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Dangerous Games (Aether)

TRIGGER WARNING : SMUT SMUT SMUTTTTT

Shoutout to Professor Cal on audiomack "Can I go slow ma'am" for inspiring the dialogue, I'm not gonna lie, I'm obsessed. 

Being one of the only humans the ghouls accept is amazing. They always have you in one of their rooms, in practice, and on tour. You can't play any instruments and are an okay singer, but they still love just having your company. Especially Aether. Aether and you have a situationship. Aether did have a girlfriend, but she was nothing but a controlling bitch. You've liked Aether for years, and he liked you too, but both of you were too scared to make a move. Now, you both know how you felt, but it was too late. One night when both of you were tipsy, not drunk, you had sex, and it was amazing. You've had make out sessions and flirt back and forth almost constantly, but Aether was still dating her. He tried to break up with her, but to no avail. She'd threaten to kill herself and to kill him, every, single, time. Tonight, a few drinks with the band, and one shared bedroom led to some decisions...

"We can't, we can't do this again." Aether whispers, trying to not give into his urges. You only walk closer to him, the lust in your eyes straining his control, "Don't." He growls, "Don't you come closer to me, I've said it before and I'll say it again. This is dange-" he backs up into the table, causing a gasp to escape his lips. You just smirk and keep inching closer, your hands ghosting over his shoulder and chest, heavy breathing and light gasps fill the room, "Don't you touch me there." He tries to stay dominant while your hands move lower and lower, "D-Don't you touch m-me the-" A whinny moan escapes his throat, his hands stay gripped onto the table, the little control he has over the situation evaporating, "Ma'am ple-" His begging stopped by you kissing him. He moans into it while your hand still plays with him through his pants. His tongue tries to dominate, but you stop his advances by squeezing his erection, causing his knees to buckle under him, "Y/n" he moans while you slowly start to remove his belt, trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck, "Tell me what to do." He says in a desperate whisper.

You pull back, dominance and confidence filling your posture, Aether was one submissive bitch, "Clothes off now." You step back, he doesn't move or respond, "What do we say?" You say, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow, "Clothes off, y-yes ma'am." Aether quickly takes off his pants and shirt, tossing them in a random corner. His dick rock solid, already dripping with pre-cum made your mouth water. You take your own clothes off, tossing them in the same direction as Aether did.

You walk back over to him, your bodies barely making contact. The way his breath hitched made you smile more at the night you had planned, "Get down." You purr into his ear, placing a few more kisses on his neck before stepping away, "On my knees, yes ma'am" He goes down, but you click your tongue, "Face the table." His eyes widen, he quickly turns. You have to stifle a laugh at how eager he is.

You slowly glide over to the table, letting your fingers graze his shoulders, a shutter runs through him. You stand in front of him, heat in his face, already wet. He licks his lips, "Bend over the tab-" You slap him, he moans, "S-sorry ma'am. Can you please bend over the table so that I can taste you?" He looks up with those bright, pleading eyes. You slowly turn your back, "Please ma'am." He begs, his dick starting to hurt, his throat dry, desperate to please you. You lean forward on your forearms, arching your back. Feeling his breath against your clit was too much, you had to give in, "You may." You say.

Aether instantly wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling your ass into his face. His tongue swirls in and out of your dripping cunt. He moans and whimpers against your clit causing broken praises and moans to fall from your lips, "Does it feel good ma'am?" He whispers into your folds, "Yes baby." You moan, trying to stay dominant in the situation. He adds a finger, moving it in and out at a slow, agonizing pace. He starts to nibble and suck on your clit, "Am I being a good boy ma'am?" He asks, whimpering as you clench around his finger, "Yes, yes baby, you're being a good boy." He wines, his dick twitching, desperate for any stimulation.

He leaves a few more kitten licks against your clit then pulls back, "Can we please fuck now?" He begs. You stand and turn, your slick dripping down your thighs. His face being covered in your juices turned on a new level in you, "Will you be a good boy and listen to me?" He nods, more small pleads pass his lips, "Stand." He obeys. You sit up on the table, spreading your legs, he wastes no time. He slowly inserts himself into you, whimpering and moaning as he feels how wet you are. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you, his head resting on your left shoulder. Hearing him moan and whimper into your ear only made you moan louder, "Please ma'am, can I go slow?" He whispers, desperate to move, desperate to cum, "Slow, baby. Only move faster when I tell you, do you understand?" He thrusts his hips out and in, a loud moan fills the room, "Y-yes ma'am."

The table creaks slightly under the two of you, Aether's whimpers and moans only cause you to moan louder and louder. Everytime your sounds grew in volume, his pace quickened. His dick seemed to hit every spot perfectly, causing you to see stars, but you can't let him lead, "Stop." You demand, he instantly pulls out, worried that he hurt you, "Sit in the chair." You command, he looks behind him at the wooden chair and then back to you, "You want to ride me?" You lift your chin, "I am going to ride you." He smiled, his eyes full of love and still lust, "Yes ma'am." He quickly sits down.

You get off of the table and take a few shaky steps over to him, "Come on, come sit on me." He says through heavy breaths. You straddle his hips and sit down, allowing yourself to clench around him when you take him all. He moans loudly, "Oh my-ugh." His hands find your hips, just in awe at how well you please him, "Oh my Satan, let me be a good boy, let me be a good boy for you." He moans, feeling his climax rising fast, "Make me feel good baby." You moan, his dick filling you perfectly. Aether leans forward and starts sucking and kissing your breasts. His hips start to snap up as you bounce, causing more and more pleasure. Your orgasm is almost there, your muscles squeeze and spasm as you try to delay it, "Fuck, you're going to make me cum." His chest heaves, legs shake, and grip on your hips tighten, "Use me, use me feel good" He babbles. You grab his throat, choking him slightly. His whimpers coming out as choked sounds only bring both of you closer. "You're gonna, you-you're gonna I'm gonna-fuck-I'm gonna-I-You're gonna make me finish, Mommy please let me finish" He screams as his orgasm racks through his body.

You cum watching as his eyes and head rollback, his hands fall from your hips, and his legs twitch and shake. You sit there for a second, letting the orgasm fully subside, "You are a dangerous, dangerous woman."You go to stand, but he quickly holds you down on him, he grunts, still not ready to let you go, "No, no, no, no, no, you're not going anywhere. You stay right there a bit more. I want to stay inside of you." You lean down and kiss him, his hands move from your hips to your back and hair, holding you against him, "This is a dangerous game we play." You whisper, he only kisses you harder, "It's only a matter of time before someone loses, and you're making it harder and harder to lose you." You admit against his lips.

He doesn't respond, you pull back again, "Let me handle her." He opens his eyes, still breathless, "Be careful, be very, very careful, Y/n." He pleads, his eyes widened with concern. You kiss him, he immediately melts, "Now come on, it's late." You get off of him and he groans, "I want another round." He pouts, you laugh, "Only if you dom this time you submissive bitch. He holds his hand to his chest acting offended, "Is that a deal?" He asks, standing, towering over you, "If you want it to be." You say with as much attitude as possible. He smirks and picks you up. It was a long, long night.