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cest-vogue Ā· 2 years ago
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Siding Exterior
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malaierba Ā· 11 months ago
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Hi Mal ^v^ Also I am currently thinking about fairy princess Nozomi, because that's literally so adorable ;v; and Karanozo.
Me tooooo I've been thinking about it šŸ„ŗ I... Probably need to stop seeking inspiration from fairy tales. But I think they could fit a story that's vaguely inspired by The Swan Lake? Mainly when it comes to the "princess only shows her true form at night" thing, but with more rules to make it more interesting.
Remember what I said about Karamatsu probably being better off as a prince that you marry off for political purposes, rather than an actual clog in the kingdom's statal systems? Since he'd be way more interested in the arts than the state, and while he probably gets some training as a knight (as seen by all the official art where he's exactly that), he has a tendency to be idealistic and stupidly heroic that really has his parents rushing to marry him off lol.
Imagine that they eventually find a prospect that's interested in him, the queen of the Unseelie Fae Court, which keeps causing problems for travelers and peasants of the kingdom. The queen, nicknamed The Ugly Flower Fairy, takes an interest in Karamatsu, and although his brothers somewhat oppose the union, Karamatsu's head is full of pointlessly unrealistic, romantic nonsense, where he's gone and deluded himself in thinking that marrying the Unseelie Queen is a valiant sacrifice, a masterful diplomatic endeavour that he needs to take on in order to protect and strengthen the Matsuno kingdom, and besides he can probably fix her with the power of love.
Anyway, on the night where he's to pay a visit to the Fae Realm (on a full moon night, why not) he gets lost and ends up in a lake where he finds a woman meandering by. Ever the gentleman, he approaches her, concerned about her being on her own in such a place at such a time.
The woman looks startled but reassures him that there's nothing to worry about, she lives nearby, she simply felt like taking a walk... In the middle of the night, apparently. Then, to Karamatsu's surprise, she correctly inquires if he's Prince Karamatsu, and if he wasn't meant to be on his way to the Fairy Realm.
Karamatsu neglects to question what she'd know of this, assuming that word had already spread... Somehow. And makes a show of saying that indeed, he's been tasked with the most noble quest of improving diplomatic relations between the Fae and human folk etc etc.
The woman, in a surprising display of intuition, asks him if he's afraid. Karamatsu's bravado falters (he's TERRIFIED, but also mostly in denial about it) and fumbles through a very unconvincing attempt at denying the accusation. This only makes the woman laugh. She gently touches his arm, and informs him that the place where they are can only be reached if one is avoiding something.
By this point Karamatsu already has... A feeling about this woman. Like she knows too much and is too mysterious. But even the idealist, he finds himself intrigued, and rather than being wary he finds himself being put at ease by her kind demeanor.
So when she offers a friendly ear willing to listen to his anxieties, he's quick to take a seat besides her and drop all pretenses of being A-OK with meeting the Unseelie. Unfortunately? For him? Most of his siblings haven't had the correct approach to allowing him to vent, nor have they tried very hard beyond poking fun at his luck.
(I think Choro probably tried the hardest, being trained to be a member of the council and all. But he also never lost sight of the kingdom's ultimate goal, so he wasn't very good at empathising with Kara's oddly hidden anxieties. Jyushi and Oso probably picked up on them with a smidge of more empathy, and tried to hint at the fact that Karamatsu doesn't actually want to marry the Ugly Fairy Queen, but for whatever reason their approach is met with Kara's self-gaslighting, self-hyping attempts because of course he's fine with this, power of love etc etc, and it's so painful they kind of give up)
Anyway, the thing is he opens up to her, maybe because she inspires a feeling of comfort in him, maybe because she's an outsider to this whole political theatre. They end up talking all night, about meeting the Queen, about what it'd mean to the kingdom, about Karamatsu being aware that this is the best shot he's got at becoming a king without necessarily having to be burdened by the responsibility of leading a kingdom, not to mention the easiest way for him to make himself useful, etc etc.
The conversation is cut short just before sunrise, when suddenly the mysterious woman stands up, panicked, saying that she's stayed too long and she has to go quickly. Karamatsu at least manages to grab her hand, begging her to meet again, or to say least be told her name.
The woman looks... Lost. And explains that due to some, er, family circumstances, she can only go out once a month. Taking in Karamatsu's disheartened expression though, she's eventually quick to add that they could exchange letters, if he'd like. She has a trained cat (šŸ‘€) that would be able to take their letters back and forth, and then if he's okay with it they could meet before or after he's met with the Unseelie Queen. The wedding is one year away anyway, assuming that everything goes right, so it COULD work out.
Karamatsu eagerly agrees to these terms, and that's how the next night a black cat with green eyes paws at his bedroom's door, carrying a letter in it's mouth, signed by someone called Nozomi Takahashi.
(how did the cat know to find his bedroom? Ah, but who is he to question the power of friendship?)
(this is the only good thing to happen to him that day anyway lol, when the royal family learns that he failed to get to the Unseelie Court all hell breaks predictably lose)
From then on, a kind of pen pal friendship develops between them. He also notices the cat hanging around the palace premises more ā€” In fact, according to Ichimatsu, it's one of his oldest friends, and Karamatsu actually played with it sometimes when they were younger. He just doesn't remember because he has, quote, "miso for brains, tch". The cat starts favouring Karamatsu more, too, which means that he gets into the habit of confiding in it.
The way I can see this story going šŸ¤” Is that at some point, probably as the marriage date draws close, a few things happen:
Feelings develop between Karamatsu and Nozomi, however because Karamatsu is already betrothed it lands them in a very tortuous situation.
It becomes increasingly obvious to everyone that the Unseelie Queen is a bit... Controlling, and impatient, and volatile, and essentially toxic when it comes to Karamatsu. But unfortunately for everyone, Karamatsu copes through denial and also avoidance, and honestly given the alliance at stake there's just no motivation to get him out of it.
Kara lets some of his truer feelings show through when he's with Nozomi, but once again, he's not positive he'd be able to be useful, or even land a political marriage as good as the one he'd got lined up if he were to call it off. He's also terrified of the Fairy Queen's wrath not that he'd tell you.
Eventually, it would somehow be revealed that Nozomi is the former Seelie Court princess, who was cursed by the Unseelie Queen during a war between the courts. Not really sure how they'd discover this though šŸ¤” I'm thinking of having Chibita + his flower fairy play a part in this, not that I know what Chibita's role in this AU would be but he'd absolutely still maintain the role of his no-nonsense, ride or die bff. Because honestly, I can't see anyone else siding with Karamatsu if he suddenly says that he doesn't want to marry the Unseelie Queen, but not only that! He needs to do everything in such a way that'd allow him to break Nozomi's curse and court her instead.
(I mean, I guess that according to the Samples, My Guy skit, Kara could eventually appeal to Choro's virginal love for fairytale romance? And obviously, for the sake of character development, all of his brothers would come around, starting with Jyushi, Oso, Totty and Ichi, in that order? But that's definitely a later development).
As a story it's probably a bit clichƩ ^^U But alas, that's what fairytales are for, aren't they. Subversions can come from execution rather than tropes anyway.
And that's the KaraNozo with Cursed Fairy Princess Nozomi AU šŸ’ž
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fingertipsmp3 Ā· 4 months ago
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Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself
#nearly bought a digital typewriter today. actually i DID buy a digital typewriter today. officially yes i have bought a digital typewriter.#the money for the digital typewriter has left my account but i have emailed them to cancel the order because i can't in good faith buy#a digital typewriter when i don't fucking WRITE#i thought it might help me get back into it. distraction free and while allowing me to not judge my own writing#and be continuously editing while i write and going 'i'm crap i'm crap i'm crap no one will ever read this and if they do they will think#that i'm garbage and that i should feel bad etc etc etc'#but it's too expensive and i have the feeling i wouldn't even like or use the thing once i got it#because the IDEAS! the ideas aren't coming to me. or rather they are but none of them seem to stick#i feel underconfident in writing any of them#and then i have old projects that i've always wanted to get back to like the tennis romance thing but SO much has changed since i first#started drafting it. like i don't even know if i like the main couple anymore. i kind of want to put both of them with different OCs of min#but it'd switch up the WHOLE story if i had a different cast#in fact most of the problem lies in the fact that i have this long-running bedtime story i tell myself every night with lore#and a massive cast of characters that i switch out depending on who i'm most interested in right now and every so often i incorporate new#themes and ideas and motifs and plot points sometimes based on media i've been watching because it's MY bedtime story and it doesn't matter#if i plagiarise in my own brain. but then obviously i can't plagiarise in real life#and none of my bedtime stories are GOING anywhere. sometimes i only get through a scene or two before i fall asleep#all of which means my bedtime story is not so much a sweeping epic novel but a sitcom with way too many characters#most of which are werewolves to be honest and sometimes for my own wish fulfilment one of them will walk out of my head#and take care of my problems for me by lending me Ā£1million or murdering my best friend's ex. in my mind obviously#so it's like. it's a case of getting in there and annexing off the stuff i think i can use#it's like yeah i've definitely written several romance novels in my head in the process of this but does it matter if they're IN my HEAD#to be honest i feel like my main strength is in creating characters. like i have this one family of werewolves i've been slowly but surely#adding members to since i was like 16. maybe younger? no yeah i think i made the first one when i was 12#they're compelling to ME anyway. i care about them. it's just PLOTS. i can't plot#if a book could just be a lot of dialogue and sex scenes and silly moments and character studies i'd be alright#i also can't describe settings. don't ask me to because i can't#and now i'm just annoyed with myself because i sat down at my laptop to try to write and instead i'm here complaining about how i don't wri#and if i had the digital typewriter... i mean i'd probably still be doing this i'd just no longer have Ā£300#i don't have the Ā£300 anyway. i hope to christ they refund my card i'm a fucking idiot
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ranger-kellyn Ā· 8 months ago
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out in the field for a work trip, and on the drive i kept thinking about my fic Second Chances. i've really wanted to get working on it again, but any time i've tried to work on it, it feels like i'm...idk...pulling myself down to work on it? like, i started that fic in ~2017, so i was a younger writer at that point. while i very much have that fic to thank for where i'm at today, anytime i go to work on it to try to finish it off, i feel like i can't write at any of my current level. i also suffer from a ton of "i wish i had done [insert at least 12 different things] differently".
which eventually lead me to asking myself, "What if i just rewrite the whole thing? it would very much be the same story-- we [cynthia/diantha] dated when we were teenagers, had a bad, messy breakup, and both spiraled until we were in our late 30s, where we reunited at a much better place in our lives-- but it would get to be...more polished."
and so that's a thought i'm having
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exopelagic Ā· 7 months ago
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what WAS the normal child response to learning abt climate change actually. bc Iā€™m pretty sure ā€˜depressed for at least 6 months and becoming deeply fascinated by apocalypses for ~3 yearsā€™ was prooooobably not it but who am I to say
#did NOT realise how much this has shaped me actually#also am not exaggerating when I say depressed I. cannot remmeber a lot of it but my parents were Worried about me#anyway I joke abt how Iā€™m a biologist now bc of pokemon and that is very true but this is probably a pretty big chunk too#itā€™s just wild like that happened when I was 11 and I was DEEEEEP in the apocalypse trenches until I was at least 14#I think I wrote my first longish story when I was? 13? about waking up after some massive chunk of time to a world with no people left#that concept rlly held onto me for some reason. just all the people suddenly disappearing#Iā€™m saying all this like Iā€™m not still rlly into apocalypse stories but it is a mere shadow of its former self#anyway Iā€™m so grateful for the conservation module I took this year bc learning abt the state of everything + the way out of it#scientifically instead of piecemeal from the news and the shit I could read abt. has been rlly good for my everything honestly#didnā€™t properly sink in until two months ago I donā€™t think that year this is kiiinda what I would like to do with my life#bc Iā€™d always been resistant to the idea of doing conservation or climate science or anything bc historically thinking abt it for too long#has been BAD for me and I didnā€™t think I could do that forever while keeping most of me#but now Iā€™m at a point where like. okay very likely Iā€™m gonna be an actual scientist. and while pure science is cool and worthwhile#and I still have feelings abt how thereā€™s no funding or anything for studies without immediate practical applications#(THEY NORMALLY COME LATER AND EVEN IF THEY DONT ITS WORTH KNOWING EVERYTHING WE CAN KNOW SHUT UUUUPPP)#i do wanna do smth thatā€™s gonna make a difference bc like Iā€™m kinda in a position where thatā€™s possible here#anyway my masters is gonna be ecology and hopefully with a microclimate focus which is cool as hell and will hopefully keep stuff open a bit#and Iā€™m gonna try do as much as I can next year. thereā€™s some very cool stuff happening I might be able to join#anyway wow this took a turn#climate crisis! woo!!#luke.txt
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tangential-hooligan Ā· 2 years ago
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(Iā€™m trying to practice drawing in general, with different poses, angles, body language, expressionsā€¦ Also learning what exactly my pens look like on paper! So hereā€™s a dump of the stuff Iā€™ve made so far today, and of course, my brain wouldnā€™t rest until I colored it all šŸ˜”šŸ„² Oh well.)
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taexual Ā· 10 months ago
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sooo... before chpt 17 I didn't think OC should get back with JK.... but now i might want to retract that šŸ¤­ bless him he does have a good heart after all, he's just misguided šŸ¤¦ I legit laughed so hard at the projector story, that whole story was so real. for sure he still needs to step up going forward, but my rage levels towards him have definitely lowered. my lord this fic is a rollercoaster for me as a reader šŸ˜… also plse tell OC to STAY IN BED omg šŸ˜£
he definitely does have a good heart, he's just very very dumb!!!
and i'm so glad you're on this ride with me!!!! šŸ¤šŸ¤ we'll have some more ups and downs in the near future, but we got this!!!!
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yours-the-author Ā· 1 year ago
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Theoretical Fic Poll Incoming:
Sooo... this is completely hypothetical, buuuuuut... If I decided to write one or both of these ideas into full fledged fics at some point in the future...
Here's a one shot of each concept to help you decide:
Copperright: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49037
Panprice: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49386988/chapters/124857655
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nostalgia-tblr Ā· 1 year ago
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#the sylki-versus-the-grandmaster fic that i started in february has just passed 5000 words HOW THE FUCK????#this is the 'oh it's too fucked up to actually finish' thing that i add a bit to whenever things are getting too wholesome elsewhere#and it's not even THAT fucked up aside from the erm constant threat of death and the very-very-dubcon stuff#i started out with the thought 'actually i don't think sylvie would do at all well on sakaar she's too blunt and no good at flattery'#don't ask me how this logically leads to increasingly disturbing frostmaster dubcon it just does okay#but it seems like this might be something i could actually finish now which is maybe good as it's had a title for several months already#(ā€œLove Is A Danger Of A Different Kindā€ if you were wondering which you probably weren't especially)#it's not effed-up enough to be posted Anon but it might be effed-up enough that nobody's going to want to click on it if posted#or maybe i should just tell myself that last part in case it's actually terrible and i just haven't realised that yet#but that cannot be as the first line is ā€œSo why havenā€™t you two fucked yet?ā€ which is definitely a 100% solid classic opener right there!!!#i think the grandmaster might be the actual worst person from the thor movies he has no sympathetic story he's just a massive bastard#that's why i keep putting him in things. last year's sylki dubcon fic would have floundered without him!#i wouldn't say grandmaster/loki is something i 'ship' as such - it's more something i stare at in horrified fascination#so anywho i just wanted to share my shock that it's somehow got to that many words#i have no idea how long the finished fic would/will be other than 'longer than it perhaps should be'
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hxcgirl666 Ā· 2 years ago
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Metal in Austin
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toestalucia Ā· 7 months ago
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good morning i thought about the latest story update a second too long again
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corvidae-quills Ā· 9 months ago
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ja3yun Ā· 2 months ago
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In Safe Hands
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roommate!heejake x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, dom!heeseung, softdom!jake (kinda), oral (m&f. rec), fingering, double pen, anal, squirting, mentions of choking, slapping (twice, not hard), spanking, spit, pet names (angel, sweetheart, slut), pure filth, heejake eat reader out at the same time but that's about as mlm as it gets, not proof read, anything else lmk. w.c: 19.6k synopsis: your brother, sunghoon, has left you in the safe hands of his two best friends. little does he know that those 'safe' hands are about to be all over you. a/n: hi! okay this is pure smut, like basically a pwp atp. my beautiful bestie ruby @dollyyun, this one is for you! i wrote this entirely for all your horn needs <3 i hope you love it! as always, comments, reblogs, etc etc are all welcome! this isn't something i usually do but for ruby i will.
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With a grunt of effort, your older brother hoists your bulky box of unread books up the narrow staircase, muscles straining against the weight. His face is set in a grimace, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he curses under his breath. ā€œWhy the hell did she pack so many books?ā€ he mutters, breathless.Ā 
He knows he should be cursing his friends more than the weight of your belongings - theyā€™re the ones who thought living on the top floor of a six-story building with no elevator was a brilliant idea. Then again, he should probably be cursing himself the most. It was his bright idea to suggest that you temporarily move in with his best friends Jake and Heeseung.
You and your brother, Sunghoon, are finally moving out of your parents' house. The desire for freedom, for space that doesnā€™t involve the relentless noise of your four younger siblings, has been simmering for years. At first, Sunghoon planned to move out alone, excited to claim his independence and a taste of solitude. But you werenā€™t about to let him escape so easily. You pleaded, over and over, wearing him down with promises that you wouldnā€™t be a burden, that youā€™d pay your share of the rent on time without fail, and that heā€™d barely even notice you were there.
And because Sunghoon has a massive soft spot for you, it wasnā€™t long before he caved.Ā 
But your earnest pleas and big doe eyes have created a bit of a problem. The one-bedroom flat Sunghoon initially secured for himself was definitely not equipped to house both of you. With no other option but to look for a larger place, Sunghoon is forced to start scouring the rental market again. Meanwhile, your parents, seizing the opportunity, quickly repurposed your old rooms. His room became your youngest brotherā€™s new, much-coveted space, and yours was transformed into your momā€™s long-awaited home office. The message was clear: they loved you both, but they were more than ready to reclaim their home. It was as if they were holding open the door with one hand and pushing you through it with the other. They wanted you out as badly as you wanted to leave.
The bond between you and Sunghoon has always been unbreakable. As the two eldest in a large family, youā€™ve naturally gravitated towards each other for support.
At 22, Sunghoon has always taken on the protective role, while you, at 20, have been his closest companion. With your other siblings much younger - at least a seven-year age gap between them and the two of you - there were countless moments when it felt like it was just the two of you against the world. The late-night talks, the inside jokes, the shared burden of babysitting - those memories have created an unspoken understanding that makes living together now seem natural, almost like slipping into a familiar rhythm.
And thatā€™s how youā€™ve ended up here, in Sunghoonā€™s best friendā€™s tiny flat, your temporary refuge until Sunghoon manages to secure a new lease on a place that can fit you both. The apartment, perched at the very top of a creaking, century-old building, is barely big enough for its current occupants, let alone one more, but they insisted on helping.Ā 
Since this living arrangement is only temporary, thereā€™s no point in unpacking your belongings just to repack them again in a few weeks. The result is a cramped, cluttered mess; the room looks more like a makeshift warehouse than a living space. Yet, neither of the boys seems particularly disgruntled by the chaos. If anything, they look almost amused as they manoeuvre around the piles of boxes.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Sunghoon stumbles into the flat, his breath ragged and his legs burning from the climb. He barely manages to get the door open before letting the heavy box of books drop at his feet with a dull thud. He bends forward, resting his hands on his knees as he takes a moment to catch his breath, sweat trickling down his temples.
His eyes scan the small living room, which is already in disarray. Jake and Heeseung are busy shifting their couch and other furniture around, trying to carve out a space for the mountain of boxes that have taken over their home.
ā€œThanks for letting her stay here, guys. I know itā€™s a big ask,ā€ Sunghoon huffs out his appreciation, still slightly breathless. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and carefully climbs over a few stacked boxes to get closer to them. Thereā€™s sincerity in his voice, a touch of guilt too, knowing that his sisterā€™s sudden arrival will most likely cause a tear in their normal routines.
Jakeā€™s face lights up with his trademark bright smile, his eyes crinkling into happy crescents. He waves a hand dismissively as if brushing away any notion of inconvenience. ā€œItā€™s no worries,ā€ he replies, his tone warm and reassuring. ā€œSheā€™s always fun to have around.ā€ His voice is genuine, and thereā€™s a glimmer of fondness in his eyes. Itā€™s clear he means it, and itā€™s enough to ease some of the tension in Sunghoonā€™s shoulders.
Heeseung, who has been busy adjusting a leaning bookshelf against the wall, turns to face Sunghoon, a small grin upturning his lips. ā€œYou sure you donā€™t wanna stay here too?ā€ he teases, tossing a can of beer toward Sunghoon in a slow, lazy arc.
Catching the can, Sunghoon replies with a soft chuckle, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He presses it against his cheek for a moment, savouring the coolness before cracking it open. ā€œNah, Iā€™ve got Mars to crash with,ā€ he replies, his voice softening slightly at the mention of his girlfriendā€™s name. While your only option was his friendsā€™ crowded flat, he had a much more appealing alternative in his girlfriendā€™s place.
Jakeā€™s laugh breaks the brief silence, a low and knowing chuckle that causes his shoulders to shake. ā€œTo fuck, you mean?ā€ he quips, raising a single eyebrow with a playful smirk tugging at his lips.Ā 
The boy shrugs and takes a long gulp of his beer, giving an unrepentant gesture. "Either way, it's a bed, isn't it?" he replies, his mouth twisting into a relaxed grin. "Plus, I don't really want Y/N to hear me shaking the house, if you know what I mean.." His tone of voice is light, playful, yet his eyes are filled with slight horror at the thought.
He loves you - he truly does - but he and Mars seldom have undisturbed time together, and the idea of enjoying a few weeks without frequent interruptions is too appealing to pass up. The thought of you crashing on a mattress in the living room while her bedframe taps repeatedly against the wall makes him quiver. Thatā€™s a level of sibling intimacy heā€™s sure neither of you wants to reach.
ā€œOh, so youā€™re alright with her hearing us?ā€ Jake's eyes gleam with mischief, clearly enjoying how easily he can rile up his friend. He leans back against the arm of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for the inevitable comeback.
Setting his beer down, Sunghoon turns to face him fully, his expression suddenly serious. ā€œAs long as you keep it to her hearing it and nothing else,ā€ he replies sharply, his voice carrying a warning edge. The room falls into a brief, awkward silence that Jake breaks with a chuckle, amused by Sunghoonā€™s protective streak. But Sunghoonā€™s gaze doesnā€™t waver, and he leans forward, his voice dropping to a low tone. ā€œIā€™m serious. If either of you so much as touch her, I will personally saw your cocks off with rocks.ā€
Jakeā€™s laugh dies in his throat, replaced by a wary smile. He exchanges a glance with Heeseung, who gives him a knowing look, a silent conversation between them before collecting themselves.Ā 
ā€œYou donā€™t have anything to worry about,ā€ Heeseung reassures him, his voice calm and measured. ā€œY/Nā€™s a good girl anyway.ā€ He nods as he speaks, trying to diffuse the tension but a flicker of spark as he calls you a good girl flashes in his irisā€™.Ā 
ā€œYeah, she knows better than to jump on Heeā€™s infested cock,ā€ Jake quips with a smart-ass grin, dispelling the weird aura that this conversation has brought between the three of them. The words spill out effortlessly, taking jabs at his best friend comes so naturally, and Heeseungā€™s face twists in sarcastic offence.
ā€œAt least girls wanna fuck me, huh, Mister ā€˜itā€™s been three weeksā€™,ā€ Heeseung shoots back without missing a beat, his voice dripping with mock pity. He leans closer to Jake, nudging him playfully with his elbow. The banter between them escalates, their voices overlapping as they trade jabs like two kids in a schoolyard. The energy in the room is electric, charged with the sort of camaraderie that comes from knowing exactly how to push each otherā€™s buttons.
ā€œShut the fu-ā€Ā 
ā€œGuys, both of you shut up.ā€ Sunghoonā€™s tone is commanding, the kind of no-nonsense voice that instantly demands attention as he cuts through their back-and-forth nips. Jake and Heeseung fall silent, their grins fading as they see his serious gaze. ā€œIā€™m serious. No touching my sister,ā€ Sunghoon continues, each word deliberate and heavy. ā€œEnd of story.ā€
Jake and Heeseung exchange a quick look, and like schoolchildren caught red-handed, they nod in unison, their earlier bravado slipping away. ā€œAlright, alright, we get it,ā€ Jake finally says, raising his hands in surrender, a sheepish smile creeping back onto his face. ā€œMessage received, man.ā€Ā 
Heeseung doesnā€™t say a word, instead looking down, his mind deep in contemplation as he bites his lip.
Sunghoon watches them for a moment longer, his stare sharp and unwavering, before he finally relaxes, picking up his beer again. He takes a long, slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe the heat still coursing through his body. ā€œGood,ā€ he mutters, but thereā€™s a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips now. ā€œJust making sure.ā€
Your footsteps echo in the narrow corridor as you trudge up the stairs, carrying a small box that is featherweight compared to the heavy one your brother had just hauled up not five minutes ago. As you step inside, Jake spots you and immediately rushes over, kicking some stray bags out of your path to clear the way. ā€œWatch yourself, pretty,ā€ he says with a playful grin.
ā€œThank you, Jaeyun,ā€ you reply with a smile, your tone warm and appreciative. His use of the sudden nickname causes a faint blush to creep up your cheeks, which doesnā€™t go unnoticed by him. Youā€™re used to Jakeā€™s harmless flirting, itā€™s just part of who he is, but that doesnā€™t mean it doesnā€™t catch you off guard from time to time. There's always a momentary flutter in your chest whenever he turns that easy charm on you, and this time is no different.Ā 
As you hand the box over to him, your fingers graze his, a brief touch that sends a spark through your skin but you quickly shake it off, stepping away from him as he stacks the box on top of others.
You take a moment to survey your surroundings. Though youā€™ve been in this flat more times than you have fingers, the knowledge that itā€™s now going to be your home for the next few weeks makes you see it from a completely different perspective.Ā 
The guys have definitely made an effort to clean; the place looks more put together than usual if you take away your abundance of bags and boxes, but thereā€™s a strange vibe hanging in the air. It's an odd mix of familiarity and uncertainty. Youā€™ve only ever been here as a guest, mostly to watch movies with your brother, his girlfriend, and the two tenants. But now, youā€™ll be doing everything here - sleeping, showering, studying - things you never imagined doing under this roof.
It doesnā€™t help that you wouldnā€™t exactly call yourself close with both of them, well, with Jake, maybe you could consider yourselves friendly. He always goes out of his way to make you feel welcome whenever you visit. If you need an extra blanket, heā€™s there with one almost before you can ask. If youā€™re in the mood for tea or coffee, Jake seems to magically appear with a steaming mug in hand. Thereā€™s a warmth to him, a natural generosity that makes you feel at ease, even if he turns the situation horny in 0.2 seconds. He's got a knack for toeing the line between friendly and flirty, but somehow it never crosses into uncomfortable territory. Instead, it just makes the atmosphere a little lighter, a little more fun.
Heeseung, on the other hand, is a bit more of a mystery. Heā€™s always been somewhat reserved around you, distant even. Not cold, exactly, but certainly not as openly friendly as Jake. Youā€™ve never taken it personally, though. You know he isnā€™t the type to shower people with affection or heap on praise. Heā€™s more of an observer, the kind who stands on the outskirts of the chaos, quietly taking it all in rather than diving into the fray. Thereā€™s a calmness to him that can feel almost intimidating, but thereā€™s also a sense of steadiness that you find strangely comforting. Still, the idea of sharing a space with someone who keeps to himself so much leaves you wondering how the dynamics might shift now that youā€™ll be living under the same roof.
ā€œYou got many more bags?ā€ Heeseung asks, his voice carrying curiosity as he glances over at you.
ā€œUh, two more?ā€ you reply, slightly sheepish.
Sunghoon sighs, clearly exasperated. ā€œI told you to pack light for now,ā€ he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration. To be fair, you might have overpacked just a smidge and not listened to him when he told you to only bring necessary things with you to the new house and toss out the rest, but the last thing you want is to be caught without something important - hence the extra bags.
ā€œItā€™s okay, Iā€™ll get them,ā€ Heeseung offers, his tone matter-of-fact.
ā€œI can help,ā€ you quickly volunteer, not wanting to seem like a burden, but he simply shakes his head, already turning toward the stairs. Without another word, he jogs down the steps to retrieve the remaining bags, his long strides making quick work of the descent. You watch him go, a grateful smile tugging at your lips because you know for a fact that those last two bags are the heaviest - you probably should have told him that.
As you stand there, Jake drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into his side, his touch light but familiar. ā€œWeā€™ll have the best time, huh?ā€ he says with a grin, his voice full of easy confidence.
You look up at him, matching his smile as you offer him a half-hug in return. ā€œFor sure,ā€ you reply, feeling a bit of your earlier anxiety melt away. Jake has always had a way of making you feel at ease, his energy infectious in the best possible way.
Sunghoon, however, canā€™t help but notice the physical contact, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Jakeā€™s arm around you. He doesnā€™t say anything, though; he knows Jake well enough to understand that this kind of skinship is just part of who he is. Too many times has Sunghoon been on the receiving end of Jakeā€™s clinginess, so he lets it slide, albeit with a small sigh of resignation.
A moment later, Heeseung appears at the bottom of the final flight of stairs, grunting softly as he makes his way back up, each step slow and deliberate under the weight of your bags. His muscles strain visibly beneath his t-shirt, the fabric stretching tight across his shoulders and arms. ā€œDid you pack a dead body in here?ā€ he huffs, finally reaching the top and setting the bags down with a heavy thud. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath, his lean, strong frame clearly pushed to its limits by the sheer weight.
Even as he exhales, his muscles begin to relax, but your eyes are drawn to the way the veins still protrude along his forearms, winding like thick cords beneath his skin. His biceps, now flexed from the exertion, stand out in sharp relief, the definition in his arms a testament to his strength. Itā€™s clear that Heeseung is no stranger to physical labour - his body is built for it - but even he seems momentarily winded by the effort, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.
You arenā€™t oblivious to how attractive Heeseung is, in fact, itā€™s quite the opposite. Ever since Sunghoon first introduced you to his friends, youā€™ve been aware of the magnetic pull both of them seem to have on you. And honestly, who wouldnā€™t feel that way? Jake, with his effortless charm and eyes so dreamy they could melt stone, has a way of drawing you in without even trying.Ā 
Then thereā€™s Heeseung - tall and broad, with a quiet confidence that radiates off him in waves. His smile, rare as it is, sends your heart into a wild spin whenever youā€™re lucky enough to see it. Thereā€™s something about his reserved nature, the way he watches the room with those sharp eyes, that makes him even more intriguing.
As he straightens up, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, thereā€™s a brief moment where you catch yourself staring, fascinated by the raw power in his frame but the slight cracks from his shoulders speak volumes, and you canā€™t help but feel a pang of guilt for making him carry such a heavy load.
ā€œThanks, Heeseung,ā€ you murmur, your voice sincere as you meet his eyes, hoping to convey just how much you appreciate his help. He simply nods, brushing it off as no big deal, and thereā€™s a slight, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
Bending down, you reach for one of the bags to help out, wanting to ease some of the burden. But before you can get a grip on it, Jake swoops in and grabs it first. You watch as he lifts it, his arm muscles flexing with the effort. You can see him struggle with the weight, his smile faltering for just a second but Jake being Jake, tries to play it off with his usual nonchalance, shrugging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing the handle of the other one.Ā 
ā€œIf you take the other handle, you can help me carry it and Iā€™ll show you to your room,ā€ he says, flashing you that familiar grin that always seems to promise mischief and fun.
You smile back and nod, stepping in to grab the other handle. The two of you share the load and together, you manoeuvre down the narrow hallway, leaving Sunghoon and Heeseung behind.
With your back turned you miss the subtle flicker of annoyance that crosses Heeseungā€™s face as he watches you giggle over something Jake just said. His jaw tightens, and he shifts his weight slightly, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before turning away. Thereā€™s something unreadable in his gaze, a mix of frustration and something else.
Sunghoon, however, catches the change in his friendā€™s expression. Turning to Heeseung, he looks dead serious, his usual relaxed demeanour replaced with a steely resolve. ā€œLook after her, yeah?ā€ he says, his voice low but firm. ā€œI trust you more than Jake with this, donā€™t do something stupid.ā€
Your brother isnā€™t distrusting of Jake, but youā€™re easily swayed and Jake has a smooth tongue, he canā€™t help but imagine the two of you under the same roof and what could happen. And Heeseung, even if that look gave Sunghoon a reason to be concerned, would know better than to touch you.
ā€œDonā€™t worry,ā€ Heeseung replies, his voice steady. ā€œSheā€™s in safe hands.ā€ Thereā€™s a weight behind his words, something that Sunghoon misses entirely.
Itā€™s not Jake he should be worried about.
_____
The past three weeks have been nothing short of incredible. The newfound freedom from your parents has made you feel like a new person. Thereā€™s a weight lifted off your shoulders that you hadnā€™t realised was there until it was gone.Ā 
Living with Jake and Heeseung has been refreshing; they respect your privacy in a way that youā€™re not used to. They donā€™t bombard you with a million questions about where youā€™ve been or why youā€™re going out at odd hours of the night, unlike your parents, who seem to hover over your every move, they trust you to make your own choices.Ā 
Jake, in particular, brings a lightness to the flat that youā€™ve grown to adore. His infectious humour seems to brighten up even the dullest of days. He has a way of pulling you out of your shell with his playful teasing and silly antics. But then, thereā€™s his flirting - relentless and almost too easy. Itā€™s always just on the line of being harmless fun, but lately, youā€™ve noticed your chest fluttering whenever heā€™s around. Like the time heā€™d cornered you in the kitchen, grinning as he leaned in close under the pretence of grabbing something from the cabinet behind you. Or that morning when he "accidentally" walked into your room while you were changing, only to stand there gawking at your tits before insisting on making you breakfast to make up for it. Youā€™ve tried to play it cool, but his attention has started to make your heart race, and you canā€™t help but wonder if he notices.
Heeseung, however, is a different story. While he has been welcoming enough, thereā€™s a strange awkwardness between you two that you canā€™t quite put your finger on. Itā€™s not that heā€™s unfriendly or cold, just...distant. Youā€™ve racked your brain trying to figure out why. Thereā€™s no clear reason for it, so youā€™ve concluded that itā€™s probably because youā€™re invading his space. After all, the idea of doing Sunghoon a favour by letting his little sister crash here is probably better in theory than in practice.Ā 
Youā€™re aware that Heeseungā€™s never lived with a girl before; maybe itā€™s just a bit of an adjustment for him. Perhaps heā€™s not used to the softer touches around the flat, like your skincare bottles lining the bathroom shelf or your fluffy slippers by the door. So, youā€™ve been careful to keep your distance, to not get in his way or make him feel uncomfortable. The last thing you want is to be a bother to him when heā€™s being so kind and giving up his own room for you, sharing a bedroom with Jake to accommodate your presence.
On Thursday evening, you come home from your shift at the cafe, tired but content. As you slip off your shoes, you notice only one other pair at the door. Thatā€™s strange, by this time, both Jake and Heeseung are usually back home, lounging around or playing video games.Ā 
Turning the corner, your breath catches in your throat. Heeseung is there, sitting on the edge of the couch, dressed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His chest is bare, revealing a toned, lean physique that you hadn't seen up close before. His skin is tanned and smooth, glistening slightly because heā€™s just stepped out of the shower.Ā 
Your eyes trace the faint lines of his abs, the way they ripple subtly as he moves. Below his navel, a small trail of hair disappears beneath the waistband of his joggers, and you find yourself staring for a moment longer than you should, teeth instinctively biting the skin of your bottom lip. The sight is unexpectedly intimate, almost like youā€™ve walked in on something private, and your cheeks heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and something else you canā€™t quite name, or rather, simply donā€™t wish to acknowledge.
ā€œHey,ā€ his voice is gruff, indicating that he hasnā€™t spoken in a while. His tone is low, almost raspy, sending a small shiver down your spine. He runs his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and his eyes stay fixed on you, waiting. ā€œHow was work?ā€
Heeseung doesnā€™t seem to notice you at first, busy towelling off his damp pink hair, but when he looks up and catches your eye, thereā€™s a brief flash of surprise on his face.
For a second, neither of you moves. His gaze holds yours, and you feel pinned under the weight of it, your heart thudding in your chest. Then, his eyebrows raise in a twitch and he nods at you in acknowledgement.Ā 
The conversation is trivial and bland and you expect it from Heeseung, considering this is how every interaction between you both has gone since living together. But right now, with the godly sight in front of you, your mouth feels dry, and you find it incredibly hard to piece together words for an answer that donā€™t include the filthy thoughts racing through your mind. Your gaze flickers over his bare torso again, lingering on the way his abs subtly flex with each breath, the light sheen of water still clinging to his skin.
It doesnā€™t help that youā€™re ovulating. Thatā€™s probably why youā€™re acting so feral over a manā€™s body right now. But then again, this isnā€™t just any man - this is Lee Heeseung. Heā€™s perfect in every way, from his strong jawline and pretty nose to his long, kissable neck and the faint v-line that disappears into his sweatpants. Your eyes trail lower, curiosity burning within you. Youā€™d love to expand further on your thoughts about him if only you knew what you were working with, but your imagination will have to suffice for now.Ā 
When you donā€™t respond right away, Heeseungā€™s expression shifts slightly. He leaves the towel on the couch, his eyes narrowing with concern, and takes a few steps closer to you. The sudden proximity sends your heart into overdrive, and you canā€™t help but notice the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, his presence electric. ā€œAre you okay, Y/N?ā€ he asks softly, his voice more gentle now, laced with genuine worry. ā€œDid something happen?ā€
You snap back to reality, blinking rapidly as you try to shake off the haze of your thoughts. Your cheeks flush, and you clear your throat, hoping he canā€™t read your mind. ā€œOh, uh - yeah, Iā€™m fine!ā€ you finally stammer out, forcing a smile. ā€œWork was just...busy, I guess. A lot of orders today.ā€
Of course, Heeseung is dubious of your sudden stuttering, wondering what on earth has gotten into you. Then, for a split second, your pupils dart to his chest then back to his face, and that is all the clues he needs to conclude his thoughts. Youā€™re nervous.Ā 
He would never dare tell Sunghoon that heā€™s been wishing for this moment for the past year. He was so eager to have you stay, thinking that it would be different from how it has turned out; Heeseung was going to use the opportunity to get close to you, figure out your opinions on him and see what he could capitalise on in an effort to make you crumble beneath him. He didnā€™t exactly need forever with you, one night of you screaming his name would suffice.
Heeseung isnā€™t one to walk around without a shirt on, so seeing him like this is a rare and unexpected sight. You've never seen him this way before, and it's clear that he never anticipated how much it would affect you.
Normally, youā€™ve shown little interest, or at least youā€™ve managed to hide it well. But now, standing before him with your eyes betraying a flicker of something more, Heeseung feels a strange excitement building in his chest, hammering away with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
But that changed once Sunghoon shot that warning look, even fearless Jake was momentarily quaking at the intense gaze of his eyes. Still, youā€™ve also made it impossible for him to get close.Ā 
Though ever the opportunist, Heeseung spots an opening right now, any concerns about Sunghoonā€™s threats out the window as he looks into your wide, pretty eyes.
A slow, teasing smirk tugs at his lips, and he takes another step closer, closing the distance between you even more. ā€œYou sure youā€™re okay?ā€ he asks, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone that sends a wave of heat crashing over you. ā€œYou look a little flustered.ā€
You swallow hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. ā€œIā€™m fine,ā€ you insist, but it comes out a little breathless, betraying the effect heā€™s having on you. God, why is he so fucking hot?
Heeseungā€™s eyes narrow playfully, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. ā€œIf I didnā€™t know any better,ā€ he murmurs, his lips barely brushing your skin, ā€œIā€™d say you were distracted.ā€ His hand reaches out, fingers lightly grazing your arm, sending a shiver through you.
You donā€™t know how to handle this side of him. Heeseung is usually reserved, his words careful and measured. But now, thereā€™s a boldness to him - a confidence that makes your stomach flutter. Flustered and overwhelmed, you decide itā€™s best to retreat before you embarrass yourself further. ā€œI-Iā€™m going to get ready for bed.ā€ You turn on your heel, ready to escape to the safety of your room.
But before you can take another step, Heeseungā€™s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist firmly but gently. He pulls you back toward him, his eyes dark and searching. ā€œWhy do you do that?ā€ he asks, his voice suddenly serious.
You blink up at him, your heart racing. ā€œDo what?ā€
ā€œAvoid me,ā€ he clarifies, his tone both curious and frustrated. ā€œYouā€™re always so keen to talk to Jake, but when itā€™s me, you justā€¦scurry off.ā€
Your mouth opens, then closes, your mind scrambling for an explanation. You shake your head, trying to appear calm. ā€œItā€™s not what you think.ā€
Heeseungā€™s eyes bore into yours, his expression a mix of playful challenge and something deeper, something almost vulnerable. ā€œItā€™s not?ā€ he repeats, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. ā€œBecause Iā€™m starting to think you might not like me.ā€
His words are teasing, but thereā€™s a shadow of insecurity in his stare, a hint that he might be more serious than heā€™s letting on. Your heart aches at the thought that he might feel unwanted or disliked. You shake your head vehemently. ā€œNo, not at all,ā€ you rush to say, your voice soft. ā€œItā€™s justā€¦youā€™re so quiet and distant with me. I thought maybe you saw me as a burden, like I was getting in your way or something. So I just, find it better to stay away.ā€
Heeseungā€™s brow furrows in confusion, clearly taken aback by your words. He seems to be processing what you said, his mind sifting through memories of the past few weeks. Was he cold to you? He hadnā€™t thought so but maybe all those times hiding in his room when you were watching TV with Jake, giggling and happy as you both shared inside jokes, or how he purposefully left early to give you time to have a shower without the worry of his presence, gave you an impression he didnā€™t want to leave.
His eyes search yours as if heā€™s seeing you for the first time in weeks. You lick your lips nervously, and he notices the way your pupils are blown wide, a hint of want flickering in them. The knowing hits him like a wave, giving him the courage to say what heā€™s been holding back for so long. Heeseung leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing yours as he speaks, ā€œDo you know why I do that? Keep my distance?ā€
ā€œWhy?ā€ you whisper, your breath hitching.
ā€œBecause Iā€™m trying so hard to control myself around you,ā€ he admits, his voice low and rough with desire. The words hang in the air between you, heavy and charged. Before you can fully process them, he presses his body against yours, backing you up until youā€™re pinned between him and the wall. His spare hand comes up to steady you, fingers splayed across your waist, and you feel the firm, unmistakable press of his member against your stomach.
Your breath catches in your throat, your entire body buzzing with electricity. His gaze is locked on yours, his expression intense and hungry, waiting for any sign of rejection or acceptance from you. When you donā€™t pull away, his lips curl into a smirk, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist. ā€œYou have no idea how hard itā€™s been,ā€ he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, ā€œto keep my hands off you.ā€
You shiver, your body responding to his words in a way that leaves you breathless, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. ā€œThen donā€™t,ā€ you murmur, your voice barely audible but carrying all the weight of your desires. Would Sunghoon kill you both for this? Yes. But are you clouded with the thought of getting fucked by the man in front of you? Abso-fucking-lty.
Heeseungā€™s resolve snaps the moment he catches the glint of desire in your eyes, raw and unmistakable. He doesnā€™t hesitate; his hand grips your face with a roughness that sends a shiver down your spine, dragging you in as his lips crash into yours with an intensity thatā€™s anything but careful. Thereā€™s nothing gentle about it - his kiss is fierce, almost aggressive, fueled by pent-up lust that heā€™s no longer bothering to control, any thoughts about Sunghoon and his warning gone from his mind.
His mouth moves against yours in a frenzy, urgent and demanding, as if heā€™s trying to devour you whole. His tongue pushes past your lips, claiming your mouth with a possessiveness that leaves you breathless. He tastes like heat and desperation, and you meet him with equal fervour, your tongues tangling in a messy dance of want. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging slightly, almost punishingly, before his mouth slants over yours again, deeper, harder.
Your hands slide up his torso, fingers skimming over the slight ridges of his abs, and he groans into your mouth, a low, guttural sound that sends a surge of heat straight to your core. Youā€™re clawing at him now, nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Heeseungā€™s grip on you tightens, his fingers pressing into your waist with bruising force, anchoring you in place as he pours every ounce of his hunger into the kiss.
He presses his body against yours, his arousal evident as his hips grind into you, the hard length of him pressing insistently against your stomach. Heā€™s not holding back anymore, and the feel of him so close, so ready, only makes you more desperate. You arch into him, letting out a small, breathy moan that seems to spur him on. His lips move to your jaw, biting and sucking a path down to your neck, leaving marks that he knows will linger, and youā€™re gasping, fingers tangled in his hair as you tug him closer.
ā€œFuck,ā€ he groans against your neck, his voice thick with need. ā€œYou drive me crazy. Do you know that?ā€
Heeseungā€™s breathing is ragged, hot against your skin as his mouth trails back up, capturing your lips again in a kiss thatā€™s all tongue and teeth, messy and unrestrained. He shifts his grip, his hands sliding down to your thighs, squeezing them roughly before he hoists you up with ease. Your legs wrap around him, locking tight as he manoeuvres you toward the bedroom youā€™re currently occupying. The journey is a blur of heated kisses and frantic touches, your nails scraping along his shoulders and arms, urging him on.
He barely pauses as he reaches the bedroom door, booting it open with a forceful kick. The door slams against the wall, but he doesnā€™t care; heā€™s too far gone, driven by pure, primal need. With a growl, he tosses you onto the bed, not bothering to be gentle. You bounce slightly on the mattress, the impact sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through you.
Heeseung climbs on top of you, his body pressing you down into the sheets. Thereā€™s a wild, almost feral look in his eyes, darkened with lust as he stares down at you. Heā€™s breathing hard, every muscle in his body tense with barely restrained desire, and you can feel the weight of it in the air, thick and charged.
ā€œI need to ruin you,ā€ Heeseung breathes, his voice low, gravelly, and trembling on the edge of a plea and a command. His words are both a question and a demand, and the sheer hunger in his tone sends a shiver coursing through your entire body. ā€œPlease, let me ruin you.ā€
Though he poses the question, he doesnā€™t give you time to answer; his lips crash into yours with renewed urgency, kissing you with an almost punishing force. Itā€™s all teeth, tongue, and desperation, and you moan into his mouth, matching his intensity, pulling him closer as if you canā€™t get enough. His hands roam your body with rough, greedy touches, fingers digging into your hips, your waist, everywhere he can reach as if heā€™s memorising the feel of you under his hands so he can sculpt you out of clay at a later date.
His hips grind into yours, and you gasp at the hard, insistent press of him against your core. Heeseung catches the sound, and his lips curl into a dark, satisfied smirk against your mouth. ā€œGod, youā€™re so needy,ā€ he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction and barely restrained lust.
Without warning, he grabs the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head in one swift motion. The fabric catches briefly, but he doesnā€™t care, he just rips it away, tossing it aside with a growl of impatience. Your bra is next, his fingers hooking under the straps and pulling until the clasp snaps open. He doesnā€™t bother being gentle, practically tearing it off you, and then he pauses, eyes locked on your bare chest.
ā€œFuck,ā€ Heeseung breathes, his gaze shamelessly ogling your breasts, drinking in the sight of you with a hunger that makes your heart race. ā€œYouā€™re perfect.ā€ The way he looks at you - like heā€™s starving and youā€™re the only thing that can satisfy him - makes heat pool low in your belly.
Before you can respond, he lowers his mouth, capturing one of your nipples between his lips with a sudden, rough intensity. His tongue flicks against the sensitive bud, hot and wet, before he sucks hard, drawing a gasp from your throat as your back arches instinctively. The contrast between the softness of his lips, the roughness of his tongue, and the sharp bite of his teeth has you moaning his name, each sensation driving you wild.
ā€œHeeseung, fuck-ā€ you gasp, your voice breaking as he switches between sucking, licking, and lightly nipping at your sensitive skin. Each movement sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you buck your hips up into his, desperate for more friction, more of him, everywhere.
Heeseungā€™s free hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your heated skin, teasing the waistband of your pants before slipping beneath. His touch is bold, impatient, and he doesnā€™t waste time, finding your folds with practised ease. The moment his fingers make contact, you both let out a sharp gasp. Youā€™re wet, slick with arousal, and the feel of you against his fingers is enough to make him groan low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your nipple as he continues to work you with his mouth.
ā€œGod, youā€™re so fucking wet,ā€ he murmurs against your skin, his voice a rough, breathless whisper. ā€œAll this for me?ā€
His fingers dip into your folds, sliding through your slickness with an agonizingly slow, deliberate motion that leaves you breathless. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation, and you can feel the heat building, your core tightening as his fingers tease your entrance. Heeseungā€™s thumb brushes over your clit, drawing a strangled moan from your lips, and he groans in response, the sound low and primal.
He keeps one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he slowly pushes a finger inside you, feeling you stretch and clench around him. Youā€™re so tight, so hot, and the feeling of his finger sliding in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot, has your hips bucking wildly against his hand. The combined sensation of his mouth tugging on your sensitive nipple and his fingers pumping into you is almost too much to bear.
ā€œHeeseung, please,ā€ you whimper, your hands fisting the sheets as you grind against his fingers, needing more, needing everything. The relentless rhythm of his fingers, the way his tongue circles and flicks your nipple, has you on the edge, your entire body buzzing with electric heat.
Heeseungā€™s teeth graze your nipple, biting down just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure and pain through you, and you cry out, hips jerking up as your body seeks more contact, more friction. ā€œYou like that?ā€ he rasps, his voice thick with need. ā€œThe way Iā€™m making you feel?ā€
All you can do is moan in response, every nerve in your body alight with the need to be filled, touched, consumed. His fingers slide deeper, curling against your most sensitive spot, and he pulls your nipple with his teeth, sending a fresh wave of ecstasy crashing through you. Itā€™s raw, itā€™s overwhelming, and you can feel yourself unravelling under his touch, driven by the pure, primal lust that courses between you both.
"Please, Heeseung, faster..." you moan breathlessly, your voice breaking with need as your eyes flutter shut. You let yourself drown in the sensations, feeling every curl of his fingers inside of you, the way they press and drag against your walls with deliberate precision. The pleasure is dizzying, your body tensing and writhing in rhythm with each thrust of his hand.
Heeseungā€™s mouth finally detaches from your nipple, the cool air against your wet skin sending a shiver through you as he brings his face up, so close that his breath fans over your lips. His eyes are dark, charged with lust and something almost predatory, and the sight only fuels the fire burning inside you. ā€œCan you handle it, angel?ā€ he asks, his tone laced with a teasing mockery that makes your skin prickle.
ā€œYeah...ā€ you pant, shamelessly meeting his gaze, a wild smile spreading across your face. ā€œGo as rough as you want. You wanted to ruin me, right?ā€
Itā€™s a challenge, and one heā€™s more than willing to accept. Heeseungā€™s expression shifts instantly, his entire demeanour hardening with a new, unrestrained intensity. His fingers move faster, plunging into you with renewed vigour as his thumb finds your clit, circling it in tight, relentless motions that have your thighs trembling. The sudden increase in pace sends your senses spiralling, your body arching up to meet every thrust, every swipe of his thumb against your swollen bud. Itā€™s as if youā€™re floating, weightless, caught in a whirlwind of pure, unfiltered pleasure.
You canā€™t control the way your body moves with his hand, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat thatā€™s building in your core. Nothing is enough; you need more, need him deeper, harder, faster. Heeseung notices your desperation, the way youā€™re writhing beneath him, your hips rolling and grinding into his touch, and he smirks, a dark and knowing look flashing in his eyes.
ā€œYouā€™re such a greedy little slut, arenā€™t you?ā€ he scoffs, his tone mocking but laced with the kind of filthy affection that makes your entire body quiver. The words send a shock of heat straight through you, and you canā€™t help the loud, unabashed moan that escapes your lips. His fingers curl inside you, pressing into the perfect spot, and your entire body convulses, thighs trembling as his touch sends you higher.
ā€œHeeseung!ā€ you mewl, your voice breaking in pure happiness, pleasure dancing through your veins. The way his fingers stretch you, three of them now pushing inside, filling you, twisting and curling as his thumb continues to work your clit, is mind-numbing. The steady, relentless pace of his movements combined with the filthy words pouring from his mouth has you seeing stars.
ā€œOh, you like being called a slut, huh?ā€ Heeseung taunts, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he watches you unravel beneath him. Your response, the way your body responds to his every touch and word, only spurs him on, feeding into the raw, carnal energy between you.
Heeseung leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, so close that you can feel every word as he whispers them. His teeth sink into your earlobe, rough and possessive, and the sharp sting makes you yelp, the sound quickly dissolving into a breathy moan. ā€œWhat if I started calling you my pretty slut, huh?ā€ he growls, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with ownership.
The words hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that sends a fresh rush of arousal pooling between your thighs. You feel it, slick and hot, running past his fingers and down your ass cheek, coating you in the evidence of just how much you want this, how much you want him.Ā 
ā€œGod, Heeseung,ā€ you gasp, your hips bucking wildly against his hand, desperate and unashamed. His fingers pump into you faster, curling with each thrust, hitting all the right spots that make your mind go blank. Youā€™re lost in the overwhelming sensation, every nerve alight with the tight, twisting pleasure that coils inside you, winding tighter and tighter until youā€™re right on the edge, ready to snap.
ā€œYouā€™re soaking me,ā€ he teases, his voice low and rough, edged with dark amusement as he feels the fresh wave of arousal coating his fingers. ā€œYou really do like being called mine, donā€™t you?ā€
Your body answers him before you do, your back arching, and you nod eagerly, biting your lip to suppress the needy moans that threaten to spill out. Youā€™re so close, so achingly close to that release, the familiar knot of pleasure inside you tightening with each movement of his hand. But just as youā€™re about to tip over the edge, Heeseung shifts his body, his fingers slowing down, easing up on their relentless pace, and the knot inside you begins to unravel, pulling you back from the brink.
Your eyes snap open, frustration flashing across your face as Heeseung shakes his head, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. ā€œYou need to use your words, or else Iā€™ll stop,ā€ he warns, his tone firm and commanding. ā€œUnderstand?ā€
You go to nod again, but before you can, Heeseung withdraws his thumb from your clit and presses his palm flat against it instead, the sudden change making you cry out. The weight of his hand on your sensitive nub sends jolts of pleasure sparking through you, but itā€™s not enough - it's maddeningly close, yet just shy of the friction you need. You try to move, to grind against his palm, but Heeseung holds you down, his strength keeping your hips pinned as he presses his hand more firmly against your pulsing clit.
The rough texture of his skin brushing against your sensitive flesh without the full contact you crave is enough to make you squirm in frustration. You look up at him, your eyes pleading, but Heeseungā€™s gaze is expectant, patient, and utterly dominant as he watches you, waiting for you to obey him.
ā€œFuck, yes, yes! Iā€™ll use my words,ā€ you gasp, your voice high and trembling with need. Youā€™re teetering on the brink of losing control, and the need to reach your peak overrides every ounce of pride. ā€œNow please, Heeseung, make me cum.ā€
Heeseungā€™s smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he hears you beg, your desperation feeding his ego. ā€œSee? Was that so hard?ā€ he mocks, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. His fingers resume their movement, thrusting into you with renewed vigour, but this time thereā€™s no hesitation, no teasing. Heā€™s relentless, driving his fingers deep and fast, scissoring and curling them just right, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.
His thumb returns to your clit, circling with precise, punishing speed, and the friction is immediate and overwhelming. The knot inside you tightens rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until itā€™s a white-hot ball of pleasure, ready to explode. Your entire body moves in sync with his hand, hips rolling and grinding as you chase the friction, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity.
ā€œGod, yes, Heeseung!ā€ you cry out, your voice breaking as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. Your walls clamp down around his fingers, the pressure inside you reaching its peak. Heeseung watches you with a fierce, unyielding intensity, his eyes never leaving your face as he works you over that final threshold.
ā€œThatā€™s it,ā€ he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction as he feels you tightening around him, your entire body trembling. ā€œLet go for me. Cum for me, pretty girl.ā€
His words are the final push you need, and you shatter, pleasure ripping through you in powerful, uncontrollable waves. Your vision blurs and your entire body tenses as you cum hard around his fingers, each pulse sending shockwaves of bliss through your veins. Heeseung doesnā€™t let up, his fingers continuing their relentless pace, drawing out every ounce of your climax until youā€™re a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.
Youā€™re barely aware of anything but the overwhelming sensation as your orgasm crashes over you, drowning out everything else. The tight coil of pleasure finally snaps, leaving you gasping and spent, your body still twitching in the aftermath as Heeseung slows his movements, easing you down gently from your high.
Youā€™re left panting, completely undone, and Heeseungā€™s gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes dark and full of pride. He pulls his fingers out slowly, savouring the way you shudder at the loss, and he smirks, bringing them up to his lips. Heeseung licks them clean, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you, and the sight is enough to send another shiver down your spine.
ā€œYou did so well,ā€ Heeseung murmurs, his voice thick with a twisted mix of pride and possessiveness. His lips capture yours in a kiss that's slower now but still burning with heat, and you melt into it, savoring the lingering buzz of your orgasm coursing through you. His mouth is unyielding against yours, claiming, almost as if heā€™s staking his territory on your lips. He pulls back, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes hooded and dark. ā€œBut we arenā€™t done,ā€ he growls, the words dripping with intent that sends a fresh pulse of arousal through your core.
Heeseung's hands are on you instantly, grabbing the waistband of your bottoms and yanking them down, taking your underwear along in one swift, almost impatient motion. Thereā€™s no care in the way he tosses them aside, as if the only thing that matters is having you bare and exposed in front of him. The cool air hits your damp skin, and you shiver, every nerve ending alight as you lie there completely vulnerable under his predatory gaze.
Heeseungā€™s eyes roam over you, dark and hungry, lingering on every curve, every inch of your flushed skin. Thereā€™s a flicker of something wild in his expression, something that makes your heart race as he drinks in the sight of you. His hands move to his own waist, dipping into his grey sweats, and he pushes them down, revealing himself inch by agonizing inch. When his cock finally springs free, you canā€™t help the gasp that escapes your lips.
Heā€™s even more than you imagined - thick, veined, and curving up just right, flushed a deep, enticing pink that makes your mouth water. At least seven inches, standing proud and heavy against his stomach, and the sight alone has your thighs clenching with anticipation. You can almost feel it already, dragging against your walls, filling you so perfectly that your empty core aches in response.
Heeseung notices the way your eyes are glued to him, the shameless hunger written all over your face, and his lips curl into a wicked smirk. ā€œLike what you see, huh?ā€ he taunts, his tone low and laced with mocking arrogance as he wraps a hand around his length, stroking himself slowly. His cock twitches in his grip, precum beading at the tip and dribbling down, and the sight makes your breath hitch.
ā€œHeeseung,ā€ you whimper, your voice filled with desperate need. Youā€™re aching to feel him inside you, to have that perfect thickness stretching you open, but Heeseung doesnā€™t move, content to watch you squirm. Your hips shift on the bed, trying to relieve the unbearable emptiness, but he just tightens his grip on his cock, refusing to give you what you so clearly crave.
ā€œYouā€™re fucking shameless,ā€ he mocks, his voice dripping with condescension. He runs the head of his cock teasingly through your slick folds, not quite pushing in, just enough to make you shiver. ā€œDripping all over my cock.ā€
You shudder, the tip of him nudging against your entrance, teasing but not quite entering, and itā€™s maddening. ā€œPlease, Heeseung, fucking move,ā€ you beg, barely able to keep your voice steady. Your hands fly to his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but he doesnā€™t budge, relishing every second of your desperation.
ā€œWhatā€™s the rush, huh?ā€ he says, feigning innocence, though his voice is edged with a dark, sadistic thrill. ā€œThought you wanted me to ruin you?ā€
His words hang in the air, taunting, and your body responds on instinct, your hips bucking up, trying to force him deeper. Heeseung lets you feel the head of his cock press in just a little more, but then he pulls back, chuckling darkly as you whine in frustration. The teasing is almost too much, and the smirk on his face tells you heā€™s enjoying every second of your torment.
ā€œFuck, please,ā€ you plead, every ounce of pride gone, replaced by pure, unfiltered need. ā€œI need it so bad, Heeseung.ā€
Finally, he seems satisfied, and his smirk fades into something darker, more feral. ā€œThatā€™s more like it,ā€ he growls, and in one smooth motion, he pushes forward, his cock sinking into you inch by agonising inch. The stretch is perfect, your walls clenching around him as he fills you completely, and you gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of him dragging against your insides.
Heeseung doesnā€™t wait - doesnā€™t give you time to adjust. He pulls back and slams into you again, the force making the bed creak and your breath hitch. Itā€™s rough and relentless, the curve of his cock hitting all the right spots, and you canā€™t help the cry that escapes your lips. Your nails dig into his back, trying to anchor yourself, but Heeseung is unyielding, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves you breathless.
ā€œLook at you,ā€ he pants, his voice rough and laced with mockery as he watches you unravel beneath him. ā€œSo fucking desperate. How long have you wanted this?ā€
His words make you clench tighter around him, your body responding to his taunts in a way that makes your cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal. Heeseung notices, and he chuckles, low and dark, leaning in close enough that his breath brushes your ear.
ā€œTell me,ā€ he growls, his tone edged with a threat that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. ā€œUse those words, or Iā€™ll get them out of you.ā€
A wicked idea sparks in your mind, and instead of answering, you clamp your mouth shut, biting down on your lip to keep any sounds from escaping. You look up at him, eyes gleaming with defiance and smirk. The challenge in your gaze is unmistakable, and you see something dark and feral flicker in Heeseungā€™s eyes as he realizes what youā€™re doing.
Heeseung loves submissive partners - loves when they give in to him completely. But thereā€™s something about a brat, something about the way they fight back, that lets him unleash everything heā€™s got. And the way youā€™re looking at him now, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, makes his blood pump with a mixture of lust and exhilaration.
ā€œOh, you want to play like that?ā€ he snarls, the dangerous edge in his voice making your heart race. Without warning, his hand moves up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck with an almost brutal grip. His hand is big, easily encompassing your throat, and the pressure he applies makes his veins pop, the sight of them making your breath hitch.
Heeseung squeezes, and your airways constrict, your eyes widening as you feel the breath leaving your lungs. ā€œYouā€™re gonna want to gasp for air soon,ā€ he taunts, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sends a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your core.
The lack of air combined with the relentless thrust of his cock deep inside you creates a dizzying, intoxicating sensation. Your brain starts to feel lighter, like youā€™re floating, and the world around you blurs as the pressure in your throat increases. You can still breatheā€”just barely - but the tiny gasps you manage through your nose arenā€™t enough, leaving you light-headed and playing a dangerous game.
And fuck, do you love it.
Heeseungā€™s grip tightens even more, cutting off your air completely, and your body thrums with a heady mix of fear and arousal. Youā€™re drowning in the feeling of him everywhere - his cock driving into you, his hand choking the life out of you, and the overwhelming intensity of it all sends you spiralling into a blissful, euphoric state.
Your body goes slack beneath him, every muscle relaxed as you give in to the sensation, the lack of oxygen making everything else sharper, more intense. Your vision starts to blur at the edges, darkness creeping in, but you hold onto the pleasure, focusing on the way his cock drags against your walls, filling you so perfectly that it almost hurts.
Heeseung watches you closely, the way your lips part in a desperate attempt to take in air, the way your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the haze. He knows youā€™re close, knows that the combination of his rough treatment and the lack of air is pushing you to your limit.
ā€œGod, youā€™re such a greedy little slut,ā€ he hisses, thrusting harder, and you arch up into him, every nerve ending buzzing with electric pleasure. ā€œCanā€™t get enough, can you?ā€
Youā€™re too far gone to respond, too caught up in the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into you, each thrust rougher than the last. Your mind is hazy, clouded with lust, and all you can do is moan his name, your body moving instinctively to meet his every thrust.
Heeseungā€™s grip loosens from your throat, and you suck in a desperate gasp of air, your lungs burning with the sudden rush of oxygen. The pace of his thrusts is relentless, brutal, and all-consuming, driving you closer and closer to the precipice. Your world is reduced to the slick, punishing rhythm of his cock inside you, the tight coil in your stomach winding impossibly tight. Youā€™re so close, teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion, when Heeseungā€™s voice cuts through the haze.
ā€œFuck, youā€™re gonna cum again, arenā€™t you?ā€ he taunts, his tone ragged and dripping with sadistic pleasure. ā€œDo it. Cum for me, and let everyone know how much you love getting fucked like this.ā€
As if by magic, Heeseungā€™s words come to fruition and as the last word leaves his mouth, Jake is standing frozen in the doorway, his expression a mix of shock and something heat-provoking. He shouldnā€™t be here - shouldnā€™t be seeing this - but thereā€™s no stopping himself, the way his eyes linger on you, on the way your body arches and moves under Heeseungā€™s control. His jaw is slack, lips slightly parted as he struggles to process the scene in front of him, but he canā€™t hide the lust in his gaze, the unmistakable arousal that flares as he hears the sounds of your moans echoing through the room.
Heeseung notices Jake almost instantly, his rhythm never faltering. Instead of shouting at him to get out or shielding you from Jakeā€™s gaze, Heeseung smirks, his lips curling into something wicked and taunting. He rolls his hips into you once more, and you cry out, lost in the sensation and unaware of the unexpected visitor.
ā€œJake,ā€ Heeseung calls out, his voice dripping with arrogance and something like amusement. He gestures with a nod of his head. ā€œCome here. Sheā€™s a handful.ā€
Jake hesitates only for a moment, clearly dazed by the invitation and the surreal reality of the situation. But then, as if drawn by some invisible force, he steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. He moves to the side of the bed, eyes flickering between you and Heeseung, still trying to wrap his head around whatā€™s happening.
You see him then, and the shame washes over you like ice water, your impending orgasm slipping away in the heat of the moment as you flush red for a different reason. You instinctively try to cover yourself, hands moving up to shield your chest, but Heeseungā€™s grip is ironclad and he catches your jaw with a firm, possessive hold, forcing your gaze back to his.
ā€œDonā€™t be embarrassed, angel,ā€ Heeseung murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear, his hips slowing just enough to make your frustration mount. ā€œYou want him, donā€™t you? I see the way you look at him when he calls you pretty names.ā€
You canā€™t deny it - the truth in his words makes your core tighten, clenching around nothing as you imagine Jakeā€™s touch, the thought of both of them overwhelming you. Youā€™ve craved this in the darkest corners of your mind, and now, with Jake standing there watching you, your desire is laid bare.
ā€œYesā€¦please, I want him,ā€ you confess, voice trembling with need and a hint of shame.
Heeseungā€™s smirk widens, his expression turning mocking and cruel. ā€œSee? I knew a slut like you couldnā€™t be satisfied with just one cock.ā€ His hand comes down in a light but sharp slap across your cheek, and you gasp, the sting mingling with pleasure that leaves you breathless.
Jakeā€™s eyes darken at the action, flickering with concern at the derogatory name and the harshness of Heeseungā€™s treatment. But then he sees the way you smile up at them, your expression dazed and blissful, a spark of euphoria igniting in your gaze that tells him all he needs to know. You want this. You want to be used, claimed, and taken by both of them. Harshly and roughly.
Brushing his fingers along the mark on your cheek, Jake soothes the pain. His touch is warm and careful, but thereā€™s a hunger behind it, a dark intensity in his eyes that makes your pulse quicken. He looks down at you, his expression a mixture of adoration but menacing intent.
ā€œOur pretty girl,ā€ Jake murmurs, his voice low and velvety, tinged with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. ā€œWho knew you were so filthy?ā€
Heeseungā€™s gaze snaps to Jake, his possessiveness flaring instantly. ā€œMy pretty girl,ā€ he corrects sharply, his tone dripping with dominance and a clear line of ownership. ā€œYouā€™re just here to help out.ā€ Heeseungā€™s words are a clear warning, a statement of his claim over you, even in this shared moment. Heā€™s willing to let Jake in because itā€™s what you crave, but he wonā€™t let anyone - especially not Jake - forget who you truly belong to.
Now that he has you, heā€™s never letting you go. Not Jake nor Sunghoon is taking you away from him.
Jakeā€™s eyes flash with understanding and he nods slightly, accepting Heeseungā€™s terms even if he isnā€™t too happy about it. Youā€™re beautiful in every way and he would want nothing more than to call you his, but he knows about Heeseungā€™s fascination with you.
Jake has seen all the times Heeseung walks out of the room when youā€™re getting too close to one another. At first, he thought it was to give you and Jake alone time, but with every slam of a door or huff, he soon realised that Heeseung was in fact jealous and couldnā€™t bear to see the sight of you curled up with someone who wasnā€™t him. It doesnā€™t help that youā€™ve never been close to Heeseung the way you are Jake, but the Aussie blames that on his friendā€™s lack of initiative.Ā 
Clearly, he finally took the initiative by the looks of his cock ramming into you sharply.Ā  So, Jake takes this opportunity, if itā€™s between one night of sharing you, or not at all, heā€™s taking the first option.Ā 
Heeseungā€™s grip on your jaw tightens just a fraction, and he leans in, his lips brushing your ear. ā€œYouā€™re mine, angel. Always.ā€ His eyes flicker to Jake, silently reminding him of the rules, before focusing back on you, his thrusts picking up speed again, driving into you with a new found vigour.
Your grip on the bedsheets tightens as you brace yourself, the soft fabric bunched between your fingers, knuckles turning white as you thrash beneath Heeseung. Youā€™re barely aware of Jake watching every moment, every reactionā€”none of it matters anymore. The thick, pulsing drag of Heeseungā€™s cock has you keening, the heavy, relentless throb of his tip pressing against your walls with every hard thrust sending you spiraling into a delirium of pleasure.
The intensity of it all - the way Heeseung fills you so completely, the way his hips drive into you with a brutal, punishing rhythm - pushes you closer and closer to the edge. As your second orgasm builds, white-hot and all-consuming, itā€™s too much, almost unbearable. You instinctively try to pull away, shifting your hips back to gain even the slightest bit of relief. But Heeseung is quicker, his hands clamp down on your hips with a bruising grip, fingers digging into your skin.
"Donā€™t you fucking dare," he growls, his tone laced with anger and something darker, like the mere thought of you taking yourself away from him is the worst kind of betrayal. His gaze is wild, his brow furrowed with barely contained frustration, and itā€™s clear thereā€™s a flip switch inside him - something more aggressive, more dominant than youā€™ve ever seen.
A sharp slap lands on your cheek, harder than before, the sting blooming hot across your skin and sending a shock straight to your core. ā€œDonā€™t run away from what you want,ā€ Heeseung hisses through clenched teeth, his thrusts not slowing for even a second. The sting mixes with the pleasure, and you feel yourself clenching around him, torn between pain and desire. You know youā€™ve pushed him over the edge, coaxed him into this rough, untamed version of himself, and you revel in it, loving the back and forth, the give and take of control.
ā€œJake, hold her arms,ā€ Heeseung commands, his voice sharp and demanding, finally bringing Jake fully into the mix.
Jakeā€™s hands are on you immediately, rough and firm as he yanks your arms above your head, pinning your wrists against the mattress. He pulls you slightly, stretching you out and arching your back off the bed. The new angle sends you reeling, Heeseungā€™s cock hitting deeper, impossibly so, opening you up in a way that has you gasping for breath. Youā€™re splayed out before them, exposed and vulnerable, and the combination of Jakeā€™s tight grip and Heeseungā€™s punishing pace leaves you completely at their mercy.
Heeseungā€™s thumb finds your clit again, pressing down with just enough force to make you cry out. ā€œYouā€™re going to cum for me,ā€ he growls, voice rough and dripping with command. His hips snap against yours, relentless and punishing, and his thumb moves with practised precision, rubbing tight, fast circles that have you teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
Your vision blurs and all you can feel is the overwhelming pressure inside you, the knot in your stomach that has been pulled to itā€™s limits finally snaps with blinding intensity. You scream out, your entire body tensing as the orgasm crashes over you in violent, shuddering waves. Itā€™s all too much, your body convulsing uncontrollably as Heeseung keeps driving into you, his thumb never relenting on your clit, prolonging your pleasure until youā€™re nearly sobbing from the sheer intensity of it.
Heeseung doesnā€™t let up, his pace unyielding, fucking you through your climax with a savage determination. Your slick walls clamp down around him, spasming with every drag of his cock, and he lets out a strangled groan, his control slipping as he chases his release. Youā€™re lost to the sensation, barely able to form coherent thoughts as your climax drags on, each wave cresting higher than the last until youā€™re left shaking and spent beneath him.
ā€œFuck, Heeseung,ā€ you cry out breathlessly, the desperate need in your voice undeniable. ā€œCum inside me, please, please, please.ā€ Youā€™re beyond humiliation now, too lost in the heat of it all to care about anything but the aching emptiness you feel whenever heā€™s not filling you.
But just as you plead, Heeseung pulls out, the sudden emptiness leaving you whimpering and clenching around nothing. The slick, wet sound of him slipping free echoes in the room, and he fists his cock, pumping it with fast, urgent strokes. His chest heaves, muscles taut and glistening with sweat as he works himself to the brink, his grip on you tightening with every jerk of his wrist. The sight of him above you - his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes wild and unfocused - is enough to make you ache with need all over again.
With a low, guttural groan, Heeseung spills over you, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach and chest, marking you his territory. The heat of it hits your skin, and you watch as he works himself through the last pulses of his release, his jaw clenched and his body trembling. Heeseungā€™s chest rises and falls heavily, his breaths ragged as he lets go, the last of his cum splattering across your body. He leans back, admiring the mess heā€™s made, his cock still twitching in his hand as he slowly comes down from his high.
ā€œYou need to behave if you want my cum, angel,ā€ Heeseung says, his voice low and mocking, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he looks down at you. His thumb brushes over the sticky mess on your skin, smearing it just to make a point. You shiver, the ache and desire mixing into something intoxicating, and you know this wonā€™t be the last time you push him like this - because the way Heeseung loses control when heā€™s with you is something youā€™ll never get enough of.
Jakeā€™s grip loosens slightly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your wrists, soothing the faint ache left behind by his earlier roughness. His touch is a stark contrast to the raw intensity of everything thatā€™s just happened, but his eyes tell a different story - dark, hungry, and locked onto you with an unwavering focus. His gaze travels over your body, lingering on the mess Heeseung left on your stomach, your heaving chest, and the subtle, involuntary shake of your legs. Youā€™re a beautiful wreck, panting softly, your entire body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Jake canā€™t help but be mesmerized by the sight.
Heeseung notices the way Jakeā€™s expression shifts, the unmistakable desire written all over his face. ā€œYou want to clean her up?ā€ Heeseungā€™s voice drips with amusement, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches his friendā€™s restraint begin to crack. Heeseungā€™s fingers dip between your folds, collecting some of your slick before he brings his digits to his mouth, savouring the taste with a low, satisfied moan. ā€œSheā€™s fucking delicious.ā€
The taste of you floods Jakeā€™s senses, and he loses himself in the moment, the sweet and salty blend of your release making his eyes flutter shut as he dives in deeper. He works his tongue expertly, slipping between your folds and circling your swollen clit before dipping down to explore your entrance, lapping up every drop of your arousal with an insatiable hunger.Ā 
Jake doesnā€™t need any more encouragement. An avid pussy eater, heā€™s practically salivating at the opportunity, his lips curling into a smile as he bites down on his lower lip. He moves swiftly, coming around the bed to position himself between your trembling thighs. Heeseung steps back, giving him space, though his watchful eyes never leave you. Jake starts slow, his tongue darting out to deliver soft kitten licks against your sensitive folds.
His touch is featherlight at first, a teasing exploration that makes your body jolt with renewed need. You canā€™t help but arch into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, seeking more, silently begging for him to go faster.
Youā€™re lost to the pleasure, moaning and grinding against his mouth, and Jake takes it all in stride, responding to every twitch and pull of your body as he picks up the pace, his lips and tongue moving in perfect rhythm. He feasts on you like youā€™re the only thing that matters, each flick and swirl sending jolts of pleasure through your already overstimulated core.
Heeseung watches the scene unfold, his jaw clenched as he listens to your moans. Jakeā€™s face is buried between your legs, and itā€™s clear from the way your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head that heā€™s damn good at what heā€™s doing. Heeseung canā€™t deny the jealousy simmering beneath his calm exterior. As much as he loves seeing you fall apart, he wants to be the one pulling those sounds from you, the one making you lose control.
Dragging his fingers along your torso, Heeseung collects some of the sticky mess he left on your skin, his cum still warm and glistening. ā€œOpen up, angel,ā€ he orders, his voice laced with menace. Youā€™re too far gone, drowning in the sensations Jake is giving you, but you obey without question, parting your lips wide and waiting with your tongue out like a perfect little submissive.
Heeseung pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting the salty tang of his cum coat your tongue. ā€œSuck,ā€ he commands, and you comply immediately, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers and drawing them in deeper. You swirl your tongue over his digits, tasting every drop, your eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the bitter and intoxicating mix of him.Ā 
Watching you intently, Heeseung is mesmerised by the sight of you sucking so eagerly, his fingers slick with your saliva and his cum. He pushes in further, teasing the back of your throat, feeling the soft gag that makes you whimper around him, desperate and wanting more.
Meanwhile, Jake is completely absorbed in his own task, his tongue working tirelessly as he devours you. His nose brushing against your mound, his lips and tongue moving in tandem as he dips deeper, swirling his tongue inside your stretched, pulsing hole. You can feel every stroke, every flick, and itā€™s driving you mad, the pleasure so intense it has you bucking your hips against his face, searching for every ounce of friction you can get.
Watching you writhe and moan, Heeseung feels something shift within him. Thereā€™s a flicker of fondness, something warm and possessive that cuts through his dominant facade, just for a miniscule of a second. He wants every piece of himself inside you, to claim you in ways that go beyond just the physical but he pushes it down quickly, promising himself heā€™ll come back to that once heā€™s done with you here. He needs to give you everything you want at this moment, and that isnā€™t tender touches and soft kisses.
Pushing your jaw down with his fingers against your tongue, Heeseung pries you open just a fraction wider. He leans in close, his eyes dark and intense, and without warning, he spits into your mouth, the warm liquid mixing with the mess on your tongue. ā€œSwallow,ā€ he says, his voice low and commanding. You do as youā€™re told, choking back a swallow even with his fingers still invading your mouth, feeling the weight of his spit mix with everything else, and the act itself only heightens the filthy pleasure coursing through you. Youā€™ve never felt so wanted, so owned, and itā€™s everything youā€™ve ever craved.
Jake keeps his pace, and Heeseung watches with a mix of satisfaction and jealousy, knowing that while Jake might get to taste you, itā€™s Heeseungā€™s name that youā€™re whispering, itā€™s Heeseung whoā€™s truly claimed you. But he canā€™t let Jake have all the fun down there.
Watching the way Jake devours you, his mouth slick and greedy against your pussy, his jealousy flares up even as he feels the rush of satisfaction at seeing you come undone. He wants to feel you trembling beneath his tongue, taste you again as you unravel.Ā 
Withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, Heeseung moves to join Jake, his presence commanding as he circles to where the younger boy is still lost in you.
Jakeā€™s head lifts just slightly when he feels Heeseungā€™s proximity, eyes narrowing in playful defensiveness. ā€œNo way, man, you ainā€™t taking over,ā€ he mutters, his voice breathless, lips glistening with your slick. Heeseung simply rolls his eyes, unfazed by the challenge.Ā 
Instead of pushing Jake away, Heeseung moves in closer, nudging Jake just enough to the side so that they both have room to work. ā€œShe said she wanted both of us,ā€ Heeseung smirks, his tone smug and self-assured. ā€œIā€™m just giving her what she wants.ā€
Jake, still high on the taste of you, nods in agreement, accepting Heeseungā€™s presence beside him. As long as he gets to keep his mouth on you, keep drawing those sweet, desperate sounds from your lips, heā€™s willing to share the space. Heeseungā€™s head dips down beside Jakeā€™s, and the two of them work in perfect, sinful harmony, their mouths colliding as they lick and suck at your folds, both eager to claim their share of you. Their noses brush against each other, their breath mingling in heated puffs as they take turns devouring you, neither willing to give up the spot.
The sensation is overwhelming - two mouths on you at once, tongues weaving over one another, sometimes colliding and sometimes complementing, creating a dizzying, chaotic rhythm that has you seeing stars. Heeseungā€™s tongue is precise and teasing, swirling around your clit with practised ease, while Jakeā€™s is more fervent, desperate and hungry as he licks broad, eager strokes from your entrance up to the sensitive bundle of nerves Heeseung is working on. The way their tongues dance over each other sends electric shocks up your spine; itā€™s hot and heavy, a messy, wet collision of pleasure that makes your entire body hum.Ā 
This is truly what dreams are made of.
Every lick, every flick of their tongues against your swollen clit and dripping folds sends you spiralling closer to the edge. Jakeā€™s hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he holds you open for both of them. Heeseungā€™s tongue dips lower, tasting you deeply, swirling inside your entrance before flicking back up to meet Jakeā€™s. They take turns teasing you, their movements synchronised in a wicked, unspoken dance that leaves you gasping and writhing. Itā€™s filthy and intimate, the feel of their mouths and their rough, needy breaths making your skin burn with want.
You canā€™t take it anymore. The coil inside you tightens with a force thatā€™s almost painful, your third orgasm approaching with a relentless, ferocious speed. You try to hold on, try to prolong the moment, but itā€™s useless; the dual sensation of their mouths on you, the way their tongues move and taste you, has you spinning out of control. Your fingers claw at the sheets before finding purchase in their hair, grabbing onto both of them as your hips buck wildly.
ā€œIā€™m cumming - fuck, Iā€™m cumming!ā€ you scream, your voice breaking, your entire body seizing as the orgasm rips through you with blinding intensity. The release is violent and all-consuming, your juices flooding their mouths as you squirt, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.Ā 
Your release is powerful and sudden, a gush of warm, clear fluid spraying from your core in rhythmic pulses, splashing against their faces and dripping down your thighs. The sensation is unlike anything youā€™ve feltā€”wild and uncontrolled, your entire body shaking as you let go completely.
Both Heeseung and Jake are caught in the torrent, and they react instantly, their mouths wide open and eager to catch every drop. Jake groans, eyes squeezed shut as your release coats his lips, chin, and cheeks, his tongue flicking out desperately to catch the taste of you. He presses his face closer, unashamedly drinking you in, his movements more frantic as he swallows your essence, the wet sound of his slurping mixing with your breathless cries.
Heeseung, on the other hand, keeps his mouth firmly on your clit, feeling the rush of your squirt spray against him as he sucks and flicks over your swollen nub. The force of your orgasm sends jets of your wetness splashing against his lips, some of it dripping messily down his neck. His eyes stay fixed on you, half-lidded and dark with lust, groaning in satisfaction as he devours you, tongue flicking at your sensitive clit even as you tremble and buck from the intensity of it all.
The way theyā€™re lapping at you, hungry and relentless, only prolongs your squirting, your body giving everything it has as you flood their mouths with your release. Your thighs quiver violently around their heads, your back arching off the bed as the last spurts drench their faces and mix with the slick heat of their tongues. You can feel it everywhere - your release dripping down, soaking into the sheets, and covering their skin. Itā€™s filthy, raw, and utterly electrifying, leaving you gasping and trembling as the final shudders of your climax ebb away.
Laying there, you gaze up at the ceiling, overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for everything that has transpired. This is beyond anything youā€™ve ever imagined, a blissful euphoria that washes over you in waves. As you replay the events in your mind, you realize just how perfectly everything fell into place. If you or Heeseung had acted on this sooner, thereā€™s no telling if Jake would be here with you now, completing this experience in a way you never expected. Timing really is everything.
Lost in your thoughts, you barely register Heeseungā€™s strong hands pulling at your arm, coaxing you into a sitting position. Your body feels limp, heavy with the aftershocks of your intense climax, but Heeseung is persistent, supporting your weight as he brings you upright. His warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, ā€œYouā€™ve made such a mess, angel.ā€ His voice is low and teasing, sending shivers down your spine. He nods towards Jake, who stands by the bed, his face and chest drenched in your release. ā€œYour slutty little act got Jake soaked. You better get him out of those clothes, huh?ā€
Jakeā€™s eyes light up at Heeseungā€™s words, a mix of excitement and disbelief crossing his features. He had half-expected Heeseung to kick him out after what just happened, but the realization that this night is far from over fills him with eager anticipation. Heeseung's possessiveness is still palpable, but thereā€™s a clear invitation in his wordsā€”a chance for Jake to fully join in.
Despite the fatigue settling into your limbs, a satisfied smile tugs at your lips. You nod in agreement, knowing that as spent as you are, the hunger for more is still burning inside you. Heeseung was right - you are a lot to handle, and you love it.
Jakeā€™s cock stands proudly before you, a little shorter but thicker than Heeseungā€™s, veins bulging along its length, and the tip flushed a deep pink. It throbs with anticipation, precum already beading at the slit, and your mouth waters at the sight. You glance up at Jake, whoā€™s watching you with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with quickened breaths.
Gathering the last of your energy, you crawl to the edge of the bed where Jake is standing. His t-shirt clings to his skin, wet and sticky from your release, and you peel it away from his body, revealing his toned chest beneath. The fabric resists slightly, almost glued to him, but you tug it off, discarding it carelessly to the side. Your fingers move to his jeans, deftly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, feeling the weight of his arousal straining against the denim.
As you tug his jeans down, you canā€™t help but notice how his cock springs free, heavy and thick, even shorter than Heeseungā€™s, but undeniably tempting.
Heeseung moves behind you, his hands massaging your shoulders, his touch firm yet soothing. ā€œGo on, angel,ā€ he purrs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. ā€œSuck his cock like the slut you are. Make him nice and hard.ā€ His tongue flicks out, tracing the curve of your ear before he bites your lobe, a low growl rumbling in his throat. His voice drops to a menacing whisper, a warning laced with dominance. ā€œRemember, youā€™re mine. Donā€™t let him cum in your mouth, or Iā€™ll make sure you never get a drop of mine. Got it?ā€
The thought of Heeseungā€™s cum buried deep inside you sends a fresh wave of longing through your body, the ache intensifying at the reminder that he denied you earlier. You whine softly, desperate to please, knowing that youā€™ll do anything to earn that reward.
You start slow, your hand wrapping around the base of Jakeā€™s cock, feeling the thick, pulsing heat in your palm. Your tongue darts out, flicking over the tip to taste the salty precum gathered there, and Jakeā€™s breath hitches, his hips twitching forward slightly. You take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head, sucking gently as you inch down his length. The taste of him fills your mouth, and you hum in satisfaction, the vibration making Jake groan above you.
Jakeā€™s reaction only spurs you on. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head, creating a wet, slurping sound that fills the room. Your tongue swirls around his shaft, tracing the thick veins and teasing the sensitive underside, making him moan low and deep, his hands fisting in the sheets. The way he reacts to youā€”his breathless gasps, the way his hips jerk forward uncontrollablyā€”fuels your desire, making you suck harder, faster, wanting to see him unravel.
Heeseung watches you with dark, hungry eyes, his own arousal reigniting as he takes in the sight of you working Jakeā€™s cock. His hand moves to his own length, stroking himself in time with the rhythm of your head bobbing on Jakeā€™s cock. The jealousy is there, a bitter edge that makes him want to rip Jake away from you, but he holds back, knowing that this is all part of his plan. You need to get Jake nice and ready for what Heeseung has planned next.
As you focus on Jake, your hips start to rise involuntarily, your body seeking more stimulation, almost begging for attention. Heeseungā€™s eyes catch the movement, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your ass sway in front of him. Thereā€™s no way youā€™re sucking Jakeā€™s cock without offering yourself to Heeseung like that. He canā€™t resist the invitation.
Without warning, Heeseungā€™s hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack, the sharp sting making you cry out around Jakeā€™s cock. The vibration travels through Jakeā€™s length, and he groans, his head falling back as he feels it shoot straight to his balls.
ā€œFuckā€¦ Heeseung, do that again,ā€ Jake breathes out, his voice strained with pleasure.
Heeseung obliges, his hand coming down harder on your ass this time, the force of the slap sending a jolt of pain-pleasure straight to your core. You cry out again, your throat tightening around Jakeā€™s cock as you take him deeper, the sensation making him groan louder, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.
ā€œSuch a fucking slut,ā€ Heeseung mocks, his tone filled with dark amusement as he soothes the reddened skin of your ass with gentle strokes, then leans down to press a kiss against it. ā€œBet she even loves her ass being played with.ā€
ā€œBet she does,ā€ Jake echoes, his voice rough, his face scrunched up in pleasure as your tongue runs along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.
Heeseung wastes no time in spreading your legs wider, his fingers tracing the slick folds of your cheeks before he delves in, tongue first. The wet, hot muscle of his tongue circles your rim, teasing and tasting, flicking over the sensitive skin there. The sensation is unlike anything youā€™ve felt before, and your back arches instinctively, pushing back against his face as he works you open. Heeseungā€™s mouth is relentless, his tongue dipping inside before drawing back to lick, over and over, until your thighs are trembling with need.
He adds a finger, then two, stretching you as his tongue continues its assault. Heeseungā€™s fingers press deeper, curling slightly as he works them in and out with an agonizingly slow rhythm, the slickness of your arousal making it easy for him to fuck into you. The combination of his tongue and fingers is overwhelming; every nerve in your body seems to light up under his touch. He alternates between licking and biting, his teeth grazing just enough to send a shiver of pain-pleasure shooting through you, and you canā€™t help but clench around him, your muscles tightening as you struggle to keep focus.
Jake watches from above, his cock still in your mouth, and your tongue traces along the prominent vein on the underside, feeling it pulse with every beat of his racing heart. But Heeseungā€™s ministrations make it impossible to concentrate fully. The way his tongue darts in and out of your ass, combined with the relentless thrust of his fingers, is too much to bear. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure directly to your core, and the more Heeseung teases, the harder it becomes to maintain control.
Itā€™s a battle to keep your focus on Jakeā€™s cock. You want to please him, to keep sucking and teasing, but Heeseungā€™s touch makes your mind go blank. Just as you start to find a rhythm again, you feel Jake twitch in your mouthā€”a subtle warning that heā€™s close. Panic surges through you as you remember Heeseungā€™s strict instructions and the threat of losing the chance to have his cum if Jake finishes in your mouth. Desperate to obey, you pull off Jake with a wet pop, the cool air hitting your lips as you gasp for breath, the brief reprieve quickly turning into a moan as Heeseung drives his fingers deeper, faster.
Heeseung doesnā€™t let up; he kneels behind you and yanks you up, removing his fingers only to press you firmly against his chest. His grip is possessive, holding you close as he whispers in your ear, ā€œGood girl, you listen so well to me.ā€ The praise sends a rush of heat straight to your core, and you whine, your body going limp against his hold as he licks the last of your taste from his lips, his satisfaction evident.
Seemingly caught in the moment, Jakeā€™s eyes fix on you as he wraps his hand around his cock, fisting himself with quick, desperate strokes. His eyes flutter closed, his head tipping back as he chases the high he was so close to achieving in your mouth. You watch with rapt attention, seeing the way his muscles tense, his abs clenching as he works himself to completion. He positions himself in front of you, aiming at your stomach, and with a low, guttural groan, he spills over you, hot and thick.
His cum splatters across your skin, mixing with the remnants of Heeseungā€™s earlier release, creating a mess that drips down your belly and pools in your navel. You watch the way Jakeā€™s cock twitches in his hand, each pulse sending another thick rope of cum across your skin, the sight both filthy and utterly arousing. The combined scent of their release fills your senses, and you canā€™t help but let out a soft, needy whimper, your body aching for more.
Heeseungā€™s hold tightens around you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watches Jake finish. ā€œLook at you,ā€ Heeseung murmurs, his voice rough with pride and arousal. ā€œCovered in our cum like the perfect little slut you are.ā€ He tilts your head back, forcing you to look up at him, his dark eyes burning with unspoken promises. ā€œAnd donā€™t worry, angel. Youā€™ll get what you want soon enough.ā€ His cock twitches against your back, a silent promise of whatā€™s still to come.
With a smirk, Heeseungā€™s eyes flick down to his friendā€™s softening cock. ā€œIā€™ll give you a minute, yeah?ā€ he says, the implication clear in his tone. Although Jakeā€™s frustration is palpable - knowing that Heeseung will be buried inside you again before he even gets a chance to feel your tightness squeezing his cock - he nods in understanding.
He knows he needs a moment - his dick, still slick with your spit and his own cum, needs a little time to recover before he's ready to go again. The veins running along his shaft are still faintly pulsing, and his tip, now a deeper, more muted pink, glistens under the dim light of the room. He gently strokes himself, trying to keep the lingering arousal alive, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before him.
Meanwhile, Heeseungā€™s lips trail down your neck, nipping at your skin in a playful, almost affectionate way. Each bite is a reminder of his claim on you, and the small smiles he gives are a stark contrast to the filthy things youā€™ve done together tonight. His warm breath fans against your ear, and you canā€™t help but shiver in anticipation, knowing exactly whatā€™s coming next.
With a sultry smile, you gather some of the cum pooling on your tummy, dragging your fingers through the sticky mess before bringing them to your lips. You suck them clean, maintaining eye contact with Heeseung the entire time, a deliberate and provocative display.Ā 
A stray dribble escapes the corner of your mouth, trailing down your chin, but Heeseungā€™s quick to notice. Without hesitation, he leans in, his mouth latching onto your skin as he sucks the dribble off your face, his tongue sweeping over your jawline in a way thatā€™s both possessive and intimate. The unexpected act catches you off guard, and you gasp softly, the sound quickly morphing into a needy whimper.
Something is mesmerising about Heeseung - how heā€™s unafraid to take what he wants, how he ensures youā€™re getting the most pleasure out of every moment. Heā€™s unlike anyone youā€™ve ever been with, and you find yourself falling deeper into the way he handles you with a perfect balance of roughness and care. Jake, too, has been nothing short of selfless, his need to please you evident in every touch and desperate lick. The puppy-eyed boy is eager to please you, which is a rarity to find in men these days, god knows youā€™ve tried looking for one.
Who knew what you needed was under this roof?
Heeseungā€™s eyes remain half-lidded, dark with desire, as he pulls back just enough to speak. ā€œTurn around for me, angel,ā€ he instructs, his voice dripping with lust. He punctuates his command with a sharp slap to your ass, and the sting only amplifies the fire burning between your legs. His enthusiasm is contagious, and despite your exhaustion, a renewed energy surges through you. You comply eagerly, shuffling until youā€™re facing him, both of you on your knees on the mattress.
Up close, Heeseungā€™s beauty is breathtaking. His dark eyes are alight with mischief and hunger, but thereā€™s also a softness there, a gentleness that contradicts the filthy words he whispers in your ear. You marvel at how stunning he looks with his tousled hair, swollen lips, and a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. Heā€™s a perfect mix of tenderness and dominance, and every second in his presence feels electric.
ā€œIā€™m going to fuck your cunt. You feeling okay?ā€ Heeseung asks, his voice softening as he checks in on you, his fingers drifting down to your slick heat. He carefully slides them between your folds, testing your sensitivity, searching for any signs of discomfort.
You moan at the touch and nod, meeting his gaze with a cheeky grin. ā€œIā€™m okay. Nowhere near ruined,ā€ you tease, giving him an innocent look, though both of you know thereā€™s nothing innocent about whatā€™s happening.
Heeseungā€™s expression shifts, his caring concern replaced with amusement and libido. ā€œYeah? Suppose I better make good on my promise then,ā€ he growls before crashing his lips back onto yours. The kiss is fierce and consuming, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with unrestrained fervour. He devours you, kissing you like he canā€™t get enough like heā€™s starved for every part of you - and he is. His fingers continue to play with your folds, rubbing slow circles against your clit, driving you further into madness as your hips jerk instinctively against his hand.
Jakeā€™s watching intently, his cock twitching back to life as he witnesses the raw passion between you and Heeseung. The sight of you so lost in Heeseungā€™s touch, the way your body melts into his, ignites something fierce within Jake. He strokes his length slowly, feeling the arousal steadily build again, his tip swelling with a deep rose tint as blood rushes back, hardening him as he imagines the moment heā€™ll finally be inside you.
Heeseungā€™s hands find your ass, gripping firmly as he lifts you with ease, positioning you over his lap. Your legs spread wide, and he uses his strength to guide you down, letting your slick folds drag along his cock, the bell of his tip pressing teasingly at your entrance. The friction has you grinding against him, desperate for more, and Heeseung groans at the needy way you move, his head tipping back in pure bliss.
ā€œGod, I fucking love how needy you are,ā€ he breathes, leaning forward to hover his lips over yours, barely brushing them as he speaks. ā€œIā€™m never letting you go after this.ā€
You canā€™t suppress the smile that spreads across your face, the words resonating deeply. ā€œGood. I donā€™t want you to,ā€ you murmur back, your voice filled with sincerity. Heeseungā€™s gaze softens momentarily before his need takes over, and he pulls you down, his cock finally breaching your entrance as you sink onto him, the stretch and fullness making your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.
Heeseungā€™s strong hands grip your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock with practised ease. Each bounce sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the thick length of him stretching you in ways that leave you breathless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your soft, needy moans and Heeseungā€™s ragged breaths. He watches you through hooded eyes, his lips parted as he groans with every thrust, the sight of you taking him so eagerly making his head spin.
ā€œFuck, you feel even better this time,ā€ Heeseung rasps, his Adamā€™s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. He canā€™t believe how tight you still are, how your body moulds perfectly around him, clenching with every movement. His hips snap up to meet your descent, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he drives himself deeper inside you. He swears for a second he can see his cock bulging out your stomach, making him groan out and quicken his pace.
Biting his lip so hard it nearly draws blood, Jake moves closer, his restraint crumbling as he watches you go up and down on Heeseungā€™s cock. The sight is almost too much for him to bear; he needs to feel you, to be inside you. Climbing onto the bed, he positions himself behind you, his eyes locking onto Heeseungā€™s, silently asking for permission to join.
Heeseung doesnā€™t respond immediately. Instead, he cups your face, drawing your attention back to him rather than the pleasure. ā€œYou think you can take both of us, angel?ā€ he asks, his voice thick with pride and appentence.
The mere thought sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. One cock was already bliss, but the idea of having both of them inside you at once? Itā€™s a dream you never thought would come true. You nod enthusiastically, your smile bright and eager. ā€œYes. Fuck, yes.ā€
Jake mirrors your expression, his eyes lighting up and his cock twitching in joy. Unable to resist, he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss. Itā€™s different from Heeseungā€™s - softer, more deliberate, his tongue stroking yours slowly, savouring the moment. The contrast between Jakeā€™s gentle kiss and the way Heeseung pounds into you is dizzying, making you feel completely overwhelmed in the best way possible.
With his hands groping your ass and kneading your cheeks, Jakeā€™s touch is gentle as he positions himself at your entrance. He feels the tight ring of muscle give way slightly under his touch, his eyes flickering with both excitement and a hint of concern. Slowly, he presses forward, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. The stretch is intense, and you canā€™t help but claw at Jakeā€™s shoulder, your nails digging in as you adjust to the pressure.
Heeseung pauses his movements, allowing you to catch your breath as Jake inches inside. Your body tenses, the sensation of Jakeā€™s girth pushing into your ass making you gasp. Even though Heeseung had prepped you earlier, Jakeā€™s cock is thick, and the tightness borders on overwhelming.
Jakeā€™s brow furrows, his voice laced with guilt as he peppers kisses along your cheek, your jaw, your forehead - anywhere he can reach. ā€œIā€™m sorry, sweetheart,ā€ he murmurs between kisses, his touch tender and soothing. ā€œIā€™ll go really slow until youā€™re ready, yeah?ā€
The gentleness in his voice makes your heart flutter, and despite the intensity of the stretch, you canā€™t help but feel safe between them. ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ you whisper, breathless but reassuring. ā€œI want this. You can move.ā€
Cautiously, Jake slides in deeper inch by inch, his own moans of ecstasy barely contained as your tight heat swallows him. The slow stretch is excruciatingly good, the pressure of being filled from both ends sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Heeseung keeps his hands on your waist, holding you steady as Jake finally bottoms out, the three of you perfectly locked together in a moment that feels almost unreal.
ā€œOh, fuck,ā€ Jake breathes, his head tipping back as he revels in the tight squeeze around him. ā€œYou feel so fucking good.ā€
Heeseungā€™s lips curl into a smirk as he watches you both, his grip tightening possessively. ā€œYou like that, angel? You like being filled up by us?ā€ His voice is low and rough, and you can only nod, your words lost to the pleasure.
As your body begins to adjust to the intense stretch, the rhythm between Heeseung and Jake picks up, their movements becoming more coordinated, more deliberate. Heeseungā€™s hands roam your body, sliding up your waist to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as he thrusts up into you. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core, each touch amplifying the overwhelming fullness you feel. Jakeā€™s hands grip your hips from behind, guiding you onto his cock with careful but desperate need, his fingers occasionally sliding to your lower back, tracing soft patterns as if trying to soothe the burn of being stretched so wide.
Every thrust is perfectly timed, alternating in a way that keeps you impossibly full, never a moment where you arenā€™t completely claimed by both of them. The feeling is indescribable - hot, tight, and exquisitely intense, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. The press of Jakeā€™s chest against your back, the rough slide of Heeseungā€™s cock inside your dripping heat, and the way Jakeā€™s fingers are now expertly working your clit all converge into one dizzying blend of pleasure. Your moans turn into high-pitched cries, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and youā€™re completely lost to the overwhelming ecstasy of having them both.
Jakeā€™s touch on your clit is unrelenting, his fingers drawing slow, firm circles that match the rhythm of their movements. Your body responds instantly, clenching tight around both of them as your orgasm builds, a pressure so fierce it almost scares you. Your breaths turn ragged, your body trembling as you cling to Jakeā€™s shoulders for support, feeling like you might fall apart at any moment. The tension finally snaps, and youā€™re thrown headfirst into your release, your walls convulsing wildly around them. The sensation is blinding; your vision goes white, and your entire body locks up as the orgasm tears through you. Your head falls back onto Jakeā€™s shoulder, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as pleasure floods every inch of your being.
ā€œFuck, thatā€™s it, cum for us,ā€ Heeseung groans, his voice thick and strained. His own restraint is slipping, the feeling of you spasming around him pushing him dangerously close to his own release. Jake watches you fall apart, his eyes glazed with lust as he feels your slick walls clench around his cock, milking him for everything he has.
Jakeā€™s breathing is ragged, his release lingering in the air, but his eyes stay fixed on the way your body is stretched and filled between them, a look of longing and unfulfilled need still shadowing his expression. Heeseungā€™s thrusts are slowing, but Jakeā€™s gaze doesnā€™t waver; heā€™s captivated, hungry for more. As he pulls out slowly, his cock slick and glistening from being inside you, he swallows thickly, his desire still burning hot despite his recent release.
ā€œFuckā€¦ Heeseung,ā€ Jake starts, his voice hoarse and filled with a mix of uncertainty and desperate want. He hesitates, his eyes flicking between you and Heeseung. ā€œCan Iā€”can I cum inside her ass?ā€
Heeseungā€™s head snaps up, his brows knitting together in a flash of possessiveness. Itā€™s an instinct, that primal urge to keep you all to himself, to not share the deepest parts of you. His fingers tighten slightly on your waist, and he bites his lip, conflicted. The question hangs heavy between the three of you, and you can feel the tension in the air, the silent battle playing out in Heeseungā€™s mind as he grapples with his possessiveness.
But before he can even form a response, you nod eagerly, your body already aching for more, for that forbidden thrill of being filled in every hole. Your eyes meet Heeseungā€™s, silently pleading, and he feels his resolve waver. Despite his reluctance, the look of anticipation and need on your face is impossible to ignore.
Heeseungā€™s gaze softens, his possessiveness yielding under the weight of your desire. He knows how much you crave this, and though the thought of Jake claiming you in such an intimate way twists something inside him, Heeseungā€™s need to see you satisfied trumps his jealousy. He lets out a sigh, brushing his thumb over your cheek in a tender, reassuring gesture.
ā€œOnly because she wants it,ā€ Heeseung murmurs, his voice low and edged with reluctant surrender. He looks at Jake, then back to you, his eyes filled with a fierce, protective heat.Ā 
Jake nods, his eyes lighting up with gratitude and excitement. The sight of you writhing between them, your body trembling and utterly spent - along with verbal permission - pushes Jake over the edge. His grip on your hips tightens, and with a few more desperate thrusts, he lets out a strangled moan, his cock pulsing inside you. He buries himself deep, the heat of his release flooding you as he spills, his cum coating your walls as he grinds against you, hips twitching with each spurt. Jakeā€™s head drops forward, his breath hot against your shoulder as he groans through his release, the feeling of being buried in your tight heat making him shudder in bliss.
ā€œFuck, so tight,ā€ Jake pants, his voice barely a whisper as he comes down from his high, his body sagging slightly but still moving in time with Heeseungā€™s thrusts, making sure you stay full.
Heeseung watches, utterly transfixed by the sight of Jakeā€™s cum mixing with your slick as he continues to thrust into you. The pressure of you squeezing him so perfectly and the primal satisfaction of knowing heā€™s sharing this moment with Jake pushes him right to his breaking point. With a guttural moan, Heeseung snaps his hips up, filling you completely one last time before he finally lets go. His grip on your waist is bruising, his nails digging into your skin as his release surges forward, hot and thick as he empties inside you. The sensation is overwhelming, his cock twitching with every pulse as he coats your insides with his cum.
Heeseungā€™s thrusts slow but remain deep, his forehead pressed against yours as he breathes heavily, still caught in the aftershocks of his orgasm. ā€œFuck, angel, you were so perfect,ā€ he mutters, his voice laced with awe as he watches the way your body shudders between them, completely sated and drenched in the evidence of their pleasure. Jakeā€™s hand still lingers on your hip, squeezing gently as if to say that this moment was just the beginning, a silent promise of more to come.
With both of them still inside, you feel utterly claimed, utterly theirs, and you know that nothing else will ever compare.
As the intensity of the moment finally settles, the room falls into a comfortable, exhausted silence, only broken by the sound of labored breathing. Heeseung slowly pulls out of you, careful not to overwhelm you further, his own body still tingling from the aftershocks of his release. He canā€™t help but watch the way his cum mingles with Jakeā€™s, leaking out of you in thick rivulets. The sight is so raw, so intimate, that it sends a possessive thrill through him, but he knows that now is the time for gentleness.
Heeseungā€™s touch shifts from passionate to tender, his hands soft and careful as he helps you lay back on the bed. Youā€™re completely spent, your body limp and glowing with satisfaction, and Heeseung takes a moment to appreciate just how beautiful you lookā€”flushed, a little messy, and thoroughly pleasured. He kisses your forehead softly, then moves to check over your body, his gaze sharp and attentive. Thereā€™s a hint of concern in his eyes as he inspects every inch of you, ensuring there are no signs of discomfort or strain.
ā€œYou okay, angel?ā€ he asks, voice gentle as he runs his fingers soothingly through your hair. You nod weakly, eyes half-lidded, still lost in the blissful haze of what just transpired.
Jake, catching his breath, slips off the bed with a satisfied smile, heading to the kitchen. He quickly grabs a bottle of water and some wet wipes, his mind already shifting to aftercare. He knows how important this part is - to make sure you feel safe and loved, especially after such an intense experience. When he returns, Heeseung is still doting on you, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin as if grounding you.
You let out a tired whine, snuggling deeper into the pillows. ā€œToo tired,ā€ you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. Heeseung frowns slightly but lets it go, deciding to prioritise your comfort in this moment, knowing heā€™ll keep a close eye on you.
Heeseungā€™s protective nature kicks in, and he leans close, his voice soft but firm. ā€œYou should try to pee, angel,ā€ he urges, knowing how your body needs it.
But you shake your head, too tired to move, too comfortable in the warm cocoon of their presence to care about anything else. ā€œI know, baby, but itā€™s important,ā€ he insists, though his tone is gentle, laced with concern.
Jake kneels beside you, his smile tender as he opens the wet wipes and begins to clean you up, his touch gentle and unhurried. He wipes away the sticky mess on your stomach, thighs, and between your legs, his movements slow. The cool touch of the wipes is soothing against your heated skin, and Jakeā€™s soft murmurs of reassurance make you feel even more cared for.
ā€œYou did so well,ā€ Jake praises softly, his fingers grazing your skin as he cleans you up, making sure youā€™re as comfortable as possible. ā€œSo perfect for us.ā€ His eyes are full of warmth as he meets yours, and the soft, fond expression on his face makes your heart flutter.
Once youā€™re cleaned up, Jake hands you the water bottle, urging you to take a few sips to hydrate. You comply, though your body is still heavy with exhaustion. The cool water soothes your dry throat, and you give Jake a sleepy smile of gratitude.
ā€œThanks,ā€ you whisper, your voice hoarse but content. Jake just smiles back, brushing a stray hair away from your face before discarding the used wipes and settling back on the bed.
ā€œCā€™mere,ā€ you murmur, reaching out for both of them. The need for closeness, for reassurance, is palpable in your voice, and neither Jake nor Heeseung hesitates. They each slide in beside you, one on each side, surrounding you with their warmth. Heeseung pulls you closer against his chest, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, while Jake presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing over your cheek.
You sigh in contentment, the weight of their bodies grounding you, making you feel utterly safe and cherished. Heeseungā€™s thumb strokes your side in soothing circles, and you nuzzle closer to him, inhaling his familiar scent. Jakeā€™s hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers as he snuggles closer, and you feel utterly enveloped by their presence.
The three of you lay there in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sex, but thereā€™s a newfound calmness, a quiet intimacy that settles over you like a warm blanket.
As you lay nestled between Heeseung and Jake, the warmth of their bodies soothing every ache and the steady rhythm of their breathing lulling you into a sense of tranquility, your eyelids grow heavy. The soft, rhythmic strokes of Heeseungā€™s thumb along your side and the gentle squeeze of Jakeā€™s hand in yours keep you tethered to the present, yet slowly, inevitably, the world begins to fade.
The sounds around you start to blur - Heeseungā€™s quiet, steady breaths, the faint rustle of sheets, and the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Everything seems to meld into a comforting haze, and you feel yourself slipping, drifting further into the embrace of sleep. The last thing you register is Heeseungā€™s fingers brushing through your hair and Jakeā€™s lips pressing a final, tender kiss to your cheek. You surrender to the drowsiness, your body relaxing completely as you sink into a deep, contented slumber, cocooned in the safety of their presence.
With you now resting peacefully between them, Heeseung and Jake exchange a silent glance over your sleeping form. Itā€™s a look filled with a mix of satisfaction, confusion, and a touch of uncertainty. The night had been everything they had imagined and more, but the rawness of their emotions lingers heavily between them. Neither of them had expected to feel this way - to feel so deeply connected to you through this shared experience.
Heeseungā€™s eyes flicker with an unspoken question, his possessiveness simmering just beneath the surface. Heā€™s never been good at sharing whatā€™s his, and seeing Jake so intimate with you stirs something complicated inside him. He knows he needs to sort through these feelings, but he also knows that tonight isnā€™t the time for it. Right now, youā€™re all that matters, your comfort and peace taking precedence over his own inner turmoil.
Jake meets his gaze, and for a moment, his usual easygoing demeanour falters. Thereā€™s a flicker of doubt, a quiet acknowledgement of the shift in their dynamic. The truth is, having you like this, feeling you fall apart in their hands, has only deepened his desire. But more than that, itā€™s solidified something within himā€”a need to protect and keep you close. Itā€™s a need that, strangely enough, mirrors Heeseungā€™s own, despite their differences.
Neither of them speaks; thereā€™s no need for words right now. Theyā€™ll figure it out in the morning, they tell themselves. What this means for all of them, how theyā€™ll navigate this new and tangled web of emotions and desireā€”itā€™s a problem for another day. The only certainty they share in this moment is that youā€™ve become something irreplaceable, something neither of them is willing to let go of.
But thereā€™s one unspoken agreement that hangs heavily between them:Ā 
Sunghoon can never find out.Ā 
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introspectivememories Ā· 11 months ago
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unrequited tddk is about the emotional infidelity. and i know what you're thinking, "oh from shouto's end right? cause he's can't ever get over izuku and it bleeds into every single romantic relationship he has?" no!!! from izuku's end. izuku who is very much not in love with shouto but can't seem to stop the weird Closeness that they have. izuku sitting in shouto's lap even though he has a boyfriend. izuku staying up all night with shouto bc shoucchan just gets it guys!! we understand each other. izuku getting sick and the one thing he asks for is shouto much to the chagrin of his boyfriend. izuku who remains willfully oblivious to the situation because if he acknowledges it then he'll have to let shouto go and that is the one thing he cannot do. izuku who wasn't loved by his peers growing up and now that he has someone who Gets him like nobody else, he's not letting go.
#100% izk is mean like this#you don't understand#this is like the first fic idea i ever really sat down to write#like years ago#and i did write parts of it but i could never get it to come out the way i wanted it to#so now im turning it over to y'all#anyway in my story the boyfriend is bakugo#and bakugo fucking hates how close they are. like truly despises it but he can't even say anything cause izk refuses to acknowledge it#and like ā€œffs izuku can you let that poor man go? it hurts just watching him pine over youā€#and like i dont think sho is the kind of person who can be friends with someone who rejected him#so i think that when izk starts dating bkg he initially lives in a state of denial for like a year until ocha talks some sense into him#and then he picks up like an overseas hero placement and drops all contact with izk#bc he loves izk but he cannnot watch izk be happy with someone else#and maybe that makes him selfish but why does he always have to be the selfless one? let him be selfish this once#and izk spends like the next 5 years with a hole in his heart#but sho is Thriving overseas without the added angst of izk draping himself all over sho.#until one night izk shows up at sho's apt. turns out that izk was doing an overseas mission and asked for sho's address under the guise of#being an old school friend. and sho reluctantly lets izk in cause it's cold outside and by god he has never been able to deny izk anything#and then they have a massive blowout argument.#why did you leave? / are you fucking serious? like you weren't two-timing bkg with the way you used to sit in my lap#wth are you talking about? / izuku! you do not get to have both of us! either you pick me or you pick him. and judging by that ring you#picked him. / i am not kind like you izuku. if you picked him i don't want anything to do with it. i don't want to be there for it#anyway#tododeku#tddk#todoroki shouto#midoriya izuku#bnha
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osaemu Ā· 1 year ago
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GOJO SATORU: THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER
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āœ© ā€§ Ėš. synopsis: what do you do when your boyfriend cheats? you go to his house and look for revenge, and you get it by fucking his dad! NSFW
contents: fem!reader. age gap, blowjob, praise, degradation, use of slut, slight dumbification, dirty talk, and possibly more. 2.6K words.
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you should've known that dating a rich boy came with more than just the moneyā€”it came with a shitty boyfriend too.Ā 
as you walk to his house, rain falling in your eyes, you curse every time he had you do his homework, his bills, even his fuckingĀ laundry. that's what you get for dating the spoiled heir to the massive gojo fortune.
you step onto the gojo estate's porch, wondering what possessed you to come all the way here in the middle of the night without an umbrella. thank god you still had the key your ex had given you, since he was too stupid to remember to take it back after he dumped you.
hands shaking from the cold, you slip the key into the lock and turn, a small smile dancing across your lips when it opens as easily as your ex's legs. he was probably out fucking another girl right now, if the pictures on his instagram story were any hint of his whereabouts.
you push the door open with your shoulder and dry your feet on the doormat. his parents are never home, and it's late enough for the staff to have all gone back to their quarters. besides, even if one or two were still here, they probably didn't know you weren't their spoiled brat's girlfriend anymore.
humming the post-breakup revenge song you'd been listening to for the past hour, you tie up your hair and look around. the only reason you walked all the way here in the middle of a dark, stormy night was for revenge, and you weren't leaving without it.
on the way to your ex's room, you stop in one of the bathrooms to dry off. rainwater slides off your body as you wring out your hair in the sink, water dripping down your wrist as you do so.
you walk the familiar path to your ex's room, rolling your eyes when you see a bra on the floor that definitely isn't yours. funnily enough, you aren't surprised. there's no hurt, no sadness, just disgust. your suspicions were rightā€”heĀ wasĀ fucking other girls while the two of you dated.Ā 
a sigh slips through your lips as you look around his room. it's messy, even with theĀ help from the gojo estate's numerous staff. they say bigger rooms naturally look cleaner, and yet your ex's room still manages to mirror his mindā€”filthy.
you're so immersed in the thousand ideas you have to ruin your ex's life that when a deep, sleep-ridden voice asks you what the fuck you're doing in his house, you nearly jump out of your skin.
you spin around, words caught in your throat when you come face-to-face with satoru gojo, your ex-boyfriend's dad and the infamous head of the gojo family.
it's more than shameful that the first thought you have is thatĀ shit, he's hot. you've met before, but it was only in passing. satoru's never around, and the extent of your relationship was a brief nod as he passed you in one of the many passageways in the gojo estate. in fact, you aren't entirely sure if he even knows who you are.
satoru gojo's well-known in japanā€”not only is he the reason the gojo family has its reputation, but he's made quite a name for himself by being the most affluent and handsome of them all.Ā 
you've heard stories about him back in his prime. most sound too far-fetched to be true, but the photos of him in his twenties that resurface from time-to-time make good material for your late-night fantasies.Ā 
and satoru's even more intimidating in person. he's easily over six feet tall with well-defined muscles, and he's the definition of aĀ dilf. he's probably twice your age, but the glint in his eyes and casual arrogance in his stance makes him all the more attractive.
it's a shame his son is such a dickhead.
"are you one of my son's whores?" satoru asks dryly, eying the bra on the floor. you scowl and kick it away, a soft huff slipping through your lips.
"no, i'mā€” wait, he never told you?" you cut yourself off with the question, a hint of incredulous disbelief in your tone.Ā 
satoru shrugs, reaching up to ruffle his hair. his shirt slides up just enough to expose his abs, which areĀ really fucking hotĀ by any standards. "if you're asking about my son, he thankfully leaves me out of his sex life," he says amusedly. "so, who are you? and what the hell are you doing in my house this late?"
"iā€”" well, you couldn't just say you were here to ruin his son's life. "uh, i'm his... girlfriend."
satoru barks out a laugh, looking down at you through his long, white eyelashes. "really? you sure you're dating my son?"
you narrow your eyes and nod. satoru shakes his head, slipping one of his hands in his pocket and gesturing to the bra on the floor with the other. "either youĀ aren'tĀ his girlfriend or you just found out he's cheating. which is it?"
well, you tried. "both." satoru raises his eyebrows at that and takes a seat on the chair across from his son's bed, exhaling as he does so.Ā 
"so, sweetheart, what's the story?" he asks, a bored expression on his face. he leans back and spreads his legs enough for you to wonder what it'd be like to be in between them.Ā 
not sensing that you really have a choice, you sit on the corner of his son's bed and start explaining. at first, you sugarcoat his son's actions, not wanting to sound like a whiny brat, but at one point he interjects with a sigh.
"i know my son," he says dryly, brushing his floppy white hair out of his eyes. "and i also know a liar when i see one."
"s' that so?" you mutter under your breath, ignoring the way satoru's eyes narrow at your side comment. from then on, you list every detail of just how shitty your ex was to you. you tell satoru how his son made you fold his clothes, how he dragged you to parties even when you swore you had homework, how he'd make you fuā€”
you stop there, not wanting to divulge every detail of your sex life. sure, your ex forced you to fuck him every night in every way he knew existed from watching porn, but that wasn't for hisĀ dadĀ to know.
satoru, who's been listening intently for the last five minutes, studies your irritated expression thoughtfully. rather than comment on the way you suddenly stopped ranting, he asks, "so you're here for revenge?"
you nod, crossing your legs. satoru eyes you for another second before placing his hands on his knees and standing up with a soft grunt. "do whatever you want, but i want youĀ outĀ of my house in fifteen minutes. and whatever you do stays in this room. no fire."
satoru looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. "is that clear?"
it would be easier to agree if satoru wasn't looking down at you with an expression like that on his face. it's somewhere between mild irritation and disgustā€”whether it's directed at you or his son, you're not sure, but he probably has better things to do than listen to some girl's breakup story. so you nod, and satoru starts to leave.
just before he steps out the door, you think of a really fucking insane ideaā€”one that would absolutely shatter your ex. and for some reason, you say it out loud.
"you should fuck me."
oh my god.
satoru turns around slowly, hand clenched around his phone. "the fuck?"
you swallow, eyes wide and a stupid grin plastered on your face. "shit, iā€”" you were ready to apologize for just about every word you've ever said, but satoru holds up his hand before you can start, cutting you off.
he scoffs, blue eyes glimmering with either amusement or annoyance. "you really are a piece of work, aren't ya?" satoru narrows his eyes, surveying you critically. his gaze settles on the way your shaky hands, and you hide them behind your back self consciously.
"you want me to fuck you on my son's bed?" he says dryly, stifling a laugh. when you force yourself to nod, he grins. "not bad, sweetheart. not bad at all."
"i-is that a yes?" you hate yourself for stuttering, but it makes satoru laugh.
"sure, why not?" he says, walking over to where you're still sitting on his son's bed and resting a hand on your shoulder. satoru rubs the side of your neck with his thumb, cerulean eyes fixed on your lips. "might be about time to teach my son a lesson anyways."
satoru's agreement surprises you enough to make your mouth fall open, and soon enough, his dick replaces the empty space between your lips.
"shit, you're takin' meĀ soĀ good, baby," satoru groans, hand tangled in your hair as he pushes his dick deeper into your throat. "yeah, that's it, jus' like thaā€”Ā fuck," he cuts himself off with a breathy laugh as you nearly choke.
he'sĀ big, way bigger than your ex, and you wonder how his dad's big dick gene skipped him. and even better, satoru's skilled too. he knows how to fuck you good, and you can tell that it's from experience, not from watching pornā€”unlike his lame excuse of a son.
"tell me, sweetheart," satoru drawls, looking down at you with a cheeky smile. "was my son half as good as i am in bed?"
when you shake your head no, satoru clicks his tongue in disapproval. "shit, now y're gonna expectĀ every guy you fuck with to be as good as me. well, sorry 'bout that, because theyĀ aren't."
at least you know where his son gets his arrogance from.Ā 
it's getting a little hard to breathe, especially since you have ten inches of dick shoved down your throat. despite all satoru's talk, you can tell that he's getting close to cumming down your throatā€”his eyes are twitching and his breaths are starting to become more and more shaky as you suck him off. soon enough, the coil in his stomach snaps and he cums, cursing and praising you as he does. satoru's grip on your hair tightens, and it's borderline painful as he tugs you deeper by the hair.
"shit, that was the best head i've had in a while," he groans after his breathing starts to go back to normal. satoru grins at you, shaking his head and pinning you on your back on the bed.
"you've already been fucked by a gojo here, haven't you?" satoru cooes, tracing your jawline with one of his fingers. "tch, i'll fuck you better than my shithead son ever could. show ya the reason we gojos have a reputation for our dicks."
and fuck, he does. after quickly making you cum on his fingers with the excuse of loosening you up, he roughly shoves his dick in your already-throbbing pussy with a grin. he's soĀ fuckingĀ big that you've convinced he's gonna rip you in half.
"g-gojo, iĀ can'tā€”"
"sure y'can," he cuts you off, jaw tightening as you tighten around him. "fuckin'Ā hell, you're just tight as a virgin. my son must be shit in bed, yeah?"
"mhm," you hum, tilting back your head and gasping for air as you feel your body heat up. "shitā€” right thereā€”"
satoru grins, dipping his head and meeting your tear-lidded eyes. he's far from gentleā€”it's barely been a couple minutes and your back is already in the highest arch of your life, and it's hard to form coherent thoughts as satoru continues bullying his cock into your pussy.
you lose track of time easilyā€”fuck, you forget there's even a world outside of whatever this is. at some point your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as your eyes roll backā€”just a dumb slut for satoru; or at least that's what he calls you.
as you approach what must be the hundredth orgasm of the night, satoru asks you to say his name. it's almost embarrassing how much effort it is to sayā€”he's fucked you dumb enough to the point where you're a babbling mess.
"shit, you can't even talk," satoru says with a grin, flicking your forehead playfully. "cute." he rests his elbow by your head and shoves his hand over your mouth, amusement dancing in his eyes. "you talk too much anyways, princess. take a break."
you whine against his hand and satoru shakes his head, a faux pout on his face. "c'mon, it's not like you can talk anyways," he tsks. his next thrust is particularly rough, and you can't seem to remember who the name of the dickhead who got you in this situationā€”what was your ex's name again? does it matter?
"yeah i can" you mumble, voice muffled by satoru's hand. when his pout deepens, you can't help but giggle, a sound that soon turns to a squeal when he pushes the side of your face into the mattress.
"what's so funny?" satoru grumbles, dipping his head and pressing his lips against the hand seperating your mouth from his. satoru's glimmering eyes are fixed on yours as a cheeky smile spreads across his face. "fine then."
he pulls out, cursing under his breath as he presses his back to the headboard. satoru ignores theĀ hm?Ā that slips out of your lips and removes his hand from your mouth, resting it on his dick instead and stroking it with a smirk. "what is it, princess?"
"whaā€” why'd you stop?"
satoru lifts his other wrist, studying the watch on it and turning his hand so you can see too. your vision is still so fucked up that the numbers look like swimming otters, but you can vaguely make out the time.
"it's been fifteen minutes, kid. time to go."
your mouth falls open and you sit up, still breathing heavily. one second you're having the best sex of your life, and the next your ex's dad is calling youĀ kidĀ and telling you it'sĀ time to go?
"not fair," you mumble, pulling your legs into your chest and resting your head on your knees. "that was a stupid time limit," you huff, chest heaving. "i couldn't have done anything to him in fifteen minutes anyways."
satoru snorts, stretching his arms and resting his hands behind his head. "i'd say we didĀ somethingĀ in those fifteen minutes," he says dryly, white hair falling into his eyes.Ā 
"hmph."
satoru raises his eyebrows, biting the inside of his lip as he continues stroking himself. you notice the way his abs flex and tense the closer he gets; something that shouldn't be as attractive as it is.
"can't believe my dumbass son fucked up so badly with a girl like you," he groans after a minute, back resting against the headboard as he continues stroking his dick. "won't be seein' you around here again, huh?"
you blink, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as satoru eyes you intently. "what d'you mean?"
before satoru can answer, the two of you hear footsteps, and before either of you can do anything, standing in the doorway to his own room is your ex, a giggling girl on his arm. the faint scent of alcohol floods through your nose as they stumble in, and it's all you can do to stop yourself from laughing when your ex sees that his bed is already occupied.
"why the hell is my dad in bed with my ex-girlfriend?!"
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strawberrypoundtown Ā· 5 months ago
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Alright, hear me out I am thinking... Werebear. I just can't get my mind off of the idea of a werebear with his little round ears and fuzzy tail who gets disturbed while trying to hibernate (Which he's admittedly not very good at)
That's it, take it and run girly~
(OH it's just a quick one shot- sike, this was a lot longer than I planned and I had to cut some of it for another time lol I should have made it two parts, but whatevs
Enjoy the show - Strawberry šŸ“)
Dummies Guide To Hibernation
Clayton Briggs x Fem!Reader
You move into a new apartment complex and notice your next-door neighbor being a lot more secluded and withdrawn lately as the winter creeps in. One late night, as you're walking through the hall to your door, you notice the door to his apartment is wide open...
Contains: unprotected sex, breeding kink, size kink, light free use kink (?)
You had moved into this apartment complex just shy of 3 months ago. You were still getting your bearings, having not lived completely alone before. You always had roommates or family living with you, so finally being completely alone was strange. Your apartment complex wasn't very big. There were only two other apartments on your side of the hall, yours sandwiched between the two.
The older werewolf woman that lived on your right seemed to be pretty calm and quiet, albeit a bit paranoid. She looked to be about 40-50 years old, but could have been older. You hadn't seen her leave the complex property before, so you just chalked it up to her being a bit of a recluse. You occasionally grab her mail for her when she asks, and she's always grateful, giving you a handful of candy before sending you on your way.
The man that lived on your left was a very different story. You two had met late at night when he offered to help you move a very large chair that you had bought a few days after you moved in. You were struggling to get it into the elevator after regretting that you had ordered the orc size for the chair and not werewolf of something. Damn you and your enjoyment of large furniture.
A large, burly man with a bushy brown beard had appeared behind you during your struggle. His curly golden brown hair was short and messy. He seemed to be around a staggering 7'3" tall, easily towering over you. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, steel-toe workboots, and a reflective vest that people used on construction sites. Of course, you assumed that he just got off of work and was getting impatient with you hogging the only elevator. You were about to apologize for being in his way and try to get the chair out of the way when he put his massive hand on your forehead, gently moving you out of the way. With a faint grunt, he easily moves the chair into the elevator. He stands in the elevator with the chair next to him and enough space for you to stand next to him. He holds the elevator door open for you as he stares at you. He notices you hesitating and looks away from you, his dirt covered cheeks turning a bit red as he looked away from you. He was still waiting for you.
"O-oh. Thank you." You said softly with a smile as you looked up at him and stepped into the elevator. You clicked the button for your floor, and he nodded in response as he moved his arm, letting the door close. "You must be one of my neighbors. I just moved in about a week ago. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He let out another grunt as he nodded once again, only glancing at your occasionally as he avoided touching you in the cramped elevator. Saying he was a large man as an understatement. You had to strain your neck to look up at him, but looking at eye level or lower was even worse. He was built like a truck with a nice layer of chubbiness. He seemed so soft, so nice to hug. You just wanted him to pick you up and hold you. It was hard to focus on anything but him as his chest was only inches away from your face. You could tell that he had a very strong build, and you love a large dad bod. He was covered in dirt and sweat, but his scent was still a bit too nice for your comfort.
As the elevator doors opened, you found yourself trying to scramble out the door and out of the way as quickly as possible. You had let out a sigh of relief, trying to calm your racing heart as he lifted the chair out of the elevator with ease. He immediately started walking towards your door.
You quickly got out your keys and jogged down the hall to open your door. He moved quickly, so he was already at your door by the time you got there. Once your door was open, you led him inside your cozy apartment and towards your livingroom. As he stepped inside, he was surprised at the decore you already had up. Pictures and posters and a few fake plants with fairy lights pinned to the ceiling.
After he put down the chair where you told him to, he noticed the rest of your furniture. It was all fairly large, at least the size for most werewolves, but all covered in pillows and blankets to make it cozy. He felt like just looking at your apartment would make him fall asleep. He needed to leave. Your heart sank a bit, following him as he immediately turned to walk towards the front door.
"Thank you for your help! I don't know what I would have done if you didn't help me. I'm sorry I bothered you on your way home-" You say, but he cuts you off by holding out his hand to you to shake. You take it gently, and he begins to speak.
"Don't worry about it. If you ever need help with anything, I live next door on your left. Apartment 400. I'm pretty handy." He says softly as he looks down at you with a blank expression. His voice was deep and intimidating, but it made you feel safe and warm. His hand was big and rough, but he held your soft hand so gently, like he was worried about hurting you.
"Oh, thank you. I really appreciate that. Um... could I get your name? My name is (Y/n)." You say with a smile, staring up at him as your other hand comes up to rest on top of his. His cheeks turn a bit red once again as he stares at your hands for a moment before looking back into your eyes.
"I-I'm Clayton..." He says shyly before pulling his hand away and taking a step back. "It was nice to meet you (Y/n). I need to go." He said bluntly, his eyes avoiding yours as he rushed off to his apartment door. For such a large man, he sure was quick. You didn't even have a chance to say anything before you heard his door slam shut. You worried you angered him, but based on his pink cheeks, you assumed that he was just shy.
Over the next month, you would start conversations with him whenever you would see him. He would always stand and listen until you were done talking. Occasionally, you would mention that you were trying to do something in your apartment and would ask what kind of tools you would need. He would tell you, seemingly happy that he could give you advice. However, he never seemed to let you take his advice, because before you could even get the tools you needed, he would be over with his toolbox ready to go.
Need a shelf put up? He did it. Need your sink unclogged? No problem. He got it cleared. Need your lock replaced because your ex found out where you lived? He replaced your entire door and got you a doorbell camera.
He never accepted any money from you, always saying he just wanted to be a good neighbor and make sure you were safe. He did, however, accept food. You always made him a big plate of whatever you were eating that night. He always seemed to enjoy it after he got home, the plates returning to your front door completely clean the next morning.
However, as the fall passed and the winter started, you saw Clayton less and less. Whenever you would see him, he'd look absolutely exhausted, and you had noticed him getting thinner. He also started to occasionally walk around with his cute stubby tail and round ears out due to how little energy he had. You had found out from your other neighbor that Clayton was a werebear, so the winter season made him exhausted all the time. You felt bad for asking for so much of his time while he should have been preparing for hibernation, so you took it upon yourself to make sure he was eating enough.
Every day, you brought a container of food over to his door and left it in front of his door. You would leave a note on the container before knocking and running off so you didn't bother him further. The clean, empty containers would show up in front of your door the next day with a note that just said 'thank you'.
What you didn't know was how much it actually meant to him that you had been helping him in return. He had always struggled with his hibernation, having been raised by a pack of werewolves after his parents adopted him. They did their best, but he was never really taught how to hibernate properly. It didn't help that he had insomnia, which was very inconvenient for the big guy when it came to his hibernation time. Thankfully, during the winter, his construction jobs slowed down a bit, but it still took a lot out of him. Cooking himself dinner at the end of a long day was out of the question, so he usually got take out or nothing at all.
Imagine his surprise when he started getting food dropped off at his door every night. He loved your food. Everything you made was delicious, and he always licked his plate clean. You were so sweet with how you helped take care of him. The smell of the fantastic food you cooked flooding the hallway was amazing, but your scent had him even more entranced.
Ever since you had moved next door, just your scent from the hallway was enough to comfort him. He had already thought you were cute when you moved in, but as time went on, he fell for you even harder. Your more domestic side showing lately had been the killer for him, though. You would check in on him and give him food, a reassuring touch, like the angel you were. He wanted to help take care of you like you took care of him. He wanted you. He needed you. He always had such a hard time leaving your apartment because of how cozy it was. The moment he would walk in, he would feel like he could pass out on the floor and still be comfortable. He wished he could sleep in your orc sized bed with you and show you how much he cares about you.
He would listen unintentionally as you would take a shower or get ready for bed. The walls were so thin, and with his hearing as good as it was, it was impossible for him to ignore your whimpers from the other side of the wall whenever you'd be masturbating. Whenever he had gone in to help you put up a shelf in your bedroom, he could smell the arousal in the air from when you had given yourself an orgasm shortly before he arrived. He struggled to hide his erection the whole time. Just imagining what you did to yourself when you were alone made his dick throb in his jeans. Being able to smell that you were ovulating didn't help.
He knew what everything meant. You were his mate. He just had no idea how to tell you without sounding completely insane. You were just a human. A very soft, sweet human that surely only had the best intentions whenever they would interact. If only he knew how further he was from the truth. You had wanted him just as badly, if not more, but didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He just seemed shy to you, and you didn't want to scare him off. For such a big guy like him, you had hoped food would win him over. Every time you had him over to help fix something you didn't understand, you would fantasize about him driving his cock into you and letting out all his pent-up frustrations. And cum.
Once you found out he was a werebear, you did some serious research. You learned about how he needed a cozy environment he could use as a 'den' and how much he needed to eat. Werebears didn't sleep 24 hours a day, but they needed at least 10-14 hours of sleep every night to function somewhat normally during the day. They tend to need to eat a lot to keep up a healthy layer of fat. They can also get very, very backed up if they don't have a mate to hibernate with as they typically don't socialize during this time. You didn't know what his apartment looked like, as he had never invited you over, but you wanted to make your home as inviting to him as possible for when he came over. Especially your bedroom.
You were happy you rented in a monster-friendly apartment building due to the fact that you had an orc sized bed from the last place you lived in. It was at least 9' long, and you were always swimming in it, so you always had it loaded with pillows and stuffed animals and soft blankets. You figured that if you got some extra large blankets for him to use, he would be more inclined to come over.
But lately, he was so tired he had let his ears and tail show, his arms and chest extra hairy as it peaked out of his clothing. He was trying to conserve energy, and you noticed him not snoring much at night when he should have been sleeping, but still going to work in the morning with dark circles under his eyes. You also noticed that as the next full moon approached, he was struggling more and more to hold it together. He was nearly falling asleep standing up and more shuffled than walked to his apartment. You started making more and more food for him to leave by his door for when he got home.
Tonight was a full moon, so you knew you had to make him a lot of food because he was going to fully tranform tonight. The containers had started coming back broken with apology notes and money attached, so tonight you had gotten some disposable containers. You made him a huge spread of various roasted vegetables and fish and put all the containers in front of his door, saying that if he needed to, he could crash at your place.
That leads you to this moment, you standing outside Clayton's door. You heard him stumble home about 20 minutes ago and growling for about 15 minutes until a loud thud hit the floor. It shook your apartment, and you instantly rushed over to see if he was okay. You noticed the door was cracked open and hesitantly pushed the door open. Your jaw dropped as you saw his living conditions. It was clean, but barely had any furniture to keep clean in the first place. All he had was a large futon in the livingroom and a TV with a gaming set up.
You hear groaning coming from what you assume to be the bedroom as you carefully creep in. You peer down the hallway to see a large furry mass in the dark. A mess of ripped apart food containers were scattered down the hallway to in front of the bed. You gingerly made your way down the hallway as you tried to get a better look at him. You could tell he was already fully transformed, and it almost sounded like he was... whining? As you got closer, you noticed that he was so big half his giant furry body was hanging off the bed. He was facing away from you, but you could hear him panting and whining as his nubby tail wiggled. He was a giant ball of fur and you slowly walked up to his face. His head was huge when he was transformed. He looked like an adorable grizzlybear, minus the giant sharp claws.
"C-clayton?" His eyes snap open at the sound of your voice. Your sweet, beautiful voice. "Are you okay?... I heard a loud thud, and your door was open..." You were so kind. He couldn't believe you actually walked in here to check on him. He didn't know what to do. He was embarrassed at how his place looked. He had been so tired lately he hadn't wanted to do anything special for his hibernation, but he was regretting it now.
He bashfully looks away from you and scoots his head closer to you. You crouch down and gently run your fingers through his fur. His fur was so soft you gently rest you head on top of his as she scratched the fur around his neck. He lets out an odd growl that almost sounds like a purr as he nuzzles into your chest. He inhales your comforting scent deeply. You smell so sweet... He had to carefully pull his face away from your chest before he tried to rip your tank top off. He had noticed you weren't wearing a bra and wanted to know what your breast looked like so badly. He caught himself staring at your chest before looking up at you with his beautiful golden eyes.
"C-can I crash with you? Please?... this is bad..." His voice was hoarse as he groaned. He regret pushing his body so much and ignoring his need for a proper den. He knew your place would be perfect based on what he had seen so far. Not only that, but he would be able to convince you to share your large bed with him. It had been so long since he could cuddle anyone during hibernation...
"Of course you can. I just need you to follow me." You said softly, and you went to stand up. He stood up with you, and you couldn't help but freeze for a moment as you took in his large form. He was nearly 9' tall, staring down at you as he breathed heavily. All he had on were some boxers that were way too small once he was transformed. You could see the outline of his thick cock through the fabric. He put one of his giant hands on your shoulder and sleepily followed you next door to your apartment, being sure to at least close his door before he leaves.
Upon stepping into your apartment, he has to use his hands on your wall to stabilize himself. Walking through the threshold of your home and being hit with a wall of your scent was overwhelming. He stumbled through your apartment as carefully as possible, trying not to knock anything over. You had to guide him to your bedroom, him ducking a bit through the doorways. As he saw your bed, he let out a sigh of relief. The mass of pillows and giant blankets looked so welcoming.
"I-I hope it'll be okay. At least better than your place..." You let out a soft giggle as you opened up the bed more for him to crawl in. He didn't waste another moment before carefully crawling onto your bed. The bed dipped under his immense weight. You thanked yourself for getting a reinforced bedframe when you got your giant bed.
"Oh fuck." He groaned out as he fully laid down, his body going limp as he finally felt his body fully relax for the first time in ages. Fully stretched out, he's just as tall as the bed, but all the pillows and blankets with the softness of the mattress are perfect. He feels like he's in heaven as he turns onto his side and closes his eyes. His breathing began to get heavier, and you assume he's already starting to fall asleep. You grab the biggest blanket you have from your couch and as you lay it over him, his eyes slowly open. He stares at you for a moment as your body is illuminated in the moonlight peering in from your window. He hadn't really gotten a good look at you yet, and it was a good thing that he didn't. He wouldn't have been able to make it over to your apartment if he noticed you were only wearing a tanktop and tight boxer shorts. He could already feel himself getting hard under the covers, your scent overwhelming as he let out a soft groan.
"Clayton? Are you okay?" You ask with a worried tone. Your caring eyes are so beautiful in the moonlight. In a flash, you were pulled under him while letting out a loud yelp. He was proped up on his elbow on his side next to you, his other hand on your hip as he leaned over you. He held your body so close to his, trying his best not to rip your clothes off of you immediately. He leans down and nuzzles his face into your neck so all he can smell is you. He was annoyed at how your scent was so comforting but wouldn't let him sleep. He was pent-up, and you were his mate that made a den just for him... he needed to do something or he felt like he was gonna explode.
He moved one of his knees in between yours as he stared into your eyes, running his hand from your hip to your thigh to guide it to hook over his leg. Goosebumps appear all over your body as you feel his sharp claws drag across your skin. As you were held there on your back, you could feel his hard cock against your thigh. Fuck you were turned on. You didn't know what to do but stare back into his glowing eyes and follow his lead. He leaned in close to your face, bearing his sharp teeth as he struggles to find his words.
"I really need your help tonight (Y/n)..." He mumbles as he moves from smelling your hair to burying his nose in your collarbone.
"Look, I'm flattered... v-very flattered, but I'm not really a fan of one night stands." You say nervously, knowing that you'd want way more than just one night with him. His large, rough tongue rakes up the side of your neck, making you let out an involuntary moan.
"Who said I wanted a one night stand?" His hot breath brushes against your neck, causing goosebumps to go down your body. "I want you.. All of you... Always." His teeth ran across the skin in the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply. "If you want me, I'll stay... please..." He pleads with a deep growl. He sounds so desperate for you. You wouldn't have thought the stoic man next door would be reduced to a horny, cuddly mess, but here you are. "My mate..." He growls as he palms one of your breasts through your thin tank top, careful not to scratch you with his claws. The pressure of his body against yours is overwhelming in the best way, every touch lighting you on fire as you couldn't help but let out soft moans.
"P-please stay Clayton..." You begged as your self-control went out the window, grinding your hot mound against his leg. Your words and actions made him suck in a breath, pausing as he stared at you. He suddenly turned onto his back, pulling you on top of him to straddle his waist. He used his claws to rip a huge hole in your shorts, exposing your dripping wet pussy. You pulled your tanktop off quickly before he ripped that off while he ripped away his boxers. His massive cock sprang to life, smacking against your wet pussy lips softly. He pulled himself up to bring you in for a kiss, groaning as he
You bit your lip before grinding your cunt down along his dick. It was too dark for you to see properly, but his dick felt similar to a werewolf's dick, but much bigger. You hadn't taken someone that big before, so you were secretly happy that you were in the middle of masturbating when you heard him come home...
"Oh fuck." He strained his head back against the bed as he moaned. His hands reached up to hold your hips in place, rolling his hips back against you to get more friction against his sensitive cock. His hands were massive, both of them nearly completely encircling your waist as he held you in place. He fought against the urge to use you like a living fleshlight immediately. He felt like he was getting high off the scent of your arousal.
You brace your hands on his soft forearms as you find your footing by his sides. His waist is too big for you to straddle normally, but you don't care. You're gonna do your best. You were getting impatient, as he could feel from how his cock was completely drenched from your juices. He raises his head up to look at you, letting out soft whimpers as you pull your heat away from his needy dick. You earn a low growl from him as you decided to grab his cock and line his dripping tip up with your aching hole. His grip on your hips tightens, and you feel his claws threaten to break your soft skin. He applauded his self control in his crazed state, although every fiber of his being was telling him to just bury his cock deep inside you now. He needed you so badly.
You press yourself down on his dick, your arousal and his precum acting as lube. His cock slides into your pussy easier than he expected, but you're still struggling to take his size. His cock was so thick it stretched your pussy to the absolute limit and you were loving every second. You had only taken him about halfway, and yiu didn'tknow how much more you could take. You were trying to hold your moans as much as possible, but the attempt was futile. You groaned out in pleasure as the shape of his cock rubbed against your g-spot with every movement.
Clayton stared at you hungrily, growl in his throat that resonated through his whole body. You could swear you felt his dick vibrate, but then again, it might have been your walls fluttering to accommodate his size.
He suddenly snaps his hips up into yours, his hands on your hips keeping you in place as he buries his cock into you up to his knot. The drastic shock to your body made you scream out in pleasure. Your pussy stung as you felt the bulge at the base of his cock press against your pussy. You feel him shudder under you as you clenched your pussy around his length. You're given very little time to adjust before he starts moving your hips for you.
"F-fuck, I'm sorry... I can't control myself right now... you drive me fucking crazy... you're so fucking tight..." He growls as he watches your boobs bounce in front of him. He may have you on top, but he's the one in control. He holds your hips so firmly it may leave bruises, using your body as his personal sex toy. He is so desperate to cum, wanting nothing more than to fill you up and get you pregnant.
He wanted you to be the mom to his cubs. You were so sweet and kind. You could teach them how to make a den much better than he could. You felt so amazing stretched out on his dick. You were just so addicting.
Every movement he made you do made you feel just as crazy as him. His cock hit all the right places, your pussy quivering around him as you felt yourself getting close to cumming. Every slight curve and bend of his dick felt like heaven as he bounced you faster to chase his own release.
"I'm so close. I'm not pulling out. I want you to take my knot and have my cub..." He grunts, whimpering as you feel his dick twitch inside you. He's close, and so are you.
"Y-yes please! I want your cum in me, please! Make me cum!" You beg him, completely giving into the pleasure. You couldn't take it anymore. You were so close it almost hurt.
"Rub your clit for me, honey." He orders and you don't think twice before one of your hands finds your clit, your fingers working your sensitive clit while he works you. It only takes a few more seconds before you throw your head back, moaning like a bitch in heat as your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami. As you begin to cum, he snaps his hips up to meet yours, thrusting his huge knot into your already strained pussy. The rough action causes you to scream, squirting all over his crotch as your quivering pussy milked his cock. His dick throbbed inside you as he let out a roar, his claws scratching your hips while he came deeper than anyone had before. He filled your plugged up pussy so much your belly bulged slightly. You both struggle to catch your breath as his grip on you slowly relaxed. He couldn't help but stare at you and your beautiful body, your sweat shining in the moonlight through the window.
"I hope you're okay... I didn't hurt you, did I?" He groans out, a bit worried that in his haze he went too far. Your exhausted giggle eases him slightly.
"I'm more than okay..." You admit with a grin. Clayton chuckles in response as he feels his knot start to go down, letting him slip his cock out of you. You whimper and whine as he pulls his cock out, suddenly feeling every empty as his cum pours out of your used hole. He lets out a relieved sigh as he turns onto his side and pulls you close to him.
"I'm glad you're okay..." He whispers to you as he stares into your eyes with adoration mixed with exhaustion. You can't help but smile as his large body and thick fur make you feel like you have a living weighted blanket. His presence was just so comforting to you.
"I hope you don't mind hibernating with me." You say. He pulls you in close as he arranges the pillows and blankets around the two of you, using his arm as a pillow for you. He finally pulls the blanket over the two of you and wraps his other arm around you.
"Honey, I don't think I could have hibernated without you..." He says softly, ending in a yawn as you both settled in to get some sleep. As you two embraced each other, sweaty and satisfied, you couldn't stop thinking about how Clayton would be a really good dad. You secretly hope his seed already got you pregnant as you fell asleep cuddled into his chest. He took another good look at your gorgeous face before drifting off to sleep himself. Both of you were soon dreaming of your belly swollen with his cub and little kids running around.
He could get used to this.
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