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a/n: she’s finally hereeee!! i had sm fun writing this so i hope yall enjoy reading it just as much as i did writing it hehe.
synopsis: after a huge blowup with your boyfriend, eren, your other boyfriend, suguru, tries his absolute best to get you two to make up, and save your vacation from being ruined !!
cw include: porn with plot, black fem!reader, reader is on the taller side (around 5’8), drug usage (weed), some alcohol consumption, a little angsty, hurt with comfort, lots of messy kisses, they make a sex tape, fondling, dirty talk, finger sucking, suguru records reader n’ eren secretly—but she’s into it, oral f&m!receiving, throat fucking, they like to slap their dicks on her face >_<, reader cums untouched, they eat her out at the same time, fingering, double penetration, more dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, belly bulge, creampie//wc: 19.5k (longest fic i’ve written to date 0_0)
you always loved going to the caribbean, and seeing the ocean.
the beauty of it, the mysteriousness, the way it feels as if all your impurities are washed away once you submerge your body into it. it was an indescribable feeling. an indescribable feeling that you wanted your boyfriend, eren, to feel as well.
your other sweetheart, suguru, had seen the ocean plenty of times with you when you would go on vacations together as children. your mothers were best friends before you two were even a thought, so when they found out they were pregnant at the same time, it only made sense that you were best friends by default.
so many vacations. so many different countries traveled to, and oceans swam in, but the caribbean was definitely your favorite place to be. suguru preferred the white, sandy beaches in santorini, but when you suggested coming to jamaica for the holidays, he simply couldn’t deny you—especially when eren made it known he’s never even been in the proximity of an ocean.
it was your first trip out of the country together as a couple, and you couldn’t have been more excited. everything went off without a hitch from the plan ride, to your arrival at the resort, to your short journey to the beach.
the crystal blue water had eren almost speechless, his emerald eyes widening at how clear it was. the scene before him looked like it came straight from one of your pinterest boards titled ‘vacations w/ them <33’
it was the perfect moment, watching you and suguru splash and play fight in the water while he watched, and the blunt he had perched between his two tatted fingers made it even better.
maria i’m drunk by travis scott played quietly in the background on your ipad—a song eren has yet to hear, until now. when it came to making a playlist for your beach trips, you were put on duty for that, of course. your taste in music was more versatile than eren, who mostly liked to listen to rock/heavy metal music, or suguru, who listened strictly to anything made in the late 90s or early 2000s.
“ren, you better save some of that for me!” you called out to him, eyes narrowing behind your chanel sunglasses. you heard suguru chuckle into your neck, his nose running over your pulse point.
your silky legs were wrapped around his slim waist, chests pressed snugly together due to his hands having an iron grip on your hips. you smelt strongly of shea butter and coconut, a smell so sweet it had his dark lashes fluttering.
his voice was low n’ smooth as he whispered in your ear, “you know he will, baby. don’t worry.” you made a noise between a whine and a huff, making him grin. his hands trailed from your hips to your ass, giving it a tender squeeze. “you wanna get out? m’getting kinda hungry.”
“mhm! carry me, please?”
before he even answered your question, he started walking out of the cerulean water. “well, i’m already holding you, so i might as well, yeah?”
a shiver ran up his back when you pressed a kiss to his jaw once, twice, thrice. “that’s exactly right, you’re so smart,” you murmured into his warm, slightly tanned skin.
“it’s about time you two came to eat, i was about to indulge without you,” eren smirked, lifting up his own sunglasses to reveal his low, hooded eyes. he looked so handsome with his beautifully sculpted physique on display. his hair was held back with a, your, claw clip to keep it out of his face that was slick with sunscreen.
the second suguru set you down, you were on your knees in front of eren, manicured fingers stuck out to receive the blunt from him. “what’d you get us to eat, baby?” you spoke softly, bringing the blunt to your lips to do a french inhale.
you felt a sudden warmth behind you—suguru. his chin rested on your shoulder, lips carefully skimming over your soft skin.
“well, i know we’re going out to eat later so i got us some of these—,” he opened up his bag to reveal six bags of pepper shrimp. your mouth instantly started watering—you could practically taste it.
“i used to loveeee getting these whenever we came here—remember sugu?” you beamed, glancing at him over your shoulder. he let out a low hum and nodded, the stray hairs from his disheveled bun tickling you.
he knew. of course he knew. after knowing you longer than he hasn’t, there wasn’t a single thing suguru didn’t know about you.
“i recall you always complaining about how they were never spicy enough, yet, you couldn’t get enough of them,” he chuckled into your neck, placing a wet kiss on your shoulder.
“which is why i asked for extra pepper.”
you could’ve orgasmed on the spot at those words.
“i couldn’t have known that without sugu mentioning it to me sometime ago before we came here, though.” eren’s eyes made contact with suguru’s brown ones, and when he sent him a sly wink, suguru felt as if his heart had stuttered.
you turned your head slightly, nose bumping into geto’s in the process. “you’re sweet y’know that, right? you too, mister,” your hand reached out to squeeze at eren’s knee, a dopey smile overcoming your features.
“yeahhh, i try.”
“did i tell you how much i love this new bikini on you?”
suguru’s words partially brought you out of your daze, and when he squeezed softly at your hip your felt a small dip in your tummy.
the bikini was pink, small, didn’t leave very much to the imagination—it was perfect for you. you almost didn’t make it out of your room because your boyfriends just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. praises upon praises about how pretty you looked, and how beautiful the shade of pink looked on you spilled past their lips, while their hands roamed all along your bare skin, gripping and caressing whatever they could get ahold of.
fortunately for you, eren had a little sense, and was able to pry suguru off of you before his sneaky fingers found their way into your bottoms.
this didn’t mean he continued to keep his hands to himself, though.
“jesus, sugu,” eren chuckled, “wasn’t this morning enough for you?”
“can never get enough of her—need her like oxygen.”
heat rose to your cheeks, making eren smirk. as much you whined and acted oh-so-bashful whenever suguru said such things, he knew you secretly got off on it. you loved hearing how much he—no, they, needed you. how obsessed they were with you, and everything that had to do with you.
eren liked to say it was your goddess complex taking over.
“careful now, suguru. don’t wanna get babydoll over there worked up,” eren teased, gently taking the blunt from you. his eyes zeroed in on the way sugurus fingers slowly circled over your lower belly, like he was teasing you.
you would’ve thought after eating your pussy like a madman while eren held your legs up, he’d be satiated and content for the day. apparently you were wrong.
your elbow gently nudged against his hard stomach, “suguruuuuu! paws off, you perv—i wanna eat!” you felt the rumble of his laugh against your back, followed by another wet kiss to your neck.
“go ahead, baby. i won’t keep you.”
as you and suguru snacked on shrimp, and made small talk, eren just admired from the side on his lil beach chair, blunt in hand with a lazy smile on his lips.
eren was proud to say that despite you knowing suguru longer than him, and having a little bit more in common, he never once felt an ounce of jealousy because of it. you two were so close . . so alike—it was adorable. geto was so smitten with you, and spoiled you like no other. which was probably—no, definitely the reason why you were the way you were.
anything you wanted in life, you got it, and nine times outta ten it was suguru who was behind all of it. eren liked to call him ‘mr. make it happen’, and it made suguru scowl with burning ears every single time. it was hilarious.
eren liked to spoil you just as much, though, and don’t think otherwise! he just liked to make sure your patience and understanding was always in check, and it was . . . sometimes! thanks to his unique . . . methods.
he was brought out of his daze when you shuffled over on your knees, holding a piece of shrimp out for him. “here, baby, try some! i even peeled the shell off for you,” you batted your lashes all sweet like making him laugh.
“okay, okay, lemme try.”
as you fed the shrimp to eren, you practically had hearts in your eyes doing so. fuck, he looked so good all shirtless n’ buff—and the nice tan he got from sunbathing earlier certainly wasn’t helping anything. you didn’t even notice you were biting your lip until he gently pulled it back into place.
“my eyes are up here, cutie,” he spoke lowly, tongue running over his bottom lip. “those shrimp are fuckin’ good, though.”
“mhmmm.”
you didn’t know if it was the time you spent in the sun catching up with you, or the blunt you just shared with eren, but you suddenly felt entirely too hot—and your boyfriends were looking extra enticing.
your eyes were on eren for another moment, and then you looked back at suguru. suddenly, your lips broke into a smile. “y’know, i think it’s so lame that you both have long, beautiful hair, and it’s always up. literally always in a bun, or half up-half down! what gives?”
suguru let out a small ‘oof’ when you gently pulled his, your, scrunchie out of his hair, his jet black locs cascading almost movie like over his broad shoulders.
“wowww, thank you for that—now m’gonna be hot,” he chuckled, pushing the front strands back.
it was a little pathetic, but suguru almost moaned when you took his jaw between your fingers. you just looked so pretty with your freshly done lashes, and sun kissed skin. he could’ve ate you up right there.
“i won’t come in too close because i probably smell like shrimp, but i think you look so pretty with your hair down,” and with that, you released your hold on him.
eren made a low noise of disapproval when your eyes were back on him, “nope, no way. too hot for all that.”
before your lips could even form into a pout, eren was faux gasping in excitement.
“you hear that, baby? it’s your song!”
oh, you fancy, huh? oh, you fancy, huh?
nails done, hair done, everything did—
“oh shiiiit. c’mon, babe, do a little dance for us,” suguru giggled, leaning back on his hands. his grin widened when you shot him a death glare that wouldn’t even put fear in a care bears’ heart.
having the biggest, brownest, most doe-like eyes had its ups, but it also had its downs as you can see.
but ugh, they weren’t lying, though. fancy by drake was one of those songs that had you jumping up and dancing like you were the baddest video vixen to ever do it. they watched every time, of course, with hearts in their eyes, and hard-ons in their pants.
“you guys are so annoyinggg—but okay!” your switch in attitude had both men laughing.
you didn’t miss a beat as your hips swayed dramatically to the music, like you were in your own lil video. suguru’s eyes flicked to the baby phat cat tattoo on your lower back, his nostrils flaring in a deep sigh. he was thankful your figure was blocking eren’s view of him, because eren surely would’ve teased him about how hard he was staring.
say go cinderella, go cinderella. orgasm blush, lipstick, and concealer.
devil in a tight dress, girl you a killa—
“you like that, ren?” you giggled, head lazily tipping to the side as you looked down at him. he peered up at you with glossy, red eyes, yellow tinted smoke slowly escaping past his pink lips.
“you know i do.”
those four words are what finally had you ordering both men to pack up everything, and head back to the room. you were hot, aroused, and you needed a sweet treat—you had to get outta there.
on the walk back, you were sandwiched between them. one of your arms was looped around suguru’s bicep, head resting prettily on the muscle, meanwhile your pinky was laced with eren’s. the sound of the sand crunching beneath your feet had your head feeling heavy with sleepiness.
suguru was careful to watch his step, not wanting to jostle your head around too much while you laid it on him.
“you okay, baby? too much sun?” eren’s voice rang from beside you, pinky giving yours a gentle squeeze.
“mm, kinda. i just need to shower, and take a little cat nap.”
suguru’s ears perked up at the mention of a shower, the perverted cogs in his head already turning. he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d let them join you—
“you guys gonna get in with me?” your voice was quiet and shy, like you haven’t showered with one, or both of them copious amounts of times. though, they did keep in mind that weed made you a little more bashful than usual.
eren lifted your hand up, plush lips connecting with the soft skin. “of course we will, and we’ll let you get a little nap it—keyword little. we got dinner reservations at seven n’ i don’t wanna hear no lip about how you ‘didn’t have enough time to get ready’ because we let you nap too long, m’kay?”
“yeah, yeah, whateverrrr.”
when you arrived back to your room, the first thing you did was flop your body onto one of the plushest couches you’ve ever felt. the soft material felt nice against your heated skin, immediately making you sleepy.
“no, no, no—shower first, then nap,” you heard eren say from behind you, and then a second later, a pair of even warmer hands was scooping you up from the couch with little strength.
you didn’t protest or whine, you simply just let them do all the work.
suguru was careful to undress you, meanwhile eren did his absolute best to make sure your hair was wrapped up securely to prevent it from getting wet. a few kisses were placed on random parts of your body, but besides that, they kept their hands to themselves.
the water was nice n’ hot, and you were thankful the space was big enough to fit both of them in there with you, and had an overhead shower head. it was the little things like these that they paid attention to, and made sure were included when traveling together. your boyfriends were big guys!! both well over six feet with broad shoulders, and slim waists to match—so you needed quiteeeee a bit of space when it came to . . well, just about everything.
it was silent for a few minutes—the three of you just holding and caressing one another while the water cascaded down your bodies.
“got you some cute little tan lines, princess,” suguru spoke up, breaking the silence. his pointer and middle fingers traced over the lighter spots of skin on your chest, a sly smirk lifting at the corners of his lips. “very pretty . . .”
“mhmmm.”
eren’s low hum could be heard from behind you, and then his front was suddenly pressed against your behind. “don’t really got none back here since you wanted to show your entire ass,” he chuckled into your neck, soft lips smushing into your slicked skin.
“c’mon n-now,” your voice was high, breathless, “you can barely even see them in this lighting.”
a shiver ran down your spine when a pair of tatted hands laid flat against your lower tummy. out of instinct your own manicured fingers covered them, keeping them in place.
“ren—”
your attention was snatched away from eren, and onto suguru as he grabbed your jaw rather forcefully, his eyes locking onto yours. “i gotta ask you something. is that head or yours working right now, or is it too cloudy?”
your hand flicked out to swat at him, but eren was quick to snatch it back, now holding you against him securely. “watch yourself, baby,” his tone was low, full of warning, and eerily calm, “just listen to what he has to say.”
“sorry, sugu. didn’t mean to try n’ hit you,” you mumbled, puckering your lips in a silent plea for a kiss. he happily obliged, lips smushing against yours with an obnoxious smacking noise making you laugh.
“now as i was saying . .” he murmured, brushing damp strands from his bun out of his face with his free hand. “i think we should do that thing we’ve been talking about.”
your head cocked to the side, “what thing?”
eren’s hands squeezed gently at yours hips, a groan rumbling in his chest, “you know what thing, baby. that thing we’ve talked about, but never did yet, because we wanted to wait.”
and that’s when the lightbulb in your head lit up.
“a tape?”
“yes, precisely,” suguru grinned, loosening his hold on your jaw. “i think we should do it while we’re here—i mean the scenery is beautiful, and our room is ducked off from everyone else’s . . . i couldn’t think of a more perfect time. don’t you agree ren?”
“mhmm.”
your lips parted in a sharp gasp when eren started mouthing at the juncture between your shoulder and neck. one of his hands trailed between your legs, and when he cupped your pussy, he let out a deep sigh at how soft n’ warm she felt.
“and i don’t want to tape us just in bed.”
this had your ears perking up, confusion swirling in your hooded eyes. before you spoke, you tilted your neck to give eren more room to kiss, lick, and suck to his hearts desire.
silence filled the air until your hand reached out to rest on suguru’s hard chest. “what are you talking about, b-babe?”
just as you finished your question, two of eren’s fingers delved between your folds, teasing over your entrance before bringing them back up to ghost over your clit. one of his hands slid up to grope at your breast, bringing heat to your cheeks.
he was making it terribly hard to continue with your conversation.
and to make things even more difficult, suguru thought it would be a great idea to cup your other breast in his hand, squeezing it rather roughly before swiping his thumb over your nipple.
“yeah . . um, i was thinking we could film ourselves on that couch, the little cabana outside . . the hot tub. y-you look really pretty like this.” he had one or two more locations left to mention, but now your boobs were added into the equation, meaning his brain was about five minutes away from turning into mush.
your fingers twitched, itching to grab onto one of them.
“that s-sounds interesting. i—hah, i think it sounds like a good idea. geeeez ren! i-i can’t concentrate,” you whined, lightly smacking your hand against his abdomen. an accidental gasp slipped past your lips at how hot his body was to the touch.
his lower half humped into the plushness of your ass once, twice—five times, and soon, his semi was now fully hard, pressing lewdly between your ass cheeks.
your mouth dropped open in a moan, and suguru moaned along right with you, his own hard on brushing against lower tummy. his thumb traced over your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, and pushing down lightly on your tongue.
“m’so happy you’re into the idea, baby. n’ we’re gonna film in on an actual camera, no phone cameras for this shit,” he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then your bottom lip. “need to make sure it’s perfect.”
you let out a noise between a laugh and a moan, making both men grin. “so you guys already had this planned, h-huh?”
just as suguru was about to respond, your hand wrapped around his twitching cock. he was hot to the touch, and painfully sensitive given the breathy moan he let slip out.
eren’s hand abandoned your breast, and wrapped around your throat. his breath was hot on your ear, and when you craned your neck only slightly to be eye-to-eye with him, he was kissing you desperately, unapologetically stealing the breath from your lungs. when his cock slipped between your dewy thighs, fat tip nudging deliciously against your swollen clit, you moaned pitifully into his mouth.
suguru’s mouth trembled, his own lips feeling neglected from yours. at least your neck was free for the taking.
his tongue was soft against your neck, licking and sucking whatever skin he could get his lips on. when he sucked at the spot below your ear, you felt your knees buckle—luckily, suguru’s hands kept your hips in an iron grip, preventing you from moving an inch.
“mm, you gonna let me put it in?” eren panted against your lips, his breath gone completely ragged at the way his tip kept on catching onto your entrance.
“noooo—let me do it. m’so cold, babe,” suguru whined, humping into your fist.
it took a lot of strength . . . like, a lot, but you were eventually able to put some distance between yourselves.
“neither of you will be putting it in, because i don’t wanna be too worn out for later. now either wash me, or get out the way.”
it was silent for a few beats, and then suguru was grabbing a loofa, meanwhile eren reached for soap. they didn’t complain or make a fuss—instead one of them washed you while the other massaged over your tense muscles. it truly warmed your heart how much they doted on you. they knew you were more than capable of doing things for yourself, but why do them when they were there to help? especially when you were there for them just as much.
you kept their spirits high, and their mentals’ clear—something they both happened to struggle with from time to time for their own different reasons.
you were so caring . . so understanding, and your patience was unmatched. that’s why this trip had to be perfect down to the damn shower head.
after washing themselves, eren took the liberty of grabbing everyones towels. you didn’t even have to lift a finger as suguru wrapped the white, fluffy towel around your figure.
“you spoil me too much, you really do.”
eren couldn’t help but scoff, tatted hands now resting on his hips. “good luck tryna tell him that. baby, he just . . does . . not . . care. the other day, i asked him if he’d let you hit him in the head with a frying pan, and all he did was look at me—look at me like that!”
you looked up, and surely enough suguru was wearing the blankest expression—like you were already supposed to know his answer to the question.
“ask a dumbass question, you’re gonna get a dumbass answer is all i’m gonna say,” suguru chuckled dryly, holding out his hand to make sure you were stable stepping out of the shower.
genuinely the only thing you could do was stare and carry on.
“anyways . . . when we get a house, i want dual sinks like these—shit, maybe even triple. i can’t stand using the same sink and mirror as you two,” you dramatically sighed, leaning more into the mirror to admire how glassy your skin looked.
there was only one downside to having two boyfriends with beautiful looks and hair, and it wasn’t that fact that they didn’t clean up after themselves. no, no—it that was the fact that they spent almost as much time as you in front of the mirror!
you heard a scoff, and whipped your head around, raising a brow, “does someone wanna say something? hm?”
the two men shared a blank expression, until eren finally cracked, and raised his hand. “yeah, me! we let you go first every time, baby, and don’t even lie. we also let you take your sweet ass time.”
“tuh—yeah, until a certain someone gets impatient, and rushes meeee!”
“because i need the mirror too!”
“there’s, like, four different mirrors in the apartment—”
“but the bathroom has the better lighting, and the mirror is bigger—”
“can you two please hush before i go jump in the ocean,” suguru interrupted, muscly arms crossing over one another. his head was cocked to the side, stray hairs from his bun swaying.
shamelessly, you eyed the way his towel hung low on his waist. it took you a moment, you eventually nodded at his words, doe eyes trialing up to his. “yes, i’m sorry, baby.”
“me too, i guess,” eren snickered, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. his lips ghosted over your ear before pressing a gentle kiss the shell, nearly making you melt. the scent of whipped honey and coconut wafted into his nose, and he inhaled deeply, his arm tightening around you ever so gently.
his dick was still hard underneath the soft material of the towel, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t give it a little extra nudge against your behind.
you didn’t say a word, instead you just craned your neck to the side, allowing him to plant a kiss right on your pulse point. you felt him murmur something into your skin, but before you could even questioningly hum at him, he was backing away.
and just as he departed, suguru was taking his place, veiny hands placing themselves on the softness of your hips.
the rest of the afternoon was spent napping n’ snacking to your hearts content, until it was finally almost time to start getting ready.
you were sitting on the balcony with eren, quietly passing a blunt back and forth as you watched the sun slowly make its descent down—meanwhile, suguru was asleep only on a few feet away on the same couch you were once dozing off on earlier.
“i can’t believe how beautiful it is out here,” eren murmured, french inhaling the yellow tinted smoke. the sky was mixed with swirls of pink, orange, and red, with pink clouds to match. he couldn’t believe such sights existed, and he was only now just experiencing it!
he passed the blunt over to you, emerald eyes still focused on the view. “you’re telling me; you and suguru used to vacation here all the time?”
“yeah—well, with our families,” you grinned, hugging your knees to your chest. “he always preferred vacationing in greece, but not if i could help it.”
“ohhhhh, so you’ve been like this, huh? even before you knew the meaning of the word spoiled,” eren teased, softly poking at your side. his grin grew wider when you scrunched your nose in annoyance, like he had disturbed an angry kitten.
your eyes flicked to your white painted toes, wiggling them in boredom. “you’re so annoying . . . but, yes.” you couldn’t help the smile that fought its way onto your lips as you passed the blunt back to eren.
absentmindedly, your hand softly ran over his biceps, and then slowly trailed up to the back of his neck. his chest rumbled in a small laugh when you leaned more into him, your other hand now caressing his chest.
“i’m so happy you’re having fun, and this resort—this room, and the view . . it’s all so beautiful. you both did really good, i can wait to show my mom the pictures when we get back. are you gonna sure yours?”
eren’s stomach dipped a little at the mention of his own mother, and he silently prayed you didn’t notice. you did, of course, but you didn’t say anything or make a face.
you knew you probably shouldn’t have asked the question in the first place, but hey, how could eren get mad when you were in literal paradise?
he nibbled on the side of his lip, and hummed. “ah, yeah, probably.”
“probably? what do you mean ‘probably’, it’s your first time out of the country, ren! in freakin’ jamaica might i add!” you whisper yelled, careful not to wake suguru.
eren sighed. probably a little too hard, but he wouldn’t be lying if he said he’d rather talk about literally anything else.
eren’s mom was a touchy subject for a number of reasons, and no matter how much you or suguru—mainly you, tried to pry, eren never budged.
all you knew was that her name is carla, she brought eren to the states from germany, and that their relationship was on the rocky side. it wasn’t like eren hated her, though. that was his momma, and he loved her like anyone else loved their mom. she was just a little on a judgmental side—whereas eren didn’t like to hear shit from anyone, and he’s made a lot of decisions these days that would make anyone’s mother give him an earful.
“i’ll show her some pictures of the beach, or some shit if i can remember. telling her about this trip won’t exactly be at the top of my list of priorities when we get back.”
you didn’t know why, but it made you a little sad when he said that. your own mother was ecstatic to hear you were going back to the caribbean for the holidays, and she was even more excited you would be there with eren for his first time.
when it came to carla, you didn’t even know if she knew you or suguru existed yet.
“and when she asks who you went with, what are you gonna say?”
the corners of your lips dipped into a small frown when you felt eren tense, already having a good idea of what his answer will be. but instead, he deflected—
“i’m sorry, but why are you asking me this? about her?” you could sense the annoyance lingering in his tone, like it was a gentle warning.
your hand that was on the back of his neck, trailed upwards to scratch lightly at his scalp. “well . . because i know you’ll be going to visit her soon—”
“i’m just dropping off a birthday present for her, and coming right back.”
“right . . . well, i know you’ll be in her presence, or whatever soon, and i was just curious if you were going to be telling her about the trip—maybe about us?”
eren let out a deep sigh through his nose, and before he could even say a word you were interrupting him.
“i knowwww, baby, i know you don’t wanna talk about this, b-but . . but you never do! we’ve been in a relationship for over a year now, and you barely talk about her, or even asked if we’d like to meet her!”
eren gently set the blunt aside, no longer in the mood for smoking. that was your first sign you probably should’ve stopped prying.
“mm, i get that, babe, but—”
“does she even know we exist? that you’re in a happy, committed relationship with two other people?”
“no. no, she doesn’t.”
you kinda already knew the answer to that question, but it didn’t sting any less hearing him say it. eren liked to keep his relationship with you and suguru on the private side, but it never stopped him from openly claiming you both in front of other people on campus, or when you went on dates/little errands together.
you understood random strangers knowing was completely different from a parent knowing this information, but you took pride in being a good girlfriend—a girlfriend that anyone would be happy to show off to their family.
suguru was no different. he was kindest, gentlest soul you ever knew, and for crying out loud—it was the twenty first century!! boys kissing other boys should be the least of anyone’s worries.
“so you’ve never mentioned me or suguru to her once. that’s what you’re telling me right now?” you didn’t mean to sound as snappy as you did, but here you were with a furrow between your brows and a pout on your lips.
eren’s head tilted back in a sigh. his posture straightened, body looking even tenser than it was a few seconds prior. “can we please not do this now, ( ❤︎ ). i don’t wanna fight, and make you upset.”
he also would prefer if suguru didn’t hear any part of this conversation.
his jaw clenched when you removed yourself from his side completely, now on the opposite end of the couch.
“well, it’s a little too late for that, ren. i’m not exactly angry, but i am hurt you’ve never even mentioned us. are you embarrassed of me? of suguru? if you’re worried about her being upset you’re with a guy, then that’s on her—!”
“it’s not because i’m fuckin’ around with a guy, baby—”
you couldn’t help the sarcastic laugh that slipped past your lips at his words. “fucking around? are you serious right now? you’re not fucking around with anyone, dummy. you’re in a relationship,” your head whipped around to suguru, who was still sleeping peacefully. “you’re lucky he didn’t hear any of that. that would’ve totally hurt his feelings, n’ you know that.”
suguru was a big and intimidating guy, but he was also a sensitive soul when it came to certain things—those things being you, and now eren. and if he just so happened to hear the hurtful words that just left eren’s mouth? . . . well, let’s just say it wouldn’t have been very much of a relaxing vacation for rennie.
“stop, stop it right now. you know i absolutely did not mean it that way—i just . . i was just trying to say she doesn’t care about what my partner has between their legs. i just said it rather poorly, and i’m sorry about that. you know i love suguru.”
he said this all while not making even a little bit of eye contact with you. this only irritated you even more.
“so, if she doesn’t care about who you’re with, then why don’t you wanna tell her about us?
“because i wouldn’t be telling her about just one person, i’d have to be telling her about two, and—and i just don’t think she’d understand—”
“well, you won’t know unless you fucking say something—”
“can you please let me get a fucking word out?!” he didn’t mean to raise his voice, not even in the slightest, but judging by the look of surprise and annoyance on your face, he could tell this discussion was now definitely far from over.
one thing about you? you always had time to argue, especially if you were pissed off enough.
“go ahead, and give me whatever excuse you were about to say then. go ‘head, i’m listening,” you all but hissed, arms crossing over one another.
this had eren finally turning his head towards you, his eyes two shades darker than they were earlier. it annoyed you immensely at how pretty they looked whenever he was mad.
“not everyone’s parents are as understanding as you and sugu’s, you brat. i know it’s our normal, but to others it’s not so normal. i just don’t wanna hear any shit about it, you, or suguru—okay? i’m in a decent place with her, and i don’t want to ruin it.”
you let out a deep exhale, completely in disbelief. “so, what, you’re gonna keep us a secret? just completely leave out an entire part of your life because you don’t think she’ll approve? do you not hear yourself right now, eren? you sound completely insensitive.”
your throat felt as if it had barbed wire wrapped around it—a feeling you only get when you’re either 1. about to get sick, or 2. start crying.
you suddenly felt too hot, and entirely too high for this.
“i wouldn’t care if it was like the situation with your dad, but you actually talk to her, and visit her. i don’t care if it’s just to ‘drop something off’—or whatever the fuck. you take time out of your day to see her, which means you have a relationship with her, which means that i refuse to let suguru or myself be someone’s secret. i-i was patient, understanding before, a-and i still am, but jesus—”
hiccup!
you blinked one, twice, and then a free fall of tears fell down the apples of your cheeks. this just broke eren’s heart in two, but it still didn’t distract him from what you just said.
“did you . . did you just give me an ultimatum or something?” he had a fire behind his eyes you’ve never seen before, and it only ignited one behind yours as well.
“and if i did?!”
you didn’t mean to shout as loud as you did, and thankfully no one around heard you, but suguru certainly did.
poor baby had no idea what was going on. all he heard was shouting—lots of shouting.
immediately his heart began to race, because why . . why would his two lovers ever be arguing when they were on vacation together?
“it doesn’t matter what you say, ren, you’re wrong—you’re so in the wrong. i can’t even look at you right now. i-i just need to separate myself—”
at the sound of your wavering voice, suguru wasted no time jumping to his feet, and making his way over to the balcony. he was about halfway there when you came storming in at full speed, almost knocking the both of you over from how hard you slammed into his chest.
“s-shit, m’sorry honey, i just—excuse me, please,” you sniffled, giving his chest a light pat before sliding to the side. suguru was quick to catch your wrist though, keeping you in place.
“do you mind telling me what the hell is going on? where’s ren?” his confusion grew even more when you practically shot daggers out of your eyes at the mention of his name.
“that brute is out there being completely unreasonable and selfish. i’m so pissed at him i could just—”
and just as you were about to start talking that shit, eren came in with narrowed eyes n’ a puffed up chest.
“you could just what, ( ❤︎ )?”
“i could just hit you in the head with a frying pan! that’s what i could do—now let go of me,” you hissed, attempting, but failing to yank your hand out of suguru’s grasp.
suguru was confused beyond words right now, and the shouting coming from you and eren wasn’t helping matters. “can someone please tell me what’s going on? i’m—i’m so lost, i don’t even know what to do.”
suddenly, a sob spilled past your lips, and you were lunging into suguru’s chest once more, burrowing your face in his pecs.
“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” eren bitterly chuckled, tounging the inside of his cheek.
“go ahead, and tell him exactly what you told me, ren. that we’re just gonna continue to your secret until the end of fucking time,” you cried in suguru’s chest, your salty, hot tears soaking the fabric of his shirt. your words came out muffled and whiny, but suguru heard every word, his brows scrunching together even more in confusion.
suguru’s brown eyes flicked to eren’s. eren looked heated—more heated than suguru has ever seen him before.
eren took a step forward, and then another, his chest rising and falling rapidly from quick breaths.
“ ( ❤︎ ) . . i never said i would keep you both a secret forever, okay? all i was trying to say was that i just need a little more time. this is a pretty touchy subject, and i would appreciate it if you could be a little more understanding.”
suguru almost got whiplash from how quickly you turned around to face eren, your chest now pressed firmly against his bare one.
“i’ve been more than understanding, but i can only be so understanding. you need to stop being such a—such a pussy, and tell your mom about who you love. you’re in a polyamorous relationship, not a fucking drug cartel. i’m sure she’ll be okay.”
you felt a tug on your shoulder, and then suguru was standing between the both of you. he had a hand on both of your chests, and it only made him more anxious feeling how quick yours hearts’ were beating.
“h-hey! that’s enough, ( ❤︎ ). i don’t even know what’s going on, but i think you’ve made your point. the name calling isn’t necessary.”
eren was quick to shove suguru’s hand away, his lips curling into a snarl. he couldn’t sense any emotion besides anger in your eyes, but truly, deep down, you felt terrible for calling him a name, and yelling at him.
but unfortunately, you were too far gone, and entirely too prideful in this moment to apologize.
“i’m gonna let that go because i know you’re just angry and trying to hurt my feelings, but there is nothing pussy or cowardly about me. i have no problem taking pride in this relationship, i’d just like to take it slow when i tell my mom. you need to respect that whether you like it or not.”
you took a shaky breath, and then another. that tightening feeling in your throat was beginning to return.
you knew he was right. you knew that no matter how annoyed you got over this topic that you would never leave eren over it, because like you’ve told eren so many times, he was just so worth waiting for.
this didn’t mean you had to be happy with waiting, though.
suguru placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a tender squeeze. “everyone just needs to calm down, okay? ren—you good?”
“i’m fine.”
“you okay, pretty girl?”
you didn’t say a word to either of them, too annoyed, overstimulated, and beyond upset. they didn’t even bother to chase after you as you stormed off into the bathroom. you definitely needed to take a moment to yourself, and they were more than willing to respect it.
suguru let out a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding, his hands now resting atop of his head. “fuckin’ christ . . i wasn’t even asleep for that long.”
even though he said he was fine, all eren could see was red. he definitely needed to take a lap.
“i need to get outta here for a bit . . you guys can go to dinner without me. i’m not that hungry anymore.” and with that, he grabbed the first shirt he saw, and made a beeline for the door, not even bothering to look back at suguru, who had a disheartened look written all over his face.
he was still for a moment, almost completely zoned out, until he heard a particularly loud sniffle.
you.
he needed to talk to you immediately.
as he got closer to the bathroom door, he could hear what sounded like the sink running. it didn’t do much to conceal the noises you were making—and with every whimper and sniffle suguru heard, another piece of his heart cracked off.
“baby?”
“leave me alone.”
his frown deepened, and when he jiggled at the doorknob, he was shocked to see that it was locked. with a sigh, he slumped against the door sideways, still firmly grasping the doorknob.
“c’mon . . don’t be like that. it’s just me, your sugu.”
silence.
“if it bothers you so much don’t think of it as your boyfriend checking in on you—think of it as your best friend making sure you’re all good, yeah?”
more silence.
*sigh* “and eren isn’t here, so we may speak freely.”
after a moment, he was just about ready to throw in the towel, but then he heard the click of the lock, followed by the door slowly creaking open.
“you can come in . . ”
upon entering the bathroom, suguru was quick to shut the door and lock it, wanting to make you feel as secure as possible. he stayed glued to the door, and allowed you to get comfy wherever before speaking—
after taking a solid half hour to breakdown the fifteen minute argument, suguru came to the conclusion that both you and eren had your reasons to be upset with each other.
he understood why you’d be upset. it’s not a good feeling being someone’s secret when you want to be loved apologetically in front of whoever—but, he also could understand why eren was frustrated with you for pressuring him.
he wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear about the ultimatum you gave eren either. you were very sympathetic, though. crying into suguru’s shirt about how you were embarrassed, and wished you never even uttered those words to him.
“you should’ve seen his face, sugu—he looked so sad. i can’t believe i even— *sniffle* i-i was mad, n’ i still am, but i should’ve n-never—”
it was by this point you were boarder line hyperventilating, and this made you feel only more embarrassed.
suguru continued to hold you in a tight embrace, cooing softly into your ear to help calm you. it wasn’t until five minutes later that your breathing was finally regulated, and you were able to detach yourself from him.
“you okay? got most of the tears out?” he spoke softly, thumbing at the apple of your cheek to wipe away any stray tears.
“mhmm.”
“do you mind if i ask why you decided now of all times to press him about this?” his tone was light and playful, earning him the teeniest tiniest smile from you, but as soon as it came, it went away just as fast.
you made a small humming noise, your hand coming up to play with the necklace suguru gave you as a high school graduating gift.
now that you thought about it . . did you even really have a reason?
“i . . i guess i didn’t really have one. i kinda tried to bait him into talking about her by asking if he’d show her pics, and then he started acting weird—like, you know the kinda weird i mean when she gets brought up.”
you wanted to shrink down to microscopic size when suguru sighed hard. apparently, you weren’t as nearly in the right as you thought you were.
“baby,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “you know i love you, and i would do anything for you, and you’re never wrong in my eyes . . but in this case, you were very much wrong.”
your mouth parted, then shut, and then opened again, “but—”
“but nothing. you shouldn’t have baited him into talking about anything he doesn’t wanna talk about . . you know how tense his relationship is with her.”
your heart felt like it had shattered into millions of pieces, but you didn’t stop him from speaking, you just bowed your head, eyes now focused on your jeweled, pedicured feet.
“does it not bother you that she doesn’t know about us even though we’ve been dating her son over a year?”
suguru rested his back against the door, his eyes never once leaving your figure. “sometimes . . but not enough to where i’m tryna give him ultimatums n’ shit.”
ouch.
“but i do think he should tell her before another year passes by.”
your eyes flicked up to suguru’s, and he gave you a small smile.
“you should absolutely apologize when he gets back, though. i know he usually lets the petty shit go, but this . .”
you nodded, nibbling on your bottom lip gently. “of course i will . . where’d he go?”
when he didn’t say anything, your brows pinched together in worry. “where is he, sugu?”
“i have no idea . . probably off smoking somewhere. don’t worry about ren, babe. he’s a big guy, he’ll be okay.” and as suguru pulled you in for another bone crushing hug, all you could think about was the defeated look on eren’s face.
you were still mildly irritated, but none of that mattered when you just wanted to run your fingers through his hair, and coo apologies into his ear as he dozed off.
“if you want we could still go eat? eren said not to wait up for him, and y’know, i think he’d want you to get some food in your system—”
“no. no, we’re not goin’ nowhere without him . . we’ll just stay here, and have a couple drinks until he gets back.”
and that’s exactly what you did. while suguru looked around for the complimentary red wine the resort left in your room, you went on the hunt for some wine glasses.
suguru tried to give you a reasonable amount, but you went ahead and tipped the bottle more n’ more until your glass was almost full. and it was only right that suguru joined you, so he poured just as much into his glass.
it was quiet at first, besides the sounds of slurping and the breeze outside. after a while of that, suguru decided to try and make some small talk—mostly about stuff from when you were kids. oh, how you loved to reminisce on your friendship turned budding relationship with him.
“and do you remember when you buried everything but my head in the sand that one summer? your mom was so pissed,” he giggled, pale cheeks now turning a light pink shade from the wine.
“uh, yeah, because you fucking cried thinking there were hermit crabs pinching you!” you felt your heart nearly skip a beat when suguru threw his head back laughing. he always had such a pretty laugh.
“i swear it felt like there was, and i couldn’t move, like at all—my fight or flight kicked in, baby!”
suguru could’ve melted on the spot when your hand squeezed at his shoulder, the sound of your melodic laugh bringing him more peace than he’s ever felt.
“please stop talking, you’re making my stomach hurt,” you giggled, setting your wine on the bedside nightstand. “momma was sooo mad i made you cry, she was this close to sending me to stay with my grandparents for the rest of the trip.”
as you continued to talk about any, and everything, suguru’s mind eventually kept drifting to eren. it’d been almost two hours, and still not a call nor text.
he wanted to call him, desperately, but he also wanted to give eren his space.
“you’re thinking about him aren’t you?”
his eyebrows raised, and his mouth parted, but you were quick to shush his worries away. “it’s fine . . i am too. i know he’s grown n’ all, but i just need to physically see him right now,” you made a noise between a sigh and a laugh making suguru frown.
his thumb ran down the slope of your nose, and then the apple of your cheek. your skin was soft to the touch, despite having cried away all your moisturizer.
“how ‘bout i go call him, and you find us something to watch, hm? maybe roll up something for yourself?” when his thumb slid over your cupids bow, he couldn’t help but smirk at the way your pupils widened. when his hand cupped your jaw, you leaned more into his warmth with no hesitation.
“sure . . please let him know i miss him.”
you knew it had only been a few hours, but you grew to miss him terribly, and it stung a little more than it should’ve seeing that he hasn’t checked in with you or suguru.
just as he was about to get up, you both heard the deafening clicking noise of the door unlocking. it was almost funny how you both sat up like two alerted cats, brown eyes zeroing in on none other than your other half, your sun & stars, the other love of your life—eren
his hair was down, and it looked like he spent a little more time in the sun before it set completely. when he turned around he nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise.
“fuck—geez, have you two just been sitting there in silence the whole time?” he sighed, running a hand over his face.
neither of you said anything making eren raise a brow.
“is this the silent treatment? you both icing me out—?”
suguru was quick to jump up from the bed, his words almost a complete blur, “no, no! absolutely not, t-that’s not why we’re quiet. we just—we just missed you is all.”
eren’s lips thinned, his back straightening ever so slightly. “mm, i see.”
“where’d you go?”
“just to the beach . . smoked a little. why aren’t you guys out eating right now? i told you, you could go without me.”
suguru brought a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, and glanced over at you—who was as still as a statue as you watched the both of them speak.
“i did, honest! she just didn’t wanna go without you, so we just stayed here . . . sipped on that a little bit,” he pointed to the discarded bottle of wine that had about three sips leftover.
eren’s eyes flicked to the bottle, then suguru, and to both of your surprise, he actually started smirking.
“ . . that must be why you’re almost as pink as a starburst right now.”
suguru let out a shaky breath, a small smile spreading across his lips. “yeah, i guess.”
and finally, after what felt like a century, eren’s eyes landed on you. the anger and annoyance that he was feeling earlier no longer showed in his irises, instead he just looked tired.
“hey.”
“ . . hi.”
he took a step closer, and then another, blindly tossing his key card on the table in front of the couch.
“you still mad, princess?”
oh, so he was clearly still agitated.
your mouth parted then shut, brows pulling together in a swirl of sadness and annoyance. for a split second, you wanted to snap back, but that would only do you more harm than good.
you let out a deep sigh, legs uncrossing so you could sit up on your knees. “no . . i—i stopped being mad the second i went into the bathroom. you still mad?”
eren pursed his lips, crossing his arms together, “i mean, yeah, a little. you weren’t exactly being the most respectful.”
and there went that feeling again. that tightening, suffocating feeling in your throat where you felt like if you didn’t cry that instant, you’d implode into bits.
“i-i know, and i’m . . i’m so sorry about what i did n’ what i said. i should’ve never called you a pussy, or give you a fake ultimatum. it was childish, and not at all how i want you to remember your first time here,” your voice cracked ever so slightly at the end, and unfortunately both men noticed.
you didn’t want to cry. you didn’t want eren to think you were using your years as an escape, because they weren’t!
but with the way he was staring you down, partnered with the mixed emotions you had from the wine—the dam behind your eyes was only a few cracks away from unleashing another wave of salty tears.
you jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder, and looked to the side to see suguru already looking down at you. he didn’t have any particular look on his face, but his eyes were telling a different story.
“m’gonna go outside, n’ give you two a minute. don’t get worked up, ‘kay? it’s just ren,” he whispered the last part in your ear, gently pressing a kiss to your jaw. you hummed lowly, fingers now beginning to fiddle with each other as you watched suguru make his way outside.
when he was out of earshot, eren’s eyes flicked over to you once more, only to see that you were already staring him down. you didn’t say anything, instead you just softly patted the spot next to you.
now eren didn’t plan on being mad about the argument for the rest of the trip, but he definitely wanted to have some kind of conversation about whatever the fuck just happened.
when he sat next to you the first thing you did was tuck a few strands of hair behind his pierced ear, and scratched at the nape of his neck—something you did that always had him melting in the palm of your hand.
and it worked, of course.
he let out a long, but content sigh, leaning ever so gently into your touch. “i’m sorry too.”
“hm?”
his eyes locked onto yours, gaze softened and comforting, “i said, i’m sorry. i was hurt by what you said, but . . but you were right.”
your lips parted, but eren shushed you, his fingers gripping onto your jaw softly to pull you in closer.
“it’s not fair of me to keep you and suguru a secret from her, no matter how scared i might be. you—you were right; if i’m gonna keep in contact with her she needs to know everything about me—about us.” his nose brushed against yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, lips pushing into a small pout.
“you don’t deserve to be a secret, ( ❤︎ ), and neither does sugu. i promise i’ll tell her soon.”
“w-why are you being so sweet all a sudden, and not stand offish like before,” you sniffled, vision going blurry.
eren chuckled and wiped the corners of your eyes before any tears could fall. “i was a goner the second you started playing with my hair . . ain’t no point in trying to be angry with you when i’m not. ‘specially when you look so cute right now—always look so pretty when you get done crying,” he smirked, kissing the corner of your mouth.
fuck, you felt terrible.
how could you have ever tried to put the fear of a breakup in his heart, and call him names?
“oof!”
eren was nearly knocked onto his back when you suddenly threw yourself into his arms, a weak sob emitting from the back of your throat. your face was buried in the crook of neck, hot tears now dripping from your cheeks, and onto his shirt.
“i’m s-so sorry, erennnn,” you whined, gripping onto his shirt so hard, like he was going to slip from your grasp. “i’m so sorry for giving you t-that ultimatum—i promise i didn’t mean it! and i don’t think you’re a pussy either, you’re one of the strongest people i’ve e-ever met, and—and there’s nothing wrong or weak about you wanting to take your time with telling her.”
eren felt his heart crack bit by bit with each sob that slipped past your lips. one of his arms tightened around your waist, while the other cradled the back of your head. “hey, hey—baby, cmon it’s okay. i promise it’s okay, i’m not mad at you—”
“b-but i’m mad at myself! i should’ve never even brought her up in the first place,” you suddenly removed your face from his neck, eyes wide and glossy. “i’m so sorry, babe. i didn’t mean to spoil our day or our dinner. do you forgive me?”
your hands were cradling his face so closely he could smell the wine on your breath. it was an enticing scent, like tart cherries.
“shit, yeah. of course i forgive you, pretty girl. could never be mad at you for too long, yeah?” his lips puckered to press gently against yours. “do you forgive me?”
your head bobbed eagerly, forehead softly knocking against his. “o-of course i do. *kiss kiss* i love you so *kiss kiss* much.”
eren grinned into your kisses, happily accepting each one. “i love you more—now hold still so i can give you a real kiss,” he chuckled, palms cupping your cheeks to hold you in place.
the kiss started off slow, and then he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, sucking it between his own before letting it snap back into place. the butterflies in your tummy were in a frenzy, bringing a slight trembling to your hands.
“open your mouth.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, lips parting halfway so he was able to slip his tongue into your mouth. the wine on your tongue was sweet, yet bitter—it had saliva pooling on his own.
“h-hey,” you breathed into the kiss, momentarily pausing to catch your breath. eren still lingered close, his nose occasionally bumping into yours.
your hands moved to his shoulders, slowly trailing down his arms, and then back up. his skin was hot, soft—you wanted to kiss over every inch of it.
so you did—starting with his neck.
for a good couple of minutes eren just sat there, both hands fisting the duvet while you kissed, licked, n’ sucked at his neck and collarbone. your assault on his neck was relentless! he could practically feel the hickeys blossoming—sore, yet sensitive to the touch.
“mm, that feels nice,” he spoke lowly into your ear, tatted hands squeezing softly at your hips.
you were only wearing one of suguru’s shirts and the tiniest pair of shorts, giving eren opportunity to feel up anywhere he pleased. first it was your hips, then they drifted up your back n’ splayed across your spine, warming you up even more. when he made it to your ass, he wasted no time pulling your bottom half more into him, allowing you to feel the print in his nike shorts.
while you and eren got lost in each other, suguru watched from afar, eyes wide and heart pounding against his ribcage.
he wanted to join in, but he also wanted to watch a little bit longer. then, he had an idea.
his eyes flickered to the camcorder that sat haphazardly on the armrest of the couch. it was used earlier, when eren thought it would be fun to record you while you covered yourself in shea butter. it was sweet, funny . . hot. he made sure to get every good angle, and zoom in justttt right on the right places.
the video ended with you bent over the edge of the bed, while eren’s towel covered waist pushed into the plushness of your ass.
suguru nibbled on his lip at the memory, his eyes slowly drifting back to you and eren. he had your shirt pushed up now, and from what little noises he could hear, plus the way your hands threaded in his hair, he could only only assume eren was sucking on your nipples.
“shit—okay, okay,” geto mumbled to himself, taking a small step forward. he took another step, and then another, until he was halfway to the couch. his heart was pounding, a ringing flowing between his ears in fear of being caught.
little did he know, eren had already spotted him—because let’s be honest, sugurus six foot self wasn’t sneaking nowhere without being seen.
as eren pushed your face in his neck, and pushed his lower half upwards into yours, his eyes zeroed in on geto, a playful smirk on his kiss bitten lips.
when geto finally swiped the camcorder, he felt a sudden rush of ice in his veins when he realized he was being watched.
they both just stared at each other for a minute, relishing in your sharp breaths and small whines. he saw eren’s eyes drift to the camcorder, then back to him, his smirk growing into a full on smile.
“fuck, ren.”
in that moment, just from the sound of you moaning eren’s name like that, it felt like all the blood in suguru’s body rushed to his dick. he suddenly felt hot—entirely too hot.
“you like that?” eren whispered in your ear, tongue swiping over the shell. his eyes never once left suguru, whose attention was now on the camcorder. it took a second, but he eventually figured out how to work it, and the first thing he did was zoom in the way eren grabbed at your ass.
the lighting made his hand tattoos really pop, n’ suguru couldn’t help but about how much you’d enjoy seeing this. you always had a thing for hands . . and tattoos . . and people with hand tattoos, but ever since you met eren no one ever compared.
the swirls of ink on his knuckles never failed to dampen your panties—and don’t even get me started on the way you could basically cum just from him shoving his inked fingers down your throat.
“take this off,” eren grunted, bunching up your shirt with a clenched fist. he allowed you to briefly pull away so you could pull it off with no trouble. when you tossed it to the side, eren made sure your eyes stayed on him the entire time, not wanting to spoil suguru’s cover so soon.
“mm, you’re real pretty. pretty lil face . . . body . .” his hand slipped between your bodies, cupping your pussy over your shorts. he could feel the way you pulsed with need even through the velvet material.
your lips parted in a breathless laugh, eyes nearly fluttering shut, “ain’t nothin’ little about me, though.”
“jesus fuckin’ christ.”
suguru had to cover his mouth with a trembling hand to conceal his moans, but even then it still caught eren’s attention. luckily, your thoughts were too jumbled together from eren’s slick touches to notice.
“d-don’t you think we should go get sugu? y’know he—he . . um, h-hates to be left out.” your head tilted back slightly as eren covered your throat in wet kisses.
he smirked into your skin, and pressed his palm harder into your shorts. the fabric was starting to become more damp, and that’s when he suddenly remembered you were, in fact, not wearing any panties.
“mm, don’t worry, baby. sugu is exactly where he wants to be right now.”
his comment had your brows pinching together in confusion.
what on earth did he mean by that?
you let out a squeal when you felt a not-so-gentle pinch at your clit, followed by a few light taps.
“you’re thinking too hard right now—jus’ pay attention to me please,” eren murmured into your neck, his fingers now tracing over your lower back tattoo. goosebumps rose all along your skin as his fingers trailed across the slightly risen, inked skin. he always thought your baby phat tattoo was so cute—so you.
“o-okay, i will. you want me to—”
“yes. whatever you were gonna suggest, yes.”
when you got on your knees, eren seriously could’ve started crying. the way you looked at him through your lashes—fuck. like he created all the stars in the midnight blue sky by hand just for you.
his thighs clenched then unclenched when your hands ran over the tops of them. the bulge in his shorts was very much prominent, practically demanding your attention as it twitched under the cotton fabric.
eren’s nostrils flared when you mouthed at the print, your tongue lolling out to run over the base. he was partially shocked when you pushed them up to cover his thick thighs in kisses, occasionally nipping at the tan skin.
“you’re bein’ real sweet down there,” his smirk was lazy, lustful, and it had suguru’s knees nearly buckling. eren’s sex eyes were nothing to be played with, especially if he was high.
eren’s thumb hooked into your mouth, and forcefully parted your lips, making you let out a small moan. his teeth clamped onto his bottom lip as he circled the tips of his middle and ring fingers around your tongue. it was soft, wet—he couldn’t wait to slap his cock on it.
he breathed out a small laugh through his nose when you opened your mouth wider, silently begging him to give you more.
“heh, think you can take three this time around? promise i won’t be too rough,” he smirked, now pressing his ring finger down on your tongue. he didn’t wait for you to respond, slowly, and carefully sliding all three fingers more into your mouth.
it was around this time that suguru’s patience was beginning to run extremely thin. he couldn’t see what was happening, but he could hear, and his curiosity was slowly getting the best of him. plus, it’d be such a missed opportunity not being able tape you choking on eren’s fingers.
he took a step forward, and then another, and when he took a third step, eren finally looked up at him through his lashes.
you made a noise of confusion, making him revert his attention back to you. his fingers were halfway in your mouth, completely preventing you from speaking.
“suguru’s finally here to join us,” he murmured, pressing down on your tongue, “and look what he’s got.” his fingers slipped out of your mouth, and slid into your hair, forcing your head into suguru’s direction.
there he was; camcorder in hand, with a hand not-so-subtly adjusting the print in his sweats. his head was tipped low, eyes boring into you through the tiny screen.
you were speechless, with lips parted and no words coming out.
“shit, stay like that. you look so pretty with that dumb look on your face,” he chuckled behind the camera. you took in a sharp breath—
“h-how long have you been—how . . where did you come from?” your voice was already a bit raspy from having your throat toyed with, and you knew it would only get worse from here.
some tea would definitely be needed in the morning.
“i’ve been here for a while, but don’t worry about that. jus’ focus on ren.” and then your attention was redirected to eren, who now had both hands gripping your jaw. it wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t exactly soft with it either.
he had this look in his eyes. that look he always gives you before he’s about to leave you either passed out, crying, or both—most likely both.
“you wanna take my shorts off f’me?”
he was answered with a small nod.
“well go ahead then,” he stood up, still keeping your face cupped in his palms. the way you clawed at the waistband of his shorts was boarder line pathetic—but mannnn did it look good on camera.
eren’s dick sat heavy against his thigh, drooly tip smearing pre across the soft, tan skin. the tip was a reddish purple color that looked almost painful, and you couldn’t wait to help him release that ache.
his teeth clenched in a hiss when your soft hand wrapped around the base, gently lifting it to bring it towards your lips.
“ngh, fuck—” eren’s leg twitched when you slapped the tip lewdly against your tongue, the salty, yet sweet taste of him coating your tastebuds. you circled the middle of your tongue around the underside, making eren tilt his head back in a quiet groan.
suguru felt like he was going to combust. seriously. he’s felt plenty of bisexual panic before, but this was just entirely too much. between the sight of you sloppily peppering eren’s dick in wet kisses, and eren’s blissed out face, he had no idea where to look!
when you finally took the tip of eren’s dick into your mouth, he immediately let out a long, drawn out moan—one that he had most likely been holding in since you got on your knees. each time you gave him head, it was always like the first, and that’s why only you, and only you, got to choose when you wanted to give them head. otherwise they’d get entirely too greedy.
eren could feel that greed beginning to gnaw at him already.
he rested a heavy hand on the top of your head, and gently pushed your head down, not enough to make you gag or anything, but just enough to where you got the hint.
and you did, eagerly swallowing down more of his dick until the tip nudged at the back of your throat. eren’s dick was obnoxiously thick, with two long veins that ran along the underside. when he was worked up enough, like right now, you could feel them thrum against your tongue.
“shit—lemme see that, sugu,” eren panted, lifting a shaky hand towards suguru.
geto blinked a few times, and slowly handed the camcorder to eren, whose chest was now heaving from how good you were sucking him off.
“sit next to me, y-yeah?” the bed made a small thudding sound as eren pat the spot next to him. “let her take care of you too, she’ll do it—won’t you?” eren’s voice was strained, and his grip was rough as he yanked you off his dick, a thin line of drool keeping you connected.
your naked chest puffed up and down, up and down, until you eventually batted your eyes up at suguru, your lips curling into the tiniest smile.
“you want me?”
all suguru could do whine—well, whine and tug his sweats down. his wasn’t as thick as eren, but he was definitely on the longer side. he had a slight curve to him that made you gag every. single. time. it was a blessing, but it was also a curse because he came so easily from you choking on him.
“go ahead, baby. make him get loud.”
suguru could feel his cheeks burn at eren’s words—fuck, he had such a filthy mouth on him.
eren released his grip on your hair, allowing you to scoot over between suguru’s knees. your manicured fingers gently scratched down his thighs, making him jump. his thighs were his most sensitive spot—whether you left little kisses, or full on bit them, it always had him whining.
his dick was shiny from the pre leaking from the tip, making it easy for you to carefully jerk the base.
“you’re real messy . . y’know that?” you spoke matter-of-factly, licking a long, fat stripe up the length of his cock. he was hot on your tongue, and the enticing musk of him, along with the faint scent of shea butter had your mouth watering.
suguru’s head tilted down, his jet black locs forming a curtain over his blissed out features—
“keep your head up.”
you and geto both jumped lightly at the sudden base drop in eren’s tone, but he lifted his head regardless, a whimper bubbling in his chest.
geto ran a hand through his hair, pushing the front strands back to get a better look at you. your lips were stretched beyond belief, and your eyes were red and glossed over—you looked breathtaking.
“you’re—you’re so pretty. you have the prettiest eyes—fuck,” now suguru truly didn’t mean to push your head so low, he just severely miscalculated how much strength he should’ve used. you choked around his dick, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to control your gag reflex.
eren was amused and turned on as ever, his hand wrapping around his own cock to relieve the tension he felt in his lower tummy.
“j-just relax your throat a little and—yeah, yeah, yeah—fuckin’ christ,” suguru tossed his head back in pure pleasure, his abs clenching with each gag he heard.
“i think she can take take a little more—maybe all of it actually,” eren piped up, covering suguru’s hand with his own to push your head down, hard.
it was almost embarrassing the way suguru yelped, hips jerking forward in pleasure. “i-i can’t—”
“yes, yes you can. now hold her head, n’ show her how bad you want it.”
sugu breathed in deep through his nose, then out. your throat was still snugly hugging his cock, and even then, he still wasn’t all the way in your mouth.
his brown eyes lazily drifted down to your watery ones. he had a look of sympathy on his face, and after a few seconds he was pulling you back to give you some much needed air. you didn’t realize how much your lungs were burning until you took a few deep, sharp breaths.
his hand wrapped around the base, and with a shaky sigh, he tapped the heavy muscle against your cheeks and lips.
“you ready, baby?”
“mm—mmhmm.”
eren stared proudly as you took suguru’s cock back into your mouth with ease. there was a nice little bulge in your throat, and it took everything in eren to not reach over and give it a little squeeze.
suguru, on the other hand, wasn’t holding back in the slightest. it was like he read eren’s mind, and carried out his exact instructions. first, he gently wrapped his hand around your throat, meanwhile his other hand threaded through your curls once again.
tears sprung in your eyes when he squeezed the print, and then his hand started to move. up and down, up and down—you felt it all. it was overwhelming to say the least, but the noises suguru made were worth every bit.
he was loud alright. so loud that eren had to consider covering his mouth a few times.
“f-fuck, fuck, fuck—m’gonna—”
and then you were yanked off of his dick with a lewd pop!
you coughed and panted, spit and pre now dripping from the corners of your lips and onto your chin. before it could even drip to your chest, eren was setting the camcorder aside, and stripping his shirt off. he gently wiped the shininess off your lips and chin, grinning when you piped up with a small thank you.
“why don’t you show me some love now, hm?” he spoke softly, tatted hand wrapping around his cock to give it a relieving tug.
and that’s how you ended up getting your throat fucked again—except this time around, eren was a lot meaner than suguru was.
he had your curls wrapped around his fist, and made sure you took everything. it was messy, yes, but eren always preferred it messy. he wanted the spit, the tears, the runny nose you would get if he went too hard.
your shorts were so wet it was almost uncomfortable, and to help relieve the ache in your clit, you squeezed your thighs together and humped into nothing. it was so needy of you, so embarrassing—and suguru got it all on video.
“this fuckin’ throat,” eren moaned out, shoving your head down so hard, your ears started to ring. he held you there for a few seconds, and that’s when you let out a particularly loud moan over his cock, the vibrations making eren’s eyes roll halfway into his skull.
your hand smacked over his thigh, manicured nails digging into the tan flesh as your thighs begin to shake. you could’ve been wrong, but you were almost positive you just—
“did you just fucking cum?”
suguru didn’t mean to have such a teasing tone but, fuck . . . if only you could’ve saw how you looked in that moment.
eren pulled you off of his cock with a low groan, “you’re kidding.”
“got it all on here,” he chuckled, tapping the side of the camcorder. “got anything to say, baby?”
before you could answer, eren was pulling you onto the bed to sit between them. his hand cradled the back of your neck, gently ushering your head into his direction. when you were close enough, he smashed his lips into yours. he didn’t mind how wet the kiss was, or the slightly salty taste on your tongue. he just wanted you . . all of you.
suguru pushed his sweats off completely, and stood up, his knees nearly buckling—thankfully, you and eren were too occupied to notice and tease him. he set the camcorder on the nightstand, and pointed it right at you and eren.
he wasn’t even sure if it was the best angle, but hey, fuck it—his dick was aching entirely too much for him to care about a camera angle.
when he came back to the bed, eren’s hand was shoved down the front of your shorts, his fingers thrumming against your swollen clit. his lips were wrapped around your nipple, greedily sucking at the perked bud.
“you’re so pretty.”
a voice from beside you brought you partially out of your daze—keyword, partially. your head lolled to the side to be met with suguru, who was only inches away from your face. he kissed at the corner of your mouth, and then slowly made his way down to your neck. your lips pushed into a pout when he grabbed at your breast, his thumb circling over your nipple.
“i wanna—i wanna taste you. can we taste you please? i’ll . . w-we’ll be super gentle, i promise,” his words were like honey rolling off the tongue, and right into your ear.
“y-yeah . . thure.”
your words were slightly muffled due to eren’s fingers that were now shoved between your kiss bitten lips. he dragged the pads of his index and middle fingers across your tongue, smearing your essence all along the pink muscle.
“yeah? you gonna let us eat your pussy at the same time? i’ll try to be gentle . . . can’t make any promises, though,” he chuckled, slowly removing his fingers from between your lips.
the two men wasted no time getting on their knees for you. they propped a leg on each of their shoulders, and immediately got to work by pressed sloppy kisses along the expanse of your thighs.
you were already overstimulated, your hips bucking into nothing as they got closer to where you needed them most.
suguru was first, his tongue flicking over the bud gently. his tongue flattened over it, moving side to side before he trailed down to your dripping entrance. eren’s tongue laved over your folds before his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly.
you fell into the mattress with a high pitched moan, “fuck meeee.”
“we’re getting there,” eren chuckled into your skin, giving your clit a wet kiss. his big hand rested on your mound, and pushed it upward, revealing your clit even more to his sinful tongue.
suguru’s fingers grazed over your sopping entrance before slowly pushing inside. he thought it’d be a tight fit, but your pussy was already greedily sucking his fingers in. your walls felt silken around his slender fingers, pulsing so needily, he almost felt bad.
he stared at eren for a moment, and felt his cock twitch wildly at the sight of him sloppily french kissing your clit. he was so eager with it, yet gentle enough to where you didn’t feel discomfort.
eating pussy was eren’s expertise.
suguru tongued at his cheek, and hesitantly leant down until he was almost cheek to cheek with eren.
and then he licked.
eren made a noise of surprise, and side eyed suguru before releasing your clit with a pop. he could see the want on suguru’s face—it was adorable, yet impressive that all while lusting over a chance to slurp at your clit, he was also attentively thrusting his fingers into your pussy.
eren gave him a small smirk, and nodded toward your slicked button of nerves, “c’mere. i don’t mind sharing.”
geto let out a shaky breath, and leant forward, his tongue flicking over your clit softly. eren repeated the action, his tongue slightly grazing over suguru’s. it was an accident, but when it happened back to him, he had a hunch sugu didn’t exactly do it so accidentally.
they stayed like that, taking turns lapping at your clit until suguru felt a familiar tightening around his fingers. you were close, very close.
his fingers curled, but only slightly, and that’s what had your back arching, each of your hands finding purchase in their hair. you tugged and cried out, begging for them to let up before you came too hard, but they just held you down, and ate you right through it.
“p-please *hiccup* please,” you all but sobbed, pushing at suguru’s head. you knew eren was too far gone to show you any mercy, but you knew sugu could still be pulled back to earth. your hand shakily moved to his jaw, cupping it to gain his attention.
the look he gave you through his lashes was nothing short of predatory, but his fingers eventually slowed, and his mouth detached from your swollen button soon after.
eren on the other hand . . .
“rennie please, i—”
your words were abruptly cut off when eren laved the middle of his tongue all across your folds. there was so much slick and spit in the mix, it began to drip down his chin, and onto his neck.
eren didn’t just prefer his head sloppy, he also liked to give even messier head. he liked to get you as wet as possible, and then embarrass you with the noises he made—and believe me, they were obnoxious.
he liked to lick, slurp, and french kiss your cunt so obnoxiously, it had you nearly crying in embarrassment every time. at least suguru was there to wipe away your tears every time with a beautiful smile gracing his features.
but instead of wiping your tears, and watching you fall apart under eren’s tongue, he decided to use a different approach.
“hey.”
eren let out hiss when he was yanked back by his brown locs, a firm grip keeping him in place. he had to blink a few times in confusion, his chest puffing up and down rapidly from finally getting some air into his lungs. suguru allowed him to turn his head justttt enough so he could look at him.
“h-huh?”
“she’s asking you nicely to slow down . . maybe you should turn your ears up n’ listen,” suguru muttered, wiping your slick from eren’s bottom lip. “you pussydrunk already, ren?”
his tone was teasing, almost mean. it was confusing, yet turning eren on terribly.
“i . . um, maybe?”
“suguru . . .” the two men heard you warn from above. your were sitting up on your elbows, a small smirk gracing your lips. “don’t tease him,” you breathily giggled, gently nudging his shoulder with your pedicured foot, “look at his face, though. he totally is.”
“then we should give him what he needs, no?” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your foot.
the next few minutes were a bit of a blur. it was like you and eren were puppets, and suguru was the ventriloquist—controlling your every move, and position.
he instructed you to get on all fours towards the end of the king sized bed, and it didn’t take long for eren to get the hint that suguru wanted him behind you. the two of you were still confused as to where this sudden dominance came from, but with the way eren’s cock was now rubbing between your drenched folds, you weren’t able put together any kind of question.
“put a pillow under her stomach, ren,” suguru rasped, tracing the tip of his own cock over your pouty lips. you immediately relaxed into the soft plushness of the pillow, your back arching even more.
eren’s tatted hands grabbed the fat of your ass cheeks, giving them a tender squeeze before laying a harsh smack on the right one. you moaned softly, your tongue lolling out to run across the base of suguru’s cock.
you seriously couldn’t have looked any hotter than you did in this moment.
your lips parted, gently wrapping around the reddened tip. it throbbed against your tongue, the tangy taste of his pre coating your tastebuds.
“ngh—you ready, pretty?” eren spoke lowly from behind, his drooling tip circling over your entrance. when you have him the green light in the form of a hum, he tried to be as slow and careful as possble, like suguru had instructed him only a few moments before . . and then he pushed the tip in.
he didn’t know if it was the weed, or the wine from your kisses, but you felt like heaven. he wanted—no, needed more. so, he hurriedly pushed in another inch making you whine around suguru’s cock.
your walls clenched around eren’s dick making him hiss. he stayed in place before carefully pulling out, a noisy wet sound following.
“s-sorry, baby. just ease up for me, yeah? just lemme in,” he cooed from behind, warm hand trailing up the expanse of your back. he noticed the faint tan lines you had from hours upon hours of sunbathing, and it only made his cock thrum even more.
eren snuck two fingers between your bodies, and rubbed slowly, but firmly at your clit. he stayed like that for a moment, not daring to move another inch until he felt like you were ready. finally, he was able to move in another inch with ease, and then another, until he was halfway inside.
meanwhile suguru was trying his absolute best not to bust from you suckling on his own cock. you paid extra special to the tip, laving your tongue all around the soft skin. his back straightened up when your tongue swiped across his urethra—the forbidden area.
“h-heyyyy,” he whined yanking you back by your hair rather than roughly. you whined right along with him due to eren pushing in yet another inch of his thick cock.
“m’sorry, babe. it was an—mmm! i-it was an accident,” you babbled, pushing your backside more into eren. the veins on the underside of his dick scraped deliciously against your walls making drool pool on the center on your tongue. “put it back i promise i’ll be careful.”
your words were almost slurred, and fuck—it was so fucking hot, suguru could’ve came from the teary look in your eyes alone.
he mumbled out a gruff ‘it’s okay’, then pushed his thumb between your swollen lips, forcing them open. the fiery look in his eyes had your cunt clenching around eren’s cock, and you tried to brace yourself, but you weren’t entirely prepared for the way he shoved half of his cock down your tight throat.
you tried to pull out all the stops to keep yourself from violently gagging, like pushing all of your fingers onto your thumb, and curling your toes, but it did little to help with how rough he was.
they were both using you like their own personal toy, too enveloped in your softness and warmth to be pulled back to reality.
“mm, big stretch comin’, baby. ease that pussy up for me—shitttt, yeah, yeah—just like that, pretty.” eren’s hips pushed forward, sheathing the entirety of his cock between your silken walls. a frothy, white ring of cream began to form at the base, adding to the wet mess even more.
his gripped onto the fat of your ass cheeks and spread them just a little bit. your pussy was clamping onto his cock so nicely he could’ve nutted right then and there from the sight. each time he pulled out, you would suck him back in, your essence dripping like a faucet onto his balls and down his thick thighs.
“god, i fuckin’ love this pussy. she’s always so good to me,” he moaned out, head tipping back slightly in pleasure.
suguru matched his moan, thick brows pulling together in bliss. eren always looked so attractive when he got pussydrunk like this, and it was even hotter watching the way he talked to your pussy n’ called her ‘she’.
a particularly loud gag pulled suguru from his daze, his eyes immediately flicking down to you. your eyes were red and watery as ever, and there was so much saliva dripping from the corners of your lips.
looks like you needed a breather.
geto cursed lowly under his breath, his fingers threading through your curls for the umpteenth time that evening. he kept your head in place, and pulled his hips back, removing his cock from the warm confinements of your throat.
you choked and coughed, and to both of their surprises, you came with a loud cry as well. between the head rush from that first puff of air, and eren’s brutal thrusts, your nerve endings were on fire.
“o-oh my god, oh my god—!” you cried out, thighs trembling pathetically. you had eren’s dick glistening, and the sight was so utterly perfect—all he wanted to do was be stuck in this continuous loop for eternity.
and then he remembered that there was a whole ass camcorder capturing almost everything, but not nearly enough. this—this view right here needed to be filmed, and kept for only his and suguru’s eyes forever.
when you came down from your high, eren comfortingly ran his hands over the small of your back, his thrusts slowly coming to a halt.
“stay like this ‘kay, baby? jus’ gotta pull out for one sec,” he grumbled, hastily drawing his hips back until you were left empty. a small whine bubbled in your chest, but suguru was quick to shush your whines with gentle caresses to the apple of your cheek.
“how’re you feeling?”
sluggishly, you blinked up at him. “really, really good.”
“yeah? you like when rennie fucks you all sweet n’ rough like that?” he grinned, swiping his tongue over your plush bottom lip.
just as you were about to answer, you felt the familiar warmth and hardness of eren’s cock between your puffy folds. he now had the camcorder in hand, steadily zooming in on your quivering entrance.
“mm, she’s ready for me. drippin’ all over my shit—fuck,” he cursed under his breath, clutching the base of his dick. he swiped the tip between your folds twice, a groan rumbling in his chest each time it caught onto your entrance.
your stomach clenched when he pushed in with one, swift thrust, nearly knocking the air from your already burning lungs.
you could no longer keep your head up, face buried in the soft material of the duvet. suguru thought you looked absolutely precious—which was why he got on his knees to be somewhat eye level with you.
“lift your head up, baby. lemme see that pretty face,” he cooed in your ear, tongue poking out to lick over the shell of it.
goosebumps rose all along the backs of your arms in sensitivity, and with a shaky breath, you weakly pushed yourself up, eyes locking with suguru’s. he rewarded you with a small smile, cupping your jaw gently to bring you in for three, sweet kisses.
“ngh—fuck, ren . . so big,” you whined intro suguru’s kiss.
eren groaned, and gave your ass cheek a quick swat. “i knowww, baby, i know. she’s gripping me so tight, like she missed me.”
“s-she did, rennie—oh my fuck—”
eren showed you a little mercy, and started a steady, slow rhythm to give you a minute to catch your breath, and adjust. after months of prying you open with his dick, he’s learned that no matter how much he preps n’ fucks you, you’ll never truly get over how mind numbingly thick he is. luckily for him, though, you liked the pain, and the praise you got taking him so well.
“geeeez, you hear your slutty pussy talkin’? she’s awfully loud,” suguru smirked, ears perking up at the sound of your wet cunt clinging to eren’s dick. he knew it probably looked even better than it sounded, but the look on your face was even better.
your eyes were glossy with awaiting tears, and your lips were so. fucking. pouty.
he just wanted to kiss you over and over again until you stole all the breath from his lungs. so he did, with a hand wrapped around his leaking cock as he did so. he didn’t need your mouth or your pussy to bring him to climax—all he needed was his lips on yours, and even then just looking at your blissed out expression was enough for him.
“can i go faster? please?” you heard eren pipe up from behind you, that mercy he once had now slowly slipping away with each thrust into your gooey walls.
you moaned into suguru’s mouth, eagerly nodded your head.
“thank you god,” eren groaned, pushing his hips allll the way forward. the plushness of your ass smushed into his abdomen, and with this new angle, he was deeper than ever, but it still wasn’t deep enough.
your lips parted in a loud squeal when he pushed the small of your back down, and leant forward.
you weren’t no dummy. you knew it was physically impossible for a mans dick to fill your stomach up, but fuck—you could’ve sworn you felt eren in your tummy. you could already imagine how the bulge in your tummy looked, and you were thankful eren couldn’t see it, or else his ego would be entirely too much to control.
“s-sugu, i—”
“i know, mama. feels good, yeah? you like feeling good for us?”
you sobbed out in pleasure at the pet name, the tears you were holding back only moment ago, now streaming down your cheeks in a free fall.
“shitttt, i don’t know what you’re saying down there, but don’t fuckin’ stop—she’s tightening around me so good,” eren huffed out, gently tossing the camera aside so he could really focus on you.
“it’s so cute watching you tryna kiss him, but you can’t because you’re getting fucked. so. good,” eren all but growled, punctuating his last three words with brutal thrusts.
a whine bubbled in your throat when suguru actually laughed at eren’s words.
he was right after all, though. you were doing your best to keep up with geto’s sloppy kisses, but in the end, you just sat there with your tongue out like a bitch in heat while he licked into your mouth.
eren pumped into you five more times before his cock accidentally slipped out from the force, now squished between your puffy folds.
god, he needed to cum so bad, but he just wasn’t ready for this to end. you were creaming his cock more than usual, soaking him, his thighs, and the bed beneath you. it was addicting—you were addicting.
“shit, c’mere.”
eren pulled you into his chest by your hair, lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “you’re so fucking pretty. prettiest girl in the world, and you’re all ours.” he grabbed at your breasts squeezing harshly at the supple skin.
“sugu.”
“hm?”
“lets take this to the couch, yeah?”
a little over five minutes later, and you were sat on suguru’s lap, your back against his scorching chest while your legs dangled over his arms. his cock was nestled snugly inside of you, thick veins thrumming wildly against your walls.
eren was kneeling in front of you, camcorder in one hand and a small bottle of lube in the other, his own cock dribbling pathetically against his abdomen.
you’ve only done this one other time, and it was done while drunk, but from what you could remember from that night was how soaked you left the bed when they were done with you.
you remembered the way the sheets stuck annoyingly to your skin, and how you clung to suguru n’ whined in his ear about how you couldn’t sleep in those conditions.
you were more in your right mind now, and although the thought of taking two long, thick cocks intimidated you greatly, you still had that swirl of excitement and arousal swirling around in your lower belly.
“ease up a little, baby. don’t be nervous, you know rennie’ll be gentle,” suguru muttered in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the skin below it. his hands ran comfortingly over the bottoms of your thighs, making you relax more into his touch.
“here lemme put this away for a sec,” eren muttered, placing the camcorder on the armrest. and then his focus was on you.
his eyes were sweet . . bright . . comforting, and the smile he gave you had you melting like a dreamsicle on a hot, sunny afternoon.
“hey cutie.”
“h-hey.”
without breaking eye contact, he pushed up the skin of your mound, exposing your clit even more into the cool air. with that same hand, he used his thumb to rub slow circles over your clit.
“i’m surprised you’ve lasted this long . . makin’ me so proud.” he captured your lips in a slow, wet kiss making you moan into his mouth.
suguru could feel the way the kiss affected you. the way your walls throbbed around him, and dripped essence down his cock and onto his aching balls.
god, eren was so good at this.
“mm, we’re gonna take real good care of you, gorgeous. aren’t we, sugu?”
“y-yeah, yeah, i promise.”
eren rolled your clit under his thumb one last time before pulling away, making you whine. he grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted a decent amount into his hand, and rubbed it all along the expanse of his cock.
he kissed you again, rushed and hard to distract you from the impending sting you would soon feel.
suguru nuzzled his face as best as he could into your neck, and mouthed at the slightly sweaty skin, his tongue lewdly running over the juncture between your shoulder and neck.
a look of pleasure twisted over your face when eren smacked his fat tip over your sticky clit. “if you need a break jus’ lemme know . . now take a deep breath for me, and when push in, breathe out.”
you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, and nodded, inhaling deeply to brace yourself for the stretch.
it stung . . like, a lot, but the figure eights eren’s thumb rubbed onto your clit helped.
“you’re holding your breath in.”
you didn’t even realize your breathing had stopped until you took a long exhale out, and that’s when eren pushed in more.
“hah—rennie . . ”
a lone tear slipped from the corner of your eye, and you whined even louder when eren licked it away.
“shittttt baby. you two feel fuckin’ great,” eren breathily chuckled, his hand removing itself from your clit to lay a harsh smack on suguru’s thigh, making him jolt. the force left his thigh stinging and pink, and eren had half a mind to do it again.
“r-ren *huff* please don’t, i-i’ll cum.”
and he was not lying.
eren’s lips lifted into a lazy smirk. “sensitive ass thighs,” he snickered, pinching the inside of geto’s thigh. he flinched again, adding onto the burning friction you were feeling.
“o-okay, okay—stop there for a sec please,” your hand laid against eren’s chest, stopping him in place. his cock was about more than halfway in, and at the rate you were at now, that was as far as he was gonna fuckin’ get!
you felt so incredibly full, and it hurt so good, but you were almost positive that if eren went in any further, you genuinely wouldn’t be able to walk the next day, and you had quite a few activities planned for tomorrow!
“this feels fucking insane,” geto gasped behind you, nails digging into the plush of your thighs.
“and it looks even better from right here. jesus, you can see us all the way up here, babe.” eren’s free hand pressed against the bulge in your lower stomach making you squeal. your hand wrapped around his wrist, but he only pressed down harder.
your mind was in a frenzy, but suguru was seeing stars.
he made a noise between a loud moan and a whine, his hips jerky pathetically five times before a familiar warmth flooded your lower half.
“i’m—i’m sorry, so sorry,” suguru whimpered into your neck. his breathing had gone ragged, warm tufts of air tickling your neck with each deep breath he took.
you let out a weak hum, bringing your hand back to cradle his face in your palm. “mm, it’s okay. feels nice. keep going please, ren.”
eren drew his hips back, nearly pulling all the way out before abruptly pushing back in, a loud squelching noise following. between your slick, suguru’s thick cum, and the lube—it was a complete mess between your legs, and when it came to sex, mess was always eren’s favorite.
“you two look so cute together,” eren grinned, panning the camera up to you and suguru, who were wearing the same fucked out expression.
you attempted to cover your face in embarrassment, but eren only swatted it away with a snicker. “ngh—nice try, but i wanna get that pretty face with no obstructed view. now open your mouth.”
your lips began to part, but eren closed your mouth and squished your cheeks together.
“no, no, no. not you—you,” he spoke lowly, darkened eyes flitting over to suguru. “might as well put that mouth to some other use besides whining.”
suguru was stunned, his mouth opening then shutting. it was amusing watching more color pour into his cheeks from being embarrassed. god, he looked so cute.
cute.
never in a thousand years did eren think he would ever be calling suguru geto cute, let alone be in this position with him.
when you and eren first got together, suguru was a major pain in his ass, but geto could’ve said the same thing about him. they both wanted to spend time with you, like all the time, and that was a problem—especially since they clearly didn’t care for each other. but after one night of genuinely getting to know one another over takeout, board games, and a little smoking—the two men realized it wasn’t as unbearable to be around another for longer than twenty minutes.
the story is much cuter, and longer, but that can be talked about another time because suguru was still looking at eren like a deer in headlights with his mouth still shut.
“i . . i . .”
“i, i, i—jesus, sugu, you’re acting like i asked you to spell encyclopedia. just open your fuckin’ mouth,” eren snickered, pearly whites on full display.
suguru’s mouth did open, but not because he did it himself—no, no. you have him a hand, and hooked two fingers past his lips, parting them rather roughly.
eren just about came from the sight, his hips stilling with a deep groan. it was becoming a hassle holding the damn camcorder up, and there were still many things yet to be taped, so he shut it off, and haphazardly tossed it aside.
“hah—that was very hot of you,” he panted, holding two fingers up to push them past suguru’s lips. “had me nearly cumming for a second there.”
he used those same two fingers to rub at your nipple in tight, small circles. he used his other hand to rub sloppily at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm.
suguru was already up and hard again, his second orgasm of the night trailing just behind yours. he humped into you as best as could, his fingers surely leaving faint bruises on your poor thighs from how hard he was gripping them.
“i’m—i’m cumming, i’m fucking cumming, i—” your entire body tensed, lips parting in a silent scream as eren fucked you through your orgasm. you were soaking his dick, covering it in a translucent slick, until a small spurt of your cum hit eren’s pelvis.
eren kept his hips at a steady rhythm, his thumb never once stopping its assault on your clit. “shit, that’s right. keep making that pretty pussy cum. show me how sorry you are about earlier.”
“o-oh my god, i am! m’so sorry ren, n’ you’re making me—hah! m-making me cum so good. thank you, thank you, thank you—”
your thighs trembled, hot tears brimming at your lash line. the way you were feeling right now was nothing short of nirvana. you wanted to cry out and say thank you and how much you loved them, but your lips simply wouldn’t move to say the words.
“oh god, i’m—”
“do it, sugu. cum with me, please,” eren growled, head tilting back. his thrusts became quicker, sloppier, desperate to chase the high he’s been holding in, and suguru could feel all of it. he could feel the desperation in each thrust, the way his dick pulsed—it was all too overwhelming.
geto’s lower half lifted off the couch to thrust into you three times, and on the final stroke, he released inside of you, painting your insides and opaque white for the second time that night. eren wasn’t too far behind, and came with a growl, his body hunching over yourself.
his vision was a blur of stars and white—all he knew how to do in this moment was continue to hump into you until the ringing in his ears came to a halt.
saying you were full was an understatement—you were stuffed, feeling more bloated than ever. the warm feeling was nice, though. it made you drowsy, your lashes fluttering every once in a while, while you waited for both men to come down from their highs.
suguru was no longer holding your thighs in a bruising grip, he much looser now, using just enough strength to keep you held up. eren was still hunched over in bliss, face nuzzled deeply into your sweet scented neck. the smell of coconut along with your natural musk made him terribly sleepy.
but there was one last thing he needed to do before this sexcapade was wrapped up for the night.
it took about five minutes for him to achieve it, but he found the strength to push himself up, and swipe the camcorder from the end of the couch.
“noooo, rennie! i look like i got beat up, put that shit away,” you whined, covering your face with both hands.
“mm, well, not to piss you off, but you definitely did get beat up in a way,” he smirked, switching the camcorder on. “but don’t worry, baby. the only that that’s about to get filmed is this pretty thing down here. now take some deep breaths, m’about to pull out.”
he drew his hips back slowly, teeth clamping onto his bottom lip to contain any potential sounds. a mixture of cum already began to dribble from the sides, and when he pulled out completely, a flood of their syrupy cum flooded out of you, and dripped down suguru’s softening cock and onto his balls.
“good pussy,” eren muttered, keeping your cunt in the frame for a moment longer before switching off the camcorder. “now,” he sighed, titling his neck to the side to crack it.
“lets get ourselves cleaned up, again.”
after a quick shower, and lots of downed water, you were cozied up in the king size bed with both men on either side of you. you didn’t feel much pain now, but you could slowly feel the soreness creeping up on you with every small ache in your thighs.
“you did so good, baby. m’so proud of you,” eren mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
“me too . . thank you for letting us finish inside. i know you hate the mess,” suguru whispered into your shoulder, his hand coming up to rub at the bare skin of your hip.
his front was pressed to your behind, meanwhile you were slung over eren like a koala—your fav cuddle position as a trio.
“god, there was so much cum all in the pretty little pussy,” eren chuckled poking at your cheek. you made a small mewling noise, and buried your face in his chest. he could feel the heat radiating from your face, making him laugh even harder.
“you guys are disgusting,” you muttered, shaking your head back and forth.
suguru’s hand slipped underneath your arm, and grasped softly at your breast, his warm chest pushing more into your back. “oh, but you love how nasty we are—don’t you?”
you did, but you’d rather die than boost their egos up anymore than were right now.
“jus—just turn the stupid light off, and let’s do to sleep please.” your snarky tone had them both cackling, annoying you even further.
and you had never been so happy to be annoyed in your life.
who are those two people you are with? if you don’t mind me asking?
[ new message sent to mother ]
the water here is gorgeous. i’m going to have to to bring you sometime.
those are two very important people that you will meet soon. the girl, ( ❤︎ ), took that video of me i sent.
it was her idea to film it so i could send it to you.
[ new message from mother ]
oh.
is she your girlfriend?
[ new message sent to mother ]
yes, but there’s more to it.
we’ll talk more about it when i get back, i just wanted to send you those pics. love you.
“ren? you alright, babe?”
eren glanced up at you and suguru, a small smile creeping onto his lips at the sight before him.
you were applying sunscreen to suguru’s already pale cheeks, and you were doing it rather roughly which resulted in sugu making one of the funniest faces eren has ever seen.
“are you trying to swipe my fucking face off or what?!” suguru hissed, nose scrunching up like a cat that’s just had its tail pulled. he gently took your wrists in his hands, and stood up from the armrest of the couch. “if you rub any harder i’m gonna get a burn from your hands.”
“mmcht, whatever. you’re already pale enough, so i need to make sure it’s rubbed in good before you look like a snowman—oh, don’t make that face! i was jus’ kiddingggg,” you threw your head back in a giggle, arms wrapping around suguru’s slim waist.
eren felt his phone buzz, and glanced down—
[ new message from mother ]
okay. love you too, honey.
his eyes flicked back up to his two lovers, his heart swelling with pride.
“alright cut the shit, we have to be outta here in the next half hour if we’re gonna catch that bus.” he tossed his phone aside, and got up from the edge of the bed, his lips curling into a giddy smile. the bus he was referring to would soon be taking you to go river rafting, something you had been raving about since you got there.
you retracted your arms from around suguru’s waist, head slightly cocking to the side. “you’re absolutely right—which is why i need you to hurry up, and put some sunscreen on so we can go!”
eren parroted your actions and tilted his head to the side, his smirk widening, “do it for me? you always make sure it’s rubbed in good.”
“yeah, yeah, whatever. have a seat, mister.”
and as you applied the sunscreen on eren, he made sure to steal a kiss from you every now and again. you would complain about how much of a distraction he was, but each kiss had you a little more desperate for the next.
“alrightttt, and this is day three of jamaica. we are currently getting ready for our first activity of the day: river rafting! ( ❤︎ ) looks absolutely beautiful in her new bikini, and this sexy ass cover—c’mon, baby give me a twirl.”
suguru was beaming from behind the camera, holding his hand out for you, which you happily took. mid-spin eren swatted at your ass, his teeth clamping onto his bottom lip.
“oou, oou, get the eye makeup too. i spent so much time on it.”
and he did just that, zooming in on your glittery, pink coated eyelids. “you look like a fuckin’ doll. could just eat you up.”
suddenly, eren appeared over your shoulder, “mm, me too. i think we might have a little—”
“absolutely not. now let’s get going before we miss the bus!”
you ended up making it just in time, and to say eren loved the river rafting was understatement. he had a permanent smile on his face the entire time, and when it got to the part where you rubbed clay on each other?? he almost died, honest to god.
he never would’ve thought seeing your almost bare body covered in clay would give him a semi, but here he was, covered from the neck down in clay with a hard on in his swim trunks, and his heart.
they say love makes you do stupid things...surely fucking your boyfriend in the bathroom at the prada after party when your relationship isn't even public and neither of you can afford a dating scandal isn't that stupid, right?
⟡ ┆ pairing. lee heeseung x fem!reader
⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, established relationship, idol AU (both heeseung and yn)
⟡ ┆ warnings. semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mirror sex, mild choking, creampie, fingering, tiniest hint of degradation (he calls her a slut like once), one singular spank, some hair pulling, not really any aftercare
⟡ ┆ word count. 6.4k
⟡ ┆ note. i know the hype around tipsy hee already died down but i simply couldn't let this go. started writing it literally the same day the pictures dropped, then got hit with a massive writers block and only recently managed to finish this. biggest thanks to @jayparked who listened to me complain about this fic and contemplate just deleting it all. this fic wouldn't be here without her :(
"Fuck, Hee—" your broken moans echo off the dark walls around you as you throw your head back at the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot that has your hips chasing after his, "feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop."
"Not planning to, baby," Heeseung grunts out his reply, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back to meet his sharp thrusts, sending shockwaves up your spine all the way to your head, making you feel woozy at the intense pleasure overwhelming your senses.
Your gazes meet in the mirror in front of you, your arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up. One of his hands moves up your body, his fingers wrapping around your throat and applying slight pressure to it to cut off the needy whines spilling from your mouth. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, head falling forward and your body crashing into the counter beneath you, your arms too weak to hold yourself up anymore.
"That's my good girl, so desperate for my cock, huh?" Heeseung smirks to himself, continuing to roll his hips into yours. He wants to tug on your hair, hold you in place so he can look at your fucked-out face, but he knows he needs to be careful not to wreck you too much, not to leave any marks — or at least none that leave no doubt as to what you're doing here.
Truly, the two of you should be ashamed about what you're doing, but neither of you can bring yourself to care — not in the slightest. Right now, the only thing you're concerned about is Heeseung's cock repeatedly drilling past your folds into your soaked heat, how snug your walls feel around him, hugging him, molding to his shape with each snap of his hips. Maybe come tomorrow when you wake up and you think back to this moment, you'll bury your head in your hands and wonder what drove you to make such stupid, such careless decisions.
After all, you are currently having sex with your boyfriend in a private powder room at an afterparty you had been invited to as brand ambassadors. You should be professional. Mingling with people, maybe having a drink, getting some of your pictures taken, but no, instead you're getting your guts rearranged by a man barely anyone knows is your boyfriend.
In your defense, the past few days had been beyond stressful, and you hadn’t been able to get any alone time with Heeseung in what feels like forever. Not during the busy days ahead of your flight to Italy, not during the 14-hour plane ride from Seoul to Milan for Fashion Week, and certainly not during all the schedules you had the past two days. Moments of privacy had been sparse, reduced to rare bathroom breaks since you shared a hotel room with one of the other members of your group.
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Stepping out of the van to attend the afterparty, you force an effortless smile onto your face, repeatedly reminding yourself that this was your last schedule of the night and then you'd get a night of sleep just to hop onto another seemingly everlasting flight back home where you’ll be greeted with at least a few days without any public appearances. So you push yourself to ignore the ache in your feet from wearing heels all day, ignoring the throbbing in your head from the lack of sleep, food, and water, which only intensifies from the flurry of flashing cameras greeting you, or the pinch in your lower back from where you assume a safety pin must've come loose.
Hours pass by in the blink of an eye, pictures being taken with either your fellow group members or other celebrities and influencers also attending the party; a drink gets pushed into your hands, and the alcohol momentarily numbs your body and washes the pain away, allowing your shoulders to relax and your breaths to deepen as you take in your surroundings. Lo and behold, a few feet away from where you are, you find him standing: Heeseung. Hands in his pockets as he's talking to some unidentifiable celebrity in front of him.
Almost as if he feels your gaze on him, he glances away from the man before him, your eyes meeting for a brief moment. You take an involuntary step forward, like he's drawing you right in, before your manager steps in your line of sight, "They want a picture of you girls with Enhypen, something about wanting the two K-Pop groups attending in one picture together."
You nod your head at her words, trying to steal one last look at your boyfriend, only to see him walking right in your direction, together with Sunoo and Jungwon trailing after him, their manager leading them right to where you're walking to.
A staff member pushes and pulls you all into position, telling you where to stand and how to pose, and by some sort of miracle you end up right next to your boyfriend. Your manager shoots you a quick look, and you teasingly roll your eyes at her as she's silently warning you to not make your relationship too obvious, seeing as your company has been pretty outspoken about not wanting the public to know about what was going on between Heeseung and you.
While the photographers look over their pictures, trying to decide if they need more or if they're satisfied with what they got, you lean slightly to your right, close enough so the man next to you would be able to hear your hushed whispers, "You know...I heard some people talking about there being private restrooms at this venue. Just thought I'd mention it in case you'd like a moment alone to take a bit of a breather from all the socializing."
"Oh? Is that so?" you can hear the slight smile in the low rumble of his voice as he leans down, masking his closeness by adjusting the leg of his pants, "Guess I'll have to check them out in a bit then."
"Alright, everyone, we'll take a few more pictures and then you can go back to the party," one of the photographers interrupts your conversation, drawing all attention back to the front. You position yourself slightly to the left again, creating more space between your boyfriend and you to avoid angering your managers.
A few more pictures taken, and you're finally released. Almost instantly, you excuse yourself from your group, beelining towards the aforementioned restrooms, making sure not to draw any attention to yourself despite your heart beating rapidly in your chest at the thought of some alone time with your boyfriend, sending blood rushing through your ears, loud enough to drown out the quick click-clacks of your heels against the tiled floor underneath you.
The anticipation is killing you as you're waiting for Heeseung to show up, staring at your phone just to see the status of your message to him with the details of exactly where you are change from 'delivered' to 'seen' right in front of your eyes. Minutes feel like hours as you tap your foot nervously against the marble floor beneath your feet, trying your best to ignore your throbbing pussy, your folds covered in your slick and clinging onto your underwear already — all just because of the mere thought of what he would do to you within these four walls.
You glance at your phone again when three rapid knocks followed by two more taps against the wooden door next to you startle you. Opening the door with a smile on your lips, you lean out slightly, your head turning left and right to scan the hallway, "Are you sure no one followed you?"
Wordlessly he nudges you back inside and closes the door behind you. His lips are on yours in an instant, moving with familiar desperation as he pushes you against the closed door. His hands are all over you, grasping onto your hips, pulling them flush against him and allowing you to feel the growing bulge in his pants press against your lower abdomen. Your heart beats erratically in your chest — the sound almost drowning out the soft clicking of the lock turning behind your back — hands scrambling to find something to hold onto as lust takes over you, clouding your mind. His lips work against yours in a beautiful frenzy, rushed but still taking his time, nipping at your lower lip, entangling his tongue with yours in a passionate dance that wordlessly tells you everything you need to know.
Your body relaxes right against his, all tension melting away with each movement, the space between you charged with tension, thick and hot, as Heeseung pulls away.
"Don't worry, we're all alone, baby," he breathes against your lips as his mouth trails down to your neck, eagerly covering your skin in wet kisses as your hands reach up to tangle themselves in his hair.
The tiny voice in a deep, dark corner of your mind tells you not to mess it up, not to leave a single trace for people to suspect what the two of you left the party for, to avoid any scandal at all costs. But your need to be as close as possible to your boyfriend overrides any and all logic left inside you, so you ignore it, pulling him closer to you instead and letting him graze your skin wherever he desires. Contrary to you, he seems to still have some care for the consequences of your escapades, seeing as he moves down the collar of your dress to continue the path of his lips there, sucking and softly biting the supple flesh, leaving marks easily hidden.
With his hand pressing against the small of your back, he pulls you away from the door, and the two of you stumble over towards the massive mirror situated behind the vanity of the powder room. Your ass digs into the cold marble of the counter as he crowds you against it, fingers holding your hips in a bruising grip — enough to almost hurt, the sensation just the right mix of pain and pleasure to pull a whimpered plea from your lips — before moving lower. His hands massaging your round cheeks has you biting your lip, whining as he lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist just to feel his hard cock straining against his pants and press right into where you need him the most.
"Hee...please—" you cut yourself off with a moan, louder than you had anticipated, and he quietly shushes you in response.
“Shh, baby, we don't wanna get caught now, do we?"
His lips form into a smirk against your skin as you shake your head with a slight pout on your lips. You really don’t want to get caught; you don't want to even think about what it would mean for both of you if people found out about what the two of you are up to in here, but your mind is begging, screaming at you to let it all out, let him know how good he's making you feel.
"You can be loud in the hotel; how about that, sweetheart?”
Oh, screw him. Getting you worked up over the possibilities the future holds for you before even having you now.
Your reply comes in the form of a quiet whimper, mind wandering off to all the possibilities your soundproof hotel room offers. His hands snap you out of it, interrupting your train of thought as they push underneath the bottom hem of your dress, reaching for your soiled underwear to press his fingers right against your cunt, feeling just how absolutely soaked he has gotten you.
"Fuck, baby, what's gotten you this wet, huh?"
"You, Hee—" you exhale, chest heaving up and down as he toys with your clit through the damp cotton of your panties, hips bucking up to chase his fingers, "please...please just fuck me already."
“Love when you beg for me like this. Shit," he groans, eyes closing for a brief moment in a hopeless attempt to compose himself, panting like a dog as he pulls away from you. His hands move over the buckle of his belt in a frenzied rush, fumbling slightly before he manages to undo it, opening his zipper with shaking and twitching fingers. His pants hit the floor with a thud, joined by the black briefs he had been wearing underneath, and he's back on you before you even have a chance to gawk at his cock, thick and heavy, with an angry tip, red and leaking precum already. Despite having seen it multiple times, it still never fails to take your breath away each time you get a chance to look at it.
His lips crash against yours in an almost bruising kiss, distracting you from his fingers hooking underneath your underwear, pushing it to the side as his other hand finds the base of his cock, pumping himself a few times until he lets his head kiss your entrance. In one fluid movement he pushes himself inside you, both of you letting out synchronized moans as you feel your walls stretching around his girth. His size still surprises you, despite this not being the first time together with him, and even though your cunt is dripping — your slick arousal running down your folds just to pool underneath you — you're still having trouble taking him wholly. His throbbing length fills you up so well you swear you feel him all the way in your belly, gasping as you spread your legs wider to grant him even more access to your wet pussy.
His fingers find their way back down to your clit, no longer obstructed by your underwear, massaging it slowly to help you relax around him. And it works; your body lets go, tension melting from you as you allow him to pull back slightly and thrust back in again, slowly managing to push further and further into you until he fills you to the hilt, his hips making contact with your ass. Pressing your face against his shoulder, you try your best to muffle your moans. Your cunt molds itself around him with each clench of your walls, desperate whines tumbling past your lips as his cock pulsates deep inside of you, as you feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him.
"Taking me so well, baby, such a good girl for me. You ready for me to move, sweet girl?"
You nod breathlessly, almost unable to reply to his words at all, mind fuzzy with pleasure.
And he hasn't even started properly fucking you yet.
Heeseung presses a gentle kiss against your lips, already swollen and raw, his bruising kisses lingering on them, before he begins to move, hips thrusting into your greedy hole as you cling to him, holding on tightly as best as you can. His forehead falls against yours, labored breaths mixing together and becoming one as you pant into each other's mouths, a needy blend of curses occasionally interrupted by your names tumbling from both of your lips. Your eyes meet his, losing yourself in them as they pull you in further and further. His gaze makes you want to shy away, intense and all-consuming, while at the same time it just as well makes you want to throw your head back, moan his name for everyone in this building to hear just how good he's making you feel.
"So good—fuck, feels so good, Heeseung," you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you lean further into his embrace, his arms holding you upright as the control of your own body slips further from your grasp.
You feel so full of him, having him exactly how you wanted him all night, his cock brushing right against your cervix with every thrust, his hands all over your body in a desperate frenzy, his mouth latched against yours, tasting you like a starved man. The feeling of having him all over you is overpowering your every sense, hopelessly trying — and failing — to keep your moans at bay, choking back a desperate whine in the back of your throat.
Heeseung can't help but coo slightly at you, your urgency going straight to his ego, as well as his cock, twitching deep within your spongy walls as he moves your legs to wrap them around his waist tighter as he grunts and groans, "Such a dirty thing, letting me fuck you right where anyone could hear us. Shit, gonna let me use your pretty cunt, gonna walk out there with my cum dripping down your legs like the little slut you are?"
Your answer comes in a whined 'yes' as you throw your head back, eyes screwing shut, hot sparks shooting through your whole body. Your legs twitch around his hips, nerves tingling as you start clamping down around him. Lust clouds your judgment, wanting to draw this out as much as you could, not wanting to cum just yet. Staying in here any longer than absolutely necessary wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do; in fact, it would be the complete opposite of smart. With every second the two of you are together in this restroom, his cock pressed deep inside you, brushing against your cervix, you risk the chances of getting caught, of someone hearing you moan out his name.
Fortunately for you, Heeseung seems to have a similar thought process. Slowly, his thrusts come to a halt, and he pulls out of you. The emptiness he leaves behind rips a pitiful whine from you, and he shushes you by pressing his lips against yours in a quick, gentle kiss before moving you off the counter and turning you around. You don't mind him manhandling you — you enjoy it even — his touches soft but forceful as he makes your back collide with his chest, your eyes meeting in the big mirror in front of you.
"Be a good girl and bend over for me."
His breath is hot against your ear, voice low and drenched with desire oozing off it thick like honey as you feel his cock dig into the flesh of your ass, the combined sensations sending shivers down your spine. His fingers graze your thighs as he lifts the bottom of your dress above your ass, letting it pool around your hips. Slowly, he pulls your underwear down your legs, his blunt nails scraping your burning skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The ruined cotton falls to the tiled floor beneath your feet, transparent and sticky with your arousal, as you lean your torso onto the counter, holding yourself up with your shaking arms. You step out of them, blindly kicking them to the side to allow yourself more freedom to move.
Impatiently, you look over your shoulder, wiggling your ass to silently urge him to hurry up and get back to fucking you again. He can't resist the temptation, even if he would’ve attempted to try, running his hand over your bare ass, caressing your soft, round globes before landing a slap against your smooth skin — not a particularly harsh or painful one, not nearly as forceful as you know he’s capable of, but hard enough to send a wave of electricity through your body, a muffled sob falling from your lips at the sensation — before placing them back on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with a bruising grip.
Not wasting any more time, he slides right back inside you. The different angle pulls a moan from you, mixing with the low groan falling from Heeseung's mouth as your warm pussy embraces his cock. One of his hands presses against your back, pinning your front against the cold marble counter underneath you, your arms shaking as you scramble to find something to hold onto. The sounds tumbling past his lips make you clench around his length, the low rumble of his groans bouncing off the walls surrounding you, his chest heaving up and down with each erratic roll of his hips turning you into a panting mess as he repeatedly hits that one sensitive spot within you. You try your best to hold eye contact with him through the mirror, wanting nothing more than to see the pleasure clearly written on his face right as you cum, but you simply cannot.
Your head falls forward, eyes screwing shut as you let pleasure take over you — your mind, your body, all of your senses.
His hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your stupor, looking up briefly just to see his eyes trained right on where you're connected, watching his dick disappear within your creamy hole again and again, laser-focused as if he was in a trance. He pulls you back to him with each of his thrusts, making you meet him with even more force. You let out a fervent moan at the sensation, your sobs joining the squelching sound of wet skin slapping against skin reverberating around the room. He drives inside you at a merciless pace, each thrust harder than the last one, making your entire body jolt at the force of them.
Heeseung steadies himself, taking his hand off your hip to place on the counter beside you, quickening his pace just slightly as his cock twitches inside of you in response to a particularly pornographic moan of yours.
"Hee-'m so close," you whine, fingers clawing at the marble counter, legs shaking as you feel yourself inching closer and closer to the edge with each drag of his heavy cock inside of you, each snap of his hips against yours.
Heeseung throws his head back at the sensation of your cunt fluttering around him, groaning out as his nails bite into your skin, "Just a bit longer, baby, almost there."
His hand on your shoulder pulls you up, your back colliding with his chest as he continues the merciless pace of his thrusts. The angle at which he keeps fucking into you feels overwhelming, consuming your whole mind and body, yet pleasurable in the best way, and you swear this is the closest you've ever been to heaven before. Your soft whines and pants turn into moans, growing louder with every passing second as you hold onto Heeseung's arm wrapped around your front, pressing you into his chest.
In a moment of clarity, Heeseung notices just how loud your moans have gotten, and as much as it pains him, he knows he quickly has to think of something to silence you unless you want someone to hear you on the outside of the door, resulting in a guaranteed scandal. His solution: his hand wrapped around your throat.
A gasped whimper escapes your mouth as you feel his fingers pressing into your skin, the slight pressure and the weight of his hand against your throat causes your head to spin, his grip not strong enough to hurt or leave marks but send dizzying pleasure right to the depths of your belly. Your breath hitches as your airways constrict, eyes rolling into the back of your head, hand reaching up to hold onto his wrist, making sure his hand stays right where it is, already addicted to the feeling.
The lack of air combined with his relentless thrusts sends you into a frenzy, you feel like you're floating, your limbs tingling, and the world around you blurs, your only focus on Heeseung's gaze that meets yours in the mirror in front of you. He's attentive, watching you closely and making sure you can still breathe — which you can, but the thrill of it all leaves you light-headed and gasping for air — while chasing his own high, pressing his lips into your shoulder to muffle the desperate groans threatening to escape him.
His grip on your throat tightens, just barely, but enough to cut off your air supply for just a short moment, the rush sending a brand new wave of arousal pooling in the depths of your belly. It feels like he's everywhere — his cock thrusting into you at a merciless pace, his hand wrapped securely around your throat while his arm winds around your waist, pulling you flush against his front, not allowing you to move in the slightest. The intensity of it all is overwhelming your senses, the lack of oxygen making everything sharper, more intense, and you're reveling in the sensation of him pounding into you and sending every nerve in your body buzzing with electric pleasure.
"God, so greedy, couldn't even wait until we were back at the hotel, could you? Just had to have my cock buried deep inside you, can't get enough of it, right, princess?” he grunts lowly as he loosens the grip on your throat, lips pressing into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as your walls clamp down on him while you suck in a desperate gasp of air.
You're too far gone to respond, your mind clouded with lust, hazy and floating like a cloud on a balmy spring day. All you can do is moan out his name, over and over again, a prayer falling from your lips as he continues thrusting into you, your body pushing against his tight hold of your waist, instinctively moving to meet every snap of his hips. His pace is relentless, Heeseung's thoughts replaced by his need to cum, desperately chasing his own high as he drives you closer and closer to the edge of blissful oblivion. The coil inside you winds impossibly tight, your legs shaking, and if it weren't for your boyfriend holding you upright, you know you'd be a mess of tangled limbs on the cold tiled floor beneath your feet already.
"Cum inside me—fuck, Heeseung, please," you plead breathily, your voice cracking as desperation takes over it, insatiable hunger and need setting your insides on fire.
"Shit, you want me to cum inside you, yeah?"
His hand rubs over the mound of your ass, soothing your raw skin, sensitive from the slap he delivered to it just mere moments ago. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips with such force you're sure to find bruises the following day.
“God, yes, Heeseung!” you cry out, your voice breaking as you feel the knot inside you tighten rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until it's a white-hot ball of pleasure, ready to explode and set your body alight.
He leans down slightly, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers into your ear, “Be a good girl and cum for me, then you’ll get what you’re asking for. Come on, let go, cum for me, pretty girl."
And just like that you find yourself tipping over the edge, his words breaking the dam inside you and allowing your high to crash over you like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its wake. Pleasure courses through every inch of your body. Every vein, every nerve is set alight and dragged along the powerful and overwhelming waves of your release. Your slick walls clamp down around him like a vice, spasming with every drag of his cock, every brush of his mushroom tip against that one spot that makes stars explode in front of your eyes.
His grip on you loosens enough to allow your upper half to fall forward, catching yourself as you lean on your forearms, left panting and completely undone as you gasp for air, lungs burning and desperate for the sweet taste of oxygen.
Heeseung lets out a strangled moan at the feeling of your dripping cunt tightening around him with even more force, his control slipping as his thrusts become urgent and uncontrollable. He murmurs something underneath his breath, but the rush of your heartbeat echoing in your ears is too loud, drowning out his words, which you assume are mumbled curses of your name.
You lose yourself in the sensation, barely able to form any coherent thoughts as your climax drags on. Each wave drags you deeper and deeper into the current of pleasure, leaving you gasping for air, body twitching and trembling as Heeseung prioritizes his own pleasure, chasing his high with renewed fervor.
Heeseung has never been a selfish lover, always putting your pleasure first, making sure you got to cum at least once before even letting himself think about the possibility of his own release. And maybe that’s part of the thrill for him, repeatedly — intentionally — edging himself until he finally gets what he wants from you, driving himself to the edge of his release over and over again until he is so sensitive he feels like he’s about to explode from just the slightest stimulation.
“Oh fuck, baby—“ he pants with a strained voice, his chest rising and falling rapidly, breaths ragged as he finally allows himself to let go.
With a low guttural groan, Heeseung spills himself inside of you, thick spurts of his warm cum shooting deep into your pulsing cunt, painting your insides white and oozing out of your pussy past his cock. The heat of it sends tiny aftershocks through you; your body shakes as you try to catch your breath, looking into the mirror to see him working himself through the last dredges of his orgasm, jaw slack and body trembling. His face is glistening with sweat, beads of it rolling down his throat and disappearing beneath the neckline of his black shirt.
The sight of him is enough to make you ache with need all over again — his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes dark and unfocused as he watches his cum leak out of your wrecked pussy around his length. You cannot help but think of the folder on his phone, password protected to keep it from the wrong eyes and filled to the brim with pictures you hope never see the light of day: his cum dripping out of your ruined cunt; his cock shoved into your mouth, the lower half of your face messy with a mix of spit, cum, tears, and lipstick; love bites scattered across the skin of your neck and the insides of your thighs like the constellations of the night sky. If you had more time, you’re sure he would add to that growing collection of his, pulling out his phone and snapping multiple pictures until he was satisfied, moving your body into various positions to get the best shot.
Instead of allowing your small daydream to become reality, Heeseung pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness leaving you whimpering and clenching around nothing, the squelching wet sound of him slipping his cock out of you echoing around the room.
He takes another moment to admire the mess he's made of you, leaning back slightly as he watches his cum drip from your drenched hole. He reaches out, letting his fingers run between your folds to collect his cum just to shove it back into you. The sight of your pussy swallowing his digits, your puffy lips embracing them with ease makes his cock twitch again, overstimulated and sensitive but still aching for more.
“Hee—fuck, please,” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for, mind fuzzy and eyes heavy as you watch him through the mirror in front of you.
You try to drink it all in, wanting this moment embedded in your memory until the end of your days. His dark hair falling into his eyes, focused on the white globs of his cum slipping out of your cunt from around his fingers and running down your thigh. His skin is flushed, sweat beaded on it like little gems glued to reddened satin. It trails down his neck to his chest, revealed by the undone top button of his shirt.
Heeseung interrupts your little ogling session when he pulls his fingers out slowly, savoring the way you shudder at the loss.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror before he gently turns you around to face him: lips puffy and swollen, eyes watery and completely wrecked despite your combined effort to prevent just this from happening when you were still able to think clearly before your minds were clouded with lust.
“You did so well, baby,” Heeseung murmurs, his voice thick with a twisted mix of pride and possessiveness as he angles your head so his lips capture yours in a kiss that sends another wave of burning heat through you, igniting the glowing embers lingering deep within you.
His hands slide to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he effortlessly lifts you up, your bare thighs resting on the vanity underneath you, the cold marble biting into the raw and tender skin of your ass.
“Made such a mess, can you feel it dripping out of you?” — you nod at his question despite knowing he didn’t ask for you to answer — “Want me to clean you up?”
“Fuck, yes,” you breathe out your reply, eyes glossing over at the intention.
A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, the unspoken meaning of his words written as clear as day on his face as he slowly lowers himself to the tiled floor beneath his feet, spreading your legs in the process to make room for him to fit between them. He looks up at you from between your spread thighs, leaning forward slightly to press his lips against the insides of them, alternating between nibbling and sucking, sure to leave marks for you to find the next day. A whispered sigh of his name slips past your lips as you throw your head back slightly, his lips ghosting closer and closer to where you need him, to where his cum was still dripping out of you.
His warm breath fans over your wet center, lips just a hair's width away from your pulsing cunt when a gentle knock interrupts you. Heeseung jumps up at the sound, back on his feet in an instant. Your eyes are wide in panic as you meet his gaze before you both turn to the door.
“Shit,” Heeseung mouths as he rushes to grab some paper towels to wipe your mixed juices from between your thighs, hoping that whoever just knocked on the door isn’t aware of the fact that there are currently two people in this bathroom. Two people who certainly could not afford to be caught in a position like you are currently finding yourselves in.
“Heeseung? It’s me, Jay.”
The sigh of relief leaving both of you could almost be described as comical if not for the tension still lingering between you, all the worries and anxieties of a secret relationship almost coming true. Haphazardly, Heeseung pulls his pants up, the undone belt still hanging from his hips as he helps you down from the vanity, hands tugging at the hem of your dress to give you at least a slight bit of decency. He takes one look in the mirror, letting out a small groan before shuffling over to open the door.
The moment the door opens, Jay turns towards both of you, hands buried in the pockets of his pants as he awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other. The redness of his ears confirms your suspicions that he most likely heard more than you would’ve liked, immediately sending your blood rushing to your head, face burning with embarrassment at your friend catching you in such a precarious position. He clears his throat once, trying — and failing — to subtly take in Heeseung’s appearance before shooting a small, albeit flustered, smile at the two of you.
“We gotta leave, like,” he takes a look at his phone to check the time, “right now, actually. I already bought you both some time, told them you weren’t feeling well, and Heeseung wanted to make sure you’re alright. You should…clean yourselves up a bit. Meet us at the entrance in 5?”
You both nod as you watch Jay turn to leave after looking your boyfriend and you up and down once again, shaking his head as he deeply sighs in disappointment — a sound almost eerily similar to one you had heard your parents make several times when you were younger — and you swear as he walks away you can hear him mumble to himself about how you were like two hormonal teenagers, not able to keep it in your pants for even one night.
“Well, guess we gotta get you cleaned up, huh, sweetheart?”
“Oh no, we don’t!” you jab your finger into his chest as he chuckles at you, “I get cleaned up, and you can go meet up with everyone. It’ll be less suspicious if we don’t show up at the same time.”
Heeseung holds up his hand in fake surrender, a smile still playing with his glossy lips as his eyes roam over your body with one last hungry gaze. Despite the burning ache inside him, the quick kiss he presses against your lips is nothing but sweet and gentle, tenderness quickly replaces the darkness formerly taking over his eyes, “I’ll text you later. Maybe we can manage to sneak you into my hotel room later.”
“Sounds like a plan,” your hands wrap around his arms, giving his biceps one last affectionate squeeze before ushering him out of the bathroom and away to join his group members, giving you a few more precious minutes to clean up, make yourself look somewhat presentable — or at least presentable enough to not have any fans or press question just what exactly happened over the past hour — and find out where you had kicked your underwear in the heat of the moment.
You take a moment to watch your boyfriend walk away, the slight bounce in his step is a dead giveaway for the people who knew him that he just got laid, but lucky for both of you, no one of importance should be able to figure him out and turn this whole thing into an issue for the two of you. Just as you’re about to turn around and assess his damage in the big vanity mirror, Heeseung turns around one more time, eyes twinkling with mischief as he takes you in, watching the way your eyebrows rise on your forehead in a silent question at his sudden halt.
“Oh, and baby?” you nod your head in response, “Make sure to wipe the lipstick from your chin. We wouldn’t want anyone to find out what a greedy slut you are for me, would we now?”
as we can all easily agree, charlie dalton is a mama's boy. he is who he is, bold and unafraid to express himself, thanks to her.
i personally think mr. and mrs. dalton were quite a lot like their son in the early days of their relationship. but after marriage, while mr. dalton changed, and became like anybody else's father: stern and hardworking, with his only purpose being providing for his family, mrs. dalton never lost her boldness. she fights with her teeth and nails (is it even english????) for her son's freedom of choice. and while, in a realistic scenario, she won't win, given all the power a husband had on his wife in the 50s, i like to think charlie becomes a fairly famous saxophonist, all thanks to his mother, and ends up dedicating most of his original production to her.
i also have a theory where mrs. dalton's boldness influences charlie's type, and ginny danburry being right there, but i'd rather not elaborate i've got cookies in the oven
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Uploading bc it’s the first thing I’ve written that I actually finished. Thank you to the people that replied to me on the Dying Poets Society community board as well ! Also I dunno what the fanon idea of charlie is just yet (im new), I’m just going based off vibes, aura, and other (few) fanfics I’ve read.
Warning: May have used “smirked” like 1000 times. Pls be nice 2 me.
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Charlie Dalton was laying on his bed, smoking a cigarette while his stuck up roommate Richard Cameron wasn’t there. Cameron would occasionally participate, but when he was knee deep into playing the tradition, honor, discipline, excellence student bullcrap, Charlie knew wouldn’t hear the end of it for smoking in their shared dorm.
He had decided to skip the usual Friday evening study with the boys.
He’d studied enough, he thought. Meeks had already helped him memorize all the necessary Latin phrases anyways. They now seemed to be constantly repeating a loop in his head
Amo, Amas, Amat…Agricola, Agricoli…
All Charlie wanted to say was blah, blah, blah.
So he took the rest of his day to rest, smoke a cig, read a dirty mag….something to chill him out. And of course, he was waiting for you.
His childhood friend, you were the only person he could actually rely on outside of school. As children of two good business partners, you’d both found friendship amongst the fancy business dinners his parents and yours would host. It was safe to say you’d known each other long enough for him to call you up whenever he had the urge to, which was as often as he could.
You lived nearby and attended Henley Hall so of course he’d find any reason to bother you, asking you to sneak into his school, calling you up, or hanging out on weekends. Now three weeks into the new school semester, he needed to see you in person to have someone on the outside of Hell-ton to talk to. You were busier this year, and he hadn’t seen you much since the summer in which you’d spent the majority of your time together. He was getting withdrawals.
But of course, you almost always put up with his antics. His ways of finding rebellion in conformity was the small taste of rebellion you needed in your otherwise mundane life.
So here you were, skipping through the Welton corridors trying your best not to get caught by a Professor- or worse Mr. Nolan himself. Your casual clothing, that was definitely not up to the Welton dress code for males, was covered with Charlie’s Welton coat. It wasn’t cold enough yet to wear, but it’d have to do with helping you blend in when there were still boys roaming the school, settling in to start the weekend after a long week of rigorous classes.
Finally walking past the recognizable row of doors that made up the dormitories, you take a chance to more swiftly enter a familiar door. You let out a sigh of relief over making it safely, you lean back against it looking at the boy in question, who simply smirked up at you.
“Look what the cat dragged in” He greets, a cigarette hanging from his lips like an old pirate would with a pipe.
You blow a raspberry, taking off and tossing his coat at the end of his bed. All the walking mixed with the adrenaline of sneaking into his school made you warm.
“The cat being you, Charlie Dalton…Though I’d say you remind me more of a puppy dog.” You greet back, getting comfortable in the room you’d been in many times. Tapping his leg with your fingers, he moves his legs for you to sit before laying them casually over your lap.
“A puppy dog?? Ouch…you wound me, darling.” He says, pretending to be hurt as he holds his hand to his heart. But his lips were curled in amusement, inciting a small laugh from you. You pat his leg again, seeming to be quite settled in.
“Okay, okay…so what was the emergency you were calling me about, huh? Cameron irking you again or what?”
“He usually is. Latin class is too. But,” He lets out a sigh as he puts out the cigarette on the metal headboard of his bed,“Can’t a guy just wanna see a pretty gal?”
He leans over to ruffle your hair and you respond with a soft giggle, smoothing your hair back down.
“You see me far too often, Charlie…” You almost blush a little at him calling you a pretty gal, almost. “You know, my mother is actually starting to worry about your influence on me.”
It seemed you’d unintentionally spent the majority of the summer hanging out with Charlie, sometimes just a little bit past curfew. It was something your mother was not exactly keen about since it was often just you and him alone. Not proper for a young lady, she’d said.
Now it’s Charlie’s time to blow a raspberry, it seemed to be something he picked up from you and your reactions to him.
“I am a perfectly good influence on you, missy. Maybe your mother should worry about your influence on me.” He crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at you, a dramatically serious expression on his face.
You both knew you had little influence on the free thinking, go-with-the-flow soul Charlie naturally was.
“Sure she should worry…who knows what I could put you on next. Today it’s cigarettes and pipes, tomorrow marijuana.” You act guilty, shaking your head slowly while holding back an amused smile.
“Do you actually know where to get marij-”
“Charlie!” You playfully smack his arm and he laughs, raising his hands in defense.
“Kidding, kidding…” Knowing him, you weren’t entirely sure how true that was.
“On a good note,” He starts, his cocky smirk coming back to his face. He seemed to even puff out his chest a little as he shares, “I know your father really likes me. He says nicer things to me than even my own father does to my face.”
I find yourself snickering as he seems to be extremely proud of his reputation with your dad. You had to admit, he was right. Much to your mother’s dismay, your father was constantly bringing him up at dinnertime, “how’s the Dalton boy”, “I heard this from his father”, “such a bright boy that Dalton”. You already heard from Charlie himself a lot, your years of friendship had him invading your life even when he wasn’t there. Your father loved him, and Charlie used it to the best of his advantage. It was really the only reason your father didn’t scold you for your summer shenanigans.
“I’ve heard, Charlie. Trust me” You chuckle to yourself just thinking about it, but you both knew exactly why. “I’m sure he thinks that the more he hypes you up to me, the more likely I’ll be to swoon for you.”
Charlie lets out a chuckle with that, but anything relating to swooning had him back to his cocky act quite rapidly.
“Like I need him to hype me up, I know you swoon for me everyday darling. Who can resist all of this.” He puts his hands behind his head as he leans against his headboard, lifting a brow and smirking.
The smirk was an ever present characteristic of him, since the moment he’d turned 15, he seemed to have mastered it. It amused you, probably his most charming characteristic.
“Oh, I’m swooning right now.” You roll your eyes before pretending to swoon, lifting a hand to fan yourself from his swoon-yness. That gets him laughing, the way you’d play along with him. He realized a long time ago that you didn’t realize how charming you were, but it was fine with him, only because that meant he got to appreciate how natural you were at it in secret.
His laugh fades out, instead staring right at you. His smirk appears on his face yet again, an air smugness in it.
“I guess your father’s plan worked after all then.”
The plan, both your father’s plans actually. They’d been scheming since they realized how close you’d gotten, which for fathers was actually not too long ago. Probably a year now.
“Ah, yes…turning you into an eligible bachelor in my eyes.” You snort amusedly, your eyes diverting from his own before the butterflies begin fluttering in your tummy.
It had become no secret to you and Charlie that your dad’s had been planning for a “union of families”, when you’d eavesdropped on them talking after a dinner party. They were good business partners, and longtime friends. With their children already being so akin to each other, it seemed the light bulb had gone on in their heads.
But you knew Charlie.
While he went along with what his father wanted, he only did it because he had to. Wellton, an ivy league future, business school. You knew that deep down, he wished to do something he wanted to do. Figure himself out, be a teen. Seize the day, as his new teacher had told him on the first day of his class.
While you played around with the idea of being future Mrs. Dalton in your head, a thought formed from a crush that had been deeply stuffed away in your heart since you’d found out about your fathers plans. The inkling of anxiety over that plan told you that he secretly hated the idea of being pushed onto you. Maybe not because of yourself, but because it was yet another thing written into his future by his dad.
The last thing you wanted was to continue denying him a chance to write his future for himself, even if it meant pretending you weren’t on board with the expectation you’d both wed each other. Allowing it to continue being something you joked around about.
“Well, babe, I already am an eligible bachelor.” Giving his signature smirk, he puffs out his chest again and runs his hands through his hair dramatically, looking suave.
This makes you laugh softly, but quickly your smile falters as you keep thinking about it. Charlie, being more perceptive than one would expect, notices this and nudges you softly on the shoulder.
“What? Am I that terrible of a possible husband?” He says jokingly, trying to keep up the playful atmosphere.
You chuckle lightly in response, trying not to ruin the mood. “No. You’re not…you’re a good friend, Charlie.”
The atmosphere still seemed to change at your genuine compliment, Charlie’s own heart seemed to bloom, and he didn’t know what to do with that. He had never known what to do with it, pushing down his own feelings with the same idea that you didn’t want to be with him.
Funny, since he was the one to flirt with you first, constantly trying to get your attention. He loved having your eyes on him, and only him.
He mustered a playfully toned comment.
“You make me blush.” He says, giving a much more authentic smile to you with a hand to his heart. Truly, it had skipped a beat. Knowing you saw him as a good friend was good, even if he wished it was more.
Silence seemed to fall between you, a comfortable one it seems as you lean your head back on the wall. Both of you seem to ponder it, the thing. But none of you knew what to say.
Finally, you’re the one that speaks up, “How would you feel if our dads plan worked?”
Another beat of silence.
“I know you don’t like doing what your father wants you to do, what he plans for you.”
Your eyes dart Charlie’s face, searching for an answer. He was looking at you pretty intensely, seeming to ponder the idea more deeply.
This is the first time you’ve seen Charlie seem so serious, and he was with reason. He knew what you meant to say, and it’s something he had thought about since the summer you two had shared ended.
Would he mind if you had fallen for each other, outside of your fathers pressure?
Charlie grabbed the pack of cigarettes laying beside him and opened it, and placed one in his mouth. Though he didn’t light it up, it was more of a comfort thing. He was never one to be so serious, and this was both your feelings you were talking about. The last thing he wanted to do was say the wrong thing.
And honestly, he adored you. More than he could ever say. Why else would he want your presence so constantly?
He hummed for a moment before speaking.
“I don’t like doing what my dad wants…” He admitted, his voice seeming quieter than usual as he takes the unlit cigarette out of his mouth. “But honestly…this is the first time I feel like I wouldn’t mind. Honestly, it’d be more of a personal decision”
His smirk returns, this was his way of seizing the day. He didn’t want to waste time going around the topic any longer when he knew deep down that you were the only girl he’d ever thought about, as flirty as he was generally. His gaze returned to you, And he was happy he did, because his answer had made your cheeks turn pink. You seemed almost flabbergasted by his answer.
He’d willingly be with you.
“You wouldn’t mind?” You seem almost confused, but he seemed all too casual about it now that he’d seen how adorable you looked at his honest answer.
He was choosing honesty today.
“I wouldn’t…I’m eligible, your father likes me, you’re a pretty girl.” He lists off, seeming sure of himself. He adjusts himself, removing his legs from your lap to scooch closer to you. His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and your heart seems to flutter out of your chest. His heart did as well, but he was much too suave to let it show.
“Seems like a winning hand to me.”
It seemed…like his actions left you speechless. You were able to speak eventually, cracking a small smile.
“Seems like the winning hand was our father’s, in the end.” You say in a jokingly sardonic way, chuckling softly.
“And the losing hand of your mothers.” He snorts right back. “Point is, I win in some way or another.”
He couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t when it seemed like the perfect moment.
Damn it Charlie, just do it, he thought before leaning in to steal a soft kiss from you. He’d always wondered if the gloss you wore was flavored. It smelled of cherries, and as he learned- it tasted like it, too. The kiss was surprisingly tender, his hand still on your cheek. You eventually collect yourself enough to kiss back, your heart soaring. It was too early for a full blown make-out session though, so you both pulled away after a few moments.
Dalton felt way too smug with himself about it, very proud of his ability to be assertive for once, after almost two years of crushing on you. You, on the other hand, could only give him a shy smile and looked away.
“I did not know this was how this evening would go…” You admit meekly, unable to meet his eyes after the kiss you shared.
“That we’d seal the deal of you becoming Mrs. Dalton? Honestly, me neither, but…” He shrugged, his hand going to your chin to force you to look at him, “Carpe diem.”
He leaned in again, but this time almost full blown tackled you into yet another kiss. Albeit, it was much more passionate than the first time. You couldn’t help but get lost in it, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, letting his hands into your hair to hold you in place.
You’d have to find a way to thank Mr. Keating for this moment of carpe diem sometime, but you didn’t have a chance to process the pondering on that at the moment.
It was the most magnificent moment.
“Dalton- everyone is asking why you- oh!”
Pulling away with eyes wide and cheeks red, you look to the doorway to see someone who was equally as red-faced as his hair.
“Damn it, Cameron!” Charlie tossed his pillow at him, standing up to push his back out of the door, “We’re having a moment in here, please!”
He closes the door behind him, looking back at you, you were still in complete shock over being caught.
“I think that’s my queue to head home, Charlie.” You say sheepishly, chuckling in embarrassment as you get up and begin putting his coat back on. The sun could be seen as it was beginning to set outside the small dorm window anyways.
Charlie’s little heart almost stopped beating, he wished to spend more time with you after this new development of your relationship. And his want was a lot, with how clingy he already was. But you were right, Cameron had ruined the mood enough. He mentally cursed Cameron even more.
“Fine.” He let out an exasperated sigh, but then quickly put on a satisfied smirk on his face, grabbing you by your sides, “But we’ll finish this another time, future wife.”
That made you laugh, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. You’d done it once or twice before, and after the kisses of today, they still felt extra special.
“I’ll see you later, Charlie.” Putting the hood of the coat on, you slipped out of his room ready to sneak your way back out of Wellton...the things you did for this boy.
Charlie was sure you’d taken his heart with you… and for once, he was happy his dad had already pre-approved of you as part of his future. He’ll take business school if it means he’ll get to take care of you comfortably.
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“I went in- and they were all over eachother- and…!”
Charlie Dalton was determined to strangle his roommate as he walked into the dormitory lounge.
“Cameron.” He said through grit teeth as he walked up to the group. Apparently, Cameron was already spilling about what he’d seen in their dorm to the rest of their friends. Way to keep his business private.
Everyone was already teasing him about it, making smoochy noises, and holding him back from an expulsion waiting to happen.
“Oh shut up Knox, like you don’t want to make-out with that Chris girl.” The boys all laughed at this, Knox seemed to shut up real quick though (it was true).
“So, what did happen with her Charlie?” Asked Neil, who patted him on the shoulder in a proud manner. He of all people had seen the development of this crush over the years.
“Heh…” Charlie couldn’t help the smugness to come back, the feeling of her lips still lingered on his and it made him feel like a real man.
“What can I say boys…I siezed the day.”
The boys gave him sounds of cheer and pats on the back, impressed by him taking Mr. Keating’s message so deeply into his heart.
“Are we still studying trig-?”
“-You don’t get it, do you Cameron?” Charlie rolled his eyes.
summary: yeah… trying to get an exclusive interview from his girlfriend? doesn’t really end well when both of you have been kept apart for so long (or short, either way, you two can never get enough).
pairing: clark kent x student body president!reader
warnings: mature / ass grabbing (f) / clark and the reader are Horny ppl (they match each other’s freaks) / rough make out / gets caught (kinda) / lap straddling goodness / grumpy and sassy clark / misuse of torch office / legally aged students !!!!! / boners
a/n: will probably be continuing this clark kent x student body president/officer dynamic until my death bed (/hj). feel free to send asks btw!
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"Clark!" You hiss, taking multiple steps back until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the table.
Clark makes a sound somewhat similar to that of a growl. He keeps his hands on either side of your body, keeping you from tripping on your feet. He ignores your hiss, continuing his attacks from your jaw to the column of your neck to your collarbones.
The soft breaths that leave your mouth every time he sucks on that sweet spot is like music to his ears, urging him to do even more—hands massaging your sides with a delicateness that contradicts how big and manly they were. Your eyes roll back when you feel his teeth graze over that spot again, lips falling open as Clark hoists you up on the desk.
He spreads your thighs with a single jerk of his knee, slotting himself between your legs. He pulls away briefly, letting a smile come on his face before he begins peppering the edges of your mouth with chaste kisses again. Placing one on every side except your actual lips.
"We shouldn't—" Clark's lips dart up to yours, swallowing your weightless protests as he explores your mouth hungrily. Your arms rest on the back of his neck, hands pulling at the roots of his hair making him groan.
You open your eyes to glare at him, eyebrows knitting in a stern manner. "Clark."
He looks at you lazily, "Mhm, I'm busy."
Clark doesn't give you much choice as raises one hand to tilt your chin up, locking his lips with yours. He wasted no time swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, slipping the wet muscle inside once more as he registers that familiar sugary taste, pretty much telling him what you did right before you came to the Torch office.
You lose yourself on him, the logical side of your brain being put on hold as you leave yourself defenseless in his hands. Letting him explore each and every inch of your mouth like it was something he needed to do.
And in some way, some twisted way in Clark's mind, he really needed to.
Hours of being stuck to the sidelines because of the extra tasks you pick up from those wretched and useless council members that can't seem to do their job has him almost going insane. One more second of not having you in his arms might do the trick though, that's why he's not even thinking of doing that right now.
Nope, not even close.
"Clark," you gasp, finally managing to pull him off of you. Your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath while Clark stares at you impatiently, lips swollen and cheeks flushed light crimson. "My exclusive, remember? Chloe's gonna kill you if you don't get her data."
"Chloe's busy with her Daily Planet column, baby. I'm sure she can wait until we're done," Clark responds, jerking his eyebrows.
You narrow your eyes at him, Clark, however, smiles at you. One he usually does when he wants something from you, or when he did something he probably shouldn't have—either way, you already know you're done for the moment you see that smile.
"Please?" Clark says, nudging at your waist. "It'll be quick."
You swallow down on nothing. The way Clark looks at you like he's hurting inside, voice aching with need, desperately wanting to be closer.
He urges you even more. "Chloe's not coming back for an hour, we have the whole office to ourselves. We can do the interview in five minutes tops."
"What's gotten you so needy?" You ask out lightheartedly, planting your arms on your hips.
Clark rolls his eyes, nuzzling his face on the side of your head, inhaling in your scent. "Can't I just miss my girlfriend?" When you don't respond, not even to his wet neck kisses, he sighs. "Okay, fine. You've been spending way too much time doing work that's not even your responsibility. We never have enough time to play around."
You're unable to stop the snort that leaves your lips at his terminology. Play around. The phrase itself is innocent, but when it comes from your boyfriend?
It's basically porn.
He pulls away from you, glaring at you with seriously? written all over his features. His sudden grumpiness overpowering that bright and approachable presence he always has.
"You are such a big baby," you finally give up, pulling him close. Letting your arms wrap around his broad shoulders as you give him a kiss on his pouty lips. A victorious smile quickly stretching across his face.
However, before the two of you can escalate things further, a loud rattling sound comes from the door.
Clark inhales, frustratedly pulling away in record time as he looks at anywhere but you. All the while you hastily hopped off the desk and sat on one of the swivel chairs, crossing your legs in a formal manner while also fixing your hair.
"Sorry! I forgot my pens," Chloe says apologetically. "How's the interview going, by the way?" She says as she rushes over to her table, rummaging through the cabinets.
You give her the best smile you can give, ignoring the way Clark rolled his eye, walking behind her. "It's going really well."
"Perfectly well," Clark supports, voice awfully monotonous.
She finally finds the pen case she's been looking for, happily holding it up for you and Clark to see. "Found it."
Clark smiles sarcastically. Chloe's eyebrows furrows as she looks at him confusedly.
When Chloe turns her back to face Clark, you glare at the man, nostrils flaring.
"I'll leave you two to it," Chloe announces, "Make sure you finish all the questions, okay Clark? And don't forget to record it. Send the file to me afterwards, okay?" She lists them out with a firm tone, shoving the case in her beaded sling bag.
Clark nods, holding the door open for her. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
Chloe leaves the room with a loud thanks! directed to you. Clark closing the door shut before clicking the lock, letting out an exasperated sigh as he walks over to you.
"Chloe has the best timings, did you know that?" You throw the question at Clark, who gives you the same sarcastic glare he gave to Chloe.
Clark slumps down on the desk you previously sat on not before snatching the small recorder and piece of paper on Chloe's table. He grunts, pressing a button on the device, eyes going over the questions.
You watched him with amusement, slowly inching your chair closer to him.
"What can you say about the recent incidents about students criticizing the alleged theme for the Winter Formal? Why is the council letting the students get away with disrespecting and insulting the efforts of their fellow students?" Clark pulls his lips into a straight line, his cheeks puffing out as he looks at you expectantly.
You answer instantly, "For the first question, I have nothing to say. I believe the keyword there is alleged, it's only the alleged theme and not the actual one. However, we'll take note not to ever use that theme. Ever."
"And secondly, I assure you that the council is not letting student get away with their improper behavior. Proper documentations are being done, and cases are being made to properly deal with these students that continue to insult and disrespect the efforts of others."
The questions barely took any effort to answer. Clark found that very hot. Even more so because of the confident look you had on your face, something you always do when you go into your upright-student-body-president-mode.
You stood up from your seat, taking one step to your boyfriend before you moved your face close to his. Your hand discreetly going over the recording device to press the stop button.
Your lips ghost his jaw, moving across the smooth skin of his face as you began nipping on his spots.
Clark's deep breaths slowly turned into low and guttural groans, your hand resting itself on his firm chest as it slowly moved downwards.
You suck on the skin of his neck, putting some light pressure with your teeth before licking the spot. Staring up at him through your lashes as your hand finally reaches just below his belly button.
Clark grabs your wrist with his hand, glaring at you with dark eyes before he pulls you to him with no effort. Adjusting himself on the desk so he can have you straddling his lap, waist at the perfect height for him to rest his hands on.
The two of you wasted no time. As soon as you got comfortable on his lap, arms on the back of his neck, both of your lips connected in a heat-searing kiss. Your bodies pressed together like they'd be separated in a moment.
You feel heat burn in your chest as Clark swiped his tongue on your lips, parting them ever so slightly before he thrusted his tongue into your mouth. Exploring it with a new found fervor, even more hungrier than before.
His hands move down your waist to your ass, giving both cheeks a tender squeeze as he pushes you towards him, as if the two of you aren't already pressed into each other's bodies. You feel a low moan slip from your mouth, Clark responding to it with a groan of his own.
Time seemed to be irrelevant to the moment as both of you completely lost yourselves. The recorder long forgotten, the paper filled with questions now thrown somewhere in the office.
What matters right then was the two of you. Only the two of you.
When you thought it'd continue just like that, it doesn't. Not when the door's rattling again. This time even harsher than before.
You pull away from Clark, slowly peeling your eyes open as you met his, just as blown-out. The outer part of his lips now shining with the remnants of your lip gloss.
"I'm getting the truck," Clark says, jaw clenched, one arm wrapped around your waist to gently let you down from the desk.
"I'll wait for you at the gate." You breathe out, smiling as you wipe his mouth with the handkerchief you had on your back pocket. Something primal flicking across his eyes that had him sucking his teeth.
You compose yourself, grabbing the recorder and piece of paper on the ground and shoving them inside your bag. You watch as Clark walks to the door in strained steps, slowly noticing the way his jeans tightened around his pelvis. He fixes his plaid longsleeve, making sure it goes past said area.
When he opens the door, Pete appears.
"Hey, Chloe asked me to get her recorder—why's the door locked?"
You and Clark share a look, one that says a lot.
He clears his throat, turning to Pete with a smile so casual no one would have guessed what was happening just seconds before.
"Chloe probably locked it on her way out."
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━━ bf!sangwon whom you meet at a bookstore. it’s less than perfect - he makes awkward small talk with you over the counter as you scan the barcode on a used copy of lettres a yves, hiding behind a black surgical mask and tugging the sleeves of his jacket over his hands
━━ bf!sangwon who has to hype himself up to return. his friends have to physically push him out of the dorms, complaining about how they’ve heard enough about the bookstore employee with nice eyes and a pretty smile. he stumbles his way through the conversation but neither of you mind, especially not when you end your shift with a phone number scribbled on the back of a receipt
━━ bf!sangwon who takes you to a cafe for your first date. it’s small - a hole in the wall place that’s crawling with the owner’s cats. you slide into a table near the corner, chatting in between sips of espresso and fighting over who should pay the bill
━━ bf!sangwon who confesses through a love letter. he stands before you with flushed cheeks and shaky hands, awkwardly folding and refolding them as your eyes scan through the letter. the pounding of his own heartbeat serves as a soundtrack, drowning out the heavy downpour outside
━━ bf!sangwon who lets out a shaky sigh of relief when you wrap your arms around him, accepting with a chaste kiss on the cheek and a tight hug. his own hands come to rest around your waist as he hides his face into your hair, smiling brightly
━━ bf!sangwon who loves going on walks with you. snowflakes filter through the afternoon sky, disappearing into nothingness when they land on your faces. your mitten-covered hands occasionally brush against each other, sending shivers racing down his spine and butterflies swarming through his stomach
━━ bf!sangwon who has always been more of a homebody. your dates consist of lazy days curled up together on the couch, endlessly scrolling through new kdrama releases until you settle on a show you’ve seen a million times before, rewatching it again and again
━━ bf!sangwon whose friends tease him relentlessly when you meet them. you decide to meet up at a hot-pot restaurant, taking turns grilling meat and ordering bottles of soju. sangwon spends most of the night with his face in his hands, hiding his blush from view as best as he possibly can
━━ bf!sangwon who kisses your forehead before he leaves. the sun hasn’t even begun to rise over the horizon when he slips out of bed, quietly wandering throughout your apartment to complete his morning routine. he leaves breakfast for you on the counter and prepares the coffee machine
━━ bf!sangwon who reads to you at night. he props the book up in his lap, lazily flipping through the pages as you lean your head against his chest. you can feel the steady beating of his heart. he reads quietly, careful not to disturb the peace, watching patiently as you slowly drift off to sleep
━━ bf!sangwon who says i love you for the first time during one of these nights when he thinks you can’t hear him, too shy to say it out loud. it comes out as a whisper, muffled against the crown of your head and in between your heartbeat, but it’s there all the same. i love you
━━ bf!sangwon who cries when you give him a book for his birthday. it’s a used copy; its edges have been dog-eared over and over and the edges are more yellow than off-white. written on the inside cover is a love note and your annotations are littered throughout: both thoughtful analysis and little doodles and reactions that make him laugh. he keeps it in his nightstand to be reread on particularly hard days
━━ bf!sangwon who teaches you his favorite recipes. there’s something nostalgic about the aroma that fills your apartment. your kitchen becomes a warzone, decorated with your combined efforts, but the smiles on your faces never disappear, and sangwon insists that the dish tastes like home
━━ bf!sangwon who hates when you argue. you stand on opposing sides of your living room, waiting for the other to break first. tears blur his vision. he wipes them away furiously when they spill down his cheeks. it takes seconds before you’re crumbling at the sight, apologies spilling from both of your lips in unsteady, broken waves
━━ bf!sangwon who will spend the rest of his life making it up to you. he runs his thumb against the back of your knuckles as you talk it out, feeling the warmth of your skin; the weight of your hand when he holds it with his own
━━ bf!sangwon who never lets go first. you jog through seoul’s busy streets hand in hand, ducking into alleyways and beneath nearby buildings in a pitiful attempt to escape the rain. both of your clothes are soaked by the time you get home but neither of you mention it when sangwon pulls you into a warm shower that night
━━ bf!sangwon who nurses you back to health like he’s a professional. he wraps you into every blanket you own, feeds you medicine the convenience store worker had recommended, and calls his mom in a panic asking for the recipe to the soup she always made when he was sick. and when you finally pull him back to bed, insisting he needs to rest as well, who is he to refuse?
━━ bf!sangwon who will never admit it, but he loves being the small spoon. he crawls into bed beside you with a lazy huff and curls his body against your own. and when you lazily rest your arm over his waist and lean your head against the crook of his neck, he never pulls away
━━ bf!sangwon who shares his headphones with you. you sit side by side on cramped subways, watching as the world blurs by when he silently reaches out, handing you the left side of his earbuds. you accept without words, instead leaning your head against his shoulder and letting the music fill your ears
━━ bf!sangwon who would do anything for you. he tells you as much when he whispers sweet nothings into the night, thinking you can’t hear and in the daylight, he shows you, with each passing moment
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The frustrating part of the Avatar franchise for me is the inability to focus on more than one characters feelings at once. Each movie only has time to develop one or two characters at a time, and in a scene where those two characters are getting developed, every other character isn't allowed to have feelings about it. Yes I'm talking about Jake's attempted murder of Spider.
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Spider’s a tough kid. He’ll never let anyone see it, what this scene did to him, but it’s with him regardless. He’ll even convince himself he’s fine, that it didn’t mean anything, and that in the end Jake chose to keep risking the wellbeing of the whole planet rather than kill him. Jake valued Spider’s life over all of Pandora. Spider believes it.
It warms and comforts him and makes him feel like a real Sully. But at night, when he’s trying to sleep, the thoughts circle his brain like a pack of viperwolves.
He can’t ignore that Jake would never have considered sacrificing one of his own kids.
He can’t ignore that while Neytiri came to rescue Jake, Spider had to escape captivity himself and hitch a ride with them. He knew they wouldn’t have broken him out of there, just like they didn’t the last time.
He’s alive purely by his own guts and self determination, and secondly by Jake’s own guilt. For it was guilt that stayed Jake’s hand upon that rock. It wasn’t love - not the kind that the rest of the Sullys shared.
He tried so hard to ignore the thoughts, pushing them away night after night, hating the feelings of utter despair they evoked, but worse… the anger. He could still feel Jake’s knife against his throat, could never forget the way he told Spider to kneel. To be quiet. To face forward.
Why?
Spider knew it was a desperate situation, that Jake did love him somehow. But it… it wasn’t enough. And the hurt only swelled as time went on. As he watched Jake interacting with Tuk, with Kiri, who wasn’t even his biological kid. And he knew. He knew he wasn’t enough and never would be.
Then in the dawn the morning light was enough to vanquish the thoughts for a few hours, to remind him that Kiri had chosen him, that Eywa had accepted him, that he finally had everything he’d wanted. And he was able to push away those thoughts to deal with once the sun set again.
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