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AN EASY A - NAGI SEISHIRO

synopsis: There's a problem student in your class and he just can't seem to understand that he needs to put in the effort. You've already given him three chances to make up his assignments - all of which he ignored. But what happens when he suggests another alternative during office hours?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, age gap (he's 22 and reader is 27), student-teacher (duh), reader kind of a tough professor lol, also a bully too ig, sex in teacher's office, masturbation (reader), power imbalance, nonconsensual video recording, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, breast/nipple play, dom?reader, switch!nagi, cunninglingus, cumming on face and inside, degradation, name calling (brat x 2, good boy x 1), nagi having a big dick, happy ending :) word count: 3.7K a/n: part 3 of my kinktober event :3 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LIFE TOOK OVER BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LOST TIME ;; I WILL MAKE THE LAST KINKTOBER FIC EXTRA SPICY TOO DONT WORRY FAM - also im super proud of myself for literally scraping the draft and rewrote this within a span of two days?? like wow the pressure is on.

There are some habits that never seem to change — even with age. You’ve seen it all, experienced it too, from emailing your teachers last minute about having to make up an exam worth over half of your course grade to faking a family death in order to get an extension, or — and this is more for students who are a bit too ‘brave’ — blaming the teachers for their inability to do their jobs. You knew what you would be getting into when you went into this job, from having to do the last minute panic pleas to now being on the receiving end of it. And you now actually feel sorry for having to bombard your past professors like that.

You release a deep breath from your nose and flick the red gel pen across a student’s exam, circling the large failing number by their name. “I’ll see you next year.” You try to sound less harsh, more on the sympathetic side, since you’re relatively still within the same age group as some of these students, but who wants to hear that? That they have to repeat a course and be stuck a graduation year behind? Absolutely no one.

You want to look away as you hand the student back his exam scores because you just know it’s going to end with tears and meaningless pleas but that would be unprofessional on your end. Instead, you give the student a small smile and a couple of pieces of candy from the glass bowl next to you.

“Sorry if it’s not much but it’s better than nothing?” God, you need to work on your pep talk. These students are basically adults, not elementary school kids.

“A-Are you sure I can’t do anything else to boost my grade?” The student starts to whimper and you have to tense your whole body from cringing at their quivering voice.

Ugh, it’s useless. Why bother begging if they haven’t bothered to study the material?

Still, you manage to whip up an emphatic frown and shake your head, voice sounding more motherly. “I’m sure it’ll be easier for you to understand next time.”

Another whine and then a final huff before the student storms out of your office. By the time the door shuts and their wails are out of ear shot, you slump back into your chair and groan loudly into your palms. Your body aches from being at your desk all day long — your mind is doing no better, having to deal with students’ cries and unwarranted trauma dumping. Seriously, when are they going to pay teachers more to deal with this type of stuff?

On the bright side of things, your office hours are officially over. Final grades will be up by tonight and you’ve completed most of your tasks with all but one student being a constant no show for the eternity of the semester but that responsibility doesn’t fall onto you. He and the handful of others can just show up again next year.

You spend some time debating your options, eating a nice, warm bowl of noodles sounds good for now but… you did spend nearly eight hours cooped up in your office and you are feeling a bit high energy right now, so stress relieving might be a good answer first.

“Now, where did I put that thing?” You reach down your desk, pulling up your purse and rummage through it looking for a very specific purple ‘massager’.

It’s super rare for you to ‘release’ stress while on campus grounds, this might be one of the few times, with others following the same patterns, but you feel the utter need to reward yourself after today’s events. It’ll only take you maybe ten minutes max, afterwards it’s dinner and then a quiet train ride home. Plus, not like you have a partner who can do this for you — you barely have time to take care of yourself, let alone be in a relationship or commit yourself to a random hook up. Sometimes, it’s just better to handle the situation yourself since it is your body.

A breathy sigh leaves your lips as you place the vibrating head against the soft cotton fabric of your panties, already soaked through by just the thought of de-stressing yourself. You throw your head back, with one hand steady with the magic wand and the other traveling up to your blouse, unbuttoning the top and allowing your black bra to be exposed in the room. As you increase the pressure from the vibrations, your free hand spills your breasts from its cups, your thumbs and digits immediately running over the sensitive nubs and plush flesh of your chest as you start to chase your high.

“M-Mhm—! Right there…” You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes, imagination fleeting to the thoughts of a male seated in between your legs, his tongue desperate and latching to your overwhelmed clit and folds while your thighs keep his shoulders in place.

You think it’s so unfair that your other friends have already settled down with partners of their own. When holidays come around the corner, when you finally catch a break from all the whining and fake wolf cries, you just have to hear your friends gush about how romantic their partners are to them. You secretly hate winter because of it. All those talks about Christmas gifts, their New Year’s couples resolutions, their stupid fancy ski trips that cost close to thousands of dollars, and then top it off for Valentine’s Day. Summer is more bearable, only because of the lack of romantic holidays, but you still get bitter from seeing their beach photos and international trips.

You change the position of your magic wand, facing it closer and pressing it harder down your clit, nearly drawing blood from your lips as you suppress back a frantic moan — a moan that’s a mix of both pleasure and frustration.

Fuck the students. Fuck your friends. And fuck this job.

“H-Haah—! Oh my god…” Your hips buckle feverishly, body quaking in your seat as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening in your stomach and a rush down below. A build up of tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes as your vision starts to grow hazy. Your heart heaves forward, about to burst out of your chest, the imaginary man just about to finish you off—

Creak.

Your eyes immediately pop open and the color drains from your face at the squealing sound from the door. You don’t have enough time to cover yourself up when you realize that a student is standing by the entrance, wearing an equally shocked expression on his face. A tousle of white shaggy hair, large gray eyes, appearing at a staggering height with—your gaze trail to his hands and nearly faint from the sight—his phone.

The sound of the door creaking again snaps you out of the phase and your arms fly over your chest, the words stuck in your throat and your vibrator falling to the floor.

Shit, what should you ask first? Has he been recording you this whole time? When did he even show up? You’re positive that you were the only one left in the academic building, so what is going on?

“Um,” The male has the audacity to walk in the room, his gaze fixated on everything but you. “Are office hours still open?”

What. The. Fuck.

You blink once, twice, and, when the student is still standing there, confirming your thoughts that he isn’t an awful mirage sent down by the Lord himself, you feel yourself internally shrinking.

“I-Is that the first thing you want to ask me?” You stifle back a laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. Maybe even a few waterworks for later. “Just who are you?”

But then it hits you. The black and blue duffle bag he has by his side had his name engraved on it. You don’t need to take a closer to recognize the national team’s logo and you certainly don’t need a Google search to realize that Nagi fucking Seishiro, a soccer prodigy and your apparent student for the semester, might’ve just recorded you masturbating in your office.

You manage to find an old jacket from one of the drawers at your desk and throw it on before pointing a harsh finger at the man. “Delete it, now.”

“Will I get an A?” Nagi is surprisingly blunt and, now looking back, this might honestly be the first time you’ve ever talked to him out of the whole semester. He seems to catch your perplexed look, shooting you a pair of creased brows back as he explains, “All of my other courses were remote because of training and football games… You were the only professor that denied it.”

You huff, seemingly annoyed that he thinks he can be an exception to your course rules. “I don’t hand out favoritism to just anyone and,” You glare at the phone in his hand, sneering right back at his uncaring facial expression. “I’m definitely not going to pass you if you’re threatening to black mail me.”

“Maybe we can help each other out?” Nagi offers, maybe a bit too fast and too eager.

You cautiously sink back in your seat, eyes narrowing at his suggestion. “What are you implying, Nagi?” The male shuffles awkwardly in place and your gaze flicks down, eyes widening for the nth time today and an audible gasp slips out. “You can’t be serious.”

“I need to pass and you—” Nagi clears his throat and motions to your slick covered vibrator, which is still very much on and buzzing away on the wooden floor boards near his feet. “You didn’t finish.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and adjusts the semi-hard length through his sweats with his other before finishing his offer. “I’ll delete the video, help you, and you’ll give me an A?” Nagi lamely suggests.

You want to scream, dig yourself a ditch large enough to fit you and the rest of however much pride you had left, and wither away. You’ve had students coming to you with plenty of other excuses, much more tamed than whatever situation you’ve found yourself in. And, regardless how much shitty this actually is, it doesn’t get rid of the fact that: one — you’re still sexually frustrated from having your orgasm ruined by this oversized, lazy fucker, two — you literally just got this job a year ago and getting fired for masturbating on campus might not look so great on your record, and three — if Nagi is true to his words, maybe you both can just forget about it the next day.

“You don’t get the control, I do.” You rise from your seat, allowing the jacket to fall from your frame. Your gaze hardens on the male subject in front of you as you bend down to reach for your toy, turning it off and putting it away in a nearby drawer that’s most likely filled with other student’s graded assignments.

Whatever, they’ll probably cry more fluids on it when they get their results back anyway.

Nagi tenses when you reach over to touch his arms, feeling up his toned biceps and rest of his upper body underneath the black hoodie, and he doesn’t dare to move unless you tell him to. You let out a scoff, feeling satisfied that he’s already willing to compromise so quickly under short notice. With a light tug on his sleeve, you drag him closer to your desk and settle yourself on top of it. You hike up your pencil skirt to your upper thighs and spread your legs wide enough for the width of his shoulders.

“On your knees, brat.”

He silently obliges, bending down on one knee and his hands find home on your inner thighs. You resist the urge to squirm under his touch, still feeling rather sensitive from your earlier chase and not wanting to give him any ounce of satisfaction. Without any audible exchanges, he allows you to direct his head closer to the heat of your sex, the combination of your increasing wetness and the hot puffs from his breath makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

With a quick swipe, his fingers brush aside your panties to the crease of your thighs and lean in, giving a few experimental licks to your slicked cover folds before burying the rest of his face in. Your reaction is instant. Your fingers claw their way deep into his shoulder blades, thighs threatening to squeeze the living life out of him, but Nagi’s grip is even more threatening. He stays rigid, palms glued to your thighs and keeping them in place as his tongue flicks against the stiff nub — drawing lazy circles.

Your mouth betrays your character as he suddenly decides to insert two digits, scissoring their way into your velvety walls. Nagi grunts in response at just how lewd you sound right now.

“Soaking wet…” He observes with careful eyes at your sex before looking up, a playful smirk flashes across his face when he notices the flush in your cheeks. With another twirl from his fingers, combined with the slow swirls from his tongue, your head rolls back as the torrent seems to be relentless.

With the next extra pumps, you cum hard with a shudder, vicing your thighs against his head. You can feel the leak of fluids slide out of your folds, and Nagi pushes his face inward, making sure he slid his tongue against that sweet spot of yours again. It blinds you with a final surge of pleasure, and you cry out as your orgasm shakes you to the core, nails biting into his shoulders.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense before, even with the usage of your vibrator — hell, you can’t even remember when’s the last time a man has made you reach that high. Bright colors cloud your vision as you tumble through what seems like an endless bliss. Your body goes slack, back now flushed against the office desk, but Nagi’s body is still tense, his muscles twitching as he gets to his feet and lifts your legs off his shoulders.

“Hey,” Nagi slurs, wiping away your slick with the back of his hand. “We’re not done here.”

“W-What are you talking about—ah!”

Your vision is just beginning to clear up when you find yourself trapped between Nagi’s arms. He’s hovering above you, a certain dark look casts over his gray hues as he bores into your own. You swallow hard, heart beating faster when you look down to see his sweats already laid around his thighs and his cock springs free, head spilling with heavy amounts of pre. Nagi’s length twitches at the sounds of your moans and the male takes that as a sign of approval.

“What?” He leans forward, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “You’ve never seen a penis before?”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat.” You spit back, immediately tearing your gaze away from his rather impressive size. Might be the biggest you’ve ever seen in person outside from those awful porn videos online.

If you can find the energy to, you might’ve laughed at his lame attempt to have the upper hand, but Nagi doesn’t waste his time. He closes the distance, smashing his lips against yours, tongue already dragging its way down your throat. You choke back but recover quickly, hands flying to his locks, grabbing fistfuls, and rocking your hips against his hardened appendage. A sinful groan slips from his lips and lifts one of your thighs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder while he wraps the other around his waist.

You part your lips when he breaks away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting you two, and a whine spills from you as Nagi begins sliding his cock in between your folds. He sucks in his teeth, breath hitching sharply at the sight.

“Wanna put it in so bad—” He shudders seeing your slick engulfing his length. “Can I—Can I please put it in?” His monotone voice now replaced with a shaky resolve, almost as if he’s seeking for your next stage of approval and pleasure.

You reach up and cup his cheeks in your hands, eyes softening at his glassy ones. “Promise to delete that video and you might get a chance, Nagi.”

“Sei,” The male breathes out.

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

Nagi leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheeks into your palms. “Want you to call me Sei… Can you do that?”

“Sei…” You whisper out, suppressing back a laugh when you see the towering male tensing at the sound of his name. The twitching from his cock brushes against your clit making you squirm. “Sei, make me cum around that cock of yours.”

A cry escapes from the both of you when he slides in, inching bit by bit and holding your waist with both hands as leverage. You can’t do anything but throw your head back, sounds leaving your hoarse throat at the sheer size from him. Your hands can only reach his thighs, nails leaving their crescent marks on his skin as Nagi bottoms out inside of you with a long, agonizing stroke. Nagi takes his time, building a slow but steady rhythm, staring down at you with intense gray eyes and making sure the thickness of his cock stretches your walls as he continues. You suddenly feel grateful that you came earlier, the extra slick and foreplay made the insertion easier because you’re certain without it there’s no guarantee that you would’ve been able to handle this mind numbing fucking.

After a few more experimental strokes, Nagi finds a comfortable pace. You’re now starting to get used to him and it feels so, so good that you’re finding everything in your power to spread your legs as far open as they would go. Sensing your struggle, Nagi lifts one hand to push your thigh back even further, and you let out a yelp, whining when you feel him brushing against that sweet spot inside of you again.

A warm rushing sensation starts building in your stomach again and you feel as if you’re about to jump off a cliff. Your walls clamp down around his cock, wails starting to bounce off the walls and legs shaking without any means of control. You’re absolutely floored by the way Nagi’s able to make your body react this much under his touch. It’s only your first time having sex, yet it feels like he’d been making love with you for a lifetime.

Your eyes fly shut as the feeling of his callous thumbs make their way onto your swollen clit, rubbing and tapping away. Flames are riding your nerves, you can’t hold back any sort of resistance in your voice as he picks up the pace, hips slamming into yours and sounds of sex filling the air. Nagi moves swiftly and punishingly, holding your hips still and not allowing you any room to move around as his cock tears against that spot that had tears finally spilling down your flushed face.

“Sei,” You choke out a sob, throwing a hand over your mouth to try and suppress some of the noise. Though, you and him both know it’s a futile effort.

The build up of pleasure is so binding that you’re beginning to lose sense of time and place, feeling only the desperate and feral thrusts from your student. Your second orgasm fades slowly, leaving you in a pool of ecstasy, but that doesn’t stop Nagi.

Still hard and pumping, his grip on your hips only tighten and he grunts out a lustful moan. “Feels good, right? Cumming all over me?”

You look up to him, tears of pleasure disorienting your vision, and in a state where you’re too incoherent to speak — pleading only with your doe eyes.

Nagi understood immediately. He slows down his pace, leaning forward, making sure the head of his cock kisses the inside of your cervix before bending down to place one on your own gaping lips.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You manage out.

He groans at the pet name and peppers your face and neck with wet kisses, lifting your leg with one hand so that he can slowly stroke back and forth inside.

One of your hands reaches for your chest, fondling and toying with your nipples while your other hand reaches for the back of his head, gripping his white locks and pulling him down for another feverish kiss. Your lips remain sealed and pressed together in a battle of tongues as he rocks inside of you, sending you yet another orgasm as he moans into your mouth.

“H-Haah—I’m close…” His hips buck wildly. “Gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy…”

Nagi finally comes undone inside of you, his whole body shuddering as coats of white paint the insides of your velvety walls. A heavy pant from him catches your ears as he pulls out slowly, eyes admiring the hot, white trail that travels down your thighs and onto your desk.

By now, you can barely keep your eyes open, both mind and body exhausted. You try to get up, only to find zero strength left in your limbs, but soon you feel a pair of toned biceps around your waist and Nagi pulls you into his firm, yet comforting chest.

You want to ask him something again, something regarding that video he took of you earlier, but you’re beginning to lose your train of thought as exhaustion creeps up. Your entire body aches and your pussy is still emptying his remaining orgasm. But, strangely enough, you find yourself not caring about it anymore.

A smile makes its way onto your features as you drift off to sleep, making you miss the fact that Nagi did delete the video shortly after and scribble a quick note next to your purse. It’ll be another hour before you have the chance to read it.

‘Don’t forget that A. XXX-XXX-0506 - Sei.’

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readychilledwine · 8 months

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Eris Week Day 4 Hounds | Autumn Equinox

Moth to a Pyre - Nsfw

A/n- I, uh, I don't know what happened here. There's a plot. For a little while. Then there's not. Happy day four of @erisweek2023 ?

Summary - The reader is visiting the Autumn Court during their yearly Equinox celebration on an invitation from Eris. Between discussing traditions from their courts and watching the young fae, she doesn't fully grasp she's about to enter another Autumn Court Tradition.

Warnings - NSFW, mxfxfxm, orgy, voyeuristic/exhibitionist elements, oral (females receiving), fxf play, dom/sub dynamics **accidentally posted before my last edit run through. Sorry fam😅**

Word Count - 2651

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Eris could hardly take his eyes off of you. Between the magic of the court beginning to fuel males for the hunt, your bright smile as you watched children running around the carnival, and the burgundy dress clinging to your body, you were irresistible to him.

You were too distracted by the smells of warm pastries, the laughter as the faelings bobbed for apples, and the speed they ran in their little costumes with to go from tent to tent collecting candy to notice the shift in Eris's behavior.

Kallias had tried to warn you to come back to Winter or be in your guest suite before the carnival began. He had tried to tell you this was a giant sex orgy, that if you were outside an Autumn Court male could claim you for the night as his prize, and you'd be forced to join in the mass sex ritual held in Autumn for their equinox celebration. "It's similar to Spring's," You could hear his cold voice in your mind now. "The only difference is Spring uses their Equinox to replenish the magic and allow the harvest cycle to begin, Autumn uses theirs to thank the land for its magic and for successful harvest."

This felt nothing like that, though. Eris was holding your hand, leading you through row after row of vendors with candies you'd never tried before and odd food that was traditional to the Court. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Eris looked down at you with a slight smile. "I imagine Winter has nothing like this."

You nodded. "I am. Thank you for inviting me." Eris smirked slightly at you as ypu ducked behind him to avoid a group of little ones running by. "What are they doing?"

"Trick or treating?" Eris rose a brow. "You have no clue what trick or treating is. So, the children dress up for Equinox each year and run from vendor to vendor, or door to door in the villages. The owners of that home or shop then have to present them with candy or risk being pranked. Do children not trick or treat in Winter?"

"No. Children try to be on their best behavior in the Winter Court. Asking for free candy and pranking fae does not fall into that category," you played with your long white hair. Eris had his brows raised, nodding for you to continue. You felt a blush rising to your cheeks under his heated gaze. "There's a legend of a male old as time in our court. He watches children and ensures they are on their best behavior all year, that they follow their mom and dad's rules, and honor their high lord. If they do, he rewards them with candy and presents on solstice. If they don't, he adds them to a list and takes them from their homes in the dead of night, never to be seen again. It is believed he eats them."

Eris stared at you, his eyes wide, before bursting into laughter. "That's horrid, y/n." You couldn't help but to smile and nod as Eris pulled you to a more vacant bonfire.

Males and females were gathered around countless fires in this clearing. Holding each other close, laying on blankets together, whispering to each other. Eris moved a hand to tuck the hair you had been playing with behind your ear.

You had not noticed how quiet it had gone, you had not noticed that the children were starting to run home and some vendors were closing shop and clearing out. You were too busy staring at Eris as he talked with one of his friends.

You had gathered the male he was speaking with was one of the generals in his father's army, you had also gathered the intentions this male had with the pretty female sitting on his lap. He was stroking her upper thigh, squeezing it every so often while she kissed his jaw and throat.

"Relax, little moth," Eris Whispered into your ear. "You don't have to do anything you do not want to." You blinked at him as he pulled you closer. "Kal warned you, didn't he?" You nodded. "Good. The hunt will start soon."

"What happens during the hunt?" Eris kissed below your ear, causing a haze to set in as you relaxed and sighed.

"My father will shift into something different and more animalistic. He will go through the forest to find his fawn for the night and bring her here. They begin coupling we all will as well. It helps us thank the land and keeps the population of Autumn higher than other courts."

"So this is a breeding festival?"

"Yes, little moth, it is." You watched as his friend smirked, repositioning the pretty female in his lap so she was straddling him and facing him before kissing her deeply. "And we can just watch them all if you'd like, we can partake if you'd like, or I can winnow you to the Forest House and find myself a new little moth to play with. It is all your choice."

His warm hands had begun to roam your body. Kal had allowed you to commission a special dress for this visit. The short sleeved dress was made with the latest Autumn fashion in mind, but it was allowing Eris access to skin you had not had touched in years. "It's all your choice, y/n. Say the words and I'll stop and take you somewhere safe."

He pulled you into his lap, and you studied him. "You invited me here on purpose." He nodded. "You had this all planned." He nodded again, moving to kiss your neck as your hand tangled into his wavy hair. "Why? Why me?"

He smirked against your smirk and his friend answered. "Do you look at yourself when you get dressed and ready for the day, emissary? Or do you just blindly look so delicious?" Eris chuckled against your skin, dragging his teeth along your pulse point making you squirm slightly in his lap.

"Hurry and pick, little moth." He continued kissing your neck, moving lower to your collarbones, making you pull his hair slightly and grind your hips against him with a whimper. "You have limited time, lovely. Father is about to go hunt, and the females wanting to bed him tend to make this pretty easy."

"Where is your mother? Should she-" Eris tapped a finger to your lips. Stopping thr question.

"Your questions later. Mine now. Do you want to stay?" You were in a mental haze, watching as countless males and females kissed. There were two females being watched by the males with them. They were already naked and kissing each other as their hands roamed. You felt Eris move lifting you to turn you in his lap so you were able to watch all the fires. "Who would have known Kallias had a little voyeur in his chain of command." His voice had gone deep and raspy in your ear, you could scent Eris's arousal as he continued touching you.

"I want to stay." You finally whispered. You watched as Beron came back, a pretty little Burnette was thrown over his shoulder giggling as high lord set her down on the ground and forced her to her knees. Warm hands moved your hair and began unlacing your dress.

"Stand for me." All eyes had locked on you and Eris as the High Lord began his coupling with the young female. "They're waiting for us and my brothers, little moth."

It made sense now. The groupings of fires. A Vanserra male was at each other, watching her and Eris with feline like smirks of anticipation. You stood and allowed him to undress ypu. "Good girl. Such an obedient good girl," Eris ran his hand down the front of your body, squeezing your breasts as he nodded at his brothers. "I can smell you, y/n. I've been waiting forever to play with you." He pulled you back down, ripping his own shirt off. He kept your back to him and began pinching and playing your nipples as he kissed your neck and shoulders.

Heat was pooling between your legs, practically dripping from you. You were fixated on the fires before you. Watching females play with each other or with the males they were with. There were groups of people all partaking in the carnal games.

Soft hands roamed up your thighs and you looked down to see the female his friend had been playing with between your legs. Eris's friend was watching as Eris spread your legs for her. "She's so pretty, Eris."

You were blushing as she began kissing your thighs, her long dark hair pulled into a ponytail as she looked up at you from her long dark lashes. "Keep watching the other fires, little moth." She placed a light kiss above your core.

You obeyed, finding your eyes lingering on two males with a female pinned between them. She had her head thrown back on one of their shoulders as they pounded into her like well timed machines. And then you felt it. A tongue licked a long pathway in your folds causing you to moan and lean further back into Eris. "Fuck," the males whispered as Eris's grip on your legs tightened. "Keep those pretty thighs spread for her, y/n."

You hand found her hair as she began kitten licking your leaking hole. She hummed against you before latching onto your clit and sucking lightly. Pleasure shot through your body, causing you to grind against her mouth, and in turn Eris. "Use her, pretty girl," Eris encouraged with a moan. "She loves being a little toy." The female moaned at Eris's praise, causing vibration to hit your core and you to moan out as she alternated between gentle swipes with the tip of her tongue and longer flat ones with more pressure.

You looked at Eris over your shoulder, eyes wide with lust before grinding on him again. "I need your clothes off," you whispered. "I need you."

She pulled off of you long enough for Eris to lay you on the ground for her. "Make her cum." He commanded. "I want her soaked before I even get inside of her."

She doubled her efforts on your clit, only pausing as Eris's friend came behind her and began to play with her. The noises coming from you two were obscene. The sounds of her wetness, the sounds of your moans ringing into the night and hers muffled in your cunt. Eris was still sitting near you, his hand wrapped around himself as he watched you.

He was beautiful. You knew that since you two had become friends years ago. You reached a hand to him and he laced your fingers together just as his friend pushed one of her fingers into your heat making your back arch and you cried out as she began to press into that perfect hidden spot while sucking and licking at your clit.

Eris smirked as your eyes rolled back. "Such a good little moth, aren't you?" His hands found your breasts again, squeezing them. A coil was tightening in your stomach, threatening to burst as your moans became constant. Her mouth was like magic, finding every sensitive nerve as her fingers pushed and pulled you apart.

Eris could tell you were close, as was the female pleasuring you. Her mate had two fingers buried deep into her cunt, curling them perfectly into time with her pleasuring you. He knew it wasn't the dirtiest thing that would happen tonight between you four, and the thought of you, wrapped around his cock, while another fae played with you and joined in your corruption had Eris aching for relief.

Your eyes met his, and you couldn't place what he was thinking, but you were too lost in the haze of the ritual. One more harsh suck on your clit had you falling apart, moaning loudly and whimpering as she slowed down to allow you to ride out your high.

Eris gently pulled you away from her, kissing your neck and running his hands along every curve. "How do you want to do this, y/n?" He bit into your pulse point, shooting pleasure and pain through your body. "Do you want to take me from behind and be on top of her so you two can still play with each other?" You and the female whimpered. "Do you just want to watch her get fucked by both of us?" You shook your head quickly. "Do you want me to fuck you, little moth?"

"Please," you whispered desperately. "I need you." Eris kissed below your ear, long fingers gently circling the swollen bundle of nerves. "Eris, please."

"You can beg prettier than that, y/n," his voice set you alight, eyes rolling back as you leaned heavier against him. You two were watching now as his friend entered the female laying on her back near you. "I want you to get on top of her with your pretty little cunt near me. Do you understand?" You nodded eagerly.

She was too pretty for you to say no to him over. Long thick hair, long lashes, wide brown eyes. Her body was stunning. She had more curves than most fae females, but they landed in all the right places on her body, and her waist had you drooling and wondering how much tighter your corsets would need to be to achieve the same look.

She shamelessly pulled you to her just as Eris' friend had entered her. Your legs were straddling her head, your head was near her core, and without warning, you let out a loud whine as Eris entered you.

"Fucking better than I ever imagined, little moth." Eris wasted no time, he began fucking you with deep, hard thrusts. You were quickly a mess. The situation from watching countless fae deep into their pleasure, the situation from the moaning female below you, the situation from each heavy drag of his cock inside of you.

It didn't take long for you to understand why they had you two in this position, nor did it take you long to realize this was clearly something the three of them had done before. She latched on to your clit again, sucking it gently and rolling her tongue against it. The constant vibrations of her mouth against your aching core had your head reeling.

Her partner gently gathered your hair, "Return the favor, little emissary." And you did.

Eris growled loudly behind you at the sight. You responded with a twitch that had him pounding harder and deeper into you, hitting that perfect spot every time. You were all moaning messes, heart rates beating together. Your ears still picked up the screams, growls, and groans from the other fae around you.

That coil tightened again, and you knew Eris had picked up on it. He began aiming for the spot that had you moaning deeper into his friend's cunt. You two both reacted to each other's picked up moans and screams.

You didn't fall from the edge this time. You exploded from it. Your vision filled with stars and color as you came with a muffled scream. She followed behind you, her hands gripping your thighs tightly.

It was seconds later for both of the males to find the edge and dive over. Eris's groans relit the fire burning inside of you as his large hands bruised your hips.

When you all came down from the high, he removed himself from you and pulled you off of her, sitting back down on the ground with you between his legs and your back locked tight against him.

His fingers began to roam. Exploring your sides, your breasts, and your stomach. It wasn't until they dipped lower and began teasing your core that you realized you were in for a very long night.

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negrowhat · 1 year

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Payu as Rain's Lover

Also requested by @25shadesoffebruary TYLER I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE A MONTH BUT HERE IT IS FOR YOU FAM! I hope this is what you were looking for.

I am in no way an expert; merely a spectator with thoughts and opinions. Just something to chew on for people with PayuRain headcanons. Just here for your enjoyment, you don't have to agree or disagree.

Payu is easier to classify. He's more or less a Gentle Dom. I looked it up and it really describes him perfectly.

He's always come across as very confident and authoritative towards Rain. Payu knows exactly what he wants from Rain and has always been vocal about it. Ultimately it's about respect for him. He tells Rain from the beginning that, "If you and I are going to be a thing then you will respect me," and in return Payu respects Rain.

Payu loves to punish Rain in public places or at least a place where if Rain is too loud then people would come to check on him. Payu loves to punish Rain, not because he likes his boy bratty, but because he LOVES to wrangle his misbehaving boy back into being docile. He loves that challenge. He'd do things like touch Rain under the table or he probably has one of those toys you insert and are controlled by a remote or app. I can't imagine how many bathroom stalls Payu has dragged Rain in to reprimand him by getting him all hot and bothered and leaving him there standing at attention. Also I wonder how many times our poor Saifha has walked in to see his twin brother spanking Rain on the couch (the horrors Saifha has seen).

I'm sure he punishes Rain in the bedroom too. Maybe sometimes he allows Rain to think he's gotten away with misbehaving only to find out in the bedroom that Payu is still annoyed and has something else in store for him. He's huge into orgasm denial and leaving Rain with blue balls.

Payu probably spends a lot of time on foreplay, he's obsessed with Rain's everything. He loves to kiss Rain. He loves the way Rain's tongue and lips feel on his. He loves the way Rain bares his throat for him to bite and suck...maybe choke a bit too. He loves pinching Rain's nipples and biting his hips and thighs. He loves sucking Rain off and fingering him wide open. He loves making Rain light up like a Christmas Tree; skin flushed and covered in bites and bruises. He worships Rain's body and spends and absurd amount of time doing it until Rain is begging to be fucked.

I think Payu is big into having Rain begging him for sex. He doesn't want Rain to allude to wanting sex, he wants Rain to say exactly what he wants him to do. He wants Rain to be vocal and unashamed and luckily for him Rain is loud and proud and unafraid to demand sex from Payu...but of course one warning look from Payu and Rain is bringing his tone down and requesting to get his back blown out politely. It doesn't stop there though, he wants Rain to be vocal the entire time. If Rain wants him to go faster or harder or slower or softer then he's going to have to ask nicely for it. And then he'll reward him for being such a good boy.

One thing Payu is going to do is make sure Rain gets hit nut first. He'll hold his own off as long as it takes because Rain must always cum first. Not only because he wants Rain to be on the receiving end of nothing but pleasure, but also so he can brag about how Rain never lasts long at his fingertips. It's the bragging rights. He wants to tease Rain about how he was squirming, moaning, groaning, and howling because Payu put it on his boy so good. This means Payu is a marathon man and Rain is literally always exhausted by the end of things.

Despite being an absolute Dom, Payu LOVES it when Rain decides to get aggressive in the bedroom. He is not a fan of Rain cursing or using vulgar language but there's something about him politely asking to be fucked until he cries that makes Payu lose his sanity. He loves when Rain wants to ride him too. He loves being under Rain and seeing his good boy get wild and he gets a clear look at Rain's face as he rides the waves of pleasure. They probably do reverse cowgirl a lot too, just so Payu can get a handful of hair and Rain can still feel like he's in control and Rain clenches around him extra hard everytime.

Aftercare? I don't know if Payu spends enough time on it. They usually bask in the sweat and...not sweat...and cozy up together. Payu holds Rain tightly to his chest and speaks to him softly and strokes his hair and kisses him all over his face They talk until they fall asleep and Payu makes sure Rain isn't hurt but I don't think he ever has the energy to drag himself out of the bed after to wet a towel with warm water and wipe everything away.

#it was longer #but i had to edit it down #or y'all would be reading a book #payurain #phayurain #love in the air #love in the air the series #bossnoeul #boss chaikamon #noeul nuttarat

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eoieopda · 1 year

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One where y/n is the airhostess on Mr Park's pvt jet : smut

put your tray tables up, fam, we’re in for a wild ride.

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI — not necessarily public sex but there’s obvi a pilot on board not far away so??; one night (flight?) stand; protected sex; jimin’s hand over reader’s mouth to keep her 🤫 quiet 🤫.

When you took this position, there was a thick training manual dropped in your hands that nearly knocked you off balance. That, combined with the rigorous preparatory courses and certification exam, left you ready to respond to just about anything: emergency landings, injuries requiring first aid, heavy turbulence, hijackings…

Unfortunately, no part of your onboarding prepared you for Park motherfuckin’ Jimin.

Your first conversation had been a brief introduction — to yourself, to the pilot, to the procedures you may need to follow if a wayward goose finds its way into the turbines and sends you hurtling towards death’s lap. Throughout what was normally a thoroughly rehearsed and meticulously delivered speech, Jimin’s half-lidded eyes told you he didn’t give much of a shit about a properly-affixed oxygen mask. The tongue that darted out to wet his lips had made it crystal clear: what Jimin wanted on his face was more likely to suffocate rather than respirate.

And you knew damn well that, despite your risk-avoidant training, this was the one instance in which you’d willingly crash and burn.

You did try your best to stay out of temptation’s way, for whatever that fact was worth. The jet was smaller and significantly less occupied than most flights you worked, so your options were limited from the start. Jimin’s presence loomed large, too, leaving you feeling exposed. More afraid of hovering than being sucked out the emergency door, you’d resolved to tuck yourself away in the back most area for as long as you could stand it.

Of course, you’d make rounds to determine whether there was any purpose for you to serve, but you didn’t expect to be of much use — not burning up the way you did when his eyes lingered on you, not with your weak knees trembling like that.

During your first of these rounds, you’d had your second conversation; you’d offered him a drink. The surplus of alcohol on board meant that you were outnumbered three-to-one by bottles, all of which could buy you out of your apartment lease. Jimin had accepted your offer.

In doing so, he’d nodded, shot you a confused expression that landed halfway between a smirk and genuine surprise, and said, “It’d be rude of me to drink alone, don’t you think?”

If girls like you deserve Dom Pérignon, you had to wonder what else made the list. Mercifully, you didn’t have to ruminate for long.

Your third conversation didn’t come where you expected — oddly prophetic, in hindsight. Instead of waiting for you to make your anticipated rounds through the main cabin area, Jimin sought you where you hid. Burning hot under your company-issued dress, your first instinct was to crack a window. Thankfully, you quickly realized that this course of action was ill-advised.

The exit sign floated overhead while he had you effectively caged off by the door. The angel on your shoulder, it begged you to listen, be professional, keep your damn hands to yourself. But the devil was in front of you in a leather jacket and, shit, the weather in Hell must be lovely this time of year.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Jimin began, looking entirely unapologetic, “I had a question for you.” He noted the way your eyebrows raised in acknowledgment, then he continued, “I heard that pilots sleep through long flights — autopilot, you know? — and wondered if that was true.”

Oh, you cheeky bastard.

You bit your lip thoughtfully, then sighed, “Couldn’t say. Classified information, you know? Trade secret.”

When you leaned in to whisper the next bit, you didn’t have far to go — Jimin was close enough for you to see your own reflection in his eyes.

“I can tell you that the last layover wasn’t very restful.”

Jimin tilted his head to the side, eyes flicking down to your lips then back again. “Is that so?” He hummed. Your heart nearly rocketed out of your chest when he tucked a flyaway strand of hair back behind your ear.

“So,” your gaze was handcuffed to his as your hand drifted to his belt buckle, “Be a doll and keep the noise down, yeah?”

Jimin was smirking when the hand near you neck was rescinded. Index finger extended, he held it up to his full lips in understanding. If the look in his eyes didn’t already have you gushing, you would’ve been swept away entirely when he twirled that finger in the air, directing you to turn around.

With your palms flat against wall, you bit down on your lip to stifle the moan he threatened to steal when his warm hands grabbed the hem of your pencil skirt and tugged up, up, up. His right hand grabbed the doughy flesh of one ass cheek; the other disappeared from you. As you heard the metallic clink of a belt buckle opening, he hovered over your spine and his mouth found your ear.

“No panties?” came Jimin’s murmur with a low chuckle, “Feels like fate to me.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him it felt like running out of clean laundry for you. You didn’t have to lie, though; the telltale crinkle of a condom packet took up the few decibels you would’ve had to spare. The subdued stretch of latex followed as he sheathed himself.

Then, if you listened closely, you could likely hear yourself dripping as he quoted you, “Now, doll, keep the noise down, won’t you?”

Jimin made silence a near impossibility. Cock in hand, he teased his tip over your drenched folds, flicking upwards to abuse your clit in the process — and you wanted to whine, to beg, to groan like a woman starved. You had half a mind to growl and demand that he stop toying with you; and you opened your mouth to do so.

He slid into you just in time to convert your plea to a strangled gasp.

He was deliberate with his unimaginably deep thrusts, grinding slowly into your heat to avoid the sick squelch of your cunt overtaking the dead air. You whimpered every time his cock ruttted over your g-spot — so much so that Jimin had to pull your back to his chest and place his hand over your mouth.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit —

When you came, pussy clenching tight around his length, you had to clench your jaw, too. Your eyes screwed shut as he continued to bury himself in you with staccato strokes. Knees trembling, your whole body threatened to fall limp to the floor; but he grunted softly in your ear when his climax came for him, and the sound of him coming undone shot you straight up into space.

You were still trying to unscramble your brain when Jimin pulled his softening cock out of you, muttering “shit” as he went. Eventually, you were able to pull your dress skirt back down. When turned around to face him, his face was flushed, having just discarded a tied-off condom in a trash bin built into the wall.

Thoroughly fuck drunk, Jimin looked at you with a blissed-out, lopsided smile, “Is there a kilometer equivalent to the Mile High Club?”

#jade’s requests #jade’s drabbles #trashlibrary #pjm #park jimin #jimin #jimin drabble #park jimin smut #jimin smut #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #jimin imagine #jimin scenarios #park jimin x you #jimin x you #park jimin x y/n #jimin x y/n #re: the one with jimin and all that turbulence

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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My Right Hand Man (Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Word count: 3227 Warnings: Smut obviously, cheating on Hongjoong (pls don't do this stay loyal to this man, or he will get you!!!), Hongjoong is in jail, Gang leader, San is two-faced and mean and calls you out your name, Wooyoung is your submissive, pegging, unprotected sex, talk about drugs, safe word mentioned, dom!reader, gentle femdom, a little degradation, fem pronouns

Pairing: Sub!Wooyoung x Reader

A/N: I wrote this in one sitting this morning, so it's slightly different from the teaser, but it's good! I put my all into it, so you enjoy it. Please comment and reblog!

"Wooyoung? Bro, you aren't up yet?" San's melodic voice travels through the apartment, and you gasp for air.

The heaviness of Wooyoung's hand is like a thousand pounds. You jump from the bed with nothing against your skin. You jet over the closet and fall back into the corner.

Your back aches from the fall, but you cover your mouth. The last thing you need right now is to get caught.

The bed creaks, and Wooyoung yawns. "Shit, what time is it, bro?"

"It's eleven a.m. We were supposed to go to the gym at eight, and you flaked."

"I'm sorry, fam. I was so tired last night. I had to go over the books again for Y/n."

"She's demanding a lot of you lately."

"I mean, I'm the only one with an accounting degree, so I have to ensure things stay afloat while Hongjoong is inside."

"I still can't believe he would hand his whole organization to that bitch. She doesn't know shit about the street life."

"Don't call her that. She knows more than you think. Sure, she does shit differently than him, but she's surprising the hell out of me."

"Whatever. I ain't falling for her shit. You know folks ain't going to want to fuck with us when he comes home."

"Nah, they are still fucking with us now. Business is still booming, so let's not speak negative shit into existence."

Your heart is pounding, and San's words have confirmed that he doesn't like you.

You always had a slight feeling about how he acted around you and constantly questioned your decisions. But, this conversation confirms that little voice in your head that told you that San is against you.

"I guess, but you know she still hasn't decided who her right-hand man is."

"Well, it won't be you."

"Trust me. I don't want shit to do with her. I'm gangteez for life, so nothing will push me away from my brothers."

"Why don't you like her? Are you mad Hongjoong didn't put you in charge?"

"I wasn't his right-hand man. Seonghwa was, and if the bitch had any sense, she would just let Seonghwa take over. He's more than qualified."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I don't need a reason. I just don't."

"Whatever, she's held it down for Hongjoong. Look, I'm going to catch up with you later. Thanks for stopping by and roasting my leader. Next time don't."

"Your leader?"

"Yes, she is our leader while Hongjoong is away."

"This bitch has you brainwashed."

"Y/n, is the baddest bitch in our city. She's made us so much money, so she's my leader."

"Yeah, okay," San groans.

The bedroom door closes, and footsteps tap along the hardwood floor. The closet door is pulled open.

"Mistress?" Wooyoung extends his hand to you and helps you off the floor of his closet. You stand up, and you throw your hands around him.

"Yes," you whisper against his lips, and your body sways with him for a bit.

"You heard everything, right?"

"I did," you say.

"You know I can't change how he feels about-" You hold a hand up to his lip and shake your head. The last thing you need right now is for him to explain another man's actions.

"His opinion isn't valid," you discuss.

You've experienced so much judgment since Hongjoong got locked up six months ago. Everyone questioned why he decided to leave you in charge, but the truth is you were born for this. Since you started dating him years ago, he's been exposing you to all aspects of the game if he gets locked up.

At first, you were hesitant to learn about the drug game because you didn't want to manifest him going to jail, but the reality is that it's a common thing in this fast life. So, in secret, you learned as much as you could.

"This is why you are my leader," Wooyoung giggles against your lips, and the sound is heaven against your ears.

It sends endorphins throughout your body. This life has become so lonely, but Wooyoung is the sunlight you need in such a dark time right now.

Birds chirping fills the room, and your body freezes. You pull away from Wooyoung. You are snatched from your current reality, and you race over to your purse in his drawer. You tear open the drawer, and you grab your burner phone.

You can't ever miss this phone call, no matter what you are doing. You are his lifeline to the streets and his business. You flip open the phone, and you speak into the phone.

"Yes, Hongjoong."

"Good Morning. I didn't receive my usual good morning call during breakfast. Did you drink last night?"

"No," you sit on the side of the bed, and you look up at Wooyoung. You can see the smile darken on his face and disappear in a flash.

"Where you been, princess?"

Your chest heats up and tightens. Hongjoong doesn't know you don't like him calling you that anymore.

You've allowed yourself to another side of your feminine energy, and you can only see yourself as Mistress, Goddess, or Queen. Thanks to Wooyoung.

But, for an odd reason, princess seems inferior to you.

You can protest to him, but you rather not waste your minutes on something so small to him.

"Sleep, baby. I just woke up."

"Run me the numbers from last night."

"I'll have to get them from Wooyoung. Can I give them to you in a few hours?"

Hongjoong's heavy groan is enough to tell you that he isn't pleased with you. He sucks his teeth and takes a deep breath.

"Y/n, you know that I like to have the numbers during breakfast so I can advise you how to move for the day. I can't run a business if you are sleeping away the day."

You swallow hard and hold the flip phone between your ear and shoulder. You grip the edge of the mattress and count to three in your head.

What about him telling you thank you, Y/N, for how well you are running his business or how are you? Is everything okay? But, instead, he wants to dig into you because you slept in for the first time in six months.

"Hongjoong. I'm sorry. You know that never happens. I will get you the numbers as soon as possible," you say.

Wooyoung kneels before you and kisses you on your legs. You mouth for him to stop because the last thing you need is to moan on the phone while you are talking to him.

"Y/n, I want to come home to a business. Please don't play games with my organization."

"Well, if you don't trust me, why don't you have San or Seonghwa run it," you spit into the phone. Your tone is laced with venom, and at this point, you are over it.

Wooyoung looks up from you at his favorite position. He loves kneeling in front of you and loves the power you possess over him.

No one will understand how powerful his mistress is. Not even Hongjoong, and he's known you for years.

Wooyoung's lips lift into a frown when he notices your body's stiffness and how tight you are gripping his mattress. He wants you to squeeze him tight and take your frustration out on him.

He'd do anything for you to make you smile. He decides to make a bold decision that can cost him a punishment later.

He moves closer to you, and you are trying to explain yourself to Hongjoong, and Wooyoung knows his former leader very well.

Hongjoong isn't trying to hear any explanation of why you haven't done what is required of him.

Wooyoung leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on your inner thigh. He knows that he needs your permission to further engage in pleasing you the way he wants to.

Wooyoung's eyes sparkle when you spread your legs wide for him. He looks up at you, and you nod your head in approval of him pleasing you.

It's risky the fact that you are on the phone with Hongjoong, but he can't stand anyone upsetting you, mainly after San talked shit about you while you were hiding in the closet.

Wooyoung tried redirecting the conversation earlier when San ran off at the mouth. But, he didn't want to make any indication or inkling that he is involved with you in any way.

If it were up to him, he'd tell the whole world how you own him, but you want to keep it a secret to protect Hongjoong.

Wooyoung kisses your sex, and he looks up at your eyes closed. You are chewing at your bottom lip and mumbling into the phone.

"Absolutely, Hongjoong. It will not happen again."

Wooyoung is for sure you are getting scolded for not having the numbers from last night when he wants them.

Wooyoung plants gentle pecks up and down your slit. He smiles when your body shudders in reaction to his gestures. All he wants to do is satisfy and appreciate it in the way you deserve.

He doesn't waste any more time and dives into you. His tongue explores you with patience and care. He knows that if he takes his time, it will be so worth it for you.

Usually, he hums to himself, but right now, that's not feasible because the last thing he wants is to get you in anymore trouble. He cares about your well-being more than he cares to admit.

In his eyes, he belongs to you, and his existence is to make you feel wanted, admired, intelligent, powerful, and in charge. Serving you and being on his knees for you makes everything he does worth it.

Wooyoung's belly is flooded with butterflies, and he spreads your most sensitive folds with care and dusts his tongue against your pearl. You lean back against the edge of the mattress, at a perfect angle where he can still see your facial expressions.

You are so wet for him. He doesn't know if the excitement of being caught or how much you need to cum. Either way, he isn't going to complain about this moment.

Wooyoung circles around your love button and flicks over it. His actions cause you to drop the phone nearly, but you grab it.

"Sorry, Hongjoong. I almost dropped the phone."

"Yes, I understand."

"Yes, this is serious to me."

Wooyoung listens to you try not to moan through this interaction. He nibbles with soft intention at your clit, and a gush of your arousal drips down. Wooyoung is pleased in the moment of how you are reacting to be worshipped like the goddess you are.

"Goddess," Wooyoung whimpers against your sex.

He knows he isn't supposed to speak, but he can't help it. His tongue goes down to catch all of your nectar. He's obsessed with the way you taste on his tongue. He's honestly addicted, and he tells you every single time that he's lucky enough to devour you.

You grab him by the hair to signal to him to calm down. Wooyoung's devious smirk appears on his face, and he returns to worship his goddess.

His tongue dances along your pussy. He etches sorties against your flesh in a way to apologize to you.

Wooyoung knows that the way you are now rocking your body against his face that you are close.

Wooyoung knows your body so well. He holds his hands behind his back because he is painfully hard.

He wants to stroke himself while you cum on his tongue. But, his goddess comment has cost his access to that.

Wooyoung laps at your juices, and you rock harder against him. He's in heaven now, and he looks up to see you pressing your lips together so tight that you are holding that delicious moan in.

He wants you to slip up a bit. Not to the point where you get caught, but so that he knows that his actions are bringing you closer to that orgasm you so deserve. He needs that verbal praise.

Wooyoung's tongue goes into your wet canal, and now he's tongue fucking you. Your hand is at the back of his head, and you are literally fucking his tongue.

Your legs are damn near numb because he's giving it his all to make you cum. You can't deny how amazing it feels to have Wooyoung between your thighs while Hongjoong is ripping into you about his business.

You are simply just replying to him, but you aren't present with him. Your body is on another plane with Wooyoung. You two are co-existing in another dimension because he's eating the soul out of your body.

You want to cry out in ecstasy because of how fucking talent your submissive is when it comes to cunnilingus.

Your juices have created a wet spot underneath you on his mattress. You thrust his head into your cunt. You are approaching your climax, and you want it bad.

This isn't how you expected your morning to be, but you aren't going to complain.

"Are you listening to me, Y/N?" Hongjoong growls into the phone.

You wish you could put the phone on mute so you can scream Wooyoung's name, but you can't. So, Hongjoong will have to ride it out with you without knowing.

"Yesssss!!!" You cry out, and you explode onto Wooyoung's tongue.

The groan is loud and mixed with pleasure and frustration of Hongjong being an absolutely dick to you.

Wooyoung embraces all of you and drinks from your essence. He licks all the way down and catches all of you. He cleans you out. Because that's what a submissive is supposed to do, he's supposed to clean up the mess that he makes.

You lean back against the mattress, somewhat out of breath.

"Well, I see you got an attitude. I'll call you in a few hours for my numbers," Hongjoong says, and ends the call. You close the phone and toss it on the bed.

"Fuck, Wooyoung, that was amazing," You say, looking down at him.

You pull him up onto your body, and you slip your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself.

"You deserved to be worshiped like a goddess," Wooyoung moans against your lips.

His erection pokes against you, and you look down. "Sorry for getting hard, Mistress. I didn't touch it, though."

You stroke him while he's hovering over top of you. "Don't apologize, baby. But, you know you almost got us caught, right?"

"I know.."

"Get the strap," you instruct him. You know that he needs to be punished, and you aren't sure whether his little act was the intention or not. But, either way, it's time for him to get fucked.

"Yes, mistress," Wooyoung says. He retrieves your strap-on and helps you put it on. You grab your favorite lube and pour it onto the plastic.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"Do what?" Wooyoung plays coy, and that tells you everything you need to know.

"Eat me out."

"You looked stressed, and I just wanted you to smile. I'm sorry."

"You moaned out, goddess."

"Sorry, I got lost in the moment."

"You know I'm not into spanking.. but I'm not going to go easy on that hole."

Wooyoung's wicked smile appears again, and you know he wants this.

"I know, Mistress. I deserve it."

"What's our safe word?"

"California."

"That's right, baby. Turn around," you say. You add lube to your fingers, and you prepare him to take all of you.

You get off of the bed and push him over the mattress right where you came at. You push his head down against the soiled mattress.

You slap his ass and inch into him.

"Mmm.. yess, mistress. Fill me up. Please, don't go easy on me."

"Why you gotta be so slutty and crave to be fucked by me?"

"You do this to me. I'm addicted to you," Wooyoung moans hit your ears, and you go faster. You need praise and admiration. It fills your head up. Since, your so-called boyfriend can't express any gratitude or recognition for all you do.

"Only me? Right?"

"Yes, mistress. Only you," he says. You damn near lose it and pump into his faster. The feeling is perfect. You enjoy making him feel good.

Wooyoung is throwing it back on your strap. "Mistress, can I stroke it while you fuck me?"

"Mmm.. let me coat you," you say. You jam your fingers into your soaking pussy and cover his dick with your juices. You get it nice and coated. "There, I put lube on it."

"Fuck, I love your cum," Wooyoung moans and strokes his dick while you fuck his ass hard. "I'm gonna cum.."

"Not until I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress," Wooyoung's voice is shaky. But, you know he's so close. You want him to explode just like you did earlier. You love how he's a whore for you and only you.

"One," you count.

"I'm so close... my legs are shaking."

"Two."

"Fuck mistress, you fuck me so damn good. Please don't stop. I'm your slut. I'll do anything for you," you say.

"Hmm.. cum for me then," you say.

You slow down because you know that he loves that. He cums into his hand, and you pull out of him. He lies against the mattress, and you stand over him.

"Mmm.. that was good," You climb onto him and hold his legs up. You slide back into him while he's lying on his back.

"Look at me, whore," you grab his face, and your eyes connect. This time your movements are slow into him. You want to watch him cum.

"Fuck.. I love when you make love to me," he moans, and you cover his mouth with yours. Nothing else matters right now.

His legs are around your waist and your strokes are slow but steady.

You are lost in the essence of each other. Nothing else matters at this moment. All you know is you care about Wooyoung, and you enjoy being with him in this way.

Your body is sensitive and being connected to him this way has you approaching another orgasm. Wooyoung's arms are around your waist.

"Let's cum together," you whisper against his lips, and before you can even count the way you usually do, you both are cumming as one. Your body elevates to another level. Never have you ever had such a strong sexual connection with anyone in your life. Everything you are with him, you feel so sexually free.

"Thank you, mistress," Wooyoung's cum is against your stomach, but you don't care. You pull out of him and lie next to him.

"That was fucking amazing," you say.

"I think I'm in love with you," Wooyoung says.

Your heart drops, and your body is still coming down from your high with Wooyoung.

His words are so calm, and you want to protest to say it's just the sex. But, you know it isn't. You know that what you share is more profound than just sex.

Before you can answer, the familiar bird chirping silences the room and your decision to confirm or decline your feelings towards Wooyoung.

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cuffmeinblack · 28 days

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Hey fam <3 How are your feelings towards Ominis and/or Amit and/or Leander? :3 I know I am being greedy so please pick whichever one you'd like 🤭🌷

Hi hi 🧀 my dear sorry for taking so long to answer. Mmmmm I think ima pick Omi for this!

How I feel about this character

Omi was the first HL character I really fell for and the first I wrote for. I suppose I can thank him for really cementing my interest in fanfic when I went on a mad binge in Spring last year writing a tonne of requests. I knew from the word Gaunt that I'd love his story and was so surprised and happy to see a representation of a Slytherin who abhors the dark arts and wants to do better than his family's reputation, shunning their legacy. There's so much to explore when writing his character and I'd really love to do something with his Aunt Noctua one day (either an AU or childhood fic). And he is of course one half of my OTP 🖤

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Mostly Garreth of course! I never really intended to fall for Garrinis as much as I did. I just had an idea of 'I wonder what would happen if Garreth helped Ominis in potions...' and it went from there. I said this in my answer for Garreth but I love the Slytherin x Gryffindor / sunshine x grumpy dynamic. Gar gives him the uncomplicated love Omi deserves and has never had, and a family who basically adopt him.

I did also begin writing a Sebinis fic ages ago which was (I think) beautiful in many ways, though for various reasons I dont really write Seb anymore. But I love soft Sebinis.

Also open to Andrew x Omi and Leander x Omi (thanks to @ellivenollivander and @pandanscafanfiction respectively).

Oddly enough I don't have an OC I ship with Omi (yet).

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Ngl I love writing Omi and Seb bickering like an old married couple 🤣 if they're not romantically involved they're still absolute besties and inseparable despite their past. Bonded through trauma and all that.

I've not explored it myself but Anne absolutely deserves a mention. They were obviously very close. Would love fic recs for a platonic Omi and Anne relationship.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Ehhhh I'm sure there's lots. The fandom is very divided on his...sexual preferences. I see Ominis mostly as a soft dom because I think after being controlled by his family for so long he would crave the ability to control the intimacy until he trusted his partner unequivocally. There's also the aspect of his blindness; unexpected sensations might be overwhelming for him.

Also food?? I absolutely agree this boy cannot handle spice however I think he has a refined palate. Despite his family being broke af I hc at that point the Gaunts were deeply in debt and had started selling their heirlooms to keep up appearances, to keep being able to afford the finer things in life as a matter of pride. They'd also still be invited to high society balls and banquets and the like so could expect a lot of fine cuisine with French influences.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I've have loved to explore his experiences and relationships with his family more. The hint at Gaunt manor as a potential location in game is such a tease. He deserved his own questline separate from Sebastian, and to be reunited with a healed Anne.

#ask game #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanons

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lutawolf · 1 year

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I Will Knock You Episode 9 D/s point outs

I'm back!!! @thequeenofsastiel and I will be covering another episode for you guys. You can find her post here. The master post here.

These fucking teases, forcing us to sit through all that empty box suspense. Yeah! Can't he just join group 1!? I'm sorry Thi that you have an asshole friend. Look at Noey's fam though. Big support.

Noey is totally going to kick Phayu's ass, and is it bad that I'm here for it? Okay, so notice that Thi actually tried to order Noey. You see that facial expression. I'm rolling, you guys. Rolling! He didn't even bother to answer him. He didn't get mad, but he didn't answer either. "I'm sleeping in here." He's pushing right past his sub's boundary, but you've got to understand that it's not a hard boundary and this is more about Thi's nervousness at the whole situation than an objection to Noey. He even calls him out. "We've already slept together before. What is there to be shy about."

Then he brings up ghosts! Hilarious! Notice he asks if he can, cuddle. Then he only cuddles when there is no clear objection. This honestly has all the show casings of a No Kink. Like no, but I'm not going to shove you away and you could possibly convince me. Phayu is totally going to get his ass kicked.

"Don't let me see you go anywhere with him." Hard line and command. His face and body language says it all. "What are you talking about?" "I'll give you a smack!" This reminds me of the apartment when Noey tells him that he has two minutes and that's it. Noey will punish. Still, he takes care of his submissive. He brought Thi his stuff. And there is the Sadist, asking if Thi wants to shower together. Offering to wash his hair. Teasing his man. Love it!

I love Noey's group. I'm totally ghost shipping Tong and Thiw. Furthermore, I love the way Noey put the tag on for Thi. Even if he wasn't gentle about it. You can really see the age in little things like that. You can already start to see the balancing of Noey since being with Thi. He listens better and in general has grown so much.

Look at Noey serving his baby! I love how Noey's fam is just watching like the live slug. 🤣🤣🤣 Look how Thi pauses to look at Noey. Did you miss that, because I didn't. The kid is like, dude, take the fork. Hahaha Noey!!! Phayu, you deserved it. Okay, so Thi calls Noey out on not being nice to Phayu, but notice the language. "Noey, refer to Phayu in a good way for once. He's still your senior." In none of that is he referring or referencing himself. He is actually distancing himself from Phayu with that sentence.

Noey however, had already told Thi to leave Phayu alone and all he is hearing, is Thi defending Phayu. So yeah, that little head push is punishment. Which Thi recognized. Noey wasn't even being that rough. Was just reminding Thi who he belonged to. Shocked the shit out of a few people, though. He is trying to tell and show that he treasures his submissive. Thi is hearing him. Then here comes dumbass. I think it's fair he beats him up. Dumbass was trying to publicly embarrass him. He would have deserved it. Tell him Thiw! Tell him! I honestly think he deserves the ass whooping.

Now, Thi could sit anywhere. Everyone has brought up the age thing, but look where he is sitting. Right next to Noey. Noey scolds Thi, but he takes care of him. He's scolding because he's made. He really is upset that Thi isn't putting enough distance between him and Phayu. Doms are tricky. I can Dom a long-standing friend, typically even if they have a Dom. Say @dayummmdorisss got into a relationship with a Dom. She still recognizes me as a Dom because there is a friendship history there, but her Dom's commands would of course top me. There is also no romance there. Whereas Phayu is stepping on Noey's toes. We're possessive and won't accept that.

Noey is a smooth operator. Sliding in those comments to Thi. Then Thi tries to argue about taking a nap and Noey isn't having it. Even smacks his leg as punishment. Going and getting what Thi needs to be more comfortable. This is a Dom guys. Cares for his submissive. Treats his submissive as a treasure, but is still a Dom.

Here is the Sadist. Making fun of his snoring. Then teasing him about holding all night. Love it! Okay, so the finger point and the threat to smack. Just let Noey know where the hard lines are. Noey wasn't bothered at all and continued to tease.

When Noey tells Thi to come over. Thi comes over. It was a clear command that left no other choice, and Thi obeyed. OMG, look at the patience that Noey is learning. I'm so fucking proud of him. He is growing leaps and bounds. And not to mention Thi! Thi who used to get embarrassed and shy about everything. He is dancing without thought to anyone but his Dom.

Noey is front and center helping Thi when he needs to talk. He knows how Thi is, and he's fully there and supportive. The playfulness! Ahh, The playfulness! Love it.

That's it for this episode. I'm a little worried about the next one. Hope you guys enjoyed! 💜💜💜

#i will knock you #i will knock you series #noey x thi #noey watphlu #luta opinions #luta talks kink #i will knock you kink

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Oh! My Sunshine Night

Binge watch.

Okay so I am hopped up on cold meds and jet lagged and I decided to try to watch this soapy mess because why tf not?

Ep 1

Oh no, it’s good. Like: this is a good opening. And I do love OhmFluke, but you know who I really love? Noh (orig. Nitiman). Gah.

For the first time in a long while two boys in a BL make for actually believable brothers. Whacha know?

Fluke’s hair is AWFUL.

And suddenly the whole thing goes v odd. I’m not sure if that’s the captions, or if the show itself is trying to be existential. What an odd meet cute and what strange dialogue.

I’m so confused.

It’s like it’s trying to be both BL and transcendental poetry.

I like spunky Fluke tho.

Linguistic corner: these two are using chan/nai for I/you - v formal.

Poor Noh, they always make him play sports when it’s clear he just... doesn’t.

How much do I love the whipping boy side couple?

SO MUCH!!!!

Ep 2

Is the thing with the apples just to make Fluke cry?

I like the conflicted poor little rich kids family dynamic.

But there’s a lot of establishing scenes, it’s moving pretty slowly.

Sorry this one isn’t whipping me into a verbal frenzy. I’d drink, but not on top of cold meds. You know those warnings on med labels? They’re for me. I’m the one that shouldn’t operate machinery, not even a computer.

Wait. What? Why didn’t we get to SEE this bit?

Ep 3

So this is about classical music and no one is actually playing and no one is singing, so I’m absolutely fine with it.

The fencers with the unrequited crushes are boring to me. But there is a kind of Midsummer Night’s Dream aspect to these relationship dynamics.

GAH! The apple collecting thing was so cute and so romantic.

Not a lot of BL tropes so far in this show, but I like it’s brand of sappy.

I love how utterly incapable of flirting Kim is.

The opening the car door thing did, in fact, make me hoot with laughter.

Fluke’s pretty darn good at being a bossy bitch and Ohm does exasperation well. Honestly, I’m liking this show a lot more than I thought I would.

Oh yay! We get to see Rain sleeping in his boys room. Lovely. I do enjoy whipping boy trope, v kinky.

*sits back and smiles in dominant smug*

I ALSO love the little brat in-crush with Rugby Rain. It’s all very delish.

It’s thanksgiving all over again, I’m all about the side dishes.

Okay, the end of this episode was so confusing. Are they play acting a couple break up for the girl? Are they actually arguing? What are they arguing about? Were they dating? What happened? What’d I miss? Why the dramatic soap opera music? Why the overacting?

What is going on?

Ep 4

Oh I forgot about the fencers.

And finally a BL trope, crash into me. (At least it wasn’t a pratfall kiss.)

Oh I do like a gay fencer sword pun.

Very nice.

Also, a shower scene already? Are these two the PokeTongue’s of this show?

Who let Star Hunter in the house?

Rain + Sun and the insults was great. Very funny. These two are kinda of alike, actually. Fun fun. I like these characters.

Bounce bounce.

Why didn’t anyone tell me this was such a goofy show?

I’m getting a tiny bleed of Japanese slapstick absurdist leaking in and I’m not mad about it. The weird apples and arbitrary mood swings should have tipped me off.

This show has almost a panto play going on.

Rain IDing his brother’s bf and being like, welcome to the fam, I leave him in you care was such a Dom move.

Oh, baby is a floppy drunk! Finally some BL tropes are dropping. And another crash into me. And a wet towel sponge bath. Tropes coming thick & fast now (speaking of thick & fast.... wait, no, bad cold meds, don’t go there)...

Okay, we are back in familiar territory. I thought this one was going to be original. Silly me! This is BL!

Not sure if I am disappointed or not.

Ep 5

Bathroom drama.

Fencing sword boys drama. Why so mean? Honestly, if I were Kim I’d be out too.

Ooo Rain with the consent, even if it’s just a hook up. Also... boys. Bunk beds? Everyone is gonna know. Like EVERYONE.

This show is going places I really did not expect.

Oh! It was all a fake out. *pout*

Okay baby boy, you get down with those fantasies. I’m with you. He hot.

What’s with Sun and the magical Ikea box?

Also, they’ve know each other since childhood trope? Really?

*whines” I don’t want to add another one to that trope list.

Ep 6

I like the plot of butler dad kinda finding out his son is involved with the heir. Good dramatic twisting. Also, evil homophobic jerk nozzle, turns out.

I remain engaged.

Did the stretching part make me grin?

Yes t did. Boys rolling around on mats together never fails to please.

There are a lot of faen fatals and fatales. Like this show is lousy with them. I see why everyone called it a soap opera.

I am so happy that there is no singing I don’t even mind that no one can play an instrument in that whole band (orchestra).

Honestly, the band leader (conductor) looks like First’s (of JaFirst) older brother. It’s wigging me out.

Ep 7

Look, I admit, I am not even half way through and I am flagging a bit. This is a long arse show.

Speaking of arses...

Another shower scene?

(Anyone else notice that it’s always the same shower? No? Just me. Can’t be helped. Unforgotten Night has made me overly concerned with Thai pluming in BL ... not a euphemism.)

Boy this series has a supper voyeuristic lens. Not that I’m complaining, never that.

(Bops over to see if the director is gay.... MDL = no info on subject. Well, okay then.)

Returns to shower scene, arses, pluming, and supposition.

Oh! Wound tending!

Ooo, rejected fencing cutie makes move on Sun! Kim is not pleased. you snooze you loose, big boy.

Coils within coils, this is such a soap. I love it. Did I mention I was raised on bread, water & East Enders?

Okay maybe not raised.

Definitely watched too much of it tho.

Oooo, that was a very Light On Me moment.

PAUSE TO REFUEL

Okay I have consumed Korean soft tofu stew and more loopy-making cold meds, and will work on a pomegranate while I continue to watch.

Ep 8

Mostly worked on the pomegranate.

Meds took effect.

Stuff happened int he show but I forgot to make notes. Pomegranate distraction.

Oddly, I’m missing the swordsmen.

Ep 9

Oh, hair drying. Cute. I kinda have come around to this trope over the years I’ve had it shoved in my face... erm... flopped on my head.

MORE SHOWER

Oh! My Showering Night more like it.

I declare this BL official winner of this trope.

Meanwhile beach frolic. AND a woods frolic.

Ep 10

Finally I’m half way through!

Oooo we have a magic heart rebooting BOOP! to go with the magic apples.

Oooo more shower scene, this time with added bonus sexitimes. Also neck kisses! My favorite.

I’m sorry but I just keep imagining what if we had gotten to this level with Nitman?

Oh, what could have been.

Nice kisses! But also no sex on the beach boys, no one enjoys that.

Meanwhile, the fencers can’t figure their shit out, because they keep fighting with the wrong swords.

And our main couple is being quite tame with a shoulder lean, side hug, water watching triple trope strike on the beach.

Okay weird dream helicopter thing.

Look, Mean Rich Paw, I’d kick him out of the house for wearing that outfit alone.

No other reasons needed.

Disown the fucker.

Band shirt/vest/thingy, no inheritance for you!

Man the fashion this year in BL has been brutal.

Ep 11

I don’t know If I can finish this tonight.

Invited up to the Sun’s room is he? (occasional flashes of DeanPharm).

Okay, wait, the premise of Sun’s illness is SO STRANGE. He has to eat apples and stay away from his parents to save his heart?

What the hell is going on?

The whipping boy always has to run, identity separation is part of the trope. Because his identity is too tied to the spoiled prince, he has to try to make it on his own to realize he can’t.

I like the twist of butler dad encouraging him to leave, tho. (Usually whipping boy is abandoned or an orphan.)

Ep 12

OMG who eats shrimp when they are allergic to shellfish? for fuck’s sake.

Another white towel sponge bath? I take back what I said about lack of tropes.

I do love the tug and cuddle my human bolster pillow. It’s very sleepy entitled.

I am v bored by the parents buying the estate plot-line. I can’t decide if doctor lady is running a con or father and son are running a reverse con on her?

OOOO DRAMA!!!

The parents have died! Rain is missing! The doctor lady is indeed evil! Ohm has to act!

Oh fuck me not the amnesia trope.

I HATE THAT TROPE.

Okay, I gotta go to bed. I really tried. Had this been a normal length Thai BL I would have made it. But the rise of the amnesia trope did me in.

Tomorrow~

Ep 13

I am glad Dad Butler is evil enough to recognize Dr. lady is also Evil. And we have a textbook soap opera definition hostile takeover. The evils go up against each other.

We are in true Heirs level soap opera territory now.

Someone is definitely going to be kidnapped soon.

Ep 14

This is my surprised face, the man allergic to shellfish, who still eats shrimp, goes wandering off into the forest with no survival skills when he has a brain injury.

Fantastic.

A time-lapse 3 months.

Finally, the attack of the amnesia trope!

I am so unhappy about this.

Ep 15

We are moving into Bold & Beautiful level soap.

The guys in the woods are still looking for Rain, still wearing exactly the same clothes that they’ve been wearing for 3 months.

Apple boy, still eating apples and still talking to completely whacked out mother. I hate her. While Kim turns into a forgetful depressed rich recluse in the mountains. Now I understand why people got frustrated with this show.

I feel like I read this as a really bad 70s romance novel, or maybe it’s meant to be like a Jane Eyre remake?

Anyway, finally, our boys are reunited, but of course, amnesia trope. We hates it precious. All the friends have arrived. Or to be more precise all the incestuous faen fatals have arrived.

Ep 16

After 3 months, one would have hoped the fencing boys had figured out their shit. I guess not. More evil fashion.

I just can’t even. At least they took it off him fast. Wish it had gotten ripped in the process.

Fencing boys now figuring everything out in the best way possible.

This show keep surprising me with how high heat it is.

Ep 17

Magical, candy-colored comets. I just can’t with this show. Also… new crumbs.

The refractory period on these rebound couples is as fast as the show is slow. Some weird monogamy mathematical principle must be in play.

And it’s finally revealed that they are childhood sweethearts.

OhmFluke do give good kiss. Fluke dose submission v well.

In fact * waves hands airily about* good kisses all around. Well done cast!

Also, and I am only admitting this to you people, but I totally have a fetish for CMNM and we NEVER get to see it, so thank you for this one, OMSN.

Ep 18

Good sex, bad plot.

That’s my ultimate review of this show. (Which makes this kinda a runner up to KP to be honest)

Look, I get that BL has rules that must be obeyed:

boys must damsel off into the woods alone.

boys must talk to their not-quite boyfriend while said bf is asleep, but he is never actually asleep.

not one drop of rain is ever allowed to touch your boyfriend’s head because DOOM AWAITS

Clear? OK. No I don’t understand why these rules exist either. I don’t make them, the BL gods do.

Anyway OMSN is all over rule #1.

Anyway, back to this damn show. Attempted kidnapping, and Kim has to save his boyfriend with a bow & arrow plus some arbitrary somersaulting in, what is this now? The Hunger Games BL?

*ooo, wait a moment - KOREA make that happen! - where was i?*

WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

THIS SHOW IS TOTALLY ON CRACK IN A WAY THAT, FRANKLY, EVEN YYY COULDN’T EMULATE.

Look, my dumb new dictation software made that into all caps and I’m leaving it because it’s entirely appropriate.

Meanwhile, you can not do a close-up of a gun if it doesn’t have a trigger. I understand there are weird regulations in place but just do a further away shot OK?

Oh look, it’s ABL’s Angels.

Want to start a detective agency, pretty boys? I’ll be your voice in the box. You can have all the shower scenes you want. We could invite MaxTul? I’m sure they’d be game. (Frankly Manner of Death had a more cohesive plot than this.)

We basically end on a pastiche of troops that the show didn’t manage to hit earlier: boys on bridges, a forehead kiss, back hugs, put a robe on him, and...

How do I sum this up?

I am left with mostly a profound feeling of confusion. Where did Dad Butler go? And yet I am also curiously satisfied. I mean, all the sex scenes were good. I don’t know how to rate this. Less annoying than LITA, not as boring as it could’ve been? Except that I was really quick on the fast forward button and skipped a ton of establishing shots. This was probably agony to get through if you watched it week-by-week, but it’s OK as a high-speed binge.

What the hell?

7/10

Quick Pitch:

Kim, a tsundere musician meets Sun, a sunshine transfer student with a weak heart. Also there’s a hot older brother + their household servant, and a couple of fencers for good measure. Initially this pretends to be a normal university BL, then it slips on wet tiles and falls right on trough multiple shower scenes into ludicrous soap opera territory leaving one with a sensation rather like trying to hold onto soap in a communal shower. Ultimately, everyone seems pretty happy they bent over, but no one actually got clean.

Or should I say soap dishes?

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#oh my sunshine night #thai bl #watch along #ohm thitiwat #ohmfluke #noh phouluang #nitiman #no singing!#sword puns #honor the crumbs #gay fencers #PokeTongue #Star Hunter Studio #East Enders #Such a soap opera #Nitman #DeanPharm #KimSun

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