Then, they paused, looking languidly into Oona’s eyes to ensure they had their full attention, knowing all too well the impact their next words would have on them, and relishing in the foreknowledge of their fey friend’s fickle reactions.

“Good fairy.”

And then, finally, mercifully, RJ pressed the button.

Yes, Boss – A custom RJ Mercy (VTuber) X Oona Tempest (VTuber) commission for RJ Mercy; written by Oona Tempest & edited by RJMercy.

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Yes, Boss

“Well, Oona. What do we say?”

RJ looked down at the fairy they – on any other day – worked for, relishing in the reluctant blush that spread across their employer’s frustrated features.

Oona bit their lip, but still, said nothing.

“I’m waiting…” RJ toyed with the phone in their hand, their finger hovering just over the app button that would once again set off the toy inside Oona. Whether or not RJ would use it to finally tip them over the edge into the release they craved, however, was yet to be decided.

RJ sighed, “Oona… In three seconds, I’m going to press this button,” they flipped the phone between their fingers – Oona’s eyes greedily following their every movement, “Either you be a good fairy and remember your manners…

“Mhm…” Oona mumbled a reply, jaw clenching almost as much as their thighs as they held back the urge to interrupt and ask – no, beg – for relief.

“Or, you don’t… and you find out what happens to bad fairies.” RJ caressed the edge of their phone with slender fingers, the gesture equal parts loving, and taunting, “But you don’t want that, do you?”

Oona pouted, but the way they squirmed on their knees told RJ everything the fairy refused to say out loud.

RJ smirked, “Didn’t think so.”

RJ stepped closer to Oona and knelt down, clasping their chin between their thumb and forefinger and lifting their face until they were looking into each other’s eyes – RJ’s, crystalline blue and green, glinting with the ecstatic satisfaction of seeing such a proud fairy reduced to a flushed, quivering mess – all by their own hand, no less – and Oona’s, wavering pools of molten gold and emerald, reflecting their uncertainty as they teetered on that delicate, decadent precipice of surrender and control. 

And which way they fell? Well, they both knew that was entirely up to RJ – and they both delighted in the hedonic anticipation of their choice.

“Now, I’ll repeat the question one last time, boss.” RJ emphasised that word, letting the irony of their reversed roles tonight sink into the charged atmosphere between them, like the plush bedsheets they’d be sinking into soon – if RJ had anything to say about it, that is, and they most certainly did.

RJ continued, “When I ask you to do something, what do you say?”

Oona glared up at RJ, but any attempt at defiance was somewhat negated by the telltale flush in their skin, now reaching all the way to the pointed tips of their ears.

“Oona…”

“Yes…” Oona’s voice trailed off, leaving decidedly the most important part of that sentence unspoken.

But, RJ wasn’t going to let them off that easily, not after all the work it took to bring them to the brink like this.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…” 

RJ cocked an eyebrow.

Oona’s shoulders relaxed and a shuddering sigh escaped their lips.

“Yes, boss.”

RJ smiled. Both of them felt the delectable snap and release of tension in themselves and the air between them, as Oona finally let go of their stubborn pride and all the stress and anxieties that had latched onto it, slowly leeching off them until all that was left was an exhausted, overworked husk.

But not anymore. RJ would make sure of that.

And they’d have their fun with Oona while they were at it. You know, like an early Christmas bonus – a treat to themselves for all their hard work that year.

And, speaking of treats…

RJ released Oona’s chin from their grasp, trailing their fingers across their cheekbone and tucking a few of their many messy strands of hair behind rose-dusted ears.

Then, they paused, looking languidly into Oona’s eyes to ensure they had their full attention, knowing all too well the impact their next words would have on them, and relishing in the foreknowledge of their fey friend’s fickle reactions.

“Good fairy.”

And then, finally, mercifully, RJ pressed the button.

Oona’s eyes fluttered shut at the sudden sensation and a soft sigh escaped their parted lips. RJ had only selected the lowest setting to start with, to ease them back into the pleasure after making them wait for so long.

And yet…

“More.” Oona’s voice came out in broken, husky whispers, “More… Please.”

They looked up at RJ, their eyes misty with desperation. RJ bit their lip, their own eyes darkening further with desire by the moment. They wanted to suppress their need – to continue toying with the fey mess that begged before them – but it was now too great to ignore.

“Fine.” RJ replied, their voice clipped and urgent, “But you’ll need to work for it. Can you do that for me?”

Oona nodded wordlessly.

“Oona…” RJ mustered the last remnants of their will to remind Oona of the one rule they had enforced mere moments ago.

Oona’s eyes widened, and when they might have earlier scrunched up their nose, pouted, or refused to do as they were told, this time, they practically moaned their response.

“Yes, boss.”

“That’s better.”

RJ gently helped Oona stand up and led them to the bed, making sure to brush their fingers along the edges of their wings as they did so, finding a somewhat sadistic joy in the shiver it sent running down Oona’s spine.

Oona turned back to pout at RJ, knowing full well their wandering hands did that on purpose, but before they could fall back into their persistent pattern of defiance, RJ pushed one leg between Oona’s and propped their other knee on the bed, wrapping one hand around Oona’s waist and using the other to guide them both down into the luxuriant bed linens.

Their faces were a mere breath apart, and their intertwined limbs brushed silken skin against silken skin against silken sheets – a myriad of texture that felt heightened further still by the sensitivity of their nerves after they had been lit on fire and brought to the brink so many times, yet all without release.

Both of them needed this. Overwhelmingly so.

“Please…” Oona squirmed beneath RJ, tangling them further still into the sumptuous spread. This wouldn’t have happened had Oona actually made their bed this morning – but for once, RJ wasn’t inclined to scold them for it.

“Soon,” RJ replied, their voice low and husky, “But first…”

They pushed themselves up and rolled over, pulling the fairy on top of them. Oona seemed startled by the shift, looking down at RJ with a quizzical expression.

But it was too late for words. Urgently, yet still gently, RJ clasped Oona by the chin once more, guiding them down to where their pulse throbbed between their legs with such intensity it was almost painful.

Without needing to say a word, Oona knew exactly what RJ wanted, and in their desperation for release, they did what was being asked without a moment’s thought. Relying on muscle memory as the toy continued to build Oona’s unrelieved frustration to the point of incoherent thought, Oona began to lap delicately at RJ’s sensitive bud – each tantalizing flick of the tongue sending RJ’s frayed nerves haywire.

RJ’s hand meandered from Oona’s face to their hair, wrapping their fingers in gossamer strands and urging them to work harder, so they might both find release. A low moan rumbled in Oona’s throat at the subtle push to go deeper (almost as if they enjoyed being told what to do, after all) and as they acquiesced – turning tentative licks into languid strokes that gradually built in intensity – RJ’s own moans joined the sensual chorus of gasps, groans, rustling sheets, and the faint buzzing of the vibrator that reminded them both of how they’d ended up in such an impassioned state in the first place.

Using the last of their sensibilities, RJ tapped their phone screen, increasing the intensity of the toy.

“Mmm–” Oona mumbled from their place between RJ’s thighs, their soft lips still pressed against the satin folds of their labia.

RJ wanted to respond, really, they did. They wanted to ask Oona what they were trying to say, but the vibrations of their voice reverberating in their swollen clit were the final push that tipped them over the edge, and rolling waves of pleasure cut off their words before they could speak them aloud.

Not that Oona seemed to mind, however, their fingers gripping RJ’s thighs as they rode through the rhythm of their climax with them.

Wanting to bring Oona over the edge too, RJ increased the toy yet again before relinquishing the phone to grip the sheets, as though clutching the last threads of coherent thought while the intensity of their orgasm threatened to strip them away entirely.

Unable to take anymore, Oona gasped, toes curling as they broke away from RJ’s wet, throbbing cunt, finally revelling in a climax of their own. After being brought to the edge and denied release over, and over again, the sudden rush of release was so intense they reflexively buried their face against RJ’s thigh and gently bit their soft skin – not enough to hurt, really, but enough that the sharp sting cut through the waves of pleasure, heightening all the sensations RJ was feeling in that moment.

“Mmm!” Oona made a desperate, pleading noise as they extricated themselves from RJ’s trembling legs and grabbed the phone from beside them on the bed, tapping furiously until the toy finally relented and switched off. They slowly removed the toy and flopped onto the bed in the space beside RJ, who was trying to catch their breath.

Oona intertwined their fingers with RJ’s and, for a moment, they both simply laid there, listening to the sounds of their ragged breathing as it slowed, feeling the beat of their hearts settle into the comfortable quiet of the room.

Not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere, RJ stole a surreptitious glance at Oona, noting how their chest was rising and falling softly…

“Wait a minute…” RJ whispered under their breath, and looked up at Oona’s face. Sure enough, their eyes had fluttered closed, finally resting after a rough week on little sleep.

RJ smiled at their friend and let go of their hand so as not to wake them as they got out of bed to start cleaning up.

“Mm!” Oona mumbled once more, clinging to RJ’s hand just as they tried to pull away.

“Oona…” RJ replied softly, intending to somehow convince the sleepy fairy to let them go so they could at the very least drape a blanket over them.

But in their sleep-fogged mind, Oona replied instinctively,

“Mm… Yes, boss.”

RJ stifled a laugh, “Now’s not the time for that!”

Oona grumbled and buried their face in the sheets, still refusing to relinquish RJ’s hand.

RJ sighed, “Fine, just a little longer, but at least let me get a blanket first.”

“Mm, ‘kay.” Oona murmured a hazy reply.

RJ found a soft, fluffy blanket on the floor – they would discuss Oona’s use of the floor as a linen closet later – and draped it across both of them as they scooped the drowsy fey into their arms.

“G’night.” Oona mumbled, “Sleep well.”

RJ smirked, “Yes, boss.”

Oona let out a small, sleepy laugh before they both settled into a cozy silence once more. Lulled by the shared warmth of their bodies and the soft sound of their breath, the pair surrendered to blissful slumber, wrapped safely in a comforting cocoon of silken sheets, and each other’s arms.

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Thank you to RJ for commissioning this piece! For those who don’t know already, RJ is a writer for Sweet & Spicy and one half of our writing duo for these custom commissions. They’re a fantastic writer and a very cool VTuber who streams otome games! I had so much fun writing this commission, so thank you, RJ, for all the work you do, and for being such a wonderful and supportive friend ♥

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