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hyzelle · 2 months ago

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part 2 — PLAYTHING | l.hs x s.jy x p.js x p.sh

♡ pairing: heeseung x jake x jay x sunghoon x fem!reader

♡ genre/tags: estab r/s between heeseung & reader, pet names, fivesome, reader & all members are in their early to mid 20s

♡ warnings: profanities. dubcon, cns, alcohol consumption, fivesome, orgy, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie (please don't!), oral sex (giving & receiving), squirting, overstimulation, crying, degradation, orgasm denial, slight choking, swallowing, and more...

♡ featuring: enha hyung line — heeseung, jake, jay, sunghoon

est. 21/03/2025 — part 2 wc ꒰ 8k ꒱

!! read part 1 here !!

[+♡] a/n — first of all, thank u!! i didn't expect PLAYTHING to have this much attention & ppl loving it, esp it being my first smut posted here LOL. but i really appreciate it nonetheless hehe. anw, tumblr won't let me post the next part in just 1 part bc initially i wanted it to just be in 2 parts, so i'll have to split it in 3 parts. but i'm posting the last part immediately. fair warning it's really hella nasty... it's basically just porn LOL. again, this may not be for everyone and that's okay. but for those of u who are into it, enjoy!! hope u guys love it!

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read the synopsis & keep up with updates here, ♡ PLAYTHING ♡. the parts are proofread to the best of my ability, so there might still be some mistakes. feedbacks are always welcomed, but any & all hates or disrespect will not be tolerated and you will be blocked. on that note, i hope u'll enjoy & love PLAYTHING ♡ ! give it some love, like & reblog. ♡

The next afternoon, Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon dragged themselves up the steps to Heeseung’s apartment, all three looking like the physical embodiment of regret. Their heads were pounding, their limbs felt like dead weight, and the night before was a blur of alcohol, loud music, and bad decisions.

Per usual, they were gathering at Heeseung’s place to recover. This was the routine. After a heavy night out, they’d meet up, order greasy food, lounge around, nurse their hangovers, and talk shit about the night before.

Jay pressed the doorbell, and a few seconds later, Heeseung swung the door open.

“Damn, you all look like shit.”

“Feel like it too,” Jake muttered, dragging himself inside.

Heeseung stepped aside to let them in, brows raised as he took in their disheveled states. “Y/N still asleep?” Jay asked, kicking off his shoes.

“She just woke up. She’s showering,” Heeseung said, stretching his arms.

The three of them exchanged quick glances but said nothing as they walked into Heeseung's living room.

Heeseung headed toward the kitchen to grab some drinks for them as the boys collapsed onto the couch.

Jake slumped further into the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, trying to ignore the pounding in his head. His thumb moved lazily over the screen—until a post from the club’s official Instagram page made his stomach drop.

A video.

His pulse quickened.

Jay, sprawled out beside him, noticed the way Jake suddenly stiffened and leaned over to peek at his screen.

“…Shit.”

Sunghoon, mid-stretch, caught the tension in the room and turned toward them, frowning. “What?”

Jake didn’t respond. Didn’t move.

Jay swallowed, hesitated, then tapped the video to play again.

Neon lights. Bodies pressed together. The deep bass of the music vibrating through the crowd.

And right in the middle of it—

Jake.

Y/N.

Kissing.

Not just kissing.

Fucking making out.

Jake’s hands gripping her waist. Y/N pressing into him, arms looped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. The way her hips rolled against him. The way his fingers dug into her skin. The way she moaned into his mouth—

Fuck.

Sunghoon let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Jay panicked.

He smacked Sunghoon’s arm, nearly knocking the phone out of Jake’s hands. “Shut the fuck up, dude!”

“What?” Sunghoon blinked, unfazed. “I mean… lowkey kinda hot.”

Jay smacked him again.

Jake exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. This was bad.

Sunghoon leaned in again, still watching the video. “Wait—who posted this?”

Jay squinted at the caption. “Club’s official Instagram.”

Jake groaned. “Of course they fucking did.”

Jay scanned the room like he was assessing an escape route. “Okay. We can’t let Heeseung see—”

“See what?”

The room went still.

Jake’s heart stopped.

Sunghoon sat up so fast it looked like his soul had left his body.

Jay froze mid-scroll.

Heeseung stood at the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

Jay, very slowly, locked his phone and held it way too close to his chest.

“…Nothing.”

Heeseung raised a brow. “That was convincing.”

Sunghoon forced a nervous grin. “Yeah, we were just—”

“Give me the phone.”

Jay hesitated. Too long.

Heeseung sighed, tone sharp. “Jay.”

Defeated, Jay exhaled and unlocked his phone before reluctantly handed it over.

Heeseung took the phone. Scrolled. Pressed play.

Jake clenched his jaw.

Sunghoon held his breath.

Jay looked like he was actively trying not to pass out.

The video played.

Once.

Twice.

Heeseung watched. Slowly. Expression unreadable.

His head tilted slightly. “Huh.”

Then—he exhaled a short laugh.

“Damn.”

Jake tensed.

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, resisting the urge to look at Jay for help.

Jay sank further into the couch, looking like he wanted to fucking die.

Heeseung played the video again.

His voice was too calm.

“You were really fucking devouring her, huh?”

Jay winced.

Jake said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Heeseung finally set the phone down, inhaling deeply, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head.

Then—his gaze flickered toward Jay.

Silence.

Thick. Suffocating.

Jake’s pulse hammered in his ears. Jay shot a glance at Sunghoon, who looked just as fucking tense as he was.

Then—

A short, sharp laugh.

Heeseung.

Jake flinched.

But it wasn’t amusement.

It was disappointment.

His voice was eerily calm, but the weight of his words sent a shiver down Jake’s spine.

“I told you to take care of her.” Heeseung’s gaze landed on Jay, eyes dark. “Not let Jake get his hands and mouth all over her.”

Jay exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Hee—”

But Heeseung wasn’t looking at him anymore.

His gaze flickered to Jay and Sunghoon.

“And you two—” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“You knew. And you didn’t tell me?”

Jay swallowed hard.

Sunghoon barely breathed.

Jake clenched his fists. “She was drunk—she thought I was—”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched.

“Oh, so that makes it okay?”

Jake’s stomach churned.

Jay said nothing.

Sunghoon inhaled slowly.

“I should beat your fucking ass for this.”

Jay tensed.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose.

Jake stayed quiet.

But then—Heeseung smirked.

And the entire room shifted.

“You know what?” Heeseung let out a slow exhale, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

Jay cautiously exhaled.

Sunghoon furrowed his brows.

Jake’s shoulders dropped slightly.

“You wanna touch what’s mine?” Heeseung took a slow step forward, voice dropping. “Fine.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay’s brows furrowed.

Sunghoon frowned. “What?”

Heeseung tilted his head. “Since Jake already put his hands on her, and you two didn’t tell me…” His smirk sharpened. “I think you all deserve a little… punishment.”

Jake’s breath hitched.

Jay’s hands curled into fists.

Sunghoon exhaled sharply. “What?”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to Jake. “You wanted her so bad? Then you’re gonna have her.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay inhaled sharply.

Sunghoon remained still.

“But there are rules,” Heeseung continued.

His gaze darkened, sweeping over all of them.

“For her—she doesn’t get to touch you. She doesn’t get to moan. She doesn't get to cum. Not unless I allow it.”

Jake’s entire body went rigid.

Jay exhaled sharply.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath.

“And you?” Heeseung’s smirk sharpened, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“All of you.”

A beat of silence.

“No cumming.”

Jake froze.

Jay’s jaw clenched.

Sunghoon shifted.

Heeseung leaned back slightly, smirk never fading.

“Not until I do.”

Silence.

Jake exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Heeseung shrugged. “Maybe.”

Then, he tilted his head, gaze locked on them like a predator watching prey.

“But you’re still gonna do it.”

No one spoke.

Before Jake could respond, Heeseung turned on his heel and strode toward his room.

The others hesitated.

Jay and Sunghoon exchanged a glance before following. Jake took a breath, steeling himself, then trailed behind them.

The air inside Heeseung’s room was thick with warmth and steam. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, soft sounds of water running behind it. Y/N was still showering.

The faint scent of her body wash lingered in the air, mixing with Heeseung’s cologne and the overwhelming tension between them.

Heeseung leaned casually against his dresser, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His voice came out slow, deliberate.

“We’ll wait.”

Jay shifted. “Wait for what?”

Heeseung smirked.

“For her to finish.”

Jake’s pulse kicked up.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Jay cursed under his breath.

None of them moved. None of them spoke.

They just stood there.

Waiting.

The water shut off.

Y/N exhaled, running a hand through her damp hair. The shower had helped—at least a little. Her body was still warm, her skin flushed, but she chalked it up to the heat of the water rather than the strange tension she’d felt before stepping in.

She reached for the towel, wrapping it around herself. It was small—barely covering her. The hem just skimmed the tops of her thighs, and the knot she tied at the front left hints of her chest exposed, clinging to the dampness of her skin. Her back wasn’t much better, the towel lifting slightly with every movement.

But it didn’t matter.

She was in Heeseung’s room. She had expected privacy.

Her clothes were on his bed.

Without a second thought, she twisted the doorknob and stepped out.

And immediately—froze.

The air shifted.

Four pairs of eyes snapped to her.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon. Heeseung.

Standing. Watching.

Jay visibly tensed. His shoulders went rigid, and his gaze darted to the floor so fast it was almost comical. He looked like he wanted to evaporate on the spot.

Sunghoon had the opposite reaction—his brows lifted, his lips parting slightly before pressing together. He shifted where he stood, exhaling a quiet breath as his eyes dragged down her figure.

Jake’s jaw clenched.

His tongue swiped over his lower lip as his gaze locked onto her, his fingers flexing at his sides.

And Heeseung—hesmirked.

Y/N’s grip on the towel instinctively tightened.

“…What the fuck?” she muttered, blinking rapidly.

Jay cleared his throat, visibly struggling to find his words. “Uh—”

Sunghoon coughed, dragging a hand down his face.

Jake remained silent. His gaze hadn’t wavered.

Heeseung took a step forward.

“We were waiting for you, baby.”

Her stomach dropped.

“For what?” she asked, her voice cautious, wary.

His smirk deepened.

“For your punishment.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Her towel suddenly felt even smaller.

“…What?”

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his dark eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?” His voice was smooth, teasing—but laced with something darker.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

Her pulse quickened as she glanced at him nervously, watching his face for any kind of reaction—waiting for an answer.

The boys reacted almost in sync—Jay inhaling sharply, Sunghoon shifting uncomfortably, Jake exhaling through his nose like he was bracing himself.

The way they were looking at her—watching, waiting, expectant.

Heeseung didn’t hesitate.

“Oh, baby.” He reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from her shoulder. His fingers lingered, tracing the edge of her towel before dropping.

His touch ghosted along the knot tied at her chest.

“You let them see it.”

The knot loosened slightly.

“Now—” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “You’re going to let them watch again.”

Y/N barely had time to react.

“What are you—”

Before she could finish, Heeseung’s lips were on hers.

A sharp inhale caught in her throat as he kissed her—deep, urgent, taking complete control. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, his lips moving against hers in a way that made her head spin.

The room blurred.

The only thing grounding her was Heeseung—the way his fingers traced the damp skin of her back, the way his tongue flicked against her bottom lip before he deepened the kiss, the way he angled his head, making sure she felt every inch of him pressed into her.

She didn’t even notice at first.

The towel.

It slipped—slowly, deliberately.

And then, it dropped.

A sharp exhale came from somewhere behind them. A shift of movement.

The other boys—

Watching.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon.

All staring.

All silent.

Heat flooded her body.

“Fuck—Hee, what are you—” Y/N tore her lips from his, chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. “They’re—”

Heeseung smirked, his hands still roaming, still teasing.

“Why are you acting so shy, baby?” His voice was low, almost taunting. His thumb brushed over the curve of her hip.

Her lips parted, but before she could respond, Heeseung moved.

One moment, she was standing—vulnerable, exposed, dazed.

The next—she's was in his arms.

His grip was firm, secure, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

A surprised gasp slipped past her lips, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers digging into his bare skin.

Then, she felt it—soft sheets against her back.

She was on Heeseung’s bed.

Heeseung hovered over her, his smirk never fading.

The other boys hadn’t moved, watching them.

Jake’s jaw was locked. Jay’s fingers twitched at his sides. Sunghoon’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip, eyes dark.

The air was thick. Charged.

Y/N swallowed hard, her entire body tense, her pulse hammering in her ears.

She was completely bare against Heeseung’s sheets, her skin still damp from the shower, her breath uneven. Every nerve in her body was on edge, hyper-aware of the weight of their stares.

Something was wrong.

Her stomach twisted.

Why weren’t they saying anything? Why was Heeseung just staring at her like that?

Jay inhaled sharply. Sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet her eyes. Jake tensed beside them.

She sat up slightly, pulling the sheets over her, attempting to cover herself. “Hee—what’s going on?” Her voice came out softer than she intended.

His smirk only deepened, his fingers lazily trailing up her thigh before he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His grip—firm, unyielding, as he ripped away the sheets that she was using to try and cover herself.

“Suddenly so shy now? You weren’t shy about letting Jake put his hands and mouth all over you in the middle of the club in front of them.”

Y/N gasped, trying to jerk away. “Heeseung, wait—”

His grip tightened, stopping her.

She shook her head rapidly. “Heeseung, I—I was drunk, I didn’t—”

“Drunk?” His brow lifted, his smirk never wavering.

Her pulse pounded. “I thought—I thought it was you—”

Heeseung exhaled a short, humorless laugh. “Oh, baby.”

He reached up, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.

His fingers lingered along her jaw before trailing down her neck. His hands pressing lightly over her it.

“You didn’t seem so confused when you were grinding against him.”

Y/N’s face burned.

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, adjusting his position.

Jay rubbed his temples, eyes squeezing shut.

Y/N shook her head again, panic bubbling up in her chest. “Hee, please—I didn’t mean to—”

His grip tightened on her neck.

She inhaled sharply.

“You didn’t mean to let him touch what’s mine?” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “Or you didn’t mean to get caught?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

Her lips parted, desperate to find the right words, but Heeseung didn’t give her a chance.

His fingers slid down her body—possessive. Claiming.

“You think I’m just gonna let that slide, baby?”

Her breath hitched. “Hee—”

His smirk widened.

“No baby.” He leaned down, lips brushing over her ear. His breath was warm, teasing. Dangerous.

“You’re gonna take your punishment.”

Y/N froze.

Her mind spun. What?

She tried to pull back again, her breath coming faster. “H-Heeseung, wait, I don’t—”

He ignored her.

He trailed a lazy finger down her stomach, stopping just above the heat between her legs.

“Oh don't worry baby. I think you’ll like it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She was fully naked. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.

She shook her head quickly. “No, please—I’m sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay baby, it's not just you being punished.” Heeseung murmured, pressing a finger against her lips to silence her.

Her stomach flipped.

She swallowed. “What?”

Heeseung chuckled, trailing his fingers lower, making her squirm.

“You,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along her folds. “No touching them. No moaning. No cumming—unless I allow it.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes flickered toward the others—Jake’s tense shoulders, Sunghoon’s sharp inhale, Jay rubbing his jaw.

Jake exhaled slowly, his eyes locked on hers.

Heeseung’s smirk only deepened.

“You wanted to be their little plaything, right? Letting Jake touch you—letting them watch you?” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “Then let’s see if you can handle it.”

Heeseung finally turned to Jake.

“Well?” He cocked his head. “You wanted her so bad right? Might as well go first.”

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon shot him a look. Jay inhaled sharply.

Jake hesitated, jaw clenching as his fingers flexed against the sheets.

He glanced at Heeseung. “Dude, are you—”

Heeseung tilted his head.

His smirk sharpened.

“Do it.”

Y/N inhaled sharply, her eyes darting between them.

Jake’s jaw tensed. He exhaled through his nose.

His pulse pounded.

His stomach tightened.

Fuck this.

Jake climbed onto the bed, shifting closer, his palms pressing into the sheets beside her. His body hovered above hers—not quite touching—but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

Y/N held her breath.

Jake’s hands finally moved, gliding over her bare skin, slow and teasing. Fingertips traced over her collarbone, down her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts. His touch was light, exploring, possessive.

Then—his lips.

Soft. Warm. Pressing to her skin, slow and lingering.

A kiss to her shoulder.

Then another.

Then lower.

He dragged his mouth down the curve of her breasts, trailing hot kisses across her stomach, over her hipbone, down her thigh.

Her breath hitched.

Y/N tensed when she felt Jake shift downward, his lips traveling dangerously lower.

Until his mouth hovered over her pussy.

A slow exhale left her lips as the heat of his breath teased her aching folds.

The anticipation alone sent a wave of electricity through her, and when his lips finally pressed against her, she nearly moaned.

She bit her lip hard, fisting the sheets instead.

Jake smirked against her skin, feeling her struggle.

Heeseung’s voice cut through the thick air, smooth and taunting.

“Good girl.”

Y/N sucked in a shaky breath, her grip tightening.

Jake, pleased with her obedience, placed one last kiss against her clit before pulling back slightly, his hands still resting on her thighs.

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to the other boys.

“Well?” Heeseung mused. “Enjoying the view?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. Jay’s fingers twitched against his thighs.

The air in the room was suffocating.

And the punishment had only just begun.

This time, Jake didn’t hesitate.

His tongue flicked against her sensitive folds—slow, teasing—before dragging flat against her clit, savoring the way she tensed beneath him.

Y/N’s fingers dug into the sheets, her thighs trembling.

This was wrong.

She knew it.

And yet—her body betrayed her.

She gasped when he sucked gently on her swollen clit, her hips nearly bucking into his mouth.

Jake only smirked against her, gripping her thighs tighter, keeping her spread wide open.

Beside her, Heeseung was shamelessly palming himself through his sweats, stroking lazily as he watched the scene unfold.

Jay and Sunghoon weren’t much better.

Sunghoon’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. Jay’s hands curled into fists, his entire body rigid with restraint.

Jake grew bolder.

He sucked harder, his tongue swirling over her clit, flicking, teasing, fucking devouring her.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon muttered under his breath.

Jake groaned against her, the vibrations making her shudder.

Then—he moved.

He kissed his way up her body, leaving a damp trail in his wake.

Over her stomach.

Between the valley of her breasts.

Across her collarbone.

And finally—her neck.

He sucked on the skin, tongue tracing slow circles, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver.

Then—his fingers found her pussy.

He pressed against her entrance, gathering the slickness coating her folds before rubbing circles against her clit.

“Fuck, you look so pretty under me,” he groaned, his head dropping to her neck.

Y/N bit down on her lip, desperate to hold back a sound.

Her breath was ragged.

Her thighs trembled.

Her soaked pussy clenched around nothing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming.

She was on the edge.

Jake felt it—the way her body tensed, the way her hips subtly rocked against his fingers, chasing the high she was being denied.

A quiet whimper nearly escaped her lips.

Jake smirked.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her neck, his fingers moving relentlessly over her clit. His pace quickened, coaxing her closer. “Just let it out.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, struggling to hold back as heat coiled low in her stomach. It was almost embarrassing how fast it was building—how quickly she was unraveling—especially when all Jake had done was rub her.

But then—Heeseung shifted.

His grip tightened around himself, his strokes slowing.

“Enough.”

Jake stilled.

His fingers froze.

His lips halted just as they reached her collarbone.

His head lifted, lips glistening, brows furrowed.

“…What?”

Heeseung’s smirk widened.

“I said—enough.”

Jake swallowed hard, his body still humming with arousal. His eyes flickered to Y/N’s trembling frame beneath him.

She was so fucking close.

But Heeseung’s rules were final.

With a quiet exhale, Jake pulled away, his movements slow, reluctant.

Y/N was panting, her body still aching, still teetering on the edge of release.

She nearly turned to Heeseung, nearly begged—

But then, his gaze flickered to Jay.

“Your turn.”

The room was thick with tension.

Jay hesitated, running a hand through his hair.

Sunghoon shifted beside him, still stiff, still watching.

Jake swallowed hard, still trying to catch his breath.

Y/N’s heart pounded. She was still trembling, the absence of Jake’s touch leaving her restless, desperate for more.

Jay exhaled.

Finally, he moved.

Unlike Jake, he wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t the type to lose control so easily.

Slowly. Deliberately.

He crawled over her, his weight pressing her gently into the mattress.

But when he was finally hovering above her, his gaze flickered to her face—

Her lips, swollen, parted.

Her bare skin, flushed, heated.

The way her thighs squeezed together, trembling—

Fuck.

He swallowed hard.

His face was inches from hers now, his hands planted on either side of her head, holding himself up.

His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, any sign that she didn’t want this.

But what he found instead—

Was something else entirely.

A silent plea.

Begging him to do something.

Then, he kissed her.

Slow.

Soft.

Like he was memorizing the feel of her lips, savoring the way they molded against his.

It was nothing like the dominance of Heeseung.

This was different.

Until Y/N licked his lips.

Asking.

Jay froze.

His fingers curled into the sheets. His body stiffened.

Something inside him snapped.

His hand shot to her waist, gripping tight. His other cupped her face, tilting it as he deepened the kiss.

He was now rougher. Hungrier.

He sucked on her bottom lip, groaning when she whimpered into his mouth.

Then—he moved.

His hips rolled against hers, grinding down, pressing the hardness of his cock against her soaked, aching core.

A sharp inhale slipped from Y/N’s lips.

Jay swore under his breath. Heeseung chuckled.

“You’re barely even touching her.” His voice was dripping in amusement. “What, you scared?”

Jay growled.

Fuck it.

His hand slid lower.

Fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

Dipping between her thighs.

Y/N’s entire body jerked when Jay’s finger ghosted over her slit—teasing, taunting.

A shiver crawled up her spine as Jay exhaled sharply, feeling just how wet she was.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging his fingers slowly through the slickness. “You’re so wet, princess.”

The nickname hit her harder than she expected.

Y/N trembled beneath him. Her breathing hitched, her body stretched tight with tension—

But still, she didn’t make a sound.

Not a single moan.

She jerked slightly when Jay’s fingers teased at her entrance—

Just flicking at it, never entering.

Her legs twitched.

She clenched the sheets in frustration, desperate to feel something.

Anything.

Jay licked his lips, eyes locked on her. “You wanna feel something so bad, huh, princess?”

Then—his mouth found her breast.

His tongue flicked against her nipple, his lips wrapping around it, sucking lightly.

Y/N’s head pressed back into the mattress.

Her toes curled.

She was falling apart.

And Jay could feel it.

Y/N was breathing fast, chest rising and falling in uneven, shaky pants.

Her body kept jerking toward Jay’s fingers, seeking, pleading—

Trying to get him to push inside.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he held her in place, his grip firm, his touch agonizingly light.

He kept flicking at her entrance, faster this time, just enough to make her squirm.

Her hips bucked, her back arching, desperate for more.

Jay was completely transfixed—completely fucking aroused—watching her come undone beneath him.

Her breathing quickened, her thighs clenching around his hand.

She was close.

So fucking close.

And he could break her.

He could make her lose control right here, right now.

Jay’s breath hitched—his cock twitching at the thought.

But before he could—

“Enough.”

The word was calm. Controlled.

But it left no room for argument.

Jay stilled.

His fingers froze against her soaked, swollen clit.

His mouth left her skin.

His chest heaved, forehead pressing against her collarbone as he fought to calm himself.

His hands flexed at his sides.

He didn’t want to move.

Didn’t want to let go of her.

But he had no choice.

Heeseung smirked.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Jay clenched his jaw.

Slowly—reluctantly—he let her go.

His fingers slipped away, his lips brushing her shoulder one last time before he forced himself to move.

His body screamed at him to stay.

But he pulled back.

And Heeseung?

He didn’t care.

His gaze was already on Sunghoon.

“Your turn.”

The second Heeseung looked at him, Sunghoon moved—swift, decisive.

Unlike the others, there was no hesitation, no teasing build-up. He was hungry for her, impatient, and it showed in the way his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open without a second thought.

Y/N barely had a second to brace herself before his mouth was on her pussy, hot and relentless. He didn’t just take his time—he devoured, tongue flicking against her most sensitive spot while his fingers worked in tandem, pressing inside her with no mercy.

A strangled gasp left her lips. She tried, she really tried to hold it in, but Sunghoon was relentless.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered against her skin, voice dripping with amusement. “Such a mess already. Didn’t take much, huh?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her entire body trembling as he continued. He knew exactly what he was doing—every movement calculated, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers.

And then, Heeseung moved.

He had been watching—enjoying. But now? Now, he wanted more.

He reached down, tugging at his waistband—

His cock, hard and throbbing, sprang free the moment he pulled it down.

Without hesitation, he shifted closer.

His fingers curled beneath Y/N’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“Open up, baby.”

His voice was smooth—low and coaxing, but firm.

“You know what to do.”

Y/N obeyed without question.

Her lips parted—slow, obedient.

And Heeseung slid into her mouth, groaning low in his throat as her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet.

From the side, Jay exhaled sharply, his grip tightening against his thigh. Jake’s jaw was locked, his knuckles white where he held himself back.

“Shit, look at her,” Jake murmured under his breath, watching the way she moved—her lips stretched around Heeseung, her body shuddering under Sunghoon’s unforgiving pace.

Sunghoon hummed against her skin, clearly savoring her reaction.

“She loves it,” he murmured, pressing his fingers deeper—earning another tremble from her overstimulated body.

He was relentless.

His fingers curled inside her, stroking unforgivingly—like he was trying to drag the climax out of her by force.

His pace quickened, merciless.

And his mouth—It sucked on her swollen clit, his tongue flicking fast, precise, cruel.

She couldn’t take it.

She was unraveling—too overwhelmed, too close.

Every nerve screamed for release. Her body begged for it.

And then—she tore her mouth away, Heeseung slipping from her lips as she gasped.

“Hee—please,” she whimpered.

Her voice cracked, shaking.

“I—I can’t—please, let me—”

But Heeseung only smirked.

He reached out, stroking her jaw with his thumb—his touch gentle, but his eyes dark.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, tone soaked in amusement.

“You can take a little more, can’t you?”

Tears pricked her eyes.

She was too far gone.

Too sensitive. Too desperate.

But Heeseung wasn’t finished.

Still buried between her thighs, Sunghoon chuckled.

“You heard him, baby,” he taunted, licking her once more.

“You don’t get to cum yet.”

A broken sob slipped from her lips as her body trembled violently.

She was caught—trapped in that cruel, high edge of pleasure with no release.

Jay and Jake sat still—watching, their restraint wearing thinner by the second.

Y/N’s lips parted again, her voice a whisper of desperation.

“Please, Hee—I really can’t—please, let me—”

Before she could finish—“That’s enough, Hoon.”

Heeseung’s voice was calm. Steady. Final.

Sunghoon groaned, clearly unsatisfied, but he obeyed.

He pulled back slowly, his mouth and fingers slipping away.

Y/N’s body twitched violently at the loss—still aching, still desperate, left right on the edge.

Now it was Heeseung’s turn.

“Such a good girl,” Heeseung praised, his voice low, controlled. “Take it deeper.”

Y/N obeyed.

Her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, savoring the way he twitched against her.

She took him deeper—slow, careful—hollowing her cheeks as her throat tightened around him.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she nearly choked, the stretch and pressure making her gasp through her nose, but she didn’t stop.

She didn’t want to.

Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath, his grip in her hair tightening. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Every few seconds, Heeseung would let out a quiet curse, his free hand gathering her hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding her movements, his control slipping the deeper she took him.

From the side, Jake’s fists clenched. His jaw was tight, his breathing heavy.

Her body was on full display—completely bare, completely vulnerable.

Y/N whimpered around Heeseung, the heat between her legs was unbearable, her core throbbing with need.

She was soaked—so overstimulated that the slickness dripped onto her inner thighs, gleaming under the dim lighting.

“Please…” she choked out between movements, voice muffled around him.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened. “Please, what, baby?”

She trembled, nails digging into his thighs. “Please—please, I need—”

Heeseung smirked, pulling himself from her mouth with a wet pop.

She gasped, blinking up at him, her lips swollen and glossy.

“Come on baby girl, let me hear those sounds,” he murmured, positioning himself lower, fingers brushing against her trembling thighs. “You’ve been holding back for too long.”

Without warning, his mouth was on her pussy.

A strangled cry tore from Y/N’s throat. Her head fell back, her hands flying to grip the sheets beneath her as Heeseung’s tongue flicked against her swollen clit.

“Oh my god Hee—fuck—”

Jake exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying—and failing—to suppress the groan that rumbled from his chest.

“Holy fuck,” Sunghoon muttered, watching her reaction with pure hunger in his gaze.

Jay’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his breathing uneven.

Heeseung didn’t let up.

He sucked at her sensitive clit, slow and teasing.

She was already leaking, her arousal spilling over as he swiped his tongue down to lap at the slick dripping from her entrance.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open wider, keeping her exactly where he wanted—helpless, trembling, completely at his mercy.

She was shaking.

Overstimulated.

On the brink of tears, her chest heaving, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“Hee—Hee, I can’t—I’m gonna cum—please—”

Heeseung hummed against her, the vibrations sending another shockwave through her body.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Her body arched, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she shattered, her release gushing all over Heeseung’s mouth.

He didn't stop. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he lapped up every drop, his grip tightening on her trembling thighs, holding her down—making her take every second of it.

And that was the moment Jake snapped.

“Fuck it.”

He shoved his shirt over his head, stripping down in one swift motion, his restraint finally shattering into pieces.

Jay and Sunghoon turned toward him, their eyes widening slightly—but Jake barely registered them.

His focus was solely on Y/N.

On the way she was laid out in front of them, completely wrecked.

On the way her body twitched with aftershocks, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

On the way her thighs were still trembling, her slick coating Heeseung’s lips and chin, shining under the dim light.

Jake was already bare, watching—stroking himself with no shame. His hand moved in slow, deliberate motions, his eyes locked onto Y/N’s trembling body, completely undone beneath them.

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, his voice thick with hunger. “You look so pretty when you fall apart, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s breath was ragged, her body still twitching from her high. She barely had time to process before Heeseung was moving up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, licking into her, making sure she taste every bit of her own slick against his tongue.

She whimpered softly, her breath hitching into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Jake moved closer, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. A sharp exhale left his lips as his strokes quickened, his jaw clenching.

Heeseung pulled away slightly, his lips still grazing Y/N’s, his breath warm against her swollen lips. His gaze flickered to Jake, eyes gleaming with something dark.

“Clean her up.”

Jake didn’t hesitate.

His hunger took over.

He moved forward, gripping her thighs, spreading her apart once more—before diving in.

Y/N let out a choked gasp, her back arching slightly as Jake’s tongue flattened against her folds.

“Oh, fuck, Jake—”

Jake groaned against her, his grip tightening. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured before sucking gently on her clit. “Gotta clean up all this mess, huh, sweetheart?”

Y/N whimpered, her thighs trembling.

Heeseung leaned back, leisurely stroking himself as he watched. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes drinking in the sight.

“That’s it, Jake,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement. “Make sure you don’t miss a drop.”

Jake hummed in response, his tongue flicking over her swollen bud.

Y/N’s entire body jolted—overwhelmed, overstimulated.

She had just came, and now, Jake wasn’t even giving her a second to recover.

His tongue was relentless, lapping up every drop of her release, dragging her back to the edge before she could even catch her breath.

Her thighs trembled, her stomach tightening, her body shaking from both the sensitivity and the way Jake was devouring her without mercy.

From the side, Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. His self-control was hanging by a thread.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath.

In one swift motion, he stripped, shoving his shirt over his head and pushing his pants down. His cock sprang free—aching, throbbing, desperate for relief.

Jay swallowed hard, still watching from the side, his fists clenching against his thighs, his breathing uneven.

Sunghoon’s fingers wrapped around his length, stroking himself slowly as his heated gaze stayed fixed on Y/N—on the way she writhed under Jake’s mouth, on the way her body trembled with every stroke of his tongue.

He moved closer.

“Shit, you’re so fucking messy, baby,” Sunghoon groaned, his grip tightening. His voice was thick, dripping with need. “Look at you—still dripping all over yourself.”

Y/N twitched at his words, something stirring deep in her gut.

“Fuck, Jake—” she gasped, her fingers reaching out, tangling in Jake’s hair.

Jake let out a muffled groan, his hands gripping her thighs harder, his tongue working her clit with even more fervor.

Her resolve was crumbling.

She was overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Her body trembled violently, her breath coming out in shallow, desperate gasps.

Her eyes snapped to Heeseung, glassy, desperate.

“Hee—please,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung cocked his head, stroking himself lazily. “Please, what, baby?”

“I—I need—” She was struggling to form words, her body betraying her.

Heeseung chuckled, reaching down to brush his knuckles over her cheek. “Oh, my baby girl. You wanna cum again, don’t you?”

Tears welled in her eyes.

She nodded. “Please.”

His smirk widened.

“Not yet.”

A strangled sob caught in her throat.

Jake groaned against her, feeling her body tighten under him, her thighs twitching around his head.

Sunghoon cursed, his hand moving faster over himself. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill us.”

Heeseung exhaled slowly, stroking himself leisurely, his expression unreadable—until his lips curled into a smirk.

Then, his eyes shifted.

This time—not to Y/N.

To Sunghoon.

Sunghoon’s hand stilled on his length, his brows lifting slightly as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Come on, baby,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down Y/N’s flushed cheek. “Suck him off.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Then, he moved.

The mattress dipped as he approached, his body tense, his cock throbbing as he settled in front of her. His eyes were locked onto hers, flickering with hunger, with anticipation.

“Open up, baby,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.

Y/N obeyed, her lips parting, her body still trembling as she wrapped her mouth around his swollen tip.

Sunghoon’s breath stuttered, a low curse slipping past his lips as he buried his fingers in her damp hair, guiding her deeper.

“Fuck—just like that.”

Meanwhile, Jake was still between her thighs, still working her relentlessly—his tongue stroking her, his fingers spreading her open, tasting the desperation on her skin.

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon’s length, her body arching as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume her.

Jake groaned against her, sucking harder. He was relentless, his tongue dipping into Y/N’s soaked entrance before flicking back up to her swollen clit, repeating the motion until she was trembling beneath him. His grip on her thighs tightened, holding her in place as he devoured her like he was starved.

Sunghoon cursed above her, his grip tightening in her hair.

Heeseung just sat back, stroking himself slowly, watching it all unfold.

Y/N couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her lips—but with Sunghoon buried in her mouth, all she could manage were muffled whimpers, her body twitching, her hips rolling against Jake’s tongue, desperate for more.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, feeling the vibrations from her muffled moans. His jaw clenched, his fingers threading into her hair as she kept working him, her tongue dragging over every inch of him.

“Shit… she’s falling apart already.” His voice was low, thick with arousal.

Jake groaned into her, the vibrations making her whimper around Sunghoon. His tongue flicked over her clit again, sending another jolt through her. “So fucking wet for me, sweetheart,” he murmured against her folds. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

“Of course she is.” Heeseung smirked from the side, his strokes slow and lazy as he watched her squirm. “Look at her. Just a messy little plaything, dripping all over Jake’s face.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon, her whole body trembling at the words.

Jake licked another stripe up her folds before sucking harshly on her clit, making her jolt.

She couldn’t take it.

Sunghoon slipped from her mouth with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his tip as she gasped for air, her swollen lips parting, her body quivering.

His jaw tightened at the sight—her dazed, wrecked expression, her chest heaving. Lazily, he stroked himself, watching her, completely enthralled.

“Fuck—Jake, please!” she cried, her thighs quivering in his grip.

Sunghoon chuckled darkly, his lips curling. “She’s begging already?”

Jake only hummed against her, flicking his tongue over her clit again, drawing another desperate whimper from her lips.

Heeseung tilted his head, his smirk widening. His gaze flickered toward Jay, who was still tense, watching intently but holding back.

“Come on,” Heeseung taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t you wanna play with our little plaything?”

Jay exhaled sharply. His fingers twitched against his thigh.

Y/N was barely coherent, pleasure crashing through her in waves, but she turned her head toward Jay, eyes hazy, lips swollen and slick.

“Jay—” her voice cracked, desperate. “Please.”

That was it.

Jay snapped.

He stood abruptly, yanking his shirt over his head before shoving his sweats down, exposing his painfully hard cock.

Jake barely had time to pull back before Jay was moving between Y/N’s legs, gripping her thighs as he pressed his mouth against her dripping heat.

The second his tongue flicked over her swollen clit, Y/N let out a strangled moan, arching against the sheets.

Jay groaned against her, his grip tightening. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His voice was breathless, thick with need. He licked another stripe through her folds, his tongue pressing against her entrance before dragging back up.

“So fucking pretty, princess,” Jay murmured between kisses. “Trembling for me like this.”

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking hard, making her entire body jolt.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, breath hot against her skin. “So fucking sweet.”

Jake swallowed thickly, his grip tightening around his cock as his other hand kneaded her breast, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers. He tweaked her nipple, watching the way Y/N’s back arched into his touch.

Heeseung wss still stroking himself, eyes locked onto her as she struggled.

“Good girl,” he murmured, watching her squirm beneath them. His cock twitched in his cum, his strokes slow, teasing. “Your’re doing so well.”

Jay moaned against her, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her still.

Y/N sobbed out a breath, her entire body trembling. Jay’s tongue, Heeseung’s voice, the overwhelming pleasure—it was too much.

“Fuck— I can’t—” Her voice was breathless, wrecked.

Heeseung smirked, tilting his head, his tone smooth, taunting.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, his voice dripping with amusement. “You wanna cum, don’t you? Go on then.”

That was it. That was all it took.

“Shit—Jay—I’m gonna—”

Y/N shattered.

Her breath hitched—

Her back arched—

And then she squirted.

Her release coated Jay’s lips, dripping down her thighs, pooling onto the sheets beneath her.

Jay groaned against her, licking her through her climax, lapping up every drop like he was addicted to her taste.

Jake cursed under his breath, his hand faltering as he stared at the mess she made. “Fuck,”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his cock. “Shit, that was so fucking hot.”

Jay finally pulled away, his lips glistening, his tongue flicking over his lower lip as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung exhaled slowly, his gaze dark, calculating.

Then—he smirked.

Without a word, he positioned himself between Y/N’s legs, his cock heavy in his palm as he nudged the thick head of his length against her soaked folds. He dragged himself along her slit, spreading her wetness but never pushing in, the obscene sound filling the room.

Not yet.

Y/N’s body jolted slightly at the teasing sensation, her thighs tensing, hands clutching at nothing. She was desperate—aching to feel something inside her.

“Please,” she muttered, so soft that Heeseung almost didn’t hear it.

Then—Jay stepped forward, cock in hand.

His voice was low. Commanding.

“Open up, princess.”

She barely processed the words before parting her lips.

He swiped his cock across her mouth, slow and deliberate, before finally pushing in.

The deep groan that rumbled from Jay’s chest sent a fresh wave of heat straight through her, making her thighs clench helplessly.

At the same time, Jake was still beside her, kneeling at her side, his cock hard and twitching. His hand palmed her breast, fingers teasing her nipple.

Y/N reached for him blindly, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She began to stroke him—slow, teasing, unsteady from the haze of pleasure Heeseung was still dragging out of her.

Sunghoon, now positioned at the side, stroked himself, watching the sight before him unfold. His hand worked up and down his cock, quiet, ragged breaths escaping him as his gaze locked onto Y/N’s mouth stretched around Jay, her small hand pumping Jake, her legs still spread wide for Heeseung.

And then—Heeseung picked up his pace.

He gripped the base of his cock, dragging his tip up and down her entrance with more pressure, rubbing against her swollen clit before dipping lower, teasing her core.

Y/N whimpered around Jay, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward.

“Fuck,” Jay groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair as her tongue worked over him.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Jake rasped, breath uneven as she stroked him faster. His head tilted back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Such a good girl,” Sunghoon exhaled, his hand moving faster over himself. “Taking all of us like this… fuck, baby.”

As she heard those words, her strokes on Jake quickened, her grip tightening around him.

Meanwhile, Heeseung continued his torturous pace between her legs, dragging his cock along her clit over and over—spreading her open, building the pressure, pulling her right to the edge.

Her body shuddered violently, the coil in her stomach winding impossibly tight.

Then, Heeseung increased his speed.

The motion was sharp, precise, his cock swiping rapidly over her swollen clit—

And it shattered her.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, muffled around Jay’s cock as she suddenly squirt all over Heeseung’s cock, soaking him in her release.

Jay groaned sharply, his hips jerking forward at the intense vibration against his cock.

“Shit—just like that, princess.”

Y/N released Jay from her mouth with a gasp, breath hitching, her lips slick and parted as she tried to steady herself.

At the same time, her hand slipped off Jake’s cock. He sucked in a breath, watching her body spasm, her legs trembling violently from the force of her orgasm.

“God,” Jake muttered, jaw clenched, voice low. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, gripping himself tighter, his strokes turning rough and desperate. “Fucking hell, baby—look at you, making such a mess.”

Heeseung groaned, looking down at the mess she had just made on him, his smirk deepening.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, dragging his soaked cock against her folds again. “That was so fucking hot.”

Y/N’s entire body trembled, oversensitive and overstimulated from her last orgasm, but the boys weren’t done with her.

Not even close.

Y/N barely had a moment to process before she felt Heeseung press against her entrance again. The thick head of his cock nudged at her slick folds, teasing, rubbing, spreading her wetness but not pushing in yet.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Ready, baby?” His voice was low, velvety, filled with dark amusement.

Before she could answer, another presence loomed in front of her—Sunghoon.

His cock hovered near her lips, his fingers finding her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, his thumb ghosting over her bottom lip. “Still got room for me, yeah?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, but she nodded, parting her lips to take him in.

“Fuck yes—just like that,” Sunghoon groaned, rolling his hips forward as she sucked him in deeper, her tongue tracing the sensitive vein along his length.

Meanwhile, Heeseung’s fingers dug into her hips, keeping her firmly in place as he continued gliding his cock through her folds. He took his time—slow, deliberate—coating himself in her arousal, dragging it out, savoring every second.

“Look at you,” Jake murmured from the side, his hand stroking himself lazily. “So fucking desperate to please us.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon’s cock, the overstimulation making her entire body shudder.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jay added, his voice low, amused. His hands roamed her exposed body, fingers finding her breasts. He rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips—tugging, teasing—leaning in close, his breath warm against her flushed skin.

“Being our pretty little plaything?”

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that,” Sunghoon groaned, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided her pace—resisting the urge to thrust deeper. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

From the side, Jake leaned back, stroking himself slowly. His eyes were dark, heavy with lust, locked onto her completely.

“Shit,” he muttered, breath hitching. “I could watch this all fucking night.”

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, his patience finally reaching its limit, his grip on her hips tightening.

Then—he pushed inside her completely.

Y/N gasped, choking slightly on Sunghoon as Heeseung stretched her open, filling her inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby,” Heeseung groaned, his head tilting back as her walls clenched around him. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Sunghoon let out a strangled moan as Y/N’s mouth instinctively tightened around him in response to the intrusion. His hips twitched forward slightly before he forced himself to still.

“That’s it, baby,” Sunghoon murmured, his breath uneven, trying to hold himself together. “Take both of us like a good girl.”

Jay smirked, his hand trailing across her chest before fondling her breast, watching the way her body trembled between them.

“You’re fucking perfect like this, princess.”

Y/N could barely think. Her mouth was full of Sunghoon—her body completely overwhelmed, drowning in pleasure.

Then—she momentarily pulled away.

A broken moan tore from her lips as Heeseung’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace ruthless. Each deep thrust sent electrifying waves through her, leaving her completely at their mercy.

“Fuck, Hee—you feel so good,” she gasped, her voice trembling, wrecked.

Heeseung chuckled darkly, snapping his hips harder, making her jolt beneath him.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. “You fucking like that?”

Without missing a beat, she found Sunghoon’s cock again and took him back into her mouth, her lips closing around him as she sucked with renewed desperation.

Sunghoon groaned, her lips trembling around his length, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward. His grip in her hair tightened, guiding her with a pace that grew more erratic by the second.

“Shit—she’s getting so fucking messy,” he gritted out, eyes locked on the way spit dripped from her lips, trailing down her chin.

Y/N whimpered, her hands reaching blindly, desperate for an anchor as every nerve in her body blazed. She was unraveling. Overwhelmed.

This time, her hand found Jay’s cock—still hard as he toyed with her breast—and she began stroking him mindlessly, caught in the haze.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Jay taunted, voice low and amused. “Being passed around like a little plaything for us to use?”

Jake groaned, eyes locked on the wreckage between her legs as he stroked himself with tight, slow fists.

“Shit, look at her,” he panted. “She’s fucking dripping. You’re ruining her, Hee.”

Heeseung let out a low growl, snapping his hips into her harder, hitting deep, making her body jolt forward with every powerful thrust.

“You hear that, baby?” he murmured, his fingers bruising against her hips. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

Sunghoon moaned above her, his cock twitching as she struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his head tilting back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

And then—while Heeseung was slamming into her relentlessly—his thumb found her clit.

He circled it with precision, the pressure increasing, faster and faster, until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

She was unraveling. The pleasure was building too fast, too strong. Her entire body trembled, pushed to the brink—every muscle tensing, every breath shuddering.

She tried to cry out, to moan—but Sunghoon was still in her mouth. Her throat tightened around him as her jaw slackened in desperation.

“Hee—I—fuck, I can’t—”

Her words were muffled, broken around Sunghoon’s cock, her voice strangled by the pressure building inside her.

Heeseung smirked, leaning down so his lips grazed her ear.

“Cum for me, baby,” Heeseung murmured, his voice low, smooth—teasing.

He didn’t let up. If anything, his pace grew more brutal—each thrust deeper, harder. His thumb rubbed tight, relentless circles over her clit, forcing her to the edge, holding her there until she shattered.

Her entire body tensed.

Then, she trembled violently, squirting all over him, her release coating his cock, her thighs shaking as she cried out, completely wrecked.

A strangled moan tore from her lips, her throat vibrating around Sunghoon as her walls clenched around Heeseung, holding him in a vice grip.

“Fuck—fuck,” Heeseung groaned, his pace stuttering for just a moment, his grip on her hips tightening.

Even after slowing his thrusts, he could still feel it—see it. Y/N was still squirting, her body trembling violently beneath him, completely and utterly wrecked.

His dark gaze flickered downward, watching the way she spasmed, the slickness coating his length, dripping down her thighs.

He smirked, voice deep, breathless. “Fuck, baby… you’re still squirting?”

Y/N whimpered weakly, her body shuddering, overstimulated—until, finally, it stopped.

A slow, open-mouthed kiss was pressed against her breast, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her flushed skin.

“You’re our good little plaything, aren’t you?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, staring down at the mess she had made, the way her thighs still quivered, slick dripping onto Heeseung.

“Holy shit,” he panted.

Sunghoon groaned, his teeth gritting together, his fingers curling around Y/N’s damp hair as he struggled to hold himself back.

“Fuck—I’m gonna—”

Heeseung cut him off, his voice smooth, a warning.

“Not yet, Hoon.”

Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his entire body stiff with restraint. He groaned, reluctantly pulling back, his cock twitching in his fist as he forced himself to hold back, his breath ragged.

Y/N gasped for air, her lips red and swollen, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as Heeseung’s relentless thrusts continued to rock her.

Jake, who had been watching intently, smirked as he reached out, dragging his thumb across her spit-soaked lips.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate. I can’t take this anymore. Come on, Hee.”

Heeseung merely chuckled, his control unwavering.

Heeseung hummed, amusement lacing his tone. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

He drew out his next thrust, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him as he finally pulled out, groaning at the slickness coating his length.

Jay exhaled, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as he drank in the sight before him.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, fisting his cock at the sight of Y/N’s wrecked, trembling form.

“God, you’re such a mess,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect like this.”

Y/N could barely register their words, her mind clouded with pleasure, her body still pulsing from the intensity of her orgasm.

From the side, Sunghoon tilted his head, his smirk widening.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice was teasing, dark. “Getting fucked stupid while we all use you?”

A desperate, broken whimper left her lips, her thighs twitching at his words.

Heeseung let out a quiet hum of amusement, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him.

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath.

Because now—it was their turn.

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: it's a new week

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Your phone buzzes against your leg, ripping you back to reality. Your eyes widen and drift away from the stream of font. You sit up and mark the page with your finger as you reach for the jittering cell.

You scramble to grab onto it and hesitate to hit the big green button. The screen doesn't look like usual, not that you get many calls. You tap the button and the image changes at once, Bucky startling you as he appears.

"Hey, doll," he grins and winks at you, moving the camera to lean against something. "How's it going?"

"Uhhhh," you drone, surprised. He can see you too. You know by the little reflection of yourself in the corner. "Hi. Fine." You put the book down with no mind to losing the page, "um, you?"

"You busy, doll?"

"Reading but... no."

"Mm," he hums, "glad to see you enjoying your treats but... no pajamas?"

He steps back and you get a view of him from waist up, the edge of a counter in the lower edge. You pout then give a sheepish smile, "sorry, I haven't... had a chance."

"That's okay, doll, I just wanted a peek before I went to work," he undoes his shirt button by button and pulls it off, revealing his muscular torso. You gulp at the lines of his muscle along his stomach, "why don't you put them on now and give me a look."

"Oh, uh..." you glance at the wall. It's late. You're pretty sure Roxie already left for work and your mom will probably be settling down. "Right, uh..."

"Just want something to think of when I walk the floor," he purrs.

"Sure, er," you nearly choke, "I'll just-- one sec."

"I can wait, doll. I've been waiting, haven't I?" He purrs.

You feel a pang of guilt. You place the phone down so the lens faces the ceiling and climb off the bed. He's given you a lot, too much honestly, and now you feel like you owe him. It isn't fair to take his kindness without anything in return. And he isn't asking much, is he?

You dig in the bag, the crinkle loud as the only other noise is the subtle movement from his end. You fish out the soft pajamas and peer over, making certain the phone is still flat. You change far away from it, paranoid.

You look down at yourself in the tank and shorts. Oh gosh. It's a lot less than you usually wear. Your legs are showing, your shoulders, and a bit of your tummy.

"Doll?" He says and you flinch.

"I don't know... I don't think it fits."

"I'm sure it fits just nice," he insists, "show me."

"Oh, uh..."

"I'm just looking, doll, I'll only think of what I really wanna do," he snickers.

You cross back to the bed and pick up the phone, careful to stay out of view. You turn back and prop it up on the dresser, overly aware of the unflattering angle as you do. You give a wide-eyed look and back up so you're all in frame.

You hug yourself shyly and sway.

"Let me see ya," he orders.

You put your arms straight and notice how he leans in to look at the screen, smoothing his hair back. He keeps his hands over his dark strands and growls. A flutter starts in your stomach.

"What do you mean too small? That fits your perfect," he says.

"I... really?"

"Sure, doll," he turns and you realise he's getting ready.

He combs his hair stands straight. He grabs a new shirt and buttons it as he peeks again. You near the camera and move it so he can only see your face.

"Damn, doll, I'm gonna be all over the place," he says, "you're so sweet and sexy."

"Bucky," you squeak.

"I don't lie. That's the one thing you should know about me. I will always let you know exactly what I want."

You blush hotly and a tap on the door nearly makes you drop the phone. You hide it behind you and shuffle closer. You clear your throat.

"Uh, yeah?" You call through.

"Hey, honey, everything okay in there?" She asks. Shoot, she must have heard you.

"I'm watching something," your heart hammers, "sorry, I'll turn it down."

"It's alright, honey. Just thought I heard you..."

"No, just a show," you wisp out.

You quickly back away and go as far from the door as you can. You look down at the phone as Bucky tucks in his shirt. Ugh, that was embarrassing. He heard all that; surely he must realise how lame you are.

"Mom sounds real sweet," he says, "must be where you get it."

"She's working tomorrow. Don't wanna keep her up," you explain quietly.

"That's too bad, doll. I'll just have to keep waiting... wanting," he shrugs and pulls on a dark jacket, "what do ya think? Look good?"

He poses for the camera. He looks great, as always. You feel smaller than ever.

"Yes," you answer softly.

"Yes? That's it?" He sounds disappointed.

"Very handsome," you eke out.

"Handsome?" He squints as he picks up the phone.

"Er," you search your repertoire and borrow from his, "sexy?"

"Are you asking or telling me?" He chuckles.

You giggle. You don't think you've ever told anyone they are sexy. You've never been that bold.

"Yes."

"Yes?" He laughs.

"You're, er, oh, sexy," you touch your hot cheek and look away.

"You are adorable, doll," he growls, "that's exactly what I need to hear." He grazes his fingertips over his beard, "unfortunately I gotta get on it so... tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," you confirm.

"Don't worry about a thing, doll, just bring your gorgeous self."

🃏

The next day is restless. It's worse having hours to wait around for... what? You don't know.

You spend your time reading, or trying to. Breakfast is small, what your roiling stomach can handle, and you put on an outfit that you think is acceptable, not that you have much to choose from. It might be strange if your mom or Roxie notice the lack of uniform. You could say you change at work?

Ugh, lie after lie. It's all so much.

You don't get very far in the book and your phone buzzes, a reminder from Bucky that your fate is coming. You grab your purse and sit out on the stoop, the sunlight beaming down. It would be a nice say if you were so damn uptight.

Merv pulls up in the sleek luxury car and you get up, checking over your shoulder to see if there's any curious tug on the curtain. Your mom's already at work but Roxie is puttering around somewhere. She could be sleeping or not.

Merv gets out to greet you. He opens the door and you thank him. He sits in the driver's seat and Springsteen drones from the radio. You smile as he shifts into gear.

"I know this one," you say.

"Of course, a classic," he praises. "And how are you today, miss?"

"Good, you, sir?"

He laughs as he steers, "very good, miss. And how could I not be." He peeks at you in the rear view, "with sunshine in my backseat."

You smile bashfully and cross your legs. You can't help the shake in your foot. You're more and more nervous with each second and turn of the wheel.

As if noticing your unease, he turns up the music, "I like this one too."

You sigh and ease into the drumbeat. The tempo keeps your heartbeat in check. You're thankful for his subtle comfort.

You turn to watch through the tinted windows. You never noticed how scenic this city is. You never went many places to have the chance.

He keeps the volume up and you let it carry you through the long journey across the city. He pulls up to the casino and steers around to the hotel entrance. You peer through then back at him in confusion. He turns the knob down.

"Mr. Barnes says to give your name at the desk," Merv instructs, "have a good day."

"Thanks, you too," you unbuckle the seat belt and sidle across to the door.

You get out with reticence. Staring up at the grand facade, you're more unsure than you've ever been. You've come this far, you have to keep going. You really have no choice as Merv slowly rolls away.

You step forward. It doesn't get easier the further you get. Your pulse hammers behind your ear as you enter the lobby and a flash of deja vu overcomes you. That night with Roxie, the morning after, and everything since. How does it all feel as if it happened so fast and yet so long ago?

You go to the desk, feeling entirely out of place. What if Merv is wrong and you shouldn't be there? What if they just look at you and laugh? No choice, keep going.

You stop on the other side of the desk and give a stiff smile.

"Hello, welcome, checking in?" The modelesque concierge asks. She's stunning and you're all the more self-aware.

"Uh, I think? My name is..."

She keeps her pristine smile in place and her eyes lights up. She doesn't even bother typing into her computer. She flits away and returns with one of little folders with the room keys inside. Oh, this is really happening.

You thank her and slowly back away. You make a slow advance towards the elevator and wait beside a couple with their suitcases. You step on with them, avoiding a glimpse through the transparent walls.

You unfold the folio and read the number, pushing the floor number, then stand back on your heels. You keep your eyes on the door, the motion alone making you dizzy.

The couple gets off before you. When it's your floor, you thankfully scramble off and take a deep breath. You once more check the number and follow the hallways to your assigned suite.

You swipe the card several times, you still don't have the hang of it. The door opens and you enter meekly. You focus on every move. Shut the door, slip the card back in the folder, put it down on the corner table.

You look up at last and let yourself marvel at the suite as you delve further in. The smell of pollen greets you with a large bouquet of roses. The suite is huge, even bigger than last time. Two rooms just the same and a full kitchenette and spacious bathroom. You don't go onto the balcony, not wanting to test your stomach.

You go back inside and glance over the table draped in a red tablecloth beneath the crystal vase of flowers. There's also a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries and various colours of macarons. You've never had the delicate cookies before but you'd watch countless recipe videos, wishing on day to try them yourself.

There's an envelope too. You take it and run your nail along the sealed flap. You open it carefully and slip out the card within.

'Enjoy yourself, doll. I'll join you shortly. B.'

As if on cue, there's a knock on the door. Oh gosh, you're not ready. What does he mean? Join you? You hoped for a little long before... before...

You stand frozen but when the door doesn't open itself, you go to answer it. You slowly twist the long handle and open it just a crack. You peer around the edge and blink in confusion.

"Hello, dahling," the woman's affectation drags out her syllables, "well look at you, how precious."

She presses on the door and you let her force her way in. You're dumbfounded. Who the heck is she? Another long-legged beauty you can't compare too.

"Lovely hair," she remarks as she closes the door without a care, "oh, and your skin, yes, perfect canvas..."

"Sorry, er, I think you have the wrong room--"

"Mr. Barnes sent me, dahling," she trills in her way, "and I see you are very much in need of my visit so let's begin. Mm, yes, I have a vision," she struts forward, a rose gold chest in her hand, "not very much, you have a natural lustre I adore."

You retreat as she advances on you. She lifts her chest onto the chaise and flips back the lid, revealing an assortment of precisely organized palettes and tubes. You're horrified and humiliated as you realise why she's there. Maybe you aren't as pretty as Bucky keeps telling you.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #fic #bucky barnes x reader #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #casino au #avengers #winter soldier #captain america #marvel #mcu #all in

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 2 years ago

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Wow! As the header says, my blog just went past 5k followers - I'd like to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who hopped on for this journey; I'm having the time of my life sharing my writing with you all.

In celebration and as a way to have a little fun - I'll be opening my inbox for a day and letting those who want to send in something fill it up!

Now, I know you're probably asking yourself 'Hal, I thought you said requests are going to be closed so you can finish the ones you have and work on the AUs?' And you'd be correct - I did say that. I'm not going to be writing full-length works for this event.

To anyone who sends something in (and follows the rules I have in place on my Request Form (be sure to check it even if you've already read it, I added some more characters and other stuff)) I'll be writing one-to-two page drabbles!

All this being said, after this post is uploaded I'll be opening my inbox up to anyone who would want to participate and closing it exactly one day after!

Thank you again for being the best community ever - I'm incredibly lucky to be surrounded by kind and respectful individuals as well as mutuals who are mind-numbingly sweet. I could not have achieved all of this without you; I think that's beautiful.

This post will also serve as the Masterlist for all of the expected drabbles, so if you'd like to keep updated on what's going to be happening/being written soon, this would be a good place to hang out!

ALL COMPLETED AS OF 11/5/2023

IMAGES USED: A black retriever in an extensive mountainous landscape by Maud Earl & L'angelo, la morte e il diavolo by Roberto Ferri || TOTAL: 5

➣The Perfect One

╰┈➤ ❝ [He stares at the rings under the glass with an acute narrowness to his eyes. He inspects every one as if a bomb might go off at any second, not missing a single detail in the metal.] ❞

➣Get In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Coming home with bruises and stitched wounds, you drag him into the bathroom to wash away the memories.] ❞

➣Hum Me A Tune, Blue-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [You listen to his heartbeat as he keeps you to his chest, his breath tickling your hair.] ❞

➣Here Now

╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

➣Burst Veins

╰┈➤ ❝ [He never noticed you weren't behind him.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Fallen Angel by Roberto Ferri & Nature of Fear by Nicola Samori || TOTAL: 5

➣Nervous Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [No one understands how you two get along - not when you're so different. It makes you second-guess yourself. He notices.] ❞

➣Blood Like Obsidian

╰┈➤ ❝ [Simon can only fight against so many nurses as they shove him back from your operation room.] ❞

➣Supposed To Happen

╰┈➤ ❝ [You died and left him a child he had no idea existed. How can he even begin to try and understand?] ❞

➣Digging Gaze

╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

➣Sole Survivor

╰┈➤ ❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

IMAGES USED: White and Black by Vadim Gorbatov & Saint Augustine by Philippe de Champaigne || TOTAL: 7

➣Didn't Mean It

╰┈➤ ❝ [Arguments are rare, certainly ones that leave you in tears.] ❞

➣Him, Her, and the Dog

╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

➣Drunken Sappiness

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can't say you've ever had a boyfriend as perfect as Kyle.] ❞

➣How Do You Listen To That?

╰┈➤ ❝ [It was three a.m. when you all got the call to load up, but what's the best way to wake both yourself and the Sergeant up?] ❞

➣Finally Broken

╰┈➤ ❝ [Childhood friends turned lovers. The realization was far more violent and instantaneous than you'd like to admit.] ❞

➣Don't Look At Her

╰┈➤ ❝ [The bomb starts ticking down, rapidly firing to zero. Gaz won't let Price near you. Not after he'd remembered the Captain's actions when they'd first met.] ❞

➣In His Head

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of his SFW and NSFW quirks.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Scene from the Great Flood by Joseph-Désiré Court & Saint Jerome in Prayer by Carlo Dolci || TOTAL: 7

➣Life Snaps By In Flashes

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

➣Heart-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [Being a medic wasn't pretty, but when your boyfriend was the subject under your needle you can't help but enjoy his unwavering gaze. Today, he has something to share with you.] ❞

➣From Ten To Twenty & Beyond

╰┈➤ ❝ [You've known him ever since the incident on the playground, and now you can't help but imagine that same boy as you watch him make supper with flour in his hair.] ❞

➣Find Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're finally back in One-Four-One's hands, but that doesn't mean you're saved. Johnny tracks you down after a violent episode.] ❞

➣Still The Same Fools

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.] ❞

➣Is This Why?

╰┈➤ ❝ [He finally sees why you never introduced him to your parents.] ❞

➣Oblivious Pining

╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

IMAGES USED: King Gustav III of Sweden and His Brothers by Alexander Roslin & Geography lesson by Eduard Karl Gustav Lebrecht Pistorius || TOTAL: 6

KEEGAN P. RUSS:

➣Paint The Dawn; Paint My Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [In the midst of war and death, there's little time for pleasure. All you had was a ripped-up sketchbook to call your own, its contents littered with the rough face of your comrade.] ❞

➣Hold Her Close

╰┈➤ ❝ [Keegan cares for his young daughter.] ❞

➣When The Fighting Stops & The Silence Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Continuation of (Don't) Go To War: the aftermath of recovery and a budding relationship.] ❞

➣Movies and Stale Popcorn

╰┈➤ ❝ [Oak and Keegan finally get to watch that movie.] ❞

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER:

➣To The Boy of My Childhood

╰┈➤ ❝ [Ten years came and went fast, but the memory of the Walker boys stayed. One more than the other. You never got to tell him you loved him.] ❞

➣Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio & Amor Vincit Omnia by Caravaggio || TOTAL: 17

CAPTAIN JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH:

➣New Paint

╰┈➤ ❝ [Fighting to forget you, MacTavish finds comfort in whoever he can. Yet, like the layers of paint on the walls, it always peels back to you.] ❞

➣A Song of Gnashing Teeth

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was never a day where the two of you weren't butting heads - everyone was at their wit's end. Of course, you would both be forced to cooperate at some point.] ❞

➣Listen To My Voice

╰┈➤ ❝ [He orders you to focus on him as the sounds outside the cell get closer. He promises nothing will happen to you. You know he's lying.] ❞

➣Look At The Stars; Look At Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [Stargazing in the middle of an overgrown and wild glade.] ❞

➣Alive and Breathing

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're sick. Very sick. John takes drastic action.] ❞

➣I Can See It In Your Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [It's finally time to meet the family.] ❞

➣A Green-Eyed Monster

╰┈➤ ❝ [You'd slept together, sure. No strings attached. Then why are you trying to make him jealous? Who cares, the point is that it's working.] ❞

SERGEANT GARY 'ROACH' SANDERSON:

➣Dance With Me Before The Chill Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Tired? Yes, but he's never too tired for you and your loveliness. But maybe you need to remember to lock the door when you're home alone.] ❞

➣Raining Cats and Dogs

╰┈➤ ❝ [Roach has a deep love of storms.] ❞

OPERATION OFFICER ALEX KELLER:

➣Bright-Eyed History Lesson

╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS:

➣Hold Me Longer

╰┈➤ ❝ [Mornings spent in the sanctity of warm sunlight and bare skin.] ❞

SERGEANT MAJOR RODOLFO 'RUDY' PARRA:

➣A Love Like Ours Makes Us Strong

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rodolfo came back, alive but bruised. How do you explain how terrified you were?] ❞

COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES:

➣Sleeping On The Porch

╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞

➣Love Echoes In Silence

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can feel him watching you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile. Humming to yourself, you listen to the birds outside the window.] ❞

SEBASTIAN JOSEF KRUEGER:

➣Ain't Giving Up My Pride

╰┈➤ ❝ [You get on his nerves, partially because you want to. But what happens when he finally snaps?] ❞

ALL 141 INCLUDED (SEPARATE):

➣Count The Hours

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of what the One-Four-One do on their down-hours with their Lovers] ❞

➣Wide-Eyed Panic

╰┈➤ ❝ [Why were you behind the couch?] ❞

#halcyone updates #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #cod x female reader #5k celebration #cod masterlist

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utdr-fractured · 1 month ago

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G R E E T I N G S : )

This is the blog for the UTDR Fractured AU.

Keep Reading For More Info

In this pinned post you with find the links to the released pages, FAQ's, and rules for asks. This post will be updated regularly to keep things organized.

SUMMARY

During one of their visits to the Dark World, Kris and Susie find that two humans had mysteriously appeared from seemingly nowhere. Unsure of what else to do, Kris beings them back to Hometown to figure out who they are, where they came from, and more importantly, why they were covered in dust. With nowhere else to go, the two are essentially adopted into the Dreemurr family until they can figure out how to get back home.

MASTERPOST

Prologue

Page 1 - 2

Page 3

Page 4

Page 5

Page 6

RELATED TAGS (WIP, still tagging older posts)

Looking for something specific within this blog? Here's a list of tags that could help you narrow things down.

#Consequences: Posts that have/will directly impact the comic in one way or another

#Influences: Posts that have/will influence one or more of the characters in the comic. This could be influencing a character's actions or their psyche.

#Mod Answers: Answers that I personally answer

#KFC Answers: Answers that any of the KFC gang answers (These are illustrated answers)

#Utdr Fractured: Uploaded pages for the Fractured comic.

ABOUT THE MOD (COMING SOON)

Figured for anyone who is interested to know more about the person creating the comic, I'll give a little bit of info!

FAQ'S AND CLARIFICATIONS

When does the comic upload?

Ideally, every Friday at 6AM CST…. But you know… Life can get in the way sometimes!

When does Fractured take place?

The beginning of this comic begins after the events of Deltarune chapter 2, and eventually branches off into its own route during Chapter 3 and 4. (That is unless Chapters 3 and 4 completely destroy my theories/plot line, but that’s something to worry about on June 5th!)

How does controlling the KFC gang work?

At the beginning of this AU, Kris is controlled by one player while Frisk and Chara are controlled by another. The connection to these two players are lost/corrupted in the beginning few chapters and that leaves the three open to any and all players (you, the readers) to take control or influence their actions regardless of any resets or saves. The words you comment on posts, the questions you ask, and the answers you give in polls can impact what happens in the story. Not everything will have an influence but it will always have a chance to.

How will you know what has influenced the story?

I will respond directly stating that it will have an impact. Most of the time I will state how it will influence the story, however, I do want to keep some things secret occasionally.

How do the players communicate to Kris, Frisk and Chara?

Players are able to communicate to them primarily through any screen such as a tv, computer, phone, ect. On occasion they can communicate to them via ominous voices inside their heads. Otherwise, players can not directly interact with their world and will not have a physical appearance. I should also add that only the KFC gang are able to see or hear the players' messages. No one else is able to.

RULES FOR ASKS & INFLUENCING THE STORY

In this AU, Frisk and Chara are 12 and THEY ARE NONBINARY so anything inappropriate, rude, or offensive will be deleted immediately.

I’m trying to stay as canon as possible, however, if your ask includes fangames or other AU’s (ex: Undertale Red and Yellow) I will try to work it into the story if I can. I’m not very knowledgeable about other AU’s but I’m willing to at least try.

Considering that I’m basically running both an ask blog and uploading a comic, I may not be able to answer right away. Please be patient with me, I’m doing my best over here…

#Drawing such a happy picture of them makes me sad that there's an alternate version to this photo #deltarune #undertale #undertale comic #deltarune comic #deltarune fanart #undertale fanart #utdr fractured #utdr au #deltarune au #undertale au #deltarune tomorrow #undertale frisk #chara dreemurr #kris dreemurr #masterpost #faq post

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yuurei20 · 2 months ago

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Will you update your UM post now that Ace's has been revealed?

Hello hello! Thank you so much for this reminder! ❤️ The Unique Magics and Incantations page has now been updated with Ace!

You may have been seeing varying interpretations of what Ace's chant/UM name is in English, and there are grammar reasons for this 👀

The name of the UM has actually already appeared on EN at least twice in two different contexts, but translated differently!

More under the cut for spoilers ^^

Ace's literal UM (the secret meaning, not its pronunciation of Joker Snatch) is 切り札頂戴, which means "Give the 切り札"！

The phrase has appeared both in the summoning for Ace's dorm uniform card and in the new title that he was assigned with Book 7, and it was written differently in both places on EN: "ace in the hole" in one and "Ace of Hearts" in the other!

On JP it is always 切り札, which means something like a trump card: a thing you keep in reserve that all but guarantees your success in a competition, or an argument, or a challenge, like a secret weapon that can turn the tide of a situation in your favor ❤️

EN went with "ace in the hole," which means the same thing, but then didn't go with either for Ace's title and rewrote it as "Ace of Hearts," instead, losing this connection to what we now know is Ace's UM (it is not impossible that Aniplex USA just did not know this was coming--more here->).

Ace's incantation is also a curious thing to try and put into English!

He says that he will be receiving "your とっておき" (totteoki)!

A とっておき is also something that is saved for only special times but it different from a trump card: it is not about winning but about a cherished thing that is being held in reserve, like a special restaurant that you only go to sometimes, or a certain treat that you save for special occasions.

I have translated it as "special thing" above, but that is maybe simplifying it to the point of losing some nuance 💦

It is close to, "You know that thing that is so precious to you that you keep it in reserve for special occasions? I'll be taking that!" ❤️

There is a great example of とっておき in Ruggie's loungewear vignette, where he says he will be using his とっておき eyeshadow, as it is his birthday. Something special that he has been saving for an equally special moment!

#twstask #twisted wonderland

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aftgficrec · 2 months ago

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Anonymous asked: Hiiii is there any andreil fics with a medieval or post apocalyptic setting? thank you in advance

We are pretty loose with what constitutes medieval and tend to include fics with swords and steeds unless the author specifies a different time period. For more stories and pairings try these ao3 aftg tag searches: royalty here, kings and kingdoms here, fairy tales here, medieval here, and fantasy here.

Andreil apocalypse aus will follow in another post. -A

previous recs:

‘An Assassin's Guide to Romance’ here

‘eclipse’ here

‘The boy is a pipe dream’ here

‘Vanilla Twilight’ here

‘All the King's Men’ here

‘On the Edge of a Knife’ here

‘One page prompts’ ch 6, ‘Admirers And Visitors,’ ‘Knights of the Fox Table,’ ‘Silver, Secrets and Steel’ series, and ‘this isn't home (but it's close enough)’ in our foxes with swords! ask

you may also like:

‘That One Time Neil Ended Up In a Fairy Tale’ series here (updated)

‘Winter Woes’ series here

‘If I Don't Keep Up My Light’ here

our tags for medieval, royalty, historical, dragons, fantasy, and fairy tales

A Cruel Twist of Fate by nvrhrdofhm [Rated M, 10941 Words, Complete, AFTG Reverse Big Bang 2024]

Twenty years ago, Aaron’s mother had become pregnant, the father was unknown, even to herself. Fearing for what the birth would mean for her future, she sought counsel from a soothsayer. She stole away in the middle of the night and received the curse; “Started as one but separated soon. A reflection of the other, always to be doomed. Stolen too early, returned far too late. The two’s lives will be a cruel twist of fate.” A fantasy AU focused on the Minyard twins. It's a short but fun time. Yes, I know that sounds like an innuendo, let's just ignore that.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

NB: fic art by @flightyfoxart here

Reign & Fall by maydaykevin [Rated M, 32847 Words, Complete, 2017]

“It is quite simple what I am asking of you, Neil.” Stuart’s voice, however pleasant, was laced with an underlying venom. “Retrieve what they have wrongfully taken.” Neil is given a quest. Chaos ensues.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: canonical character death, tw: blood/gore, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: choking, tw: noncon kiss

NB: the major character death tag refers to a series villain

Land of Reverence series by shadowdreams [Rated G/T, Collection, 2 complete works, Updated 2022]

Part 1: Would You Rescue Me [G, 37691 Words] Previously recced here His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Nathaniel of Baltimore has been tasked with rescuing the shy Princess of Palmetto from a dragon as part of a marriage ritual as old as time. The only problem? That’s definitely not a princess waiting for him in a dingy cave in the mountainside.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Part 2: I'll be there anytime you call [T, 31264 Words] Previously recced here “You have to go back to Baltimore.” Andrew looked up at his brother, halting his move to reach for one of the water pitchers. Watching Aaron nervously shift in place, Andrew took in the uncomfortable silence settling over the large room they all had gathered in. This couldn’t be good. Or, what happens after Andrew and Neil finally make it to Palmetto after the Royal Liberation.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced abuse

All for the Royal Court by AL_fiction [Rated T, 75902 Words, Complete, 2023]

Previously recced here

“Abram has recently fled to Palmetto, the capital city of the vast country of Foxcourt after the loss of his mother in Troy. Earning himself the title Library Thief and a wanted poster with his name on it in his first few days, Abram survives by pickpocketing and hiding, skills he's gotten good at on the run. This all changes when he gets himself hired by Day, Head Assistant to King Wymack himself

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: graphic injuries, tw: blood/gore, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: canonical character death

Queens by Fire_Bear [Rated M, 10110 Words, Incomplete, Updated 2020]

The courts of the kingdoms hold great power, from the rooks to the bishops, the knights to the kings. But none are as powerful as the queens. Anyone with the magical power levels of a queen is highly sought after in the courts. They are coveted, revered, feared, hated, loved - and trapped. There was once a kingdom that held four queens, some hidden, others known.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

Of Dark Wizards & Knights by justdk [Rated T, 3400 Words, Complete, Andreil Week 2019]

Previously recced here

Neil just wants to live in his cave and do magic and raise his cute little fox kits but nooooo. In which Neil meets the legendary Sam of Wilds, Tiggy, and Gary... and a short knight with blonde hair and great arms

tw: scars

Of Solstice Sweets & Kisses justdk [Rated T, 1940 Words, Complete, 2020]

A companion piece to Of Dark Wizards & Knights, above

When Andrew had asked for leave to visit Neil, he had not expected them to spend the entire day roaming the Dark Woods collecting branches, greenery, holly, nuts, and rocks. He had assumed they would spend the day and night tucked away in Neil’s cave, eating, cuddling in the surprisingly comfortable nest of furs, and playing with Sir and King, Neil’s domesticated foxes. Neil had assured him that all of that was still on the menu but that first he needed to prepare for his annual Solstice rituals. [or magical Midwinter fluff]

pre relationship andreil

Doubt Truth To Be a Liar by sunrise_and_death [Rated T, 793 Words, Complete, Andreil Week 2018, Locked]

It was the ghost that tipped Neil off. Or, a snapshot of All for the Game meets Hamlet.

tw: implied/referenced murder

becomings by jemwrites [Rated M, 3310 Words, Complete, 2020]

A Witcher, a Mage, a Fox Cub, a Warmonger: four individuals in a horrifying world, and how they came to be. (In other words: how Andrew became a monster, how neil became a sorcerer, how Kevin became a legacy and how Riko's bloodthirst will lead to chasing all three) No knowledge of The Witcher (tv show, game or book) required.

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: child abandonment, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture

Art

Aftg, Empire and palace dramas AU art by @anthemisarts: headcanons and character sketches | Lady Renee and Lady Allison | Kevin, the young emperor | Neil, a fugitive prince | Andrew and Neil first meeting preview | Andrew, knight of the fox kingdom detains a suspicious Neil

AFTG Royalty/Medieval AU art by @nicknizzard: Andrew swearing his oath to Neil | Aftg medieval AU part 2 | KevAaron in the medieval AU | more Medieval Andreil

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dogtoling · 6 months ago

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General life- and blog update , since I assume at least a few people might have been wondering where I've been and what i've been up to recently. I obviously haven't been posting or drawing much this year in general. This will probably be an important post if you care about stuff on this blog, and I already rambled on Sheezy, but that site isn't very populated yet and it's also very good at hiding journals so let's just ramble again...

The summary of this post if you hate reading: I'm heavily considering just stepping away from Splatoon. That decision obviously would affect this blog (mostly, my OCs, which is kinda most of the blog at this point). I don't think the blog itself will go anywhere, and I'll probably use it for something in the future... alternatively i'll cherry pick stuff from here into an archive for people who like the worldbuilding.

Longer post under cut:

So what have I been up to this year? The answer is quite simple: NOTHING. Like, actually absolutely nothing. Aside from Art Fight, this has probably been one of my worst art output years of all time, which is really frustrating. That's between my horrendous mental health and depression chasms this year and a complete lack of both focus and inspiration (which can also get chalked down to the depression to a degree, yeah). So the very real reason to why there hasn't been much activity on this blog this year is because I just haven't Done Anything in general.

Now because I know there will be a few people who think "that's fine! you shouldn't judge yourself based on productivity!" you're right! I also agree. However the issue for me specifically is that most (if not all) the time I spend NOT drawing or creating, I spend sitting around wishing I could start drawing or creating, because that is like the 1 thing that keeps me sane on this freaking earth. Unfortunately coming up with OC scenarios in my head doesn't really result in output I can feel fulfilled by in any form as much as I wish it did, lol.

Now; The Issue. It doesn't take a genius to see that if you spend 9 months trying to finish like a dozen OC pages that you COULD do in a week or 2 if you wanted to, then there's probably more than just the problem of executive dysfunction (even though that's at least 60% of it for sure). Obviously my other major problem is that I live by imaginary rules and structures that make sense, but aren't actually useful at ALL in reality and are more than a hindrance if anything (the mental to do-list in my head that says i can't do X until I've done Y doesn't do very much if task Y takes 10 months and I also don't want to do it, and it also has no structured ending).

How does this tie into stepping away from Splatoon, you may ask. Well, the issue is that I have foreseeably fallen out of love with the series. Which isn't exactly news lol. Currently, I'm not even sure i will get the next game, if and when the time comes. Yes, the loss of interest is also expected, given that Splatoon 3 has ended and every fandom has this kind of downtime and lukewarm in-between-titles period. But the truth is that modern Splatoon (almost 10 years old!!!!) is tangibly different from the way the series was back when I fell in love with it. That was Splatoon 1, and while the series has improved in a lot of aspects and is thriving, it's grown in a direction that I just don't really like. Splatoon 3 had the most freaking horrendous, immersion breaking story mode they could've done, then they followed it up with a DLC story that was pretty cool but also compounded a lot of my fears about the series' future and played into every single thing i do not want Splatoon stories to be - fully character focused, random fucking villain, mundane event that's unrealistically world-threatening just because a kids video game needs a scary climax even though it's immersion breaking AGAIN, the whole thing taking place in cyberspace and thus offering basically no worldbuilding even though there is SO MUCH WORLD. I COULD GO ON.

The gist of it is that nowadays, rather than playing Splatoon and being inspired and excited at what comes next, I mostly find myself dreading what dumbass plot they will do next to throw a wrench in the otherwise good stuff. And when that's like THE main approach I have to what's supposed to be my favorite series, it is HARROWING. I can't even really blame the game for this; the story is NOT its selling point, the developers probably do their best to get the bits to us that they really want to tell, and at the end of the day the game is unfortunately a product. Worldbuilding for Splatoon is fun to a point. It's less fun when in order to actually write or create something coherent, instead of filling in the blanks, the blanks are 90% of the freaking thing. At that point you're just better off making something of your own instead of being anchored onto an IP that gives more problems than answers and occasionally shoots you with like a machine gun. Working in the realm of Splatoon is frustrating because more often than not, the questions I have ARE NOT MINE TO ANSWER, and the likelihood that the specific-ass questions I need answers to will ever be actually addressed is really low.

Tying this back to my OCs. Obviously I love my OCs more than I love myself which admittedly isn't that high of a bar but you get the point. The problem is that I spend a lot of time mulling over worldbuilding that, again, frankly isn't mine to do. Because if I want it to be Splatoon, then it should be mostly accurate to how Splatoon is! But the problem with that is that there's really not THAT MUCH worldbuilding in the series that you can work with, and most of the core game mechanics are just abstract enough that it's actually horrendous to try and come up with workarounds and ways for things to make sense that don't require just constructing a full knockoff version mirror dimension of the game and saying fuck everything that's in place here because Inkopolis Plaza literally has no roads in or out of there and I have no fucking idea how that's allowed when your only option is to jump the fence (or, nowadays, take the train which also isnt connected to a street as far as I remember). Between the face value issue and the lack of REALLY IMPORTANT worldbuilding, like - I will always come back to this - THE INK TANK'S FUNCTION 10 YEARS DOWN THE LINE - there's a goddamn ocean of plot holes and things that end up being obstacles to creativity rather than inspiration. I feel like I'm pretty solidly at the point (and have been for a while) where hanging onto Splatoon is really only contributing to creativity block and frustration with lack of freedom and the ability to actually do things.

So I guess those are my reasonings that I've put together just sitting here for the time being. The TL;DR is that I wish I could just do stuff without Splatoon's canon getting in the way, which is a really stupid problem to have if you're making Splatoon OCs. I feel this frustration extremely strongly every time I have to work with actual bigger aspects of the world; we still don't have an Inkopolis map, we don't know what the world around Inkopolis looks like, we don't know what the wilderness is like aside from Just Normal Forest and Desert and very few snippets as to what modern wildlife MIGHT be, I still don't know how the fuck the Inklings teleport to the goddamn arctic ocean to play a turf war at Shipshape Cargo co. These are all actually really important things if you're trying to establish a setting in any kind of storytelling that's outside of immediate city bounds (and even there, you need to know the layout of the city and its important areas). Also a fucking mutant bear and a baby salmon and a squid not wearing suitable gear went to space and fought on a rocket in space. These are some things that would give me peace of mind to not have to deal with in my own writing, probably.

So where do we go from here? Unsure. I haven't really made a decision on this front yet, though right now I'm leaning more towards actually going ahead with trying to do my own thing. That will result in obvious design and setting changes for my OCs whenever I get around to it. This blog probably won't go anywhere (again, unless I impulse delete it during a mood swing like i've almost done on like three separate occasions this year), but it will probably get less use, and I will probably end up making a new blog to post about whatever I end up doing once I get to a point where it feels like it makes sense. There's a chance that I will delete this blog and put all the interesting stuff on an archive blog for the people who are here just for the worldbuilding. My actual true passion for a long time now hasn't even been Splatoon anymore, it's just been cephalopods. I'm kind of done having Splatoon get in the way of the cephalopods, as thankful as I am that it introduced me to them...

If you read this to the end heres a treat for you = 🍪

#rambles

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pkmn-redirect · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2 - Page 24

First | Previous | Next | Latest Index (chapter 3 info under cut)

Chapter 2 has finally concluded! A whole 8 pages longer than the first!! Woo!! I have a feeling they may just get longer as we get more into the story haha. Oh well! Like last time, I'll be taking a break between chapters to rest a little, get the plot points for the next chapter more polished, and try to get a solid backlog of pages ready. Going to take about of month off- POSSIBLY a month and a half? Depends on how well prepping the chapter goes (I have doomed myself by setting it in ancient Ecruteak City and am not as familiar with classic Japanese architecture as I would like hahaha- time to find some refs and do a bunch of studies!). Either way- it will be back in mid-late November! That DOESN'T mean that the comic feed will be quiet though! Like last time, there's a between chapter Interlude page that will be going up on October 11th! And after that, I plan to post some behind the scenes development stuff on days that the comic would normally update- so if folks want to they can get a look at how I put this together. If folks are interested, I could also open up the ask box for a little while? Do a bit of Q&A for comic related things (I won't be answering anything too spoilery, but you're welcome to ask!). And since it has been asked for (and rightfully so, this thing is getting long and difficult to navigate) I've compiled a pinned masterpost to make navigation easier for folks on mobile. There's been an Index Page set up for the web version since the beginning- unfortunately it's hard to get to normally on mobile, so a lot of folks didn't have an easy way to thumb through pages, and that's no good! So- fixed! I'm also in the process of going back and putting "Prev", "Next", "Read from the Beginning", and "Latest" links on each page update. Which honestly I SHOULD have been doing from the start, but hey- live and learn I suppose? Also ALSO am going to see about getting the Neocities page for the comic that I started months ago more finished so it has its own home away from Social Media- but that's a bit lower priority at the moment haha.

But yeah! Honestly, thank you all so much for reading! The response to this silly little passion project has honestly blown me out of the water, I can't believe how many people are keeping up with it now. :'D I love love LOVE reading reactions and speculation in the comments and tags! Thank you all for sticking around so far, and I hope you continue to enjoy this self-indulgent little project as it goes!

~Ann

#pokemon fancomic #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #warden ingo #warden calaba #gligar #ursaluna #tangela

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notiddygothgf · 7 months ago

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10. Early Breakfast

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ I didn't know Hayakawa Captain had a girlfriend. ❞

★ c.w.: smut. more (poorly timed) confessions. denji is his own warning. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: Hi again pookie dooks ;)). Okay so. I have been waiting SO LONG to post this chapter. We're nearing the end of the ones I had pre-written, and as a result updates may come a little slower, but I'll try to keep up! (Just be patient w me, ur girl is #struggling rn w uni). You're gonna love this chapter (until you dont). not saying nothing though. ENJOY LOVELIES! muah! please leave many many comments (spam me idgaf) i need smth to look forward to reading and i ALWAYS go thru yall's comments w the dorkiest smile. ily. (no beta, we die like... yeah.)

★ w.c: .7.5k

shameless ; chapter index

AKI'S BED WAS WARM. Warm enough that you seemed to be able to forget where you were — or, rather, where you should have been. You had entire hotel suite waiting for you, yet it seemed as if you had wasted the first five days of your stay in Tokyo entangled with him. Two days had passed between your bathroom debacle and now, and you were back again right where it all had started.

You weren't entirely sure you minded it.

Aki wrapped his long, calloused fingers around your wrist, holding your bloody finger away from his face. You had cut your thumb open on the page of a magazine while the two of you were relaxing on his mattress — distantly, a song from a band you didn't know played on his CD player (The tonedeafs, or something like that).

"I want you to," You laughed, reaching your hand towards his face again. "I dared you to. I'm not a germaphobe, I don't care."

Aki furrowed his brows, holding your wrist away from his face once more, "You should care. It could get infected, or worse."

Always so serious.

You pouted, "Says who?"

"Me, everyone," Aki trailed off — playfully, of course, like he was lost in thought, "Any medical professional."

You laughed, flopping back onto the bed where you had been moments earlier before this had started, laying perpendicular to him with your back strewn over his stomach. Makima had given him the day off and you, not knowing what else could have been a better way to help him learn how to relax a little, decided to call out of work as well.

"Pussy," You teased him, "What kind of Devil Hunter gets squeamish around blood?"

"I'm not squeamish, I'm just taking your health into consideration," He remarked (again, with a playful lilt to his words, despite his serious tone). "And, besides — what if someone overheard this? You calling your superior a pussy, hm? Then what?"

You replied with a witty retort of your own, "And what if they knew their Captain was fucking his subordinates?"

"I think I could get away with one," He teased back. "Not subordinates, plural. Just a subordinate. A married one, at that."

"So there are other subordinates?" You asked him — it was meant to be teasing, but you would be lying if a depraved part of you didn't wonder if you were the only one he was seeing. You wouldn't have a right to be upset if you weren't, granted that you were still very much married to another man.

"No. But that doesn't make you any less of a cougar," He hummed. "Devil Hunters do worse shit than sleeping with their coworkers, I hate to tell you."

"I'm only five years older than you," You huffed. Rolling over to look at him, you added, "We're damned anyway, then. That's what you're saying?"

"Not damned," He replied. Finally setting the book he'd been reading down on the bed beside him, he said, "Blessed. At least, I am."

"You're blessed?" You asked. "I'm a trainwreck, Aki."

"You're my trainwreck, though, aren't you?" He reached down, ruffling your hair with his hand. "I'm blessed because you're the first person to come into my life and give me a reason to keep myself alive."

"I thought you said you wanted to kill the Gun Devil?" You teased.

"I do," He said. "I didn't care if I lived or died before. Now that I have you waiting around for me to come back, I wanna keep coming home."

The slightest frown tugged at the corners of your lips, "That's so sad. You don't have any family?"

"No," He caressed your cheek with the back of his thumb, "The Gun Devil killed them. That's why I said I didn't care if I lived or died. As long as I did it for them, I thought I'd be able to die happy."

"You still feel that way?" You asked.

"Not really. I think I'm starting to have a change of heart," He sighed — chest rising and falling as he did so, "I'm growing fond of my roommates. Between those two shitheads and you, I dunno," A pause, and then he continued, "I'm not so sure I'd be able to die happy knowing I left all of that behind."

It was a touching sentiment. You probably should have left it at that, but a part of you couldn't help but dwell on it. You were — at least a part of — his reason to live. You were what kept him alive, what kept him motivated.

That didn't sound like he "might have feelings" for you.

It sounded like he loved you.

And, to make matters worse, you were beginning to realize that you returned his affections. The craving him, the missing him — the worrying about his wellbeing, the need to constantly be around him... All signs pointed towards one direction:

You loved him, too.

And, before you could stop yourself, before you could tell yourself it was too soon, you found yourself uttering the phrase, "Do you love me, Aki?"

He paused. A moment passed, and he took a deep breath. Then, he peered down at you, "Yeah. I do. I think I'm starting to love those two Devils, too — or at least care for them, but..." He licked his lips. "Not in the way that I love you."

Your heart nearly stopped beating entirely — skipping a beat, and then another while a horde of angry butterflies filled your chest.

Not in the way that I love you.

The way that I love you.

I love you.

He loves me. You couldn't remember the last time you heard those words.

You hadn't taken notice of the silence — or how long it was, for that matter — until Aki spoke again, the depth of his voice vibrating beneath your body, setting your nerves alight.

"You don't... have to say it back," He added, a little more sheepishly. He was so patient with you, so forgiving — it was all so much more than you deserved. "But, yeah, I love you."

You finally spoke up — voice a little weaker than you had intended it to sound. "I.. love you, too. I know I do."

It felt right to confess. You couldn't keep lying to him — to him or yourself.

"Do you want to stop seeing me?" He asked. He sounded like he did not want you to say yes (or maybe you were projecting). "I know it's too soon. I don't want to ruin your life."

You scoffed, "Ruin my life? I'm like a starving beggar who's been given food. You're the best thing that's happened to my life in god-knows-how-long."

He blinked at you. "I don't..."

"It makes no difference," You added on, "I love you and you love me. So, what? Are we supposed to break each other's hearts? Over a man I haven't loved in years? A man with whom I've only stayed for the sake of convenience?"

Aki sighed quietly, calling your name, but you didn't listen.

"I'm tired of running away from the truth, Aki. You were the one who showed me that," You continued. "I love you, and I think I'd be completely miserable if I lived without you."

"But you'd be at peace. You'd have a house and a life in Kyoto, still," He remarked.

"You've consumed every inch of my peace. How can I give you your peace?" You quoted him. "Is that not what you told me? You don't want to stop seeing me, do you?"

"No, I don't," He said. "I'd be depressed beyond reprieve, but I'd do it if it meant you could be happy."

Finally, you rolled over, folding your arms over his chest, laying your head down over his heart — peering up at him through a fond gaze, "I'm happy with you, Aki. I don't want anything else."

There was an issue — of course. The issue being the dissolution of your marriage with your husband. But, still, the two of you danced around the truth.

"You shouldn't say things like that to me," He added quietly, "I'll hide you away in here forever."

You laughed softly, quietly, like you couldn't help but yearn for exactly that. "And, what? I should leave everything behind to stay here with you?"

To your surprise, however, he did not seem to be joking – not in the least. "Yeah," He deadpanned, "Would that be so bad?"

You sighed deeply, your fingers absently toying with the soft, rumpled covers of Aki's bed. The room had been bathed in a warm, golden light from the bedside lamp. The weight of contemplating a divorce hung heavily on you—images of an uncertain future and financial instability looming large in your mind.

"I'd have nothing if we divorced. I think that's the main reason I haven't done it by now. We never signed a prenup, so..." Your voice trailed off, the enormity of it all pressing down on you. "I'd be in shambles."

Aki shifted next to you, his gaze softening as he absorbed your words. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm in a gesture meant to soothe. "But you could start over. We could start over. You're miserable with him. You know that, right?"

"You're too young to understand," You sighed.

"All that for a five year age gap is kind of crazy," He retorted. "Help me understand, then – why won't you put yourself first, for once?"

You looked away, your eyes reflecting the anxiety you felt. "I would lose the house, Aki... and everything I've worked for... it's not just about me."

"The apartment down the hall is up for lease, I've heard. It's not exactly the same as your house, but it could be a start," Aki tilted his head slightly, trying to offer a comforting smile. "We could make it work."

You considered his words – the idea of a new beginning didn't sound all too bad. Slowly, a tentative smile started to spread across your face. You met Aki's gaze, and he returned your smile with one that was gentle and understanding – like he always was.

Finally, you shifted your position, rolling over to straddle Aki's waist, sitting in his lap. You reached down, gently plucking the magazine from his hands, and intertwined your fingers with his.

"You love me," You said giddily, grinning ear to ear like a lovestruck fool.

God, now that you heard him say it, you wanted to hear it again.

Just to make sure that it was real.

And he looked up at you through tired, pretty blue eyes, like you had hung the stars in the sky yourself. Like you were everything to him. "Yes."

"Only me," You continued.

To which he answered breathlessly, "Yes."

"And you're happy with me?" You went on, "You're not just saying that to get my hopes up?"

"Yes," He answered. "Happier than I've ever been."

You knew it was dangerous to indulge yourself so shamelessly in his affections. He loved you and you loved him – there was only one thing holding you back from being his and his entirely...Your marriage of convenience.

"And you," He asked. "Do you love me? Only me?"

"Of course," You answered. It should have been more difficult of an admission than it was. In reality, you hadn't loved anyone in years. "I haven't been able to fuck anyone else since you came around. That's how much I love you."

"You're not special," He tutted. "I can't even get off unless I'm thinking about you and that pretty face of yours. You know that?"

"I get that. I know you love me," You smiled. "But how much?"

Aki's hands slid up your legs, gripping your thighs. Slowly, he aided you in rocking back, then forth – until you took notice of the sudden hardness pressing into your core from below. He quirked a brow, "This much."

You widened your eyes, dragging your tongue over the front of your teeth. If that's the case, then that's a lot. You played into it, of course. You pulled the hem of his oversized sweater up and over your hips so that you could rut against him. The lace of your panties created a friction so delicious that your next words came out as a shudder, "This much?"

His lashes fluttered, pretty eyes threatening to shut – but he kept them open, like he wanted to commit every second of this moment to memory. "Yes."

You rubbed yourself along the length of the bulge in his sweatpants slowly, tantalizingly – "This much?"

He released the prettiest little trembling sigh, "Yes..."

"This much?" You leaned down a little further. Your hands braced themselves on his chest, sliding down to his abs, then back up again – all while you lowered yourself a little closer to his face, rutted against him a little harder, just the way he liked it.

"Yes," He whimpered faintly, weakly. When you brought your face a little lower, a little closer to his, you could see the faint hue of pink that painted his cheeks.

Unable to wait a moment longer, you touched your noses together, lips only inches apart.

"This much?" You breathed. Going a little faster now – all but riding the tent in his sweats – you felt your legs begin to tremble. "And this much? And this much?"

"Ah..." He panted, "Yes, yes, yes."

His eyes struggled to meet yours – you liked the sense of control it gave you. It made your mind run wild with desire, knowing he trusted you enough to let you have him like this. To let you take the reins. Just before your lips touched, you brought your bloody thumb up to his mouth.

Then, carefully, you painted the faintest trace of red on his lower lip. He froze – holding his breath, anticipating your next move.

You traced your tongue carefully over his lower lip, kissing his lips clean – licking up what was left. It was depraved and dirty and downright distasteful... but, fuck...

It was so hot.

Clearly, Aki shared your sentiment, because before you could pull away he was gripping the back of your neck and bringing you closer to him, slipping his tongue into your mouth while it was still open – stealing a dirty kiss from you. His lips were insistent against yours, desperate, even – tasting like mint with the faintest hint of blood.

With a blissful groan, he departed from your lips, kissing his way down your neck while he rocked your hips back and forth. The friction was just enough to have you moaning in tandem, falling into him.

His tongue was hot against your skin, pulling it into his mouth to suck gently on it – gentle enough that he wouldn't leave marks, hard enough that you were gripping his biceps for support.

You craned your head up toward the ceiling to give him more room to continue his onslaught down the valley of your neck, down your clavicle.

You brought your hands down to the waistband of Aki's sweatpants, where he was practically straining against the fabric. "Need you, Aki, please."

He let you wrangle his pants down just far enough to free him (no, he hadn't bothered to put on a pair of boxers after his shower) – just far enough to let his aching erection spring out. His fingers looped beneath the fabric of your panties with practiced ease, and he pushed them to the side.

"Right now?" He asked. "Like this?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck. Need you, too, baby."

You wasted absolutely no time in lining his tip up with your entrance and sinking down on him. With little to no prep involved prior, it was a bit of a stretch – you could feel his length splitting you open, but, shit...

It felt so fucking good to have him inside of you. You fell forward onto him, letting him set the pace.

He let out the sexiest little gasp, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You won't get tired of me?" You asked, rising up and then sinking back down after a moment of adjustment. Up once more, then down once more, and you could feel the pain subsiding. "Of... of this?"

"Never," He gritted out, gripping your hips a little harder. He bounced you up and down a little faster, a little harder – and that little change in speed was all it took to have the both of you gasping. He moaned, "So perfect. Fuckin' love it."

You giggled, "So this is love?"

Trailing off, you gasped, a smile forming on your tender lips. It wasn't the years you had spent with your husband, arguing over money and food and everything else. It wasn't distasteful comments about your body, or a harsh sting on your cheek followed by a half-assed apology. It wasn't a broken promise of "I do," or a life in Kyoto. It was this.

Aki's response came in the form of a muffled whine of, "Yes," against your sensitive neck.

"This..." You grinned.

This was love.

You could get used to it.

You rustled from your sleep late in the evening. Nose twitching, you nuzzled your face into the warm surface your head was laid upon – warm, bare skin beneath you. Aki's chest was a milky white valley – between the pectorals of which you pressed a lazy kiss. He stirred, only slightly, and didn't wake.

A grumble of your stomach prompted you to sigh before slipping out of his grasp, out of the fortress his strong arms made around your head. His biceps were so plump that you almost wished you could sink your teeth into them, mark him as yours.

But, alas, duty calls.

You slid out of the bed slowly, being careful not to wake your lover in the process. His sweater slipped down your waist, pooled around your thighs, and your bare feet touched the floor of his bedroom as you padded towards the door.

You cast one last glance to the bed before you left. Aki was sound asleep, face turned to the side, inky black hair tousled and spread over the pillow. His pink lips were open just enough for quiet snores to escape. As if he sensed your absence, he grumbled something incoherent in his sleep, and rolled over onto his side. He wrapped an arm around the pillow – where you had been lying only a moment earlier – and snuggled into it.

God, he was so fucking cute – he was going to be the death of you.

A smile teased the corners of your lips. With no great deal of satisfaction, you cracked the door open – checking your surroundings before slipping into the living room. You tip-toed over the wooden floorboards (as if that would make a difference) and into the kitchen, pawing at the fridge until it opened.

You squinted into the refrigerator light, trying to scan its contents for a good snack. Let's see... Lettuce, Leftovers, Vegetables...

Berries! You grinned, reaching for the little package of strawberries. It looked like it was pretty new – surely he wouldn't notice a few missing... right?

If he did, he certainly didn't seem like he would care.

So you shut the fridge just as quietly as you had opened it. You nearly lept right out of your skin when you noticed something standing behind the door – someone.

It was the ginger boy from the party – Denji – and he was looking at you like he was just as confused as you were, standing only a little taller than you in Cookie Monster pajama pants and an old-looking undershirt.

What time is it? His roommates were supposed to be at training today!

He raked his eyes over your appearance, following the path of your bare legs up to your sweater, then up to your face again. Finally, he commented, "I didn't know Hayakawa Captain had a girlfriend."

You were fucking mortified. So much for being on the down low, right?

Swallowing, you replied, "I'm not–"

"Wait a sec, aren't you that girl from the party?" He squinted at you.

Shit. Shit. Double Shit.

"Uh..." You laughed awkwardly, toying with the hem of Aki's sweater. You knew you probably made for a remarkable sight – messy hair, bare feet, wearing nothing but his Captain (and roommate's) sweater. "What party?"

Public Safety loved to party. He wouldn't remember you from one night alone, would he?

"The one where Himeno got shitfaced? Wait, I don't think that narrows it down by much..." He pursed his lips, tapping his chin in thought while he scrutinized you, "It had to have been, like, a month ago, now. She started crying and then she got real wasted and puked on my shoes... She said she was real pissed at Hayakawa and his little girlfriend. That's you, right?"

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. You didn't know what was more mortifying – the idea that he knew you were sleeping with his captain, or the idea that Himeno was telling him about you.

If your flustered appearance didn't give it away (or the way you froze like a deer in headlights when he said that), your words definitely did. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

That sounds like something someone would say if they most definitely did know what someone was talking about, you thought.

What the hell was he doing out here this late, anyway? It wasn't fair.

"Youuu... sure...?" He asked, squinting at you a little harder. You were one question away from breaking a sweat, "'Cause he's been acting real fishy lately, and I heard noises coming from his room when I came back a few hours ago."

You were going to murder him and yourself a moment later. He said they wouldn't come home.

"I thought you were supposed to be at training?" You whisper-shouted back at him. "What noises could you possibly have heard?"

"We wrapped up early," He remarked, like that should have been obvious. "And, I dunno, but it sounded like someone was being murdered in there. Himeno said he had a "little girlfriend", and I don't see him around many women, so..." Snapping his fingers, he pointed them at you, "You're her. You're his secret girlfriend, right? I've been working on my detective skills, you know. I can tell these things about people."

You could do nothing but gape at him, utterly gobsmacked at two different things – Firstly, that this interaction was even happening, and, secondly, that he had managed to sniff you out so easily.

"Unless you're not," He trailed off – seemingly lost in thought, again, as he gazed up at the ceiling, scratching his chin, "You know, I heard him in the bathroom with someone the other day. Is that something you're aware of? I don't want to assume, but I figured you should know. He could be cheating on you."

Again, you couldn't form a suitable answer, mouth open. Still – because you were hungry – you plucked a strawberry from the container, inching your hand slowly towards your mouth.

"What are you doing?" A voice cut into the tense silence between you and the orange-haired boy – who, from your understanding, was no older than 16. The two of you jumped apart.

Aki stood in the hallway, eyeing you and Denji up wearily. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed – literally – with his hair still a little disheveled over his neck and in his face, donning nothing but a pair of sweatpants to match the shirt you were wearing.

We're cooked, you thought.

Then, immediately letting your gaze wander over his chiseled physique, you thought, He looks so fucking good without a shirt on.

The sound of his voice shook you from your horny reverie. He had called your name, or something like that, considering that he was looking right at you.

You tilted your head, popping the strawberry into your mouth, "Hmm?"

Aki's lips were pressed into that serious pout he always seemed to wear around his coworkers – something so different from how he normally was around you, something that you had to get used to, "I asked if he was bothering you."

"Oh." You swallowed the mouthful of strawberry you were chewing. Glancing between him and his ginger detective roommate, you muttered, "No.. No, he's just– He was just getting a snack."

His expression softened immediately. Still, he leaned against the kitchen counter, saying, "Come back to bed."

Well, shit, there goes my alibi, You gnawed on the inside of your cheek. He made it sound so tempting.

So, opening the refrigerator door and tucking the container of strawberries away on the shelf, you squeezed past Denji, murmuring a quick, "Good night."

Then you followed Aki back to his room, leaving the poor boy speechless in the kitchen.

The next morning, Aki was already up when you stirred, the soft sound of bowls clinking and the rhythmic whisking of something filling the quiet morning ambience. The smell of something sweet drifte d in from the kitchen, pulling you out of bed.

Snagging your purse off of the floor, you slipped into the bathroom, your feet padding softly against the cold floor. Without thinking, you reached for Aki's blue toothbrush again—the one you'd claimed yesterday, and the time before that. There was something oddly comforting about using his things.

There was also something sort of ironic about the way you hesitated before using it — like you hadn't swallowed a load of his kids before, like this was overstepping.

As you brushed your teeth, your thoughts floated back to last night—the weight of his arms around you, the way his hands had roamed your body like they belonged there. Your confession had been a surprise. His confession had been hushed whispers of, "I love you. So perfect. All for me," against your skin, a sinful croon of your name while he fell apart beneath your touch.

You winced slightly at the ache in your lower back, a reminder of how tangled the two of you had been in the sheets. That ache was a small price to pay.

Spitting into the sink, you wiped your face and took a handful of water into your mouth. Then, reaching into your purse, you produced your little Birth Control tin, popping one of the tiny white pills into your mouth.

You wandered back out into the living room a minute or two later, drawn by the smell of what you assumed was breakfast. Aki was standing at the kitchen counter, his back to you, shoulders relaxed beneath one of his signature sweaters— one that, despite how soft and oversized it looked, did nothing to hide his lean form, the muscled slopes of his shoulders. You watched him for a moment, admiring the way he moved so easily in his space, the domesticity of it all.

You walked up behind him without a word, slipping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against the hard plane of his back. Your hands trailed lazily over his abdomen, feeling the firm lines of his muscles through the fabric of his sweater. You couldn't help but smile to yourself; he was so deceptively toned beneath all those layers, the kind of strength that made you second-guess not divorcing your husband sooner.

"Hey, troublemaker," he said softly, his voice warm and teasing, like he knew you were up to something just by the way you touched him. He didn't even flinch at your sudden embrace, just leaned into you as if he had been expecting you.

You buried your nose between his shoulder blades, breathing him in. That familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of pancake batter—it was such a simple combination, but it made your heart ache in the best way. His hair was tied up in that silly little topknot again, and on anyone else it would have looked completely ridiculous. He smelled like everything good and familiar, like something you didn't even realize you needed.

He set the bowl of pancake batter down and turned slightly, his hand finding your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his. His lips captured yours in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to show you exactly how much he wanted you. The kiss was languid, sensual, made your knees a little weak and left you dizzy in the best way. You could taste the sweetness of his affection, the way he held you like you were something precious.

In that moment, it hit you—you really were in love.

You didn't need to second-guess it. This wasn't like anything you had before. The ease, the quiet bliss of being here with him, in this little bubble you'd both created—it was something you had never known with your husband.

That marriage had been full of noise and expectations, but this... this was peace.

This was love.

And standing there, with Aki's arms around you and the smell of pancakes in the air, you knew you didn't want to let this feeling go.

"Hi. You sleep okay?" you asked, slipping your hands under the hem of his sweater, your fingers pressing against the warmth of his muscular back. You felt the subtle shift of his body under your touch, the way his breath caught for just a second.

"Better than okay," he replied, his voice still rough from sleep. "I don't even remember dreaming."

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Aww... did I put you to sleep?" The words came out soft, playful, with a teasing edge that hung in the air.

He chuckled, a deep, velvety sound that sent a ripple through your body. "That's rich coming from the one who came so hard she passed out last night."

Your cheeks flushed instantly, the memory making heat rise in your face as you buried it against his chest, the familiar scent of him filling your senses. His sweater smelled like him—warm, clean, and just a little bit of that cologne you couldn't get enough of.

After a moment, you tilted your head, peeking up at him through your lashes. Your hands moved beneath his sweater again, this time slowly exploring the firm ridges of his abs. He was a Greek god, he really was.

You could feel him tense, the muscles under your touch shifting with every slight movement of your fingers as they trailed down his abdomen, brushing lightly with your knuckles. You hummed, the sound vibrating softly in your throat. "Hmm... should I make it up to you?"

Aki's eyes dropped to yours, and you saw the change immediately—his face grew warm, the faintest hint of pink rising on his cheeks as his pupils widened. "Make what up to me?" he asked, his voice lower now, like he wasn't sure if he wanted the answer or if he was bracing for it.

Your fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, the fabric snapping back against his skin with a soft, sharp sound. He let out a quiet grunt in response, and the sound sent a surge of satisfaction through you.

"You're a little minx today, aren't you?" he teased, though his voice was laced with something deeper, his smirk betraying just how affected he was.

You just smiled up at him, your fingers lingering at the waistband, daring him to see where the moment would take you next.

"What can I say? I'm an early riser," you teased, your finger trailing downward over his sweatpants, over the tent that was beginning to form where your fingers ghosted over them. The way his breath hitched, followed by a flustered laugh, made you grin.

You tugged at the strings of his sweatpants, mischief dancing in your eyes. "And I think someone else is too."

Aki's gaze darted between the stove, where the pancakes were almost ready to be poured, and the closed bedroom doors, behind which his roommates were still fast asleep. His brow furrowed as if he were contemplating something serious, but the playful glint in his eyes hadn't left.

"You're insatiable," he said, though his voice held just the faintest tremor of doubt. "Not like this. Not in the kitchen."

"You're thinking about it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why? Craving something sweet?"

"Always, pretty girl," he murmured, his tone soft but filled with heat. "But don't tempt me."

"Why not?" you challenged, leaning in just a little closer. "Who was it that said to give in to temptation and not run from the truth? Why stop now?"

Aki's smirk deepened as he slid one hand around your waist, his fingers grazing the small of your back. "Because my temptations involve me hiking that little sweater up and fucking you right there on the table until the neighbors call the cops," he whispered, his lips barely brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Behave."

Yes, sir.

Just before you could retort, you heard the soft creak of a door opening. In an instant, both of you pulled away from each other, the space between you filled with unspoken tension. Eventually, a familiar head of ginger hair popped into the kitchen, tired eyes barely open, pants hanging low on his hips.

"Morning," Denji yawned.

Aki's words left you breathless, still. You cast him an uncertain glance. He smirked – barely there, of course, but just enough to tell you that your conversation wasn't over. Then, he turned back to the stove.

Denji reached for the fridge, grabbing a bottle of Orange Juice.

"You making pancakes over there?" The younger of the two boys asked, pulling a seat out from beneath the kitchen table and plopping down – clearly unwilling to bring up the whole issue of whatever the fuck happened last night.

This entire situation is unreal.

"Yeah," Aki answered. Clearly, he didn't want to talk about it either. Instead, he poured some batter onto the pan.

Awkwardly, you inched towards the seat at the table across from him. You sat down and folded your hands on the table. He eyed you up curiously, like wasn't sure if last night had been a dream. You avoided his gaze, looking down at your lap.

Suddenly, you felt conscious of your appearance — was your hair disheveled? Had he left marks on your neck? Did Denji have some sort of superpower that allowed him to see through your sweater and see the bruises Aki's strong hands had left on your hips the night before?

A few silent minutes passed, during which neither of you three brought up the elephant in the room. A moment longer, and you were joined by Aki's other nightmare roommate — a short girl with pink hair, sharp teeth, and red little horns protruding from the top of her head.

She entered the kitchen with a proud shriek of, "Well risings, mortals! I smell sustenance."

When she noticed you, a look of confusion replaced her grin. She sat down at the table next to Denji and asked him, "Who is this human?"

And, just like that, the line is crossed.

Denji shrugged as Aki set a plate of pancakes down in front of him. He quirked a snarky little brow, glaring up at him, "Dunnno. Why don't you ask him?"

Power's lips were pressed into a confused little pout. She looked up at Aki as he walked behind her, but the moment she saw he was coming towards her with a plate, she kept her mouth shut. Four pancakes were heaped onto each of their dishes. The moment it hit the table, she reached for the fork and the knife and dug in.

Finally, Aki came around the table, offering you a plate of pancakes and an apologetic expression before taking a seat next to you. There were two pancakes on his plate, garnished with butter and honey.

You looked at him with wide eyes that flicked between him and his roommate, blinking extra hard, as if to say, Help me.

He sighed your name in response, "Meet Denji and Power, the two shitheads I live with."

Great. That wasn't helpful at all.

"Why are you not bowing?" The Power girl slammed her fist down against the table. "You are in the presence of greatness."

Denji didn't seem to care much to acknowledge her, ripping a piece off of his pancake and stuffing it into his mouth before saying, "You're bangin' the captain, right?"

Your mouth hung open. Aki tensed, furrowing his brows angrily, "Denji."

"What? You told me you weren't seeing anyone when I asked you, but I saw her come out of your room," Denji snapped back. He ripped another chunk out of his pancake, and stuffed his mouth again.

"We were having a... sleepover...?" You answered hesitantly, trying to make the situation better (and making it worse).

Denji pointed an accusatory finger at you, "Girls and boys don't have sleepovers."

Power shoved his arm, "Nonsense. Plenty of people do it."

Denji's head snapped towards her. He barked, "Yeah, plenty of people who are banging each other!"

You dropped your head into your hands, groaning into the table.

Aki handled the situation calmly, as he normally did, "She's my girlfriend."

And, just like that, your head was popping back up. Your wide eyes were on him immediately, heart pounding against your ribs like it was about to break loose. Girlfriend?

Then, a warmth spread over the back of your neck and your face, and you realized you weren't entirely opposed to being his girlfriend. Unless he was just putting up an act. In which case, you definitely weren't getting your hopes up — on paper, you were still married, anyway, right?

Right?

Denji and Power looked just as shocked as you did.

"You lying piece of shit!" Denji hissed. He turned to Power and added, "See? I told you! I knew it! He's been too lenient lately. Pay up."

Power crossed her arms. Mouth still full, she replied, "I refuse."

Denji leapt up from his seat, pointing at her now, "No way. You owe me a feel!"

Oh my god.

"There's a new pack of gum in the car," Aki sighed — visibly distressed by his roommates' behavior but noticeably unsurprised. Clearly this was no infrequent occurrence in his household.

The two of them perked up at that.

Aki continued, voice stern and notably father-like, "I'll give the both of you two pieces each if you keep your mouths shut."

Slowly, Denji lowered himself back into his seat. Power's angry face dropped, replaced by a wide-eyed frown, like that of a begging dog.

"Yes, sir," Denji answered obediently.

Power added, "At your service, My Liege."

"This doesn't leave the table. Got it?" Aki told the two of them. Carefully, he cut his pancakes into nine squares. He popped one onto a fork.

The two roommates nodded quickly.

Aki sighed, "Good. If you have any questions to ask her, do it politely."

Power was the first to ask, "Do you work with him?"

Finally having a chance to speak, you smiled softly, sheepishly, "Yeah. I'm new to Tokyo, though."

"Great. There will be plenty of time, then," She grinned, "I wish the two of you nothing but success in your mission to procreate!"

You choked on the mouthful of pancakes you were trying to swallow down. Before you could even comment on that wildly invasive statement, Denji answered with a question of his own.

"He said be respectful, dumbass," He tutted. He polished off the rest of his pancakes in (seemingly) a few ridiculously huge bites before he asked. "Is it true that women's boobs are measured with letter-sizes?" A pause, then he added, "How big are yours?"

"You little brat," Aki grumbled as he slammed his fork down on the table, "I'm gonna kick your ass."

An hour after breakfast had wrapped up, and Aki had left you to do the dishes, you left for the balcony — but not before reaching into the pocket of the suit jacket he had left neatly folded on the couch and stealing one of his beloved cigarettes and his lucky lighter.

You didn't know what had gotten into you lately. Yet, as you stepped outside and closed the sliding door behind you, you couldn't help the relieved sigh that left your lips the moment the cig was lit and in your mouth.

The cherry crackled as you pulled a long, drawn out hit from it — thinking briefly back to a point in time some six or seven years ago when you were still a young Public Safety officer with a cigarette dangling from her lips, and then to the night before, when Aki had blown the smoke into your mouth. You sighed, releasing the smoke with the slightest cough.

Of course, the peaceful moment was shattered the moment you felt your phone buzzing in the pocket of the basketball shorts Aki had lent you earlier, saying something about how Denji was "Shamelessly ogling your legs". They were long enough to touch the back of your calves. Of course, you imagined they fit him differently.

You plucked the little device out, flipping it open. The screen was illuminated by a call — with two concerns being raised. Firstly, your phone was only on 12%. Secondly, the person calling you was your husband.

Your heart dropped. In a moment, it was as if the tranquil morning had been shattered, leaving you with that feeling of dread you knew all too well. You hadn't spoken to him since the night before you had left for Tokyo.

You flipped the phone open, accepting the call. "Hey."

"Hey. How have you been?"

Fine, before he called. You didn't say that, though, instead pulling another puff of your cigarette. "I've been good."

There was a rather lengthy pause, after which your husband cleared his throat, "Look. I wanted to call you because I felt real bad about what happened before you left."

You couldn't possibly doubt him more. Still, you had spent the entirety of last night getting your guts rearranged by his superior. You figured you had outdone him. "Yeah? It's alright."

"No, it's not," He answered, much to your surprise, "I had no right to hit you. That was super out of line. I'm just... I've been stressed out with work and you being gone, and... I dunno, I..."

The line paused again. You took another hit.

"I can't shake this feeling about you in Tokyo. I feel like something's wrong," He finished.

Your stomach churned with unease. He was right, of course, but you couldn't let onto that – if it had taken him that long to notice, he couldn't really care. Hell, he hadn't called you since you left.

"Like what?" You replied with a noncommittal hum. You couldn't give less of a shit what he was feeling, to be completely fair and honest. He never cared what you were thinking?

"I don't know what. I know I said some rude things, but... I don't think that's an excuse for you to be ignoring me like this. I've been waiting for your call," He sighed. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

You nearly burst out laughing at the sheer irony of it all. So now he cares?

He's far too late.

As if on cue, the sliding door opened. Faintly, you could hear Denji and Power shouting at each other in the background, followed by a set of quiet footsteps right behind you. The door shut. You didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

Aki came up on you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. He smelled of pancakes and laundry soap and cologne, a scent so divine that it had you relaxing into his touch instantly.

On the phone, your husband drew on, "Hello? You still there?"

You felt a warm kiss at the back of your neck, followed by another that landed a little higher, and then a little higher. Then he peppered a series of butterfly kisses to the sensitive skin there. You grinned, leaning into his touch while swatting him away all the same.

"Yeah," You answered, voice teetering on a giggle. Aki pulled you flush against his chest, arms squeezing you tight while he teased you with more butterfly kisses. "Sorry, I'm multitasking."

Aki's hands gripped your hips, pulling them back so that your ass was pressed right up against him. Then, he leaned down, nibbling softly at the skin near the corner of your jaw – then soothed over it with a lick of his warm, flattened tongue.

You bit back a laugh, pushing him away. Finally, he seceded, leaving you alone so that he could sit down on the chair on the balcony and watch you.

Your husband spoke up. You had almost forgotten he was there. In a few short words, he shattered your entire world;

"I'm being stationed in Tokyo."

a/n: ermmmmmmm... heyyyyy... how yall doin.... ok now look. don't hate me. you know after all that sugar i gave yall i had to throw in a curveball, cmon. (this is a notiddygothgf fanfic after all). dont be too mad, i'll be back shortly!!! the plot thickens from here. I wonder what will happen?? (jk i already know but id love to hear what YALL think will happen). (you know mama always makes it up to you bbs). THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR UNWAVERING SUPPORT! You guys and ur comments literally keep me going. Part of me never wants this story to end (which is crazy bc it was originally a one shot lmfao.). anyway not too much more, love yall!! ciao pookies! x

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