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urgonnaneedabiggership · 11 months

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Perfume Regret

ExBoyfriend!Miguel O'Hara x FemReader

Summary: A fic inspired by Attention by Charlie Puth. Your ex-boyfriend Miguel O'Hara left you heartbroken and no matter how intense the effect he has on you still is, you're determined to use this party to get even.

Warnings: +18 meaning SMUT AND LANGUAGE MINORS DNI OR SO HELP ME GOD. Also there's angst and good old anger-fueled sex. The ending isn't heartbreaking don't worry.

Word count: 4K

I know that dress is karma

Perfume regret

Got me thinking 'bout when you were mine

Nightclubs had never been your scene.

While you weren't strictly averse to them, you didn't thrive in that element as much as some of your friends did. Yet, whenever you decided to make an appearance, it wasn't the stroboscopic lights, the promise of a few drinks with friends, or the energizing music that made the night worth it.

It was the hunt.

And the preparations began long before you even set foot out of your apartment, from the moment you stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a fluffy bathrobe, your face a blank canvas. Getting ready with your favorite, emboldening playlist was usually a luxury but not tonight. Judging by the way you struggled to apply eyeliner over your lids with such shaky hands, tonight, you were in dire need of a crushing amount of confidence.

So much so that a glass with one remaining sip of red wine stood next to your makeup bag, waiting for you to take that last bit of liquid courage.

Yes, the mere thought of the chase always made your chest swell with excitement. The stolen glances from across the dancefloor until someone gave in and tried to make contact. Loud music left people no choice but to hold conversations in loud whispers that tickled your ear. The desperate attempts to make themselves worthy of your time and the small concessions you made to make them feel like the most special person in that tiny, packed, overpriced club. Flirting was a tango meant for two, and not knowing what kind of partner you'd be dancing with was exhilarating.

Not this time, however, you thought as you picked up the glass and poured the remaining wine down your throat. Tonight you were after a much too familiar prey that you'd once been dumb enough to let get away.

As soon as you got the digital invitation to the Alchemax Innovation Department New Year's Eve party, you knew it was time to settle the score.

A short buzz coming from your phone interrupted your train of thought as the screen lit up with a text from whom you considered to be your work best friend, Liz.

Heyy :) u coming?

Yep. Be there in 20, is everybody there already?

O'Hara is missing. Idk if he's coming, though.

Oh.

You felt your stomach drop at the thought of all of this being for nothing. Whatever,. Who cared? You weren't doing this for him. You were doing it for yourself because you wanted to go out and have fun.

A weak smile tugged at your lips when you couldn't even convince yourself with that blatant lie. God, you felt like a terrible feminist at the moment. Screw you, Miguel O'Hara.

Those had been the last words you said to him before marching out of his apartment and slamming the door after you. Ever since that week during which he’d vanished from work with no explanation, your boyfriend had started to cancel your dates at the last minute or still be out at odd hours, and when he started to simply disappear and not answer your calls or texts several times throughout the day you began to worry.

When he asked if you could talk about something important, you figured you'd be getting an explanation, not dumped.

The reason, according to him? He was dealing with some personal issues that he could not tell you about, but he'd single-handedly decided it was in your best interest to just move on with your life, so he'd decided to break things off. His face when he said all of that remained engraved in your brain since that day. Cold. Logical. As devoid of any visceral emotion as a doctor would be when recommending you to give up carbs or red meat.

Two years of your life you'd given to him. You were planning to move in together. You were happy. For what felt like the very first time in your life, you were in love.

You took a deep breath to keep tears from running down your cheeks and ruining your mascara.

Even almost six months later, your heart painfully fluttered at the mention of his name.

Carefully, you dried your eyes with a piece of paper and took another deep, slow breath. Your eyes, beautifully framed by a smoky eyeshadow, slowly traced the reflection of your body in the mirror. A sleek, simple dress with a small slit on the side hugged your figure. You loved the color: a nearly black navy blue that matched your chosen makeup palette.

At the sound of your phone, your eyes drifted down to the lit-up screen.

Oh, nvm, he just got here.

The game was afoot.

As much as it hurt your pride to admit it, you were decidedly nervous as you made your way into the dimly lit nightclub, your eyes discreetly scanning the crowd in search of a particular set of brown eyes.

Suddenly, a voice made your face in the opposite direction.

"(Y/N)! Over here!" Liz called from the bar, waving at you with a huge smile that you returned as you walked towards her after wistfully looking at the busy crowd one last time. It wasn't until you reached the bar that you noticed she was sitting next to a man you didn't recognize.

"So, this is she," she nearly yelled right next to the man's ear when you got close enough to be heard above the deafening electronic beats.

"Hi, (Y/N), right?" He said, reaching out one hand, "I'm David. Liz has told me a lot about you,"

"Dave here just joined the team," Liz explained, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, "I thought it would be nice to make him feel welcomed. I'll leave you to it. I have to go say hi to a few people," She continued as she left the bar, not before giving you a certain look that made you realize you'd walked straight into a trap. While David was decidedly handsome, and you could've considered him to be your type under different circumstances, right then, your mind was somewhere else.

"Sure," You replied distractedly, "So why did you choose to work here?"

That should be enough to keep him talking for a while about his college education and how all he'd ever wanted to do was work for this company and so on while you focused on the matter at hand.

Where the hell was he?

Could it be that he'd just popped in to greet a few people and had left before you arrived? Before the countdown?

Maybe he was celebrating New Year's with somebody else?

"Sorry, one shot of tequila, please," You loudly called as the bartender walked past you.

"Make that two, thanks man," David added with a flirtatious smile that you returned out of politeness, mentally praying for Liz to come back soon, knowing damn well that if she'd done this on purpose, there'd be no way out of this conversation.

You downed the shot as soon as it was placed in front of you.

David asked you something, but his voice reached your ears as if he was underwater. For a minute, you wondered if such a small amount of alcohol could make you feel so dizzy until you realized it was something else. Your eyes had landed on the back of a familiar head. Brown, scruffy hair and a hearty laugh that had your hands shaking again as you placed the glass back on the wooden bar.

"God, I'm so sorry. My head's all over the place right now. You were saying?" You said, leaning closer to David.

"I asked if Alchemax tends to go easy on the new guys or kick them to the curb at the first mistake."

You laughed as if he'd just told an amazing joke, your eyes covertly going from his face to your target right behind him. At the sound of your laugh, his back stiffened, and you could see he was about to turn around. Right before he did, you quickly tore your eyes off him and glued them to David's face.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll be just fine. I'll tell you what, I'll look out for you. How's that sound?” You replied, a more relaxed smile plastered on your face. David's eyes lit up. Poor guy. He probably thought that out of nowhere, his luck had shifted.

Slowly and without losing the amused grin, you peeked over David's shoulder and found Miguel O'Hara's searing eyes staring right into yours. Unlike you, he wasn't smiling. Instead, he let those same calculating eyes unashamedly scrutinize every inch of your body that your gorgeous dress didn't cover and secretly fantasize about what it did.

Another loud laughter leaving your lips made him snap out of a trance-like state and look into your eyes. Hunting on grounds you were no stranger to had its advantages, such as knowing what to do and when. And so you didn't look away. You held his gaze, undaunted, as you took David's unfinished tequila and brought it up to your lips to take a sip, barely sticking out your tongue to slowly lick the last droplets off your lower lip. You mouthed an apology to the man before you as you walked away from the bar, both for the stolen tequila and for what was about to happen.

Trying your hardest not to smile or look at him, you made your way through the crowd straight toward Miguel, whose eyes you knew had remained with you since that intense visual exchange back at the bar. You felt them so intensely that you wondered if he could make you burst out in flames just by looking at you. You clenched your jaw as you got close enough for the scent of his enticing cedarwood cologne to fill your nostrils and travel all the way down to your chest, where your heart beat so strongly that it physically hurted.

You only had one shot. This was it.

It wasn't until you walked right past him that you finally acknowledged him, gifting him a faint smile as you stepped around him and walked toward the restrooms.

As soon as the door closed after you, you found the two stalls were empty. After confirming you were alone, a nervous grin took over your features. Biting your lip, you approached the mirror and distractedly began to comb your hair back in place and even retouched your nude lipstick, your eyes set on the reflection of the bathroom door.

Almost as if you'd timed it, the second you finished applying your makeup and threw it back into your purse, Miguel stealthily slid inside and shut the door after him.

A minute that felt like an eternity to him transcurred while you kept patiently tucking strands of hair behind your ears, concealing a smug grin. Something had to give. More often, sooner than later.

"Mind telling me what the fuck was that?"

His voice bounced off the walls and reached your ears like a once-favorite song you hadn't heard in months.

"What do you mean?" You calmly asked, never interrupting your task.

"(Y/N), stop that and look at me." He commanded, his patience wearing thinner by the second.

"I am looking at you," You nonchalantly replied, your eyes transfixed on his tense shape in the corner of the mirror as you slowly wiped some smudged lipstick off the edge of your bottom lip.

Outside, the one-minute countdown began. Neither of you could care less. Inside that dimly lit, empty nightclub bathroom, time was irrelevant.

In less than five steps, Miguel reached your side and, placing his hands on your shoulders, firmly spun you around to face him.

"Carajo, ¿Tú no entiendes, verdad?" He hissed, his next leaving his mouth after an ominous pause, "Now look at me."

Not happy with the way you were being handled, you shoved him away and shot him a glare with your arms folded before you.

"There, I'm looking. What do you want?"

"I want you to tell me who's that asshole and why you seem to think he's so damn funny,"

"I'm sorry, O'Hara, that's none of your business anymore, is it?" You spat out.

"It was none of my business,' He agreed, wincing at the dry use of his last name, "Until you showed up in here looking like that, laughing like a dumb teen at some guy's dumb jokes, making sure I'm watching after you did some pretty extensive research to make sure I was coming."

Wanting to rebuke that argument, you immediately opened your mouth just for him to interrupt you.

"What? You thought I wouldn't find out, bonita?"

Miguel started to move towards you without giving you a chance to explain yourself. Still, you weren't sure of what you would've said had you been given the time. Three seconds later, he was standing right before you, trapping you against the cold stone of the sinks.

"Why are you doing this?" He absentmindedly asked, as if he was actually questioning himself or already knew the answer. Before you could react, he suddenly leaned in, burying his face in your neck and taking a deep breath, taking in the scent of your perfume along with something else that you couldn’t perceive but seemed to pull him forward so violently that he had to use both his strong arms on either side of you to hold himself back. Still, he kept babbling against the soft skin of your neck, “I didn’t want to do it…I didn’t…I shouldn’t have…mi amor, I just wanted to protect you,”

“Protect me from what?” You asked in a breathy whisper, your self-control flaking when you felt him move even closer until your backside was pressed against the sink and your front...

You pressed your lips together to keep a noise that would be much too revealing from leaving your lips.

Still, you realized your trials and tribulations weren’t over when his hands slowly moved closer to your thighs until his thumbs were tracing faint circles on them.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked in a hoarse voice before burying his nose behind your ear once more. You had to want him to stop. Before you could gather up the courage to tell him off as you should, you leaned forward and feverishly pressed your lips against his in a kiss that was all but sweet. Without breaking the kiss, in a display of both strength and coordination that was new to you, Miguel slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, placing you on top of the sink with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the way he nudged your legs out of the way so he could grind his lower half into yours. This time there was no way in hell you could contain your moans.

Pleased with the beautiful sounds he was eliciting from you, Miguel’s hands found their way back up to the thin straps of your dress, which he gently slid off from your shoulders before gripping your chin in his hand and tilting your head to the side so he could devour every inch of skin available, occasionally trapping it between his teeth to make sure it’d leave a mark. Even in your haze, you could notice there was something new to the way he was ravishing you. It was as if he was desperately trying to be gentle, to take things slow, just for something primal to take over and coerce him into taking you for himself.

Once again, you stopped thinking when he pressed the hard bulge in his pants against you, the friction over your barely clothed clit throwing all logical thoughts out the window.

“We don’t have much time,” You urged him, not even sure if he’d locked the door after himself. However, deep inside, you knew your motives had less to do with the little privacy and more with the way he unhurriedly worshipped your body and peppered kisses all over it, how his hands gently roamed it as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory. It reminded you of what you two had in a way that was still too painful to remember. You wouldn’t lose yourself to the memories of your past and miss out on how good he was making you feel right now. Tonight you weren’t two people deeply in love with one another trying to fight back the regrets of letting go of what was most precious to you, but two strangers about to fuck in the bathroom of a nightclub.

As if to reinforce that thought, he swiftly pushed you further back onto the sink and pushed your legs apart even more, your dress ridding up almost all the way to your waist. You shivered as new skin was exposed to both the cold beneath you and the heat from Miguel’s skin as he fumbled with the fly of his pants. Meanwhile, you kept yourself busy trying to unbutton his shirt with shaky hands and silently thanked he wasn’t wearing a jacket in the first place. You needed to get him out of as many clothes as possible in the little time you had, needing to feel more of his skin against yours.

Your desire wasn’t fulfilled until the shirt slid off his tan, broad shoulders, and you were pressed against his bare chest, his hands resting at the curve of your lower back as his head barely slid over your soaked slit, prying a raspy moan out of his throat that sounds almost painful. Still, even when you slid your hands around his shoulders and intertwined your fingers behind the nape of his head, he didn’t move further.

“What are you waiting for?” You breathlessly asked, arching your back towards him with a huff just for him to move his hips away, escaping your touch, trying to regain some control over himself.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” He muttered. Shit. Not right now. Out of the whole night, he had to choose this precise moment? No. He hurt you. He owed you. And now it was his turn to shut up and take it.

Taking advantage of his low guard, you hooked your feet behind his back and roughly pulled him towards you, another needy moan escaping your lips as you felt him right at your entrance, whatever remaining reluctance keeping him from sinking into you. It took every ounce of willpower to keep yourself from begging.

“Alright,” He finally says, his hands sliding under your thighs to hold you firmly in place, “If this is what it takes for you to listen to me, bonita, así le vamos a hacer entonces.”

He accentuated his words by slamming into you and immediately picking up a maddeningly fast pace, the loud music outside hopefully drowning out your endless string of broken moans.

“I just…wanted you to be happy,” He spoke in a strained voice in between thrusts.

“Shut up,” You snapped at him. You were happy. And it did nothing but further enrage you to see he was unaware of how miserable you were now without him. Or maybe he was aware because he reached that spot that always made your legs uncontrollably quiver and focused all his energy on it as if he was trying to make up for everything.

“I love you,” He blurted out as he felt you clenching around his length, his hips stuttering for a second before the sigh that left your lips made him lift your leg further up his torso and slam into you with renewed fire, “God, (Y/N) I love you so much, I can’t do this anymore,”

“Shut up,” You sobbed, this time as a plead and not an order. Your heart fluttered as you heard the words you’d waited months to hear, and feeling him roughly stroke your walls at this new angle became too much for you to bear. A string of ‘shut ups’ and sounds that resembled his name left your lips as your hands fell to his stomach, trying to push him away while paradoxically needing him to be closer, needing to feel more of him just in case this was the last time you felt him stretch you out in a way you were hauntingly certain nobody else would ever come close to.

And he wasn’t doing any better. He wanted to pull your head against his chest and wrap his arms around you. He wanted to get on his knees and spend the rest of the night apologizing using his words or his tongue, whatever you wanted as long as you went home with him that night. He wanted you to live a happy, normal life. He couldn’t give you that anymore. Not after that night. Not after the accident.

But those bad thoughts melted away in his brain when he saw your eyes pressed shut, your beautiful, furrowed eyebrows arching over them perfectly as you chased that high that Miguel knew only he could give you. Something that sounded like an actual sentence left your lips so quietly that he had to lean closer to get it.

“What was that, bonita?”

You pressed your lips together, unwilling to repeat yourself until another perfectly calculated thrust pried the half-coherent words out of your mouth.

“Need you…inside. Please, Miguel, please,”

Hearing his name being called out like that for the first time in months was all he needed to come undone, his pace faltering as he pressed himself against you, strong arms gripping your waist as he spilled his load inside you with one last labored moan.

Nothing but extenuated pants could be heard inside the bathroom for a whole, tense minute before you finally moved, taking a few sheets of paper from the dispenser next to the sinks to clean yourself up.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you straightened your dress and tried to somehow fix your disheveled hair.

“You wanted to apologize, you did, and I forgive you,” You categorically answered, “But don’t expect me to come running back into your arms as if what you did was nothing,”

Still, you needed him to know there was hope left for the both of you. So you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then his cheek, granting yourself one moment of vulnerability as you looked into his eyes with a gentle smile.

“I love you too,” You whispered, giving in to the urge to kiss him again. You basked in his shocked look before turning your back to him and going back to the party, where you bumped into Liz less than five minutes later.

“There you are! Where the hell were you? You missed the countdown!”

It wasn’t until you looked around at the confetti-filled floor and the large numbers on a screen that you remembered.

“I went to the bathroom,” You replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and reaching out to take a glass of champagne from one of the several trays atop the tables, “Where did your friend run off to?”

“David?” Liz asked, a deep red blush spreading over her cheeks, “He had to go home. I hope you don’t mind, but we’re getting dinner next Friday,”

“Don’t mind at all,” You replied with a bright smile, eyes already scanning the half-empty club, once again looking for that same face. The one you knew you’d always look for in a crowd for the rest of your life. This time, thanks to the small number of people left, it wasn’t hard to come across his eyes. Amused, you raised your glass at him with a soft, genuine laugh. He did his best to look annoyed, but the minute you tilted your head and gave him your best apologetic look, Miguel rolled his eyes and shook his head with a reluctant smile that made you laugh again before taking a sip of that cheap champagne.

This was going to be a great year.

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ey2doszm · 1 year

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Blinded by the Lights | LHS | 18+

Pairing: Enha Heeseung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, Dirty talk, Fingering, Sex in public, Hints of dom-sub relationship. (not proofread so there might be some mistakes)

Wc: 2.3k

Sypnosis:

The light in his eyes blinds your thoughts and renders inconsequential the fact that you’re standing right at the center of the dance floor; the deepness of his voice as he drags you into a dangerous game makes all your inhibitions fall until it really doesn’t matter if anyone catches a glimpse of the both of you and the unequivocal way his hand moves between your legs.

Your eyes flutter shut as your body starts swaying to the deep bass of the music, warm hands guiding your movements while tugging at the soft fabric of your dress, inching you forward until your limbs are brushing against the familiar body standing only mere inches away from you.

Slender fingers move from your hips down to the curve of your ass to cup your cheeks in a very indecent way that would get you both banished from the club for the rest of your lives or, worse, reported for public indecency.

Your eyes open as your hands encircle Heeseung's neck, pushing him forward until you're breathing the exact same air.

Heeseung smiles, brushing your lips with his swollen mouth — a result of the fierce kissing session you had mere moments before right at the table in the corner.

The fog surrounds you, tinted with the colors of the rainbow as the stroboscopic lights cast everyone in shadows of color. The rainbow reflects on his features, plays tricks on every ridge and curve of his handsome face and it is a sight so captivating you simply cannot stop staring, not even when he catches you red-handed and smirks whilst tugging harder at your bottom cheeks.

His eyes sparkle with wickedness and that everlasting, undeniable, glint of love that always makes your insides melt for you know you're the sole person in the entire world he has ever looked at in that peculiar way.

His mouth parts and his lips attack the soft skin right under your ear, the kisses soft and only meant to lure you into his wicked game.

You sigh, tilting your head to the side to grant him more access, the light in his eyes blinding your thoughts and rendering inconsequential your current position at the center of the dance floor.

His nose brushes against your lobe, his hot breath teasing the damp skin on your neck making a shiver run down your spine.

You bite your bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as you abandon yourself to his soft, alluring, little game.

Heeseung's gingers brush against your bottom cheeks, slowly moving down until they can catch the hem of your incredibly short bodycon dress — black and laced, leaving your back exposed exactly the way he likes it — and lift it up enough for your ass to be exposed not only to his touch but also to the prying eyes all around you.

The little sound of protest that is about to leave your lips is engulfed by his mouth and you immediately get lost in the unique taste of his lavishing tongue.

"What's the problem, princess?" he asks, voice raw with palpable desire.

"Someone is going to see," you whimper as his mouth attacks your neck with newfound fervor.

Your nails drag across the softness his neck making him hiss against your skin right before he starts nibbling at your ear, the pain transforming into pleasure as he licks the battered skin.

"So let them," Heeseung whispers back, his eyes glinting with the excitement of ravishing you whole in front of anyone who wants to witness it. It's a thought that makes your insides twitch and your thighs squeeze together in utter anticipation.

"Would you like that, princess?" his fingers pull at your dress further, revealing the entirety of your bottom cheeks to everyone in near proximity and you shiver against him, the excitement building in your stomach clouding all your rational thoughts.

"Would you like for all of them to watch me as I make you cum?" Heeseung's nails drag on the expanse of your cheeks and you shudder at the thought of your sex dripping and exposed for everyone to see

"I'd love to make you scream my name for all of them to hear," he presses forward, Heeseung's words designed to build your desire until all you wish for is to comply to his fantasy and get your well-deserved release.

"Yes," you whimper out, eyes closed again as your body twitches with every shift in the way his hands and tongue keep touching you.

Heeseung hums against your ear, his lips brushing against the skin before he parts his mouth, teeth in full display to softly bite at the tender skin of your earlobe. You yelp in both pain and pleasure and he chuckles on your neck, his mouth kissing you anew with the sole purpose of melting you completely in his embrace.

The excitement builds with each passing second, sweetly coiling up in your stomach like a hot cascade of pure hot gold.

Heeseung drags his nails on your bottom cheeks, his touch almost scorching as it leaves behind red markings that are only an inkling of the way he likes to claim you as his each and every day.

His mouth finds yours again and you part your lips to grant him access, your tongues sliding against each other as you both savor your taste.

His hands leave your buttocks and slowly ascend towards your hips, slowly guiding you back until your back hits the closest wall. The surface is cold and smooth against the naked skin of your back and your eyes open to focus once more on your lover.

"I thought you wanted everybody to see us," you croak out, voice hoarse with trepidation.

"I do," Heeseung says softly, his lips leaving a trail of small kisses on your jawline, "But I also don't want anyone to interrupt us before I'm done with you."

The serious tone of Heeseung's voice, the way his left hand cups your breast to prove his point and the feeling of his hot tongue all over your neck are almost too much to bear with the underlined risk of being discovered, reported or even filmed and posted online for anyone to see.

You whimper at the sole thought and he chuckles against your skin, his hands finding their way back to your naked ass.

"How much do you want them to see us, princess?" He asks, voice low as he drags your dress upwards even further, revealing not only your sex but also your belly button, "What are you thinking about?" He inquires further, his fingers drawing circles on your hips as you unconsciously start rolling them forward in desperate need for friction.

"Are you perhaps imaging their eyes on you? The way they'd look at me with envy as I get to touch you?" Heeseung's mouth attacks the thin skin between your clavicles, sucking on the soft expanse until he's sure a bruise will show up there in the morning — a little token for you to remember this night by during your workday.

"Or are you thinking about the way their cocks would get hard and their pussies wet looking at you come undone on my fingers?" Heeseung's right hand grasps your hip forcefully, forcing you to halt your movements as his fingers trail down from your stomach down to where you need them the most.

"Are you picturing the way they'd masturbate tonight thinking about the nice show we gave to them?" You whimper in response, your walls contracting on thin air as your mind drifts off to all the nice pictures he's painting for you with his lewd words.

"My little slut," you can hear the pleased smile he's wearing on his features in the tone of his voice and your insides warm up with the sense of accomplishment that comes with satisfying your dominant lover.

Heeseung's fingers brush on your sex and he hums, his eyes shifting from your chest down to the mound between your legs.

"No panties," he smiles, looking at you for the briefest of moments before his full attention is given to your already dripping wet sex, "Just like how I like it."

Heeseung's tongue licks your swollen lips and you part them for him again, ready to be engulfed by his taste, your heart frantically beating in your chest.

The sound of your open-mouthed kiss, all tongues and teeth, almost drowns out the deafening sound of the music playing in the club and it makes your insides clench and your hips rock forward in the desperate search of something, anything, that would quench your thirst for release.

"For being such a good girl," he says as he leaves your lips, panting with the lack of oxygen the kiss has left him with, "You're gonna be rewarded."

You whine in unadulterated anticipation, your head hitting the wall as you arch your back to meet his warm hand and collect your prize.

He cups your sex, grunting as he discovers how wet his little teasing has made you and you bite down your lip, all thoughts blinded by the lights in his eyes as your gaze fixes upon them.

The drag of his fingers on your sex is slow, your juices finely coating his fingers with each and every studied stroke.

"I wish I could taste you right now," Heeseung growls on your neck, his teeth nibbling at the already battered skin as his index finger reaches your clit and starts drawing circles on its expanse.

Your abdomen contracts at the sudden wave of pleasure and your knees buckle as you whine, the sound swallowed by the music yet not enough for it not to be heard by anyone walking past the two of you.

"Does it feel good, princess?" He asks, his nose brushing your jawline with newfound contrasting sweetness.

"So, so good," you whisper, your hips slowly meeting his movements, silently asking for more.

Heeseung's index finger glides down your mound, slowly gathering your leaking juices just to tease your entrance until you're begging him for it, the strangled 'please' you emit satisfying him enough for him to drag his first digit inside of you.

He slides in with utter ease, your arousal coating every small inch of his finger, making it easy for him to move it in and out of you. The pace is slow, almost torturingly so but it is utter bliss nonetheless.

Your eyes close and your consciousness drifts away, carried by the pleasure sweetly building between your legs.

You feel Heeseung dig inside of you, curling his finger every now and then as he seeks that pleasure spot he knows will unravel you in a matter of a few minutes.

Your sighs and whimpers guide him like in a game of hot and cold and when he finally finds his bounty, another finger slips right into you.

Your hands grasp the longer hair on the back of his head, forcing his face to inch closer and meet your neck as you rock towards his hand, continuous whimpers of his name leaving your mouth.

He kisses your bruised skin whilst picking up the pace between your legs. The drag of his fingers in and out of you is almost intoxicating and you run out of breath as he keeps hitting the same spot over and over again with calculated precision.

His fingers curl inside of you and the rest of his palm rests on your sex, encompassing it completely so that even your clit can find no peace every time he makes even the slightest of movements.

He draws circles on your sex, his palm pressing hard against your clit as his fingers contract inside of you, pressing hard on your pleasure spot until you can hardly take it any longer.

You feel him tilt his head to the side, his ear resting on your chest and you open your eyes, following his gaze to your left. You find strangers' eyes on you and you whine with the realization that you have been discovered and this isn't a game anymore. You are being watched and, just like in your wild fantasy, you are being filmed by someone's phone.

His head leaves your chest and you watch his eyes shift from playful to animalistic and you know this excites him just as much as it thrills you.

His fingers move with newfound fervor, the pace he sets for you bound to drag you to heaven in the span of a minute and you moan out loud, uncaring about the prying eyes spying you.

The pleasure is overwhelming, the squelching sound of your pussy so loud you have no doubt your spectators can hear that even on top of the loud music and that thought alone is almost enough to push you over the edge.

"Yes, just like that princess, let them hear you," he incites you, tight-lipped with the effort of making you come, "Let them know whose pussy this is."

You whine loudly as he scissors his fingers inside of you, your breathing ragged with the incumbent release that he's excellently building inside of you.

"Fuck," you hiss through gritted teeth, your head falling backward as your body arches in pure pleasure.

You hold your breath, your face feeling hot as your limbs start to tremble and your walls contract madly all around his fingers.

The orgasm comes right at that moment, with his name leaving your mouth in a loud scream that reverberates all around you, just like he so badly desired.

Your ears ring with the aftermath of your high and the rest of the night is held into a foggy haze. You can hardly recall his hands moving fast to cover your half-naked body or the way his fingers laced around yours to drag you outside the club. It almost feels like a distant dream the way he laughs in your ear as you run outside the club before anyone has you both arrested for public indecency and even the trip back home is all fuzzy and unclear when you wake up the next morning.

The only thing clear everytime you open or close your eyes is Heeseung's hands all over you for the entirety of the night, the grunts and deep moans that sound like your name in the silence of your room and the never-ending orgasms that wash over you like a cascade.

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biteofcherry · 9 months

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For your birthday banquet:

"I hope next time you'll know how to behave." To find the light we first must touch the darkness

Touch The Darkness

dark mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: dark!Steve Rogers; forced relationship; depraved wicked things really; public indecency; knife play; mild violence (not against Reader);

Gaze fixed on the ceiling, chasing the stroboscope reflections of the club's lights, you tried your best to wipe the image of the man kneeling on the other side of a small table in the VIP lounge.

You tried not to think of how he blanched when Steve ordered him to stretch out his hand on the tabletop, nor how Bucky gripped the man's wrist and held it down pinned to the surface.

Lights and deep bass of music alone wouldn't effectively take your attention of the fearful picture that was painted right before you, but Steve's hands on your body did.

He had you sprawled on his lap, your back to his chest, while he curled ring-adorned fingers of his left hand around the front of your throat.

You tilted your head back obediently, resting it against Steve's shoulder. Your hands curled into fists on your thighs, sparkly fabric of your sequined dress bunching in your grip, as you felt the tip of a blade tease down your chest.

Steve dipped it in the valley of your breasts, lightly scratching the roundness. He rubbed the flat side of the blade over your covered nipple, which instantly stiffened at the debauched stimulation.

You didn't want to think of the others watching the scene; of that man, one of Steve's new goons, on his knees directly in front of you.

You also didn't want to be turned on by any of this, but as Steve moved the knife between your thighs it was already too late to deny it.

He flicked his wrist, pushing the ornamental handle of the knife under your dress and over your mound. Your back arched, a needy hiss escaping your lips when he pressed the butt of it against your clit.

"Are you wet, Princess?" Steve's voice was a darkly decadent seduction.

"Yes," you murmured, having learned a while ago that he always made you admit the truth and it was better to do it right away than challenge him into proving it in most depraved ways.

"Who are you wet for?" He asked, rubbing your clit in steady motions.

"You, you bastard," his low laugh at your hiss only made you wetter.

Steve licked a stripe up your throat then sucked on your earlobe. your nipples hardened, your hips bucking against the pressure between your thighs.

Then he slipped the knife's handle beneath the soaked fabric of your panties, coating it in your slick.

You couldn't help the moan that bubbled out of your lips, feeling a scorching wave of shame wash over you.

Suddenly, Steve withdrew the knife and his body moved; and yours along with him.

He bent forward, your head lolling down and eyes opening to watch in terror (and arousal) how he imbedded the blade in the man's splayed hand.

Blood spilled and the goon grunted in pain (not screaming, to his honor and appreciation of the others present), but he didn't dare to jerk away, or curse Steve.

"She's wet only for me," Steve tone was a shard of ice, sharper than that knife. "She's needy only for me. She's to be touched only by me. You don't ever get to even imagine coming close to her. Am I fucking clear?"

The man nodded, gritting out a painful Yes Sir.

"I hope next time you'll know how to behave," Steve spat, "or I'll drive that knife into your skull."

The man hasn't touched you with a single finger, didn't attempt to grab, but his stupid remark on how women got wet for any bad boy was paired with a glance your way. Which was enough for Steve to react.

You don't think it was to defend you; definitely not to defend women in general. It was about comparing Steve's level of power to a pathetic bad boy.

And maybe about the very faint suggestion that anyone beside Steve could turn you into a pathetic, dripping mess.

No one could. Even you knew it by now.

It wasn't about the guns, or the knives, or ropes, or being choked. It was about it coming from Steve. It was the extension of his power, not the implements themselves.

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 1 year

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Souls on fire.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I really cannot seem to let go of this Jake. He lives rent free in my mind and consumes me every day. But since three is the perfect number, this one is probably the final part of this little series. I really hope you enjoy it.

Part one: Golden Hour.

Part two: Little Devil.

Word count: 7.2K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (m!&f!receiving), anal play (m!&f!receiving), pegging, dom/sub dynamic, restraints, sub!jake.

Beware, this is absolutely filthy.

Summary: Jake and you linger on some reflections.

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Las Vegas.

You were following the boys there for one of their concerts opening for Metallica, and you weren't used to the city.

The myriad of colorful stroboscopic lights in stark contrast with the pitch-black sky were starting to make you feel dizzy.

To make matters worse, the weather was saturated with unseasonably early heat that was making your head pound.

In the weeks prior to the show, the twins had had a bet going on about which one of them could find the worst looking hotel with the most ridiculous rooms ever in this city.

It was a thing between them, so Sam, Danny and you were absolutely oblivious of the location and of which one of the twins had won the bet.

The only rule you had set was that, whatever hotel they picked, it had to be absolutely the cleanest. You didn't want to share your bed with horrible bed bugs.

The taxi stopped outside a big white building that looked brand new, but, if you focused a bit better, you could see that the paint was stained and chipping and the shutters were slightly rusty.

"If this is the exterior, I dread the inside" you whispered, making Danny snort out a laugh.

You knew that you would never let them pick hotels again.

The twins led the way inside and you followed, noticing details that were proving your point and praying that the place would be clean, at least.

You followed the guys up to the 10th floor and everybody made their way into their respective rooms.

As you and Jake entered the one that was assigned to you, you both laughed at the choice of furniture and design.

The room was big and dark.

There was an enormous bed on the right and, in front of it, there was an inground jacuzzi with bubbling water and color-changing lights inside.

There was also a big painting on the entrance wall, just above the door, that was absolutely pornographic.

The walls and ceiling were covered in scrappy antique pink satin that looked dusty and dull.

The cherry on top was the enormous blinding-white neon sign that was hanging above the headboard of the bed. It wasn't on the wall but was dangling a few centimeters from it, making you wonder why.

It read "Kitten got wet" and it made you blush.

It was obvious it was Josh who had picked this one.

Jake approached you from behind as you were eyeing the sign and placed his hands on your hips, nudging you lightly with his, with a light chuckle.

"Is this room of your liking, Sir?" He whispered and you bit your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of having struck a nerve.

Again.

You couldn't stand it anymore.

Since that night when you had forced him to call you that under those circumstances, he kept teasing you with it every chance he got.

And you were starting to be fed up with it.

He had called you that at the supermarket, at home with his brothers and parents within earshot and even when you had met some of your coworkers out at a pub. He didn't seem to care if someone overheard him.

He loved seeing you getting all flustered because of the memories that simple word elicited in your brain.

Many times you had to restrain yourself from pinning him against the nearest wall and slap his pretty face.

But, of course, two could play a game, and you always got your revenge.

As easily as he used that simple word against you every chance he got, you found something that got him equally hot and bothered.

Whenever you could, you touched, grasped, pinched and even swatted his perfect ass, making him get all flustered and needy.

Every time he mocked you calling you Sir, you would sneak a little touch on his ass, making your hands linger just to piss him off further.

You also happened to find the most inappropriate moments to grace that part of his body with a gentle touch.

You did it while he was trying to be professional on a business call with their manager, when he was helping his mum in the kitchen and you knew she wasn't watching, even when he and his brother were bickering like children about a song.

That particular time he had completely lost his train of thoughts as you slowly passed by them and grasped his ass cheek.

You were almost certain that Josh had caught you that time, you saw a little smirk that faded away almost immediately signaling to you that he might have seen.

So, since that night you two teased each other constantly.

Now, you suppressed the little whimper that was trying to escape your lips and detached from him without a word.

He went back to the door to retrieve your suitcases and that's when you swatted his ass. Hard.

You started giggling and let out a screech as he turned around and started chasing you, pinning you to the bed by your wrists almost immediately, his body on top of yours.

"I swear to God, if you do that again, I am not responsible for my actions or of what my brothers are going to hear from this room." He threatened and you giggled again, making him glare at you.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed and leave you like that till after the concert tonight, love" He said in a hot whisper, nudging your cheek with his perfect nose.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he grasped your throat.

He didn't have to say anything else to make you calm down.

You loved teasing him but you adored obeying him, nonetheless.

"Good girl" he said and looked upwards, his brown eyes and tanned skin glowing with the white light provided by that dingy neon.

"I love this sign, do you think it is for sale?" He asked very seriously.

"Oh my God, Jake, don't even think about it" you deadpanned and he laughed, raising his hands.

"Kidding, kidding, I wouldn't want you to punish me for that" he whispered in a sultry tone.

You rolled your eyes at him and he winked.

That night after the concert, you found yourself with them in one of the many green rooms of the venue.

Their set had just ended and they were still high on adrenaline.

As they entered the room, Jake was leading the way, all disheveled and sweaty.

What a sight.

As he spotted you, he smirked, walked towards you and pinned you to the wall with his hips, kissing you breathless.

All you could taste was the deliciously salty sweat on his plump lips, his taste completely clouding your senses.

You would have greedily licked every inch of his body right there.

You grasped his hips with your hands and one hid under his jacket to trace the damp skin of his spine.

He hissed at the contact with your cool hands on his flushed skin.

You heard someone clear their throat and the spell broke, leaving you a blushing mess.

You had completely forgotten that Sam, Danny and Josh were there, too.

Jake kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel and a water bottle, drinking half of it in one go. A few droplets escaped the corner of his mouth and slowly dribbled past his chin, down his neck and to his chest.

You could have moaned right there.

He met your gaze from across the room with a strange glimmer in his eyes but you didn't see it coming.

"What got you so hot and bothered, Sir?" He said out loud for everyone to hear. Brothers and a few members of the crew included. Everyone's head turned to look at you as you started blushing like a tomato.

You froze.

Your brain switched off.

You couldn't believe he said that.

You refused to.

Sammy, being the little shit he was, was the first one who tried to make fun of you.

"Oh my God, really? I would have never imagined that out of the two you would be the one with a Sir kink" He snickered with a playful look in his eyes that signaled to you he wanted you to reply to his remark so he could deliver the final blow.

You didn't answer him, much to his displeasure.

Your silence served only to spur Josh to try and roast you, for what he had just heard.

"Let her be Sammy boy, wouldn't we want our sweet lady to spank us all, would we now, Sir?" He said towards you, winking, his pink tongue licking his lips in slow motion.

Danny came to your rescue.

Or so you thought.

"Shut up boys, or she has every right to punish you, am I right, Sir?" He said, and everybody's laughter roared up.

That sound was what shook your brain back to life and you faked a laugh with them.

You made eye contact with Jake and a smirk slowly appeared on your lips.

He would regret it, soon.

In the van, heading back to the hotel you completely ignored Jake. You sat opposite to him, not by his side like always.

When the van stopped at a red light, you were minding your own business when Sam let out a screech and a maniacal laugh.

He was looking out of the window, pointing to a shop on the other side of the road.

It was a sex shop taking up two stories of a brightly lit building.

In the windows were exposed all kinds of sex toys, in every shape, form and color.

"Look at that thing" Josh shouted.

He was pointing at a woman mannequin clad head to toe in leather, with a strap-on secured on her hips. It was very similar to the one you had hidden in your suitcase, but this one was way bigger, hot pink and had little flashing led lights incorporated inside, that covered the entire length of the silicone.

You heard Jake inhale sharply, but the sound was lost to the others who were making lewd comments on what they were seeing.

You made eye contact with him and you smirked, seeing the absolute panic in his eyes.

You wanted to make him pay for what he had said in the green room. But you would never expose him in such a way.

You only needed him to believe that you would have.

You cleared your throat and disclosed your lips to make him think you wanted to say something. His eyes widened and his breathing picked up slightly.

You smirked at his pleading expression, breaking eye contact and ignoring him for the rest of the ride.

As you got back to the room, he was on you the moment the door closed.

And he didn't seem to get enough of you.

He had you there, against that very door, under that enormous pornographic painting.

Then he had you straddling him on the bed, riding his hard cock while he spanked your ass and gripped your hips like your life and his depended on it, until you both came hard, making a mess on the sheets.

To cool down, you both relaxed for a while in the jacuzzi, the bubbles helping to restore your energy. Your muscles were feeling relieved in less than ten minutes there.

You grabbed one of his hands and started massaging it, feeling him relax under your simple touch. You did the same with the other and, once you were finished, he turned you around and had you lean against his chest. You were about to fall asleep in his arms in the warm water when he angled your body towards the tub jet on the plastic seat, making it land right against your center. You tried to avoid it but he was having none of it and was keeping you in place with a firm grip on your hips.

"What got into you tonight?" You whispered and he laughed.

"I don't fucking know, I just know I need you, again" He whispered into your ear.

You moaned his name and freed yourself from his grip. You knew how you wanted him this time.

You crossed the jacuzzi and turned your head to look at him, keeping your back towards him. With your chin on your shoulder you winked at him and he was pressed against your back in less than a second.

You bent forward, your hips propped on the edge of the tub and your elbows on the floor, your back arched and your ass exposed.

You heard him gasp and his hands landed on your butt. You felt his warm breath there before his tongue lapped sinfully between your legs. Then he parted your ass cheeks and licked at your hole, making you moan his name and arch your back even more.

"You look so delectable like this baby. Your body shines in this light. I wish I could take a picture of you like this, bent over and spread open for me with that damn neon sign above you." He whispered on the skin of your back while he rubbed his hard cock between your folds.

"Holy shit" he groaned as he watched himself slowly slide inside of you. The way your lips parted to welcome his length was a sight he could never forget.

You whimpered as he entered to the hilt and a little sob escaped your lips as he pushed further a bit more before setting a sultry rhythm.

"Fuck kitten, you are so wet" he whispered into your ear from behind and you both snickered at his reference to the lewd neon sign. His laughing was interrupted by you clenching around him.

He groaned and sped up his rhythm, shoving your hips harshly against the rim of the tub with every thrust. You knew those marks would sting deliciously in the morning.

You couldn't keep quiet, with every thrust a little whimper left your lips, bringing him close quickly.

"Kitten?" He questioned through clenched teeth.

"Almost there" you exhaled.

His hands left your hips, one thumb started stroking your clit rapidly while the other traced between your ass cheeks and skimmed around your hole, applying a delicious pressure.

"Jake" you whined and, as he bit your shoulder, you came hard around him, bringing him down with you.

His moans turned whiny as he rode out his orgasm and slumped, spent, against your back, still inside of you.

You both were a panting mess.

You noticed then that the floor was absolutely covered in soapy water and you started laughing till you both had tears streaming down your faces.

"I am gonna thank Josh for picking this dingy hotel" Jake said, still laughing.

You kissed him and helped him out of the tub, trying to avoid slipping on the wet floor.

Sleep creeped almost immediately on your spent bodies the moment you curled together under the sheets.

You woke up suddenly in the middle of the night covered in sweat. The temperature in the room was scorching hot and his body pressed close against yours was suffocating you.

You were angry, really angry.

You had just had a dream about him revealing your secret kink to the boys and when you woke up you remember it wasn't a dream.

He really did it.

He had exposed you in front of his bandmates and crew, letting them laugh at your expenses.

You were seething with anger now.

You knew he thought you had already forgiven him and forgot it because you had let him fuck you on every surface of the room.

But it was all part of the plan.

You were planning on punishing him because he exposed you in front of his mates, but even more because he had really thought you would do the same to him when the guys started commenting on the items exposed in that sex shop, back in the van.

He really thought, even if just for a fleeting moment, that you would have told his closest friends and family all the little dirty things he liked in bed, betraying his trust like it meant nothing.

You wanted to punish him for thinking that breaking his trust was your way to win an argument the easiest way.

You could have, but you would never do that to him.

Anger was making your blood boil, so you almost didn't hear him shift in his sleep.

He was sleeping on his tummy now, the sheets had slipped from his sweaty body, leaving him completely naked.

His breathing was slow and even, but, after a while, it picked up slightly.

Anger had erased the last bit of sleep you possessed so you started admiring every inch of his body. That was one of your favourite activities to do, especially when he couldn't tease you about it.

A little breathy whimper escaped his plump pouty lips. You thought you had imagined it but, some seconds later, you heard that again.

His hands slowly grasped the sheets near his face and his back muscles rippled under your attentive gaze.

You thought he was having a nightmare but, after some time, you noticed a slight movement of his hips paired with a low groan.

He started to slowly rut his hips on the mattress, his breathing becoming erratic and heavy.

You were watching him closely and wishing you could read his mind to see what the dream was about.

After a while, you saw one of his hands moving downwards, slowly slithering on the satin white sheets.

It stopped on his thigh and then, you had to suppress a moan when it inched upwards and gripped his ass cheek, making the muscle indent between his fingers.

He moaned loudly this time, rutting rhythmically against the bed, and you blushed.

Now you knew exactly what he was dreaming about.

You wanted to wake him up without startling him, but, as you skimmed your hand on his strong sweaty back, he stopped moving and turned around, on his back, but he didn't wake up.

He was hard. It rested proud and strong on his soft tummy, twitching lightly.

You moved closer to him, leaning your head on his hip and admiring him like it was the best view you had ever seen.

And he really was.

You were almost forgetting that you were mad at him.

Almost.

You started kissing and nibbling at his hip bone, slowly inching closer to his erection.

You heard him whine deep in his chest when you graced his already leaking tip with your parted lips, tongue poking out to say hello.

"Please" he mumbled, eyes still closed.

You took him into your mouth slowly and started sucking him delicately, swirling your tongue across his length.

"Fuck" he groaned as you took him deeper into your mouth.

He opened his eyes then, and slowly threaded his fingers into your hair.

"Baby, oh my God, just like this" he moaned, eyes slowly focusing on you between his legs.

You kept your mouth on him until he was a writhing whimpering mess and then, just when he was about to cum, you detached from him.

"What… what the fuck, baby" he whimpered disappointed and you laughed.

"Not so fast, Jakey" you said in a mocking tone making him furrow his brows, confused.

"I have so much more in store for you" you said ignoring completely his throbbing cock.

He was about to grip his length and finish what you had started but you swatted his hand away.

"Don't you dare" you told him in a clipped tone and he had the courage to roll his eyes at you.

You were on him in a second.

You straddled his lap and grasped his wrists with a bit of effort in one of your hand while your other grasped his hair.

"Don't make me repeat myself and stop misbehaving or, I swear to God…" you started saying through clenched teeth but he interrupted you.

"Or what, kitten, what are you going to do? Are you gonna make me call you Sir outside the bedroom, too?" He snickered.

Poor thing.

He didn't know what he was getting himself into.

You noticed again that glimmer in his eyes, the one he wore when he was enjoying pushing your buttons. It was part of the game and you both loved it.

You lowered to whisper in his ear and you felt him shiver when your warm breath grazed his skin.

"I am fucking mad at you for the trick you pulled in that green room. I am going to teach you some manners and I am going to reduce you to a whimpering mess, Jakey. You will love every second of it, I promise" you whispered, licking his lobe.

Your hand slithered under your pillow and you retrieved a little remote control.

When the boys had gone to soundcheck for their performance, you had decided to stay at the hotel to take a nap, in hopes that your headache would pass.

You were sprawled on the bed when you nudged something with your foot that fell on the floor with a low thud.

A second later the antique pink satin fabric of the walls started moving upwards, revealing walls made entirely of mirrors.

You had gasped and retrieved a little remote from the floor.

There were three buttons on it with three words on them.

The first one had the word 'Walls' underneath.

The second was called 'Ceiling'. You pressed it and the fabric on the ceiling started receding, leaving you looking directly up at your own reflection.

The last one had 'Lights' written underneath and with it you understood you could change the colors of the lights in the room.

You didn't know if Jake knew that little secret, but you knew you would use that in your favor.

Now, you pressed the button called 'Ceiling' and he gasped.

"Oh shit, this is crazy" he laughed, looking amazed at the mirrored ceiling slowly revealing itself.

"You are in so much trouble Jakey" you whispered and he met your gaze but didn't say a word.

You retrieved something else from under your pillow and showed it to him.

He whimpered at the sight of the burgundy slip of velvet you had purchased with him in mind.

With the idea of tying his wrist in mind, to be honest.

"Are you ok with this?" You asked him and he nodded, eagerly.

"Use your words, Jakey, or you won't get anything" you warned him.

"Yes, I am ok with this" he said but it wasn't enough.

"Yes, what, baby? Don't forget your manners" you said rutting your hips one single time against his erection, making him hiss.

"Yes, Sir" he said through clenched teeth as you kept your heat planted on his throbbing cock, without moving, dripping slowly around him.

"Scoot closer to the headboard, Jakey" you asked and he obeyed immediately.

You grasped his wrists and tied them together on the headboard so that he was propped halfway across it.

Then you sat back on the bed, with your legs parted on either side of his, exposing your wet dripping core to him.

"Now you are gonna watch me get myself off how many times I like. Then, if you behave yourself, and if I feel like it, I am gonna fuck you" you said in a defiant tone

He moaned at your words.

You lent back on your elbows and started touching yourself, slowly and deliberately, taking your sweet time.

You pushed your head backwards, moaning and making a show of it as you plunged two fingers inside of you.

Then you crawled on top of him and grasped the strap from underneath the pillow.

You dragged it across his lips that parted almost immediately to welcome the plastic. He sucked on it and whined when you dragged it away from him.

You resumed the same position as before and slowly dragged the sleak silicone across your flushed skin.

His eyes widened as you slowly inched the strap close to your entrance and he moaned out a loud curse as you pressed it inside your wet pussy. It went in so easily thanks to your wetness and his saliva, that you gasped at the sudden action.

You watched yourself in the mirrored ceiling as you fucked yourself, then you locked gazes with him through the mirror and you came hard.

He trashed around on the bed slightly at the sight, whines of frustration escaping his lips and hips slightly rutting upwards in search of friction but he didn't say anything to worsen his punishment.

You let yourself calm down from the high and then you pulled the strap out of you, placing it on the bed near you.

"So beautiful" he whispered and you couldn't help but blush.

You straddled his thigh, the hot taut muscle rippled under you.

He moaned at the contact, sounding desperate.

Those sounds spurred you on and you started rutting your hips against his strong muscle, enjoying the sweet friction, despite your overstimulation.

His cock was throbbing now, the tip leaking and swollen. You took pity and slowly lowered yourself to lap at him, gently.

He exhaled then, a relieved sound leaving his heaving chest.

"Thank you, Sir" he whispered and you sped up your movements on his thigh.

He clenched the muscle to help you reach your orgasm and, a few seconds later, you were cumming, again.

As you came down, you traced your hands on his heaving chest, caressing his nipples and making him arch his back.

"You have been so good for me, Jakey. It's time for a reward." You said as you started to secure the strap to your hips.

He moaned at the sight, wrists tugging lightly at the fabric keeping them bound.

You crawled slowly up his body.

The silicone was covered in your wetness and bobbing obscenely up and down, catching the light and his attention.

He licked his lips slowly, keeping eye contact with you.

The muscles of his abdomen contracted deliciously as he propped himself a bit more upwards against the headboard.

Your hips were close to his face now. You had something very specific in mind.

He was thinking the same and started to beg for it, like a good boy.

"Please, fuck my face" he whimpered, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving, trying to stop himself from cumming untouched.

You traced your hands delicately over his face, pushing damp tendrils of hair away from his flushed skin.

Your thumb skimmed on his plush bottom lip, freeing it from the strong grip of his teeth.

In a swift motion, he captured your thumb between his lips and sucked on it, his eyes boring into yours as he swirled his tongue around it.

"Make a mess of me, make me drool around your cock, Sir, please" he asked and you couldn't deny him anymore.

Your knees rested on either side of his neck and his head was propped up against the headboard.

You nudged his cheek with the wet tip of the strap and he moaned, swiftly opening his mouth to encompass the silicone.

You moaned at the sight of him and he growled at your taste, your juices still covering the strap.

You started moving your hips, so that the silicone would glide between his perfect lips, without choking him.

"Are you ok?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

His burning gaze was full of love, passion and need as he nodded with his mouth full.

He started drooling around the plastic cock, the spit covering his lips was making them catch the white light of the neon sign as it slowly dripped past the corner of his lips and on his chin.

You noticed how the skin of his wrists was reddening and with a swift motion you untied him.

He whimpered low in his chest as the blood started to flow freely in his veins, again.

Suddenly, he grasped your hips, bringing them impossibly closer to his face. He gagged around the strat but his grip didn't allow you to move so you stayed where he was keeping you and you started praising him.

"You are taking it so well, Jakey, you are such a good boy for me" you said, stroking his hollowed cheeks.

One of his hands left your hip and went between your legs. He started stroking your clit rapidly as he kept drooling on the silicone.

Your moans filled the room as you gripped the headboard for leverage. Two of his fingers entered you and curled upwards making you almost slam your head against the wall.

The other hand that he had on your hip set a steady rhythm for your hips so that the strap would glide in and out of his perfect mouth.

You came hard, your juices were dripping slowly down his wrist. That feeling made him groan loud around the strap and you felt hot spurts of his release coating the flushed skin of your back and your hair.

You gasped at the feeling, pushing your hips away from his face to allow him to breathe properly.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, Sir" he started apologizing but you silenced him with a searing kiss, wiping his chin with your fingers.

"It's ok, shh, don't worry, Jakey" you tried to reassure him, his chest heaving.

He cursed loudly, tracing your spine and hair with his fingers and then laughed.

"Oh my God, I've soaked your hair baby" he said with a little blush creeping on his cheeks.

"It's ok, I am not mad at you, not for this, at least" you whispered on his lips, as he grabbed a towel he had discarded on the bedside table to wipe your back and himself.

He started rolling his eyes, but caught himself.

You sat by his side on the bed and you both tried to catch your breath.

After a while, your attention was caught by the little remote control of the room and you pressed the button named 'Walls'.

"You really have to thank your brother for this, Jakey" you told him as the fabric started moving from the walls, revealing more mirrors.

"Holy shit, this is crazy" He gasped and cursed under his breath, as the walls transformed.

You pressed the last button named 'Lights' and the neon sign turned a bright shade of red. Thanks to the many mirrors the red light bounced repeatedly across the room, giving it an almost hellish glow and wrapping your bodies in a fiery blaze.

"Fuck" he whimpered and you smirked.

You knew that he was genuinely loving all this.

You bent down to kiss him.

It started innocent at first but then he grasped your hips and dragged you unceremoniously on top of him, making the strap you still had on, press onto his crotch, making him growl.

He was slowly hardening again as you nudged him with the silicone, making him whine and moan.

"I am still mad at you, my sweet Jakey, so don't let your guard down, pretty boy" you whispered into his ear.

"I am really sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to upset you" he said looking up at you with big doe eyes.

"But you did it, and now you are going to face the consequences" you whispered, sucking a mark on his shoulder.

You detached from him completely.

"Turn around, kitten, on your knees, and face your pretty neon sign" you whispered in a sultry tone, licking at his lobe and swatting his ass as he turned.

He did as he was told and you made eye contact through the mirror. He looked absolutely indecent, with his chest heaving, his cock hard and leaking and his lips swollen and glossy.

"Hands on the pillow, if you move them I am going to stop." You warned him with a kiss on his shoulder.

"Yes, Sir" he replied swiftly.

You pushed his hair away from his back and started planting featherlight kisses down his spine.

"For the record, I am not punishing you because you let your brothers and crew members laugh at me, back in that green room. Well, that's not the main reason. I want to punish you because, in the van, you thought I would let everybody know what you like in the bedroom." You hissed in his ear, biting his lobe and his eyes rolled back.

You wrapped a hand around his throat from behind, feeling him swallow thickly.

"I could have, you know" your nose traced the line of his shoulder.

"I could have told them that you are my little dirty cock-drunk slut in the bedroom sometimes, letting me do unspeakable things to you, pretty boy" your tone lowered to a whisper and made a shiver run down his spine.

"I could have told them that my sweet little good boy likes to have his perfect ass ate and then properly fucked, right, kitten?" You kept talking and he whimpered at the filthy thoughts you were able to conjure in his mind with your words.

You didn't know what was possessing you, you certainly weren't used to talking like that. Usually it was him who did the dirty talking in the bedroom, you were too shy for it. But after seeing his reaction to your filthy words, you wished you had started earlier.

"But, I didn't, because this is our filthy secret and nobody needs to know, except you and me" you kissed his shoulder, suckling the skin lightly.

Then you pressed yourself against his back, rubbing your hard nipples on the flushed skin of his back and dragging the strap between his legs from behind.

He whined but he kept his hands planted on the pillow.

You sat back on the bed removing your body completely from him.

His breathing was already ragged and quick, the look in his eyes desperate.

"I am going to use my fingers now. Are you ok with this?" You asked and he nodded eagerly.

"Yes please, Sir" he said and you smiled to him.

"So polite, Jakey" you cooed and he blushed.

You wrapped your hand briefly around his throbbing cock and stroked him a few times.

He moaned your name, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so" you told him and he nodded.

You traced your hands from his shoulders down to his ass, squeezing the muscles between your fingers. He moaned and rutted his hips forward in search of a bit of relief.

You let go of him and retrieved the lube from under your pillow.

You squeezed a good amount of it on your middle and ring finger and you slowly traced his spine with them, making him hiss at the coolness of them.

As you reached between his legs, you swirled them around his hole and he gasped at the sudden contact, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

You slowly eased a finger inside and he closed his eyes, drawing deep breaths, trying not to cum.

It was your turn to moan as his hot skin slowly encompassed your finger.

You moved it in and out of him and he bit his bottom lip trying not to scream. His muscles clenched around your finger.

You pushed another finger in and, this time, he growled loudly.

"Fuck, please, just like this" he moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on you.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers Jakey, but you can't cum just yet, you have to earn it" you whispered against his ear, feeling him tremble.

He lifted his hips slowly and pushed down on your fingers. A deep whine escaped his lips as he repeated the motion again and again, your fingers pressing inside of him to the knuckle.

He let his head hang down but you quickly grasped his hair and tugged his face upwards.

"I want you to watch yourself, baby" you groaned into his ear and he cursed, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips.

His moans were becoming louder and louder, he was slowly unraveling, as he kept his eyes glued to your fingers, pushing in and out of his tight hole.

One of his hands slipped from pillow and you pulled your fingers out of him, suddenly.

"I warned you" you said in a clipped tone and he moaned desperately at the loss.

"Turn around, Jakey, lay on your back for me" you asked. He slowly maneuvered himself into the position you wanted him in and released a shaky breath.

"Still ok with this?" You asked and he gave you a gleaming smile.

"Yes, I can't wait for you to fuck me" he whispered and you whimpered at his words.

You slowly parted his legs a bit more with your hands on his knees, to comfortably sit between them, and you retrieved the lube.

You drenched the strap with it and, for good measure, you let a few drops land on your fingers, again.

You spread it around his hole and you felt him flutter underneath your fingertips.

You bent down to kiss him, slowly stealing his breath away as the tip of the strap nudged at his entrance.

Your lips drowned the relieved moan he let out when you slowly bottomed out inside of him and his eyes rolled backwards.

You kept your hips still for a while, letting him adjust and then pulled almost all the way out and back all the way in. He moaned through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut.

You caressed his cheekbones with trembling fingertips and he slowly opened his eyes, to meet yours.

You stole a kiss from him and then angled his face a bit more upwards with gentle fingers on his chin.

"I want you to watch me fuck your ass in that mirror, Jakey" you whispered into his ear as he looked enraptured at the reflection of your tangles bodies on the ceiling, biting his lips raw.

The moan that left the depth of his chest was almost animalistic as he watched with bated breath you snapping your hips against his, his lips parting to exhale little breathy whines, matching your thrusts.

At the same time, you got lost in the reflection behind the headboard and you blushed heavily, unable to avert your eyes.

He clawed at your hip then, with a pained look on his face. His features were contorted with the utmost pleasure and his brows were furrowed. His expression was the same he sometimes wore on stage when he kept grinding his hips against his beloved guitar, during his toe-curling solos.

You knew then that you would never be able to look at him the same way as before, without picturing him letting you do this to him.

His legs wrapped around your hips as your rhythm quickened. His ankles intertwined behind your back to keep you in place as he started to slowly unravel underneath you, pushing back against you with every deep thrust of your hips.

"Fuck…please…" He whispered.

"Hold it" you snarled and he squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lips so hard you were afraid he was going to draw blood from them.

You kept your rhythm, as he tensed. A little tear escaped the corner of his eye and you bent down to gently kiss it away from his temple.

"Cum for me, Jakey, my love" you said and he came almost immediately, with a wailing scream of your name, his blunt nails clawing at your skin and his back arching abruptly from the bed.

His release made a mess between your bodies. It landed everywhere on him, you and the sheets.

You caught a few drops that landed on the mirrored wall behind the headboard in front of you and you watched mesmerized as they slowly started to trickle down.

You collapsed on top of him, you both panting heavily.

After a while, you slowly slipped the strap out of him. He held his breath and exhaled slowly at the empty feeling.

You tried to stand to drain and refill the jacuzzi but he stopped you before you could move.

"I can't fucking move right now, baby. We will clean up in the morning." He whispered against your neck, sounding utterly exhausted. You managed to turn off the red lights before you both fell asleep.

You woke up some time later, with your head on his chest, his warm breath on your neck and a pain in your hip bone.

You slowly turned on your back, grimacing at the feeling of your skin still sticking to his by a mix of your and his dried cum and unclasped the leather harness of the strap from your hips. Your skin was raw and tender there.

You stood up on wary legs and turned on the jacuzzi, then you retrieved clean towels from the bathroom and made your way back to the bed.

He was still sleeping, his breathing was slow and steady. He was beautiful with his messy hair all over the pillow and his hand on his tummy. You grabbed the sheets and covered both of you as you waited for the jacuzzi to fill up with warm bubby water.

You basked a bit more in the warmth of his body and then, when you heard a low knock on the door, you stood up slowly, careful not to wake him. You wrapped your body in a soft nightgown and opened the door to retrieve the cart the waiter had left there with the breakfast you ordered the night before.

You slowly maneuvered it inside and placed the many trays on the floor, all around the tub, hearing your stomach growl at the sight of all that delicious food.

He stirred then, stretching out his sore limbs and slowly opening his eyes.

"Hi, love" he said, his raspy voice awakening a different type of hunger in your body.

"Hi, Jakey" you purred as you slowly dropped the nightgown from your shoulders, leaving you naked in front of him.

You took his hand and you helped him up on his feet.

A grimace overtook his features at the soreness of his body and you slowly guided him into the warm water.

He hummed at the feeling of the water jets massaging his aching muscles.

Then he noticed all the trays you had carefully placed around and both your stomachs growled.

You started eating a piece of chocolate cake and he dropped a few almonds in his mouth.

A smirk slowly made its way onto his perfect pink lips as he chewed, but he didn't say a word.

"What?" You questioned and he let out a belly laugh.

"I'll piss you off more often, if you are going to punish me like that, doll, and then treat me like this, afterwards. Are you going soft on me, baby?" He whispered in that same sultry tone that he knew had you dripping for him.

You swatted at his chest as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at him and then, suddenly, you dragged your forefinger into the filling of your cake and then slowly spread the chocolate on his plump bottom lip.

"Don't get too used to it Jakey, I would still fuck you like a whore." You whispered and slowly dragged your tongue across his bottom lip, then kissed him, stealing his breath away.

You smirked as his cheeks flushed the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen on him.

Two could really play a game.

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aaknopf · 2 months

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Anne Michaels is a poet and novelist of passion and history—history that inevitably encompasses violence and loss, but also the possibility of beauty and connection in their midst. In her new novel Held, set during World War One and across the century to follow, the descriptions crystallize line by line with the immediacy and sharp physical awareness of her fine lyric poems. We supply the opening here—the novel’s first stanza.

River Escaut, Cambrai, France, 1917

We know life is finite. Why should we believe death lasts forever?

The shadow of a bird moved across the hill; he could not see the bird.

Certain thoughts comforted him: Desire permeates everything; nothing human can be cleansed of it. We can only think about the unknown in terms of the known. The speed of light cannot reference time. The past exists as a present moment. Perhaps the most important things we know cannot be proven. He did not believe that the mystery at the heart of things was amorphous or vague or a discrepancy, but a place in us for something absolutely precise. He did not believe in filling that space with religion or science, but in leaving it intact; like silence, or speechlessness, or duration. Perhaps death was Lagrangian, perhaps it could be defined by the principle of stationary action. Asymptotic. Mist smouldered like cremation fires in the rain.

It was possible that the blast had taken his hearing. There were no trees to identify the wind, no wind, he thought, at all. Was it raining? John could see the air glistening, but he couldn’t feel it on his face.

The mist erased all it touched.

Through the curtain of his breath he saw a flash, a shout of light.

It was very cold. Somewhere out there were his precious boots, his feet. He should get up and look for them. When had he eaten last? He was not hungry.

Memory seeping.

The snow fell, night and day, into the night again. Silent streets; impossible to drive. They decided they would walk to each other across the city and meet in the middle. The sky, even at ten o’clock at night, was porcelain, a pale solid from which the snow detached and fell. The cold was cleansing, a benediction. They would each leave at the same time and keep to their route, they would keep walking until they found each other.

In the distance, in the heavy snowfall, John saw fragments of her—elliptic, stroboscopic—Helena’s dark hat, her gloves. It was hard yet to tell how far away she was. He shook the snow from his hat so she might see him too. Yes, she lifted her arms above her head to wave. Only her hat and gloves and the powdery yellow blur of the streetlamps were visible against the whiteness of sky and earth. He could barely feel his feet or his fingers, but the rest of him was warm, almost hot, from walking. He pulsed with the sight of her, the vestige of her. She was everything that mattered to him. He felt inviolable trust. They were close now but could not make their way any faster. Somewhere between the library and the bank, they gripped each other as if they were the only two humans left in the world.

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just-french-me-up · 2 years

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If you haven’t already gotten “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” for a dream x reader prompt, that is a. criminal because b. the possibility of jealous dream? incredible

Rating : M / E Light Smut & Angst

Author’s note : We’re going by Nada rules AKA “The Endless can’t be fully intimate with a mortal otherwise tragedy will befall said mortal” because it makes the tension *chef’s kiss*

Also, for all intents and purposes, feel free to picture Sam Smith’s Unholy playing in the background during that one part (you’ll know the one, trust me)

Also also : Nameless 3rd person Reader, no (Y/N)

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There were many things Dream of the Endless did not care for in this twenty first century Waking world. Single use plastics. Turnstiles. Increasingly complex and flat communication devices. The energy humanity put into destroying its own world to benefit but a select few. And nightclubs.

The appeal of nightclubs befuddled him. Cramped spaces filled with loud booming music, blinding stroboscopic lights, bodies flushed against each other, the sweat and sultriness of it all. A place fit for Desire, not the Lord of the Dreaming.

Yet, there he was, his back to a dark wall, his presence barely noticed by those surrounding him, his gaze fixed on the dancefloor. Yes, nightclubs were a ridiculous and tasteless invention, but he could bear it. As long as got to see her dance.

She had begged him to join her before, many times, to no avail. He much prefered to be a spectator. And what a spectacle it was.

Under the lights, her dress shone like a thousand stars, shimmering, burning in the darkness. Her skin was painted with flashes of ever-changing colours, hues shifting over her in a bewitching dance of their own. She was nothing short of mesmerising.

Which, to his utmost displeasure, he was hardly the only one to notice.

Seduction seemed to have been reduced to its bare minimum in the last century. Gone were the days of courting; now men simply hovered around women in confined places, vaguely swaying left and right to catch their attention. Dream would have found it laughable, had a man not closed in on his lover.

She was quick to notice, taking a subtle, yet notable sidestep to thwart his advances, turning her back to him. Oblivious to her refusal, the man came closer still. Dream clenched his jaw, his eyes intently following the man's hands. His crude fingers ghosted over her spine, travelling down the small of her back. Dream tensed. The man lowered his hand, seeking flesh.

The loud music covered a sharp pained shriek.

“Man, what the f-”

“I think that is quite enough,” Dream said, his voice low and threatening as his grip on the man’s wrist tightened even more. He yanked him back, letting go of him once he stood at a reasonable enough distance. The man stared at him with a mix of confusion and anger, his other hand massaging his sore wrist. For a second, he seemed to steel himself for a fight, before retreating to another corner of the dancefloor.

“I could have dealt with him.”

“You certainly would have,” Dream agreed, his eyes glowering at the man until he was out of sight.

A warm hand settled on his chest, soothing the tension in his body somewhat.

“Finally decided to join me, then?” she gently teased, in an attempt to distract him further. Dream blinked slowly at her. Specks of glitter glistened on her cheekbones. Gods, she looked exquisite.

“I’m afraid I have yet to be convinced. Although, perhaps, it would keep these vultures away.”

His hand itched to settle on the small of her back, where the stranger’s hand had been. To keep her close, he told himself, although he knew it was nothing but a half-truth.

“I told you,” she soothed. “I can deal with one man and his delusions.”

Dream let out a humourless huff.

“There is far more than one man having unconscious wanton thoughts about you.”

His lover frowned, taken aback.

“Morpheus... Is this-. Are you-? Are you jealous?”

He did not answer. What was there to say? How could he word the torment it caused him, to know other men desired her? Men who could have her. Men who would not doom her to ruin if their let their desires get the best of them?

Her hand traveled down his chest to link her fingers with his. She gave his hand a soft squeeze. If physical touch in public was not his way, he welcomed it, for once. For the comfort of it. For the warmth.

“They’re nothing.”

She flashed an encouraging smile, tugging slightly at his arm.

“Let’s go, shall we?”

“You were enjoying yourself!” Dream protested.

“Perhaps, but I’ve decided I would also enjoy myself at home.”

“My love-”

The rest of his sentence was drowned in another boom, as she walked off the dancefloor, pulling him forward. He let her lead, thankful to be freed from the stifling atmosphere soon. As she walked on, he caught himself gazing at her, wondering what she would have done, had it been him touching her on that dancefloor. There was nothing unconscious about his wanton thoughts.

They made their way to an empty corridor leading to the exit, its walls painted red by the dim lights hanging overhead. The sequins of her dress shone like a beacon in the low light. Otherwordly. It was not anger raging in Dream’s chest anymore. It was something deeper. Wilder.

He tugged on her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Pulling her against him, he lead her to a wall, resting her back against it.

“It is not jealously I feel, love of mine,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. “Jealousy is a trifle thing, a childish thing.”

His hands slowly slid up her thighs, delighting in the heat of her skin. Their eyes met in the darkness.

“It is envy I suffer from. I envy the hands of every man who has ever touched you.”

His own hands ignored the hem of her dress, pulling the fabric up until he uncovered the top of her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin. He could feel her shivering at the touch, her chest rising against his. The heady scent of her perfume made his head spin.

“I envy every man who has ever given you pleasure.”

“Morpheus...”

His fingertips met the fabric of her underwear. His breathing hitched as he felt her legs shift slightly, inviting him closer. How easy it could be. How natural it would be to fall into this embrace and take her, love her, pleasure her right there. To listen to her moan his name and to answer with hers. How good, utterly perfect it would be, for an eternal second, until the Universe rained down its fury upon them.

Dream swallowed hard and lowered his gaze. Reluctantly, his hands slid back down her legs, smoothing down the fabric of her dress. He could feel the tension melt away from her body.

“Forgive me,” he whispered witsfully, pressing his forehead against hers.

She raised a hand to his cheek, holding him close.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she breathed out

“I have been reckless.”

She lowered her fingers under his chin, coaxing him into looking at her.

“Take me home, yeah?”

“Of course.”

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avonne-writes · 1 year

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would you ever been willing to write more modern aus, they are so good! just can’t stop picturing drunken aemond at a club grinding all over luke when they aren’t even dating

Thank you so much! 💕 Please take this short drabble as my humble offering.

Standing by a pillar at the edge of the dance floor, Luke is waiting for Jace to get their drinks. They’re in their favourite club, the one Luke has been trying to lure Aemond to for months now, hoping that maybe, if the stars are aligned, they could finally get all the unresolved tension out of their systems. No luck so far, but Aegon promised he'd drag Aemond out tonight, so if Luke played his cards right and got Aemond jealous enough...

There's always hope, right?

He's dressed in a crop top and black jeans that hug his ass just right, hopefully a clear enough signal that he wants to get laid tonight but he's not desperate. He's fiddling with the dangle earring in his right ear when a large hand finds his right hip. Indignance and self-satisfaction battle in him as he contemplates his reaction. Unbelievable. This might be a new record for him - ten minutes in the club and he has already caught some pushy top's interest. He's not even tipsy yet, for Christ's sake!

He moves to turn around, but the guy's left hand finds his other hip and starts rocking him with the beat of the music instead. A warm exhale brushes Luke’s neck. "Hello, Lucy."

Luke jumps in surprise, but the hands hold him in place. "Aemond?!" He exclaims, craning his neck over his shoulder, and it is, indeed, his uncle, his sapphire-blue prosthesis glittering in the stroboscopic light. White-blond hair spills over Luke's shoulder as Aemond leans down to nuzzle him from behind.

"Hm." Aemond hums into Luke's skin, his lips brushing Luke’s pulse point as he continues swaying with Luke from side to side. Their rhythm doesn't even match the song blaring from the speakers. "Did you dress up so slutty for me, nephew?"

Aemond's mouth seals over a spot on Luke's neck with hot, wet suction. It makes Luke shudder. Fuck, but Aegon did make good on his promise, it seems.

"You taste slutty too." Aemond adds in a purr.

"What the fuck." Luke mutters, even as his palms settle over Aemond’s toned forearms. He's not slutty - in fact, he's in fairly plain clothes tonight compared to some of the other men on the dance floor. "Are you drunk?"

It's a rhetorical question, but it still annoys Luke that Aemond ignores it altogether in favour of grinding against Luke's plump ass. His pinkies slip under the waistband of Luke’s jeans while his hands slide up and forward to cover Luke’s bared stomach. Luke can feel him harden gradually, inch by inch, as he rubs himself against Luke in slow circles that vaguely resemble a dance.

Well. Luke can't exactly pretend he isn't pleased. It feels like a nice size.

He licks his lips. "Jace -"

Aemond's laugh sounds like a stroke of desire brushing Luke’s overheated skin. He slips a hand up under Luke’s shirt to pinch a nipple. "He's welcome to watch if he wants."

Jesus. A week ago, it was enough to feel up Aemond's thigh to make him storm away from the dinner table, and now he's ready to fuck Luke in plain sight? Fighting against Aemond's grip, Luke turns around to look at Aemond's face. He finds Aemond's cheeks flushed, his eye glassy from the alcohol as he guides Luke into a new dance that might as well pass for foreplay.

"Fuck." Luke turns his gaze to the ceiling for a second before looping his arms around Aemond's neck to draw him down. Aemond drops his head to Luke's shoulder and starts sucking marks into his neck. "You shouldn't be this drunk!"

He's going to kill Aegon before Aemond wakes up with a hangover tomorrow and kills him again.

"I'm not drunk." Aemond denies the obvious. "Let me fuck you."

Heat pools in Luke's belly, honey-thick and sweet. He stalls. "I wanted to dance."

Aemond straightens up to grab one of Luke’s hands, wedging his fingers between Luke's and pulling Luke's wrist to his mouth, pressing sloppy kisses to it as they keep rolling their hips together. Luke's cock throbs in his pants. "We're dancing, aren't we?"

He drops Luke's hand to press him against the pillar, leaning down until their noses brush. "Let's continue at my place. Wanna see you lose it, Luke."

Fuck it.

Luke is no saint, and Aemond is no damsel - this is happening.

In a teasing, meandering line, Luke's hand slides down Aemond's thin chest and stomach, then squeezes his cock. When Aemond groans, Luke gives him a smirk. He massages Aemond's length through the fabric. "Only if you're sober enough to remember how I like to kiss."

The hungry light in Aemond's eye shifts into something warmer. They've kissed only once before, long years ago, two confused teenagers unable to separate attraction and hate - but it still lingers in Luke's mind as a moment of perfection.

Aemond grabs his chin, careful but firm, and thumbs at Luke's bottom lip.

"I remember." He says, and seals it with a kiss straight from Luke's dreams.

Neither of them notice the outraged yelp coming from the bar.

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 11 days

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🎵 Protorave

"Disco Elysium."

NOID - "Like that Dolorian word for the world, you mean? Elysium..."

ACELE - "But *Disco* Elysium..." She looks unsure. "Isn't it wacky? Disco's kind of gone, isn't it? Forgotten."

EGG HEAD - "THE PAST IS THE FUTURE, BUT THE FUTURE IS DEAD!"

ANDRE - "No, it's beautiful. Beautiful and brave! Like we want it to be."

NOID - "*And* short. *And* memorable!"

ACELE - "It's settled, then. Everyone, welcome to Disco Elysium!" A light beam washes over the dance floor, bathing it in violet blue.

Task complete: Help ravers start a nightclub

+70 XP

Level up!

ANDRE - Andre breaks into frenzied dance-like motion to celebrate the name. Someone turns up the beat.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - You should go with the flow. Join in on the experience.

Start tapping your foot.

(Observe his movement.) "What are you doing, Andre?"

SUGGESTION - It feels good, it feels right... but what is this? What is this *thing* that Andre is doing with his limbs?!

(Observe his movement.) "What are you doing, Andre?"

(I don't care.) "Cool, let's move on to the questions then."

ANDRE - "I'm dancing!" He performs yet another strange pattern of moves, but it doesn't look very cool or modern. Honestly, it looks kind of lame...

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - That soft-core gyrating is supposed to be *dancing*?

"We should talk about it. We should talk about your so-called 'dancing'."

ANDRE - "Yes, my man!" He jumps up and down with glee, his moves punctuated by the stroboscopic flash of the club lights.

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - Talk? What is there to talk about if you can express yourself with *moves*?

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Trivial: Success] - Audio waves thump against your rib cage. The speaker set-up makes everything sound much better... but the *BEAT* is still so weak.

"I've been meaning to ask you, what's with the hair?"

"You mentioned some kind Ecclesiastes own the church. Who are these Ecclesiastes?"

[Savoir Faire - Impossible 18] No words. Just dance.

"That's it for now." [Leave.]

ANDRE - "It's to express my individuality."

PERCEPTION [Medium: Success] - Is that a bald spot? It's hard to tell for sure with the fused-together spikes, but it looks like he's balding.

"Or is it because you're balding?"

"Is it important for you? To be an individual?"

"Fair enough."

"That's idiotic."

ANDRE - "...or because I'm balding, yes. I want to fuse the remains of my hair together, before it leaves me."

"I wanna show my hair: I don't give a fuck how old you think I am. I'm twenty!"

"How old *are* you, Andre?"

ANDRE - "Not twenty."

2. "Is it important for you? To be an individual?"

ANDRE - "Of course it is, otherwise I'd just be another poor guy with no education and no money. General-issue, man. Now I'm all that -- *and* I have radical spikes."

3. "Fair enough."

ANDRE - He looks at the molten toothbrush. "Maybe it was a bad idea... anyway."

Let's see talk to the others and see if we can get some more bonuses to this check before we attempt it..

4. "That's it for now." [Leave.]

ANDRE - "Goodbye, officer."

EGG HEAD - "Dolorian church, the place to be! Make some noise, my church people!" Large speakers are set up behind the young man, blasting a familiar song.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - Vibrations thump through your blue soul. The music sounds much better in the church.

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - A hawthorn tree on Rue de Saint-Ghislaine. Tangled in its branches, something bronze flutters in the wind...

Already taken care of.

EGG HEAD - He stands on stage behind a table, nodding along to the music and waving his hand in the air. In front of him -- the audio mixer, one reel spinning.

The other reel deck is empty. Cables run hither and thither. On one side, you see an auxiliary line-in with the number 4.5 written next to it.

"How do you like it in the church?"

EGG HEAD - "Yeeaaaagh! Back on the case, no disgrace!" He pumps his fist in the air. "Bring it down to party place!"

"THE FIRST PAGE OF THE SECOND CHAPTER!" His voice echoes all around the grand hall.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Could it be? Maybe for him -- you only have a chapter or two left in you. Last of the penultimate, more like...

Nothing else is new with Egg Head.

ACELE - She's whistling a melody, her trusty contact mic attached to a wooden pulpit. At the sound of your footsteps, she stops what she was doing and turns to you.

"Hey, there." She gives you a shy smile. "I've been recording some new audio from all these beams and rafters. The sounds travelling through the wood are pretty cool -- creaks and stuff. Like you're underwater, you know... But, like, underwater inside a tree."

"And yes, I'm being more like Contact Mike, alright. Don't even bring it up."

"I wasn't going to --"

"But Contact Mike is --"

"Okay, fine."

ACELE - "No-no." She cuts you off before you can finish the sentence. "I actually wanted to thank you. For getting me and my friends in here. And we even found some new... associates, such as they are."

"How's everyone doing?"

"Alright, I got some questions for you."

ACELE - "Good, I think. Noid is getting a read on the place, I think he finds the carpentry very impressive. Andre's been setting up the compressor and... dancing. Egg Head's keeping the party up, he's got the stage under control."

"Soona, the programmer, she's doing... whatever she does, behind that radiocomputer of hers. She doesn't talk to us much. And the crab-man hasn't shown himself, thank god."

"*Now* can you tell me about your associates?"

ACELE - "Sure. You helped us out, I can repay the favour. What do you want to know?"

Task complete: Get Acele to talk about her associates

+10 XP

"Tell me about Soona."

"What about Tiago?"

"Tell me about Andre."

"Tell me about Noid."

"What's the deal with Egg Head?"

"Thank you. Some other questions."

ACELE - "Uh... she's a bit odd, I have to say. Doesn't talk much. I'm not really sure how to vibe with her, y'know? Seems like she's not in a very good mood most of the time."

"But earlier today she told me about... welkins?" Acele grimaces, as if it's the first time hearing the word. "And she seemed oddly happy. Like she had had some idea with those... little creatures. Some artistic idea. I didn't really listen, I was busy with my mic."

2. "What about Tiago?"

ACELE - "Oh, the crab-man." She shudders. "Still gives me the creeps, the way he moves... But he doesn't actually come down that much, just climbs around the rafters."

"I just try to stay away from the crab-man, but he talks to Noid. They seem to have some 'thing' going on."

"Oh, he talks to Noid? What for?"

"What does he do up there?"

"Thanks. About the others…"

ACELE - "Beats me... Noid said they get along, somehow. They're both crazy enough, I guess."

2. "What does he do up there?"

ACELE - "Who knows?" She shrugs. "He doesn't really answer our questions, see. Not that it's easy to ask them. What are we supposed to do, yell up at the tower?"

3. "Thanks. About the others..."

ACELE - "Who do you want to know about?"

3. "Tell me about Andre."

ACELE - "Andre? He's a cool guy. Doesn't really come off as one, but he is. To me at least..."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - She rubs her sides, but not from cold. Her shoulders are relaxed. She must have taken a hit or she's on an upswing.

ACELE - "He takes care of shit. Sorry, I mean he's got a *vision*. Of what life should be, you know? He tries to push things until everything falls into place. He's an organizer."

"What has he organized?"

"Tell me about the others."

ACELE - "Nothing. But then again... there's nothing to organize around here either. He really wants this church thing to work..."

"Must have taken it as a sign when he found it abandoned like that. Said it was an *augury*. I don't know where he got that from." She smiles. "Andre's not super intelligent..."

"I've never seen him so psyched about anything though -- and he's often psyched. Looked sort of desperate, like it's his last chance or something. Or maybe he was just high..."

"I mean, not that he does drugs. Just *high* you know."

"On life?"

"On his mother's love?"

"Relax girl. We're police officers, but we're corrupt, rotten to the marrow. You can tell us about drugs and shit, I don't give fuck."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yeah. Drugs. Shit. Fuck. We don't care." He smirks.

ACELE - "Uh, yes. Anyway."

"Could it be that he's balding? Him thinking it's his last chance?"

"Is Andre your boyfriend?"

ACELE - "Come to think of it, yes!" She laughs.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - This is the first time you've heard her laugh.

ACELE - "He's in some kind of a self-destruction mode with that hair of his. Bleaching it like that. Probably wants to get rid of it altogether."

"Is Andre your boyfriend?"

"Tell me about the others."

ACELE - "Yes." She nods.

2. "Tell me about the others."

ACELE - "Who do you want to know about?"

4. "Tell me about Noid."

ACELE - "He's a Faubourger I guess, like the rest of us. Okay, maybe not Egg, I don't know about him, but Noid and the rest are from Faubourg, making the pilgrimage up north to visit The Paliseum."

"He's real hard core about the lifestyle."

"What does he do?"

"What is this pilgrimage you're talking about?"

"Actually, tell me about the others."

ACELE - "What do you mean, 'do'? Like for a living?"

"Yes."

"No, I meant for breakfast. Of course for a living."

ACELE - "He's a carpenter. Trained and all. He's very good, he just doesn't have the mindset to work like that -- in a shop somewhere."

"What kind of mindset is that?"

ACELE - "He abides by the hard core, sir. You would have to ask him yourself."

"And you?"

"Tell me more about him."

ACELE - "Sir," she gives you a switchblade smile. "I abide by *the law*."

INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - A strange feeling... like before, when you caught her lying better than she should have. Every now and then something feels off about the way she speaks. She doesn't exactly change tone, but you feel as though there's more about her than she lets on.

2. "What is this pilgrimage you're talking about?"

ACELE - "It's just something poor Faubourg kids do every spring, to pass the time. We walk the entire length of Boogie Street, up to Jamrock. Or as much as possible."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

ACELE - "I don't know man, have you *been* down Boogie Street? It's a little bewildering."

"Let's say I *haven't* been down Boogie Street."

"Oh, I'm sorry... have I not told you I'm a raging alcoholic who recently drank himself into an oblivion so deep he can't even remember what sounds like the biggest street in the city?"

ACELE - "Uhm... kind of? I'm gonna say: yes."

"Well, I am."

"Because I'm not. Now tell me something else about Noid."

ACELE - "Okay, then you should go and take a look, I guess. Boogie Street is cool. It's got a lot of immigrants and all kinds of different people."

"I might just do that if I make it there alive."

"It's unlikely I'll make it there. Chest pains. Need to continue drinking. But thank you."

ACELE - "Yeah," she says, then adds: "I hope you do."

3. "Actually, tell me about the others."

ACELE - "Who do you want to know about?"

5. "What's the deal with Egg Head?"

ACELE - "What do you mean?"

"What does he think he's doing when he yells all that stuff?"

"Where's he from? How long has he been with you guys?"

"Tell me about the others."

ACELE - "Oh, that... he's the party boy."

"What's a party boy?"

ACELE - "Anodic music doesn't really do vocals in the traditional sense. Vocals are thought of as *rock*. That's to say they're a bit *backward*. No offence if you like rock music, though. Rock music is cool by me."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Ptew ptew! Sweeesh! Your credentials as the resident Futureman of Revachol are being questioned. Show her you're hip with the times, gramps!

"God damn right, rock music is the coolest. Rock music forever!"

"No offence taken, go on."

"You don't have to tell *me* rock is backward. I am The Futureman. I abandoned rock in the Thirties. Stupid rock." (Spit.)

ACELE - "Uh, okay..." She nods.

"Anyway, even if you don't have vocals you still need someone to say something every now and then, right? To urge things on. That's where the party boy comes in…"

"He basically just stands on the stage and dances and yells how awesome everything is. It's very catchy."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I understand. People are usually afraid to do things if others aren't already doing them. Dancing makes you dance like sneezing makes you sneeze. Or yawning makes you..."

"Anyway..." He looks around, a little embarrassed of the enthusiasm of his interjection.

2. "Where's he from? How long has he been with you guys?"

ACELE - "Actually, we don't know where he's from. Or who he is, really."

"One time we were out partying, somewhere in backwater Faubourg. Or maybe even Coal City, I can't remember. Maybe it was Coal City..."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - The worst of the *banlieues*. A wretched heap of closed-down mines even west of Jamrock, on the dusty slope of Mont Martin. The remotest possible area of Revachol, no one even wants to exploit those people anymore.

ACELE - "Egg was yelling along to some jams someone was spinning, all night long. Just kept yelling until he didn't have a shred of voice left. When the sun came up over the mines... there were mines? Yeah, it was in Coal City!" She nods.

"Egg came with us. He made this wheezing puppy dog sound all the way back. Couldn't even speak."

"It was definitely Coal City, because it took us two days to walk back to the Fau. He just wheezed the whole way, we never really asked him why he came with us. Or who he was. I think his name is Germaine..."

"People are sweet," she says quietly.

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - You can see it must have been a great night. The memory causes her to go silent for a moment or two.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - You wish you'd been there.

3. "Tell me about the others."

ACELE - "Who do you want to know about?"

6. "Actually, do tell me about *yourself*."

ACELE - "Me? Again?"

"Yes, I forgot. Tell me about yourself."

"Actually, no."

ACELE - "I told you, I'm a silver bird."

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - There's that phrase again. It really reminds you of... *something*.

"What does that mean?"

"Okay, lets leave it at that then."

ACELE - "It means I don't answer questions about myself."

"But I'm a police officer. You *have* to answer me."

"There's more to you than you let on. What am I not seeing?"

"Fair enough."

ACELE - "Is there a law that would stop me from lying, though?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "That would depend on the circumstances." The lieutenant taps his foot.

2. "There's more to you than you let on. What am I not seeing?"

ACELE - "Alright." She picks up the tape recorder and looks you in the eye...

"There is."

3. "Fair enough."

ACELE - "Thank you."

7. "Thank you. Some other questions."

ACELE - "Sure."

3. [Reaction Speed - Legendary 14] Catch the silver bird.

+2 Dresscode: Avian investigator.

REACTION SPEED [Legendary: Success] - "O pasăre de argint" -- it flutters by your ear.

It's what the "Zemlyaki" -- the Graadian community in Revachol -- call a person who never breaks under interrogation. It's an organized crime term.

"O pasăre de argint."

"I remember now... it's a Zemlyaki term. For someone who won't break under questioning. An organized crime term."

ACELE - "Excuse me?" She casually brushes her hand through her hair.

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - She's attempting to remain calm, but the phrase made her flinch.

"I remember now... it's a Zemlyaki term. For someone who won't break under questioning. An organized crime term."

ACELE - "What do you mean?"

"The silver bird."

"That's why you've handled my questioning so calmly."

ACELE - "All right," she concedes. "My father was a Zemylaki. He died years ago. He was a bad man. Not a lot of good things to say about him and what he did."

"He bought the family a huge house, so we got to live... at least temporarily... in a giant *castle* in Jamrock. And then he died."

"What happened next?"

"Oh, hmm, I can imagine what followed after."

"Never mind, I don't really want to hear any of this."

ACELE - "What do you think? The competition came and took everything away. It was like in a war zone..." She's gritting her teeth.

"So after his death we had nothing left. And we were in danger. My mother had to change her name, mine too. We left it all behind."

"Are you sure about that? What about this drug lab plan?"

ACELE - "It was a stupid idea and I'm still disappointed *I* came up with it."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Aren't there any local authorities who might look down on such activities?"

ACELE - "I took that into account, of course. Coordinated the operation with the Débardeurs, else they might get... unhappy."

"So, what you're saying is... Evrart authorized this?"

ACELE - "Not in person, but I let them know. You can't do anything without the fat ones getting wind. It wasn't too difficult to convince them, really..."

+5 XP

"It's a good thing you ended that mess, though. I felt I was turning dad-wise, into a corrupt business-person. Unpleasant."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Hear that? Set justice on its feet. CONFRONT EVRART.

REACTION SPEED - C'mon. This is all fine, but you don't have anything on Evrart now. That's not how these things work.

"We should confront Evrart about this! Maybe we can manipulate him using the information." (Add it to the list.)

"This is all good to know... but let's leave it at that." (Leave it off the list.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, I don't think it would lead anywhere with Evrart. He's just going to deny it."

ACELE - "Yeaaahhhh..." She really draws out the word. "Have you seen Evrart?"

New task: Ask Evrart about Acele and the drug lab

3. "Actually, that's it for now." [Leave.]

THOUGHT COMPLETE: THE PRECARIOUS WORLD

BONUSES: Critical success and failure thresholds lowered by 1

SOLUTION:

How *not* to lose? It is impossible not to. The world is balanced on the edge of a knife. It’s a game of frayed nerves. You’re pushed on by numbers and punitive measures: pain, rejection, and unpaid bills. You can either play or you can crawl under a boat and waste away -- turn into salt or a flock of seagulls. Your enemies would *love* that. Or you can fight. The only way to load the dice is to keep on fighting.

This can allow us to succeed at rolls that are otherwise impossible... but it's not super useful if you already have a solid build, imo.

NOID - "You got us in, cop. I can't believe you got us in..." He looks around the hall, examining the carpentry.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - With wonder in his sharp eyes.

NOID - "Between you and me -- I don't know if you've noticed this about me... I'm a little *suspicious* of authority. But you -- you really came through for the hard core underground."

Task complete: Sync the sines with Noid

+10 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. You really came through. For the hard core underground." He spreads his arms, looking around at the speedfreaks setting up shop. "How come?"

ANDRE - Andre is busy cutting some slightly less lame, but still quite ungainly shapes on the church floor, sweating profusely.

ACELE - Acele using her contact mic to listen to a tree, underwater.

EGG HEAD - The one with the large head is blasting the dance track on repeat, while the stained glass window behind him is rattling from the bass.

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Sire, the tent -- 'twas a *securitie risk*! And in here? Sanctuary! 'Twas only noble of you.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #noid #andre #egg head #acele #soona luukanen kilde #tiago

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