Feel It - teaser.
pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader teaser, find full fic here.
genre: smut, pornstar!jaehyun au, 00’ dream inserts
words: loading…
warnings: pure filth, oral, cum play, exhibitionism/voyeurism, degrading, humiliation, dacryphilia, shibari, unprotected sex
a/n: san francisco armory, das the setting lolol (thanks kink.com 🫡)
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“okay, we’ll just have you sign this.” the producer with the name tag K said as he handed you a clipboard with a pen; the two of you sitting across each other in a large auditorium.
you were fidgeting the more you sat there in the middle of the “playroom”, excitement rising with every glance of the various s&m props placed on antique plaques. whether it was the torture rack, assorted floggers, or cattle prods, you couldn’t wait to try it all.
never in your years of living did you expect to be at an armory-turned-BDSM studio, preparing to do your first adult scene. yet here you were, only wearing a pair or your underwear, completely bare everywhere else.
the use of a National Guard armory was oddly fitting for the company—20th century Moorish Revival architecture, albeit refurbished, still gave a sense of “grittiness” and “rustic charm.”
“i know that you already submitted your online waiver but we just like to have an additional one for in-person. physical signatures are always preferred.” K snapped you out of your thoughts for a second, though your mind couldn’t help but drift back into the gutter, thinking yet again to your upcoming scene.
the single sheet of paper reiterated everything you read through just a week prior:
“Mission Statement and Company Values”
typical header to start a waiver…littered with the expectations to provide a “consensual and safe space for all participants.”
your eyes scanned further down, taking a few minutes to read their “Right to Distribute Media:”
“By signing here, you agree to having any and all media in your presence posted to our website Kink.com, with potential distribution to other pornographic partnerships…”
you provided your signature for the two spots provided, officially sealing the deal…
as soon as you handed the clipboard back to K, he spoke into his bluetooth earpiece, presumably notifying the other producers of your newly sealed fate.
“you guys are good to head this way.” he said before placing the clipboard on the floor next to his water bottle.
“in a moment you’ll be able to meet your partner, and go over the do’s and don'ts, that kind of stuff.” he said, followed by a closed-mouth smile.
you smiled back, trying to hide the anxiety creeping under your skin. there was no telling what kind of man would appear through the doors, meters away from where you sat.
you kept your eyes trained on the double-doors, tapping your leg up and down to pass what seemed like hours.
but then again, this was a four story building…maybe it was just taking them a while to get to where you were.
just as you looked down at your twiddling thumbs, the heavy sound of the double-doors echoed throughout the room. the man that appeared was unlike anyone you’ve ever seen.
he was gorgeous…
and he smiled as soon as he laid eyes on you. his dimples being the first feature that caught your attention.
he strutted towards you, confidence exuding with every step. he only sported boxer briefs, definitely nowhere near as self-conscious as you, now that you saw his toned body.
you tried not to make it obvious that you were eyeing his subtle six-pack. but it was hard. his body was perfect; not too overbearing, not too ordinary. still, his biceps and his quads showcased the work he put in to maintain his physique.
the last thing you could observe before he stopped in front of you, was his happy trail, leading all the way to the package he had confined in his briefs. he completely ignored K, standing right in front of his field of view.
your eyes slowly made their way to his face, still smiling so bright, with ivory teeth to match.
“hello, my name is jaehyun. nice to meet you.”
his voice was velvety deep, baritone.
another surprise to you.
jaehyun held out his right hand, but you noted the single platinum band adorned on his left ring finger…to your disappointment. your thoughts were outlandish, there’s no way you’d have a chance with him even if he wasn’t taken.
you returned the handshake, voice visibly shaken as you gave him your name.
“i’ll go ahead and let you guys have the floor. i’ll be back in 10.” K said with a clear of his throat. he then gave up his seat for jaehyun, making his leave towards the double-doors.
jaehyun looked back at the medieval-styled chair before sitting down, chiseled thighs growing in size once he found a comfortable position.
“so tell me a bit about yourself…”
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//tagging: @pradajaehyun
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From your latest post involving frustration with Shy Thing and Johnny, I can totally see that being a problem with all of the keepers. This sense of condescension comes with kidnapping someone, locking and hiding them away in a house that is practically baby-proofed, and then dismissing a lot of their fears or frustrations by saying something along the lines of 'I know what's best for you more than you'd ever know.' (I know they've done their research before taking them, but there are some things even the most well-trained soldiers can't know.)
And with a lot of your responses to the behaviors that the keepers show, they babify their pets in some sort of way, either by talking to them like a child or restricting access to items because they think they'll hurt themselves.
This level of coddling would drive me up a wall because as much as they're allowing me/the pet to do something, having them be the person who ultimately shoots down an idea, suggestion, or desire based on what they think is best for me is incredibly frustrating.
Just wanted to pop this into your inbox. Something about Shy Thing saying 'what’s the fucking point, you don’t listen' set me off into this discussion!
Hiii!!! Wow wow I adore this analysis because you’re absolutely right!! That’s some of the really deceptive and darker underpinnings of this au that I don’t tend to draw attention to. Because the fact that a lot of their chosen pets’ actual wants align with what the keepers think they need is pure happenstance (sort of… I mean they were picked out) and happy coincidence.
There’s a very good reason that Feral is feral, bitey and scratchy and snarly. There’s a reason that Johnny likes his Shy Thing so shy. And there’s a certain sinister tone to Good Girl having a collar - there were rules that she was trained to enjoy, rewarded heavily for abiding by.
In all practicality, it would be awful. I know that I, personally, would do a full crazy turn around and someone would not be surviving the experience. At the end of the day, these are normal human beings that got kidnapped from their normal (if unhappy) lives, isolated, manipulated to grow close to their captors, and encouraged to stop wanting their old lives because their new one is easier and safer and better showered in love and praise.
Thankfully, it’s safe to indulge and engage with fic like this. The narrative is still very controllable and genuinely safe (not keeper “safe”) for everyone to have a nice, temporary fantasy of a life being pampered and looked after.
(Also, on a more personal note, if you need me to tag more thoroughly, anon, let me know! I love you sending me this ask, I just want to make sure that the content is well-warned in advance)
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Togruta don’t get drunk
Upon listening to the song Drink by lil John, I’ve decided that Togruta do not get affected by alcohol that affects humans. (Different biology, different chemical compound to get a togruta drunk)
Of course this is not something that just comes up in conversation so her master and her men have no idea. Her men decide to invite her out with them one night on leave and her master ok’s it because he knows they won’t let anything happen to her.
Fast forward to Ahsoka absolutely pounding back drinks with her men, much to the trooper’s astonishment. Shot after shot and she’s still standing. Some (Fives and Jesse) decide to take this as a challenge and see if they can out drink her.
By the end of the night everyone, and I mean everyone, is absolutely shit faced. Hanging off of each other, barely able to walk, even the most respectable troopers (Rex and Echo) are done for. Ahsoka has to wrangle the group into a cab, get them back to the barracks, distribute water and food, all while Hardcase won’t stop drunk hugging her.
The next day they all are hungover. Cody stops by because he needs to take to Rex but all he see’s are a bunch of walking corpses.
“What did you do? I had Rex and Jesse drunk calling me last night.” He asked the only alive person in the barracks.
“They took me out drinking.” Ahsoka told him with a broad smile.
Cody remembered an offhand comment Obi-Wan had once made about the togruta species, back when they thought Ahsoka was going to be their commander.
“Wait can’t you not get drunk?”
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