#smut without plot

Loud-mouthed, irritating, obnoxious, so painfully--

“Jabber.” The word slithered through grinding teeth, a jaw clenched so tight bones creaked.

"Whaaaat, dollface? You've gotta loosen up— I mean, seriously!" The man purred from above you, and the sound got on your nerves like a metal fork on porcelain, a headache that pulsed needily at the back of your skull.

It was an intel mission, a simple, no bullshit intel mission to get information about the spherite who'd passed through a busy town and had been seen by a man-- the makeshift "mayor" of the four dozen that lived in the run-down homes made of shacks with rotting wood. It had taken one low jab for the pudgy man's blood to spill, crimson on carpet, blades through flesh. Jabber's doing. Now the town stood without a mayor, and you without your promised reward from Zodyl, only blooming bruises of red and unsightly purple beneath thin clothing to speak of your failure.

"You absolute waste of space!" Your hand tightened around his throat, fingers flying across skin until you found a familiar thump thump thump, and pressed down onto his trachea, delighting silently in the wheeze of air escaping his lungs, you could hear so distinctly with his lips at your ear.

The metal of his Mankira rings dug into your hips, kneading the soft give of your flesh with a delight that was undeniable from the seat of his pants, where a bulge steadily grew from the promise of violence. Voice watery from the blood rushing from his brain, Jabber crooned as he lowered himself down closer to where you lay on the bed, leveling his face with your pelvis, "Gimme more, mama, I'm gonna tear through my pants at this rate." Revulsion, and then anger, tore through you. Red hot, violent vexation that dragged itself up your spine and clogged your throat. "You gravy-sweating motherfucker, I should rip your throat out and leave you voiceless for all your moaning!" The bruises on his throat bled tan skin a feverish red when you released him.

The small room within the depths of the Raiders' underground base smelled of ever-present blood that had made its home in the cracks of the stone floors, and the musk of need that loomed over you both. Your pants, artfully splattered with oil stains and the recent blood of the town's mayor, were slewn out somewhere on that floor, a discarded heap of clothing that represented both your dignity and self-preservation.

Long, ringed fingers trailing down to the hem of your underwear, Jabber looked up toward you with a dopey grin, one that turned upwards just a bit more when the fat of your thighs pressed against his ears on either side of his head, the pressure making his vision all fuzzy.

"Do something useful with that stupid mouth for once."

The demand guided his tongue flat against the flimsy fabric of your underwear covering your clit, dampening the cloth with each long lick. It was a taunt, a game he would never win, but he played anyway so he could enjoy his loss. When the cotton dragged down your thighs and the chill of the room meant sensitive skin, a shiver tore through his body, visceral in its wake as he stared at your exposed cunt like a drooling dog. A want so violent that when his mouth finally met your cunt, smushing against it like he wasn't to be as close as physically possible, you jolted. It was just once, a flinch from the heat of his lips, the dizziness of pleasure. Just once before your calves locked around the back of his head, forcing his tongue deeper, trapping him between your legs, a merciless strength that had stars of black dancing in his vision.

"Damn you…" You seethed.

Fingers fisted in the sheets on either side of your head, you let your hips grind against his face, eyes half lidded and hateful as you watched as your arousal glossed his swollen lips and drenched his chin. Each nudge of his nose against the sensitive hood of your clit had flashes of bliss shooting up from your toes to the roots of your hair. Ruthless, that was a word to describe Jabber. Ruthless in the calculated, deliberate curl of his tongue, the barbell embedded through the tip of it forcing your walls to gush and squeeze around nothing just. For. Him.

And still— “You won't shut up? Will you?!" Voice a pitch lighter, you pushed out the words with a throaty moan that filled the man with something needy, his hips gyrating against the scratchy sheets, each rut dampening the front of his briefs as he cooed against the warmth of your cunt. "S'sweet, so goddamn sweet." But he wasn't talking to you; he was talking to your pussy.

"Look at her, gushing like a fountain, and f'me? You shouldn't have, honeybun." He slurs, planting a balmy kiss on the inside of one thigh. If it had been anyone else, maybe you would've been embarrassed, but him? It only filled you with a want for more. To destroy that composure, to make him break.

The metal of the bedframe groaned with the movement of two bodies as you shifted positions, and Jabber obediently followed. Now, his back was pressed into the mattress, and you were on top. The material of his pants scraped addictingly against the back of your thighs as you sat yourself onto his lap, a hand drifting down between your heaving bodies to shove away useless fabric and yank the waistband down just enough that his cock slapped against his stomach, the tip glistening under the finicky light fixtures of the bedroom, arousal smearing against the curves of his abdomen.

Delighted, Jabber tossed his head back onto the pillow, locs splaying out around his head, a low, drawn-out moan falling from his lips as you dragged one nail up the thick vein on the side of his dick, the sharpness scratching deliciously against delicate skin. "Juuuus' like that, jus' like that.." His eyes were alight as he stared at the way his dick twitched and throbbed in your palm as you stroked it once, twice, before guiding it between your thighs, letting it rest heavy against your cunt. Every dull jerk his cock gave filled his gut with a pleasure so heavy he just had to laugh.

"I hate you so much." You whispered it like a vow and a promise, one he could catalogue as a way to keep you around just to hear you say it because it wasn't love, it wasn't something said between sighs of affection or soft confessions, it was hatred, a disdain that burned and made it all worth it.

The length of Jabber's cock rubs back and forth against your sex as you slowly start to rock your hips in lazy, drawn-out shapes. The wet noises of his tip catching at your entrance...juuust to slip back out again, and the catch of air you tried to hide was music to Jabber's ears. "You tryna tease me, girl— mmh!" The combination of you suddenly shoving a pillow into his face with wholehearted intentions of suffocating him, and the way your pussy practically swallowed him whole in one roll of your hips, had a cry so unashamed shuddering through him that the rest of the team was sure to hear.

But for once, you didn't think about how annoying it was or the cackles that still reached you from beneath the pillow over his face. Your body was abuzz with something new, something raw and addictive. Every inch, every noticeable vein tracing up his cock, you felt it, up to how his tip smooched your cervix like it had done it dozens of times before. The burn of the stretch was nothing compared to how right it felt to use, to take without shame.

Jabber's hands clawed at your wrists, blunt nails brushing skin, engulfing them easily in a way you tried to ignore, not to push away, but to encourage, forcing you to press the thick cotton of the pillow harder against his face, making air scarce. Each breath, each low, raspy whine he let out suffocated him, hias dick jumped needily inside you. He was loving this.

"Your shame knows no bounds." The disgust is clear, but so is your crumbling resolve; each shifty figure eight his hips made renewed the arousal crawling up your back, clinging to you like a parasite you suddenly wanted to welcome. Discarding the smushed pillow to the side where it fell to the floor near your pants, you brace both hands on his chest, ignoring the way his top clings to sweat-slick skin as you lift up your hips till only the head is inside, faces an inch apart, breath mingling in a way that's...too intimate, and drop back down. "Fuck!" Jabber gasps, his pupils dilating into saucers, the magenta of his irises almost extinguished by the black.

Your throat burns with the moan that spills free, half pleasure, half ache, it's so much; the unsteady rhythm of his hips pushing upwards to meet your downwards motions, how with each thrust your walls suction around him like your cunt's trying to cut off his dick's circulation. With a particular buck of his hips, his tip bumps lewdly against the sweet spot inside you that lights up the sparks of pleasure like a chain reaction, steady gasps and breathless noises no longer held back, but loud.

"That the spot, baby?" He giggles and plants his feet on the bed, positioning himself just right to slam upwards. The force sends you forward across his chest, tears of bliss blurring your vision as he abuses that gummy spot just right, over and over and over until you're gushing and he's just laughing as he rocks his hips to guide you through the electric high.

Infuriating.

It's the cadence in his tone, like he knows he's undone you. "I'm not done with you, you piece of shit." The promise lingers in the air as you force yourself up, shoulders straightening as you stare down at him. His eyes are wide and glossed over with a heat he only gets when he's half dead and pumped full of toxins.

A grunt of surprise precedes the wild look on his face when your hand finds his jaw, the hold so tight his lips push out in a pout and he's sure you could crush his skull. His cock gives a lazy twitch inside you at the thought. Then your other hand is moving to join the first, and it's impossible to describe the look on his face when two of your fingers push past parted lips, until he's choking on the feeling of the pads of your fingertips dancing across his tongue, the taste of gun polish and chemicals lingering on them.

"Suck."

The word, one simple word, short-circuits the man, his eyes rolling back so far that all you can see is the pearly white of his sclera as his hips give a violent jerk up into your dripping cunt. The whimper that follows it sets your skin ablaze with something akin to satisfaction as you feel beads of precum paint your insides, a creamy white ring forming on the base of his cock, sticky and loud as you begin to move.

His tongue laves over your two fingers, urging them deeper into his mouth as you start moving again, the flashes of pleasure overshadowed by the way his body shakes and his back curves into a pornographic arch as he finally breaks, cum painting the inside of your cunt. "fu...fuck. FUCK— 's se-sensitive, dolly, don't stop— hurts so good." Tears roll down his smooth skin when you truly don't stop moving, and for the first time that night, you feel like you've gotten your reward, even if it's in salty tears.

His hands reach for your waist, itching to feel, to push up thin fabric and grab at the warm skin, yet they find nothing when you smack them away, choosing to pin them above his head instead, keeping the man restrained as you use him, deaf to his moans and whines, treating him like a toy. Nothing's ever turned him on more.

You moan like nobody can hear you, sweet and perfect and something Jabber could totally get used to if you let him. "Baby, you tryna torture me?" Desperate and at your mercy, he eyes your tits hidden beneath a tight black shirt you hadn't bothered to take off, they're right. There. And he can't even reach them. This must be torture. He wants to be all over you like he doesn't know how to not touch you, and he can't? You're so good.

The stiff ridges of his veins slide so perfectly against the walls of your sappy pussy, it's pleasure and agony so similar for Jabber that he's not sure where one starts and the other begins. The cum makes everything so slippery, the friction's 10x better than before if thats even possible, and the expression on your face?

The hatred in your eyes, like you'd kill him if he didn't serve any use to you? Perfect, everything about it, the pinch of your brows, the line of your lips when you roll your hips just right, god it's just you, you're perfect, The thought has him cumming hard for the second time that night, harder than the last, harder than anything he's ever experienced in his fucking life, so hard his vision goes white and he's sure sex with you is better than heaven, cuz what could beat this?

"You— you have'ta be a sex goddess or sum, man..." He mumbles, unintelligible as his head lolls to the side, resting on the tear-damp pillow beneath him, his eyes fluttering closed, his cock still twitching in you, keeping all the cum inside.

"You’re so pathetic." The insult is more quiet exasperation than anger. You’re glad he’s too dazed to hear it.

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You and Jake both worked for the Avatar Program with the RDA, both of you tasked with infiltrating the Omaticaya Clan, figuring a way to gain their trust, and providing a clear pathway to securing the unobtanium. You failed that mission and after Jake became Toruk Makto you led together in the Battle of Ayram Alusìng, helping the Na’vi defeat the sky people and sending most of them back to Earth.

In return Eywa transferred your souls into your Na’vi bodies and the two of you left your human lives and became apart of the Omaticaya clan, Jake becoming their leader.

Assimilating to Na’vi life was effortless for Jake, sometimes you even wonder if he was born for this life. It was challenging for you at first but not so much anymore. You’ve managed to make a solid group of friends and have even had many men show interest. You always decline politely, not yet ready for the kind of commitment the Na’vi practice. Plus Jake’s always giving some excuse as to why you should turn the men down.

After the war the two of you grew a lot closer to one another, not that you weren’t close before but this is a very different kind of close. The kind of close you can’t really slap a label on because you don’t understand it yourselves. The kind of close you can only become after betraying your entire species and defeating them together.

Everything felt okay, almost perfect. And then the humans came back, but this time with a vengeance. This time it was personal and they hit the forest hard so Jake moved the clan to a cave system in the Hallelujah Mountains where the RDA couldn’t find you. And now this is your home.

“My chest is barely covered.” you whisper to him and he gives you his signature grin. Goofy and childlike.

“Loosen up, nobody will be starin’ at your tits. Now get over here and let me paint you.” He laughs. Jake has never struggled with modesty, even day one as an Avatar he walked around half naked with ease.

There is a celebration tonight for the birth of the newest clan member so here you are, sitting half naked in front of your best friend as he paints your face.

His fingers have become experts at painting. Celebrations are very common so you find yourselves in this position frequently, painting each other in different colors and patterns.

It doesn’t take too long for him to get done, the paint ending at the start of your beaded top, which means it’s now your turn to paint him.

“I feel like I got the raw end of this deal considering I have a lot more surface area to paint.” You smile as you work your fingers down his neck and make your way to his chest.

He chuckles softly, trying not to mess you up. “Just say the word and I’ll take my pick at your replacement.”

He’s teasing, you know that, but that weird feeling bubbles in your chest. The thought that someday this won’t be a tradition shared between just the two of you stings and scares the shit out of you.

“I doubt there are too many women willing to put their hands on you Jake.” You reciprocate his teasing as your fingers reach his naval. His stomach noticeably tenses and you look up at him, shocked to see he’s already staring back, an intensity behind his eyes only Jake is able to wield.

You smile weakly at him and continue until you get to the band of his loincloth. Tension lays thick in the air and you find yourself wanting this to be over already while never wanting it to end.

You’re not in love with Jake Sully but sharing so many of the same experiences and emotions tends to nurse some confusing feelings. He’s the only other person that knows what it feels like to be seen as a traitor by their own species while simultaneously being widely considered demon by many Na’vi. You would never blame the Na’vi for how they feel about sky people, about you or Jake, but it leaves a deep ache of loneliness in your soul. An ache only Jake can understand. There have been many nights between the two of you, kurus connected and emotions shared, sometimes even a few tears shed. But you’re not in love with Jake Sully.

“I’m a chick magnet. You wouldn’t know because you’re too busy eyeing Naran.” He says and you roll your eyes as he smirks.

Naran is one of the clan men that has taken interest in you and unlike the other men that have pursued you he’s very persistent and ignores your reluctance. He often shows off in front of you during hunts, gives you handmade gifts, and stays as close as possible when you come out to social events.

“I am not.” You shove his arm playfully while giggling.

Once the air is silent again he lets his smirk fall. “Do you like him?” His tone is deep, more serious.

“He’s nice but I don’t think I do.” You say unconvincingly.

“You don’t think you like him?” He asks with a low chuckle but there’s an odd undertone to his question.

You’re putting the last bit of paint on his face, a single line that goes from right under his nose all the way down to the band of his loincloth.

“I mean it’s nice to be looked at in that way, to have someone that’s trying to win my affection. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s very attractive.” You laugh. “I don’t know, it’s all very confusing.” You admit as you get your finger wet with more paint.

“You want to be looked at?” He continues his invasive interrogation.

Your finger runs past his lips and they part slightly, his eyes piercing through you like a blade. It feels too intimate and you hurry down to his neck.

“Who doesn’t want to be looked at?” You quip with an eyebrow raise. You can feel the pulse in his neck, quick and steady.

Still too intimate.

“He isn’t right for you.” His assertion earns an annoyed look from you, irritation building at his never ending excuses for why you should stay alone. Lonely.

It’s not like you really know if you want to be courted by Naran, or any of the Omaticayan men, but that’s a decision you’re more than capable at making alone. He has no right to shoot down every man that tries courting you. It’s getting old and it does nothing but make you want to retaliate, to make him see that you’re in charge of who gets to court you.

“So what, I’m destined to be alone?” You question him.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He defends himself.

“Please Jake. Out of all the men that have tried courting me, you haven’t deemed any of them worthy enough. Like I’m some high value prize. I’m not.” Your voice raises slightly as anger gets the best of you and instant guilt hits. You’ve never raised your voice at Jake and never want to do it again.

He’s still looking at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t decipher. Maybe it’s anger. Or hurt.

You give in with a sigh. “Look, I know you mean well by being cautious about his intentions and you know that I hold your judgment highly, but I want to feel a deeper connection with someone. I’m not saying I want Naran specifically but I want something with someone and I need you to let me make that choice.” Your tone is softer and you hope he understands.

Your fingers trace down his stomach and you get the courage to look at him. You silently plead him to say something, to tell you he understands or argue some more but he stays silent.

You finish with the paint and he gets up, looking down at you with a blank expression but he’s still Jake and he holds out his hand for you to pull yourself up with. Even upset he’s still considerate.

It’s awkward and silent as the two of you make your way to the celebration and relief floods you when you finally arrive.

There’s a small fire that people dance around, upbeat music floods the air, and the sweet smell of swamp hive nectar fills your senses. You have fallen further away from Jake and decide tonight you’re going to actually take his advice and be a little more social. Plus he walks really fast when he’s upset.

You get a small piece of the swamp hive nectar and make your way to the fire and sit on a log situated just far enough to feel the heat touch your skin. You watch as men, women, and children dance around gracefully and admire the way they don’t hold back. How they allow the music to guide their bodies.

You’re too absorbed in the dance to notice someone sit beside you.

“Oel ngati kameie.” Naran’s voice calls out and your head snaps to look at him.

Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you hurry to swallow the sweet nectar in your mouth.

“Oel ngati kameie, Naran.” You respond back with a dry mouth.

“How are you enjoying the celebration.” The firelight paints his face in shades of gold.

“Oh, I only just arrived so I haven’t been able to do much celebrating yet but so far it’s lovely. I’m enjoying myself.” You ramble and give him a soft smile. He is very attractive. Not in the way that Jake is. Jake is broad with arms as big as tree trunks, a waist that puts most Na’vi women to shame, and legs you can see the muscles in even when he’s sitting. Naran is lean and tall which makes him a great hunter, not that Jake is a bad hunter by any means but Naran is one of the clan’s best hunters.

You shake the thoughts out of your head. Why are you comparing him to Jake?

“I see.” He smiles at you showing you his sharp canines. “Are you planning to dance tonight?”

His question stir butterflies in your stomach and you bite back your usual rejection.

“I guess that depends on if that’s an invitation.” Your nerves get worse when he stands up and holds his hand out for you to take.

You bite the inside of your cheek. You’ve never danced at a celebration before, let alone in the company of a man you know is after more than just friendship. You take his hand anyway and let him lead you.

It’s not as bad as you thought it would be, sure your body is almost on full display for everyone to see but the Na’vi don’t see nudity as a bad thing. They’re right of course, it’s not a bad thing but it was very taboo on Earth and you still have a lot to unlearn. You watch his movements and do your best to copy them. You’re definitely not the best dancer here but probably not the worst and that’s a win in your book.

The more the two of you dance the more you feel yourself let go of the insecurity and anxiety you’ve felt all night and let yourself feel the music and more importantly feel connected. Connected to the music, the dance, your body, and to Naran. It’s nothing intimate, nothing you’ll attach any deep emotional meaning to but it’s the most fun you’ve had in a long time and you hope he can feel the appreciation you have for him in this moment.

You dance for what seems like hours but in reality only about 20 minutes and decide a break is needed so he takes your hand and leads you back to your previous spot.

“I haven’t had that much fun in so long.” You chuckle out a winded laugh.

“It was fun.” He admits with a grin.

There’s a sudden chill that goes up your spine. A feeling that you’re being watched. Naran is saying something but you’re too distracted as your eyes scan the crowd, which has gotten much bigger since you’ve arrived, and finally your eyes meet that familiar intensity that you know oh so well.

Jake.

The emotion in his eyes only intensify when your eyes meet and you feel as though everyone else disappears under his daggered glare. You’re not sure how long you stare at each other but you’re snapped out of it by Naran clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You apologize as guilt washes over you. What are you doing? You have one of the most attractive Na’vi men sitting beside you, begging for your attention. You turn to face him with a shy smile, giving him your full attention.

He’s quite funny and you find yourself genuinely laughing many times as he tells you stories about himself. He tells you about his brothers and sisters, 3 of each, and how he’s the middle child. He tells you about his passion for dancing and hunting and how much he loves his Sa'nok.

Throughout the night you allow yourself to take small glances towards Jake just to see what he’s up to. Sometimes he’s making small talk with strangers but most times he’s already staring back at you. You try giving him small smiles of reassurance that everything is fine and Naran is definitely not ill-intentioned but his facial features stay unchanged and indecipherable.

The fire is burning out gradually and you can feel the chill air hug your body tighter as the flames die off and Naran notices the small shiver that visibly runs through you.

“Are you cold?” He seems genuinely concerned which brings a warmth to your chest.

“A little but it’s fine. I’m okay.” You try to argue but he doesn’t accept it and wraps you up in the leather poncho he has been wearing all night, his chest on full display now. His hand slides down your back and rests on the small of it and you stiffen at the contact as butterflies settle in your stomach.

You’ve been on this planet for years with no intimacy, Jake being the only person of the opposite sex that you trust enough to get close to you and, though he’s a very touchy person and you often find his hand on your waist or his tail wrapped around your leg, he’s your best friend so it’s different. On Earth it was so simple to form connections, even just physical attraction was enough for most people but on Pandora it’s so much deeper and profound than just attraction. They mate for life. It sounds and feels shallow but you miss intimacy. You wonder if Jake ever misses it, if he feels the same longing for it as you do.

“Thank you.” You smile.

He smiles back and removes his hand from your back to grab your hand, encompassing your smaller hand with his large one. It’s a simple act but you’re still reeling from his hand touching your back earlier and this has stirred the swarm of butterflies that were finally calming down. You look down at your entangled hands, his fingers conforming to your extra finger in a poetic kind of way.

You’re so deep in thought that you don’t process the tall figure making its way toward you until he’s standing right in front of you, eyes burning with anger.

“Jake?”

“Come.” His tone is demanding, almost scarily so. You look at Naran but he looks just as confused.

You sigh and decide it’s probably best to do what he says, you’ve never seen Jake act like this and you don’t want him to cause more of a scene.

You stand and say goodnight to Naran, apologizing quietly as you turn toward Jake. You hope he knows the mouth full he’s getting when you get home.

You walk behind him and feel like a child getting in trouble by their parent. His shoulders are broad and tense and even in the darkness of the night you can see the healed scars covering his back. You wince as you look at them, the battle really did its number on him. You’re still mad at him but can’t help the impulse that tells you to reach out and comfort him.

You end up at the marui the two of you have shared since the clan relocated to High Camp and follow him in, expecting to be met with yelling but he stays silent and starts pacing back and forth inside the hut, his hand covering his face and tail lashing violently behind him. He’s making you anxious and even more confused. He brought you home so you could watch him walk?

“What the hell Jake?” You break the deafening silence.

His body stills and he moves his hand away revealing a furious set of eyes.

“Don’t.” He hisses out a warning.

“Don’t what? Ask what the hell that was back there? Why you’re acting so crazy?” You retaliate, not letting him get off easy. “That was embarrassing Jake.”

“I’m so sorry I embarrassed you in front of your little boyfriend.” He laughs back in a condescending tone, pacing once again.

You try to understand where his anger is coming from, what you possibly could’ve done to warrant such a moody attitude from him but the answer is lost on you.

“I need you to talk to me.” You plead with him but you’re met with radio silence. “Then I’m going back.”

That gets his attention. His body stills and he looks at you with a pained expression.

Pity settles in you and almost forces you to give in but this is a mess he created, a mess he could easily fix by just talking to you. You scoff at his silence and turn away heading out the entrance of the hut.

His hand grips your wrist before you’re able to fully exit and you turn to look at him.

“Please don’t go.”

Maybe it’s the shakiness in his voice that makes you relent but you let him lead me back into the hut.

“Jake please talk to me. I’m trying to understand here.” You tell him.

He rubs his hands over his face, something he does when he’s restless and frustrated.

You walk to him and place your hand on his bicep, feeling him tense under the touch.

“I can’t stand to see you with him.” He looks at you and his eyes scan every inch of your face, gauging your reaction.

Your eyebrows knit close together in confusion.

“Why though? He’s not bad.” You defend.

“Do you want him?” His stare is so intense you have to look away but his hand cups your jaw and forces you to look at him. “I need you to answer the question.”

“No.” You admit, ashamed. Sure, you enjoyed your time with Noran and can admit it’d be easy to dive into a courtship with him, if he were….. Jake.

Your breath hitches at the internal revelation and suddenly become too aware of how close Jake’s face is to yours and how intimate this feels. Too intimate.

Before you can pull out of his grip he gets closer, his breath fanning your face. “Do you want me?”

You lock your eyes with his and your brain screams at you to answer him truthfully.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

He lunges forward and clashes his lips to yours feverishly. It takes you a second to react but you respond with an equally as desperate pace. He pushes you against the wall of the hut with a groan that’s so guttural and so…. Jake.

The kiss deepens as you part your lips to allow his tongue to enter your mouth and the sound he makes goes straight to the most sensitive part of you. A primal need washes over you and you bite his bottom lip, letting your canines sink into the soft flesh as your arms wrap around his neck.

The kiss breaks only when neither of you can hold off your breathing any longer.

“Why did we wait so long to do that?” His shit eating grin makes your eyes roll.

“Because you’re a skxawng.” You push his chest away but he immediately comes back, your chests heaving together in synchrony.

“But I’m your skxawng, right sweetheart?” You shake your head as an answer, the pet name going straight to your core and he groans.

“Fuck, I can smell how much you’re enjoying this.” His words force a groan out of you.

His lips start a trail of hungry kisses down your jaw and neck and you lean your head back and give him a soft moan. His hands dance around your body, exploring what you’ve deprived him of for so long and you’ve never been so grateful to be half naked.

“I’m gonna take this pretty little top off of ya, alright babygirl?” His large calloused fingers play with the string of your top.

“Please.” Your voice is barely recognizable.

In a swift motion its laying on the ground beneath you and he stares at your chest. “Damn baby, why would you ever want to hide these?”

Before you have a chance to answer his mouth sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and your head is sent flying back in euphoria. “Oh fuck.” You moan and pull his head closer to your chest by his thick dreads.

Your other boob fills his free hand, the other one working its way down your body, rough and strong. Once his hand finds your loincloth he undoes the only piece of clothing you have left on. Jake stares down at your body with a greedy kind of hunger and drops to his knees, his eyes finding yours from above him and you’ve never seen something so obscene. The sight is enough to make your knees give out.

“So pretty.” His hot breath fans against your pussy and you moan desperately.

He’s wearing a goofy grin when you look back down at him and you would slap him if there was an ounce of composure left in you so you just grab his hair and shove his face forward a bit, desperately to feel his lips on you.

“Needy.” He laughs before closing the small gap.

“Fuck Jake.” You moan as his lips skillfully work against you. His hand snakes around your thigh and rests it on his shoulder, the new angle is heavenly. You breathe out heavily, his name echoing from your throat.

You can feel the edge getting closer and as much as you want to make a mess of his pretty face, you want to do this right. “Want you inside me when I cum.”

The groan he lets out at your words sends a vibration through your pussy and almost pushes you over the edge. You’re so close you can feel your legs start to shake so you gently push him. “I’m too close, please.” You beg, tears swelling in your eyes.

His lips are reluctant when they leave you and your body instantly misses the contact.

Jake stands up, hovering over you with his tall frame and heaving chest. How the fuck have you allowed this man to go even a day without touching you like this? Maybe you’re the skxawng.

He leans down to kiss you and you can taste yourself on his tongue. “That’s so hot.” A goofy grin paints his face. You love that he’s still so him even though he just had your pussy in his mouth.

You look down and realize that he’s still dressed, the outline of his untouched cock ever so prominent and his loincloth sports a wet spot where precum has leaked through.

You look at him underneath your eyelashes, getting nervous now that it’s your turn to please him.

“Gettin’ bashful are we?” He laughs and tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The gesture is romantic so you let him get away with the snarky comment, also because he’s right, which you’d never let him know.

Your hands slide down his chest and outline the patterns you painted on it just hours ago in this very spot. His muscles contract under your soft touch. “So strong.” You whisper, more of a quiet observation to yourself than anything. He hums as he watches intently for your next move as your fingers ghost over the band of his loincloth slowly.

“Stop your teasin’ baby. Come on.” He whines and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Ever the giver that even when you’re being neglected you still take care of me first.” You finally release his loincloth and let it fall. The whimper that falls from his mouth makes you desperate to hear it again.

His cock is huge and thick and so very pretty. The prettiest you’ve ever seen. You eagerly take him in your hand while sinking to your knees and he grunts as his hips thrust forward, desperate for more friction.

Your lips wrap around his tip and tease it a bit just to hear his pretty whimpers. “Baby.”

You relent and let your lips stretch to accommodate his size as you take him further into your mouth, his cock heavy against your tongue in the best way and you moan around him.

“Goddamn.” A deep hiss rips through his chest, his eyes flying open to look down at you. “Oh fuck.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes and start bobbing your head up and down his cock and let your hands take care of the bit that you can’t fit down your throat.

“You’re killing me.” He shuts his eyes again and covers his face with his hand, his teeth sinks dangerously deep into his bottom lip. You move faster, encouraged by his desperation.

His hips jerk forward with your movements before he places both of his large hands on the back of your head to force his cock deeper down your throat. You can feel tears form at the corner of your eyes but you welcome them. Jake is fully fucking your face at this point, using your mouth to get himself off.

“God fucking dammit, I’m about to cum.” He groans as his pace gets choppy and desperate. You moan around him and with a couple more thrusts and groans he’s cumming down your throat. Hot and thick. He pants and slows his pace down to smaller thrusts that help him ride out his orgasm.

Your jaw goes slack once you release him with a popping sound. Your eyes meet his again as you subconsciously lick your lips.

“Fuck baby, c’mere.” His eyes darken and his dick twitches slightly, already growing hard again and you stifle a giggle. He’s such a man.

You do as you’re told and stand, ready for Jake to lead you to his hammock, to make you his, when all of a sudden the tsamau sounds. A sound you’ve only heard a few times and still it brings a cold chill down your spine.

Danger.

The mood changes instantly and you both hurry to put your clothes back on. Frustration settles deep within you and you could cry if you didn’t have to be so alert and ready for whatever the two of you were about to face.

Jake looks at you with pity.

He froze for a moment as your words processed. He hadn't expected that. He stared down at you with wide eyes for a moment before scoffing and looking away. Even with the mask covering his face, you could sense the heat spreading across his cheeks.

He crossed his arms, refusing to look at you as he tried to recompose himself. When he spoke, his voice was rougher than usual.

“Be careful… What you say.”

"I'm fully aware of what I said. You're so eager to get under my skin? Well my quarter's door is wide open."

You had no business just saying things like that.

His head snapped back towards you, annoyance very clear on his face, even if you could only see his eyes. And, obviously, you couldn't help but smile smugly at that. He took a step towards you so that he was towering over you, his gaze piercing.

“…Don’t test us. You know nothing of what you offer.” His tone was sharp as his jaw visibly tense under his mask.

"A good spanking and some clearly much needed relief." You answered teasingly.

Your words only served to further ruffle his feathers. He took another step closer, forcing you to crane your neck back just to look up at him.

“Careful… Keep talking like that and we just might accept.” His voice came out as a low and threatening whisper, his patience being pushed to its limit.

"Please do. I'm tired of you acting like a sexually frustrated ass."

Your audacity was truly astonishing. And god is it testing his patience.

“You clearly don’t know what you are asking for… You would not last five minutes with us, kitten.” He leans down, his warm breath fanning over your ear as he speaks through gritted teeth.

"Nikto, bedroom, now." You commanded firmly, rolling your eyes.

A mix of anger, disbelief, and excitement flashed through him as you made the demand. For a second it seemed like he was still going to protest, but the look in your eyes made his resolve falter.

He was very well aware he would most likely regret this. But that didn’t stop him from grabbing your wrist and quickly pulling you along with him. His long and quick strides forced you to break into a small jog just to keep up with him.

"Good, at least you still listen to orders." You chuckled out, quickly falling into step beside him.

Eventually, the two of you reached his quarters. He quickly opened the door and pushed you inside before following after, locking the door behind him.

He stood with his back against the closed door, eyeing you with a mixture of annoyance and arousal.

"Oh, don't stand there and look at me like that, мое сердце. Strip." You said with a smirk and a dangerous glint in my eyes, letting the pet name slip from my lips for the first time like sweet syrup.

His eyes widened as the Russian words left your lips, the sound of his language coming from you was… enticing, to say the least. He had never heard you speak it, didn't even think you could. He couldn't help but let out a scoff, trying to hide the way the sound of you speaking Russian affected him.

With slow and deliberate motions he shrugged off his coat, letting it fall onto the floor without care and then moving to unbutton his shirt.

"Like it? I've been practicing just for you, милый."

Gods, you really had no idea what you were doing to him. He paused for a second, only to continue unbuttoning his shirt as he responded, though his voice had noticeably gotten deeper again.

“You have our undivided attention. Continue practicing, котенок.”

"Oh, don't worry, there's going to be a lot more Russian in my mouth in a minute, it just won't be words." You said, smirk growing.

That comment alone was enough to make his brain short circuit for a second, his jaw clenching. Oh, you were trying to drive him mad, weren't you?

He pushed off the door and stalked over to you, his shirt hanging open enough to expose his muscular chest -deeply scared but oh so enticing still- as he loomed over you. He looked down at you like a predator that just caught its prey.

“On your knees, котенок.”

"Careful what orders you give, дорогой, you might regret them." You said in a sultry voice, sinking to your knees before licking a long stride over his still clothed length.

He swore under his breath as you dropped to your knees without hesitation. The way you moved, the things you were saying… It was all like you knew it would affect him.

As you ran your tongue over him his entire body tensed. He was going to lose any semblance of control.

“You… Brat… You know not what you’re asking for… We will break you, мед.”

"You'll try, doubt it will work though." You hummed out, keeping your face against in his clothed crutch as you moved to undo his belt.

There was that damn confidence again. He hated how attractive it was.

His body was coiled like a spring as you continued to challenge him. He watched you undo his belt, unable to stop the low grumble that rumbled in his chest at the sight of you. A hand reached down and tangled in your hair. He fisted the locks and gently tugged your head up, making you look at him again.

"You have a smart mouth… We intend to find better uses for it, котенок."

"Don't worry, I plan to put it to good use." You answered, pulling his pants down.

You were truly a menace. The way you were acting was downright insufferable. Nikto was used to being the one in the position of power, the one who called the shots and demanded compliance, not the other way round.

And yet here he was, watching you strip him, unable to find it in himself to stop you. Not to mention, the words you were saying, the things you were insinuating… It was making his blood run hot.

"Show us then, кот. Stop talking and prove it."

You pulled down his boxers next, letting his hardening length fall on my face.

His breathing was getting heavier. It was almost embarrassing how quick you managed to get under his skin. But he didn't have much time to dwell on it, he was too focused on the image of you knelt between his legs. Just the visual alone was doing things to him that was making his head spin.

His grip on your hair tightens as he stares down at you expectantly. His voice coming out as a low and breathy rasp, his usual accent thicker than normal.

“Proceed, котенок. Impress us.”

You chuckle, taking his half hard cock into your mouth without any hesitation. Gods, you were going to be the death of him.

His eyes snapped shut as you took him into your mouth. A guttural noise got stuck in his throat as he tried to suppress it. When he did managed to speak again his voice came out as a low and almost warning growl.

"Careful… your mouth is likely to get you in trouble, кот."

You smiled teasingly around his member, hands moving to his hips before giving him one good first suck

That goddamn smirk of yours, even with him in your mouth, you couldn't resist being a brat. The sight sent a jolt of arousal straight through him. He tightened his grip on your hair and grunted.

You could feel how he clearly wanted to use his grip on you hair to control your movement and fuck your mouth, but you didn't let him entertain the idea. You bit down ever so slightly, not to hurt him, but just to remind him where is cock was and what you could do if he didn't play by your rules. Just when he was starting to think he had you where he wanted you, you pull a move like that.

God, how he adored and despised your ability to keep him on his toes.

"Cheeky brat. You're doing this to rile us up, aren't you?"

You hummed in response, lips vibrating around him before you started to slowly move up and down.

You have an unfair ability to drive him over the edge. Every little move you made had him clenching his jaw tightly, trying to keep the noises in and some semblance of control.

Nikto looked down at you, your lips wrapped so perfectly around him. The image alone was almost dizzying. A low grunt escaped him as he tightened his grip on your hair, a silent warning that was more of a plea.

"Stop teasing and… do it properly, кот."

You keep going at that slow pace, taking more and more of his length in your mouth with each movement until you were consistently going all the way to the base, nose getting buried in his bush every time. You were trying to drive him insane. And at this rate, you were well on your way.

He gritted his teeth, watching intently as you moved. He was fighting the urge to take control, to show you who was really in charge, even with you previous warning, though a part of him was too curious to see how far you would take this.

"You… You're testing us, кот…" Another grunt leaves him as you kept going, his body tensing.

"Do you not get tired of playing with fire?… You might get burned, мед."

You stilled at the base of his cock, using the position to lick at the space between his balls and the bottom of his length. Oh, you were pushing your luck now.

He let out a low and guttural groan as you licked at him. His head falling back against the door behind him as his eyes screwed shut. It took him all his effort just to keep his hips still.

He looked back down at you. His gaze almost feral as he stared down. There was a challenge in his eyes. How far were you really going to take this little game before you gave in.

"Brat."

You were not making it easy for him, that's for sure. His patience and control were being tested constantly by you. Every move you made was calculated. Designed to drive him wild.

He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached. The hand in your hair tightening even more. At this rate, it was going to take a miracle for him to keep his composure. He cursed under his breath in Russian, trying to stop himself from giving in to his urges.

You gave his hips a gentle squeeze, making direct eye contact as you started moving quicker. And that alone was almost his downfall. Something about the way you were watching him, he couldn't look away.

His breathing got heavier, his chest visibly rising and falling with as he tried to maintain his composure.

"Damn brat… You… You have no… idea… what you do to us…"

I move one hand from his hips to his balls, fondling then, wanting to see him fall apart.

He grunted, his hips jolting from the contact. You were really pushing him past his limit. He was a powerful man used to having power over others, and right now, you had him in the palm of your hand and you knew it. You could see the internal struggle he was having trying to maintain control.

"F-Fuu… Dammit, кот…"

You could see how close he was to snapping. One more push and it would be game over. So you smiled teasingly around his length, still looking him in the eyes as as keep moving, licking, sucking, touching, doing everything you could to make him fall apart.

The sight of you, looking up at him with that goddamn smirk on your face while you had him in your mouth, it was almost enough to undo him. He had to bite his lip to stop a loud groan from slipping out.

He cursed again as his free hand clenched into a fist. "You little…"

You pushed him to his limit, and you got the reaction you wanted. His body arched involuntarily, a guttural moan escaped his lips as he threw his head back. In an instant, he lost all pretense.

"Fuu- Fuuuck- Ah… Ч-Что вы…Что вы с нами делаете?"

He was a mess, he was completely undone, vulnerable and exposed like he hadn't ever been before while you were just kneeling there, eagerly drinking up every last drop of his release.

His knees felt like they were about to give out. He was panting, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, eyes clouded over with desire. The image of you kneeling in front of him, willingly taking everything he had to give, it was almost too much for him.

You hummed, pulling back with an satisfying pop. "Feeling better?"

He was still trying to catch his breath, trying to steady himself as he watched as you pulled back, the sight had him gritting his teeth. Damn you. He looked down at you, the remnants of his release still on your face. His gaze darkened, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"Don't get any… ideas. We're not done with you yet, котенок."

You chuckled, raising back to your feet.

"Big, sexually frustrated boys that fuck with my work get release, but no pussy." You say, opening the door behind him and pushing him out. "Try to be good for a little while and maybe you'll have more." You teased before closing the door and locking him out of his own quarters.

"What did you do to Nikto, he actually filling up his paperwork in all earnest..."

"Sucked him off and told him to beave if he wanted more." You said without any hit of shame.

König just gave you that deadpan look, really not expecting that answer from you.

“You’ve been touched before, haven't you?”He almost taunted.

“You would know,”You nodded, growing more and more eager by the second.

“And you're just a dripping mess at the thought of us doing it again. A dripping mess who wants it so bad.”

Your face warmed as you nodded again, becoming painfully aware of your liquids already spilling between your thighs. The anticipation was killing you, your body craving them more and more by the second.

“Then, you’ll have it,”He said simply, placing a hand on your chest and pushing you on your back before plunging two fingers inside of you.

Your eyes widened yet again at the comparison. Sure. Hands between two people at the very least similar in age can't be that different, but that didn't change the fact that his fingers were longer than yours, touching you in places you didn't know you could be touched.

They watched the way you unconsciously spread your legs as you bit your lip to hide your moans. Your pussy was on full display, showing the way his fingers stayed inside of you, pumping you at an already ruthless pace and bringing your juices out.

“Ga-Gally,”You couldn't help but whimper, your hips thrusting into his hand, making you gasp as you pushed him deeper. When you tried to return to your original position, he grabbed one of your ankles, hooking it over his shoulder to spread your legs further. You moaned as your back was lifted thanks to the new angle.

Increasing his pace, he felt you tighten around him as your legs threatened to shut only to realize that wasn't happening. The growing pressure inside of you did more than anyone could imagine, felt better than anything else ever possibly could. They were both obviously good with their hands, but only you knew they were good with their hands.

“I’m gonna cum,”You moaned out, breathing heavier and heavier.

“Nobody's stopping you,”He said in that same deep voice.

He’s right. Nobody was stopping you.

They were helping you.

You let out a silent yet breathy moan as you finished, spilling down your legs and on the bed. Shutting your eyes, you clawed at the sheets at the sweet relief from your body.

He set your leg down while you were still dripping and pulled his fingers out. You opened your eyes, looking between him and Minho.

“Come on. Keep them spread,”Minho ordered, his cock already long and hard, ready for you. You nodded as you did so.

Walking up to you, he admired your naked body, not yet marked with them. By the time they were done, you would look different. A sweaty mess covered in white cum, handprints, and dark hickeys. Your holes would all be dripping and sore while your legs would shake. Your chest would heave as you tried to remember how to breathe.

In due time of course.

Crawling on top of you, he watched you smile in excitement. Grinning right back, he leaned closer, pressing his lips to yours. You eagerly kissed back, opening your mouth for him. Sliding his warm tongue inside, he placed it over yours as his dick was starting to brush against your cunt, making you moan. Pushing his face closer, he kissed you more desperately, his tongue dancing across yours. As you melted into it, running your hands through his hair, he pulled away, grabbing his cock with one hand and positioning it by your entrance while looking straight at you, sending chills up your spine.

“Are you sure you're going to fit?”You couldn't help but tease, reminding him of the first time. Not even he was quite sure then as he just promised to pull out if it didn't or you didn't want him.

You took him. Both of them.

He looked at you with that familiar devilish smirk, making you shiver like it was the first time being under his gaze as you glanced down to avoid his eyes, only to see his size again. You quickly looked up at him again to see him wearing that same look. Only this time, he moved closer, his mouth almost brushing against yours.

“Don’t worry. We’ll make it fit,”He reminded you right back.

You closed your eyes as you took in his husky voice before nodding in agreement.

“Good little whore. I know you’d take it,”He whispered before pressing his mouth against yours again. You happily kissed back as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Placing one hand on your cheek and the other beside you, he slid his tongue over your bottom lip. Almost instantly, the way he knew you would, you opened your mouth, letting him shove his warm tongue inside it while he aligned his cock with your entrance. You groaned in excitement in his mouth as your back arched, waiting for him.

“Not yet,”He denied as he pulled away.

“I deserve it,”You said firmly, shooting him a desperate look.

“That's right. And you'll get it.”

“Can you just-”

“Hey,”He said sterner, clasping his palm over your mouth. His hand effortlessly fit across your face, covering almost the entire bottom half. Biting his lip, his eyes traveled up and down your body before landing on your face again, another reminder of the size difference between you and them and another reason to be turned on.

“Be good,”He hushed. When you nodded, he pulled his hand away and let it travel to your thigh, spreading your legs.

You held your breath in anticipation before shivering as he pushed his tip in. You looked at him with lustful eyes as you waited for him to push into you, filling you with his dick, the way he had so many nights.

As your gaze traveled to the corner, where Gally was just as turned on by the sight as Minho was of being almost inside of you, you remembered it was them. They had been in your bed more times than you could count.

Pushing more of him inside, he grunted at your tight wet cunt. You bit your lip as you adjusted to only half of him, squirming under him. He took in your small movements, his body reacting like never before. He wanted so desperately to just fuck you, to thrust into you and fill you up until you couldn't take him anymore.

Again, he just had to be patient. Just a little longer. You were sensitive, smaller than them. Doing so would only hurt you. Not in a fun way though. Genuinely cause pain they never wanted you to feel.

So he waited until you looked at him, nodding your head, urging him further inside of you. Listening, he pushed the rest of him, making you cry out as you arched your back. Staying still, he kept whispering soothing words as you were fitting his throbbing dick inside of you. Your pussy clenched against your will, making you whine as you threw your head back.

“Need us to stop?”

“N- no,”You promised, keeping your back arched to make sure it would be fun later. Just had to adjust. Just had to wait.

Eventually, a relieved sigh left you as you were ready. When you confirmed, he pulled out and stood where Gally was, right beside the bed.

“On your knees in front of him,”He instructed. You nodded as you sat up, sliding off the bed and doing so, looking up at the other boy.

“Open your mouth,”He ordered. When you did as he said, he grabbed your jaw and shoved two fingers down your throat. You coughed as he shoved his hand as far as it could go, still only getting it halfway. He stared at the way you gagged, spit dribbling down your chin. “If you don't take my fingers, you won't be able to take my dick,”He said simply, starting to pump them. You gagged louder as your eyes shut, filling with tears.

Taking his free hand, he pried your mouth further open before shoving another finger in it. You let out a strangled whimper as you unconsciously tried to pull away, only for him to grab the back of your head, forcing your face deeper into it. Your eyes were half open as you kept taking it, barely managing to close your mouth and purse your lips. “There. Good girl,”He hummed, pulling his hand out. You just looked up at him, your mouth red and wet from his hand.

“Now you can suck my cock,”He said simply, pushing his dick past your barely parted lips. You had to open as wide as you were able, eyes shutting for a moment as he thrust his hips into your face. His dick wasn't even halfway in but his tip was already in the back of your throat as he filled your cheeks. He groaned, throwing his head back as he listened to you choke. Your eyes grew wetter and glassier. Looking down, he instantly moaned at your tear streaked face.

“Take it. Keep taking it,”He hummed, thrusting himself as deep as he could. You managed to grab what couldn't fit and pump him. Groaning, he threw his head back as he shot his seed down your throat. You did your best to swallow as he grabbed your face, keeping you where you were. When you gagged, he pulled out, sending his cum on your lips.

“You want more, right?”He hummed. When you eagerly nodded, he picked you up before bending you over the bed. “Hands and knees,”He ordered. You did as he said, your legs and arms shaking. “You're going to take it in your ass,”He said simply, running his hand over it. Already knowing what to expect, you bit your lip as he smacked it, his entire hand hitting it without even trying. A whimper still left you as you dropped your head. “Come on, good girl. You know you like it,”He taunted, smacking you again. A moan left as your body shook, wetness dripping down your thighs. “See? That's a good whore,”He hummed, rubbing his hands together before smacking your other cheek. You let out a pained and pleasured whimper as tears filled your eyes. Growing harder at the sound, he smacked the middle of your ass, leaving it completely red. As your tears spilled, sounds growing louder, he did it as hard as he could, making it sting. Your arms finally gave out, dropping you on the mattress. Still not done, he spanked you again, mustering up so much force the sound of his palm echoed, making your back arch as you moaned. Grabbing your face, Minho pulled you back in your original position.

“There. You liked it, didn't you?”He asked, sitting on the bed. When you nodded, Gally grabbed your ass, massaging the tender flesh. As a relieved sigh left you, he managed to get three fingers inside of your pussy, swirling only his fingertips around. When you moaned, he forced them a little deeper, almost at his knuckles. Shutting your eyes, your thighs squeezed together in pleasure.

He took his fingers out before pushing one in, circling it inside of you. You moaned his name as you clenched around him, taking in the way he then slowly slid it out only to push another one in, making you yelp. Circling your walls, he got as much of your juices as possible before pulling out and pushing his index index in. By now you were whimpering as he essentially toyed with you. Pretending not to hear, he pulled out only to push his thumb inside, curling it back and forth. When you threatened to collapse, Minho grabbed your neck and forced you upright. His hands fit around it, reminding you to be still. When you did so, only breathing heavily, he squeezed before letting go.

Pulling his hand out, Gally spread your ass before slowly inserting his ring finger. You made a sound as you unconsciously pulled forward. They let you, waiting for the safe word.

Taking a breath, you pushed back, forcing his finger deeper. Accepting that you were fine, he added his index before pulling them opposite directions, stretching your sensitive hole. When you groaned, he pushed his middle inside, getting three fingers in your ass. You whimpered at the stinging sensation, staying as still as possible to adjust.

Careful as to not overwhelm you, he started pumping them while still massaging the handprints. You bit your lip to muffle your cries as he essentially fingered your other hole. Shutting your eyes, you just kept thinking about how good it would feel when you adjusted.

“You're doing so good. Fuck, you're taking him so, so well,”Minho praised, rubbing your shoulder. You couldn't help but moan at it. “See? You're such a good girl,”He insisted. You opened your eyes, looking at him while he stared at you while you adjusted. He increased his pace inside of you, making you groan. When your ass clenched around him, he pulled them out.

“I’m going to fuck you now,”Gally warned.

“I want that,”You promised, scooting up for him.

Getting behind you, he was on his knees. Grabbing his cock, he nudged inside of you, fitting his tip. He groaned at your tightness before sliding more of him in. You moaned at the feeling, encouraging him to push more of him into you. When you yelped, Minho sat up, getting on his knees so his dick was in front of your face. You managed to look up only for your eyes to shut as Gally pulled out only to thrust into you. Grabbing your face, Minho made you look at him.

“You're going to take us both. Understood?”

You managed a nod and opened your mouth while still taking Gally's cock. Minho admired the way your small frame was pushed forward, brushing your face against him. His dick was teasing your mouth, almost going in only for him to stay still as Gally pulled out again. Only when he heard you moan as you tightened around Gally, did he grab a fistful of your hair and thrust his hips into you. You gagged as he pushed himself deep into you, grunting at the sight and feeling.

Tears filled your eyes again, your body trapped between the two boys. By now Gally was going rougher, railing you as hard as he could, slamming the dick further down your throat. Gripping your ass, he forced your cheeks tighter around him as he threw his head back. Minho groaned as he bobbed your head up and down, fucking you faster and faster. Your eyes were clenched shut along with your pussy and ass, making Gally grunt as he grabbed your hair as well, pulling your head back.

“Again,”He demanded firmly. You squirmed before clenching yourself, eyes shutting in pleasure. Letting out a loud moan, he increased his pace as he grabbed your waist, bringing you closer.

“Fuck,”Minho groaned at your sounds. Before you could register it, he grabbed your wrists to wrap your arms around his waist. Your eyes widened as you gagged when Gally had to fuck you hard enough for your face to press against his stomach, filling you up completely.

“God, you take it well. Tight fucking slut,”He groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he made you look at him. You whimpered as your eyes rolled back, cunt clenching as you were right there. Feeling you, Gally twitched inside of you and pulled out before slamming into you as hard as he could. You moaned loudly, eyes shutting as you came, spilling down your thighs. Gally had already done the same, his seed dripping out of your ass. With your moans vibrating his cock, the other boy came in your throat, white thick ropes of cum coating your mouth. You gagged as they made you stay still, keeping you in that same draining position.

As you thought you were going to faint, Gally woke you up by slamming into you again, making you scream as white spilled down your lips, past Minho's stomach. Groaning, he gripped your arms as he fucked your mouth again. Grabbing your thighs, Gally forced you around him, keeping your stomach off the bed. When you whimpered, they got sloppier, their hold on you tightening. You felt a familiar knot in your core, making your eyes fill with more tears as you shook. Keeping their eyes on you, they pounded into you so hard you swear they were stretching you out. Unable to help yourself, you finished, spilling down your thighs.

Not that they cared as they fucked you and fucked you and fucked you until they did the same.

Holding your thighs, Gally slowly let you down, humming soft words of how well you did. You could barely hear over your racing heart. You couldn't even hear Minho do the same, setting you down. You felt them both pull out of you though. Swallowing the rest of the cum, you slowly sat on the end of the bed, your feet brushing against your pussy as you tucked them under you. Even that simple thing made you squirm.

Laying down, Minho grabbed his spit covered dick, pumping himself a few times to make sure to reach as much of you as possible.

“Come on. Sit on my cock,”He demanded. You positioned yourself above him, legs shaking as you slid your ass onto him, making both of you moan. As you started to slide up and down, bouncing on his dick, Gally sat on Minho’s stomach before grabbing your neck while his other hand held his dick.

“Both of us. Again,”He demanded in a low voice. When you nodded, he pushed into your cunt, making you moan louder. “Take it properly,”He grunted, harshly slamming into you. When you clenched around them, Minho grabbed your thighs, forcing you around him as he thrust his hips up, fucking you at a speed just as frantic as Gally. Your eyes shut as you whimpered. Groaning, Gally tightened his hold, choking you and using your throat to push himself deeper. By now your nails unconsciously clawed Mino’s chest, body shaking in pleasure.

They felt you clench around them, making them hold you tighter. You were wheezing, gasping for air as you felt the knot in your core grow, liquids spilling.

“Still gonna get us caught,”Gally grunted, shoving his fingers down your throat while still choking you. Tears fell from your eyes again despite how you were bouncing, making sure they penetrated you. Your hips thrust back and forth, giving each of their cocks and your holes plenty of attention.

“Fuck. Good girl. Good girl,”He panted, shoving his fingers deeper as he finished inside of you. As spit dribbled down your face, your eyes unable to stay open, he felt you let go, watching you gasp as you came, liquids splurging on his dick and Minho's stomach.

Sloppily thrusting himself into you again, the other boy finished and let go of you. You were breathing heavily, dropping your head as they were spilling out of you.

“Took it well. Just like we knew she would,”Minho praised. As your face flushed, Gally grabbed your chin, making you look at him as he asked how you felt about another round.

Yes. The answer was obviously yes.

Pulling out of you, Gally grabbed your shoulder as Minho carefully sat up. When your body trembled, Minho held your hips, whispering sweet words as he kissed your neck. Gally ran his hands up and down your arms as soft reassurances left his mouth.

Taking a breath, you pulled yourself up. Grabbing your other arm, Minho sat you down on the bed before standing, admiring you with the other boy.

You were a mess. That's for sure.

“Come on. A little more,”He hummed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you down. As you yelped, Gally grabbed your other one, helping him spread them before they stared at you with hungry eyes. The front and side of your neck had an entire handprint, already purple from where you had been choked. Your entire face was wet, mouth sore with dripping spit and cum and cheeks stained with tears. Your pussy and ass were still flooded with white, staining your thighs. Some prints on your ass were available for them, showing where else you were marked. Your small body was shaking with anticipation and excitement for more despite the overstimulation you already had.

“I get your pussy again,”Gally said firmly, giving in as he crawled on top of you, greedily thrusting into you. Taking his spot, Minho sat on your chest, making you bite your lip as you gripped the sheets. Your hips rolled, back arching as you were fucked again. His dick fit between your breasts, with the tip touching your neck. Gally's cock kept thrusting in as he grunted, making you moan as you clenched around him. Feeling you, eager to catch up, Minho groped your chest and pressed your breasts closer, enclosing his dick in them as he grinded against you. You whimpered as he twitched, his precum falling on your face.

“Just a little more, yeah? Be our cum slut a little longer?”He asked. When you managed a nod, he kept going, his thumb harshly going over your hardened nipple. Throwing your head back at both that and how you were about to crack again, you kept moaning their names.

“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl,”Gally grunted, harshly thrusting into you each time. With your eyes widening, you came again at the same time as him. Groaning, he lightly thrust into you again, riding out the high just as Minho was done. Quickly moving back, he made sure it was on your tits, already knowing what he wanted to see.

You were panting, eyes rolled back as your chest heaved. Both your mind and body were a wreck, sore and pleasured from their touches. You were still whimpering as you unconsciously arched your back, pushing you more into Gally who hadn't pulled out yet.

“More?”Minho hummed.

“Yes. Yes,”You breathed out.

“I had a feeling you’d say that,”He taunted before looking back at Gally. Sliding his cock out of you, he stood as Minho moved back, his dick by your entrance. With that same eager pace, he thrust into you. A scream finally left you only for Gally to shove his dick down your throat, legs spread over your face. Your eyes widened as he was finally filling your entire mouth. Already choking, you arched your back as Minho slammed into you, making you scream, vibrating him. Groaning, he threw his head back as he pushed in and out of you, making your head hit the pillow each time. Squirming, your legs threatened to close only for Minho to spread them and start toying with your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. You shut your eyes as you moaned, tightening once again.

“You’re a fucking whore, aren't you? Always begging to be used and filled up? Always wanting more cock? Huh?”Gally groaned. You gagged as more cum filled your mouth when he twitched. “What? You’ll get railed but you won't answer?”He taunted, pushing deeper before sitting. You whimpered and coughed around him as Minho rubbed your clit harder. Unable to take it, your body went limp as you finished at the same time as Minho, juices falling down your legs. Unconsciously covering your eyes and basically the rest of your face, Gally thrusted into you again before cumming, shooting his seed down your throat.

You laid there, whimpering at the feeling they brought, your body sore and pleasured.

And it was about to be even worse.

They pulled out before Minho grabbed your waist, sitting you up. Wrapping his hand around your wrist, Gally forced you off the bed before bending you over, hands tangled in your hair to keep your head up. You were sobbing in delight now, squirming at the feelings in your body.

Laying down, Minho took a hold of your hair, forcing your mouth on his dick. As you choked, Gally thrust into your ass before grabbing your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. Your hands gripped the sheets as your face was perfectly on Minho's stomach, cheeks hollow as your mouth was railed. He kept your head pushed down, making the only movement Gally fucking you, moaning at your wet tight hole. All of you was a fuckable mess, ready to be filled by them.

You moaned as you started dripping, ready to finish. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, Minho bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hips thrusting into you. They both twitched inside of you, moaning louder and louder. Twisting the sheets, your eyes clenched shut as you tightened.

Wrapping his hand around your head, Gally forced your face down, causing you to gag right as you came, spilling on the ground. Minho grunted before cumming inside your mouth, letting out a sigh as he did. The other boy sloppily pushed into you again, finding his own relief.

Dropping your legs, he pulled your head up, showing Minho your glassy eyes as you cried and lips covered in their sticky cum.

“Keep her still,”He ordered. Before you could comprehend it, Gally slipped into your pussy as Minho grabbed his dick, sliding his hands up and down. You squirmed, back arching as Gally remained still, touching you everywhere but giving you no satisfaction. He was unbothered, too busy enjoying your warm cunt dripping with liquids on his cock. Your walls were nice and tight as you wanted to cum but couldn't thanks to lack of movement.

Minho moaned your name as he kept going, pre-cum dripping down his tip. You were too busy begging to be ruined to notice.

“Please? Please, please, please fuck me? I’ve-I’ve been so-such a-a good girl. Please? Please?”You cried. He continued pretending not to hear you as Minho went faster and faster, grunting and breathing heavily. When he felt himself right there, he grabbed your face, opening your jaw and shoving his dick in your mouth. Right as your eyes widened, he pulled out to put his cock all over your face, getting his cum everywhere. As you were processing that, Gally slammed into you, making you scream as you creamed, body shaking in ecstasy.

“You liked that, didn't you? You like the way we use you, good girl?”Minho taunted.

“Yes,”You breathed out.

“You want more, don't you?”

“Fuck yes.”

Gally pulled out as Minho sat up. Gripping your ass, he slammed you down on his dick, making you scream out only for Minho to cover your mouth. Grabbing your thighs, Gally slammed into your sensitive pussy, thrusting in and out while Minho fucked your ass, palm gripping your face tighter as you were sobbing, eyes rolled back as your body pressed against Minho. Pushing himself closer, Gally trapped you between the both of them before biting your shoulder. Grabbing your legs, he forced them around his waist as you felt yet another knot in your core. Your body was completely hidden by them. Your wet face however, was showing. Only the top half of course. Your lower was still covered with Minho’s hand that you were screaming into.

Pushing into you again, you all finished. When you could think for a moment, assuming you would get a second to breathe, Gally pulled out as Minho grabbed your legs, dragging you to the middle of the bed with him. Your moans were audible again as he grabbed your legs, spreading them while pushing into your ass. Joining in, Gally crawled on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them beside your head as he filled your pussy. You eyes couldn't open at this point, head spinning and body numb as they kept thrusting, keeping your body trapped in that same position. You were panting and whimpering as they groaned while Minho called you his pretty thing between grunts. Gally had his lips attached to your neck as he mumbled praises against your flesh. Biting down on your lip, you squirmed as you finished.

Almost done, they kept sloppily penetrating you, going deep inside of you. Minho twitched first, causing you to let out a sigh of relief as his sticky cum dropped out of you. Gally kept going, his hold on to your wrists tightening as he buried his face in your chest. Finally cumming, he let out a deep breath.

He pulled out and gently grabbed your waist at the same time as Minho. Sitting up quicker than ever, desperately wanting to prove you could take just a few more rounds, you gave them pleading eyes.

“Whatever you want, princess,”Minho promised, grabbing your waist and dragging you to the middle of the bed. He rubbed his hands together before spanking you, making you drop your head as you moaned and cried. Taking a spot above you, Gally grabbed your hair, forcing your head up as Minho smacked your ass again. You tried to drop your head at the pain only for Gally to pull harder, making you whimper. Rubbing his hands together again, he spanked you so hard your arms gave out again, making you scream as his hold on your hair roughened. Not giving you time to adjust, Minho spanked you again, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure up your body, pussy dripping.

Taunting you, Minho rubbed his hands together again as you were able to get yourself upright, making you already wince. Catching you off guard, he slammed into your pussy. Before you could cry out, Gally was choking you, hand wrapped around your throat. His other forced your head down on his cock as he squeezed tighter. As you were shaking, Minho spanked you again, making you clench around him as you were spitting all over Gally’s dick.

Moving both hands to your hair, he made you look up at him while still being fucked. They were both twitching inside of you, growing closer.

“You like having cock in your mouth, don't you, you filthy slut? You like it when your tight holes are fucked?”He taunted, bobbing your head up and down. With your eyes closing, you felt a knot in your core again. Being right there, Minho smacked and penetrated you so hard you screamed as you finished. Holding your head down, Gally made you take it as he shot more cum down your aching throat.

“Drop your legs if you're done,”Minho instructed as he pulled out. When you were working even harder to stay up, Gally tightened his hold again, making you choke.

“Breathe through your nose,”He carelessly demanded. While you were doing your best, your legs were pulled down before Minho put you on his face, tongue darting inside of you. You grinded your body against him as he grabbed your legs, forcing them open. Your head was down in Gally's lap, sticky juices falling past your lips. Minho’s tongue was circling your walls, taking in the taste of all your liquids that were falling from everywhere. Your mouth, your ass, your cunt, your thighs, your chest, your face. You were an absolute wreck, toes curling as he grabbed your ass, forcing your pussy completely on his face. You were squirming, stomach lifting off the mattress as your eyes were rolled back. You moaned as you couldn't hold it, finishing all over Minho. With your sounds getting louder, vibrating him, Gally finished in your mouth before pulling his dick out, holding it in his hands. As you closed your lips, trying to swallow, he dragged his cock across your face, getting cum and spit on your cheeks. You gasped as you looked up at him, inviting him to slide himself back in your mouth.

Pulling his tongue out, Minho kneeled above your ass and lower back, pumping himself while Gally was still pushing his dick in and out of your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat each time. Seeing as you were all overstimulated messes that seemed like animals incapable of stopping, he finished yet again. You couldn't swallow any more at this point, making you cough and gag.

Getting more and more turned on by your sounds, Minho threw his head back as he came, white liquids spilling down your back and ass. Not done, he took his cock and dragged it between you, his tip dangerously close to your sore hole, making you shiver.

Pushing inside you again, he gently thrust in and out, making you whimper. Taking his hand, he toyed with you, fingers opening your folds as he dragged them up and down. As your face was screwed up with pleasure, breath shallow, Gally sat up to pump himself. Too distracted to notice, you kept taking his dick and hands that had plunged inside of you. He could practically feel himself through your thin walls, fingers curling back and forth as he kept thrusting.

Taking his thumb, he started rubbing your clit, drawing gargled sounds of pleasure from your sore throat. You were drooling by now, mouth unable to close, giving Gally a view of your white cheeks and tongue.

Tightening again, your lips parted in a silent scream as you came, spilling on the soaked bed. Groaning, he sloppily pushed into your ass while still fucking with you, hand deep inside of you. As you were silently crying, tears falling down your cheeks, Gally pumped himself so fast you could hear it, making you force your eyes open. Before you could register it, Minho shoved into you harder as he finished while Gally shot his load all over your face, making you close your eyes again. With your mouth still open, you could taste it. It dripped down your forehead, spilling past your nose and cheeks.

“Good girl. We knew you could take it,”He pressed, running his filthy white hands through your knotted hair. Minho pulled out, breathing a sigh of relief as he took in the view. Gally putting more cum on you as he kept stroking himself and touching your shoulders and neck while your holes were dripping with all of them. Having the same idea, he grabbed his cock, circling his tip before rubbing your back. You couldn't move now, too sore and immersed in them painting your flesh.

Going under your body, Gally rubbed cum all over your neck and tits, making sure it was on your nipples. Minho ran his hand between your holes, making you let out a deep breath. There was still plenty, thighs tainted white.

Reaching under you, he painted your stomach, pushing his hand on your lower abdomen to make you whimper as you finally collapsed, falling face first. Gally squeezed your nipple as he was pushing his arm back and forth against you. Your face was buried into the mattress, hands weakly grabbing the sheets as they took away your ability to move.

“Sun’s almost up. Just another hour. Okay?”Minho hummed.

“Okay,”You breathed out, unconsciously clenching yourself as you closed your eyes.

Flipping you on your back, Minho started mercilessly pounding into your pussy again. As you were making soft sounds, Gally positioned himself above you, pumping himself as he watched your face screw up at each thrust, eyes glued shut as you moaned. Biting his lip at the sight, he kneeled lower while pumping his hard dick, hitting it against your face. You already opened your mouth, tongue out, inviting him in.

As Minho was still railing you, grunting at the sweet pleasure, he put himself past your lips. You pursed them around him, tongue flat along his veiny sides as he filled your cheeks.

Twitching inside of you as you tightened, Minho threw your leg over his shoulder, making you whimper. Grabbing the back of your head with one hand and holding himself up with the other, Gally held your face still as he pulled you up to his dick. Your cunt was throbbing now as your mouth ached, something that made Minho moan as he increased his pace, forcing your back to arch as you tightened. Going faster, he made you shake as he came, moaning your name. With your sounds muffled, you did the same, making another mess.

Gripping your hair, Gally pushed you against the pillow as he pushed himself in and out, making your eyes widen as you gagged, choking on his cum and cock.

“That’s right. Suck on it like a whore,”He demanded, sliding himself in and out as he felt himself get closer. As you were coughing, legs shaking as your chest heaved, he came in your mouth again. Instantly, he pulled out, only to cover it, hand clasped over your face while his other choked you.

“Swallow. Or you're in trouble,”He growled. Your eyes filled with tears as you realized that was impossible, making him hard again. Still, you kept your head back, frantically trying to force everything down your throat. With the bitter thick taste being too much, you wheezed as he choked you harder before letting go, making you let out a breath as you coughed.

Pulling his hand back, he and Minho exchanged looks that made you squirm. Something you were right to do as Minho grabbed you, putting your ass in the air to fuck you. His hand reached down your short body, forcing your face into the pillow. His other grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back. Sobbing into the pillow, you kept squirming, nails pressing into your palms as you screamed in pain and pleasure. He kept you pinned as still as possible for him, grunting as he railed you. Your back arched against your will, making him pull his hand out of your hair to slap your bruised ass. You bit down on the pillow as you cried, tears staining your cheeks.

Going faster, he watched you struggle to take him, an overstimulated disaster covered in them.

“This is what little cumlickers like, right? To be touched?”He taunted, pushing his fingers inside of you, pumping them at the same pace he was. You moaned as he touched you, feeling so exhausted but so alive. This had to be what life was all about. Having two fuckbuddies and threesome until you all had to fake being sick thanks to not being able to do anything.

“My little slut,”He groaned, fucking you harder, watching himself slid in and out of you. Letting out a whimper, you came, spilling down his arm. Pulling his hand out, he spanked you as he finished, making you yelp as you gripped the sheets.

When he pulled out, letting go of your arms, you barely managed to lift yourself. Right as you were able to move, Gally grabbed you, flipping you on your back.

“We’re ending this how we started.”

When you weakly but genuinely nodded, he spread your folds with his fingers, showing off your sore wet cunt to them. Switching to his non-dominant hand, he kept you open as he thrust two fingers inside of you, making you let out barely audible moans as you closed your eyes. Curling his long fingers, he filled you up with his hand. Minho watched, jerking himself off at the sight. You would gasp every now and then at the pleasure, throwing your head back and pushing his hands deeper, making you whimper as you laid back down.

Finding your clit, he started harshly rubbing it, making you bite your lip as your eyes rolled back. With a small moan, you finished, liquids squirting out of you. Delighted by the sight, Minho grabbed your pussy, making Gally take his hand off. Keeping you spread, he finished, his cum getting inside of you and down your thighs. Trailing himself along you while still touching himself, he dragged his juices all over you, making you silently cry as he made contact with your sore pussy.

“Fuckk, that was good,”He moaned, leaning above you to cum on your stomach. You couldn't respond to that, or anything, head spinning as you were essentially blind.

You were their wreck, messy, panting, and desperate. This was maybe their favorite part, realizing how wonderful you were before it started and when they were bringing you back to reality. You were so ready at the beginning, confident and demanding. Now you couldn't even talk as they touched you all over.

You told them you wanted to be fucked.

omegaverse smut with loser simon riley who thinks he’s damaged goods but even that won’t stop him. (aka he’s so fucking obsessed with you and yet is so convinced that he’s not worthy enough for you that he sneaks into your office to fuck a pair of your used panties)

possession. bone deep obsession. everywhere he goes, you’re fucking there. maybe not physically, but traces of your scent, of your being, linger. a mug you sipped your coffee out of every morning that he stands by too long, the clear, sticky sheen of your chapstick still present on the rim (“simon, the fuckin’ a/c in here is on too godsdamned high all the time, it wrecks my lips”). the gun you had just used out on the range that you had meticulously cleaned before placing it back in the armory that he can’t help but sniff like a damn thing possessed as he walks by, your scent all but ingrained in the metal after spending so much time by your side. then, the tiny fucking post-it notes with your messy script littered around base, little reminders to yourself about plans and paperwork. no one notices when a few go missing, stuffed together in a wadded mess in the front pocket of his cargo pants. anything to keep a little piece of you closer to him. one post-it he stole sits in the top corner of the mirror in his private bathroom (perks of being an officer) is a messy reminder he swiped off of your desk a few months prior, a small coffee stain in the corner from where your mug from that morning had sat on it.

meeting with simon @ 13:30 (:

it was the smiley face scrawled after the little reminder that had really made his heart skip a beat, the ugly sense of need overtaking any rational thought. the small spark of innocent joy making his head go haywire.

simon is fucked. in more ways than one. sure, the fact that he’s absolutely obsessed with you is definitely part of it, but beyond that, he knows that he could never actually get close to you in the way that he craves. he’s broken. damaged. an irreparable, miserable excuse of an alpha that is little more than a living, breathing weapon.

none of that stops him from wanting it though. from spiraling.

and one day, he feels it. the feverish itch deep in his being, the very first signs of pre-rut. he knows what he’s supposed to do, what he should do, but the possessive, obsessive part of his fucked-up mind is hyperfocused on one thing and one thing only: you.

it starts small. he knows you go to the gym every morning before settling down to do some paperwork in your office, and he knows you keep your dirty gym clothes, rife with your sweet omega pheromones, tucked away under your desk. so, he sneaks in when you step out for a moment, determined to just snag a single piece of your clothing, just to keep the ugly beast inside him at bay. to keep him from doing something he knows you’d regret.

but, oh dear gods above. someone is watching out for him somewhere in the universe, because sitting right at the top of the bag is the pair of the panties you had worn to the gym, neatly-folded like it’s a present waiting just for him. he could cry from the way your heady, sweet scent wraps around him as he pulls the still-slightly damp scrap of fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. his eyes roll back, a deep growl ripping itself from his chest. he doesn’t even care that the pheromones - your pheromones - are slightly stale on the fabric. it’s you. his mind is reeling, and the feverish itch climbs ever closer to its peak, and he can feel his rut barreling towards him at full-force.

his logical side knows he needs to keep his distance. he knows he’s not good enough for you, that he could never be the alpha you need. but fuck, how he wishes he could be. he glances at the door for a moment, attempting to gauge how much time he has before you get back, but his rut-addled mind is slow, thoughts sliding through honey-thick. all he can focus on is your scent, and the way his cock presses heavily against his cargos.

he doesn’t even think. he pushes out from underneath your desk, but he doesn’t go far. he settles behind your desk, his back to the wall to keep his sight on the door. he tells himself it’s to make sure he can see when the lock starts jiggling, so he can pretend this never happened, but a part of him, a sick, twisted, damaged part of him, is hoping that you will catch him (and that you’ll like it).

your panties are pressed back to his nose as he quickly unbuttons his cargo pants, his cock thick and heavy and already weeping as his scarred finger sweeps over the slit. his eyes roll back as he takes himself into his hand properly, stroking quickly as he huffs at your sweet scent.

but it’s not enough. it’s not enough.

his hand is rough, and no matter how much pre-cum leaks from his angry red slit, it’s not nearly as pleasurable as he knows sinking into your tight, slick heat would be. he groans in frustration, tears of obsessive need pricking at the corners of his eyes. he throws his head back as his thumb brushes over the particularly sensitive underside of the head of his cock, but it’s still not enough.

well, if he can’t fuck you, he’ll take the next best thing.

he brings your panties down to his cock, wrapping them around his length as a barrier, your pheromones wrapping around his cock in a mockery of the way he wants them to, and he starts fucking up into his hand in earnest. it’s better, but all he can think about is mounting you and fucking you stupid until his knot locks you together. as the images flash through his mind, he leans forward, his free hand holding onto the carpet as he adjusts himself so that he is on his hands and knees, completely fucking into your panties like he wishes he could fuck into you.

he’s so close. surrounded by your pheromones that have soaked into your office space, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this close to absolute ecstasy. the pistoning of his hips is getting sloppy, and he can feel his balls tightening, but then he hears it. your keys engaging the lock on your office door. he’s fully panting now, trying desperately to reach his release before you get inside, so that you don’t have to witness the true level of his depravity.

he hears the lock click open, and that is what sends him over the edge. he cums loudly, growls and groans and your name falling past his lips as his cum soaks the panties still wrapped in his hand.

he’s still on his hands and knees, his massive body shaking from the magnitude of the release as he tries to catch his breath, and he hears your keys clatter to the floor, accompanied by a sharp gasp of surprise.

You thought you'd imagined it at first the weight of their stares, the stillness beneath the music. The common room swayed in gold and smoke, laughter rolling like thunder against the walls, but in that instant it felt like everything had tilted toward her.

Sirius was the first to move. He tipped his chin toward Remus, muttered something that made the taller boy’s mouth curve, and then they both rose. The crowd seemed to part without quite knowing why, a ripple of glances and shifting bodies, and suddenly they were close enough for you to smell the smoke on their clothes and the faint sweetness of firewhisky on their breath.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sirius asked. His grin was crooked, careless, but there was something behind it... a curiosity, almost wary.

You managed a nod. “Trying to.”

Remus’s eyes flicked to the bottle in your hand. “Maybe slow down. Those are stronger than they taste.”

“I’m fine,” you said, too quickly. It came out brittle, defensive, like you had to prove you could keep up.

Sirius chuckled, low and quiet. “You always say that before you’re not.”

The words shouldn’t have stung, but they did. Maybe because of how easily he said you always, like he’d been paying attention all along. Before you could think of something clever, Remus plucked the drink gently from your fingers, set it on the table. His hand brushed yours, brief, steadying.

“Come sit down,” he said, voice softer now. “You’ll make me nervous standing there like that.”

You should have laughed, should have made a joke and walked away, but you didn’t. The couch dipped beneath you as you sat, the room spinning slightly, and suddenly Sirius was beside you, knee pressed warm against yours. Remus leaned back on the other side, long fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass.

The three of you spoke for a while or maybe they didn’t. The words blurred, fragments of jokes and questions that you couldn’t quite hold onto. What you remembered were flashes: Sirius’s laugh brushing against your shoulder, Remus’s hand steadying you when you swayed, the thrum in your chest that felt dangerously like hope.

Somewhere near midnight, the crowd thinned. The music softened to a heartbeat in the background. You remembered Sirius leaning closer to say something and the world narrowing down to his mouth, to the sound of your own pulse. You remembered Remus’s quiet smile over the rim of his glass, a small, secret thing that made you dizzy for an entirely different reason.

Then, nothing certain just warmth, voices, the soft blur of being seen.

When I woke, the morning light was thin and merciless. My head ached, the room smelled of smoke and alcohol. For a long moment I didn't know where I was. Then I felt it.

The weight of a blanket, the press of someone's shoulder against mine. I turned my head just to see them. Both asleep, breathing evenly, the quiet between them deeper than any dream.

At I first I felt my throat tigthened. I didn't remember enough to know what happened, only enough to understand what it looked like.

For a few fragile seconds I let myself believe it. That maybe this meant something, that maybe they'd wanted me as more than a passing thought of an alcohol. I traced the light across the curve of Remus's jaw, the streak of silver in his hair, the way Sirius's hand twitched slightly in his sleep like he was reaching for something.

Then the doubt came to me, it came as fast and cold as the morning air through the slightly open window. They looked so peaceful, so complete and I realized no matter how much I wanted to be one of the girls they kept near them I would never be part of their own world. I will never be, I was a guest in a story that had already been written: like the girls they slept and threw aside. And whatever happened last night -if anything had- would fade into the same smoke and laughter as every other party in this castle.

Carefully, I slipped put from between them, feet bare on the cold wooden floor. The blanket fell away. Neither of them stirred instead just got closer to eachother's embrace.

By the time I reached the door, my hands were shaking. Not from regret, not exactly. It was the kind of shaking that came from knowing I have touched something beautiful that was never meant to be mine.

Outside, the dormitory hall was quiet. I looked through the stair's, few students fell asleep at the common room. James and lily sleeping heavily on the red couch placed by the fireplace, hugging eachother tightly. Marlene and Mary passed out on the carpet their legs tangled together like they fall asleep during drunken late night conversation and for a brief second I wished I should've been there instead of with Remus and Sirius.

I sighed shaking my head and cursing at the disgusting taste that alcohol left on my tongue, I really needed a hot shower to relax my muscles.

I entered my shared dormitary with the girls, surprisingly Dorcas was awake doing her bed, she looked at me as I entered inside. A wicked -probably ready to tease- smirk creeped on her face. I walked towards to my bed, "Well, how was the night?" She trailed behind me, her arms were crossed waiting for an answer.

"I don't know what to feel, really. I just feel more tired than yesterday and I just feel..." I stopped not knowing how to end the sentence, I sat on my bed. I could feel her drilling holes on my back with her stares.

"I want to talk about this later." I murmured dropping my head low staring at the wooden floor. Staring at it like it was interesting, she only hummed and patted my shoulder in response.

I didn’t see them for the rest of the day.

Classes blurred together, each one a different kind of noise that my mind refused to hold onto. The professors’ voices came and went like the tide low, rhythmic, meaningless. I wrote notes I didn’t read, smiled when someone laughed near me, but it was all mechanical. I couldn’t stop replaying the morning in fragments: the way Sirius’s arm had fallen across Remus’s waist, the warmth still lingering on the pillow beside me, the sunlight touching their faces as if it knew something I didn’t.

By the time evening came, I was exhausted from pretending not to think. The Great Hall buzzed with its usual chatter, spoons clinking against plates, the scent of roast pumpkin heavy in the air. I sat as far down the table as I could manage, half-hidden behind a stack of bread rolls, hoping to disappear among the noise. Dorcas was talking about something —probably Slughorn’s latest disaster— but her words washed over me like static.

And then I felt it: that subtle shift in the air, a hush that wasn’t really a hush, but something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I didn’t need to look up to know.

Sirius.

He slid onto the bench across from me like he’d always belonged there, elbows on the table, the usual reckless grin replaced with something unreadable. His eyes stormy gray and sharper than I remembered found mine immediately.

“Been looking for you all day,” he said, voice low enough that it barely carried over the noise.

My fingers tightened around my cup. “Why?”

“Because you disappeared,” he said simply, like that should’ve been explanation enough. “Remus thought maybe you were sick. I thought—” He hesitated, tongue running over his teeth like he was trying to find the right words. “I thought maybe you were avoiding us.”

I forced a small, humorless laugh. “Didn’t realize you’d notice.”

That made him blink, his expression shifting from careful to confused. “Notice? We woke up and you were gone. Of course we noticed.”

The way he said we made my stomach twist. It sounded natural, familiar the kind of effortless we that came from years of belonging together. I wasn’t part of that. I’d never been.

“Right,” I said softly. “You and Remus. You looked… comfortable.”

His brow furrowed. “Comfortable?”

The laugh that slipped out of me was small and sharp. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have stayed. You probably both thought—”

He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Thought what?”

“That it didn’t mean anything,” I said, the words coming out too fast, too bare. “That I didn’t mean anything.”

Something flickered across his face confusion, maybe. Or surprise. I didn’t wait long enough to find out.

“Don’t worry about it,” I muttered, pushing back my body to stood up from wooden long chair, crossing my legs to the epmty space behind me. “It was stupid of me to think otherwise.”

And before he could say my name, before he could make it worse by being kind, I walked out.

The next morning came with rain. The castle felt heavier when it rained the stone darker, the corridors colder. I spent most of the morning wandering between classes, keeping my head down, taking routes I knew they never used. I told myself it was better this way, cleaner somehow. If I didn’t see them, I could start to forget.

But fate, apparently, had other plans.

I found myself in the library, tucked in the back between two shelves that smelled of old parchment and dust. My fingers traced the spine of a book I wasn’t reading when a shadow fell over the page.

Remus.

He stood there quietly for a moment, one hand in his pocket, the other holding something I recognized immediately. My house scarf.

“You left this,” he said. His voice was low, careful, the kind of gentle tone people used when they weren’t sure if you were about to bolt.

I stared at the scarf for a beat before reaching out. “Thanks.”

But he didn’t hand it over. Not yet. His eyes searched mine slow, deliberate and I hated how easily he could see through me.

“You’re upset,” he said finally.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” His mouth curved faintly, though it wasn’t quite a smile. “You left like the castle was on fire.”

I looked away, toward the narrow window streaked with rain. “You and Sirius looked… happy. Peaceful. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

Silence stretched, long and tense. Then, quietly, Remus stepped forward and placed the scarf over my shoulders himself. His fingers brushed the back of my neck featherlight, grounding.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he murmured. “You were part of it.”

I turned to face him, the words catching somewhere between my ribs. “Part of what?”

His smile deepened small, shy, but real. “Last night. All of it. You weren’t an accident.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But before I could answer, a voice came from behind him.

“He’s right, you know.”

Sirius.

He stood at the end of the aisle, hands buried in his pockets, hair damp from the rain. His expression was softer than I’d ever seen it stripped of his usual swagger.

And then suddenly Remus huffed out a laugh. “We argued over who’d apologize first.”

Sirius’s lips curved, faint and tired. “He won.”

“You let me,” Remus murmured.

Sirius glanced at him, something unspoken passing between them, then turned back to me. “We should’ve said something last night. Should’ve made it clear.”

I crossed my arms. “Made what clear?”

“That we both wanted you there,” he said, and his voice broke a little on the word both. “Not because of the drinks. Not because of the noise. Just… because we wanted you.”

The library felt impossibly quiet then even the rain outside seemed to pause. My chest ached in that terrifying, wonderful way that hope does when it starts to creep back in.

Remus stepped closer, his hand brushing mine, tentative but warm. Sirius followed, his fingers grazing the other side. The air around us seemed to hum, something fragile and alive taking shape between our joined hands.

For the first time since that morning, I felt like I could breathe again.

I let out a shaky laugh, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “You two are terrible at communication.”

Sirius grinned. Really grinned this time, bright and unguarded. “We’re learning.”

Remus’s thumb traced gentle circles against my knuckles. “Slow learners,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

I squeezed their hands, feeling that warmth bloom through me quiet, steady, real. “Then I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing.”

Frustration burned beneath your skin, every muscle in your body begging you to move your hips, desperate for any friction, any relief. “S-sorry.” You whimpered, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you felt your pussy clench again, as if it wanted to hold him there forever.

Eyes closed, you pressed your face against his chest, your breath coming in shaky gasps as you tried to fill your lungs with air. You knew you shouldn’t do this, that the more you begged, the more arrogant he would become, but you couldn’t swallow the words, not when your pussy was throbbing wildly around his cock.

“Jamie, p-please—”

His fingers tightened, pulling you tighter against him. The small movement caused a small friction that made you gasp. You tried, really tried to roll your hips, but his grip was steely, almost painful, sure to leave marks. You looked up, searching for some mercy, but all you found was an unyielding gaze. His jaw so tense it could cut through a diamond.

“Stop. It,” he hissed, eyes narrowing as he watched the desperation etched on your face. How you had become a little thing thirsting for his cock.

You bit your lip, the first tear rolling down your cheek like a pearl bead as you shook your head, your walls contracting even more, squeezing him as if your life depended on it. “I-I can’t.”

A growl scratched his throat. Fuck. You were squeezing him so, so much, it was delirious. His eyes trailed down your face, admiring the way your eyelashes were damp, your mouth swollen and parted, your face flushed. Desperate for him. He should make you suffer more, he knew you could take it, but there was something about seeing you like this, hungry, crying for his cock, that made him more merciful.

James lifted a hand, his thumb wiping away the salty trail the tear had left on your skin. “This is so pathetic, we’ve barely started and you’re already crying.”

You looked away as his words hit you, but James cupped your face, watching as your bottom lip trembled. More tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes. Something in him softened at seeing you like this.

He knew you were close, could feel your walls fluttering around him, trying to pull him deeper. But he was determined to make this last, to savor every second of your delicious desperation. You were so receptive, so hungry for his touch. It made him feel powerful, invincible.

James leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke in a low, raspy voice. “You’re being such a good girl, taking me so well. I know you want to move, love, want to fuck yourself on my cock until you scream. But you have to wait for me. Wait until I tell you to come.”

He punctuated his words with a hard thrust of his hips, burying himself even deeper inside you, the head hitting the spot that made you see stars. A low moan tore from his throat at the exquisite feel of your tight heat enveloping him. He was addicted to the way you made him feel, the way your body accepted him, embraced him, like you were made just for him.

Your eyes rolled back, whimpering again. Your body trembled in anticipation, but he didn’t move again, remaining buried to the hilt in your greedy cunt. “J-Jamie,” you began again, your voice frail, small, trying to get some friction, but he remained still, holding you tightly against him.

He shook his head, looking at you with a mix of sympathy and cruelty. “You need to learn to be patient, love.”

He tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you still as he slowly ground his pelvis against yours. The head of his cock kissed your cervix with each small movement, making you gasp and shiver. He was being deliberate, tormenting you with the slightest hint of stimulation.