#male reader insert

So, naturally, he cornered you.

It was after a mission, both of you in the locker room. You were busy pretending to sort through your gear, avoiding eye contact like it was life or death. Dick, still in half his suit, walked right up and planted himself in your space. “Did I do something?”

You swallowed, keeping your gaze firmly on the wall. “Nope.”

“That’s a lie,” he said, stepping closer. The scent of sweat and clean soap clung to him, his bare chest still glistening from exertion. “You’ve been dodging me for weeks.”

Your jaw flexed. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Bullshit.” He tilted his head, eyes sharp. “You’re avoiding me, and I want to know why. If I screwed up, tell me. Don’t just give me a cold shoulder and pretend I don't notice.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “It’s not that you screwed up, Grayson. It’s that my powers make it really hard to be around you without—” You cut yourself off, realizing you were about to confess that you’d seen everything.

Without missing a beat, he smirked. “Without what?”

Your pulse spiked. “Without getting distracted.”

Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise, then slow, predatory amusement. He stepped until his chest brushed yours, the heat of his body making your brain short-circuit. “Distracted by what exactly?”

You clenched your fists, eyes darting anywhere but him. “You know what.”

“Oh,” he said, grin widening. “I think I do.” His hand slid to your hip, pulling you closer. “You’ve got x-ray vision, right? So you’ve seen it.”

Your breath hitched. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” His voice was a low purr now. “You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder because you can’t stop thinking about me naked?”

That was all it took to break weeks of pent up frustration. The moment your lips crashed against his, Dick’s breath hitched in surprise, then melted into a deep, hungry groan. You didn’t give him room to breathe, one hand tangled in the short dark hair at the back of his head, the other gripping his bare hip and yanking him closer until he was straddling your lap completely.

You could feel him through the thin material of his suit bottoms, hard and pressing insistently against you. Every flex of his thighs sent your self-control spiraling.

“Fuck—” he gasped between kisses, pulling back just enough to smirk. “So this is what you’ve been avoiding?”

You didn’t answer. You just hooked your fingers into the waistband of his suit and yanked it down, revealing exactly what you’d been torturing yourself over for weeks. He was thick, flushed, and already dripping.

Your smirk made him flush harder.

“Goddamn, Grayson,” you muttered, wrapping your hand around him and stroking slow just to watch him squirm. “You really have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”

He bit his lip, hips bucking into your grip. “Then stop talking and—”

You shoved him back against the lockers mid-sentence, standing to tower over him. He didn’t even have time to protest before you were kissing him again, hard enough to make his head thunk against the metal. Your other hand slid down to cup the perfect curve of his ass—yes, the one you’d been obsessing over—and grabbed a fistful of it as if staking a claim.

Dick groaned, his hands flying up to your shoulders, nails dragging down your back. You manhandled him onto the bench, pushing him to sit while you knelt between his spread knees.

The first slow drag of your tongue from base to tip had him throwing his head back, a strangled noise ripping from his throat. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked deep, bobbing your head until you could feel him throbbing against your tongue.

“Shit—fuck—” His fingers threaded into your hair, pulling tight, but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his sides. You set the pace, taking him in until your nose brushed his skin, pulling back just to watch his face twist with desperation.

When you finally pulled off, he was flushed, panting, and staring at you like he wanted to devour you. “Get up.” you ordered, voice rough.

He obeyed instantly. You shoved him forward, bending him over the bench. His bare ass was right there in front of you, perfect and infuriatingly tempting. You palmed it roughly, kneading, spreading him open until he shivered.

“Always knew it was perfect.” you muttered, and then you were spitting into your hand, slicking yourself up before pressing the tip against him. He looked over his shoulder, eyes blown wide, mouth parted in a needy gasp.

“Do it.”

You pushed in slow, savoring the way his body stretched to take you, every inch sinking deeper until your hips were flush against him. He moaned, clutching the bench so hard his knuckles went white.

Once you were buried to the hilt, you didn’t hold back. Your hips snapped forward, hard and fast, each thrust making the bench creak under the force. Dick’s voice was a mess of gasps, moans, and broken curses, echoing off the tiled walls.

You leaned over him, one hand gripping his jaw and forcing his head back so you could kiss him while you fucked into him. “This what you wanted, Grayson? Weeks of teasing me for this?”

“Yes—fuck—harder.” he panted, pushing back against you.

You gave him exactly what he asked for, driving into him until your thighs burned. Every thrust hit deep, making him cry out. Your hand slid down to wrap around his cock, stroking in time with your hips until he was shaking under you.

“Gonna—fuck—I’m—”

“Do it.” you growled against his ear, pounding him through it. He came hard in your fist, spilling over your knuckles, body trembling. You didn’t stop, fucking him through his orgasm until you followed, spilling deep inside him with a groan.

You stayed there for a moment, both of you catching your breath, sweat-slick and shaking. Finally, you pulled out, watching your cum drip down his thighs before you smacked his ass, making him jolt.

“Next time,” you said, smirking as you grabbed his chin and kissed him again, “stop making me work so hard for it.”

It was early in the morning, if you could call it that. The sun’s everlasting light struggled to pierce the permanent, gloomy, thick smog of Gotham. Instead of the bright blue skies filled with puffy white clouds, like the citizens of Metropolis get to enjoy, you get mute, gray skies and light that casts long, winding shadows on the concrete canyons of Gotham. You got the pleasure of enjoying a dull yellow or orange hue in the morning hours. It wasn’t idle, along with the high crime rate, corruption, and pollution—at least the rent was cheap.

But at least it was morning. The once-sparsely populated streets, walkways, and subways were beginning to fill with frantic crowds. Thousands of workers emerged from their homes and poured out onto the streets. You could hear the city's ambiance below: cars honking and revving—plus the typical sound of police cruisers' sirens wailing in the distance. You assumed they were responding to one of many murders that had happened during the night, or someone had discovered one of Jason’s unique ways of dealing with criminals.

Maybe that explains why the vigilante came to you worn out and tired beyond belief. He nearly gave you a heart attack when you entered your apartment. He was just standing in the darkness, leaning against the kitchen counter with his iconic red metallic helmet in his hands. The lighting didn’t help, as it cast his large, imposing silhouette like a child standing over their sleeping mother. You thought your time was up and validly let out a screech, only to hear a laugh slice through it.

Realizing who it was, you sighed in relief; your fight-or-flight instincts diminished as Jason pulled you into one of his hugs. You should’ve expected who it was by now. Your apartment was practically Jason’s home, an upgrade from the various safehouses scattered across Gotham—though he was careful not to draw attention to you unless he wanted one of his enemies to target you.

But you didn’t have any worries, believing fully in Jason’s abilities—especially his stealth, which made you wonder about the safety of your home if the vigilante could easily break in undetected. Nobody was gonna touch a single hair on your body without feeling his wrath, and because only he can touch your body.

Your tense, aching bodies relaxed and melted into each other. You could feel the vigilante’s warm, heavily muscled body molding against yours, defined and sculpted by years of grueling training and resurrection that brought him back. He pressed kisses on your forehead before moving down to your lips, pulling you into a heated dance as your lips moved with rhythm and intent. You could feel Jason’s calloused hands running underneath your shirt, pulling and squeezing your skin as he grinds his crotch—rubbing his tight, clothed bulge on yours.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Jason said, pulling back with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. You frown, whining under your breath as you wanted to go further, but that quickly vanished when Jason stripped himself of his clothing, leaving nothing but his underwear on. You unconsciously licked your lips, not shying away from ogling the manly tank in front of you. He gestured for you to follow his lead—you did so without hesitation.

That was last night, your naked bodies snuggled underneath the thick, cozy blankets. You switched between being the big and small spoon. Jason’s large arms wrapped around you, encircling you as he pulled you closer whenever he felt you were too far. You felt his soft breathing blowing on your nape, and his forehead pressed against your shoulders. That didn’t last forever.

The blare of your alarm woke you up. The annoying, piercing sound assaults your ears as it tells its time to get up. You groaned and begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed, which was a hefty task with your body tangled with Jason in an amalgamation of limbs. The vigilante held onto you like a koala with a death grip. After some twisting and turning, you were freed from the man’s grasp.

Jason groaned in his sleep, turning over onto his backside, the sheets sliding off to reveal his chiseled, muscular body—one arm over his head and the other resting on his stomach. Even in his sleep, he was effortlessly stunning. He looked like one of those men’s magazine models you’d find at the store and bring home to masturbate to when the internet was still newly available to the public. And he was all yours.

You groaned as you arched your back, stretching the muscles as you propped your hands behind your head, rolling your shoulders backwards. You could hear stiff bones popping and cracking from the pressure. Once the stiffness and tension in your body were alleviated, you planned to make a hearty breakfast for you and Jason to enjoy before his usual routine during the daylight hours—a breakfast burger sounded perfect.

But something caught your attention. You didn’t notice beforehand, but it couldn’t be ignored once you made eye contact. The thick blankets covering Jason’s body slipped below his waistline, revealing his basic underwear and his massive dick resting on his thick, meaty thighs. Your jaw dropped. The massive thing must have slipped through the fly while he slept—it was lying flaccid on his right thigh. How did you not feel that pressing against your ass? You would’ve noticed immediately.

But it was there: Jason’s massive dick in all its glory. As if it couldn’t get any better, the massive thing was gradually lengthening. You watched as the flaccid cock rose to prominence, throbbing and jumping against the vigilante’s clean-cut abdomen. That’s when you heard choked grunts and moans, Jason thrusting his hips into the air—he was having a wet dream. The hand resting on his stomach moved to grip the sheets, his brows twitching as he gritted his teeth.

A burning sensation rushed across your face as you idly stood on the side of the bed, watching Jason have a vivid dream—most likely about you. The more you watched, the more you wanted that massive thing filling your mouth—feeling the heavyweight on your tongue and the thickness filling every inch as you try to take as much as you can. Your dick was tenting in your underwear at the mere thought of giving the vigilante head while he slept, and he continued having his wet dream.

Surely he wouldn’t mind? You remembered a while back, he brought up the idea of sucking him while he slept—it was random, something you weren’t expecting from him. It was after a particularly stressful patrol that left Jason irritated and on the verge of killing someone or breaking the nearest object within reach. He was still irritated, but it somewhat dissipated by the time he broke into your apartment. He came behind you and started peppering kisses on your nape while he kneaded your body with his rough hands, grabbing your hips and grinding them against his crotch.

After the deed was done, Jason lay back with you nuzzled into his body—panting and sweating. That was when he randomly brought up a proposal and gave you his full consent to use his dick while he slept. You never thought of or had the chance, but you couldn’t pass up this opportunity—given to you on a silver platter. He wouldn’t mind you messing with his morning wood.

You climbed onto the bed and crawled to Jason’s side—getting between his legs. You took a deep breath and wrapped your hands around it—it felt warm and heavy in your palm, and you barely managed to fit the thick shaft in your grip. You could feel the veins and ridges pressing against your tight grasp. Jason’s dick still manages to be impressive in length and girth despite sucking and holding it multiple times. There was something about it that made you immediately fall to your knees and beg the vigilante to give it to you.

“Ngh…” Jason’s breath hitched as he let out a soft moan, his body shuddering from your cold hand touching his dick. You smiled, slowly started to pump it up and down—you could feel it expanding in your hand, if that was even possible. As you stroked the massive thing, your warm breathing brushed against it, causing Jason to grunt and shudder.

The vigilante unconsciously started rolling his hips, aggressively thrusting into your hands—he was dreaming about fucking you on a rooftop during patrol, not caring who witnessed the love between two men. To Jason, this dream felt oddly realistic, given how warm and tight the sensation was, but he wasn’t protesting—not at all.

You gave a couple of long, shallow strokes before delivering a deep—Jason responding well to the technique. You wanted more, though. You were particularly salivating, mouth wide open, as you intended to take it. You started kissing the massive pole all the way to the spongy cockhead, licking and swirling your tongue around it before devouring the head, locking your lips around the thickness. You hear Jason sigh with relief, and peering up, you see his pectorals moving.

Smiling with a dick in your mouth, you went to town and started slurping—focusing on the cockhead by flicking the tip of your tongue into the slit, tasting the first beads of precum. You weren’t paying attention anymore as you were completely hypnotized—noises muffled except for Jason’s grunts and you slobbering on the man’s dick. Lust had a tight, restrictive control over your being. You moved to take more, swallowing as much as you can, inch by inch.

“Mmmm…” you whined, struggling to take the remaining inches, so you opted to use your hands. You bobbed your head and stroked the rest, slowly taking more as you relaxed your throat and ignored the gag reflex. You huffed and puffed through your nostrils until a hand rested on your head. You froze and pulled back, Jason’s dick plopping out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“I… uh,” you didn’t know what to say as another rush of heat flooded your cheeks.

“I didn’t say stop, did I?” Jason spoke, his voice deep and raspy after just waking up. There was a lustful glint in his eyes, something that you were all too familiar with. You felt the grip on your head tighten. The vigilante fixed his position, sitting upright before spearing your mouth back onto his massive dick.

Your eyes widen as the massive shaft abruptly fills your mouth. Jason’s fingers dug into your hair as he was determined to push all of his cock down your throat. Tears pierced your eyes, your lungs were burning from the sudden lack of oxygen, and your jaw ached. It didn’t stop until your nose was buried in Jason’s underwear waistband and your chin was resting on his clothed sack.

“Breath through your nose.” Jason grunts, holding your head in place. You followed the advice, relaxing your throat to accommodate the vigilante’s dick and breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t suffocate. “Yeah… just like that.” Another bellowing grunt and groan left his mouth, his head tilting back onto the headboard as you clenched your throat around him—the cherry on top was you stimulating his sensitive cockhead.

Jason controlled the pace, one hand gripping your head as he moved you up and down on his cock. He bounced you like a basketball, using your warm, velvety, tight throat as a personal fleshlight. There was a combination of Jason’s feral grunts and the sound of you slobbering on him—you imagined his dick being generously coated with saliva.

You had your back arched, your ass perfectly on display. Your hole was twitching, clenching, and begging—it was hungry and needed to be satiated, but you had a feeling you were going to get the proper treatment soon.

“That’s enough,” Jason said, pulling you off his cock. You whined, but that was squashed when Jason got out of bed and slung you onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes—effortlessly.

“Where are we going?” you asked, looking back to see where Jason was taking you.

“To the bathroom. Need a shower.” Jason replied, as you could see, the familiar interior design was coming into view. You were then hoisted back onto the floor, Jason holding you with an iron grip. “C’mere.”

Jason tilted your head and locked his lips with yours, pulling you into a rhythmic dance of dominance. Your tongues are tied together as he humps and grinds his massive, saliva-coated dick against your clothed tent—smearing your already precum-stained underwear. You can feel his rough, meaty hands move towards your underwear, groping your cheek through the thin clothing, before you hear the sound of fabric tearing and Jason’s hands touching your skin.

“Hey! You could’ve just slid them down!” You complained, pulling back and huffing as the fabric continued to tear until it was ripped in two. Your throbbing dick popped out, grinding against Jason’s dick.

“I’ll buy more, I just really need you. You have me riled up here.” Jason grumbled, squeezing your ass cheeks before slapping the fat mounds. You yelped, your dick twitching as more beads of precum leaked from the slit. Jason took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours, swapping saliva and deepening the makeout session—drool seeped through the tiny cracks in your lips and dribbled down your chin.

A heavy, low whine vibrated in your throat, your eyes rolling back from Jason sucking the living soul out of you, and his rough hands having their way with your cheeks—gripping the mounds and thrusting you against him, your moans drowned out.

While Jason enjoyed and toyed with your ass, kneading it like a baker preparing dough. You indulged in his upper body. You greedily squeezed and groped the vigilante’s pectorals like how he was treating your ass—there were subtle, drowned-out grunts, a taste of his own medicine. You were amazed by the rock-hard firmness, yet how squishy they were in your palms. This was most likely a result of your actions, feeding him too well and stuffing him with any junk food he wanted.

You flicked, pinched, and pulled his nipples, feeling the nubs harden between your fingertips. It seemed his dick approved of your ministrations, throbbing against your dick as more guttural growls were further drawn out by the feral, hungry man.

Jason retaliated, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your puckered entrance like Moses parting the Red Sea. You pulled back, a gasp and moan choked out—thick strings of slobber connecting your mouths as the cold air travelled through the valley between your cheeks, brushing against the tight, warm ring of muscle. Whines and whimpers choked out your throat, your mouth ajar as Jason’s thick finger probed your entrance—circling his fingertip around the small ring.

You were in a haze, but your body moved on its own. As Jason teased your puckered hole, the nerves sent signals through your body—straight to your brain, whatever was salvageable. It sensed something thick and long, and your hips instinctively bucked backwards—desperate rolling movements as it tried to grip and drag the vigilante’s finger into the tight, warm depths of your hot ass.

“You want this, sweetheart?” Jason growled, his jaw locking as he watched how eager and desperate you’ve become. There was nothing behind your eyes except a lustful and needy glint.

“Yes! Please, I need it so badly,” you begged and babbled, rolling and bucking your hips as you held onto Jason’s behemoth body—your fingers digging into his pectorals.

“Get in the shower.” Jason bluntly says, moving to open the walk-in shower’s glass door. He still had a grip on your hips and dragged you into the small, confined space. The door closed and locked. The vigilante turned the knob, and the shower overhead burst to life. Warm water sprinkled from above, enveloping and cascading down your bodies. Jason’s thick, wavy hair matted down on his forehead.

The water flowed through every cove and ridge of Jason’s body, highlighting his defined muscles—watching it flow like a river between his pectorals, as if they were mountains shielding a valley. You were knocked out of your gaze by Jason slamming your body against the slippery, soaked wall with one leg hooked on his broad shoulder. The side of your face and hands pressed against the wet tiled walls.

“Ain’t this a beautiful sight?” Jason purrs, smirking—watching you scramble to hold onto the nearest surface for support, but he has you secure, his beefy arm locked and gripping your knee/leg. What was more eye-catching was the water soaking your already disheveled body, your dick throbbing, and your puckered hole, which was throbbing and trying to buck backwards to capture his dick.

He continued to be amused by your attempts to tempt him or push back. The flowing water couldn’t muffle the sound of your frustrated grunts and whines. Deciding to toy with you, he grabbed and positioned his massive dick against your puckered hole, teasing the tight ring by rubbing circles and almost penetrating—the cockhead pushing past the rim before pulling out. He hears your hitched gasps and cries, your body squirming to take what it wants, but is readily denied.

“Jay, p-please…” You whined.

As much as Jason wanted to continue his teasing rampage, his dick wasn’t going to last; it needed to feel the signature warmth and tightness. Precum drooled from the slit, and his shaft throbbed excessively. Your pathetic whining and cries for him weren’t helping either.

With a savage grunt, he once again positioned his dick against your sphincter and pressed forward. The confined space of the shower was filled with groans. You bit your bottom lip as the pressure grew against your rim. Jason gritted his teeth, and his face tightened.

“Fucking take it.” Jason groans as he plunges his dick completely inside your hole, his heavy balls and abdomen resting on the underside of your cheeks—your thighs. Your ass greedily swallowed every inch, massaging and clenching around the massive thing as your mouth spewed moans and cries of satisfaction.

Your chest tightened and heaved, the new angle was undeniably rearranging your guts—he was so deep inside your stomach that you could practically taste it in the back of your throat.

Just from feeling the tight embrace of your ass, Jason gave up rational thinking and became a hungry, feral man—spurred on by you.

“J-Jay… nghh… s-so… g-good!” you moaned, holding onto the tiled wall. Your breathing was harsh as Jason rammed his massive dick, your puckered hole stretching to its limits. His pace was brutal enough to collapse the tiled wall and push you into the next apartment. You can hear his heavy balls slapping against your thigh and the clapping of your cheeks, and the faint sprinkling of water from above.

“Fucking hell,” Jason growls, his heavy-lidded eyes notice a tummy bulge forming every time he thrusts—the size ranged from a tummy bump to his cockhead sprouting out. He managed to choke out a low chuckle, moving his free hand over the bulge to feel it. With each brutal thrust, he could feel his cockhead through your skin. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s me.”

You slowly and shakily peered down to see what the vigilante was talking about, and there it was; your mind was melting, and your vision was rainbows, but you could see the bulge and the faint outline of Jason’s massive dick thrusting into your body.

“J-Jay… J-Jay… please…” Your brain was scrambled, your speech reduced to incoherent babbling and pleas for Jason. Your hoarse throat is pushing the limits. With some momentum, you reluctantly let one hand from the tiled wall. Jason removed his hand, letting you feel the bulge in your stomach. Your mouth stuttered open, marvelling at the feeling. A tightness starts to knot itself, spreading slowly throughout your lower section.

You couldn’t give Jason a warning before your body spasmed and your asshole clenched around the man’s dick with a vice-like grip. Your ear picked up the guttural groans from the vigilante—feeling his dick being suffocated or being snapped off. Your dick throbbed and spurted thick ropes of hot cum, your moans bounced off the walls—the water washing your load down the drain.

“Fuck, sweetheart… s-squeezing my dick. Y-you feel so fucking good. So tight when you cum for me.” Jason moans, his muscular body shuddering, almost pained. He couldn’t move his dick; it was lodged completely inside you, and your greedy ass refused to let go. It wasn’t long before he reached his climax.

Garnering his strength, he pulled out slowly, dragging his massive shaft against your walls before slamming back—all you can do is whimper and drool as he fucked you past your orgasm and into overstimulation.

He didn’t last long. He let out a bellowing groan and growl, giving one more thrust to the hilt—his dick and balls twitched before unloading deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim with his hot, thick seed. Your fleshy insides were painted white; you felt the massive shaft throbbing, followed by a flood.

The shower fell silent apart from the labored panting and desperate intake of air, and the water cascading down your bodies. Every part of your being trembled from the intense orgasm; everything was foggy and blurry, and your gaze travelled to the bump in your stomach—you looked pregnant… did Jason really cum that much? It's been a week since you both had sex…

Your mind continued to reel and repair the damage until Jason spoke.

“We should do that again!”

The end

Author’s note — Hello, my strawberries! I hope this was good! I’m popping these fics out like Queen Anne. More food is coming.

Special thanks to my proofreader — @sagethegaywitch

Nervous was not exactly the word you would have used for that moment, since some time ago you had developed a certain degree of cold-bloodedness regarding those kinds of events, especially when it came to the Aespa girls' apartment, a place you had already frequented dozens of times.

What ran through your body was adrenaline in its purest state, a state of euphoria that, as you walked down the hallway, had you playing with your own fingers and biting your lower lip. If someone had seen you like this they would have thought you were under the influence of an extra strong energy drink, but the truth is that you were simply too enthusiastic.

You forced yourself to breathe deeply and lower your heart rate when you stood in front of the door. You immediately heard feminine laughter from the other side, then a jovial and noisy conversation that you couldn't decipher because of how the voices overlapped each other.

You raised your hand confidently and knocked on the door four times, your way of letting the girls know it was you. The conversation died down on the other side.

One of the four, whoever it was, hurried toward the door, her footsteps echoing.

To your surprise, it was neither Minjeong nor Aeri who opened the door.

Huh Yunjin peeked under the doorway, one hand on the frame and the other on the knob. The first thing you noticed was that there wasn't even a hint of makeup on her face, and yet, you found yourself impressed by how pretty she was naturally, one of the rare cases in which the idol looked better in person than in photographs. She was wearing entirely gray pajamas, with baggy pants and a hoodie, her red hair down.

"Oh hi!" she greeted, with a friendly smile and a slight bow of her head.

You and Yunjin introduced each other. She opened the door a little more. Behind her, on one of the wide white linen sofas, you spotted three more beauties, all in comfortable pajamas and, like Yunjin, without makeup, talking and giggling among themselves.

"Wait, are you American too?" Yunjin asked in fluent, charming English, right after you had introduced yourself.

"Yeah! I moved here four years ago now, I think. What gave me away?"

"Your pronunciation, of course," she replied. "If you didn't grow up here it's always going to sound a little weird. Eunchae teases me about it all the time."

You clicked your tongue.

"And here I thought I had improved."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Yunjin laughed. "It's almost impeccable. Better than mine a few years ago to be honest. But anyway, come in! come in!"

Yunjin stepped aside and let you pass. Not even four steps in, Minjeong stood up from the couch and rushed with quick little steps towards you. Aeri stood up too, but stayed on the sidelines as Minjeong crawled into your arms, her head buried in your chest.

"Hello, Minjeong-ah," you said, pulling her into a warm hug. You looked at Aeri, who winked at you, and then at Somi, who did not hide the way she checked you out from head to toe.

"All good?" Minjeong asked in her usual adorable tone, looking up at you from very close up. "Did you have dinner yet?"

You nodded.

"Two chicken sandwiches. Lovely meal."

After giving Minjeong a kiss on the head and letting her go, you went to Aeri so she could give you a kiss on the cheek and rub your back as a greeting. Yunjin had returned to the couch with Somi, who put one leg up on the seat and crossed her arms over the backrest, looking at the girls with a playful face.

"Are you going to introduce him to me, or what?" she asked.

The girls quickly introduced you to Somi, who you shook hands with.

"Hmm, you're American right?" Somi asked, also in English; since she was of Canadian origin, it was of course different from Yunjin's, even yours. "Your pronunciation…"

"It gives me away, yeah," you cut her off with a chuckle. "Someone mention it."

"From where?"

“Seattle,” you responded. Minjeong hugging you from behind, her arms around your waist and her chin on your shoulder. "Straight from Pioneer Square."

"Is the weather as depressing as they make it?"

You shrugged.

"A little," you acknowledged. "It never bothered me too much, tho, You'd be surprised at the emotional intelligence you develop being in a city where it rains constantly."

"Yeah well, you haven't put it into practice these last few months," Aeri mentioned as a rather intentional tease, crossing her arms, sitting on the back of the sofa. She also spoke in English, which made Minjeong frown.

"I already said I'm sorry, woman."

"You never got on your knees before me and begged me, so the apology was never complete on my side."

"Hey, hey!" Minjeong chimed in. "You're not going to be speaking English all night, are you?" she asked in her own language.

"You understand English perfectly, Minjeong," you muttered under your breath.

"What did he do?" Yunjin asked, looking at Aeri, eager for the juicy gossip.

"We don't want to talk about it," you said quickly, just as Aeri seemed thrilled to spill the beans.

Aeri glared at you.

"I'll tell her later anyway," she said, stepping away from the group toward the dining room.

"Oh, and me too, please," Somi added.

"Great, but I don't want to be here when that happens," you sighed. "What did I miss? You guys didn't start drinking without me, did you?"

"We were waiting for you," Minjeong said. "The idea is that we're all equally drunk by the end of the night."

"So you're already assuming we're going to get drunk?" you asked.

"What kind of sleepover would it be otherwise?"

Music at a moderate volume began to play from the dining room. Aeri had turned on her Bluetooth speaker, which was bigger than necessary for the occasion. Björk's "Army of Me" filled the silence of the immense apartment.

"Just a normal one, I'd say."

"Do you think we're girls who settle for normal?" Yunjin asked, grabbing some chips from a bowl on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Not at all. But it doesn't matter, these devils have got me used to it."

Minjeong playfully punched you in the thigh with her closed fist, making you hiss.

"Who are you calling a devil?" She asked, her voice threatening.

"Especially you," you muttered under your breath.

"Well, darling," Aeri walked around the sofa and sat back down to Somi's right. "Why don't you do the honors of pouring the first drinks so we can officially kick off the evening?"

"I could, if a certain tick would let go of me," you said, turning your head to look at Minjeong over your shoulder.

Minjeong rolled her eyes, but finally relented and let go of you. Not before planting a quick, discreet kiss on the back of your neck. She rejoined the girls on the sofa.

"Is everything where it always is?" you asked, heading towards the kitchen.

Aeri and Minjeong nodded simultaneously. You reached the other side of the kitchen island and bent down to open one of the cabinets under the sink, from which you took out five shot glasses, placing them on the island counter behind you. Then you went to the refrigerator. The three bottles of ice-cold Soju were in the freezer. You grabbed one. Then you gathered everything and went back to the girls, who were chatting amongst themselves again.

You placed the five small glasses on the glass table, opened the bottle of Soju, and poured the shots.

"Here you go, ladies," you said, handing a glass to each of them and keeping one for yourself.

"Thank you very much, handsome bartender," Somi said, eliciting a round of giggles from the girls.

"At your service, attractive young lady," you replied, sitting down on the single sofa you had rearranged so that it faced them. The comment made them laugh again.

"Hey, where did you find such a cute one?" Yunjin asked the girls, before downing her shot in one gulp. You and the others did the same. "Seriously, he was your masseur for the entire tour?"

"Against my will, I must add," you said, grabbing some fries.

Aeri clicked her tongue.

"Oh my god, be for real!" Aeri exclaimed. "That was the best experience of your life."

You grimaced, shrugged, and threw up your hands. Aeri and Minjeong groaned in offense.

"Why do you hate us so much!" Minjeong complained, throwing a rolled-up piece of paper at you, presumably from a gum pack. "I dare you to name a single month and a half of your life better than that."

"Well, the time I got my first girlfriend wasn't so bad…"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Minjeong made a move to stand up, her fist raised, ready to plant it squarely on your arm. You panicked and raised a knee to defend yourself, giggling, but in the end, she sat back down.

"Anyway, I'll just ignore that ungrateful fool," Aeri said, glancing at Yunjin. "Answering the first question: I have no idea. Jihye really struck gold with him."

"Oh, come on, you're going to make me blush," you said.

"I'm not talking to you," Aeri said without looking at you.

"So, what was it like, by the way?" Somi asked, looking at you, her legs drawn up on the sofa against her own body. "I think Ryujin mentioned you to me a few times."

"The girls and I had a little… let's call it a pool party," you said, recalling the embarrassing moment. "Late in the afternoon, Jihye showed up unexpectedly and found us in a rather funny situation. I almost died of embarrassment. But that's when it became official that I would be traveling with the girls."

Somi laughed. Beside her, Yunjin poured another round of soju shots. You placed your small glass on the table.

"Oh yeah, she definitely told me about you," she said. "And I already know what funny situation you're talking about."

You groaned.

"Oh my god, she really told you about that?"

"If you're the same guy from most of her stories, yeah. About that and a lot more."

"Anything interesting to share?" Yunjin asked, just as she finished pouring your drink.

You picked up your small glass, took a gulp, and looked at Somi expectantly. You didn't really have a problem sharing too much about your experiences with the ITZY girls, but you preferred some discretion.

"Hmm," Somi looked at you and playfully bit her lower lip. "Why don't you tell them a little bit about the pool party yourself?"

"Which one?"

"You know which one. The other wasn't all that interesting, other than Noze accidentally seeing your privates."

"It was a party with the ITZY girls, Aespa, and Nayeon," you replied curtly. "Pretty fun, honestly."

Yunjin looked at Somi and then at you.

"And…?" Yunjin raised her eyebrows, waiting for more.

"He fucked them all," Somi added casually, and proceeded to down her shot of Soju.

Yunjin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She glanced at Aeri and Minjeong, who didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, Minjeong looked proud as she sipped her shot. You, on the other hand, felt a slight wave of embarrassment run through you. Apparently, you weren't quite ready to share this with someone you weren't close to.

"Separately, right?" Yunjin asked you.

You sighed and settled back in your seat. It was going to be a fucking long night.

"I wish."

"You handled nine girls at once?! Are you a sheep dog or what?!"

That shouldn't have amused you, but the way she said it was downright hilarious. It drew a wry laugh from you.

Instead of responding, you simply shrugged.

"That's what he gets paid for," Somi said for you. "He must be quite a gem."

"He is, I can tell you that," Aeri said. "That day he fucked my ass so hard that…"

You glared at her.

Aeri suppressed a smile against her pursed lips, swallowing the rest of the sentence. The girls laughed.

"He did pretty well that day," she opted to say.

"Thanks," you said. "Isn't there a slightly less awkward topic?"

Fortunately, the conversation shifted to more trivial topics from that point on, no longer so focused on you. Music and art in general were the main topics of conversation, but always with a relaxed, friendly approach, and you were laughing constantly. You learned a lot from each of them because of that. You also got along better with Somi than you expected, since, based on what you'd heard about her, you hadn't gotten the impression that you'd be able to get along with her at all.

On the other hand, the soju flowed almost as easily as the conversation itself. The first bottle didn't even last two hours, and by midnight you were already halfway through the second. You didn't think too much about the consequences, not when you had the privilege of witnessing these girls having a good time in a context where there were no cameras or spotlights, like normal girls in their twenties. Besides, they had let you be part of the evening, so what better than to go with the flow?

That's what you did, certainly. But because you were so relaxed and open to talking about anything, the girls noticed you let your guard down and set their sights on you again.

"Oh, all this reminds me of something," Somi said, looking at you. She, like everyone else, was already feeling quite tipsy. The seating arrangement was almost the same, except Minjeong was sitting on Aeri's lap, who had her arms comfortably around her waist. "Ryujinie mentioned something about a client list you have… you really have one?"

You should have expected the conversation to turn in that direction, since you—or rather, they—had been talking for quite a while about the industry and recent comebacks of other groups, as well as sharing gossip about people within their own companies, whether idols, trainees, or staff. Some juicy tidbits that you weren't aware of came out of it.

You let out a heavy sigh as they all turned their attention to you, eager for your answer, like four lionesses hunting a poor, solitary gazelle. Only instead of wanting to satisfy their hunger, they wanted to satisfy their thirst for gossip, gossip, and more gossip.

"For God's sake, what else did Ryujin tell you?" you asked, exasperated.

Somi giggled.

"You don't want to know."

You shook your head, poured yourself a shot of soju, and downed it in one gulp.

"I don't like to call it a 'list,' since many of them are good friends," you said, tapping the glass down on the table. "But yeah. The thing is, lately, my role with these girls has become a bit… abstract. It was definitely easier when I was just a masseur."

"How many of them do you just have one-night stands with?" Yunjin inquired, her head resting against the back of the sofa. "Can I ask?"

"As long as you take it to your graves, yes."

Yunjin threw up her hands.

"We're walking coffins, honey."

"Hmm, well…" you scratched your temple, mentally running through the names. "Seulgi's one."

Yunjin frowned and gasped. Again, their reaction made you laugh. Somi seemed rather fascinated, her eyes sparkling at the revelation of a juicy piece of gossip. Did she remember that you had just said they should take it to the grave? She looked like a newspaper editor who had just received their headline story.

As for Minjeong and Aeri, well, they didn't seem surprised in the slightest. They both knew perfectly well that your network of services was rather extensive. Besides, you were sure they already knew about your encounters with Seulgi; you must have shared something during a drunken night.

"Kang Seulgi from Red Velvet?!" Yunjin asked.

"You know another Seulgi, perhaps?"

"Who else, who else?" Somi asked.

"Chaeyeonie."

"Chaery's sister? I already knew that!" she complained.

"I'm not going to name everyone just because you feel like it, woman."

"One more!" Yunjin pleaded. "Who's the most famous?"

"Does Rina count?"

"We already knew that!" Yunjin and Somi protested in unison.

"Why do you know so much?!" you squealed.

"Come on, think!" Yunjin urged, putting her feet on the ground and leaning forward, elbows on her thighs and fingers interlaced under her chin.

"Damn…" you sighed. "Taeyeon from Girls' Generation. Just once."

This time even Minjeong almost fell off Aeri's lap. They were all speechless.

"No way!" Somi said.

"And it was last month," you added.

"It was last month and you didn't tell any of us?!" Minjeong demanded to know.

Aeri, wanting to get up and hit you, pushed Minjeong aside, off her lap, and threw a ping-pong ball you'd been using on the dining room table straight at your head. You hissed.

"I don't have to go around revealing who I fuck and who I don't!" you protested, rubbing where the ball had hit you.

"We should have privileges!" Aeri exclaimed.

Yunjin, who still looked perplexed, tilted her head and looked at you.

"How's she in bed?" she asked. "Is she good?"

"I'll refrain from commenting."

"That means she's really good, then," Somi pointed out. "Are her tits as pretty as they look through her clothes?"

"Not answering that either."

"Can you at least say if she's a top or a bottom?"

"Pretty bottom."

"I knew it!" Yunjin celebrated, then burst into laughter along with Somi.

You sighed and looked at Minjeong, seeking help. Of course, Minjeong just looked at you and gave you a thumbs-up, as if everything was perfectly fine. Aeri, on the other hand, only gave you a confused look, unsure of what you wanted from her and why you were looking at her like that.

"Oh, you also said that the relationship with your clients is now somewhat more abstract," Somi recalled, watching Aeri pour another round of shots. "Why?"

"Because since my services are now private, the way they use them varies a lot," you replied, accepting the small glass Aeri offered you. You had to be more careful with what you said about that side of your work, so you paused to think. "There was this girl, for example, I had to rescue in the wee hours of the morning from the house of some weirdo she was starting to date."

"It happened to me once," Aeri said, the shot glass near her lips. "That's fucked up."

"And how did you get her out of there?" Yunjin asked after taking a sip of her shot.

"I was given certain resources which I can't share, sorry," you shook your head.

Yunjin narrowed her eyes.

"You broke down the door with a portable battering ram."

You made a face of confusion. Minjeong and Somi laughed.

"What do you think I am, special forces?"

"The way you describe it makes me think so!"

"Yeah, but that's not the case," you took your shot. This time you did feel a little dizzy as the liquor went down your throat. "It's more frivolous than you think."

"Then why can't you say it?" Somi asked.

"Because I can't. And that's the end of it."

Somi and Yunjin rolled their eyes, but didn't press the issue.

A while later, the second bottle of soju was gone, and you had to bring out the last remaining one. However, you had a slight suspicion that it wouldn't be necessary, as the girls' cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol in their systems. Even you slightly stumbled back to your seat when you returned from the bathroom. It wasn't a severe case of drunkenness, but it was enough to make you feel like you could beat the crap out of a bear.

"Wait a minute," Aeri looked at you and then at Minjeong. "You told him this was a sleepover, right?"

"Of course I did!" Minjeong retorted, now all giggly.

"Then why is he dressed like we're going to a nightclub?" Aeri asked, tilting her head.

You glanced at your own outfit; there was nothing wrong with it, but compared to the girls, all four of whom were in comfortable, loose pajamas, you did look like a cactus in a field of flowers.

"Yeeeeeeah, doesn't sound like a smart choice to me," added Somi, her head resting on one of the sofa's armrests, her legs draped over Aeri's lap. "He'd be much more comfortable if he were dressed like us."

Yunjin laughed from her corner of the sofa.

"He does look pretty cute, buuuut," Yunjin jumped to her feet, strode over to you, and before you could even react, straddled your lap and unbuttoned the first few buttons of your denim shirt. "He could look much better."

"Oh wow…" you said, doing nothing to stop what was happening, your hands instinctively on her thighs, which were on either side of your hips.

Yunjin giggled repeatedly as she unbuttoned your shirt all the way down, a charming smile on her face. Every few seconds, she glanced up at you with those big, bright eyes. It was probably because you were so dizzy, but her aura was mesmerizing.

Instinctively, you put a hand behind her head and leaned in to kiss her. However, Yunjin noticed and quickly placed a hand on your chest, pressing your back against the headboard again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Yunjin looked into your eyes, her hand still on your bare chest. "Not so fast, cowboy. Who said you were in charge?"

You blushed.

"Uh… well, I thought…"

"There's plenty of time for that later, darling," Yunjin said, pulling your shirt down over your shoulders. "Right now we're just making you comfortable, remember?" she giggled.

"Yeah, you're right… I guess," you nodded, still a little dazed.

Yunjin slid your shirt off your arms and let it fall to the floor beside the sofa you were sitting on. The cool air from the air conditioner sent a shiver down your spine.

"Alright, Somi," Yunjin turned to her, who was watching and giggling with Aeri and Minjeong. "I've already taken care of his shirt. Come and take care of his pants."

Somi stopped laughing for a moment and looked at you, then at Minjeong and Aeri. A mischievous little smile spread across her face as she stood up and walked over to you. Yunjin climbed off your lap and stood behind you, arms crossed over the back of the sofa, some of her hair falling over one of your shoulders.

You were still a little dazed from your recent interaction with Yunjin, so you might not have fully appreciated the fact that Jeon Somi had knelt down between your parted knees at that precise moment, her large, bright eyes fixed on yours.

"Where did you buy these jeans, oppa?" Somi asked, tilting her head to the side, her hands on your knees. Yunjin had subtly placed her hands on your shoulders, occasionally sliding them up to your collarbone.

"Uh… at GAP, in a shopping mall near Myeong-dong," you replied.

"Oh, interesting. I'll make sure to stop by there later," Somi said, moving her hands up your thighs to the button of your jeans, which she undid. "They're very cute, but they'd look so much better if I only…"

Somi unzipped your jeans, and with her hands on the hem, she quickly pulled them down off your legs until you were only in your boxers and socks. Her eyes sparkled, a wide grin spreading across her face as she stared at your bulge, which you hadn't realized was now fully erect after Yunjin had sat on it a few minutes earlier.

"Oh god, that's embarrassing," you said, making a move to cover yourself before Yunjin grabbed your wrists.

"Nuh uh," Yunjin whispered close to your ear, letting out a tipsy giggle. "It's perfectly fine. Something this pleasing to the eye shouldn't be hidden, should it?"

Over Somi's shoulder, you saw Aeri and Minjeong whispering to each other between giggles. They were up to something, and that never meant anything good. When they noticed you watching, they stopped talking and pretended nothing had happened.

"Minjeong-ah, remember that time we played spin the bottle on tour?" Aeri asked.

"Yeah, of course!" Minjeong agreed.

"I feel like Yunjinie and Somi would have a lot of fun with that, and oh!" Aeri leaned forward and pulled something out from under the sofa—a small black plastic bag you hadn't even noticed before. "Guess what I prepared for today?"

Minjeong opened her mouth and brought her hand to her lips, feigning surprise as if she didn't already know everything.

"What did you prepare for us, Aeri-chan?" Minjeong asked. She was a terrible actress when she was drunk.

Aeri opened the small bag and took out a deck of cards held together by a hair tie. You could only see the backs, satin black with the silhouette of a white peach emoji that shimmered in the light.

"Our spin-the-bottle games tend to be a little… spicy, so," Aeri removed the hair tie from the cards and placed them on the coffee table, organized in three decks. You then realized the peach emojis were different colors on each one: white, red and black. "Why not dedicate the whole game to the spicy stuff from the start? We just spin the bottle, choose a card, and see what happens!"

You sighed.

"Let me guess, it was her idea," you pointed at Minjeong, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Basically," Aeri said.

"I think it's a brilliant idea!" said Somi, standing up to go sit on the floor to the left of the coffee table, almost tripping over its leg.

"I'm in too," said Yunjin, sitting down on the opposite side. "Where did you get them? Did you print them yourself?"

"Of course! No way I'd ask a stranger to print the things those cards say."

"God help me…" you muttered to yourself. "But hey, one thing," you raised your voice.

They all looked at you.

"You supposedly did this to me because I wasn't in line with your vibe," you said, referring to your lack of clothing. "But I don't see you in your underwear. So, what are you waiting for?"

The girls exchanged glances, all four with small smiles playing at the corners of their lips. Seconds later, Somi shrugged and began to take off her pajamas. All the girls automatically followed suit.

You wished you had another pair of eyes to fully appreciate the scene, because with the two you had, you couldn't follow every movement as closely as you wanted. By the time they were all down to their underwear, however, you were able to linger on each one.

First, you scrutinized Somi. Her breasts were, virtually, a perfect pair. Covered by a black bra with minimal push-up, they were the perfect size and shape. They alone made your mouth water. But not content with that, she had a slim, toned body, the result of hours at the gym, with defined abs and firm buttocks, barely covered by a lace thong the same color as her bra.

Inevitably, your gaze jumped to Yunjin. She wore a tight navy blue sports bra that squeezed her small breasts together, her nipples pressing against the fabric in the chill of the room. Maybe she wasn't as well-endowed up there as Somi, but she more than made up for it by being a total knockout in every other department. A flat, perfect stomach, slightly fleshy. Wide hips too. And best of all, legs to die for and a perfectly round ass that you knew instantly looked gorgeous in backshots. Her panties were white, a less daring cut than Somi's but small enough to drive you wild.

There was nothing about Aeri and Minjeong that you didn't already know, and yet, you were always amazed at how beautiful and hot they were. Aeri with her fleshy, perfect thighs and a more than generous pair of breasts, and Minjeong with her sculpted body and one of the most beautiful abs you'd ever seen. One wore all-black underwear and the other pink.

Your cock was so hard it was practically tearing through your boxers.

"Is this better, baby?" Aeri asked, crossing her legs, one thigh over the other, making them look even more enticing, her hands on the knee of her upper leg.

"Much better," you slowly nodded.

"Alright!" Minjeong clumsily picked up one of the empty soju bottles from the floor and made room on the coffee table to place it right in the middle. "Who wants to start?"

"Me!" Somi blurted out, as Minjeong and Aeri moved slightly apart. "We'll spin it twice, once to determine who will do the dare, and the other time to…" She paused, her tongue catching at the end of her sentence. "You know what I mean."

“The cards are sorted by three types, by the way: white, red and black,” Minjeong explained. “We will start with the white ones cause they are the softer ones.”

Somi placed a hand on the bottle and, without further ado, spun it. It landed first on Minjeong.

"Of course, Satan had to start," you said, watching Minjeong celebrate with giggles and not-so-subtle applause.

Somi spun the bottle again, and this time it landed on Yunjin, who looked at Minjeong.

"Alright, draw a card, pretty girl," Yunjin said, sitting back on her heels.

Minjeong leaned forward and picked a card from the deck.

"You must let the other person kiss your entire abdomen and the sides of your waist," Minjeong read aloud, and while looking at Yunjin, she placed the card at the bottom of the deck.

"Hmm, that sounds fun," Yunjin said, her hands on her thighs. "Basically, the dream of absolutely everyone who watches your fancams. Come here."

You all watched intently as Minjeong stood up and walked slowly toward Yunjin, swaying her hips, proud that her perfect body was the center of attention. She stopped right in front of Yunjin, who, in a completely uninhibited manner, took hold of her hips and pulled her a little closer. Just then, Lil Wayne's "Got Money" started playing.

"Is it timed?" Yunjin asked, looking at Aeri.

"If the card didn't specify, then no."

"Great."

Without another word, Yunjin looked Minjeong in the eyes and slowly moved closer to her abdomen until she placed her lips on her skin. Minjeong parted her lips slightly and let out a soft gasp, her hand resting on Yunjin's head as she showered wet, sensual kisses all over her belly. Yunjin maintained a firm grip on Minjeong's hips, something you knew drove her wild.

Almost a minute passed before Yunjin finally moved to the left side of Minjeong's waist. There, she repeated the process, leaving small kisses and licks. Minjeong moaned when she nibbled a bit of flesh on the lower part of that side, and then moved to the other side. Another minute passed until Yunjin finally finished the job with a small kiss below Minjeong's navel.

"That's enough," Yunjin said, wiping some of her own saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. "Easily the sexiest belly I've ever kissed, you gotta be proud."

Minjeong smiled, visibly a little turned on by now, and blew her a kiss before going to sit down in her seat, not bothering to wipe the saliva Yunjin had left on her abdomen.

"Are you next?" Yunjin asked, looking at you, then at Aeri, who was the next person to Somi's left. "Or you?"

"Me," Aeri said. "Let's let him be last."

"But it doesn't matter, right? The order doesn't dictate who does the dare, only who the bottle points to," you said. Your own eloquence for being as drunk as a skunk surprised even you.

"Yeah, but I just want you to be last at something," she giggled.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, girl."

Aeri leaned forward—one arm tucked under her breasts to lift them and make her cleavage look deeper, completely on purpose—and spun the bottle. This time it pointed at you first. You couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Aeri just rolled her eyes.

"Oh my god, looks like I'm not the last one," you said, letting out another stupid giggle.

"Shut up."

Aeri spun the bottle again. This time it pointed at herself. You and the girls burst out laughing.

"This has to be a joke…"

"That's what you get for being a hater."

"Just pick a card, dumbass."

You stood up and picked a card to read it. Aeri had put a lot of effort into it; the font was perfectly chosen, black on a white background, and the letters were embossed. It looked expensive.

"You must lie on top of the other person in a missionary position and slowly kiss their entire face, neck, and chest," you read aloud, and proceeded to place the card at the bottom of the deck. "Do I have to take off your bra?"

"No, if you had to, the card would say so."

"Alright, are you coming or am I?"

"I'm not getting up from this couch," Aeri said. "If I do, I'm going to trip like an idiot."

"Like that night in Chicago when you almost knocked your teeth out?" Minjeong asked with a giggle.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aeri retorted, watching you walk toward her.

You stood in front of Aeri, who couldn't help but glance at your hard bulge before meeting your eyes again. Without making her wait, you bent your knees and put one arm around her waist, your other hand under one of her knees to lift her and make her lie face up on the sofa, which was wide enough to accommodate the activity.

Aeri let you handle her easily and opened her legs wide when you climbed onto the sofa and positioned yourself on top of her. You purposely let your bulge rub against her crotch through her panties, making her discreetly bite her lip.

"The card didn't say to do that," she said, her hands on your chest.

"I'm not doing anything," you replied. "It's not my fault I'm this big."

Aeri rolled her eyes, and before she could say anything, you leaned down and pressed your lips to hers. The card said 'all face,' and that inevitably included her mouth. She didn't object, nor did she seem bothered. On the contrary, she let you take control of the kiss and explore her mouth with your tongue, letting out soft moans.

After tasting Aeri's soft, alcohol-flavored lips, you pulled away and began kissing her entire face, from her cheeks to either side of her jaw, ending at her chin. From there, you moved to her neck and repeated the process, patiently covering every inch and licking every tiny vein.

A minute later, after leaving her neck coated in saliva, you moved down to her collarbone and paused at the upper curve of her breasts. Aeri gasped and stroked your hair as you kissed the contours of her soft but firm mounds, also moving down her cleavage to kiss the inner part.

Apparently, you were doing so well that you made her forget you were playing a game, because she lowered a hand between your bodies and gave your cock a gentle squeeze through your boxers. You immediately pulled away and sat back on your heels. Aeri, her cheeks flushed, opened her eyes and looked at you, confused.

"Why did you…?" she glanced at the other girls, who were watching, amused. "Oh, right."

"You were getting excited, huh?" you asked with a giggle, getting up from the sofa to go back to your seat.

"S-shut up…"

You slumped back onto your single sofa like a sack of potatoes, knowing you'd have to save your energy for what was to come. The girls seemed calm, but the little glances they exchanged with each other and at your bulge gave them away.

"Your turn, Yunjinie," you said.

Yunjin leaned toward the small table, her back arched and part of her ass exposed to the side for you to see, and spun the bottle, which pointed to Minjeong once it stopped.

"Again?!" Somi asked, exasperated.

"I promise I didn't rig the bottle," Minjeong said, as Yunjin spun the bottle again. This time it pointed to you. "Oh wow, that's convenient," Minjeong giggled.

Minjeong picked a card from the white deck. Her face lit up as she read it to herself.

"You and the other person must remain kissing until the next round's dare is read," she read, and looked you in the eyes.

"Pretty convenient," you agreed, patting your thigh. "Come here."

"Don't even think about spinning the bottle until my lips are on his," Minjeong warned Aeri as she stood up and walked toward you.

Once in front of you, Minjeong straddled your lap, wrapped her arms around your neck, and pulled you into a fiery, passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around her slender body and pressed her against you, your fingers digging into the delicious little bits of flesh on either side of her waist.

As you and Minjeong gasped against each other's mouths in the middle of a somewhat disastrous kiss, you heard the bottle spinning on the wooden table in the background.

"Uhh, okay," you heard Yunjin say, probably because the bottle pointed to her first.

Even though it wasn't at all what the dare said, Minjeong started lightly grinding her hips against your bulge, making it rub against her pussy through the fabric. Her fingers were tangled in your hair. Inevitably, you also let yourself go and squeezed her ass.

"Hurry up before those two start taking off what little clothing they have left," Somi said.

You heard Aeri spin the bottle again.

"Oh my god, when is that damn thing going to point at me?" Somi complained. "And that's enough, you two!"

Neither you nor Minjeong heard Yunjin read the challenge, so you continued what you were doing.

"Use your feet to caress the other person's crotch over their underwear while a third person kisses you for 30 seconds," Yunjin read with a giggle. "Come be that third person, Douma."

Using all your willpower not to put your hand inside Minjeong's panties, you pulled away from her lips as soon as Yunjin uttered the last word. Minjeong cleared her throat angrily and grabbed your face to whisper in your ear:

"You'd better destroy my pussy as soon as you get the chance," she said, and got up from your lap to return to her place.

Minjeong moved out of your sight just in time to let you see Yunjin, still seated, crawl closer to Aeri, whose knees were spread wide with one hand propped behind her on the sofa seat. Then, Yunjin placed her hands on the floor behind her, her back pressed against Somi's chest, who was kneeling behind her, and lifted one leg to press her toes against Aeri's pussy through the fabric of her panties.

"Time's ticking… now," Minjeong said, looking at her phone.

Immediately, Somi cupped Yunjin's face in her hands, tilted her head back, and bent down to press her lips to Yunjin's, locking them in a sexy kiss that you couldn't tear your eyes away from. Meanwhile, Aeri let out soft moans as Yunjin's foot gently rubbed the top of her slit.

"Oh my god, I hate you for coming out with this fucking shitty game…" Aeri muttered, her eyes closed, enjoying Yunjin's foot on her pussy. "I want someone to eat me out so bad. And also a cock in my mouth."

"It's not my fault you're not enjoying a little bit of excitement," Minjeong replied, still looking at her phone. "Fifteen seconds."

Somi made the most of every second, her hands on Yunjin's collarbone. Their heads bobbed from side to side, filling the silence with soft moans and wet sounds. A little saliva lingered on Yunjin's chin.

When there were about five seconds left, you noticed Aeri subtly pull her panties aside and let Yunjin rub her big toe between her glistening pussy folds. Minjeong, focused on the timer, remained clueless. You, of course, weren't a snitch, so you let her be happy until the alarm on Minjeong's phone signaled the end of the dare.

Aeri immediately put her panties back on, and Somi pulled away from Yunjin's lips, both gazing into each other's eyes with looks filled with pure lust. Yunjin looked at Aeri.

"You liked it, huh?" she asked. "Toward the end, I felt you were…wetter than usual, all of a sudden."

Aeri's cheeks flushed. She chose not to say anything; she just suppressed a small smile and nodded.

"It's my turn, isn't it?" Somi asked, getting up. "Let's do one more round of white cards."

Somi circled the coffee table, swaying her sexy hips as she passed you, and sat back down on the floor where she had been. She spun the bottle. Finally, it pointed at her.

"Thank God!" she exclaimed, spinning the bottle again. Now it pointed at Yunjin. Somi grinned from ear to ear. "Please, something good… please, something good…"

Somi picked a card from the white deck.

"Let the other person kiss the inside of your thighs for twenty seconds," Somi read, before placing the card at the bottom of the deck. "I can sit wherever I want, right?"

"Sure, you can," Aeri replied, shrugging.

It didn't surprise you at all when Somi, a smile on her face, stood up and went to sit right on top of your hard bulge, her pretty, firm buttocks on either side of the outline of your cock.

"This is diabolical of you, just so you know," you said, gritting your teeth.

"And you can't touch," Somi said with a giggle, spreading her legs wide so her calves dangled over the armrests of the armchair. "But at least you can watch."

Somi leaned back and rested her back against your chest. You had a perfect view of her deep cleavage and her beautiful breasts, which looked like a real treat up close. Yunjin stood up and knelt on the floor in front of you, and after waiting for Minjeong's signal, she took Somi by the front of her thighs and placed her lips on the inner part.

"Mmmgh, yeah…" Somi moaned softly, very close to your ear.

Yunjin kept her wet, saliva-laden kisses on Somi's thighs. You followed her every move intently. She moved over every inch of milky skin, getting dangerously close to her pussy but not quite touching it. Somi placed a hand on the top of her head and did everything she could to tease you specifically, grinding against your bulge and arching her back to make her breasts stand out.

After a few seconds that felt like damn hours, Minjeong finally declared the twenty seconds over.

Yunjin wiped her lips with the back of her hand, stood up, and leaned in to give Somi a small but sensual kiss, a scene you could observe very closely and which made your cock throb beneath Somi's ass.

"Hey! Nobody told you to do that!" Minjeong protested.

Somi pulled away with a giggle and got up from your lap. They both dispersed to their places as if nothing had happened, but you already had a little stain of precum on your boxers—luckily they were black, so it wasn't very noticeable.

"Let's move on to the red cards!" Minjeong announced with a small smile. Of all of them, she was the least obvious about how turned on she was. Maybe because she considered it a competitive game. It wouldn't be unusual for her. "Your turn, oppa!"

With your stomach starting to tingle from how turned on you were, you leaned toward the table and spun the bottle. It pointed to Somi first. When you spun it again, you prayed every prayer you knew that it would point to you, however, it pointed to Aeri.

At this point there was no need to say anything, so Somi just leaned over to take a card from the red deck. Just then, W.AVE's "Breathe" started playing.

"You and the other person must share a sloppy kiss for one minute. Your lips cannot separate," Somi read, and without a second thought, she stood up to go to Aeri.

Everyone, including Minjeong, with a finger on her phone's timer, leaned closer for a better view. Somi sat next to Aeri, and with one hand on her thigh, leaned in to crash their lips together. Aeri greeted her with a small moan, holding her chin with two fingers.

True to the dare, the two devoured each other's mouths as if the world were going to end tomorrow. Saliva soon began to spill from the corners of both their lips, in small amounts at first, then getting really messy. On the other hand, the cacophony of wet sounds and soft moans sent your boiler into overdrive.

Damn, you wished you could get in there so hard.

Yunjin gasped.

"Oh my god, they're really taking this seriously," she said, watching intently as Somi slowly climbed on top of Aeri.

"You have ten seconds left," Minjeong warned, her legs tightly crossed.

Aeri grabbed Somi by the waist and stuck out her tongue. Somi stuck hers out and began swirling it with Aeri's, their saliva dripping from their chins to their legs. Their moans were louder now. If time hadn't run out, they would have ended up fucking right there.

"Mmmgh fuck," Aeri gasped when Somi pulled away from her lips, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

"You're delicious," Somi said, biting her lower lip, staring at her closely. "You're just as delicious down there?"

"Somi Douma!" Yunjin called. "To your place!"

Somi looked at Yunjin and rolled her eyes. Reluctantly, she stood up and went to sit in her place.

Yunjin spun the bottle as soon as Somi's ass touched the floor. The bottle pointed at herself first. When she spun it again, however, the bottle landed pointing at you.

Thank goodness.

When Yunjin picked the card from the red deck and read it, she licked her lips and looked at your bulge. Suddenly, you weren't thanking God so much.

"You must lick the other person's genitals only once, slowly from bottom to top," Yunjin said, rereading the card before placing it at the bottom of the deck. "The person must remove their underwear."

The eyes of the four girls gleamed like car headlights, eager to finally see what you'd been hiding under your boxers for so long. The social pressure landed on your shoulders like a punching bag. Not that you cared, but the fact that they all had their eyes fixed on you made you feel, once again, like a poor gazelle among hungry lionesses.

You sighed.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice."

With that, you reached for the waistbands of your boxers and very slowly began to pull them down. On purpose, of course. When you finally freed your cock, which bounced against your abdomen, they all gasped at the same time.

"Holy cow…" Yunjin murmured, as you tossed your boxers aside, her gaze fixed on your erect, throbbing cock. "It looks so… so suckable."

"It would look even better inside me," Somi added.

"Please be quiet," Minjeong said. "I'm getting hungry. Yunjinie, hurry up."

"With pleasure."

Yunjin, looking you in the eyes, got on all fours and began to slowly crawl toward you, her hips swaying hypnotically and her ass looking like the eighth wonder of the world. She stayed in that position even as she settled between your legs, her beautiful face right in front of your balls.

You had to hold your breath when Yunjin flicked her tongue from between her full, perfect lips and planted it directly on the bottom of your scrotum.

"Oh lord have mercy…" you gasped.

Yunjin, her tongue fully extended, very slowly moved from the bottom of your balls, reaching the base of your shaft before continuing her ascent. You held your cock straight to make it easier for her, tempted to grab her by the nape of her neck and shove it into her mouth.

A small moan escaped you halfway up, and when her tongue finally reached the tip, she finished with a light flick on your urethra and gave your glans a sensual kiss.

"So tasty, fuck," Yunjin gasped, giving you an extra kiss on the back of your shaft. "I can't believe these hoes have been eating this for months."

"Yeah, and you better back off right now! We're still playing!" Minjeong said from her seat.

Yunjin reluctantly moved away from your cock and returned to her seat. You were left breathing heavily, so hard you felt like you were going to explode.

"Are you sure we want to keep playing, Minjeong-ah?" Somi asked.

"Stop being such crybabies! We haven't even gotten to the black cards yet. Things are going to get interesting, I promise."

Minjeong was next to spin the bottle. It landed on Somi first, then on… you.

Damn.

"Poor bastard," Aeri said with a giggle, trying not to fall over on her side from the sudden dizziness that washed over her. "You won't get a moment's rest."

Somi quickly grabbed a card. A mischievous giggle escaped her lips.

"Use one of your feet to massage the other person's balls while they masturbate, staring at you for one minute," she read.

You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. If Minjeong had written all those dares, which was likely, that girl certainly had more in common with Lucifer than you'd imagined.

"Would you come here, darling?" Somi asked. "It seems to me you've been sitting there for too long."

Somi was right. It would be worse for you if you stayed seated, because in the long run you'd either get drowsy or find it incredibly difficult to exert yourself physically later.

So you stood up. You wobbled a bit during the first few steps, but you managed to stand beside Somi without much trouble.

Her eyes went straight to your cock. She leaned back slightly, propped herself up on her elbows, lifted one leg, and brought her foot close to your balls, just like when Yunjin had to do the same with Aeri. A shiver ran through your body as her toes made contact with your balls, still slightly damp with Yunjin's saliva.

"Minjeong-ah, set the time," you gasped. Somi was gently stroking your balls.

"Put your hand on your cock first."

You let out a heavy exhalation and obeyed. Minjeong gave you the green light then.

As you began to rub your cock up and down, you met Somi's gaze and held it. She moved her foot as the dare required, with slow, deep strokes to knead your balls. You took a deep breath. The dare didn't specify how quickly you had to jerk off, so you opted for a slow rhythm that wouldn't wreak havoc on you.

Even so, it felt like you were being burned alive from the inside. Somi's gaze was intense. Piercing. And the way she moved her foot against your balls was perfect, with a technique almost as good as Seulgi's. As if that weren't enough, Somi started moaning. Maybe on purpose, just to torture you. But she was visibly aroused.

"Jesus Christ, how much longer, Kim Winter?" you murmured, involuntarily moving your hand a little faster on your shaft.

"Ten seconds."

Quickly, Somi spat in her hand, lubricated her other foot, and switched places, now massaging your balls with the new wet sensation. You started jerking off even faster, moaning to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"And… time!" Minjeong said. "God, it's starting to get hot in here."

"Oh, you think so?" Aeri asked.

Somi lowered her foot and let you quickly return to your seat. Had you stayed there, you wouldn't have been responsible for how you would have acted towards her.

"Hurry up and spin the fucking bottle," you said.

"Uhhh, I love it when you talk like that," Aeri giggled. "Yes, daddy!"

Aeri spun the bottle. It landed on Minjeong first, then on Somi.

Minjeong picked a card.

"Join another person to eat the target's tits and kiss their stomach simultaneously for forty seconds," Minjeong read aloud, her gaze immediately shifting to you. "How much do you want to eat a nice pair of tits, daddy?" she asked with a giggle.

"God, I'm dying for it," you replied. "But she has to take off her bra, then."

Somi immediately lay down on the floor, legs outstretched and propped up on her elbows, reaching behind her back to undo her bra with a single, agile movement. In doing so, she revealed what you dared to think were the most beautiful pair of tits you'd ever seen. Literally perfect shape and size. The kind of anatomical specimen a Renaissance painter could have immortalized in one of their most illustrious works.

"Fuck, look at that," Minjeong said, standing up almost at the same time as you. You both knelt on either side of Somi. "I think I've just fallen in love."

"And there's enough for both of you," Somi said with a proud little smile. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

You lay down on your side, propped up on one elbow. Minjeong did the same. Together, as soon as Aeri signaled that the timer was set, you brought your mouths to one of Somi's breasts, eliciting a moan from her.

You were sure you'd never felt anything like Somi's breasts in your mouth. Her rosy nipples were soft and small, easy to manipulate, and her mound felt like holding a soft cloud, so squishy you wanted to shove it all in your mouth. You licked the nipple on your side eagerly, leaving kisses and noisy sucks, while Somi stroked the hair at the nape of your neck, letting out soft moans.

Unfortunately, you didn't have much time, and the dare was clear. So, after spending what you thought were twenty seconds on her breasts, you and Minjeong—perhaps a little out of sync—moved down to her perfectly toned, rock-solid abdomen, planting a series of kisses around her navel. Somi, purely on instinct, spread her legs wide, feet flat on the ground, innocently believing that you would then go down on her.

"Time!" Aeri said loudly, much to Somi's dismay. A cracked voice came out when she said it, which made Yunjin burst out laughing.

The three of you weren't so amused. Somi looked at you, panting, as you stopped kissing her body and knelt above her.

"One more turn of red cards and we move on to the black ones," Minjeong said, and rather impulsively took off her bra and panties, leaving herself completely naked. "I can't stand how horny I am anymore."

Just like Minjeong, Aeri took off her underwear. Hopefully, you looked behind you only to find Yunjin also removing her panties and bra. Seeing her bare ass was like seeing a unicorn for the first time. Finally, next to you, Somi quickly took off her panties and put them in your hand. They were wet.

"Here, a little gift," she said, winking at you. "Keep them."

"Back to your seats, quick," Aeri urged you.

You and Minjeong returned to your seats. Now it was Somi's turn to spin the bottle. It landed first on you, then on Aeri. You hurried to grab a card.

"You must rub a part of your body of your choice against the other person's bare ass for thirty seconds," you read aloud.

Aeri put her legs up on the sofa, turned her back to everyone, and bent forward, holding the backrest with her back perfectly arched and her ass perfectly exposed to you and the girls. Her glistening pussy shimmered in the overhead lights. You left Somi’s panties in your seat, stood up and walked over to stand right behind her.

You snapped your fingers in front of Minjeong's face, who was mesmerized watching you hold your cock and bring it closer to Aeri's ass. She blinked and looked at you.

"Hey, the timer, dummy," you said.

"Oh, right. Okay… go."

Aeri was looking at you over her shoulder as you grabbed her by the waist and positioned your cock against her left buttock. You started rubbing the tip of your cock up and down her smooth, creamy skin. You both gasped. Aeri gripped the backrest tightly, breathing deeply, twisting her hips slightly to maximize contact against your shaft.

After a few seconds, you went from rubbing your tip to rubbing the entire back of your shaft against both her buttocks and her ass rack. Aeri, like a cat in heat, moaned and arched her back further, hoping that maybe you'd realized you were completely unaware of the game and decided to fuck her once and for all. But your willpower was ironclad.

"Alright, that's enough," Minjeong put her phone aside and pushed you by the stomach away from Aeri. "Black cards."

You were next, so you hurried to your side and spun the bottle, not even bothering to sit back down. Aeri was pointed to first, then Yunjin. Aeri picked a card, this time from the black deck.

"Oh fuck, this must be my lucky day," Aeri said. "The other person has to eat your ass while you masturbate them. The dare ends when one of you cums."

"Hey… can I touch myself a little while we watch?" Somi asked, biting her lower lip, watching as Yunjin stood up and walked toward the main sofa. You could only see her huge ass as she swayed it with every step.

"No way!" Minjeong said. "We all suffer equally here."

Yunjin lay down on the sofa next to Aeri, one foot on the floor and the other leg extended. Aeri understood perfectly what she had to do and straddled her, facing away from her, adjusting herself until her ass was right over Yunjin's face, her face level between the redhead's legs. Since there was no timer, Aeri didn't wait before lowering her ass onto Yunjin's face and reaching for her pussy to rub her clit.

The first moans soon filled the room, raising the level of arousal for all of you. Aeri's whimpers were the most prominent, as her mouth wasn't fully occupied compared to Yunjin's, who, squeezing her buttocks, was devouring Aeri's asshole with the hunger you knew short-circuited the Japanese woman.

The situation demanded it, so you quickly stood up—a bad mistake, as you felt a little dizzy—and turned off one of the sets of ceiling lights, leaving only the dimmer, secondary lights on. This gave the entire apartment a more intimate atmosphere, in keeping with what you all knew was about to happen.

Aeri moved her wrist faster, her fingers making quick circles on Yunjin's clit, moaning louder and louder at the high-level cunnilingus she was receiving. You had no idea who was closer, as Yunjin was also twisting her hips. In the end, Aeri's weak spot won out.

"Oh my god!!" Aeri squealed, grinding her trembling hips against Yunjin's face.

She should have stopped right then, but like the good samaritan she was, she kept rubbing Yunjin's clit—not without spitting a little on it first—until the redhead came beneath her, her lower body twitching in slight spasms that subsided after a few seconds.

"Guys, I swear to God, I don't know how much longer I can hold out," said Somi, who no longer knew how to position herself on the floor to stop the tingling in her groin from torturing her. You were more used to the sensation, unfortunately against your will thanks to some clients with… peculiar tastes.

"You just have to hold out until after your turn, honey," said Minjeong.

"I'm going to spin the bottle for Yunjin," you said, seeing that she and Aeri were still on top of each other, catching their breath.

When you spun the bottle, it landed on Minjeong and then on you. Minjeong hurriedly grabbed a card.

"The other person must penetrate your pussy with three fingers while you give them oral sex for one minute," Minjeong read.

You jumped up from the couch—same mistake again—and stumbled over to Minjeong, snatched the phone from her hand to set the one-minute timer yourself, and shoved your cock straight into her mouth.

Minjeong accepted your shaft into her warm mouth with a hungry moan, taking more than half of it in one thrust. Panting, you spread her legs and moistened three of your fingers with saliva, then wound them between her wet folds, rubbing them up and down and slowly forcing them inside her walls.

Minjeong squealed with pleasure around your cock, sucking harder, louder, her head pumping through almost every inch as you pushed your fingers deep into her pussy and started moving your wrist.

"Oh my god, I want to die!" Somi shrieked from somewhere to your left.

Yunjin and Aeri had already moved away from each other, but not before sharing a brief but sensual kiss. Yunjin returned to her place, watching intently as you slowly fucked Minjeong's pussy with three fingers while she sucked your cock, gripping your thighs with her hands.

Seconds ticked by, and Minjeong soon coated your entire cock with a thick layer of saliva, which she slurped back up with each pump of her head. With twenty seconds left, you were moving your wrist faster and faster. Consequently, the moans of the short-haired redhead grew louder, but she didn't stop pumping her head for a moment.

"Fuck, she's so good," Yunjin commented from behind you.

"Oh, don't even mention it," you gasped, the veins in your arm bulging from how fast you were moving it with only ten seconds left.

Aware of the time, Minjeong made one last effort and took you deep into her throat, gagging herself a little with all the saliva and the amount of meat in her mouth. You left your fingers buried deep and groaned, curling them upward to caress the upper walls.

Minjeong's phone alarm signaled the end of the dare.

Minjeong pulled you out of her mouth with a sharp breath, strands of saliva connecting the tip of your cock to her lips and chin. You pulled your fingers out and took a step back.

"I don't know who's next to spin the bottle, but for God's sake, hurry up," you muttered under your breath.

"It's my turn, move out of the way, idiot," Minjeong shoved you aside with a push to your thigh.

You returned to your place as Minjeong spun the bottle. Somi and Yunjin. The blonde girl picked a card.

"The other person must lick your clitoris until you orgasm or three minutes have passed," Somi read, before placing the card on the table. "Come here, beautiful."

Somi leaned back and, once again, propped herself up on her elbows to spread her legs wide, offering her pretty pink pussy on a silver platter for Yunjin.

Yunjin crawled towards her and got on her hands and knees between her legs, her hands tucked under her thighs before planting her mouth directly between her folds. Somi moaned in relief and clutched Yunjin's hair as she devoured her pussy the way she'd surely been longing for this whole time.

You had the perfect view from behind: Yunjin's perfect ass, raised high, so delicious you wanted to go there and bury your face between her cheeks. To avoid it, you exchanged glances with Minjeong and Aeri. The latter, now recovered and reclining on the sofa, looked back at you and gave you a signal that was more than clear: jerk off. You looked at Minjeong, who nodded.

Without them needing to insist, you reached for your cock and began to slowly rub it up and down. Minjeong and Aeri followed your lead, both bringing their hands to their pussies to touch themselves without drawing too much attention.

Somi didn't even come close to noticing what you were doing. How could she? Yunjin was eating her pussy with such fervor that the constant tapping of her tongue and the sensual kisses between her folds reached your ears without any problem. Her head hung back, clutching one breast with one hand and gripping Yunjin's head with the other.

"Fuck… you know what?" Minjeong said loudly. "Screw the game. You, come here."

That was directed at you. You stood up—slowly at first this time, since the last two times you'd nearly fallen on your ass like an idiot—and strode over to the girls. The first thing you did was grab Aeri's face and smash your lips against hers.

Aeri met your lips with a long, relieved moan. Her hand, along with Minjeong's, went to your shaft and slowly rubbed it up and down. One stayed on top, the other went down a little further to stroke your balls. You put your hands to work too, one to play with Aeri's nipples and the other to rub Minjeong's pussy up and down.

After kissing Aeri for a solid minute, you pulled away from her lips and immediately received Minjeong's. Aeri then took your cock by the shaft and brought it to her mouth, sucking on the tip. At that same moment, you both heard Somi let out a high-pitched squeal, followed by a guttural growl. Yunjin had definitely brought her to orgasm.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" Somi demanded after a few seconds. She sounded flustered.

"Didn't you hear?" Yunjin asked. "The game's over. Minjeongie declared it."

"Oh, I didn't hear a thing."

"Of course you didn't."

From what little you could hear, those two were now kissing.

Aeri sucked harder on your cock, her lips further and further away. Minjeong pulled away from your lips, and just then Aeri took you out of her mouth so that now they were both joining in, licking and kissing the sides of your shaft. You groaned and put your hands behind your back, watching as they took turns sucking your cock.

"Who's going to get their pussy pounded first?" you asked, one hand cupping each of their faces.

"It should be me," Aeri said, giving you little kisses on the back of your cock while Minjeong sucked on your tip. "This bitch took her little game too far."

"At least it was fun," you said.

Minjeong popped you out of her mouth.

"Right? You guys are so fucking boring and impatient!"

"Funny coming from you," Aeri gave her a disdainful look.

"Shut up, both of you, please," you took Aeri's hand. "You bring that pussy over here."

Aeri took your hand and stood up, only to turn around and kneel on the edge of the sofa, bending forward and assuming the same position she'd been in a few minutes ago when you did the dare, ass up in the air, back arched, and hands gripping the backrest. Minjeong remained kneeling to one side, her face resting against one of Aeri's buttocks, watching intently as you took your cock, rubbed the tip between Aeri's plump folds, and slowly slid your shaft inside her.

"Ohhh my god I could cry from fucking happiness right now!" Aeri moaned, her head hanging between her shoulders.

"And I'd cry from envy," said Minjeong, watching as you slid every inch of your hard, throbbing meat inside Aeri, who let out a moan as you penetrated her to the very depths.

"Don't listen to Aeri, sweetheart," you said through gritted teeth, speaking to Minjeong though unable to tear your gaze away from how your shaft had disappeared between Aeri's perfect, round buttocks. "I had fun with the game, and it's really well done."

Minjeong giggled and blew you a kiss.

"Thanks, honey," she said, and gave Aeri a sharp slap on the buttock she was lying on, making her squeal. "Now hurry up and make her cum."

"I'd be delighted."

You gripped Aeri's waist with both hands and began pumping your hips back and forth, panting. Aeri's pussy, wet and warm inside, let you slide in and out smoothly, almost without friction. There was no need to let her get used to your length; in less than a minute you were already slamming your pelvis against her buttocks.

Minjeong leaned back against the sofa’s back and spent that time kissing Aeri. Out of curiosity, you glanced to your left for a moment. Somi and Yunjin were deep in their own world, now in a 69 position, with Somi on top. They were both eating each other out, but Somi kept giving you little glances from time to time.

You turned your attention back to Aeri.

You delivered another slap to the same buttock that Minjeong had left red seconds before and ran the same hand up her back to her hair, grabbing it in a ponytail and pulling it back. Aeri cried out in pleasure, her head now held back by you. Minjeong kissed her neck for a few seconds, then lay down on the sofa, positioned herself beneath Aeri's body, and propped herself up on her elbows to suck on her breasts.

"You've been starving for cock this whole time, baby? Hm?" you asked, shaking her body with each thrust.

"So fucking much, daddy!" Aeri squealed. "I live and breathe for that cock!"

You delivered another hard slap to her buttock, making her whimper. Minjeong adjusted her position and shifted horizontally relative to Aeri's body, leaving her face directly beneath Aeri's pussy as you pounded into her like a madman. She then stuck out her tongue and began licking her clit. Aeri went completely wild and quickly came seconds after.

"Mmmgh fuck yeah baby," you growled, squeezing one of her buttocks hard.

As Aeri writhed and moaned softly, almost breathless, you pulled your cock out of her pussy with a sudden jerk and thrust it into Minjeong's mouth, who moaned around the shaft. You repeated the process a few more times, penetrating Aeri's pussy all the way and then moving it to Minjeong's mouth.

After that brief moment, Aeri fell onto her side, careful not to hit the girl beneath her. Minjeong moved aside and lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, looking into your eyes.

"Do you want some too, baby?" you asked, tapping her face with your cock, dripping with Aeri's fluids.

Minjeong simply nodded silently, kissing your shaft and tip, her tongue swirling around it.

"Can I have some too?" a voice asked from behind your right shoulder.

Somi joined Minjeong on the sofa, straddling the redhead's body. Yunjin climbed on to your left, wrapping her arms and legs around Aeri, sharing a sensual post-orgasm kiss.

"If you can handle me fucking Minjeong first, then yes," you said, bringing your cock closer to both of their mouths.

"I can definitely do it," Somi said, and gave the tip of your cock a little kiss while Minjeong licked you from underneath. "This cock looks like it'll be worth the wait."

"It certainly does," Minjeong added. "But right now I'm going to be the one enjoying it," she looked at you. "Right?"

"That's right."

You climbed onto the sofa with the two of them. Somi made a move to get off Minjeong, but you grabbed her by the waist and shook your head.

"No, no, stay there," you said, looking directly at her pussy, which was piled right on top of Minjeong's, only a few centimeters further forward. "You'll save me some work later."

Somi looked at you over her shoulder, smiled slightly, and winked. So, as she turned to kiss Minjeong, you took your cock and guided it between Minjeong's open legs, plunging every inch between her tight—but already dilated by your fingers—walls.

Minjeong let out a moan against Somi's lips, and you groaned softly, one hand holding her thigh against her body as you rested deep inside her pussy. You began to move your hips, using your free hand to gently tease Somi's pussy, caressing up and down between her folds.

On the same couch but a couple of feet away, Yunjin was having Aeri eat her pussy. Aeri was facing away from you, so Yunjin was looking at you, her legs over Aeri's shoulders, calves intertwined behind her back.

"Like what you see, New York girl?" you asked, slowly finding your rhythm against Minjeong's pussy.

"Quite a sight, darling," Yunjin replied, her face contorting with each lick Aeri gave her. "I can't wait to be either of those two."

"Aeri's role isn't bad either," you commented.

"The good thing is you can play it whenever you want," Yunjin let her head fall back. "Mmgh fuck!!"

For the moment, you left Yunjin to her own devices and focused on what was your responsibility.

You were already going at a considerable pace, fucking Minjeong's pussy with strong, deep thrusts. The redhead was clinging to Somi's neck, both arms wrapped around her, moaning against her lips and occasionally letting the blonde girl kiss her neck, their breasts pressed together.

Since you couldn't slap Minjeong's ass in that position, Somi got the prize. Two slaps to her buttocks made her squeal with pain and pleasure. And seconds later, you intensified this last thing by slowly inserting two fingers into her pussy. Somi moaned and looked at you over her shoulder.

"Damn, you're quite versatile, aren't you?" she asked, watching you finger her pussy while simultaneously fucking Minjeong's at a completely different pace.

"I didn't get this far just because I have a big cock," you winked at her.

Demonstrating this, you thrust with all your might in and out of Minjeong, simultaneously fingering Somi's pussy with the same expertise.

"Oh god, he's good!" Somi whimpered.

"Tell me about it, fuck!" Minjeong moaned just after.

You continued fucking both holes for several long seconds. Minjeong was the first to cum, digging her nails into Somi's back. The blonde girl didn't hesitate to follow suit, cumming around your fingers and soaking them with the fluids that spilled a little from between her folds onto Minjeong's lower abdomen. Both were left trembling and shaking.

"Do you want me to replace my fingers with something else, sweetheart?" you asked, your fingers still inside Somi.

"Oh my god, yes, please!" Somi replied desperately, looking at you over her shoulder.

You would never dare to play with the desperation of a poor, horny girl, so you quickly pulled out of Minjeong, grabbed Somi by the waist, and pulled her until her pussy was right above the redhead's. You kept one hand on her ass to guide your cock inside her.

Somi rolled her eyes back and opened her mouth, gasping a loud breath, her chest heaving and her tits hanging over Minjeong's face, who stared at them mesmerized until she took one into her mouth. The blonde girl was completely speechless as you slid into her suffocating pussy, which made you clench your jaw, until she let out a long, sensual moan when you were balls deep inside her.

"Mmmgh what the fuck!" Somi whimpered. "You're so fucking deep!"

With both hands on her small but firm, round ass, you slowly began pumping your hips, feeling every tiny squeeze and every texture of her delicious pink pussy, its grippy walls clinging to your shaft as if they didn't want to let go.

"And you're going to make my cock explode," you growled. "What the hell is this pussy?"

"The best you'll ever have, of course," she said with a giggle, which was quickly cut short when you gave her another smack on the ass. Aeri and Minjeong would have been mad by that statement, but they were both too busy with other things. Aeri was wildly scissoring with Yunjin, now a little closer to you three, and Minjeong was sucking on Somi's tits.

"Well, you're not far off," you said, increasing the pace of your thrusts. "I could fucking fill it completely right now and I'd be thrilled."

"Oh, really?" Somi stared at you intently over her shoulder. "I was hoping my tits would make for a more appealing canvas for you, daddy."

You smirked, placed one hand on her lower back, and with the other, gripped the back of her neck, slamming your pelvis violently against her little ass.

"I like the way you think," you said, pressing down on her lower back, then grabbed a handful of her hair. "Will you give me your number at the end of the night?"

"Make me cum a couple of times, and we'll see if you earn it."

"It'll be a piece of cake."

Somi let out another moan as you gave her hair a sharp tug. You slammed her pussy from behind for several long seconds. Minjeong held her by the waist, squeezing her ass for you whenever she had the chance, and never stopping covering Somi's tits with saliva. The slapping sounds filled the big room.

"Mmmgh fuck fuck yes!" Somi whimpered, her tits bouncing over Minjeong’s face. "Just like that, daddy, just like that, daddy! I'm gonna cum all over your fucking cock, daddy!"

Moments after saying that, Somi fell silent, her face frozen as her lower body erupted in spasms and intense tremors. Her pussy tightened even more around your cock, making you groan softly as you considerably slowed your pace, letting her enjoy her orgasm.

Then, without warning, you pulled out of Somi's pussy and thrust your cock, slick with her fluids, back inside Minjeong, making her moan with pleasure against one of Somi's breasts. Holding her legs spread wide behind her, you fucked her like that for about a minute until you pulled out again.

"Lie on your back on top of her," you instructed Somi, feeling that you were about to cum.

Somi changed position and lay down just as you'd told her. Minjeong immediately hugged her and clung to her heavy breasts. Both of them spread their legs wide, their feet touching. The sight was a work of art, as they both gazed at you with eyes full of desire, waiting for you to fuck their pussies.

"You're both fucking gorgeous," you said, your cock in your hand. "Why don't you kiss for daddy?"

Without a word, Somi turned her head and met Minjeong's lips, melting into a fiery kiss whose sole purpose was to put on a show for you.

You guided your cock back inside Minjeong, since you'd left her hanging a few seconds before. The redhead moaned against Somi's lips. You grabbed her thighs and resumed your frenzied thrusts. Seconds later, you pulled out of her and moved into Somi's pussy, your thrusts making her beautiful tits bounce wildly.

The switching between their pussies was constant; no more than ten seconds would pass before you were fucking the other's pussy. Far from bothering them, this drove them both wild. Minjeong came first under Somi, without much room to writhe comfortably but still able to enjoy her orgasm. A bit later, Somi followed, arching her back over Minjeong's chest and letting out sensual moans to the ceiling.

You were next. You could already feel the tingle, so you thrust into Somi's sensitive pussy for a few more seconds, then pulled out and knelt to their right, the tip of your cock against one of Somi's nipples as you quickly masturbated.

Yunjin, recovered and a little disheveled now, quickly approached and peeked around the side of Minjeong and Somi's heads just as you exploded on the blonde girl's tits, a guttural groan scraping your throat. Spurt after spurt hit each of Somi's breasts, leaving them painted with the whitish, viscous liquid.

"Oh fuck, he cums a lot…" Yunjin said, watching as you let a few more drops out onto Somi's cleavage.

"I take my job pretty seriously," you said, trying to catch your breath. "That includes eating really well before situations like this."

"So you already knew we were going to end up like this?" Somi asked. Her semen-covered chest rose and fell violently.

"Any similar event in this house ends the same way," Minjeong said, comfortably settled beneath Somi's body. "He's used to it."

You brought your cock closer to Yunjin's face.

"Wanna clean up?" you asked.

Yunjin bit her lower lip, half-smiling.

"Mmm, yeah, why not?"

You let out a small moan as Yunjin brought those perfect lips closer and trapped the tip of your cock between them. Somi joined in from the side, peppering kisses along the side of your shaft as Yunjin moved her mouth further and began to suck you clean. Her lips felt amazing, but the best part was holding her gaze as she did her work.

What a fucking hot woman.

Yunjin pulled you out of her mouth with a little kiss on the tip.

"You're missing it there," you pointed to Somi's breasts.

"Wait!" Minjeong said quickly. "I want some too!"

With some effort, Minjeong slid out from under Somi, falling to the floor and then kneeling up. Then, along with Yunjin, she started licking the cum off Somi's breasts.

Aeri came out of the hallway that led to the dorms. You hadn't even noticed her get up and leave. She was carrying a small bottle of what you knew was lubricant in her hand. When she was a moderate distance from you, she tossed it to you. You caught it in mid-air.

"It's up to you what you do with that," she said, putting her hands on the back of the sofa to watch what was happening. "Oh wow."

"Mmm, so delicious," Yunjin looked up at you. "Girls, would you lend him to me for a little while?"

"For you alone?!" the other three said in unison.

"It's our first time," Yunjin said, getting up from the sofa. "It would be only fair if you let me try him out a little."

"They don't have to let you do anything," you said. "It's my decision," you looked at Minjeong specifically, eyebrows raised. "Right?"

Minjeong rolled her eyes.

"I guess."

Then you looked at Aeri.

"I don't care. I just want you to break my ass later," she said.

Finally, you looked at Somi.

"I want you for myself too," she said. "Right after her."

"Deal."

With that, you stood up, went to Yunjin's side, and took her hand to lead her to the other sofa, the one tucked into a corner of the apartment and shaped like a semicircle, right in front of the window that spanned that entire wall. You threw the lubricant bottle near one edge and sat down first, slumped down with your knees spread apart in the middle. Yunjin joined you on your right, sitting on her hip with her legs tucked up on the sofa, and allowed you to pull her close and kiss her.

Yunjin's lips felt as good as they looked, as soft and fluffy as two cotton balls. She let you taste them as much as you wanted, but she never relinquished control of the kiss. Even so, she didn't seem to want to establish too much dominance over you, so the kiss felt more like a constant push and pull where you both held the reins. It was perfect. Most girls were either very dominant or very passive. Yunjin was right in the middle.

You pulled her closer, one arm behind her waist. Her small breasts pressed against your chest. Yunjin lifted a thigh over yours, first just her knee, then pushing herself closer, rubbing her wet pussy against your skin. A small moan escaped you as she took your cock in her hand, pulled away from your lips to kiss your neck, and began slowly rubbing it up and down.

"Mmm, you're so hot," she whispered against your neck, before giving you a little nibble.

"You're not bad yourself," you gasped, sliding your hand from her waist to her ass to squeeze one cheek while glancing in the direction of the other girls. None of them were paying you any attention; Minjeong had gotten hold of one of her many dildos, so they were having enough fun on their own.

"Why don't we put that pretty little mouth of yours to the test, huh?" Yunjin asked close to your ear. Her hand felt so good that you were constantly throbbing inside it. "It'll be a fair exchange, since it turns out I really want to gag on that cock of yours."

"Come here, then."

You gently pushed her away and lay down along the sofa. Yunjin turned her back to you and straddled your chest, slowly moving back until her masterpiece of an ass was right in front of your face. Then, Yunjin bent forward and made a final adjustment, positioning her calves above your arms. This way, she planted her pussy right over your mouth and simultaneously took your cock into hers.

It didn't take Yunjin ten seconds before she was moaning around your shaft, almost completely buried in her mouth. You had her by the buttocks, giving them continuous squeezes as you traced up and down between her folds with your tongue. She pumped her head up and down, one hand on the head of your shaft and the other on your thigh.

More moans reached your ears, but they weren't just Yunjin's; Somi, Aeri, and Minjeong must have been having a blast, but you couldn't peek in to see what was going on. What you did know was that the loudest moans were Minjeong's, leading you to believe she was the focus of the other two's attention.

You squeezed Yunjin's buttocks tighter and took a short breath before plunging in, devouring her pussy like a hungry hyena. Yunjin whimpered with pleasure around your shaft, but she didn't let go. On the contrary, she pumped her head harder, deeper, making gag-like sounds each time she reached the bottom.

The sensation was overwhelming, as her body felt stupidly good on top of yours. You wrapped both arms around her waist in a hug that pressed her skin even closer to yours. Yunjin pulled you out of her mouth for a moment and let her moans bloom as she kissed your cock all over.

"You fucking bastard, you know how to use that fucking tongue, fuck!" she growled.

In response, you gave her a hard slap across the ass. Yunjin groaned again and took you back into her mouth, pumping frantically for a couple of seconds before pulling out and proceeding to fiercely jerk you off, her whimpers of pleasure drowning out those of the other girls.

"Keep going, baby, mmmgh!!" Yunjin squealed, her hand racing up and down your cock at a speed that made your hips twitch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Yunjin exploded onto your mouth without warning, convulsing over you. Her ass pushed against your face, now buried between her soft buttocks. Yunjin ground against every fucking feature of your face, making sure you caught every drop of delicious juice that seeped from her folds. She muffled her moans over your cock.

"Shit, I want you inside me right now," she said seconds later, kissing the back of your shaft and your balls. Then she straightened her back and sat down fully on your face. "Can I ride you first, cutie?"

You could do nothing but nod, as your vision was obstructed, as was your mouth.

Yunjin immediately got off your face and adjusted her position over you, now facing you, her thighs on either side of your waist. Finally, you could see what was happening on the other side of the room. Somi was fucking Minjeong, legs spread, sitting on her lap, with the dildo, and at the same time, she was eating Aeri's pussy, standing in front of them, almost sitting on Somi's face.

Yunjin grabbed your chin and made you look at her.

"Hey, eyes on me, cowboy," she said, sitting right on top of your cock, pressing it between her folds. "You want to watch closely while I do this."

You stared into Yunjin's eyes as she lifted her hips, grasped your cock with one hand, and impaled herself on it. Her face twisted with pleasure, but she held your gaze as your cock slid into her silky pussy. You both let out a moan as her ass rested against your pelvis.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this," Yunjin closed her eyes, breathing deeply, one hand on your chest.

"Does it feel good?" you asked, your hands moving to her wide hips.

"Ridiculously good," Yunjin moved upward and moaned immediately. When only your tip was inside, she thrust back down. "Oh my god!"

You let Yunjin go at her own pace, one hand on her thigh and the other moving up to squeeze one of her breasts, her nipple erect between your fingers. She dedicated the first few seconds to herself, slowly riding every inch of your cock. You benefited too, because that way you felt in exquisite detail the way her silky walls caressed you from the inside.

"Fuck this is so good," Yunjin leaned forward and placed her hands on the sofa on either side of your head. She started moving faster. "Mmmgh!"

You slid your hands down to her ass, squeezed it, and helped her move faster and faster on your shaft. Her hip movements were perfect. Not as prodigious as Minjeong's, of course. But Yunjin sure knew how to shake that damn ass. You let her know that when you growled and gave her a sharp slap on the butt.

Yunjin now collapsed completely on top of you, her red hair all over your face. She cupped your cheeks and kissed you. Then, in a moment that took you completely by surprise, she started twerking on your cock. You didn't know how girls did that shit, and you never would, but damn it felt good.

"Holy fuck, you sure know how to shake that damn ass, huh?" you asked against her lips. You had her by the waist while she worked her magic on your cock.

"Does it feel good for you?" Yunjin asked back. "Because for me it feels fucking nuts."

"You don't even have to say it, fuck," you growled, and delivered another slap to her ass that made her moan just inches from your face.

Yunjin entered a kind of trance and shook her ass faster on your cock. You wrapped your arms around her, panting. You admired her beautiful face, contorted with pleasure. A minute later, Yunjin suddenly stood up, placed her hands on your abdomen, and began bouncing on your cock, her hair whipping around and covering her face.

"Oh my goddd!!" she squealed before throwing her head back.

"Are you going to cum on that fucking cock, baby?" you asked.

Yunjin nodded desperately, now leaning back, her hands on your knees, still bouncing.

"I'm going to cum on this fucking cock so fucking hard!" Yunjin squealed. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuck!!"

Yunjin's entire lower body erupted in tremors and spasms, her thighs squeezing your waist tighter. Yunjin ground her hips back and forth, savoring her orgasm in a paralyzing silence, her pussy squeezing you. Now she felt warmer inside.

Her climax took a while to dissipate, but as soon as it did, Yunjin leaned towards you and planted a kiss on your lips.

"Now fuck me from behind, handsome," she said. "Don't hold back. Pull my hair, slap my ass, treat me rough, and above all, fuck me hard. I'm fucking yours."

You were stunned for a second. You blinked a few times.

"Fuck…"

Yunjin got off you and settled on her hands and knees behind your head. You sat up and positioned yourself behind her as she spread her knees, raised her huge ass high, and propped herself up on her elbows. Yunjin tossed her red hair to one side and looked at you over her shoulder, watching intently as you placed a hand on her ass and thrust your balls deep inside her pussy.

Your suspicions were correct from the start: that woman on all fours looked ridiculously hot. You couldn't help but enjoy the view as you began pounding her pussy from behind, hard from the beginning, just as she had asked. Yunjin clutched a cushion and placed it under her head, muffling all her moans against it.

First, you left your hands on her ass, squeezing it. Then you delivered sharp slaps to each cheek, now burning hot with the marks of your five fingers. Yunjin screamed into the cushion. You then grabbed a handful of her long, red hair and pulled it back, using only that grip to thrust hard and fast in and out of her pussy.

"My god, I could fuck you like this for hours, mmgh!" you groaned.

After a minute, Yunjin came with a muffled cry, but as her body erupted in spasms and threatened to push you out, you moved forward and let her lie partially on her stomach, you still deep inside her and your grip still firm on her hair. Then you started pumping your hips up and down, fucking her prone, her ass slightly raised.

"Mmmgh you fucking!-… mmmghh!"

You dropped all your weight onto her, your chest against her back, and let go of her hair, only to grab her chin and make her look up. You fucked her like that for a few delicious seconds until she pushed her hips down onto your cock and came again, just as hard as before.

Yunjin burst into moans and you quickly kissed her, fucking her very slowly through her orgasm. Seconds later, when her orgasm subsided, you pulled away from her lips and looked into her eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked.

"Hm?" Yunjin raised her eyebrows. Her expression was stupidly cute.

"Can I cum on your face?"

"Are you going to fuck it first?"

You smirked.

"That was my idea all along."

"Then do it."

Yunjin gave you a quick lick on the lips before you stood up. She got off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of you, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out. You guided your cock inside and patiently pushed every inch in until the tip grazed her throat. Yunjin gagged a little against your shaft, but she took it perfectly. Then you gathered all her hair into a ponytail, held it, and started pumping your hips.

"Oh my god…" you gasped, unable to believe how good it felt.

With your grip on her ponytail tight and close to her scalp, you slapped Yunjin with your cock still in her mouth and increased the pace. Pushing every inch of throbbing flesh in and out of her mouth, your tip hitting her throat. Yunjin quickly became a sloppy mess, her saliva spurting thick jets from her lower lip, your balls slapping against her chin.

You soon felt dangerously close to your climax.

Now, more than just holding her ponytail, you were using it as a handhold to push her head against your cock every time you thrust forward. Yunjin gagged louder than she had so far. Her eyes filled with tears. You rolled your eyes back, completely overwhelmed by the sensation, until you felt so close you had to pull from inside her.

"Stick your tongue out, baby," you growled, rubbing your saliva-drenched cock at full speed.

Yunjin did. You masturbated over her ruined face, letting out a groan from the back of your throat as you exploded on top of her. It.

"Fuck!!" you groaned, your jaw clenched.

Yunjin received every spurt on every corner of her face. One across her nose, another across one cheek, another another across her forehead and part of her hair Not a single patch of skin remained uncovered or partially covered with your semen. A large portion even pooled inside her mouth. The result was a perfect work of art. Perhaps your magnum opus when it came to painting facial canvases.

"Damn… I'd love to take a picture of you and hang it in my bathroom," you said, panting heavily.

"Too bad I don't have my phone nearby…"

"I have the solution!"

Somi made her grand entrance behind you seconds later. She peeked her head over your shoulder, her chin resting on it, and wrapped her arms around you. In her hand, she held a Polaroid camera.

"Can I?" Somi asked.

Yunjin simply posed. She made two peace signs with her hands and pursed her lips in a duck face. Somi took the picture. She then took the Polaroid and handed it to you. The photo had come out perfectly.

"A damn work of art," you said, showing the photo to Yunjin.

"Treasure it well," Yunjin said. "And if you leak it anywhere, I'll sue you and ruin your life."

You laughed.

"I'm not that kind of jerk, don’t worry," you said, placing the Polaroid on the sofa. "Besides, I have a lot to lose. So it wouldn't happen anyway."

"Are you two done?" Somi asked, her hands behind her back, her chest swaying from side to side. Behind her, Minjeong was fingering Aeri while Aeri was eating her out from below.

"Only for now," Yunjin said. "Are you going to come clean me up or what? You'd be returning the favor."

"Fuck, sure."

Somi knelt in front of Yunjin, wrapped her arms around her waist, and without hesitation, stuck out her tongue to lick the cum off her face. Several times their tongues met in a kiss. But Somi didn't stop until she had swallowed every last drop of cum that was on Yunjin's face.

"That's a good girl," you said from behind them.

Somi turned to face you with a small smile.

"Can we finally have some fun alone together, daddy?" she asked with a playful tone of voice.

"Sure," you looked at Yunjin. "Would you mind, darling?"

"Not at all," Yunjin stood up and gave you a little kiss on the cheek. "You still have one hole left to fuck, just so you know." "So I'll wait for you with Aeri-chan."

With that said, Yunjin walked past you and went to join the girls. Somi, impatient, stood up and threw her arms around your neck, crashing your lips together, her heavy, perfect breasts pressed against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her waist and back, feeling every fiber of her sexy, toned body beneath your hands.

You quickly led her to the sofa, laying her down lengthwise with you on top. Somi opened her legs and trapped your torso between them. You kissed her for a long time, finding her kissing strangely addictive, and then you pulled away from her lips to focus on her long neck. There you scattered wet kisses and hungry bites.

"Mmmgh, are you going to eat my pussy, daddy?" Somi asked as you moved down to her breasts to suck on her nipples and kiss every inch of her soft skin.

"Is that what you want, sweetheart?" You asked, moving now towards her abdomen, as perfect as her breasts.

"Fuck yes please!" Somi moaned, a hand in your hair. You kissed her around her navel and on her lower abdomen.

You continued your trail of kisses until you were in front of her pussy. At that point in the night, with the energy so high, you weren't in the mood for foreplay and teasing, and you were sure Somi wasn't either. So, without wasting any time, you grabbed her thighs, pulled them towards her body, and started eating her pussy.

Somi gave your hair a not-so-subtle tug, arched her back, and let out a long moan. You looked up just to admire the beautiful sight of her chest lifted, her breasts bulging. Inevitably, you moved a hand up her abdomen to grab one and squeeze it.

"Higher, daddy… lick… mmmgh fuck yes, right there!" she whimpered, giving your hair another tug to push you against her pussy.

What you noticed during those couple of minutes was that Somi was quite particular and had very specific tastes about how she liked her pussy eaten. Luckily, you were able to pick up on it quickly. She liked having attention focused solely on the upper part of her slit, not just her clit, but that whole area in general, with exclusive use of your tongue, which you frantically hit up and down.

"Feels so good, daddy, mmghh!!" Somi squealed. "I'm going to… I'm going to…!"

Somi let out a squeal and closed her strong thighs on either side of your head as she came. The lock on your head felt like a fucking wrestling hold, as she used you to comfortably lift her hips and grind them against your face. She used so much force that it even made you crane your neck a little. However, you let her enjoy her orgasm however she wanted; your only job was to suck her off while she did.

Seconds later, Somi let go of your head and propped herself up on her elbows to look at you. She had picked up the bottle of lube you'd thrown away earlier.

"Is that delicious cock of yours ready to continue, daddy?" Somi asked, tilting her head. She showed you the bottle of lube. "I'd like to have it between my tits."

"Fuck, you couldn't like it more than I would," you said. "And yes, I'm pretty ready to continue."

"Alright, but important question: titjob or titfuck?"

Like asking if you preferred Mom or Dad. Shit.

"Titfuck," you replied, following your gut feeling.

"Correct answer," she said. "Giving titjobs is fucking exhausting. I'd rather leave the job to the man."

"Quite respectable," you said, rising to your knees and taking the bottle of lube from her hand. "Lie down."

Somi lay down completely and brought her breasts slightly together. You climbed on top of her, straddling her chest, uncapped the bottle of lube, and began pouring it liberally in circles over her breasts. Then you capped the bottle, tossed it aside, and proceeded to spread the lube with your hands.

"Look at those beauties, goddamn…" you murmured, squeezing her slippery, glistening breasts.

"Like them, daddy? Bring that cock over here."

Somi let you place your cock between her breasts before squeezing them together, eliciting a moan from you.

"My god…" you gasped, enjoying the sensation of having your cock nestled between that delicious meat sandwich. "I don't think I'll ever be able to thank Yeji enough for getting me into all this."

"I'm sure you won't," Somi said. "Not in three lifetimes."

She wasn't wrong, because all you could think as you started pumping your cock back and forth between her soft breasts was that your luck as a man was beyond absurd.

You let yourself go and followed your body's every command. You were slow at first, watching as her breasts engulfed your cock with every movement, your tip peeking out from the top.

"Does it feel good, daddy? Mmm?" Somi asked in a honeyed voice, then bit her lower lip.

You nodded vigorously, your hands behind your back, practically useless. Somi squeezed her breasts together tighter, pressing your shaft between them, and flicked her tongue out to lick your tip every time it peeked out. You took it as an invitation to go faster, and so you did. For the next couple of minutes, the only sounds besides the moans of the girls behind you were the wet sounds of the oil and friction, and your own moans.

You would have loved to cum again on that ridiculous pair of tits, but you still felt a bit far from your next climax, and you didn't want to spend another five minutes there, wasting energy and boring Somi. So, after a few more seconds, you pulled your cock out from between her breasts and brought it to her mouth. Somi propped herself up on her elbows and sucked you vigorously.

"Will you dick me down already?" Somi asked, giving you wet kisses on the head. "I couldn't help but watch you fuck Yunjinie. Just so you know, I expect the same treatment."

"And I expected nothing less."

You got off Somi's chest and knelt between her now wide-open legs. You wasted no time and slid your cock into her pussy with a single, smooth thrust.

Somi moaned, arched her back, and gave you a sexy smile before looking into your eyes.

"Hard, daddy," she moaned, letting you press her thighs against your abdomen. "Use me like a pathetic, cheap sex doll."

You bit your lower lip and began hammering her pussy with deep, violent thrusts that made her tits bounce as if they had a life of their own. Somi thanked you with loud whimpers, clinging to your wrists.

After a few seconds, you shifted all your weight onto your arms and fully pressed her thighs against her own body. This allowed you to thrust deeper and more comfortably, and it also made her feel tighter. But you knew you could do better, so you placed your feet on the couch on either side of her buttocks, her thighs beneath yours, and began pumping up and down, fucking her in a matting press position.

"Oh my gooood!!" Somi growled, digging her nails into your wrists.

"You like that, bitch?" you asked through gritted teeth, staring at her.

"I fucking love it!" she whimpered.

"Open your fucking mouth."

Somi, despite melting with pleasure, was a good girl and opened her mouth to let you spit in it. As soon as you did, you punctuated it with a sharp slap across her cheek that made her moan. Then you grabbed her chin tightly, forced her to look at you, and slapped her again, leaving her cheek red.

"Who's a fucking pathetic whore, hmmh?" you growled.

"I am!" Somi squealed. "Me!"

"And what fucking pathetic whore is going to cum on daddy's fucking cock?"

"ME, DADDY, ME!! MMMGHH!!"

Somi's legs trembled as if they were about to melt just before she exploded. You felt a trickle of something on your shaft, so you quickly pulled out of her pussy to let her squirt to her heart's content. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see a stream of squirt trace a perfect arc and land on the couch.

Moments later, you were back inside her. Somi moaned and rolled her eyes back as you continued fucking her like an animal.

"And who's going to cum twice on daddy's fucking cock?"

Somi grabbed a random cushion and put it over her face to scream with pleasure against it. Then, she grabbed your wrist and put your hand on the cushion. The order was clear, so you pushed the cushion down onto her face, suffocating her. Somi's pussy clenched like a thousand demons, and she whimpered against the cushion. It wasn't long before she came again.

You withdrew from her pussy again, and again Somi let out another gush of squirt as her lower body shuddered. Weaker this time, but enough to make a mess on the pretty, previously immaculate couch. You released her from your hold, kneeling back down. Somi's legs drooped, one stretched out on the couch and the other falling off, weak.

Somi pulled the cushion from her face and threw it to the floor. Her eyes met yours.

"What… the fuck… was that," she gasped.

"Did I earn that number, maybe?" you asked.

"Fuck, I'd rather you give me yours," Somi said. "That was fucking insane."

"Remind me in the morning," you said. "I'm free tomorrow night, by the way."

"I'll keep that in mind…" Somi glanced to the side. You followed her gaze to see Yunjin eating Minjeong's pussy. At the same time, Aeri was eating Yunjin's ass from behind. "Look at that, you have the perfect opportunity."

"Aren't you coming?"

"My legs are shaking, as you can probably tell," she said. "And the alcohol in my system has me seeing stars. So I think I'll rest for now."

"Whatever you prefer, sweetheart," you said, getting up from the sofa. "Good luck sleeping in that wet hole you left, though."

"I've been in worse places. You go and fuck Uchinaga's ass."

Somi waved goodbye and lay down on her side, curling up face-first against the back of the sofa. You grabbed the lube and went to join the girls. Aeri glanced at you as you approached. Minjeong had her eyes closed, captivated by how Yunjin was eating her out.

"It's about time, you damn cheater," she said, making you burst out laughing as you stood behind her.

"Better late than never, right?" You leaned down to grab her hips and plant kisses on each buttock. "Will you forgive me, my perfect-assed Japanese girl?"

"Only if you fuck my ass right now," Aeri said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Otherwise, I'll cry and go sleep in the hallway."

"I'm on it, woman."

You grabbed the bottle of lube and went through the same routine with her as always. First, you made her ass shiny and nice and slippery, then prepared her butthole with two fingers. When she was ready, you poured a little lube on your cock and had her spread her knees slightly so you could press the tip against her ass, slowly sliding in.

The moan Aeri let out against Yunjin's pussy caught her attention, and the redhead turned over her shoulder to look at you and then at Aeri.

"Pass me the lube," Yunjin said. "Minjeong and I will be ready for you."

You handed the small bottle of lube to Yunjin, who winked at you before getting to work with Minjeong preparing their asses.

Aeri let out another moan as your cock disappeared between her round buttocks. As you gradually increased your speed, you saw Yunjin let Minjeong insert a couple of fingers into her ass, making her moan along with Aeri. By the time the sound of your pelvis slapping against her ass was filling the apartment, it was Minjeong's turn to have her ass fingered.

When you were both ready, Minjeong stood up and knelt behind you, wrapping one arm around your chest and the other around your waist, scattering sensual kisses on your neck and shoulders. Yunjin got on her hands and knees, facing Aeri, cupped her face, and kissed her, letting her moans smother against her lips.

You slapped Aeri's ass a couple of times and turned your head to kiss Minjeong, your grip tight around the Japanese woman's waist. The thrusts were quick and frenzied, using every inch of your shaft to fuck Aeri's ass. She didn't take long to reach orgasm.

"Are you going to be next, baby?" you asked against Minjeong's lips while Aeri writhed in front of you.

"And you doubt it?" Minjeong asked. "After this, you owe me another date."

"I guess I can't refuse."

You pulled out of Aeri's ass and moved Minjeong aside so you could lie on your back on the sofa. Minjeong climbed on top of you, her back to you, and you pulled her by the waist so she lay on top of you, her back against your chest. Then, you grabbed her behind her knees to bring her legs together and hold them against her body with one arm. Finally, using your free hand, you slid your cock into her ass.

Yunjin got off the sofa and went behind you to settle in and partially sit on your face, not quite lowering her ass completely but leaving her pussy at the perfect height for you to lick it effortlessly. Meanwhile, Minjeong started letting out cute little squeals as you pumped up and down, your feet planted on the sofa, wrapping her legs around your body in a sort of full nelson position.

Aeri, not wanting to be left out, got on her hands and knees and proceeded to eat Minjeong's pussy while you fucked her ass wildly and also licked Yunjin's clit. Minutes later, Minjeong came all over your cock and Yunjin came on your face.

At that moment, there was no need to say anything more, as the three of you were absorbed in a bubble of pure lust and carnal desire. Minjeong got off you, and Yunjin took her place, straddling you again, only this time she planted her feet on the sofa and guided your cock into her ass, lowering herself very slowly, inch by inch, until she reached the bottom.

Yunjin soon began squatting on your cock. Her ass felt as good as Aeri's; it slammed against your pelvis violently, so hard that it took your breath away with each thrust. Minjeong and Aeri positioned themselves over your face and leaned in for a triple kiss, which soon became a quadruple kiss when Yunjin managed to lean forward and join them while still bouncing.

A minute later, after you had devoured each other's mouths, Yunjin finally came around your cock with a squeal.

"All three of you put your asses up for me," you said, feeling close to climax, watching Yunjin's legs tremble.

Yunjin got off you and let you stand. Aeri, Minjeong, and she got on their hands and knees on the sofa, their three glistening, slippery asses raised for you. You went in order. First Aeri, then Yunjin, and then Minjeong. You fucked each ass with the same force as the last, and you spanked them all hard, leaving your handprints on their skin.

By the time you were about to cum, you didn't choose any ass in particular. You just jerked off until you exploded all over the three of them. They weren't close enough together, so, while you groaned and felt your vision blur, you moved horizontally between their asses, leaving spurts of hot cum on their skin.

In the end, each of them was well-painted and satisfied.

"I… I can't take it anymore," you said, collapsing into a chair next to Aeri. That load drained all your remaining energy, and your exhaustion was compounded by your inebriated state. "Go to sleep."

The girls didn't have much more energy than you. The most composed was Minjeong, who took it upon herself to find wet wipes so you could all clean yourselves up as best you could. She was also the one who woke Somi and sent her to sleep in Rina's room. Yunjin, on the other hand, claimed Ning's room for herself.

Which left you alone with Minjeong and Aeri.

"Well, I think he should sleep with me," Aeri commented from the other side of the sofa.

"No way!" Minjeong protested. "He knows he should sleep with me, he owes me!"

"You've spent way more days with him than I have!" Aeri retorted.

The argument dragged on for a couple more minutes, but you weren't in the mood for that crap. Besides, you knew those two girls well; whatever your decision was, one of them wasn't going to be happy. You couldn't split yourself in half. And you couldn't clone yourself either.

"I think I'll sleep out here, girls," you said.

Their argument stopped abruptly. They both looked at you.

"Are you serious?" Minjeong asked, raising her eyebrows. You just nodded.

Minjeong rolled her eyes and, like the spoiled brat she was, stormed off to her room. Aeri seemed a bit more understanding, as she came over, kissed you on the forehead, and left without a word.

You were left alone making your makeshift bed, which consisted of a simple blanket Minjeong had given you and a couple of cushions from the sofa.

You were getting ready to drift off to sleep. However, about twenty minutes later, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Aeri peeked out from behind the back of the sofa to check if you were asleep, wrapped only in a blanket held above her chest. When she saw you were awake, she walked around the sofa and joined you.

You let her settle in with you and covered yourselves with your blanket and hers. Aeri snuggled up to you, her back against your chest, and you wrapped her in your arms, basking in her body heat. You gave her a little kiss on the shoulder, another on the neck, and finally one on the lips before you both fell asleep there.

The next morning you woke up alone, groggy in the morning light and with a headache that felt like nails were being hammered into your head over and over again. Aeri had most likely left long before, so no one would suspect she'd slept with you and not in her own room.

Your phone wasn't nearby, so the couch was your best friend during those excruciating ten minutes when you absolutely didn't want to get up. However, summoning a good amount of willpower, you did it. You went straight to where you knew the girls kept their medicine, grabbed an ibuprofen, and washed it down with a generous amount of ice water.

After partially dealing with your discomfort, you put on your boxers and pants and set about cleaning and organizing the absolute mess you'd left last night. The hardest part was dealing with the damn fluid stains, but luckily the girls were always prepared and had specific cleaning products for those situations.

An hour and a half later, with everything organized and somewhat clean, you put on your shirt, grabbed Minjeong's keys, and went out to the nearest Starbucks to get coffee and pastries for the girls and yourself. When you returned, you found Yunjin sitting on one of the kitchen stools, her hair tied in a high bun and wearing glasses. She was playing on her phone.

"Oh, good morning," she said, seeing you come in. "What did you bring there?"

"Breakfast," you said, putting the bags on the counter in front of her. "And coffee."

"Oh my god, you're so sweet," she said, taking out a cup of coffee and sipping it. She sighed. "I've been craving this thing since I woke up. Thanks"

"Over time, one develops the instincts to take care of you idols," you said, sitting down on the stool to her left.

"You certainly took care of me last night, and very well," Yunjin said as you took out a coffee and a lemon cake. "Although I'm a little sore now, I won't lie. One of your massages wouldn't hurt."

"Well, I have the whole day off," you said. "I can help you if you'd like," you said, taking a sip of your coffee.

Yunjin sighed and took a strawberry pie out of one of the bags.

"You may be free, but I'm not," she said. "I have a meeting with the girls and some executives later."

"Why?" You asked, taking a bite of lemon pie.

"World tour. We're finalizing the details. It's a real hassle," Yunjin opened the pie tin, took a spoonful, and put it in her mouth. "You should come see us. I'm sure we can give you backstage access."

You nodded.

"I'll consider it."

"Yes, please, and you can help Zuha out while you're at it. That girl needs someone to draw her out of her shell."

"I'll tell the girls to give you my number then, okay?"

"Great!"

You and Yunjin had breakfast together. When you finished, she got up from the stool. She had already packed her things.

"Well, I have to go now, darling," she said, before leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek. "Thanks for last night and for breakfast."

"It was a pleasure, sweetheart," you said. "Good luck today. Take care."

"Thanks, baby," Yunjin walked to the door, opened it, and looked at you over her shoulder. "Hope to see you again soon, my sweet American boy."

Yunjin winked at you, blew you a kiss, and left, closing the door behind her.

The girls woke up not long after, and they all made sure to show their gratitude for what you had brought them. You spent the rest of the day with them, just hanging out and watching silly things on TV. Somi let you get to know her better, and you even got to tell her the whole story about what happened on the Aespa tour with Irene.

And of course, you exchanged numbers.

It was in the middle of an intense and heated game of Monopoly when you received an annoying call on your phone. You stopped playing immediately, as it wasn't who you expected the call to be from.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Hey, I need you to come to the offices ASAP. Don't be late," said your HYBE contact on the other end of the line.

You didn't even have time to reply before he hung up.

"Everything okay?" Aeri asked, seeing that you were a little stunned.

"I mean…" you scratched the back of your neck. "I hope so. But I have to go right now."

"That means I win!" Minjeong celebrated, clapping her hands. "Ha ha!"

"Only God knows I would have kicked your ass if I hadn't had to leave," you said, standing up. "Take care, beauties."

You blew a kiss to everyone, grabbed your things, and stormed out of the apartment toward your car.

You drove at top speed—as fast as you could without getting a ticket—toward the HYBE offices. Upon arriving at the ominous building, you entered through the underground entrance, as usual. However, the security guard, seeing who you were, denied you entry.

"Your credentials indicate you should use the main parking lot, sir," he said. "Please turn around."

You sat perplexed in your car. Outside of JYP, no one had ever shown you that kind of courtesy, and that only made it seem even stranger.

With a knot in your stomach, you reversed and left the underground parking lot. You then went to the main parking garage, where they finally let you take a designated space.

Upon getting out of the car and entering the building's ground floor, the receptionist greeted you and showed you to the 22nd floor, one you'd never been to before, and then to a spacious meeting room with an oval table in the middle and a large screen on the far wall.

You waited there for about ten minutes until your contact from HYBE entered with another man behind him.

"Kid, this is my boss," the man said.

You stood up and shook hands with the man, a man in his fifties with gray hairs showing at the sides of his head.

Without mincing words, the man, who introduced himself as Minkyuk, asked:

"What would you say if I asked you to be LESSERAFIM's manager during their world tour?"

You were stunned.

"I… uhm," you swallowed. "Well, I’m honored, sir, but I'm not sure what it entails."

"I'll fill you in on the details later, I promise," he said. "For now, I just need a yes or a no."

You took a moment and breathed deeply, not knowing how the hell to feel. It was probably the job offer of a lifetime. As you pondered it, though, you couldn't help but think about all the work Jihye had to do during the Aespa tour. Were you really ready for that? You? A masseur who, by some twist of fate, ended up where he ended up?

Screw it, you'd think about it later. You only live once.

"Then I'll say yes," you said.

The man grinned from ear to ear.

"Fantastic!" he exclaimed. "Please follow me. I'll introduce you to the girls, and then we can discuss the details."

You followed the boss down the same hallway, then turned right. He led you to what appeared to be a dance practice room. Inside were five beautiful girls, practicing choreography. Yunjin was among them. As you opened the door, he entered before you.

"Girls," he said, and waited for one of them to pause the music. He stepped aside so you could see them. Yunjin couldn’t believe her eyes. "I want to introduce you to your new manager for the tour."

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You had never meant for it to get anywhere, to be something other than a way for you to earn some extra cash alongside your work. Student debt was killing you, but that was nothing new. It was killing all of the other nurses, as well. Still, it would have been nice to afford a proper meal at least once a day.

You mentioned it to a buddy of yours who off handedly suggested you start selling feet pictures. He was joking, of course. You hoped he was.

But it got you thinking of another friend who had gotten a sugar daddy and was now living life without any worries of her student loans. Gods, you would have lied if you said you hadn’t been jealous. So you reached out to her and she directed you to the site she had used, which was an immediate shock. Here, you could see multiple entries posted by sugar daddies and mommies alike, all of them in various ages and requirements for their sugar baby. You hesitantly filled out your own profile to be put on the site so others could see you.

Suddenly, it seemed too much. You didn’t want to compromise yourself or your body just for money. No offence to those who do, but a pit in your stomach told you that it wouldn’t be worth it.

Before you had a chance to close the site, you had gotten a message.

Your eyes flitted to the edge of the screen, a small pop-up message showing that a ‘Jack’ had written to you. Curious despite yourself, you clicked on his profile. There was no picture, weirdly enough. You couldn’t blame him, though, as you had also chosen to refrain from using a picture. You didn’t want any random people finding you or recognising you. Your name, you could handle people knowing, but your face was uniquely yours. You supposed this Jack felt the same way, or according to his message, he did.

JACK You also hesitant of these websites?

You paused, looking at his profile again. He had the ‘Sugar Daddy’ status, but nowhere did it say he was requiring anything sexual from you. It couldn’t hurt to reply, could it, right? Your fingers typed on your keyboard before you even had the chance to think about it.

YOU Yeah, is it that obvious?

He responded immediately, and it almost made you chuckle. This guy must really want to write with you.

JACK Takes one to know one, I suppose.

YOU What? Sceptical and cynical?

JACK You could say that.

YOU What are you doing here then?

JACK My therapist said I needed a hobby.

YOU Funny.

JACK I’ve heard I have a great sense of humour.

YOU You’re not at all what I was expecting from a man on this site.

JACK What were you expecting? A creepy guy only wanting to jack off to younger men?

YOU Kind of, how do I know you’re not one of those creepy guys?

JACK For one, I am not asking for anything like that. I respect whatever your wishes are.

YOU What are you asking for then?

JACK Company I guess.

YOU What, the people in your life aren’t company enough?”

JACK What is this, a job interview?

YOU Well, kind of. Since I am the one who will get paid in this.

JACK Touché. But then shouldn’t I be the one asking the questions huh?

YOU Guess you’re right, but it’s so much more fun if I am asking them.

JACK Fun for you maybe.

YOU Exactly.

JACK Okay. To be honest, I guess I’m a bit lonely. I don’t have a lot of time for people outside of my work and when I’m working all I’m thinking about is, well, work.

YOU So you are still working? What do you do?

JACK Of course, how old do you think I am?

YOU Do you honestly want me to answer that?

JACK Now that’s just rude. And I’m a doctor. Pays pretty well you know.

YOU That’s impressive. What position?

JACK Attending physician at the ER. Not a lot of people ask for what position you work as when you say you’re a doctor. You in the medical field yourself?

YOU Hmmm, I’m not sure I should tell anything personal about myself to a stranger.

JACK I told you, man.

YOU Well maybe you have less self preservation than I do. And here I thought with age comes wisdom.

JACK Good one. Maybe I want to get to know you.

YOU I hope you know that no matter wherever this goes, we will never actually meet.

JACK Wasn’t counting on it. Like you said, I’m only a stranger. And like I said, I respect your wishes, whatever they are.

YOU And you’re willing to pay me to just talk to you? Nothing else?

JACK Yeah, nothing else. I promise.

YOU It seems too good to be true. Why?

JACK Listen kid, I respect how careful you are. The truth is I don’t have anything good to else spend it on and I like taking care of people. Probably why I’m a doctor.

YOU Sounds about right. But why me specifically? Unless you have a group of younger guys you’re entertaining on the side?

JACK Oh god no. You’re the only one.

YOU I must be special, then.

JACK Kinda. I mean you are the only one I’ve properly written to on this website. You seem interesting.

YOU If you are trying to flatter me then you’ll have to come up with a better compliment than that.

JACK If I’m the one paying you shouldn’t you be the one complimenting me?

YOU Maybe when I find something worthy to compliment.

JACK You’re funny.

YOU I try. Listen, I hate to cut this short but I gotta go to work.

JACK Wait before you go. Give me your Venmo info.

YOU Why?

JACK How else do you expect me to send the money? Now come on.

YOU Well, thank you.

JACK It’s my pleasure, kid. Until next time.

You watched with awe as you get a notification from Venmo that five hundred dollars had been deposited into your account. This guy must really want this agreement with you to spend that much only on the first conversation. You weren’t one to complain, however, as you could finally treat yourself to a good meal. Thank fuck to whoever this Jack was, and thank fuck that your friend had set you up with the site.

Over the next few days, you got to know him better as you conversed. You had told him that you worked in paediatrics as a nurse, and you learnt that he worked nights, which left you little option when to message him, mostly before your shift, when his was ending, and after yours, when he had just woken up. He was easy to talk to and you enjoyed his sarcastic humour.

And he kept his promise, never pressuring you into doing anything more. However, you had noticed that Jack would occasionally address you with something that wasn’t strictly platonic but also not forthcoming enough to be discernible as flirting. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t flirting back.

It was simple and he was easy-going, and charming. Whatever ego Jack has, he wore it real well. He was cocky but not arrogant, and a little self-deprecating. And gods did he know how to bring a stupid smile to your face. Your conversation flowed easily enough that you didn’t even have to think about what to respond to him.

You still couldn’t help but wonder why he had chosen to talk to you, out of all the other applicants, who actually were willing to do more than platonic stuff.

You chose to ask him that a week later, one night after your shift, when you had arrived home and successfully crashed on your bed.

YOU I still can’t really get over why you chose to talk to me specifically. I mean, I’m sure there are lots of other guys vying for your attention?

His reply came only a few minutes later. He had told you that he worked nights, so you guessed he was writing to you in between patients.

JACK I wouldn’t be so sure about that. And none are anywhere near as interesting as you.

YOU Still, my point stands.

JACK Are we not done with the twenty questions yet? Thought I showed I was serious about this arrangement.

YOU OK, that’s fair. I’ll stop.

JACK You are terrible at letting up control. Let me take care of you.

YOU I just feel bad because I’m getting so much from this and all you’re getting is sucky conversation from me.

JACK You better step it up then, kid. I told you I’d be expecting compliments.

YOU Wow.

JACK I’m only pulling your leg. Don’t sell yourself so short. You’re really great. I enjoy talking to you.

YOU Thank you. I also enjoy talking to you.

JACK Look at that, I knew you could take a compliment. I’m proud.

You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your lips. Damn Jack and his easy charm.

YOU Maybe because this one was actually good.

JACK There’s more where that’s coming from.

YOU Shut up.

JACK Unfortunately I don’t know how to.

YOU Damn, guess I’m stuck with you then.

JACK Guess you are.

YOU It’s not the worst thing in the world.

JACK High praise. You really know how to warm a guy’s heart.

YOU What can I say? I’m a charmer.

JACK Oh I bet you are.

He was just so effortless in the way he spoke and complimented you that hadn’t you previously agreed to keep this professional between you two, you would have seriously thought there were something between you. The thought didn’t exactly displease you. Of course, you had no way of knowing if he even wanted more. His profile was suspiciously empty of any sexual wishes for his sugar baby and he had said he wasn’t expecting anything of the sort. Maybe he was the one who didn’t want anything non-platonic and was just acting under the guise of respecting your wishes to stay professional. Maybe you were the one who was going too far, flirting and acting this casual with him, perhaps even making him uncomfortable.

Fuck, the thought filled you with dread. Not only because you’d grown to care about Jack over the past couple of weeks enough to worry about making him feel uncomfortable, but also because this was technically supposed to be a business agreement. He was your client and you were making money from this. The agreement had been clear and you couldn’t let Jack’s personality lead you astray from that.

He had wanted company and conversation. It wasn’t his fault that it happened to make something stir within you, just by him being himself. You cursed yourself for letting yourself get in the way of yourself. Jack’s a good guy, genuinely caring and thoughtful, and he wanted to take care of you, so you couldn’t let anything ruin that what you had.

He just made it so fucking hard when he was such a gentleman.

YOU Hey, is there any possibility I could get an advance on this week?

The notification of your Venmo came before the notification of Jack’s reply and you inwardly cringed of how readily he sent you the money, without a second thought even. You knew he made more money than he had use for and was more than happy to spend it on you, but his willingness to help you still made your heart skip a beat.

JACK Of course. What gives?

YOU Just got in a bit of a bind. Needed the money quickly.

JACK Anything more I can do to help?

YOU You don’t have to do that, you know.

JACK Do what?

YOU You know, care so much.

JACK How do you mean?

YOU This is a professional relationship and you’re technically my client, Jack. Please feel no obligation to do any more than you want to.

JACK Well then, I want to. Simple as that, kid.

You rubbed a hand over the bridge of your nose, sighing in frustration. How was it that Jack managed to solve your problems that easily at the same time as he caused new ones? Because how were you supposed to maintain a professional relationship with him when he went around saying shit like that? He both infuriated and made you joyous at the same time.

Any hope of avoiding any growing feelings would have meant to avoid talking to Jack altogether, but that was impossible since your agreement meant literal conversation, and because Jack was impossible not to talk to. You kept your back and forth, messages sent between shifts and breaks, whenever you had the time over the next month. When you needed him, he was always there.

YOU Hey do you have a minute? You don’t have to pay me for it.

JACK Of course, is everything okay?

YOU Yeah, I just needed a distraction.

JACK And you came to me? I’m flattered.

YOU Shut up.

JACK Wouldn’t dream of it. Are you sure you’re alright?

YOU No. I’m not. I lost a patient at work today. A kid. I guess it just hit me heavier than I thought.

JACK Hey that’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’ve all had those days where things feel a bit too tough to handle. You just gotta remember that none of this is your fault. You did the best you could but sometimes that isn’t enough.

YOU I know you’re right but it’s hard not to feel like this one is on me.

JACK I know you are terrible at letting up control but you gotta trust me on this. All you can do is focus on the medicine. The medicine is the only thing that saves the patient. And your sanity. You are excellent and there was nothing more you could do.

YOU Thank you, Jack. It means a lot coming from you.

JACK Anytime. Remember to breathe and try to take it easy. Even nurses deserve breaks you know.

YOU And god do we need it. I’ll try, but with the way people are getting hurt I can’t see me getting a break anytime soon.

JACK I hear you there. Hey I sent a little something as a pick-me-up. Enjoy it.

YOU I told you you didn’t have to do that.

JACK And I told you that I want to take care of you. Accept it and shut up.

YOU Sir, yes, sir.

It felt good to confide in someone like this. He could relate to the feelings and trauma that came with working at a hospital; that, sure, you saved and helped a lot of people, but you weren’t magicians. There were bound to be people you couldn’t save. Every hospital worker learnt not to take it personally, 

Like Jack, you worked a lot of long shifts after each other, rarely having a free day for yourself. It didn’t exactly allow you to socialise or make friends with a lot of people outside of your work. You supposed you and Jack had that in common.

 He, however, liked to keep much busier than you. Since he worked nights, you had figured he would sleep most of the day, but no, he was just as quick to respond to your messages during the day as he was in between your shifts. You started to suspect that he didn’t sleep much, since he had also mentioned he usually tries to keep tabs on the police scanner he owned in case of any emergency. You had asked if he had anything outside of saving lives to keep him busy and he had suspiciously avoided the question with a clever quip. So, you decided not to push it, allowing him to share however much he wanted to with you.

Eventually, you exchanged numbers with him, when you felt that you were more comfortable with him. Despite yourself, you had grown to trust this man, with his easy remarks and charm, disregarding all the safety measures surrounding strangers your mum had drilled into you since an early age. Jack wasn’t just a stranger anymore, but someone who you could confide in, trust with your doubts, and who could easily cheer you up with a simple message.

JACK Buy yourself something pretty alright?

You smiled when you saw the text, currently out shopping for things you needed. However, he changed that, and you decided to go get something you wanted. A nice top that fit your torso nicely. You took a quick picture in the dressing room, showing how the shirt wrapped around you, accentuating your muscles. Your face was still hidden, however, so you figured it would be safe to send to Jack.

YOU [ATTACHMENT: 1 Photo] This pretty enough?

JACK Very.

That caused a smile to spread across your lips. You weren’t sure if he intended for it to have the effect on you that it did. It felt like he was flirting, but it could also be part of his natural charm. You didn’t want to be the guy who misinterpreted every interaction and thought he was into you when he wasn’t so you didn’t dare say anything. But you couldn’t help but play along.

Especially when you started calling, two and a half months in, and you heard his voice for the first time.

“Hey.” He said it almost like a whisper and he sounded almost out of breath, as if he was nervous? That couldn’t possibly be the case, however. You were probably just imagining it.

“Hey, Jack.”

Fuck, his voice was amazing. It was all melodic and low, sounding as if it came from deep in his chest, a light rumble to it. You couldn’t help but imagine all the things that voice could tell you.

“Feels weird actually talking now that we’ve been writing for so long, huh?” he said, and you nodded subconsciously.

“Weird is one word for it,” you agreed with a light chuckle.

“Don’t tell me you’re regretting it now,” came his quick reply.

You scoffed. “No, fuck, that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?” he asked. Perhaps you were imagining it, but you thought you could hear a teasing tone to his voice, almost as if he knew exactly what you meant but wanted you to hear it for himself.

“You know, you’re just as annoying to talk to as you are in writing.” Despite your words, a small smile formed across your lips.

“So I’ve heard.”

“It’s a wonder I’m still talking to you,” you muttered.

“And every day I thank God for that.”

You tilted your head, frowning. He didn’t peg you for a religious man, but you never knew. “You’re religious, Jack?”

“Not one bit.”

“Hmm.”

“Have I told you you have a very pretty voice?” Jack asked, a sweet roll to his voice. It was the most beautiful thing you had heard and you were sure he was aware of it.

That made something in your stomach flip. Stop it, you were scolding yourself. Jack had been the one that told you that what the two of you had was strictly platonic and professional. He was respecting your wishes, and you had to respect his. Still, with the way he was speaking to you, it was difficult to keep your heart in check.

“You have not, no,” you breathed out, careful not to let your voice shake with nervousness.

“Okay.”

“Aren’t you going to?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

“God, you’re an ass,” you said, laughing lightly.

“I like to refer to it as my charm.” God, he sounded smug. Somehow that made him even more attractive.

“Hmm, don’t know if I would call it charming.” Yes, you would. But no way were you going to admit that to Jack.

“I would.”

“I know, Jack.”

You heard how he took a deep breath on the other side of the call, the silence being filled by his slow exhale, before he spoke. “You know, I do love hearing you say my name after all this time.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that except for with a witty remark, “Sure you do,” effectively letting the matter drop.

———

Jack was a busy man.

Anyone who knew him knew that, and there weren’t a lot of people who did know him for that matter. You had been recently added to that list, with the amount of time he spent texting and calling you.

He liked to work as much as he could, usually sticking to the night shifts but occasionally taking on a double or jumping in during the day when he was needed. And even when he was free, he liked to stay at home listening to the police scanner he had or going with his buddy’s SWAT team as their field medic. He liked to do as much as he could. Robby had called it an addiction of his.

Jack knew he was right, and so was his therapist when he had told him that he needed to find something else outside of work and outside of SWAT. He also realised that he was lonely, because all the people he conversed with were tied to those two.

He knew he didn’t need a lot, but someone who he could bond with outside of it and perhaps care for. Ever since the death of his wife, he had missed having someone to take care of. He had a ton of disposable income that did nothing but collect interest in his bank account so he might as well spend that on someone, he thought. He knew that he’s not in the right place to meet someone the old fashioned way, and after seeing an advert for sugar babies, he went that route.

Jack felt hesitant to do that, though. It felt perverted to use his money to require sexual favours of a younger person, like he saw other sugar daddies and mommies do on the website he had found. Could he put in no requirements to his page? All he wanted was company and conversation to feel less lonely. That’s why he didn’t see a point in putting a photo up either. Since he didn’t want someone to talk to him merely because of his looks, but rather someone who could match him in conversation.

That’s when he found you, a younger man who seemed decent enough based on his profile, but it was hard to tell because like him, you had no profile picture. You had also specified that you would not engage in any sexual activities as your role of a sugar baby, so he thought he might as well shoot you a message. It couldn’t hurt, right?

From the very first message, Jack found himself interested in you. You matched him easily in his banter, had fun quips ready to respond to his, and he found that he had fun talking to you. Despite the unnatural arrangement of him paying you for conversation, it felt weirdly natural between the two of you.

As time went on, your messages developed from the regular get-to-know conversations to more banter and comments that bordered on flirty. Jack couldn’t ignore it, the pull he felt towards you, and he couldn’t help but indulge in it. It was just too easy to compliment you, or tease you, because your personality drew him in with something he hadn’t felt in a really long time.

He found himself telling you things he didn’t tell a lot of other people, some things even Robby didn’t know about. Jack told you about his past; his time as a war physician, his leg that had gotten amputated, his late wife. You took it all in stride and somehow it didn’t feel awkward after he’d told you, like it did with most people, but he rather felt much lighter in the chest. However, he did not tell you about his problems sleeping, at keeping the trauma at bay, because he didn’t want to worry you. In truth, he didn’t want to be a bother.

It was ironic that he wanted you to be able to rely on him, so he could take care of you, but he was afraid of being a burden to you. So, instead, he usually sent you small comments each day, updates about his shifts or his coworkers, or just little observations about you. He could talk to you for hours if you’d let him.

You had told him about starting a new job soon. You’d still be a paediatric nurse, but it was in a new hospital because your last one hadn’t treated you so well, is what you had said. You hadn’t shared which hospital it was, and Jack hadn’t pried. It wasn’t like he wasn’t curious, because he was—when it came to you, he wanted to know practically everything he could—but he didn’t want to force any information you weren’t willing to give up. And you had made it clear that you weren’t ever going to meet, so what was the point? He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t the slightest bit of disappointed by that fact, but he refused to let it cloud his relationship with you.

It got you talking about your jobs one afternoon, almost three months in.

JACK I don’t think I could ever do pedes. I tried it during my MS days, but it’s way too boring for me.

YOU Hey, watch your words, old man.

JACK Oh I know you’re not calling me old man, kid.

YOU Keep running your mouth and I will keep calling you that.

JACK Okay, sorry. It’s way too… Advanced for me.

YOU OK, now you’re just being patronising.

JACK Alright, let’s just say it’s not for me. Don’t get me wrong, I do like kids. But there’s something about how busy the ER gets that keeps me coming back.

YOU And that’s fine. I love pedes because it’s so much calmer. The ER stresses me out. And well, kids can be really sweet. It’s just like night shifts are not for me. They sound brutal, I don’t know how you do them.

JACK My therapist thinks I find comfort in the darkness. I like nights. Don’t you?

YOU OK Batman. I like sleeping through them.

JACK I can’t argue with that.

YOU Damn right you can’t. I’m sorry, Jack, no matter how much I like you my bed will always be my #1.

His heart skipped a beat at that. You liked him, you had said. Then he shook his head, mentally berating himself. No, you had merely meant platonically that you liked him—nothing more than that. You had made it painfully clear that you wanted this relationship to stay professional, despite his unconscious attempts at flirting. He couldn’t help it! You were just too easy to compliment.

JACK That’s hurtful, you know?

YOU You can handle it.

JACK I’m not so sure, I might need some reassurance now.

YOU I think you’re being a baby. But, sure. [ATTACHMENT: 1 Photo]

What you had sent had Jack choking on a breath, his eyes flitting over the phone screen in rapid movements. He could feel the beating of his heart as he took in the view before him. What you had sent him was a picture of your chest, your skin revealed by the top buttons of your shirt being unbuttoned, and your throat adorned by a silver chain. It wasn’t even that revealing—Jack saw plenty of undressed guys at work every night—but something about the thought of you posing for him to see this made his stomach tighten.

JACK You must be an amazing nurse because I’m suddenly all better.

Maybe he had read you wrong—or, well, right. Maybe you did want something more with him, despite what you had said. Or, were you only sending that because you felt pressured by him? Oh god.

He rubbed a hand over his neck, closing his eyes. Had he been too forward, too much? Had he made you  feel so uncomfortable you felt you had to play along with him in order to still receive the money? The knot in his stomach wasn’t from happiness anymore, but now from worry. He silently cursed himself. You had made it so clear to him and still he kept walking that line between flirtatious and platonic because he couldn’t keep his damn feelings in check. Sure, he was a flirt by nature, but you managed to draw it out of him so easily, and he wanted to with you.

Jack decided to try to keep himself in check from now on, despite how difficult it would be.

———

Today was the day: the day you started at your new job.

You were slightly nervous, seeing as this hospital seemed much better than your last and you really wanted to keep this job, so you couldn’t fuck up. Despite their ER being nicknamed ‘The Pitt’, you were impressed by their stats and by the few members of staff you had met at your interview. And besides, you weren’t going to be working in the ER, but in the paediatrics department.

A message from Jack and you smiling at your phone. Somehow, he knew you would be nervous for this without even having to tell him anything. That’s how well he knew you.

JACK Hey kid, good luck today. I know you’ll knock it out of the park.

YOU Thank you, Jack.

The message ended up not being needed, since your first day went swimmingly. You decided against telling Jack that, though, because any praise or encouragement was more than welcome from him.

To be honest, anything he sent was more than welcome. Usually it was banter, a flirty comment here and there that never failed to put a smile to your face and made you question the nature of your relationship, or some updates from his work and the occasional gossip about his colleagues. Sometimes it were heavier things, like things from his past that made you frown with sympathy for him, because no one deserved to have gone through all that. But it never got heavier than that.

That’s why it came as such a surprise when he called you in the middle of the day when you were at work, his breathing uneven and words clipped with a cadence that you didn’t usually hear from him.

“Hey, I— I’m sorry, it’s… fuck!” he started, then coughed. “I’m bothering you—”

You immediately put down what you were doing, rushing to go into an empty room. “You’re not bothering me, what’s up?”

“I—I just, fuck. I can’t—” He was breathing heavier now, sounding as if he was gasping for air but unable to take any in.

“Oh shit, Jack. Jack, listen to me. Just breathe. Hey, focus on me,” you tried, calming your voice to the one you usually used for patients in distress. Jack needed you, and that was all you needed to know for you to enter a deep state of focus.

“I can’t breathe, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” you interrupted him. “Listen to me, I know you can do this. Just focus on my voice. Breathe in…and breathe out. Slowly. And again. In… and out…”

There were several minutes of silence, the only sounds being Jack’s breathing on the other side of the line. They were ragged, heavy and deep, with quiet sobs accompanying them every once in a while. You waited patiently, a steady presence for him to lean on. You only wished you could do more for him.

When the breathing had gotten quieter on his end you dared speak again. “Jack, how’re you doing?

“Uh, better. Not great.” His voice sounded like full of gravel, thick with unshed tears and sobs that he seemed to be choking down.

“Okay, that’s something,” you said. You took a breath before asking, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

Jack sniffled. “I, uh, had a pretty bad dream. From the war.”

Ah.

“I was back there, and, um, I was getting shot at and, uh, shit, and—” His voice was getting unstable again, his words quivering as he got worked up again. You interrupted him before he had the chance to.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to explain more,” you said.

You heard a small laugh come out of him. “I just, fuck, all I could think about when I woke up was you.”

His voice sounded pained and heavy with memories of his time as a soldier and you could only imagine the trauma he carried with him from it. A stab of pain shot within you in empathy for him. A sudden urge to be there, physically, with him to be able to hug and hold him better.

“Listen, Jack, it’s OK,” you said, trying to stop any oncoming protests from him.

It didn’t work. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I know this is far beyond what our agreement was—”

“I don’t mind, seriously. I like being here for you.” You said the last part especially slow so that he could really understand how much you meant those words. You don’t even think you had known how much you meant them before that moment, but now you did.

“Oh, thank God.” He let out a relieved laugh, before sucking in a breath. “Don’t know what I would’ve done if you turned me down.”

A smile spread across your lips. “I would never do that.”

He cleared his throat and let out a small laugh. “I think I’m good to go now. I need to try to get some more sleep, and you should… go back to work?” His words were clipped and dismissive, as if he wasn’t telling the entire truth.

You frowned, but nodded. “Are you sure? Please, I don’t want you saying that just to not worry me.”

“I— thank you. But I am seriously alright,” Jack said, and you chose to believe him. “I’ll send the money later. Thank you.”

That made you pause. “Don’t you dare,” you said quickly.

“What?” came his shocked reply.

“Jack, you know I care about you,” you said, your shoulders relaxing. Did you really need to spell it out for him? “Let me be here for you, without the money.”

There was a small moment of quiet where you feared he wouldn’t respond. When he did, his voice was smaller, somehow. “Okay—I will talk to you later?”

“I can’t wait,” you chirped, smiling.

———

Jack was confused.

The way you had spoken to him and cared for him, without the expectation of money, made him feel all warm inside and as if your relationship had grown outside of your agreement. Maybe it wasn’t such a crazy thought to have. Jack found himself smiling more since he had begun talking to you and even imagining meeting you in real life, despite that you had said that would never happen on the very first day. He had to respect your wishes, because he was nothing if not a gentleman.

No longer was he only losing sleep because of the nightmares from the war, but he also found himself thinking about you. When he closed his eyes, all he could think about was how you would look and all he could hear was your voice, talking to him in that sweet way of yours. It kept him up, thinking about you, but he found that he didn’t mind one bit. Especially as it seemed that you were just as eager to talk to him as he was to talk to you.

YOU I’ve been thinking.

JACK Should I be worried?

YOU Thinking about you.

JACK Okay now that sounds more promising. Can’t say I don’t think about you either.

YOU I’m relieved to hear that. Well, I’ve been wondering what you look like.

JACK Wow is my sparkling personality not enough? You need to see my handsome face as well to satisfy your needs?

YOU I don’t know if I would describe your personality as sparkling.

JACK You didn’t deny about the handsome face part.

YOU I haven’t seen it yet so I can’t really judge, can I? That was sorta the point.

JACK No you don’t want to see this old face. Surely it’s got nothing on yours.

YOU I wouldn’t be so sure. What Jack, are you shy?

JACK I don’t get shy.

YOU Time to put your money where your mouth is, then. I’ve heard your voice and if you look anything like how you sound I’m sure I won’t be disappointed.

A warmth that had nothing with the actual temperature in his apartment spread across his body, feeling it colour his cheeks. How could you say those sort of things and not expect them to affect him? There was no way you weren’t aware at this point, but the thought that you were aware and still did it made his cheek grow even warmer. Fuck, what were you doing to him? And he hadn’t even seen you or met you! Not that he would ever do the latter thing, anyway.

JACK Jeez I knew you were a charmer but not like this.

YOU That isn’t a no.

JACK Fine. But only if you also send a photo of yourself. This is an equal partnership you know.

YOU That sounds fair, but you first since I asked first.

JACK If you insist. [ATTACHMENT: 1 Photo]

It felt as if the beating of his heart thundered in his throat as he stared at the three dots on his screen. Despite his usual confidence, Jack was scared. He knew that he was good looking, if all the comments he had received over the years was anything to go by. But he felt an unusual sense of nervousness at the thought that you would finally see what he looked like and reject him—which was ridiculous, but still he couldn’t help it. He wanted so badly for you to think he looked good, because the alternative was too scary.

YOU You have freckles.

JACK How did you know that’s exactly what I wanted to hear?

YOU Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting it. It suits you.

JACK Thanks? I hope.

YOU Yes, it’s a compliment. Thought you wanted more of them. Now take it.

JACK Wow bossy. I kind of like it.

YOU What can I say? I have many sides.

JACK I can’t wait to see them all. Now you go.

YOU Since you asked so nicely. [ATTACHMENT: 1 Photo] Can’t wait to hear all your compliments now.

Fuck, Jack thought as he stared at the photo you had sent. He felt the threads that kept him together so carefully start to unravel, because it couldn’t be, could it? But he knew he was lying to himself, trying to convince himself that what he was seeing wasn’t true. There was no doubt about it, it was you. The same nurse he had caught a glimpse of in the hallways a few days ago at the Pitt. He had thought you were handsome, his eyes following your movements, and of course Robby had teased him about it.

But now that it meant that the guy he had been talking to and grown closer with over the better part of three months, who he was effectively dreaming and thinking about every free moment he had, who could put a smile to his face much easier than anybody else he knew, and who he had made peace with never meeting, was the same guy he was looking forward to seeing on the rare chance he’d come to the ER. Which meant that you could be meeting, which he was sure you did not want. Sure, you could have been flirting with him this entire time, but you had made it painfully clear that you did not want to meet up.

YOU Jack? Hello? OK, I was only joking, you know?

Fuck, what was he supposed to do with this now? He couldn’t ignore you and he couldn’t lie about the fact that he knew you worked at the same hospital as him.

A reminder popped up on his phone that his SWAT shift was starting soon and he cursed. He didn’t have time to think through what to say to you, but figured he would respond later when he was free. Jack thought that he could use the time on his shift to figure out what to respond with.

———

Fuck.

That was the first thought that flew through your mind. 

First it had been because of finally seeing Jack’s face because, unfortunately, he was unfairly attractive despite his older age. Second, it had been because he wasn’t responding to any of your messages.

What the fuck was Jack thinking, leaving you on seen like that? You had sent your picture, just like he had, and then he didn’t respond? Did he not know the effect he had on you? This was something that could easily send you spiralling, and it would have, had you not been called in for work.

It was looking to be a busy 4th of July, but without any other plans you might as well work and earn some extra pay. If nothing else, it would also keep your mind off of Jack and his lack of reply.

You had finally seen the looks of him and he was the very picture of handsome silver fox, someone you would dream about had you met them for real. The fact that the sarcastic and funny guy you had gotten to know the last three months was someone this good looking sent your mind spiralling somewhere too far for you to reach right now.

So, you did the only thing you could: put on some gloves and got to work.

You had been right, it was a busy day. Other than the normal chaos of a holiday, it was unusually hot today and Westbridge hospital had been closed down as well, so the PTMC was taking the brunt of it. It was difficult to keep track of everything amidst the chaos. A the beginning of your shift, you had gotten a call from the ER that they had a baby Jane Doe who needed tending, and despite your dislike for the ER you had gone down to check on her every once in a while throughout the day.

However, as you went down slightly after 12 PM, you were met with a sight you had not expected. You had just checked on the baby when you went to the reception to talk to Princess. Despite not working in the ER, it was difficult not to become friends with the other nurses here, as they were more than chatty and sometimes friendly..

A team in army uniforms, ‘POLICE’ written over their chests, rushed inside from the ambulance bay with a gurney carrying another one of them between them all. A figure you recognised as Dr. Robby moved to them immediately, looking to the man who was holding the ventilator balloon to the patient.

You followed his gaze and swore your heart stopped.

He was rattling off the words, looking increasingly stressed. “Intubated neck wound, sats not great. We were diverted here.” Then he turned to the reception, and you hoped against everything that he wouldn’t notice you. Luckily, he seemed to only briefly glance up and shout, “Is there a trauma room open?”

Princess pointed to a room to the right. “Trauma 1,” she replied.

As they all went into the trauma room, you felt your breath return to somewhat normal, the initial shock settling for something else. You had to be seeing things, right? It couldn’t be him.

But however much you tried to convince yourself, you knew you were wrong. Despite only having seen one picture of him, you knew you would recognise that man anywhere. It was the same salt and pepper curls, the same faint constellation of freckles smattered over his face, and that same voice. The voice you had so often heard on your calls with him and more often than not in your dreams about him, as well. And the fact that he was dressed in a SWAT uniform. It all checked out. There was no doubt on the matter. It was Jack.

You still had to make sure, however, so you turned to Princess and cocked your head to trauma room 1. “Who the fuck is that?” you asked.

She tilted her head to the side. “Who?”

“The guy in the military uniform.”

Her answer confirmed both your worst fears and your greatest hopes. “Oh, that’s Dr. Jack Abbot. He’s the attending on the night shift.” She glanced at your face, smirking smugly. “Smoke show, right?”

“Right. OK. Fucking great.” You nodded, absentmindedly, before turning to go back upstairs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You swore inwardly with every step that you took up the stairs. What were the chances, out of all the hospitals in America, or even in Pittsburgh, that Jack had to work at the very same as you? Technically, he had been working here longer than you, but that fact didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the man you had tried but effectively failed to get out of your head, was some kind of boss to you. Not directly, of course, since you answered to the paediatric department. But every once in a while, against your will, you would be called down to the ER when they were short-staffed, and that would put you under Jack.

You dragged a hand across your face, groaning. You couldn’t believe your luck, that the man you were practically dreaming about and definitely flirting with was your once-removed boss. Would you need to get HR involved? No, nothing had happened. Yet, a small part of your brain supplied helpfully. But you and Jack had agreed to never meet, so what you would do with this information now was as of yet unclear to you.

That was also when you remembered the fact that Jack had avoided answering to the photo you had sent him. You had never thought of yourself of ugly or anything of the sort, but maybe you just weren’t his type? Maybe that was the reason he hadn’t replied. The thought of then having to see him in person, knowing of all the times you had flirted with him and must have embarrassed yourself, mortified you beyond anything else. You weren’t sure if you could live with knowing the answer.

But not knowing was so much worse, you realised, and against your better judgment you stormed back down to the ER in search of him. You grabbed hold of the first nurse you saw, which happened to be Jesse.

“Hey, is Dr Abbot here?” you asked, trying to sound more cool than you felt.

He blinked at you before nodding. “I think I saw him go into Central 7.”

“Great, thanks,” you threw over your shoulder as you rushed in the direction.

Without allowing yourself a moment to hesitate, you threw open the door and pushed away the curtains. There, shirtless and tall, stood Jack Abbot in all of his glory. He had his back turned to you, showing off the broad muscles that rippled under his skin as he moved, as well as the constellations of freckles that extended across his shoulders and down his arms. God, he was in good shape, was the first thought that popped into your traitorous mind. The second being that there was a wound on his left shoulder, but that fact catalogued itself somewhere in the back of your brain in favour of the view of a shirtless Jack in front of you.

“Jack?” you said, before your brain had time to catch up with the fact that you were currently seeing him shirtless, of all things. “Oh, shit—” Here’s to first meetings, you supposed.

He turned around with a frown before his brows lifted in shock. “Yeah? Oh.”

You bit your lip, crossing your arms over your chest. Jack looked just as good from the front as he did from the back. You had to physically shake your head to rid your thoughts, focusing instead on meeting his eyes. God, he had a steady gaze, you realised. It was difficult not to feel put on the spot underneath it.

“Maybe I should be calling you Dr. Abbot, instead?” you asked, although rather unkindly.

Jack only nodded dumbly, his mouth still hanging open slightly.

You grimaced. “You know, for a man who can never seem to shut up you’re being unusually quiet.”

“Uhuh, well,” he croaked, his voice unusually unstable. Then he let a small smile lift the corner of his mouth. “I am just a bit caught off guard. What are you doing here?”

“I work here. Well, in pedes upstairs.” You gestured upwards, scoffing as if it was obvious.

“Right,” he replied, those beautiful hazel eyes narrowing at you. “What are you doing down here? Thought you said the ER stresses you out.”

“It does,” you said, frowning slightly. You were surprised he remembered that detail you had mentioned in passing. “You remember that?”

“Yeah, of course.” Something about those simple words twisted something in your stomach. The casualness that he said it with, as if it had been obvious that he would remember the small things you told him.

You cleared your throat, coming out of your thoughts to answer his earlier question. “Got an abandoned baby that I was called down to check on. The better question is what you’re doing here? As far as I’m aware, it’s not night.”

“Good solve, Sherlock.”

Even in person, Jack was quick to answer with a witty remark. Gods dammed his wit and his sarcasm and his humour. He was just as attractive in person as he was over the phone, if not more, and his intense stare made you want to avert your eyes. Was it always this intense, or did it just feel extra so under the circumstances?

“This is less than ideal,” he finally said after clearing his throat.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. You took in his shirtless torso, quickly looking away so that he wouldn’t notice your staring. “Do you want me to come back? Give you a moment?”

“No,” Jack replied with a small smile. He was sitting down now and putting forward medical supplies and bandages. “It’s okay.”

To avoid whatever that meant, you focused on the task his hands were doing, which also meant you had to keep your thoughts in check, because damn, even his hands were attractive. You cleared your throat. “What happened to you?

“Oh. Bullet grazed my vest,” he said simply, his eyes on his hands, as casual as if you had asked him about the weather.

“You got shot?”

“Shot at,” he corrected, eyes flitting up to yours. “It’s no big deal. I can take care of it myself.”

As Jack said that, you saw him reach a cotton swab with a lotion over his shoulder, struggling to get the angle right. After a few minutes of craning his neck, you sighed and stepped forward, relaxing from your tense posture.

“Let me help you,” you said, beginning to put on a pair of gloves.

His head turned in your direction as he grimaced, his hand gesturing as if to wave you away. “No, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

An eyebrow raised in his direction. “Now who’s the one being too stubborn to accept help. I’m a nurse, let me do my job.” You stepped around him, holding out your hand for him to give you the swab.

“A nurse in paediatrics,” Jack pointed out, but relented with a small sigh. The brief brush of your gloved fingers meeting his ungloved one caused shivers to travel up your arms, almost as if you had been shocked by electricity.

You scoffed. “That doesn’t matter. A wound is a wound.”

You began cleaning his wound, carefully inspecting him for any sign of discomfort. Instead, you only found how much more handsome he looked up close. You could see the small wrinkles on his forehead, the way his eyes stayed dutifully ahead of him, and his posture was as straight as a soldier’s. Not the only thing that remained from his war days, you thought as you sneaked a glance at his right leg. But it didn’t make him look old, no. He looked like a weathered man, with tons of stories held inside that pretty head of his.

Your thoughts went back to the conversation at hand, sighing as you swapped the cotton swab for another. “Y’know, I never pegged you for one to look down on other areas of medicine,” you mentioned.

“Sorry, I don’t,” he said, shrugging a bit as if bashful. “I’m just still surprised that I’m actually seeing you right now. That we’re finally meeting.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t sound so surprised.”

It took a second for him to answer, and it was with a grimace you could only half see has he turned his head away from you. “Well, I knew you worked here.”

You paused in your movements. What? “And you didn’t say anything? How long have you known?”

“Only found out when you sent your picture,” he admitted, craning his neck to meet your eye. “I recognised you.”

“What?”

“It’s hard to forget a face like yours.” Jack’s smirk was infectious and you had to fight your own from forming as he then shook his head. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.”

“No, um,” you cleared your throat, “what do you mean by that?”

Jack shrugged sheepishly. “Just that I noticed you, even before knowing that you are, well, you.”

“Oh,” was your only reply, continuing to clean his wound. “Well, I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Very.”

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice, that tone that you had gotten painfully familiar with over the past couple of months. And God was it a blessing to be able to see it now in person, finally witnessing how it made his eyes scrunch up in delight, wrinkles forming around them, and it made him look exactly as self assured as you had pictured during your long talks.

You ignored it in favour of putting down the cotton swab and beginning to dress his wound, clearing your throat at the same time.

“So, care to tell me the story behind this?” you asked, just to get away from his burning gaze.

Jack looked down into his lap, his smirk dropping. “Geniuses thought today was the day to rob a goods warehouse. Didn’t think about how long it would take to load the appliances. They panicked. All hell broke loose.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, applying the wound dressing. “Why do you do this?”

“My therapist said I needed a hobby,” he said as he shrugged.

You scoffed. “Thought that was the reason you reached out to me, remember?”

“I can have two hobbies.”

Your hands smoothed out the dressing before you removed the gloves and stepped around Jack, shaking your head. “Not if one is putting you under active fire.”

“Careful, it almost sounds like you care.”

When you looked at him you saw a tiny smirk playing on the edge of his lips. You averted your eyes from them, raising an eyebrow and humming a reply. As you turned around to walk away, Jack’s hand shot out to grab your wrist.

“Listen,” he started, letting go of your hand. You already missed the warmth from his skin. “I wanted to say sorry.”

“For what?” Your voice was carefully devoid of any emotion that he had managed to stir up in you.

“For not answering, earlier.”

You merely hummed as a reply.

His eyes looked up to you, now shadowed by a hint of guilt and sadness, not unlike the eyes of a puppy. It made something twist inside you, a twinge of guilt suddenly shooting inside you from the knowledge that you were the cause of it. “It wasn’t cool of me, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You didn’t worry me,” you said, way too quickly.

He ignored your words, still keeping that damned eye contact. “I should have just responded right away, but I wasn’t sure what to say. Or do. You said you didn’t want to meet, so…” He chuckled, sounding a bit unsure of his own words.

You tilted your head to the side, crossing your arms over your chest. “So, what, you figured you would keep it secret that we worked in the same hospital? Just so we’d never meet.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Jack explained, a pleading tone now sneaking into his voice.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “Jack, I’ve told you. You could never make me uncomfortable.”

Something in his eyes lit into a spark. “Really?”

“Please,” you chuckled, glancing to the side with a hint of a smile. “The fact that you were ever worried… is kind of attractive.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. You closed your eyes in frustration and berated yourself. It was one thing to flirt over text, because that gave you plausible deniability. But admitting he was attractive after he had effectively ignored you for the better part of the day after had had finally seen your face, was something else. If he really wasn’t interested and you hadn’t chased him away yet, you would surely have done it now.

However, when you looked back to Jack, meeting his gaze, all you could see was the mirth in his eyes.

“You think so?” he asked, and that smug smirk was back on his face.

Your eyes narrowed at him, taking in the way he was leaning slightly forward and looking up into your eyes, all open and honest. There was something in the way he was looking at you that made your stomach twist, but not in a bad way, as if he knew something you didn’t. You didn’t know what, but it felt like the air had suddenly gotten heavier in the room, your shoulders tensing and lips pressing together.

That smug smile on his face made you roll your eyes. “Fuck off, you know you’re good-looking.”

Jack’s head tilted to the side, but his eyes never left yours. “Hmm, is that so? And do you find me that? Good looking?”

He was enjoying this more than he should. “Perhaps,” you said and shrugged, despite yourself. “Although I must say your picture does not quite make you justice.”

“Now, that’s a compliment.” His smile had widened, reaching his eyes as well and the sight was almost too much for you.

“I do know how to give compliments, y’know,” you said with a scoff.

“Would love to hear more of them,” Jack replied with small nod.

You gave him a meaningful glare. “Don’t know if your ego could take it.”

At that, his smile widened into a grin. “I can take more than you think.”

Your narrowed eyes met his smug ones and you had to fight the urge not to smile. He really had a reply to everything, this man. Then your eyes flitted down to his body, noticing the army pants he still wore, remembering how good he had looked in his SWAT uniform earlier.

“In that case,” you started, “you fill out that uniform quite well.”

“You should see me as a flight attendant,” Jack said. He didn’t miss a beat, his eyes still trained on you, eyes flitting all over your face.

“Mmm, bet.” When you noticed he wasn’t saying anything else, but merely staring at your face, you spoke again.“Jack.”

He nodded. “Mhm.”

“You’re staring.”

“I’m just looking,” he said, but he was definitely staring.

You lifted an eyebrow at him, taking in the way he was staring at you. More than once, you had noticed how his eyes flitted down to your lips and that made your stomach fill with warmth. “No, you’re looking at me as if…”

“As if what?” he asked, head tilted but that smile on his face that told you he knew exactly what you meant.

“No, forget it,” you countered, ever so stubborn.

Jack stood up, now looking at you from your eye-level. “Tell me.”

You tried to discern whatever he was trying to say behind those eyes, but all you could see was a hint of teasing and hopefulness in them, as if wanted you to say exactly what you were thinking. Could he really want the same thing as you, even after all this time?

You furrowed your brows but finally said what was on your mind. “As if you wanna kiss me.”

“Would that be so bad?” His smile formed into something kinder, softer, as he took a step closer. 

You shook your head before your mouth had a chance to catch up. “No, not really.”

“In that case, may I?” he asked, as one hand reached out to caress your cheek, the other landing on your small back. Your arms uncrossed themselves to grab his arms and the nape of his neck. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you at his question—the fact that he even had to ask.

“We’re at work,” you whispered, despite wanting to relent and press into him with all that you had.

Jack closed his eyes in frustration, forehead pressed against yours. He was so close, yet so far away…

“Fuck,” he muttered. Despite all his feelings for you and the desire to do nothing else than press you up against a wall right there and then, he still had some sort of decorum and professionalism in him. But when he gazed at you, looking so handsome in his arms, his resolve started to dissolve bit by bit. “I’m not on the clock, though.”

“But I am.”

Jack bit his lip as he looked away, swiftly stepping out of your grasp and going over to close the door of the room before he pulled the curtain closed as well. Then he stepped closer to you, the question written in his eyes as clear as days. You couldn’t help but grin at him, at the slight flustered breath as he leaned in closer.

“You’re such a dork. C’mere.” You saw his eyes soften as they traveled down to your lips.

“Thank god,” was all he said as he leaned in and met your lips with his.

Jack’s skin was warm as he pressed closer to you, his lips moving against yours with a hunger and firmness you weren’t expecting. The way he moved his hands over your body made you groan into his lips which only made him grasp you harder. He felt heavenly against you, the way his warmth seeped into yours.

You grasped the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss by pushing against him. It was hard to ignore his shirtless torso as well, so you made sure to run your hand down his back, noticing the shivers that erupted in your fingers’ wake. He let out a low moan at that and you made sure to file that information away for future use. When you pulled away, his full blown pupils were staring into yours with smirk on his lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he breathed, his lips venturing further south as he placed small kisses against your chin, your throat, down to your collarbone.

You let out something that was a mix between a laugh and a moan. “I think that broke the rules of our agreement.”

“Fuck the agreement,” Jack said as he met your eye properly. “I want you, with or without it.”

Your smile turned crooked. “Does this mean you’ll stop paying me?”

“No, you should be prepared to be spoiled even more,” he replied, his own smirk widening.

“You don’t have to, Jack,” you said, meeting his gaze with a meaningful glare.

Jack merely stepped even closer, incasing you in his strong arms, his lips lowering to your ear as he whispered, “I want to.” And looking into those eyes of his, you think you finally believed him when he said that.

The heat had been building for days, but tonight it finally broke you open. As an omega, once your cycle hit its peak, there was no fighting it—your body flooded the room with sweet, needy pheromones that wrapped around Damon like a vice. He wasn’t just any alpha; he was a dominant one, the kind whose rut kicked in hard and fast the second he caught even a hint of your scent. One deep inhale while you were writhing on the sheets and he was gone—eyes darkening to near-black, muscles locking tight, cock already thickening and leaking as raw instinct took over.

You’d lost track of how many hours you’d spent in the bedroom. He’d fucked you through the mattress in every position imaginable: on your back with your legs hooked over his shoulders so he could watch your face twist in pleasure, riding him while he gripped your hips and forced you down onto every thick inch until your thighs shook, bent over the headboard while he knotted you from behind and growled low, filthy promises against the bite-marked skin of your neck. Load after load had already been pumped deep into your core, each knot locking you together for long, pulsing minutes while he whispered. “That’s it, omega… take every drop of your alpha’s cum… let it settle right where it belongs in that greedy hole of yours.”

Your stomach had grown noticeably full by the fourth round—softly rounded and heavy with the warm weight of him, skin stretched just enough that you could feel the faint slosh when he pressed a possessive palm over it.

But Damon’s rut wasn’t slowing. Dominant alphas like him didn’t come down easy. Even after five knots in the bedroom, his cock was still rock-hard, still leaking steadily, still demanding more. He’d scooped you up mid-moan, your legs dangling weakly, thick cum already starting to trickle down your trembling thighs, and carried you straight to the bathroom without a single word.

The bathroom was already thick with steam from your earlier shower, the mirror half-fogged yet still cruelly clear, reflecting every single filthy, obscene detail as Damon stood behind you like a solid wall.

His big hands were locked iron-tight on your hips, fingers digging deep enough to leave fresh bruises blooming over the old ones, while his thick, veined cock was buried to the absolute root inside your stretched ass—so deep the clear outline of it pressed visibly against the taut skin of your lower belly, shifting and throbbing with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips. Your [hair color] hair swung and bounced wildly with each measured thrust, damp strands sticking to your sweaty neck and shoulders like they were trying to cling to the rhythm he dictated so perfectly, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world and wanted you to feel every single dragging inch of him.

Your naked body looked completely ruined in the mirror—bare skin turned into his personal canvas of ownership. Dark, throbbing bite marks ringed your throat like a permanent claim, purple hickeys scattered across your chest and shoulders, fingerprint bruises blooming vivid and deep across your hips and ass cheeks from the hours he’d already spent gripping you like he’d never let go.

Every single thrust made those marks shift and stretch under your skin, a constant aching reminder of how long he’d been owning you completely. Your plump lips stayed parted in a broken, gasping 'O', raw needy moans pouring out and echoing off the tiled walls—high-pitched, desperate little sounds that climbed higher and louder every time his fat cock dragged back almost to the tip, leaving your hole clenching desperately around nothing but air and slick, only to sink back in with that same calm, heavy, soul-shaking push that bottomed out against your deepest heat and made your belly bulge outward again in that slow, visible swell.

Your [eye color] eyes kept rolling back helplessly, lashes clumped and wet with overwhelmed tears, a thin trail of drool slipping shamelessly from the corner of your mouth because your brain had melted into complete blankness hours ago. Nothing existed anymore except the brutal, delicious stretch in your ass, the throbbing pressure grinding against your deepest core, and the heavy, bloated, sloshing fullness in your stomach from all the loads he’d already pumped into you—skin stretched shiny and tight, the visible outline of his cock pushing outward every single time he pressed all the way in like he was already reshaping you from the inside.

Your own cock hung heavy and aching between your trembling legs, flushed dark red at the head, leaking thick, endless strings of pre-cum that dripped steadily onto the floor tiles in messy little puddles. One of your hands drifted down on pure instinct, palm rubbing slow, possessive circles over the swollen curve of your belly while your fingers brushed teasingly along the base of your cock, feeling how painfully hard and sensitive it still was, twitching violently under your own touch.

In the mirror you watched yourself—flushed crimson, trembling violently, eyes glassy and completely fucked-out—then your gaze helplessly shifted to Damon behind you. His black hair fell messily over his forehead, powerful arms caging your frame completely, veins bulging thick along his forearms as he kept you pinned exactly where he wanted you. His dark eyes locked onto yours in the reflection, calm and burning with that quiet, terrifying control that made your stomach flip.

“Damon… hngh…”

The name tore out of you, shaky and completely wrecked.

His hips slowed to a torturously gentle grind, cock still buried balls-deep, his knot already half-swollen and pressing insistently against your stretched rim without popping in yet. One huge hand came up, brushing your [hair color] hair tenderly out of your face, thumb stroking your tear-streaked cheek with surprising softness that somehow made everything feel even more intense.

“You look exhausted, baby,” he murmured, voice low and warm like he was commenting on the weather, not the way he’d been methodically destroying you for hours on end. “Was I too rough? Want me to stop for a minute? Let you catch your breath?”

You shook your head frantically, fresh hot tears spilling even as another slow roll of his hips ripped a broken, guttural moan from your throat and made your cock twitch hard against your belly. ​"N-no… don’t stop, please… this is on me. It’s my fault—my heat hit so suddenly and triggered your rut too. I have to take responsibility for this… so don’t stop until you’re satisfied…"

Damon’s expression melted instantly into something softer, deeper. He leaned down, broad chest pressing flush and hot against your back, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then another to the corner of your wet eye, his breath warm against your skin.

​"Baby, look at me."

His palm was warm and steady against your jaw, his fingers exerting just enough pressure to keep your eyes locked onto his in the mirror. He let out a low, shaky breath.

​"Stop," he commanded softly, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "This isn't on you. If anything, I’m the one who’s reaching a breaking point. I’ve been holding back more than you know. I’ve reached my limit, and I can't stay patient anymore. It’s been far too long since I’ve had you like this, so let’s just stop talking. I just want to enjoy every second of this with you until it’s over."

The air in the room—already thick with raw, filthy sex—suddenly felt heavier, warmer, aching with something so tender it made your chest tighten. You sniffled, nodding, but the tiny movement made your inner walls flutter wildly around his cock. Damon groaned low and deep in his chest, hips twitching once as he felt it.

“Fuck… so tight when you do that,” he breathed, but he stayed perfectly slow, letting you feel every thick inch sliding in and out while his thumb wiped your tears away with aching gentleness. “Don’t blame yourself, okay? You’re mine. My sweet boy. My omega.”

That single word slammed into you like lightning straight to your core. Your hole clenched violently around his cock without warning, squeezing him so hard and greedy he hissed through his teeth, eyes darkening further. Your own cock jumped and spurted a fresh, thick bead of pre-cum onto the sink edge. The soft, caring atmosphere shattered right back into raw, burning heat in an instant.

“Shit— baby boy, you like when I call you that?” Damon’s voice dropped an octave, rougher, darker, dripping with filthy promise. He started moving again—still measured, still that maddening calm control—but each thrust landed a fraction heavier, the wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping skin and slick echoing louder off the tiles. “Like being my little breeding hole? Like knowing I’m gonna pump you so full you can’t walk tomorrow?”

You whimpered desperately, nodding so fast your [hair color] hair flew around your face. Your hands gripped the sink edge white-knuckled as he kept that perfect, controlled pace—long, dragging strokes that let you feel every single vein, every ridge, the fat head kissing and grinding against your deepest heat on every thrust like he was mapping every inch of you.

His hands roamed possessively: one staying glued to your softly rounded belly, pressing lightly so you could feel the warm weight shift inside, the other wrapping around your leaking cock to stroke in the exact same lazy rhythm, thumb spreading the endless pre-cum around the sensitive head until you were shaking. Every time you got close—body tightening, moans turning frantic and broken—he slowed right back down to an agonizing grind, edging you mercilessly until you were sobbing and babbling incoherently, tears streaming freely.

“Please… Damon… need it… please…”

“Need what, baby?” He nipped your earlobe hard, voice still so calm while his grip on your hip turned bruising. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“Need you to breed me… please… fill me up again… make me yours…”

That was the trigger.

His pace stayed steady and controlled, but the force behind every thrust turned savage—hips snapping forward hard enough to jolt your entire body forward against the sink, balls slapping loudly and wetly against your ass, the mirror shaking slightly with the impact. Your moans dissolved into broken, animalistic sobs of pleasure, drool running freely down your chin and dripping onto the counter, eyes rolling back completely as he hammered that sweet spot over and over without mercy, the wet squelching sounds of his cock plunging through all the cum already inside you filling the room. Your cock throbbed violently in his fist, leaking nonstop all over his thick fingers as he stroked you in time with every brutal thrust.

He kept you right there on the edge for what felt like forever—slow, torturous withdrawals that left you clenching desperately around nothing, followed by punishing slams that made your stomach round out a little more with each load, the outline of his cock so clear in the mirror it looked like he was claiming you from the inside out. His hand never left your cock, thumb rubbing relentless circles over the swollen head while he whispered filthy praise right against your ear.

“That’s it, baby boy, take every inch… feel how deep I am inside you… gonna swell you up so pretty with my cum.”

The knot started swelling gradually, stretching your rim wider and wider, the burn mixing with blinding pleasure until your vision whited out at the edges.

“Gonna knot you now, baby. Gonna lock in and breed you full. You ready?”

One final, hard-shaking deep thrust and the knot popped in with a loud, wet, obscene sound that echoed off the tiles. Damon groaned long and low, chest vibrating against your back as the first thick, heavy spurt flooded your deepest part—hot, endless ropes of cum blasting straight into your core in powerful pulses that you could feel bulging your stomach even more, skin stretching tighter and shinier right before your eyes in the mirror.

Your own orgasm crashed through you so hard your legs nearly gave out, cock spurting weakly onto the sink while your walls milked him greedily, fluttering and clenching around the massive knot like they never wanted to let go. He ground in slow, deep circles, pushing every last drop deeper, hand rubbing possessive circles over your now noticeably fuller stomach like he was already proud of the weight he was putting in you.

“That’s it… take every single drop for me. Gonna look so fucking pretty all round and heavy for me.”

The tie lasted forever, his cock still twitching and pulsing inside you, more cum leaking in lazy waves as he kissed your neck and shoulders softly, murmuring how perfect you were, how you were made for this.

When the knot finally deflated just enough for him to move again, he didn’t pull out to rest—no, he spun you around with that same calm, effortless strength, lifted you onto the bathroom counter so your ass hung right on the edge, and slid back in with one smooth, impossibly deep push that knocked the breath out of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist automatically, heels digging into his back as the new angle let him hit even deeper, the gentle roundness in your belly even more pronounced now with each thrust.

He started slow again—long, dragging strokes that let you feel every thick inch pulling out until only the head stretched your rim, then slamming back in so hard your whole body jolted and your rounded belly pressed against his abs.

His hand stayed glued to your swollen stomach, pressing down lightly every time he bottomed out so you could feel the cum slosh and shift inside you like liquid heat, the other hand stroking your cock in lazy, torturous pulls, thumb circling the head relentlessly while he whispered, “Not yet, baby… I want you to feel every single drop when I fill you again… gonna make you leak me for days.”

Your [hair color] hair stuck to your sweaty face, tears and drool mixing as you begged shamelessly, hole fluttering and sucking him deeper with every thrust, the wet sounds growing filthier. He kept edging you mercilessly, slowing every time you got close until you were a sobbing, trembling mess, then building back up until the second knot swelled even bigger, stretching you to the absolute limit. “Gonna lock in again… gonna pump another load straight into you. Gonna get you pregnant.”

The knot popped in with a loud, wet squelch that echoed, and another flood hit—thicker, hotter, endless ropes that made your stomach push out a little more noticeably, skin stretching shiny and tight. You came again, cock spurting weakly between your bodies while your walls milked him desperately, the tie lasting even longer this time as he rocked gently, hand rubbing slow circles over your fuller stomach. “Feel how full you are now? That’s all me, baby boy… every drop is mine.”

When the knot went down enough, he lifted you like you weighed nothing, turned you around, and bent you over the edge of the tub. Your chest pressed flush to the cool porcelain, ass high in the air, and he slid right back in from behind—still starting slow and calm, but each thrust landed heavier, balls slapping loudly and wetly while the tub edge dug deliciously into your hips and your cock hung down, swinging and leaking with every brutal slam.

One hand fisted your [hair color] hair, forcing your head up so you had to watch every second in the mirror. “Look how pretty you look getting bred, baby… look at that… that’s all my cum making you swell like this.”

His free hand reached around to stroke your cock again, edging you mercilessly while the other pressed down lightly on your cum-bloated stomach, feeling the sloshing mess with every thrust. The third knot swelled bigger still—he ground it in deliberately, letting the stretch burn so good you saw stars and your moans turned into raw screams of pleasure. When it locked, the third flood was heavier, your belly rounding out further, skin stretched tight, cum already starting to leak in thick rivers down your thighs the moment the knot softened just enough for him to keep moving.

He pressed you against the cold tiled wall next, one of your legs hooked high over his arm, cock driving upward so deep your inner heat felt permanently reshaped around him. The contrast of cold tiles on your back versus the burning stretch inside made every sensation sharper, more overwhelming. He started with those long, rolling thrusts that dragged every vein along your walls, then turned absolutely savage, slamming up into you until your back arched hard and your [hair color] hair stuck wetly to the wall, your cock rubbing frantically against his abs and leaving sticky trails.

“Still not done,” he murmured against your ear, voice still so calm even while he railed you senseless. “Gonna keep breeding you until you can’t take another drop…”

The fourth knot swelled even thicker—he let it stretch you impossibly wide, grinding in torturous circles while your hole fluttered and milked him, then slammed it home with a wet pop that made your vision spark. The fourth flood was massive, your belly noticeably heavier and rounder now in the mirror, skin so tight it gleamed, cum already leaking in heavy rivers down your thighs the second the knot started to soften, but he never let you empty, just kept thrusting through the mess.

When that knot finally gave him room to move, he lowered you gently to the bath mat on the floor, folded you into a deep mating press—knees pushed all the way to your ears, ass tilted up perfectly—and started the fifth round right there. Slow, grinding strokes at first that turned into punishing slams, his hips snapping down with bruising force while your cock was trapped between your bodies, rubbing frantically against your own rounded belly, the friction driving you insane.

The fifth knot swelled one last time as he rubbed slow, possessive circles over your swollen stomach like he was already talking to the weight inside. “Gonna fill you one more time, sweet boy… gonna make sure you’re leaking me for days.”

The knot popped in and the fifth load was bigger yet—thick, endless pulses that made your stomach round out even more noticeably, skin stretched shiny, your own weak orgasm ripping through you as your walls milked him desperately. He held the tie the longest yet, rocking gently, kissing your neck and whispering how perfect you were, how your body was made to take him like this.

But he still wasn’t done. The moment the fifth knot deflated enough, he flipped you onto your hands and knees right there on the mat, sixth round starting instantly—doggy style on the floor with your chest pressed down low, ass arched high, and he mounted you from behind like a beast claiming what was his.

His hands gripped your hips harder than ever, yanking you back onto his cock with every thrust, the angle letting him spear even deeper while your belly hung heavy beneath you, brushing the soft mat with every brutal slam, the weight of it making your arms tremble. He started slow again, dragging out each withdrawal until your hole fluttered and begged, then slammed home with bone-rattling force, balls slapping wetly against your leaking rim, the obscene squelch of all those loads inside you echoing louder than your broken moans.

His hand reached under to stroke your spent cock in rough, uneven pulls while the other pressed down firmly on your belly from above, squeezing the sloshing mess so you felt every thick drop churn and shift inside, making your vision blur with overstimulation.

“Look at you, baby… so fucking full already and I’m still not satisfied,” he growled low, voice steady as ever while he railed you senseless.

He edged you mercilessly again, slowing every time your hole fluttered too close to release, until the sixth knot began swelling—bigger than any before, stretching your rim to its absolute limit until the burn turned into white-hot, mind-melting ecstasy. When it finally popped in with a loud, filthy squelch, the sixth flood hit like a tidal wave—ropes so thick and hot your stomach inflated visibly even more, skin stretching furthermore, the roundness so obvious and heavy it made you scream into the mat, body convulsing violently, cock spurting dryly while your walls milked him for every last drop, the tie lasting so long your legs shook uncontrollably beneath him and your arms gave out completely.

Only when that sixth knot finally softened did he pull you up one last time, pressing your back flush to the cold tiled wall again but this time lifting both your legs to wrap around his waist in a standing full carry. Your arms looped weakly around his neck, body completely suspended on his cock as he drove upward with brutal, measured thrusts, every slam lifting you higher before dropping you back down onto his full length with punishing force. The new angle crushed your swollen stomach, the pressure making the cum inside slosh audibly with every movement while your cock rubbed frantically against his abs, leaving sticky, desperate trails.

He fucked you like this with that same terrifying calm—slow, deep rolls that let you feel every vein dragging along your ruined, oversensitive walls, then savage upward snaps that made your entire body jolt and your hoarse moans turn into shattered, breathless screams. His mouth latched onto your neck, biting fresh claiming marks while one hand supported your ass and the other rubbed slow, possessive circles over your rounded belly.

“One more, baby… gonna give you the biggest load yet… gonna make sure you’re bred so full all of me.”

The seventh knot swelled monstrously, stretching you past what you thought was impossible, the burn so intense your vision blurred with fresh tears as he ground it in deliberately, whispering filthy, loving praise against your ear the entire time.

“So good for me… taking everything I give you… my perfect little breeding boy.”

When it finally locked in with the wettest, loudest pop yet, the final flood exploded inside you—endless, thick ropes that pushed your stomach out even further into that heavy, obvious roundness, skin so tight and shiny it gleamed, the pressure so overwhelming you came again in a dry, shattering orgasm that left you sobbing and completely limp in his arms. He held the tie the longest of all, rocking gently inside you, kissing every tear from your face while your walls fluttered weakly around the massive knot, milking every last drop until you were nothing but trembling, oversensitive heat wrapped around him.

By the time the seventh knot finally began to soften, you were beyond wrecked—body boneless, breath coming in shallow, ragged pants, voice reduced to faint, broken whimpers, your rounded stomach pressing heavily against his, skin stretched taut so every tiny movement sent ripples of overstimulation through you. Thick rivers of cum still leaked slowly from your abused hole whenever he shifted even slightly, dripping down your thighs and pooling on the tiles beneath you.

Damon didn’t rush. He never did.

He eased you down from the wall with infinite care, strong arms cradling your limp weight like you were made of glass, and carried you straight back under the warm spray of the shower. The water hit your overheated skin in soothing waves, washing away sweat and slick and the last traces of your own tears. He held you against his broad chest with one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other gently tilting your head back so the water could rinse your [hair color] hair clean.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured low against your temple, lips brushing your skin in the softest kiss. “I’ve got you. Just breathe for me.”

He reached for the body wash—his favorite one, the one that always smelled faintly of cedar and warm spice—and poured a generous amount into his palm. Then those big, calloused hands began the slow, reverent work of cleaning you. He started at your shoulders, massaging the soap into every bruise and bite mark with feather-light pressure, thumbs circling gently over the dark purple claims he’d left on your throat like he was soothing them rather than admiring them. Down your chest, over the scattered hickeys, along your ribs, careful not to press too hard on your stomach. He cupped the curve in both hands for a long moment, just holding it, feeling the warmth and the faint sloshing beneath the tight skin.

“So beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with awe and something deeper. “Carrying all of me… my perfect omega.”

Only when every inch of your upper body was clean did he lower his hand between your legs.

He slipped two thick fingers inside you first—slow, achingly careful, letting your overworked rim part around them with the barest stretch. You whimpered instantly, hips jerking on reflex, but he shushed you softly, kissing your shoulder.

“Shhh, sweet boy… I know it’s a lot. Just let me take care of you.” His fingers pushed deeper, curling gently at first, stroking along your inner walls in slow, deliberate sweeps.

Every curl coaxed thick, milky globs of his cum to slide out—warm, heavy ropes that dripped down his wrist and mixed with the shower water in obscene, pearly streams. He kept the motion patient but relentless, scissoring slowly to open you wider, pressing firmly against that swollen, oversensitive spot inside you until your soft cock twitched helplessly and a weak dribble of pre-cum leaked out despite how spent you were.

“Still so full of me,” he breathed against your ear, voice low and intimate, almost reverent. “Gonna get every last drop out so you can sleep comfortable, okay? Relax into it… let it happen.”

He added a third finger, stretching you wider still, the burn mingling with that deep, aching pleasure that made your toes curl against the wet tiles. He twisted gently, scissoring in slow, rhythmic motions, fingertips dragging along every ridge and fold, scooping out stubborn globs that clung to your walls. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers working inside you filled the steam—slow squelches, soft gushes as more cum poured out in heavy waves, running down your thighs in thick rivers before the water carried it away. Every press against that spot made your hole flutter weakly, clenching around his fingers on instinct, milking them the same way it had milked his cock for hours.

You moaned low and broken, too exhausted to do anything but take it, head lolling against his shoulder as fresh tears—different this time, softer, overwhelmed with care—slipped down your cheeks.

“There you go… good boy,” he praised, lips brushing your temple. “Look at all that… so much of me still inside you. Just let it out for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

He kept going, patient, thorough, curling deeper, twisting slower, thumb rubbing firm, soothing circles over your sensitive rim while his other arm held you upright against his chest. Another thick rush leaked out, then another, the warm water finally starting to run clearer as he coaxed the very last stubborn loads from your depths. Your walls fluttered one final time around his fingers, weak and trembling, and he curled them gently one more time just to be sure—making sure nothing was left—before he slowly, carefully withdrew.

The sudden emptiness made you whimper softly, hole clenching around nothing, but he was already there—kissing your neck, your jaw, your tear-streaked cheek. “All done, sweetheart. All clean now.”

He rinsed you again, letting the warm water soothe every aching inch, then turned off the spray and reached for the biggest, softest towel. He dried you with aching tenderness—patting rather than rubbing, careful around every bruise, every bite, every swollen inch of skin. When he reached your stomach he spent extra time, toweling gently over the skin, murmuring quiet praises the whole time. “My beautiful boy… look at you. So perfect.”

Only then did he scoop you up—bridal style this time, your head tucked under his chin—and carry you to the bedroom. He laid you down on cool, clean sheets, slid in behind you, and pulled you flush against his chest. One strong arm draped protectively over your stomach, palm splayed wide like he was already guarding what he’d put there. He held you, letting you feel the solid warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against your back.

He reached for the bottle of lotion on the nightstand—unscented, the one he knew soothed your skin after a heat—and warmed a generous amount between his palms before smoothing it over every bruise, every bite mark, every fingerprint. His fingers traced each mark with feather-light touches, pressing just enough to ease the ache without causing more. He massaged your shoulders, your neck, down your spine, then spent long minutes on your hips and thighs where the bruises were darkest, working the lotion in slow circles until the tension melted. When he reached your stomach again he was even gentler, rubbing the lotion in with both hands in wide, soothing strokes, feeling the warmth beneath his palms.

“So proud of you, my perfect boy,” he whispered, voice husky with satisfaction and love.

You drifted off completely surrounded by him—owned, cherished, utterly spent and utterly safe—the last sensation the slow, soothing circles of his thumb over your belly, the quiet, unshakable promise in every touch that he would always take care of you like this, no matter how many rounds it took, no matter how full or how wrecked you became.

Muscle Memory

He fucks you slowly at first, like he's afraid of being too much. He knows how big he is, how your stomach bulges when he presses in just right. He sees the way your back arches, the way your mouth parts, trembling and breathless, already stuffed so full of him. And he still asks if you're okay. Always. Softly. A kiss at your temple, even while you're shaking. But then there's the moment he hears your breath hitch and sees you look down. Sees you watching your own belly stretch with the obscene outline of his cock. Something flips. That quiet awe in his chest turns into hunger. He rocks into you harder, the bed frame groaning under both your bodies. He watches your thighs start to quiver. Watches your hands scrabble for anything—him, the sheets, your own cock— and he doesn’t stop. Just breathes heavy and praises you, voice thick with arousal. “You take me so good, baby,” he whispers. “Every time, I swear, you fit around me like you were made to. Just perfect.”

Worship

Sometimes he’ll slow down just to admire you like this. Not during foreplay—no, during. When you're already panting under him, hips slick and hole drooling with the stretch, and his cock keeps pressing deeper. He palms your thighs with reverence, kisses down your chest like you’re some sacred thing. Big hands spreading your legs wider. Thumbs digging into the softest parts of you. He’ll murmur things under his breath that make your skin feel hot and holy. “Love your body,” he says. “So soft. So pretty. All mine. And when you clench around him at the praise, he fucking smiles.

Making His Mark

He cums too much. Always has. The first time he stayed the night, you woke up sore and leaking and still full—because you’d passed out before he’d even finished cleaning you up. Kryptonian stamina. He apologized with breakfast in bed and a guilty smile, but when you told him you liked it, he blushed so hard it reached his ears Now it’s become part of the routine. Every time he finishes, he stays inside, grinding in shallow, greedy circles like he’s trying to fuck it all in deeper. The sheets stained, your thighs sticky, your hole raw and red and dripping down the curve of your ass. He watches you try to crawl away, boneless and overstimulated “You can’t just… fill me like that,” you mutter, dizzy. “You’re right,” he says. “I should do it again.”

Spent

He loves looking at you after. Really looking. Your chest rising and falling in slow, wrecked rhythm. Your lips parted, your eyes glazed, your thighs still twitching from the aftershocks. His cum leaking from your hole in thick, messy ropes, all down your skin, soaking into the sheets. You always look ruined, used, perfect. He touches you like he’s not sure he deserves the sight. Just drags a hand down your chest, your thigh, breath caught in his throat. You’re gaping, still stretched wide around the memory of him, and he swears under his breath every time. He brings a hand between your legs and drags two fingers through the mess. Shudders when you whimper from the touch. “Jesus,” he whispers. “Look what I did to you.”

Muscle Memory II

Clark’s a big man. And when you worship him—really let your hands explore the stretch of his abs, the thick strength of his thighs, the wide expanse of his chest—he gets flustered. Because he doesn’t expect it. He doesn’t think you see him like that. But you do. You kiss the line of his stomach, trace your tongue up to the cleft between his pecs, and he sucks in a breath every time. “You’re beautiful,” you say. He huffs out a laugh, ducking his head. “You think so?” You palm him through his briefs—heavy, half-hard, already huge— and smile up at him. “I know so.” When you finally get him naked, you take your time. You kneel between his legs, run your hands across every inch of that body, skin warm and golden under your palms. You stroke his cock slow—long, thick, flushed pink at the tip—and tell him how good he looks like this, hard and wanting for you. “I want you inside me,” you whisper. “Want you to fuck me open with this big fucking thing. Want you to fill your boyfriend with all that cum until it’s dripping out of me.” His breath hitches. And then he gives you exactly what you asked for. "Sweet heaven."

Where You Go Softest

There’s something about your body that Clark loves with aching intensity. Your thighs, especially. He says they’re his favorite place to rest his head, his hands, his mouth. You’ve seen him fuck himself stupid just from the sight of you spread open, thighs trembling, your cock flushed and leaking against your belly. He grabs handfuls of your ass while he thrusts, steady and deep, burying his face in your neck to muffle the sounds he makes. Sometimes he just moans your name like a broken prayer. “Could stay inside you forever,” he pants. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Squeezing me like that, fuck.” And when he’s just eating you out? Forget it. He’s obsessed. Tongue buried in your hole, big hands pinning your hips down, leaving finger-shaped bruises across your ass as he devours you like he’s starved. He doesn’t stop until your cock’s twitching untouched on your stomach and your thighs are shaking around his ears.

Without Harm

When he holds you down, it’s not with force. It’s with care. Clark cradles your waist with one hand, the other under your ass to angle your hips up, and it’s almost absurd how easy it is for him to manhandle you. He could bend you in half with one arm, pin your wrists above your head with a single hand, keep you in place while his cock drills deep. But he never rushes. Even when he’s fucking you hard: sweat beading at his temples, his broad chest slick and flexing over yours—he checks in. A hand brushing your cheek. A kiss between thrusts. A question, murmured against your throat. “Still good, baby? Can you take more?” You always say yes. Even when your body’s shaking. Even when your hole is raw and stretched wide open, swallowing him deeper than you ever thought you could take. He presses a hand to your lower belly and moans when he feels himself inside you. “God. That’s me.”

Overflow

Clark doesn’t need toys. Doesn’t need anything but you on your back, legs spread, begging him to go slow while your body contradicts you and sucks him in. He’s thick from tip to base, flushed and heavy, the kind of cock that curves just enough to ruin you. You’ve never been able to take him all at once, not without working up to it. He helps; spit, fingers, gentle coaxing—and still, every time, your body trembles when he breaches you. “You’re doing so good,” he whispers, rocking his hips. “Let me in. Let me fill you up.” And he does. You feel him for hours after. His cum drips out of you long after he’s pulled out—thick, cloudy, sticky strings that leave you ruined between the legs. Sometimes you can’t even close your thighs properly. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out at all. You’ll feel it trickle out when you’re washing dishes or putting on pants, and he’ll catch you pausing with a faraway look in your eyes and murmur, “Still leaking?”

Evidence of Him

He never tires of seeing you like this. Sprawled out beneath him, wrecked. Limbs slack. Hole gaping. His come dripping out in slow, shiny streaks down the curve of your ass and the inside of your thighs. Clark watches. He runs his hand down your spine, dips his fingers between your cheeks, and hums at the sight of your trembling rim, twitching open, pink and raw and leaking. He never says much. Just soft sounds of awe. A whispered “Christ,” maybe, or “You look perfect like this.” Sometimes he spreads you open again just to see it. To see how loose you are. How thoroughly he’s fucked you. How your hole flutters like it misses him already. “You need me again?” he asks, almost innocent. Thumb still dragging through the mess he left. You nod. Of course you do. He’s already hard again.

The Unravel

It doesn’t take long to unravel. Clark can take you standing up, bent over the sink, pressed against the wall, or face down in bed with a pillow under your hips. Every angle stretches you in new ways. Every time feels like the first time. Sometimes it’s fast. You’re soaked already, hungry for him, and he’s in you with one smooth thrust. Sometimes it’s slower. Long strokes, deep grinding, his hand around your cock while he fills you. Your body doesn’t know what to do with him. It tries to reject the stretch, even as your moans get louder, your back arches, your legs shake. And when you come: ruined, overstimulated, voice cracking from how hard you cry out. Clark follows with a deep, full groan. He never pulls out.

Rest, Ripe, and Heavy

Afterward, he’s always starving. You’re still trying to catch your breath, still aching and loose and wrecked, and Clark’s already pulling on a pair of sweats, padding barefoot into the kitchen. You call after him. “Can you give me like five minutes before you start making dinner?” He pops his head back in, cheeks pink, curls messy. “I wasn’t gonna make dinner,” he says. “Just a snack.” You laugh, rubbing your stomach. “You just blew my back out.” He shrugs, sheepish. “I’m still a growing boy.” You roll your eyes and tell him to come back to bed, and he does, climbing under the sheets with you, hand pressed to your belly, whispering he’s sorry for how sore you’ll be tomorrow. He’s not sorry.

**

He doesn’t remember the ruin; the blood soaked fingers that thread through his hair. Softly, gently, lovingly. He doesn’t remember his trembles beneath him, the soft, strangled moans, the claw marks left on his back. Y/n didn’t remember any of it — his memory is closed and bottled and gone and his mind is a mess. He remembers scratching at the door of the church for mercy, and being welcomed.

Y/n remembers first meeting him, the man clothed in white; the man with silky golden hair and cerulean blue eyes. The man who was so devastatingly and damningly beautiful that people stopped to stare at him; the man with the gentle smile that swallowed your rage. The man named Anton.

“Poor thing,” Anton had told Y/n, and his fingers had been warm then. Y/n would’ve mistaken anything for warmth; he was so horribly starved of touch and affection that even the simplest of words could feel like the sun to him. And so he basked in it. “Poor thing,” Anton said quietly, “you are at the mercy of God. At me.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Y/n choked out. He knew the emptiness gnawing at his brain. Chewing at nothing, with a bottomless hunger that had yet not been satiated. His fingers had clutched at the priest’s robes; he had nearly cried out from reprieve at seeing another human; another life form. He had stumbled on the bare roads alone. Something about the priest had seemed so familiar and it filled Y/n with indescribable relief.

“You’re trembling,” Anton had murmured softly and gently in return, his fingers brushing Y/n’s cheek. “How fortunate, then. You have stumbled upon the one place that you can be saved. The only place you will be saved.”

Y/n had drunk his words in at the point of time. He had been — ah, what’s that word? He had been docile, yes he had. He had been so painfully and ridiculously pliant to the priest’s needs then, so much like a lamb that had been reared for him, the shepherd — that he now laughed at the absurdity of it all.

The priest, who had been so charming at first, was a vicious monster. The smile never left his face; that ineffable mannerisms he had that was so graceful; so powerful, so divine…and yet Anton robbed people of their lives so easily; with a careless flick and a sanguine, saccharine smile. His fingers were bloody when they traced Y/n’s back, when they touched his face…when they left a crimson, unforgiving trail.

He will kill me, Y/n always thought, he will kill me one day. He will murder me; like he has murdered so many of his foolish believers who throw themselves at his feet…

“When will you kill me?” Y/n had begged once, after the thirty eighth slaughter, after the last of the flames had been snuffed out and burnt carcasses lay on the floor again. “Why did you welcome me? Why did you — why did you let me live and why do you treat me so well? Why do you treat me like I’m special — when you are simply going to kill me?”

Oh, yes, Anton treated him so differently. During service Anton rebuked those who tormented Y/n for being a new believer. Y/n watched as others poured their savings out for Anton and he didn’t bat an eye at them. But with Y/n…why? Y/n’s memories had not yet returned; and he was beginning to accept the bleak reality that it would never do so. And so now he was left to spiral here, in this crazed madness where the priest ruled this place like a cult and he had no answers and only him —

I should never have come, Y/n found himself thinking over this all the time, I should never have been on that path, walking towards the church. This is not holy: this is not divine.

“Oh, Y/n,” Anton sighed. “Oh, Y/n.” He stalked towards Y/n; his large strides making Y/n flinch and cower and summon the last vestiges of his strength to bare his teeth; like a dog that had yet not been tamed. The priest’s hands were cold this time round as he tipped the (h/c)-haired boy’s chin up. “You will never die. You are the Chosen One. The one who is my most beloved ordained proxy. The heavens have chosen you. I have chosen you.”

His words were sweet, coated in so much honey that Y/n wanted to vomit.

“You kill all of them,” Y/n choked out, “you -you cannot possibly believe that what you’re doing is —”

“You don’t understand,” Anton said sadly, “not yet; it seems.”

“Murder,” Y/n finished, “it’s fucking murder- do you hear me? I can’t believe I ever listened to you- I can’t believe I ever thought I would — kill me, just kill —”

“You were like this before,” Anton’s tone had hardened, but it held that tone of wistfulness from before. Almost stern; like a beguiling parent chiding a naughty child. “Then I went through all that trouble to do that…and still you rebel; still you fight. How many lessons do you need to learn?”

“Fuck you,” the words had slipped from Y/n’s throat before he knew it, “fuck your murderous tendencies and your cult and your deranged —”

Anton had taken his arm then, in a grip so tight it bruised, and had forced Y/n to stare at those unsettling eyes of his. Y/n had swallowed; Anton had looked hungrily at him; with thinly veiled desire and fondness and reluctance.

Reluctance…?

“It pains me to do this,” Anton said calmly, his voice soft. “But it seems punishment is needed for you. I shall not do something as extreme as what I did the last time…but you do need to learn a lesson.”

“No,” Y/n whispered.

“You will be declared holy. You will be consecrated. You will be freed from sin.”

The lessons would be the start of despair; of torment.

**

Y/n remembers his attempts at fighting. He remembers clawing at locked doors that won’t budge; the endless darkness that he was drenched in, the protest of not eating food and water. He remembers the corpses lined up in his mind, relentless and determined to make him miserable. He remembers screaming; until his throat is hoarse and until he is sure the Gods have grown tired of his misery. He remembers cursing God at his pain; at his situation.

“Will you surrender yet?” Anton asks softly. He holds a starved Y/n; his arms the only flicker of warmth. Y/n’s head, on his lap, the hallucinations driving him mad. He looks at the priest; he stares. He feels emptiness, hatred.

Starving himself had not worked; he had been forcibly fed. He had tried to stab the priest with a knife, and it had melted into a puddle of wax.

“Sin is resistance,” Anton tells him, smiling so serene, so beautiful. “I will purge you of it. You are Chosen, Y/n: remember that. I will allow no one to taint you; no one to touch you.”

Y/n remembers slipping into a haze. He remembers lips against his own. He remembers being too weak to fight back.

**

Days become weeks; and weeks — they become something completely indecipherable; slipping elusively through the cracks of time. Y/n doesn’t remember Anton ever harming him — not physically, at least; but Anton torments him. Anton bathes him; dresses him in all white, and prays over him with hands that linger too long on the throat. Y/n feels the anger dying in his mouth: but it is so bountiful, so full that it wriggles between his gum like cavities. Anton’s obsession is so sweet it rots Y/n’s teeth.

He speaks of the prophecy; at how they united together through divine matrimony — “You belong to me,” Anton says sweetly. He whispers quietly and presses their foreheads together while Y/n squirms and sobs.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Y/n says deliriously, “I cannot. I cannot — I cannot accept this: I cannot — I cannot live like this. Let me go, Anton. Let me go —”

Who was he before this? Has he ever been a person? What had the outside been like?

I am utterly isolated, Y/n realizes and he weeps; he weeps big, grieving, loud cries. I do not know anyone else except for him; why has Anton imbued me with only the knowledge of him?

Anton tilts his head and his voice is flat as he speaks. “You still choose to rebel.”

“I —”

“Was everything I did for naught?” He says tonelessly. He looks at Y/n. “I have gone to this extent and you want me to let you go,” he says. His tone is terrifyingly dark and Y/n is shaking, and oh god, the mantra of please let me go repeats in Y/n’s head and he’s stumbling and crying and —

“I declared that I would make you holy,” Anton says, smiling. But it is without mirth; it is completely empty.

“And so I will,” Anton says, “perhaps it’s time to purify you.”

Anton takes Y/n’s hand; very very gently. He pulls Y/n away; for once Y/n is out of that dark attic and he winces when light meets his skin and he wonders if the word purify has a negative or positive connotation to it because he’s free, and he’s seeing the outside world, and —

Oh.

There are hands tearing at his robes, there are harsh kisses pressed to his collarbone and Anton is undressing and there is an — altar; an incense burning in a censer and its smells sweet…Y/n hallucinates a lute playing; a pipe…

“After this I will give you a choice,” Anton says cruelly with a smile; “to leave. If you can walk, that is.”

**

Y/n learns that his moans are loud; strangled, like his screams. Or perhaps his moans and screams are blending together and he doesn’t know which is which; but he does know that they are ripped mercilessly from his throat and at least the constant thing in his life is that he is offered no mercy.

“This is what I was supposed to do,” Anton says, his voice a sigh. His eyes are impossibly dark and his expression is so cold and terrifying and warm at the same time…his fingers ghost over Y/n’s body and he shivers; he feels the touch glide up to his nipples and he feels teeth rest at the curve of his throat.

I can feel his pulse, Y/n thinks. I can feel him…entering me…breaking me…all of him.

Y/n knows his scream is loud when the priest pushes his large cock into his body; when he feels his walls tighten around painfully around him like they’re welcoming him, the traitorous hardening of his own cock that is left untouched. He feels delirious, delirious with painful pleasure when the thrusts become forceful and Anton is moving, he’s moving and pushing into him and each time Y/n accepts him, Y/n’s hands go to his back and they scratch and claw.

Their kisses are ravenous. They are dotted with sin, lined with pleasure and desire that should not exist. It is the forbidden fruit; they are falling from the Garden of Eden and Anton has claimed him. There are bottomless pools of blood in Y/n’s vision when he looks at Anton; when he cries for him to stop! And yet his own body aches; wants more. Y/n arches his back still, feels the delicate curve of his spine bending in submission and he twitches his hips while Anton takes more; he takes more and more and he does not stop.

“You will not leave,” Anton says in between his thrusts; as he nips Y/n’s ear. He smiles victoriously above Y/n’s body. “After I’m done…you shall be complete; perfect. I have held back for you.”

“Anton,” Y/n cries out. The name is stuck in his throat, hoarded in his mouth. Why is it all he knows? Where are his memories? Where is the past, the before? Where is his identity — is Anton right; does it rest with him?

(Chosen; chosen, chosen. You are the Chosen One. Why run away?)

“My darling,” Anton says; and he laughs. “Do you want me to continue? You want choices, don’t you? There it is. Do you want me to continue?”

Y/n whimpers below him. “Anton,” he repeats. His mind is broken; he cannot think but god everything is empty and the church is all he has, and —

“Beg,” Anton says, his voice stern. His fingers thrum against the expanse of Y/n’s flesh. He waits to take him apart, to peel him like a fruit and to devour him whole. The bruises on Y/n’s hip have a dull sort of pain. He cannot think.

“Do it, Y/n,” Anton coaxes, tone gentler this time. He kisses the tears off Y/n’s face. “Be good for me. You can do that, right? You can be so good…”

“Please,” the word leaves Y/n’s mouth. “Please ruin me. Please purify me. Please save me.”

Anton crashes his lips onto Y/n; drunk off his declaration; his plea, his piteous, soft cries. He knew Y/n would come around one day. He knew Y/n had to; he knew it was their fates intertwined, their destinies together melding into a singular line. The sex that follows is even more overwhelming; but it is glorious, it is divine.

After it is over, after Y/n is sprawled on the stained sheets and the sweet smell of the incense continues to permeate Y/n’s nostrils… Anton cradles him; soothes him after it’s over.

“Do you still wish to run?” He asks. Then, a more brutal question; “Can you still run?”

**

Y/n is given a choice. He remembers the ruin; the divinity; the purification. He is sanctified, he is pure, he is holy. He is made new.

Anton smiles. “Darling; do you still want to leave?”

Y/n feels a barrage of soft kisses on his forehead. The priest is gentle. The priest is kind. He is chosen.

(Forgive me, Y/n thinks to whatever God who has ignored him, Forgive me, for I no longer wish to be saved.)

**

PAST

“You disobey me,” Anton said quietly. “You slit your wrists; you run away. I have no choice but to start over; to erase your reality. To start from point one.”

“Stop,” Y/n screamed, “do you have enough of this? Do you have enough of —”

“I shall erase your memory,” Anton said, sounding pleased with himself. “Yes; that will be brilliant.”

“I will always run,” Y/n told him through his despairing tears, through the haze of pain and through the priest’s clutch on him. “I will run from you.”

Anton stared at Y/n, before he laughed. He laughed for a good minute; before he stared at Y/n like he had said something so painfully amusing.

“My darling,” Anton shook his head, “my dear. You will never stray from the divine path. You will find me. You will be helpless; you will knock on my door and you will beg for me.”

“No,” Y/n choked out, “I will not. I will kill myself before doing so.”

Anton looked fondly at Y/n. “You funny thing. I will bring you from the dead. You cannot run from me.”

The priest kissed Y/n for the last time; the (h/c)-haired male struggled viciously, but eventually slumped in the priest’s arms.

Anton smiled. Ah; yes, Y/n was his. Nothing could tear them apart; he was God; he commanded the will of the universe. He would wait. He would wait to purify him; to make him stronger; to make him holy…

To sanctify him.

**

It left you with the task of “babysitting” his partner—the ever-famous and reliable Connor. 

You didn’t mind him. Truly, you had no qualms about working with an android. You’d much rather him than Detective Reed. He was a real piece of work. But, there were times when Connor could be a teensy bit unnerving, which was no fault of his. As far as you know, he’d only been made a few years ago.  

Hank had even invited you and a few other detectives and uniformed officers to watch a basketball game. Connor had told you he nudged him to be social, and you distinctly remembered snickering quietly as you stood next to him, bringing the plastic cup of alcohol to your lips as you told Connor he was performing miracles. 

So it wasn’t like you were unfamiliar with Connor. Neither of you had worked a case together. There was a difference between casually watching a game of basketball and working on an attempted homicide case.

“Yeah,” you slipped your eyes closed and peeled away from the window. “I’m just thinking. Sorry.”

“What are you apologising for?”  Connor tilts his head. Looking all the more puppy-like. 

You hesitated to answer him as you turned to face him. Would an android be able to understand the inner turmoil in your head at the moment? You doubted that they even had brain fog, or that their ability to be happy sometimes partially relied on the weather. The thought of even confessing this to him caused heat to rise to your cheeks and you shrugged it off.  

“Taking my sweet ass time to think,” your muttering earns another head-tilt from the detective. “It is a tough case,” he responds neutrally, “the circumstances have me…bewildered.”

You scoff as your expression turns incredulous. Connor offers a gentle smile, his brown eyes as warm as ever as his knees shift to point your way in his seat. It escapes your mind that this man was capable of inhuman feats— vaulting between the gaps of buildings, tanking bullets to his torso with minimal issues, being a walking forensics lab to name a few— and you loosen your grip on the steering wheel. 

“The evidence left was nearly nonexistent thanks to the rain. The victim’s in a coma, and the perp was careful. It was a methodically planned out crime. I’m frustrated.” 

“You don’t show it,” your tone is lighthearted and Connor breathes out a laugh. “Sorry, is that offensive?” you grimace, shoulders lifting. 

”Because I’m an android?” Connor laughs again. He leans into the seat, posture still impeccable somehow, and shakes his head. “I’m not offended. It is something I have to work on. Hank says my dry humour isn’t always appreciated. He suggests I have a sunnier disposition.”

”What? Like his?” 

Connor coughs into his fist— you belatedly realise he had snickered and feel the brain fog slowly begin to fade away as you turn your car's ignition. The smooth rumbling and the radio announcer's voice blend seamlessly with Connor and your laughter. 

“You don’t have to apologise for being thorough, detective. It’s an admirable trait to have.” His reassurance should not have your heart picking up speed, but it does and you focus on the road before you instead. Your brain reminds you of every little road law that you had not thought about for years as the other vehicles on the road— including yours— fall into a monotonous routine. 

“So you admire me? I’m honoured,” you jest. Connor knows you’re joking. But his gaze lingers on you, the darkening bags under your eyes, the grip on your steering wheel, and the way your heart rates slightly elevated despite simply driving. Connor is perceptive, he was made to be. He noticed just how— for lack of a better word— funny your body acted when you were alone with him. At first, he assumed the rush of blood to your face and your slightly clammy palms indicated anxiety. All signs pointed that way. 

But you carried on conversations with him as smoothly as ever. He wondered if you had a knack for acting, most people do in their own ways, but you weren’t someone that was distrustful. He could hardly imagine you being deceitful. You were like he had said; admirable. Maybe a little clumsy at times, hard-headed too when you find a lead but Hank says that’s normal for younger detectives. 

‘The need to prove themselves, make a name in the precinct.’

Hank had told him. The human desire to leave a mark on the world, to be remembered. Connor could flood his entire brain with historical figures with a blink. Some more infamous than famous, some with their names used as a stand-in for another word even. So he knows that’s a fact.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts as you stop at a red-light. The pitter-patter of rain makes you squint at the warbling sight past the windshield. You pinch your brows tight, and Connor says something funny. 

“I’m starving.” 

“…What?”

He points to a diner. The red and yellow colour scheme stands out brightly in the gloomy hues of the weather and Detroit smog. The place was less than desirable, and as Connor read through the reviews and health department ratings he found himself tightening his smile. Still, he urged you to park in the parking lot next to it because he was ‘starving.’

You didn’t want to offend him by asking what exactly he meant. Maybe he’d gotten a stomach upgrade or something to be able to fit in a bit better. Eating together was an important aspect in socializing after all. So you kept your questions to yourself, simply parking all the way in the back and unbuckling your seat belt. Only to stop when Connor places a hand on your shoulder. You stiffen, turning to face him with your eyes widened and your brows raised in question.

”How long have you been awake, detective?” 

You sputter, your words barely tangible as your mouth gapes. Connor’s head-tilt this time seemed more like a honed police dog than a puppy, and you pressed your lips together. 

“I don’t know. I don’t exactly count that down, ya’ know?” You motion your eyes between him and his hand. Connor reluctantly slips it away and folds them politely on his lap. You try to ignore the lingering feeling of his body warmth on you. Your brain was playing tricks on you, mocking you again for not having a supercomputer instead of a mass of flesh and short-circuiting neurons. 

“I estimate 16-hours.” 

‘Way to rub it in,’ you thought bitterly. More so to yourself than Connor. But he catches the twinge of displeasure in your eyes. 

“Maybe we should end our day early. Both of us are tired.”

”Jesus, Connor. First, you’re starving and now you’re tired? Are you trying to take pity on me, or something?”

The anger in your voice is beginning to make itself known. Your lips curl as you hastily unbuckle yourself and practically swing your door open. Cold air rushes in, and so does rain, but you stubbornly soldier through. 

“I’m a grown-ass man. I can take care of myself.”

The car shakes when you close your door and Connor’s reminded of Hank. Logically, there was no way every single detective he’d known could be such…hardasses, but yet here he was with his own sample size. The thought of you sharing similarities to Hank causes him to scrunch his nose, as if tasting something sour, and he sighs softly. Connor rushes towards your grumpy figure, entering into the restaurant just a few steps behind you. 

The servers glance Connor’s way, wary but trying their best not to show it. As long as they didn’t commit any crimes in front of him, Connor would stay out of their way. Besides that, he had more pressing things to attend to. You, in particular. You find a quiet corner to sit at and Connor sits across from you, watching as you rub your hands together. 

He wanted to ask if you were cold. But he shouldn’t push his luck. Maybe he should’ve been more tactful leading you here, but he wasn’t unhappy that you weren’t behind the wheel anymore. For a while, the ambience of the restaurant muffles the awkward silence. You reach for some of the tissues and wipe off as much water as you can from your jacket, and face. 

Then, you push the box to Connor. He nods, then methodically wipes off as much water as he can. The peace offering was taken, so the silence was less thick this time. 

“What can we get for you, man?” You give a tight smile to the waiter, telling him you’d like a warm cup of coffee. He tells you the coffee here is shit. Connor knows he isn’t lying— the reviews didn’t exactly hold back on them regarding that. 

“Shitty coffee is exactly what I need,” sarcasm drips from your words. You add on a sandwich with a side of fries and the waiter goes off to fulfill your order. Another bout of silence. 

“Is the case keeping you awake?” Connor takes in the micro-expressions on your face. The twitch in your cheek, the tension between your brows, and when you brush your tongue over your lips his eyelids flutter. 

“It’s frustrating. I know. But you’re one of the youngest detectives in our precinct for a reason, your record’s impeccable.” You know he’s telling the truth, and using it as a way to comfort you. It was sweet, and you resist the urge to grin his way and say ‘thanks’ like some bright-eyed idiot. 

“It’s not just that, Connor,” you knead at the nape of your neck. Barely straightening up when your shitty coffee arrives in a white mug. The smell and warmth loosens your shoulders, and even when you grimace as you take a gulp the comforting heat that travels through you further eases the tension from you. 

You dismiss his reassurance. He takes note of it, but doesn’t push. Connor slides the sugar your way and you squint your eyes up at him as your cheeks barely lift to give him a pursed-lip smile. You were exhausted. It’s like the walk from the car to the diner sapped everything out of you. 

“The victim’s mom…God, she was…”

Connor knows. He saw her rush to you with tears streaming down her face as she begged for answers that you didn’t have. Her daughter was in a coma from an attack, her stitches fresh and bruises discolouring her skin— it would cause any parent distress. 

“It’s been days of nothing. No trails, no motive, we have a shitty CCTV clip of him running out the door but then what? We owe it to her to find answers for her daughter.”

”I know, and we will bring him to justice. But, detective,” Connor’s voice turns severe as he searches for your gaze. “It does no one no good if you’re sleep deprived. I need my partner to solve this case, so I need you to be 100%”

You scoff, ignoring the clink of the plate of food being put down your table as your sandwich arrives. It’s suspiciously room temperature while the plate is warm, and the fries are a little limp but you just stare down at your coffee. 

“You don’t exactly need me. I can barely think.”

”Yes, that tends to happen when someone experiences sleep deprivation.” 

You curl your nose at him, and he just gestures to your plate of food. You take a few bites and with each of them your face twists into further confusion. Eventually, you settle on eating your fries, something Connor thought was the safest option. He tries not to stare at you too much, occasionally looking out the window and noticing the Raindrop Race as most people do during a storm. 

There that puppy is again. Your eyes soften, and you grumble with your mouth still full of food. ”Sorry for being a dick.” 

Connor just chuckles. 

“Sorry, but Detective Anderson’s got you beat there. I didn’t even notice you were being a dick.”

Connor can’t drive. Something they were still pending on regarding androids driving personal vehicles. It was dumb, if androids were allowed to commandeer buses and aeroplanes then why couldn’t they drive their own cars? 

He’s not happy with you buckling into the driver’s seat. But the shitty coffee wasn’t worth a refill and you were in no mood to order anything else. 

“You should rest before you get behind the wheel, detective.”

You look over your shoulder and sigh. “There’s a motel, but I’m not shelling out 40 bucks for a 3-hour nap. I’ll be—“ you yawn, and you try to speak through the yawn “—fineee. I just had a coffee anyway. It’ll kick in.”

When you reach for the gear, he places a hand over yours. You’re always a bit surprised at how skin-like his touch was. You’d seen him exchange information with other androids before, how the flesh just smooths away to reveal that pure-white shell. You didn’t hate it though. He felt nicer than the cup of coffee. The weight of him, the feeling of the lines on his palms. Artificial or not— it was still Connor.

He narrows his eyes. His head tilts. Connor leans in, and you don’t lean away. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, detective. Do I make you nervous?”

”E-excuse me?” Your grip loosens, but Connor keeps your hand pinned beneath his. It was effortless; naturally, what with him being made of some sort of metal. 

“Your heart rate rises, you get clammy palms, but your pupils they,” he trails off as he catches your gaze with his own. Curiosity was so clearly written across Connor’s face, you felt like he was attempting to read you— as though you were some case file that he wanted to pour hours of attentiveness into. A steel-trap resolve to understand you more, to know your motives and intentions and grasp you in his arms. 

If you were a criminal, maybe you’d feel much more frightened. 

You tried to mask your expression, twisting your mouth into a frown.

”My pupils…what?”

”They…expand.” Connor tilts his head, then his mouth parts like he came to a stunningly miraculous conclusion. 

“Detective, do you perhaps have an infatuation towards me?” 

The radio plays a jaunty tune from decades ago, and the rain doesn’t lighten up the slightest. You don’t say anything. Stunned at your own stupidity for thinking Connor out of all people wouldn’t have noticed— the guy read your heart rate for fucks sake!

You try to slip your hand away from him, but he carefully cinches his fingers around your wrist. 

“Connor,” you warn. Your voice coloured with embarrassment. 

“Please, I’d like to know,” he sounded sincere. You wondered if he was morbidly curious about it. It wasn’t that humans falling in love with androids were anything new, there were plenty of cases. 

“I…shit, maybe I do have an infatuation with you, okay? It’s not like there’s a lot of options at our precinct,” you grumble as you finally slip your hand away from him. You place your hands on the steering wheel, but make no move to actually drive. 

Connor’s lower lip almost juts out as he processes what you said. Then the corners of his mouth curl up, and he faces his knees your way again. 

“You had a process of elimination to determine who’d be your precinct eye candy, detective?”

Your ears nearly turned red at the teasing tone he takes. You narrow your eyes at him, cursing for him to shut up as you reach for the gear again. But again, Connor’s hand grasps yours. 

“Are you trying to fuck with me or something, Connor?” 

“…I could if it’d help you rest.”

”What?”

Connor offers that gentle smile again, then glances down at your hand in his. He smooths the pad of his thumb over your jutting knuckles, and he feels the rush of blood on the protruding vein. 

“Orgasms are known to help with sleep.”

Your jaw drops. 

“My model doesn’t have functioning genitalia, but I can still provide—“  He flutters his lashes when you slap a hand over his mouth. Your brows are furrowed as you try to find the words. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is the offer offensive to you, detective?” Connor’s voice is muffled from behind your hand but he continues.”I just assumed that it would…my apologies.”

”I didn’t even know you could talk about those sorts of things…” You said in a breathless voice, stuck between feeling appalled and amused at the absurdity of it all. He tilts his head and you unmask his mouth, retreating into your seat again as you try to process his words. 

“I am…” he searches for the word, and you watch as he thinks. “Fond of you, detective.” Fond wasn’t a common word in these modern scenarios, and you’re unsure what he means exactly by it but you allow him to continue. 

“And I would rather you be well-rested than not. I can help…if you’d like me to.” You try to find any trace of bullshit on his face. You find none.

”Christ, you do this for every partner you have?”  Connor’s face twists into genuine disgust at your lacklustre joke. “Please don’t even imply that with my relationship with Detective Anderson.” 

You grimace, and apologize as you knead at the back of your neck once again. 

“Do you even know how to—“ Connor smirks at you when you ask. You shut your mouth and scoff. Of course, even if he didn’t know now…he could learn how with a few blinks.

”Show off.”

”We all have our flaws.”

”Shit, am I really going to spend 40 bucks for a nap and a lay?” You reach again for the gear and Connor’s had it. He reaches for your chin, pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger and he forces you to look at him. 

“Visibility’s low with the rain, detective. This diner isn’t well-liked. Your window tint provides enough cover as is. You can rest in the backseat.”

“Holy shit,” you utter. A lazy roll of heat crawls down your spine at his assertiveness. You’d never seen it aimed your way before— maybe a few times towards Hank, and a few interrogations as well. But never at you. You gulped thickly, then nodded. 

“Okay.”

You’re both sitting side-by-side in the backseat. The rush of cold that flooded in from opening the car doors causes you to shiver, so Connor slides his hands into yours. He raise his body temperature and you sigh in relief. You turn when he gets closer and when your nose brushes against his own he pauses. 

You’re wide-eyed. So unlike the detective he’s known. It’s adorable. Connor reaches and cups your cheek in his warm palm. Your breath stutters when he ghosts his fingers over the curve of your cold ears. 

“May I kiss you, detective? Studies show that foreplay can lead to a more pleasurable—“ You press your lips together. His eyes widen a bit, but he then adjusts to accommodate. 

It’s unfair how good he is at kissing if this was his first kiss. You frown, and pull away as the thought crosses your mind. 

“Is this your first kiss?”

”Yes.” 

Connor pulls you in again and you gasp. He doesn’t slip his eyes closed. He didn’t want to— though he knows it's what was expected. Connor was curious, and he wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself. His attentive, thorough, partner deserved the same dedication in the bedroom. Connor could keep watch while he read through the case files, it wouldn’t be any less productive. 

You made a sweet noise when he experimentally bit down on your lower lip. He slips his hands into your jacket and slips it off your shoulders. His warm touch causes goose flesh to ripple under your clothes. Your flesh is so soft— he’s always marvelling at how soft humans are. So plush, and so fragile. 

You flutter your eyes open when he trails his kisses down your chin, to your jaw, and after a sweet kiss under your jaw he descends to your neck. You crinkle his coat when he traces his tongue on your pulse. 

“Your neck is sensitive,” he notes in a whisper. You slip his coat off next, your fingers crawling up to his nape and feeling the scratchy texture of his ‘shaved’ hairs. He grasps at your waist and you groan his name.

It stokes something within Connor. 

“Am I doing good, detective?” You nod wordlessly against the junction of his neck and shoulder. Your body is louder than you are— rising heart rate, the flushed ears, the perspiration on your skin— and he finds himself a bit upset at it.

He calls out your name, and you turn your head to look at him questioningly. 

“I…” Connor pauses for a second. This word always felt foreign for Connor, but he should say what he means if he wanted this interaction to go well. Studies had shown open communication during intimate acts proved more positive results, and he didn’t want the foundation of trust and infatuation between you to become shaky. 

So he continues. 

“I need to know if I’m making you feel good.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, then to his lips as you nod again. 

“You’re making me feel really nice, Connor. Your hands are so warm, and as annoying as it is you’re a real good kisser.”

Connor preens inwardly, and his grip on your waist turns more confident. 

“I’m sorry for being a good kisser,” he teases. You chuckle, brushing your teeth over his neck as you undo his tie. There was something fun about unwrapping Connor from his usually perfect shell. You can’t deny the rush it gave you, and he returns the eager sentiment as he unbuttons your top. 

You shoulder it off and he presses his kisses there too. His warm hands touch your bare torso and when it reaches your pebbling nipple, you bite down gently on his neck. Connor chuckles, tilting his head down at you as he nips at your collarbones. 

“You might break your teeth if you try any harder.” 

“Worth it.”

”Absolutely not.”

You feel his hands reach to unzip your jeans and when he does, he pats your outer thigh. You look at him, panting while he motions for you to lay down. The second you do, he descends onto you like a heated and weighted blanket. A very handsome one. 

Your eyelids go a bit heavy and Connor relishes at the signs of success. You shimmy out of your jeans, Connor helps. 

You’re now in your underwear and Connor zeroes in at the darkening spot on it. You curse, telling him not to stare but he remains fixated on it. 

“You’re aroused. Very aroused.” 

”I’m very aware, Connor,” you reply dryly. 

He braces himself on his elbows, kissing you again and you’re struggling to keep up. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, his loosened tie dragging across your torso as his tongue battles for dominance. He reaches to place a palm against the window when he feels the seat under him giving away under his hand. It leaves a print, thanks to the panting you’re doing and him raising his body temperature. 

You inhaled sharply when that same hand sneaks down your sides. Connor watches you as your brows furrow, your jaw loose as every little noise excites him more and more. 

“Does this feel good?”

He slips his hands in your underwear and you flutter your eyes open. 

Connor’s eyes are hungry for your praise. 

“Touch me more, Connor. Please.”

He finds your slicked hole. You moan as he presses his fingers on your cock, and begins to rub you off. You stretch your back, tossing your head back as your hips ground on the seats. He’s entranced by it— by you. 

“Fuuuck, that feels good.”

”Forgive me, I didn’t think to ask what terms you’d like to use for your—“ Connor is cut off by your wanton groan. “Dick, cock, cunt,” you mutter against his lips before sneaking your tongue into his mouth again. He finally slips his eyes closed this time, focusing on your cock as he swallows your moans. 

“You’re too tense,” Connor tells you as he grasps the back of your neck. The car’s swaying slightly with the movement, and you mewl when he slides two fingers down to your cunt. 

“I was going to cum,” you pant out. Connor narrows his eyes at you. 

“Liar.”

He slides his fingers into you and you cover your mouth, thighs trying to snap shut around his hand if it weren’t for him quickly slipping out again. 

“Hm,” Connor peels away from you and you’re left a bit confused until he’s maneuvering your body around like a puppet master. You find yourself on his lap and he’s gazing up at you as your underwear is looped around your left thigh. You looked like a desperate slut— your button up still sleeved on your arms, your badge swaying between your bodies as your underwear’s rolled down, while your boots are still on. 

But Connor? 

With his loose tie and tousled brown hair. Pants still intact, and despite the crumpled shirt; he looked much more composed.

He holds your police badge, and then pulls you down for a kiss. Your bare cunts on his lap and he spreads your ass apart causing you to lift up. 

“You need to relax,” he whispers to your skin. “I can assure you that there’s no one here, just us. No one can see us.”

”This…This is still illegal I think,” you laugh at it. Connor gives you a pointed look, groaning a bit as you giggle about it. 

“Must you remind me?” Connor nearly grumbles. You press another kiss to his cheek, then to the tail of his eyebrows. 

“My bad, Mr Goody Two Shoes— Ah! Fuh—Fuck!”

He’s slipped two fingers in again, and you barely give any resistance to it. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, glancing out the window to ensure no one else can this— see you. So exposed on his lap, dishevelled and shivering in pleasure.

He presses a hand to the small of your back and it forces you to arch it further. He pumps his digits in and out of you. A slow pace that has you bunching his shirt in your fists as you mewl on top of him. He curls his fingers and you moan out his name.

That lick of fire within him grows bigger. You’re sweating now, and he strokes up your spine to impede the race your droplets of sweat were in. Connor takes your nipple in his mouth and you brace a hand on the roof of your car. 

You tighten around him, hips jerking and brushing your dripping dick onto the front of his pants. Marking him with your slick. 

“You’re— You’re making me— I’m going to—“

Connor looks up at you through his lashes, his expression puppy-like and you cum around his fingers. 

He releases your nipple with a lewd ‘pwah’ and reluctantly snaps the string of saliva that connects him to you with a sweep of his tongue. You try to catch your breath, swaying slightly as the aftershocks of your orgasm lazily wash over you. 

You fall forward into him and Connor wraps his arms around you, smiling a bit as he feels your breathing slowing down until you’re limp across him. 

He darts his eyes to his fingers, spreading two of them apart and admiring the traces of you still there. Connor brings them to his lips and into his mouth.