plays! Don't worry y/n we will return your precious Nono after we are done, okay? Just like your little exam is important to you, this is severely important to us,” Hyuck seriously tried to barter while the others chuckled.

“I don’t know how me having the opportunity to save lives is even comparable to your silly little games…”

The boys feigned hurt with a chorus of dramatic gasps.

“This ‘silly little game’ is everything,” Hyuck said.

Jaemin joined in, “we are also saving lives! We are fighting the bad guys!”

“Are you really trying to compare NPCs to real human beings?” you bit back.

“Hey, humans are humans babe,” Jeno chuckled.

“Those aren’t even humans!” You shouted from over his shoulder pointing at the screen.

“Look y/n, Hyuck is indeed…err… otherworldly looking, but alas he is a human,” Renjun innocently said.

“Hey! Just for that I’m not healing you!”

“Baby we didn’t even get through one question,” you turned towards Jeno.

“Babe, maybe if you played games you would understand why we are so into this,” he pried.

“I don’t have time for games when I’m busy studying! Studying to try and get a job by the way! To get a job so we can get married and start a family! Ya know? To provide for us and our future, maybe?” you said while clutching the bottom of your shirt, anger fueling you.

“Woah there.”

“Yooo…”

“Yikes Jeno. Made mama bear mad.”

“Babe, chill out, I’m just joking. But honestly it wouldn’t kill you if you just took a break every now and then. Games are a great stress relief for me, maybe I should get you hooked on a game so you can be occupied while I’m online,” he said matter of factly.

“Again! What part of quality time do you not understand!” you threw your arms up to fall backwards onto his bed.

“Yo! Nice shot Jaem!”

It’s good to know your boyfriend will always be listening to you!!

Frustrated -both literally and sexually- you stomped your way out of the room and back into the kitchen making it a point to slam his door.

“Almost done babe, I swear!”

—

You lightly hummed along to the music playing in your ears as you stood yet again in Jeno’s kitchen, taking the liberty of washing his dishes that have been left in the sink for far too long. The boys have had a heavy and strict schedule everyday so it should be no surprise that he barely has time to take care of himself. He just flew in last week from Japan, doing some promotion for their Japanese comeback. His luggages were still left untouched by the front door, he was probably too tired to even unpack his things. His passport and neck pillow sat on top of the bags and you decided to crack it open and put some of his things away. After pressing the button to turn on the washing machine full of his dirty clothes from the trip, you decide to make some dinner for your hard working boyfriend.

You stirred a pot slowly as you watched a fancam of Jeno’s latest performance. Maybe it was the steam from the soup you were making clouding your judgment, or it was the way Jeno looked way more buff than the last promotion, or was it his new dark blue hair with that sexy line cut into the sides? Whatever it was, it definitely distracted you enough to accidentally slice your finger a bit and unknowingly notice the pot about to boil over next to you. Stringing out a list of profanities and quickly moving to remove the pot and tend to your hand, the video of Jeno continued to play. His body took up the whole frame, as the cameraman decided to do a full head to toe of him as he stood catching his breath and sending a smolder into the lens. Time seemed to still as he licked his lips, and grabbed at his pants with a boyish smile, nonetheless making you and the fans go wild. The camera pans to the crowd, a few banners filled with the Dreamie’s faces, and your boyfriend’s name etched among the sea of green light sticks. He looked so good, the memories of that night filled your mind as you stood watching the screen go black and the timer asking if you wanted the next video or to play again.

–

Jeno called you the moment he got back to his hotel room. He was exhausted and missing you, a very deadly combo. He didn’t even get to make it to the shower, flopping onto the couch facing the window looking out into the night city skyline.

“Hey princess,” he said as he saw your face come into view.

“Oh hey baby!” you giggled out loud, there was loud music playing in the background accompanied by the strobing neon lights. Your cohort friends convinced you to come out after your exam to celebrate. You did try to get out of it, considering Jeno was going to be performing and you wanted to watch it live, but how could you explain the absolute significance to your friends? They would constantly tease you about the ‘boyfriend material’ lock screen you had of Jeno, and the albums you had lined up in your room, deeming you a delusional fan- little did they know…

“Did you watch my performance?” Jeno asked, lifting the phone up higher as if it would make it seem like you’re there with him.

“What did you say?” you screamed over the song in the background, “hold on let me go outside!”

“y/n! Let’s take a shot!” you heard a voice from behind you, one of your good friends Jennie said while haphazardly waving at you to come.

“One sec!” you made your way outside the club and leaned against the side of the building away from the crowds and cars finally getting some peace and privacy. You were very very drunk, probably more than you wanted to be without Jeno there, but you had to admit, it felt like a weight was off your shoulders. You were fucking proud of yourself! First exam of the semester and you did good!

“y/n,” Jeno’s eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. You too lifted your phone screen higher letting him see your full frame come into view, “Fuck, I love that dress on you so much.”

“I know!” you whined running your hands down your body over the black fitted fabric, “I remembered you liked this one so I wore it tonight. Kinda makes it feel like you’re here too.”

“You look…” Jeno couldn’t even get the words out. His eyes glued to the woman on his screen, looking at him with innocent wide eyes that had big lashes fluttering at him, lips rouged and pouted, and a bountiful set of breasts being teased by your manicured fingers.

“Ugh baby I miss you so much…” you hummed hitting just the right spot over one of your hardened nubs, “can you come back already?”

“Baby I come back in a few days then I have you all to myself. Just you and me,” he whispered, completely entranced as he watched your hands move farther and farther down. He didn’t even notice the way his hands were already unconsciously palming over himself awaiting your next move.

“You know if you were here,” he slurred while looking past the camera and into the distance, “I wouldn’t have to be doing this myself.” Before Jeno could even respond you let out a lusty moan feeling your fingers enter yourself with ease with a leg propped up against the bricked wall.

“Oh my god,” Jeno incredulously whispered, completely bewildered by what he was witnessing. He seemed to finally snap out of it when you looked back to him asking him if he was going to join you. He hurriedly took off his pants and stuffed his shirt into his mouth as he gave in and tugged at himself, “I need this. I need you. So bad. Lemme see you baby, please.”

You took a quick look around, no one was around in this area as the party kept going around the corner at the front of the building. Deeming the coast clear you propped your phone on the ground at an angle for Jeno could see your full silhouette take up the screen. A couple of parked cars were behind you in the alley and you leaned against one, arms supporting your weight as you leaned down letting your dress ride up, exposing your ass completely.

“Fuck baby. Open up more for me,” Jeno threw his head back, sliding his hand faster and faster against himself, “I can see how wet you are, dripping all over your fingers. What if someone were to see you? Bent over a stranger's car, fingering yourself on the phone to your famous boyfriend. Dumb little kitty can’t wait for me to get home huh?”

Jeno’s words egged you on farther, now sliding down the car due to your legs slowly giving out.

“Quiet down slut I can hear you from here, don’t want someone to see my kitten fucking herself outside all alone. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he seethed but you both knew deep down you liked the idea of being so close to being caught.

“Please Nono, I’m so close…” you howled suddenly seeing stars as your orgasm approached. You could hear some voices get louder as they were approaching the corner of the building you were at, about to be caught.

“Y/n!” Jeno screamed releasing himself all over his abdomen, breathing labored as he continued to watch you fuck yourself against the car, “baby no,” he sternly said.

You halted your movements knowing exactly what that meant. You collected yourself and yanked your dress down before hobbling back in your heels to pick up the phone, “what’s wrong my love?” you furrowed your eyes.

“You’re not cumming without me, and you're definitely not cumming outside where everyone gets a free show,” he indignantly said.

“But Nono you got to!”

“I am under a lot of stress right now,” he sighed while releasing the shirt from his mouth allowing it to puddle into the mess on his stomach, “Plus, I’m alone, for your eyes only love,” he cheekily smirked with a wink, “Now get your ass back inside, text me when you get home, stay safe.”

–

That was the last time you and Jeno actually got it on as the kids would say. In hindsight, three days wasn’t that long, but you haven’t had a true Jeno induced orgasm in a couple weeks! A couple weeks! And here he is, finally alone with you insisting to play video games with his bandmates that are with him every other waking hour of the day. The paused image of Jeno during his performance taunting you with that cocky smug smile.

Fuck this, if Jeno wants to play games then…

Let's play.

–

“Dude we are doing so well, I can’t believe it. At this point we should probably start streaming this shit!” you hear Jeno say as you walk back into his room.

“If we make it out, let’s do it all again and stream it!” Hyuck replies. If Jeno knew you were back in the room, he didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement this time.

Let’s change that.

You huff loudly as you dramatically waltz around his room, pretending to look at things carefully as if it was your first time there. Jeno sneaks a look over as you fling the doors of his closet open before stepping inside, fingers dancing over each hanging shirt. You smile as some remind you of memories of dates or performances and even ones you’ve stole borrowed in the past. Finally finding the shirt he wore from the latest performance, you tugged at the end of your shirt and lifted it, your pants following after leaving you in the matching dark green set you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with.

“Bro how can you not see-” Jeno chokes on his own spit as you noticed your movement and was shocked to see your full ass on display.

“Did I not see what?” The boys questioned.

Good he fell for the first trap.

“Uh, I don’t know, sorry.” he shook his head looking back at the screen but still constantly watching you from the side, suddenly interested in your actions. You took the shirt off of the hanger and slowly shimmied it on, it ending just under your cheeks. Jeno swallowed hard as he tried to focus on the game in front of him, as strategy was crucial in this next part.

You turned back into his room and made your way to his dresser eyeing each chain and sets of rings that were neatly lined up by color and finger placement. Turning to look back at Jeno, his eyes met yours questioningly as you simply smiled back while eyeing his frantic hands on his custom built keyboard.

Those fingers. Those veins. Those hands.

You picked a simple silver chain necklace with a cross on it and a layered gold set of chains, as well as 6 various matching rings then made your way to him. Holding up the chains and looking at him, studying what would look best on him now.

Jeno smiled at you, “Nice shirt. What are you doing with my jewelry?”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you mumbled while comparing the two, “just wondering which one would look best while swinging above me later.”

Jeno’s smile dropped along with his jaw as he scrambled to mute the mic before the boys could comment on what they just heard.

“B-Baby, you can’t be doing that right now!”

Ignoring him you hovered the silver one above your leaned back head and swayed it back and forth, “I think I’m going to go with this one.” Before he could respond, you swung a leg over him and onto his lap to secure the silver around his neck. The cross sat heavy on his bare chest, “so pretty.” you cheered while placing a quick peck on his forehead then hopping off- of course not without a cheeky dip of your hips into his crotch making him shudder.

“What do you think you’re playing at, kitten?” he stares finally catching up.

“Just doing what you told me,” you innocently said while sinking to your knees, “just finally getting into some games of my own. Ya know, like you said,” you palmed over his now growing erection, “this way you can keep playing, and so can I.” Jeno sat starstruck for a couple seconds, caught off guard by how much control you’ve taken in the matter of minutes. He was genuinely contemplating on just shutting down his computer and texting the guys that his power went out unexpectedly, but they’d never let him hear the end of it for that. You noticed his inner turmoil, “I said keep playing Nono.”

That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was the screaming profanities from Jaemin that snapped Jeno out of it and tucked you, and his legs, back under his desk and unmuted his mic.

“Jeno I’m getting really tired of you not getting your head in the game right now,” Renjun muttered.

“Oh he’s definitely getting his head in the game,” you whispered before pulling down his underwear and sweatpants then pulling his cock out before you. Jeno let out a sigh from both situations and decided to appease his friends by catching back up and trying to focus.

This proved to be harder than any dance practice because he couldn’t focus on anything. Every time he tried to aim at an enemy you seemed to swallow his cock all the way down till it hit the back of your throat. Every time he tried to close his eyes just for a second and thrust back into your warm mouth, he got hit and took damage. In other words, he couldn’t find it in him to fully enjoy either action he was partaking in.

“Lee. Jeno. What the fuck!” Haechan raged, “Did you seriously just die? Right now? Before the final round? I’m going to kill you myself with my own hands next time I see you!” Jeno couldn’t even seem to care because he was too busy stifling his moans by biting his lip as you twisted your hand over and over, running your tongue over his tip showing him just how much spit and precum could pool in your mouth before it spilled out of your lips as you shoved him back in. How could he even care about this stupid game when you sat before him giving him the best head he’s had? Had you known all along that this is his biggest fantasy yet?

“Jeno! Answer me! What the fuck has you so preoccupied right now?” Hyuck turned his camera on, face coming into view on the screen, “Come on. Come out here and face us, you asshole.” Surely enough a pissed looking Renjun and Jaemin came into the discord call, each in their own respective set up, camera propped from either side or above angles. Jeno couldn’t bring himself to press the camera button, not with him splayed out in his chair with his hands tangled in your hair pushing you further and further.

“Answer them.” you demanded while looking up at him with those devilish eyes. He shook his head, too lost in the pleasure to even respond, only panting.

“Dude is something actually wrong or are you again not paying attention? Did this mean nothing to you?” Renjun questioned next.

“N-No it’s not that,” Jeno barely got out as you massaged his balls tenderly while sucking hard on his tip.

“Is something wrong with you? Have you had any symptoms since we got back from Japan?” Jaemin tried to sympathize lightly, “You sound terrible man. I can hear your breathing. Had to reconnect my set like three times because I couldn’t tell if that was one of you guys or my audio output.”

“Uhm…Fuck…I uh…ahh!” Jeno was experiencing such immense waves of pleasure he didn’t even care if they knew at this point.

“For fucks sake Jen!” Hyuck stood with his hands gripping his desk, “If you’re going to be fucking y/n while on the call with us at least let us watch!” Renjun and Jaemin’s eyes became the size of rockets upon hearing Hyuck’s outburst.

“Wait- Jeno are you…?” Renjun started yet unable to finish his thought.

“Oh my god are you fucking y/n right now Jeno?” Jaemin asked incredulously.

“Of course he is, dummies. Why do you think he kept messing up and breathing all heavy? We’ve shared rooms together you y/n teaser, we know what your moans sound like!” said Hyuck.

“And so what if I am getting blown right now?” Jeno finally breathed out while running a finger down the side of your chin scooping up globs of precum before shoving it back in your mouth, “not like I’d ever let you incels watch my girl anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Jeno was always so possessive over you. Something about never having any constants after becoming an idol except you- type of romantic but kinda terretorial reasoning.

“Why not baby?” you decided to speak up enough to let them hear you now that the cat’s finally out of the bag. You let go of Jeno’s cock with a plop then stood up in front of him, “You know I’ve always had the fantasy of having a third…” you started then sat on his naked lap, “maybe even a fourth…” your lips trailed up his stilled neck before meeting his lips in front of the microphone whispering, “or I don’t know… maybe even a fifth.”

“Guys we don’t need to force them into doing anything Jeno’s not comfortable with,” Renjun awkwardly yet excitedly laughed.

“You know I don’t want to share you.” Jeno adamantly said while staring you down intently, “I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Well, in a way you’re not sharing me…”

You could see the options flipping in Jeno’s brain. The idea of his friends lusting over you outwardly- because he already knew they did secretly- would drive him insane. He didn’t like the aforementioned fantasies you’ve had of multiple partners- his bandmates at that- to turn you on. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fact that his dick twitched at the thought of him staking his claim on you primitively in front of the very men that yearned over you. As he thought it over more, it turned him on immensely at the scenario of showing off just how trained and fixated you were for him and only ever will be, him. And you were right, he wouldn’t necessarily be sharing you, he would merely be reminding his fellow 00 liners just how much you really were his. That no matter how much you thought of this very scene, it would be him making you reach the point of ecstasy.

“He won’t do it guys, he’s too much of a-” Hyuck started but was cut off by the sudden press of a button and a small chime that signaled Jeno’s camera being turned on.

“Holy…”

“Shit.”

There you sat, perched on Jeno’s naked thigh, riding with your head thrown back, hair swaying without a care in the world, with Jeno’s hand firmly pulling your ass forward and backward, as he leaned all the way back in his gaming chair, other hand resting on your thighs.

“Faster.” Jeno commanded while staring at the video output with eagle eyes.

“Yes Jeno,” you moaned loudly, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulder for support.

“Honestly Jen I thought of this fantasy about a thousand times-” Hyuck muttered while palming himself, eyes not leaving the sight of your clit furiously hitting Jeno’s leg.

“Baby, I don’t want to hear them if we’re going to be doing this. Louder. Now.” Jeno commanded, to which you obliged immediately. Stings of nothingness flowing out of your mouth like maple syrup. “Make them want it baby, I know you can sing so well for me, let us hear you.” Jeno stared into the camera and placed the headset on you, adjusting the mic so it would pick up even the faintest of whimpers and clicked around on his screen to adjust the audio to his speakers.

“Holy…I can hear her pussy,” Jaemin wondered aloud.

“C-can we see how wet you are? Please” Renjun quietly asked with flushed cheeks.

“Of course!” You happily bounded about to grab the camera, but Jeno stopped your actions with a simple raise of a hand, taking the very same and reaching between you both to shove three fingers inside you making you arch your back into a fold upon entering and became mewling at the newfound pleasure that the curl and pounding his fingers did to you. Right as you were about to see stars he pulled his fingers out and held them close to the camera for the others to see. Your slick is thick and aromatic, the whole room began to smell the very same, and he spread his fingers to show the sheer amount of wetness Jeno can cause.

“Jeno, I’m sorry but not sorry in advance,” and soon enough Hyuck stood up to remove his shorts and free his cock, looking down once to spit on it to help aid his hand in the fucking its about to receive.

“Me too,” Renjun fumbled, knocking down his water bottle that was on the table and quickly removing his shirt and pants. His hands frantically searched for his lotion and you giggled taking a look back and see him run around his room before pumping three squirts into his hand and not even bothering to walk back to the screen just stand there and throw his head back in ecstasy.

Jaemin on the other hand sat very lackadaisical in his chair simply smirking and biting his lip. His arms sat crossed over his abdomen with deep uninterrupted attention as if he himself was in the room sitting behind you, a predator stalking its prey.

“Not doing it for you Jaem? Thought you’re into this stuff?” Jeno mused.

“I’m more of a sit back and watch, play later type of guy, don’t worry, I’m enjoying where this is going.”

“Suit yourself Jae,” you sighed dreamily. You turned to look at your boyfriend who looked a lot more comfortable than you would have initially thought, “baby can you please fuck me now?”

“I don’t know about that kitten,” he tutted, “haven’t been very much of a good pet for me lately.” Jeno picked you up to turn you towards the camera to face the reflective image of yourself next to the fucked out faces of your friends. He pulled you backwards by the neck holding you in place as he played with your pussy in front of them, completely splayed out on top of him, your legs over his, feet hooked under his calves. Jeno took two fingers into his mouth taking his time savoring the unique and beautiful taste of you on his tongue.

You always imagined in this scenario you’d be focused on watching the others, the thought of multiple men gathered in hunger over your body, ready to worship every inch of you just for the chance to be picked worthy to feel you. But you kept forgetting the rest of the dreamies were even there, enamored with the way that time after time Jeno will prove to you that he, and only him, knows your body inside and out. He knows what makes you twitch in pleasure and what will make you cry in the best pain.

His fingers grazed your breasts, tugging and pinching at each nipple with equal attention. Palms gliding over your curves as he relishes in the moment as it's been weeks and months of yearning he’s felt while apart. Your aching core begs for attention and you attempt to squeeze your legs together to hopefully gain some type of friction but Jeno denies by smacking your thighs each time as a reminder of who is in charge of making you both reach the brink of euphoria tonight.

“Don’t be a brat in front of our guests,” he muttered while nibbling on your ear, “I taught you better than that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Of course you have a sir kink y/n,” Renjun smiles lazily. He found his way to his bed, reclined himself against the headboard watching from a distance, “we all called it.”

“Only for my Nono,” you smiled as you leaned up and kissed him for the first time. He let you feast over him, he knew you had to get it out messily. After he humored you his tongue fought back with dominance stunning you in the moment. He takes the chance to sneak his fingers into you, sliding them in and out while his other hand rapidly circling over, stimulating your clit. The pleasure began to build and you chanted his name over and over, hand finding their way behind yourself into his hair to over your breasts, you didn’t really know you just had to grab onto something as you reach your first orgasm.

“You like that? You like being a slut? You like parading yourself around here all stuck up but all you really want is a cock to shut you up huh? That’s right my little cock slut huh?” A symphony of moans were echoing all around the room. Jeno in your ear, your screams not forming coherent words, the rest of the boys agreeing in Jeno’s degradation, affirming how much of slut you are over the speakers.

“Answer him slut.” Hyuck ordered, “Tell all of us how much you want to get railed. Tell him how you want to be stuffed to the brim.”

“I-I do! I want it all! I admit it! I want all of you, any of you, I just need to be filled please!” Tears shot out of your eyes and Jeno lifted you and slammed your frame onto his cock.

“Too much! You’re too big Nono!” Your body was on fire, and although you were on top, Jeno was indeed in control as his hips powerfully snapped up to meet yours to the point you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. He rose to his feet, easily holding you up, and his ring cladded hands gripped firmly into your fleshy sides. Your toes grazed the floor, as you held your upper weight on the desk, breasts heavy and hands clammy. Jeno pounded into you from behind, a hand coming down every so often to land red splotches on your right butt cheek then rubbing it to soothe the pain. You thanked him each time his hand collided with your skin, thanking him for the immense pleasure that was well worth the wait.

“How many more do you guys think she deserves?” Jeno finally addresses his friends who were rubbing their cocks raw at the live action porn in front of them- including Jaemin who has now joined in.

“At least ten.”

“She’s been pretty good, Jeno maybe just five more.”

“Nah, our cock slut here made us lose our game after hours of hard work!” Jaemin grunted while stroking his erection slowly but with a tight fist, “If it were up to me, I’d say twenty.”

“Heard that baby?” Jeno says while pounding into you mercilessly and moves the hair out of your face, “Twenty more it is.” Jeno is ruthless on his punishment, especially with the boys egging him on, chiming in to spank you harder or to start over when you forget to count a number aloud. By the time you hit an official twenty, you orgasmed again. He ignores your cries for a break and continues to demolish your body in any way he pleases, he knows your body well, he knows when you’re at your threshold.

“My bad love,” Jeno slows, pulling out momentarily, “I forgot you wanted to see this chain swing back and forth, let me fix that.” He pulls you again like a limp ragdoll, high off your previous orgasms and onto his bed. You have a moment to breathe as he walks back to the computer to detach his camera and slowly film his way up your body. He zooms into the sight of your creamed pussy, rubbed red raw at the hour of abuse it just endured, drowning in attention and slick. Your breasts are riddled with a palette of reds, blues, and purples, forming a jagged letter ‘J’ in between the valley, once again making a show of marking his territory.

“Princess, think you can handle one more?” Jeno asked while raising the camera to have your tear stained face come into view.

“Anything for you sir.”

Jeno takes no time to thrust back in, bottoming out before rutting back in with long, hard, deep strokes. You’re body is on overdrive now, not used to the constant orgasms due to the lack of action you’ve not been receiving. Leaving you not able to form words only sounds and muttering each of the boys’ names. Jeno continued to ram into you with force and vigor, asking questions of, “who owns this pussy?” and “Who makes you feel like this?” “Are you ever going to mess with me while I play again baby?”

“Jeno…can’t… hold longer,”

“A little more baby,”

“Ah shit!” Hyuck finally screams as he paints his abdomen white with cum dripping down.

“Just like that baby!” Renjun also hollers while watching his cum shoot upwards, his body limply breathing on his bed, completely spent.

“You can do it y/n,” Jaemin encourages with half lidded eyes.

“Come on baby, you’re going to make four grown men fall to their knees cumming, I need you there too baby,” Jeno whispers, his thrusts sloppier and the fastest yet, chasing his high. He’s so out of it he starts rambling, “Such a good kitten for me. Always wants my cock no matter what. I’m going knot you baby. Going to cum in this little pussy so hard that you’re going to get nice and round with my babies soon. You’d like that wouldn’t you kitten? I don’t know why you needed to sneak attack me baby all you had to do was ask I would give it to you any time you know this…”

You cut Jeno off with one line that sets him off, “All I’ll ever want is your attention, Nono.” And like that he lets out a deep moan and with a final thrust you feel him cum inside you, and not long after you join him with another string of chants of his name thanking him. Not letting any of him slip out of you, he tosses the camera to the side. Hyuck and Renjun dozing off from their post nut, and Jaemin still lazily stroking himself.

You shoot Jaemin a sideways glance and like he knew, he just says, “like I said, I like to watch. Thanks for the show you two, it will definitely keep me occupied for a couple more hours.” he suggested with a wink.

“Again, like Jaemin said earlier,” Hyuck clears his throat, “If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!”

Jeno shushes them all before clicking the end call button and turning himself back to you, “Now baby, I want some of that attention,” before pulling you into bed with him.

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And that’s it! Lmk of any and all feedback, I’m super open to it! If you want to be apart of any tag lists for future updates (may have a part 2 in mind for this whaaaat???) of this fic or any others message me to be added!

I blame Zoo Jeno- yall know which one i’m talking about ! the one that made everyone more feral than usual, the eboy look, dark blue hair with the cut sides and ugh too much for my brain rot tbh. Also the driving force to complete this piece was really Key’s song with Jeno- Villain. It reminded me of Zoo Jeno and I just had to complete my eboy/gamer/idolverse brainrot of Jeno.

till next time,

<3 eva

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Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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chan in the teacher's office with a massive praise kink that you just wouldn't give to him :DDDDDD

[MOE THANK YOU FOR THIS BABYYYYYYYY]

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Someone was a two-faced snake, and you had a good idea who it could be. Of all the names on the list to apply for the TA opening, you didn’t put it past the candidate who got the job to have thrown you under the bus to get there.

In fact, Chan had been there when you went to drop off your application materials in person between class sessions. The only problem was you had been running miserably late for your next class when you hadn’t found the professor in his office like you’d originally attempted.

“Are you looking for the professor?” He’d curiously asked, sitting in the front row of the lecture hall and packing up his things. He looked a bit familiar, and you wondered where you’d seen him as he introduced himself even though you didn’t have much time or desire to care. When you told him you had something to give to the professor, Chan had simply grinned and warmly offered to take whatever you had and make sure it was delivered if you had to leave. You had felt uneasy, but there was no way you’d get to class on time if you waited.

So now Chan was the TA. And now you only wanted to get back at him.

You did some quick research, of course. No one really noticed or cared that you sat in on a lecture one afternoon when your schedule allowed, and tapped around on your laptop to see if you could find any info on Chan. Now you knew why you thought you recognized him. He was everywhere. Debate club, soccer team, president of his frat — he was seasoned at clawing his way to the top, apparently. You also realized you’d heard his name whispered around. Chan was incredibly attractive and capable, but thoroughly unapproachable as he was constantly busy with school and cold to anyone who presented a distraction. Even then, however, you learned from some friends that word around campus was he was a sucker for blowing off steam with the occasional pickup from the library.

So you went to the library. Every day, for the next week, you hung out at the library until after dark to study and work, practically living in a study station as close to the front entrance as you could get. Eventually, your diligence paid off and you saw him browsing the shelves. You’d made sure to evoke the look of the girls you’d heard he’d fooled around with — cute, eager, and susceptible. You packed up your bag and made to cross the library floor as Chan headed down between the tables, and pretended to be obliviously startled as you bumped into him and dropped your books.

You were sure to look sheepish. Chan beamed at you as he helped you pick up your books. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you giggled demurely as you dusted yourself off. “I’m so sorry — hey, don’t I know you?”

Chan’s eyes shined with opportunity. He clearly recognized you, but you didn’t recognize him? “No, I don’t think we know each other,” he innocently shrugged, “but I sure would like to.”

You let Chan buy you a coffee at the library cafe that evening. You let him buy you a coffee the next day at the cafe in the student lounge, too. You even let him walk you to class, and you even went to the library together to study that afternoon. It was then, as he got up to look for a book, that you peered into his bag. Nothing out of the ordinary — until you spied what you were looking for. Nonetheless, you had ended the night telling Chan, “You’re the best,” and his winning smile had the smallest edge of smugness to it that you couldn’t deny.

This ruse with Chan continued for a whole week (you even got a dinner out of it) until you decided to make your move. Of all the pretty boy alpha types you ever came across in school, Chan wasn’t as obnoxious, but he was still every bit as insufferable, and your need to one-up him hadn’t waned whatsoever. Part of his tasks as TA were to get into the professor’s office and copy the grades and feedback into the web portal for records and student access. This was normally best done during the professor’s lunch, since he didn’t have his next class until much later that afternoon and this left Chan plenty of time. He just wasn’t expecting to see someone sitting in the professor’s chair when he came in this time.

You spun in the chair, giving him a knowing smile when you faced him. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” Chan grinned, more confused than surprised. “What’re you doing here?”

“I missed you,” you pouted. Chan’s eyes were glued to your knees under your skirt as you uncrossed your legs and leaned forward, hands set apparently eager upon your thighs. “I wanted to see you.”

Chan, that idiot. He dropped his bag as he closed the door behind him and instantly approached you. You tried to hold back, not wanting to give anything away, and you let him duck down to cup your face before he just went for it and kissed you for the first time. It was nice, admittedly, his soft lips pressed to yours just hard enough to let his desire become apparent. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he smiled radiantly.

“So have I,” you nodded sweetly.

“Come on,” Chan kissed you again, murmuring against your lips as he pulled on your hand, “let’s go back to my place.”

“Mmph, no,” you whined as you sat back in the chair and let your knees fall open, “I want you right here, professor.”

Chan paused, his ego clouding his mind and getting distracted when you teasingly ran your fingers down his chest and over his belt. To really sell the ruse for the past week, you had seemed too bashful to really even hold hands this whole time, so this was proving effective as Chan stood a bit stunned, lips parted like he was trying to find any words at all when you finally pulled at his shirt and brought him back down to kiss you again.

This seemed to ignite something in Chan, as he groaned in your kiss and instantly dropped to his knees in front of you. “You want it?” He asked, his voice already growing husky from arousal. You nodded, seemingly desperate before he slid a hand up your knee and he kissed you harder now, his tongue hungrily prodding into your mouth while his fingers brazenly brushed against your panties.

“Oh, professor,” you moaned cutely, which only served to fuel Chan’s motivations as he massaged your accumulating wetness into you with his fingertips. You knew what would be coming. He’d heard you gush that he was the best for the past week and now he only wanted to hear you moan it for him while he fucked you. However, even then he didn’t want to rush you too much. He waited until the moment you reached for his belt. If he had been thinking more clearly, Chan would’ve considered what the consequences could be if he got caught fucking in the professor’s office, but that much consideration was a pipe dream the second you pulled his jeans open and exposed his hard member.

Chan clawed into your hips and pulled you to the edge of the professor’s chair before he nudged your soaked panties to the side and lined up against you. His hushed gasp was even sort of cute when he finally began to rock his hips into you. It was almost distracting, the way his brows furrowed and the way his cheeks flushed as he worked his way deep inside you. But you wouldn’t allow yourself to get distracted. Instead, you forced yourself to be starkly silent.

It didn’t take long for Chan to notice. His groans sounded more frustrated within minutes, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. “Come on, baby, I know it’s so good,” he panted. “Tell me how good it is.”

“Yeah,” you clearly placated, “it’s so good.”

Chan was pretty much flabbergasted, practically stupefied before he decided to try something else. Clearly, this had never happened before. More than likely, every girl who had ever wrapped her legs around him made him feel like a deity before you came along. Chan stubbornly scooped you up from the chair and picked you up to perch you on the professor’s desk before he began fucking you in earnest again. “There we go,” he groaned in satisfaction, “that’s much better, isn’t it?”

“It is,” you casually agreed, “it’s way better.”

“What is your deal?!” Chan finally broke, but his hips didn’t stop snapping against you.

“Nothing,” you shrugged innocently, trying hard not to squeal from how amazing Chan felt inside you.

“No no, you don’t get to pull that,” Chan shook his head adamantly, “I’m an amazing lay, don’t play games with me.”

“Who’s playing games?” You asked. “I just thought you were going to fuck me like you did when you ruined my chances of getting the TA position.”

“The what?!” Chan backed up, his cock popping out of your dripping pussy before you fiercely clutched his shirt to pull him close again.

“The TA position, you fucking asshole,” you growled, “don’t play dumb now.”

“So you did recognize me,” Chan snapped, even as he still recovered from you suddenly saying anything more severe than dang. You rolled your eyes despite his slick length prodding back inside you.

“Of course I did, stupid. So who’s worse: me for lying, or you for wanting to rub your victory in my face by being some sex god?”

“Look, it isn’t like that—“

“Oh my god, Chan, I’m being rhetorical, of course it’s you. Trying to have your cake and eat it too? How predictable. And what were you gonna do? Make me worship your dick and bask in my stupidity?”

“You’re making it sound so much worse!” Chan laughed defensively, even as his dick was currently filling you out again. “Maybe I thought if you didn’t recognize me I’d actually have a chance with you? You can stop pretending this isn’t good and just hate me like a normal fucking person.”

“Or you could actually earn it instead of just insisting on it,” you grinned. “It’s fine though, I won’t tell anyone you’re just alright in the sack. Only you and I will know... but that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it?”

“You are such a conniving bitch!”

“Then why are you still fucking me, stupid? Admit you want to earn it and maybe we’ll make some progress here. You clearly fucked my chances so you’re lucky I’m in this for sport and not reporting you to the deans.”

“Why would you?! You have no proof—“

Chan shut up, instantly, as you plucked open a button on your blouse to pull the stolen application you’d found in his bag out from where it was tucked in your bra. “Earn it, stupid. Earn it or I’m reporting you to the deans.”

He swallowed down his retort as he eyed the application in your hand. “I'm guessing you have a picture of that application sitting in my bag where you found it,” he muttered as he tried to catch his breath.

“Of course I do, you dumb cock. Now admit you want to earn your gold star; you’re making this less fun the more you pussyfoot around it.”

Chan paused, staring down the piece of paper as you folded it back up and reached forward to tuck it in his pocket. It was that tiny gesture that assured him of something he’d wondered since you first exposed your plot. Hadn’t you been getting along? It couldn’t have all been a lie. Suddenly, Chan felt much more at ease once you put the application in his pocket. This was a game, or just sportsmanship, like you said — and he was an awful loser.

“Fine, I want it,” Chan admitted with disgust, “I want you to tell me how good I am. Tell me how to get it.”

“Oh, now I have to tell you?” You laughed out loud even while you tried your hardest to keep your voice steady. “You wouldn’t need me to tell you if you were such an amazing lay.”

Chan’s cheeks flushed immediately at the comeback. “Do you want it or not, you bitch.” It was almost a pout, and you loved how pathetic it was.

“On the floor, slut.”

Your command was simple but the humiliation burned Chan enough that he didn’t even have a retort for you while he slipped back out of you and lowered himself to the floor. His leaking member was still standing tall even when you raised a foot to playfully shove into his shoulder to lay him down. You stepped closer, like you were circling prey and taking your time before you were soon stood with your flats on either side of his head on the professor’s office floor. He sucked in a gasp as he got a great view up your skirt until you lowered yourself fully onto his face and reached forward to grab onto his cock. Chan shivered.

“See? You could’ve been having this much fun this whole time,” you purred as you massaged his length. “You just had to find someone to make you stop trying to pretend to be some top dog alpha male.”

“Please,” Chan moaned against you, “you taste so fucking good but please let me fuck you again.” He was muffled once you ground your soaked pussy against his plush lips, swollen and red by now. His hands gripped hard onto your thighs where you straddled his face, caught between trying to breathe and trying to lick every inch of you.

“You sure, slut?” You grinned. “You sure I won’t be bored into thinking about my thesis research?”

“I told you that subject is way too broad--” Chan bit back until you shut him back up again. You took mercy as he whined into you. “I want it,” he gasped once you lifted off of him again. “You won’t be bored if you tell me what to do. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Anything to succeed, huh?” You taunted. You could almost feel him blush harder under you. Admittedly, Chan was accelerating your arousal more than you ever wanted to admit. For being such a cocky jerk, he was incredibly good with his tongue — maybe his loud mouth was good for something after all. Worse still, you did want to feel his cock inside you again.

You tried to seem nonchalant as you arose to your feet, because the last thing you wanted was to give away your excitement while you turned and sat yourself down on Chan’s hips. “Look at me, Chan,” you softly directed, one hand steadying yourself by pressing into his shoulder and your other hand raked back into his hair. He did look at you, all puppy dog eyes and his lips slick with you as he still tried to catch his breath while you slowly slid his warmth back inside you. You both groaned now, and he immediately lit up at your response as you began to roll your hips against his.

He practically whimpered the second you moaned again, and if you’d known you just needed to train him to respond to any reaction out of you to get you so fired up, you wouldn’t have even bothered with making him fight for any praise. Chan groaned and whined under you as you roughly rode him and angled your hips so you could still grind your clit against him. “You want it?” You mewled. “You want me to tell you how good you are?”

“Yes,” Chan gasped, followed by a quick sigh of pleasure as you teasingly dragged a fingernail down his neck. He gave a shocked cry as you grabbed his shoulder, hauling him over with you to roll over and land between your legs.

“Earn it, baby,” you taunted, and Chan took the bait. He spread you wide on the floor and grabbed onto one of your legs to throw it over his shoulder and keep you open for his fingers to tease at your clit. You were honestly impressed. Apparently he just needed some pushing to get creative. And, like this, he was good. He was an amazing lay, but you were still a bit begrudged to admit it. But that was being a sore loser, wasn’t it? “Chan,” you finally gasped as he angled right into your most sensitive spot.

“What?” He panted, not letting up his pace as he drilled into that sweet little target. That peak seemed to be approaching much faster than you originally thought.

“Chan,” you repeated, more desperately now, “you’re the best, you’re the fucking best, make me finish—“

Chan responded with a broken moan, a harried whimper as you finally shattered to pieces on his cock and came way harder than you’d previously saw coming. He seemed to be right on your trail as well as his fingertips dug into your hips, even as you’d pretty much gone limp aside from the small tremors felt through to your toes. “Holy shit,” he croaked, “you’re so goddamn good, I’m gonna—”

“—Cum,” you sighed with relief, fast enough to practically be another command for him to follow. Chan did, still obediently following orders as he clawed into you. His hips stuttered against you and he climaxed with a hoarse cry, his orgasm flowing hot and causing you both to melt into each other.

Chan collapsed onto your chest after he relinquished your leg, but made sure to roll more to your side so he wouldn’t suffocate you. You both gasped for air now. He was oddly sweet, his lips nuzzling against your neck and under your ear. “So... Are we even?” He finally panted.

“Hardly,” you cooed as you kissed his hair and sat up. You rolled him the rest of the way off of you and he looked up at you with those puppy eyes again. It was awful, how cute he was, but it was starting to grow on you. “Now I just hate you like a normal person.”

If Chan was as smart as you knew he was, he would figure you out. If he wanted to keep playing, he had to see the move you were setting up.

“Fine,” he grinned. You were actually relieved. “Give me a few tries and we’ll see how you feel then.”

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sassytrickster666 · 6 years

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NSFW Alphabet:Hans Landa

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Also the idea of an nsfw alphabet is not mine either but idk where it started so same goes for this. Dont like dont read! Not here for the drama!

A = Aftercare

Most of the time he has other business to attend to so there isn’t much time for aftercare.

If he doesn’t have to go, he’ll wipe most of the evidence away and kiss some of the harsher bruises he left. After this he’ll lay back down and tell you you’ve been a good girl. Sometimes, he’ll pull you closer so that your head rests on his shoulder and his arm is wrapped around you.

B= Body part

Generally speaking he has a thing for your face, especially your eyes. Of those he can read you ; emotions, thoughts. He likes to know everything.

Whether you’re annoyed, nervous or happy during the day and whether you’re pleasured during the night.

When it comes to his own body, he would have to say his mind. It’s what helped him accomplish all that he did will do in the future.

C= Cum

Hans loves cumming on you, as it shows you’re his and you submitting to him.

He likes cumming on your breasts and stomach most. Second to those are your mouth and pussy. It gives him the feeling of ownership.

D= Dirty Secret

His secret is that sometimes, he is in a bit of a different mood (this started happening after the war). This is when he wants to hand the control over to you, do your bidding and feel small. What he enjoys the most, then, is having you ride his face and control his breathing. He gets turned on when you call him things ranging from milder words as ‘bad’ and ‘naughty’ to ‘pathetic nazi pig’. He has no idea where this comes from and frankly, is embarrassed by it.

E = Experience

Considering his age he would have his fair share of experience. However, the last couple of years he’d been completely absorbed by work, referring to his rank and nickname, and thus he’s a little rusty. At first he had his doubts about approaching you because of this. Later he had zero problems making you come the hardest you did in ages.

F = Favourite Position

It’s usually described this way:

You’re bent over on your knees and he’s behind you like in doggy style. Only he’s pulling you up by your hair, neck or upper body so your back touches his chest.

G = Goofy

Believe me, he is as unpredictable in bed as he is during the day. One moment he can be kissing you while being 100% serious and the next giggling while trying to clip off your stockings. Never quite knowing what to expect certainly provides an extra thrill.

H = Hair

He doesn’t like feeling dirty and has the time and the means to keep it exactly the way he feels most comfortable : bald.

He prefers for his partner not to be completely hairless, it would make him feel like being with a non-adult.

I= Intimacy

For one, it always takes Hans a long time to trust someone regardless of the situation. So he’s usually on edge anyways. However, once you earned his trust he started treating you a little different than before. He was never particularly abusive or mean towards you but now he dared to be softer with you. For example, he would proudly take you to formal events, reach for your hand. At times, softly trust into you while kissing and caressing you. The point is: once he trusts you he’d dare show another side of himself, a sweeter side that would involve lingering kisses, more tender caresses and a protective arm around your waist when going out. As if anyone would dare harass Landa’s girl anyways. And once he really goes for something, nobody better get in his way. Because he isn’t afraid of letting others know you’re his and anyone who would like to dispute that will get cut.

J = Jack-off

Hans wouldn’t jack off often, but when he does he takes his time. Whenever he’d been extremely busy or someone has been getting on his nerves particularly much he does it to blow off some steam. Would not look good if a colonel would blow out the brains of a bratty luitenant, would it?

So when he comes home and you’re away, he runs a nice warm bath, carefully undresses, put his folded clothes away on a shelf and let himself sink into the warm water. Then he would sigh and savour the moment. He would close his eyes and imagine you with him in a different setting. Your eyes, your smile, your curves, the way you would kiss him and how he would hold your body against his. Slowly he would trail his hands from his chest to his thighs to tease himself. He would imagine it your soft touch, both nude on a warm summers night. Your breasts bouncing slightly as you get on your knees. Looking up at him teasingly as you’d kiss his upper thighs.

Then he would stop teasing himself and start caressing his now rockhard cock, grunting softly. He would imagine the wonderful feeling of your mouth on him, how you would lick and suck him and try to swallow him whole as he’d speed up his hand. He’d imagine how your full lips would look outstretched on his cock, how you would moan softly as he’d tug on your hair, the vibrations almost immediately sending him over the edge.

Then Hans would use his free hand to tease his sack. At this point he would eagerly speed up his ministrations until he’d spill his seed, moaning your name and imagining seeing it disappear into your eager mouth.

K = Kink

Oh, my sweet summer child, if you haven’t figured that Hans is one kinky motherf***** yet, brace yourself. So here’s some of his kinks in a row:

-Bondage, using cuffs or ropes. Depending on his mood whether he’d be the one restrained. (Being restrained often goes with the degrading of D=Dirty Secret).

-Public sex. He loves teasing you in a public setting. it starts quite innocently with a hand on your knee or thigh, but you know that before dinner with his colleagues and their partners ends, you’ll have come at least twice. Either by him fingerfucking you under the table or him dragging you off to some broom closet or deserted office. He enjoys it most when you play with him, teasing him too. This is related to the fact that he loves the control and domination he usually has by simply walking into a room.

-Roleplay, he loves being versatile. His favourite scenarios include (cheesy, right?) nurse/patient, priest/churchgoer and teacher/student.

-Dear Hans is usually a Dom, which means that he totally gets off on you calling him ‘sir’, ‘mr. Landa, sir’ or by his official rank. He loves spanking your ass while you call him that, too.

L= Location

Though he thoroughly enjoys making you his in a public place, he definitely prefers the confines of his home. Here, you can both be as loud as you want and take your time.

M = Motivation

Pretty much anything can get him turned on and you like to tease him for it. The sheer knowledge of what kind of underwear you’re wearing, a look you give him or a simple touch. Whenever he draws a quick breath through his nose, and on occasions looks away you know exactly whats up.

N = No

Truly hurting you, mentally or physically. He simply cares too much about you to do that. They may call him a monster and he’s accepted he might be one and that’s a part of him. But even he could never hurt the woman his heart belongs to.

O = Oral

Honestly, he loves it, the anticipation, when you sink down on your knees before him. Knowing that soon you will take him in your mouth and working to take as much as possible. Actually, it’s the kitten licks you give his cock and balls before you do so that kill him. The view of you is simply too beautiful.

As to giving oral, Hans Landa does nothing half-assed. He loves propping your thighs on your shoulders and giving you love bites on them and your hips, marking you, showing who you belong to. He just gets enthusiastic about it. At times it seems he turns it into a game of how many times he can make you scream his name. One of his favourite moves is doing so slowly and suddenly sucking your clit hard into his mouth.

P = Pace

The pace would depend mostly on his mood as he doesn’t really have a preference. He does tremendously enjoy suddenly changing his pace. For example, when you are having a slow, intimate moment and, out of the blue, starting a brutal pace that makes your eyes roll back.

Q = Quickie

The reason that quickies rarely happen is that Hans is usually way too loud for him and that the last thing he would want is for the two of you to be caught. One, because it might compromise his authority and two; because your body is for his eyes only and he wouldn’t want to bring you into a position where you could be disrespected or embarrassed.

Though, the ones that do happen are legendary; the time in the office bent over his desk, the one in the broom closet at the busy restaurant.

R = Risk

Hans looooooves to experiment. It’s just so exciting to try out new stuff! He’s usually shameless with telling you what he’d like to try, though would never push you. In turn, he is quite open minded when you bring something up.

S = Stamina

Though he’s usually good for one round (occasionally a second), and he does like to make it count. He lasts up to a good twenty minutes, but it can vary a bit depending on how much you’ve teased him.

T = Toys

Apart from the stuff used to restrain someone, none, really. He doesn’t feel there’s any needed and neither do you.

U = Unfair

He loves teasing you, but is not patient enough himself to drag it out. He also likes being teased, to an extent.

V = Volume

One of the main reasons he prefers fucking at home. Thats where he doesn’t have to worry about anyone hearing too much. This man almost never shuts up and that’s evident during sex as well. And damn he’s loud . He moans, groans and is definitely a dirty talker. Speaks solely German when he does too.

His favourite sound of yours is either a whimper or the strangled sound you make when a moan gets caught in your throat.

W = Wild Card

He loves calling you nicknames and it’s kinda cute. Usually Schatz or meine Liebe. Next to that he really enjoys it when he comes home in the afternoon and you greet him with a kiss and some coffee after. It makes him feel fuzzy. Its strange.

It makes him think that maybe someday he could make you his forever. Get married or even have a family.

Beside that, he totally crumbles if he finds that you happen to be wearing a housemaids like outfit. Like i said, he’s a sucker for roleplay.

X = X-Ray

He’s quite long,of average thickness, veiny, and crooked very nicely so that when he thrusts into you it’s just too easy for him to hit your G-spot.

Y = Yearning

As there are so many things that can turn him on, his yearning is pretty high. If he gets the chance he’ll definitely make you his once or twice a day.

Z = Zzz

After sex, Hans is usually awake for longer than you, and usually just lays and enjoys the moment. However, when he does fall asleep he tends to end up laying on his side next to you, breathing in your scent and holding your waist.

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