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servicpop · 7 months ago

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nude beach adrien ( deliquent oc ) x ftm reader

ⓘ⠀reader has top surgery , use of cunt & pussy , fingering , public ( on beach )

Tans, seashells, crisp soda and icecream, perfect for a hot sunny day.

It was an idea pitched by one of your friends to hold a class beach day, and as the student president, you agreed and began to plan. The message you sent into the class group chat was bombarded with positive replies the moment you mentioned the word 'beach.' It seemed like alot of your classmates either wanted to escape studying or needed a break to cool off.

A familiar icon popped up underneath your message, Adrien's, but he didn't reply so you just guessed he would skip this event out too.

Stuffed in a car with all your friends, you allocated each friend to bring different things like drinks, food, beach balls and towels. You were in charge of packing the beach umbrellas and foldable chairs.

It was about a 3 hour trip to a beach nearby; one that wouldn't be bombarded with little children and an abundance of people.

When you got there with your friends — a little earlier than the set time — you took the initiative to start helping out with things and putting down your chairs and umbrellas. As you're hauling out the items from the trunk, you could faintly hear the raspy sound of someone calling out.

“Adrien, give me a hand here!” Your head instinctively turns to meet eyes with that stupid deliquent who seems to always show up wherever you are.

He was unusually early, perhaps earlier than you.

Adrien shoots you a toothy smirk before turning back to his buddy, helping the guy lift a cooler filled with sodas and probably beer as well. You shrug him off with a small scoff, rolling your eyes before going back to set up your things

You've successfully put up an umbrella and a deck chair away from the water, letting your body relax on the chair.

You weren't even planning on swimming today but you brought a shirt and some swim shorts just in case you wanted to just dip your feet into the icy water and feel the waves crash against your knees.

Staring out to the shore you watch as your friends run into the water, splashing and kicking sand up st eachother. You would join but, swimming wasn't something you particularly liked, especially the feeling of your wet swimsuit sticking to your skin.

“What are you doing all alone, prez?” His voice comes out smooth and almost tantalizing as a hand slides over your shoulder. You flinch harshly, whipping your head around to see Adrien in his full glory, shirt off, slightly damp hair and crystal clear water droplets gliding down the curves of his muscles.

Before you could say anything, Adrien pulls up another chair and slides it right beside you. The wooden bits of the deck chair clink together and he lowers himself on it with a small sigh of relief.

“The boys are playing like gladiators out there, felt like I was gonna die,” He laughs and you see his chest stutter as he does. He lets his head rest on his hand, elbow jutted out as he turns to face you.

“But really, why aren't you swimming? I'd love to see you shirtless and wet.” You roll your eyes and scoff, shaking your head as you stretch out your legs.

“I just don't feel like it,” You hum nonchalantly which earns a breathless laugh from Adrien. He places a hand on your stomach, inching closer to you. His fingers lightly drum on your stomach, earning that slight hollow sound.

He flicks your shirt up and burrows his hand underneath it, making a slow ascend to your chest, tracing over the raised lines underneath it.

“They're healed enough,” he points out, “Just let me see them.”

Your eyes quickly dart around, making sure that no one is watching. The beach stretches out quite far so the majority of the people were situated towards the middle with you and Adrien being in a more empty area.

You don't fight it, you just look away as he pulls up the shirt to your chin. The cool ocean breeze hits your bare chest, pulling out a view shivers from you. Adrien has seen your scars, multiple times but its always a surprise to see how his eyes soften and how he caresses them so delicately.

“Y'know people won't care if you just swim shirtless, you're a dude it doesn't matter,” He's leaning his head over to kiss your scars in which you push his face away. He laughs and moves his hands back down to rest on your lower stomach.

“You should get out of here before anyone sees you talking with me,” You manage to breathe out, moving your hand to his, attempting to pry them off your exposed skin. Being in such an open area with all your classmates undoubtedly gets you anxious, especially considering how long you've kept your relationship with Adrien a secret.

“Why? People can't handle me spending time with my boyfriend?” It just rolls off his tongue the way he claims you're his — even when you're not.

You're about to retaliate, about to shout whatever insult that comes to mind but you feel his hand move down to cup your crotch. Your body jerks at the touch and you shoot him a glare but he returns it with a sly smile.

“You're not my boyfriend,” you manage to force the words out your throat.

“Yeah but can any guy make you feel like this?” His fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts, pushing pressure onto your cunt. You can't help the curses that flow from your lips and the fact that you're arching your back into his hands.

“They don't know how to treat you right, only I can,” You can hear the jealousy drip off his tone like honey on a stick: thick and sickly sweet.

His fingers are brought back up and now he's pulling at your waistband, dipping his fingers underneath your shorts. His hand just glides over the smooth expanse of your pelvis, dipping down to your sweet, slick sex. Adrien starts by parting your folds with his index and his ring finger, skimming his middle over your fluttering hole.

You're so wet he can hear every movement his finger makes on you.

His thumb finds your clit, pushing the tip of it against that bundle of nerves. He's massaging circles on it, punching out a loud whine from your throat.

“Shit cutie, you're sensitive there?” He laughs, moving his hand lower so he could press his palm against it. Your little mewls and the way you grip onto the side of the chair so tightly makes Adrien want to rip your clothes off and fuck the daylights out of you, but he can't, he'll get caught almost instantly.

His fingers finally meet your hole, pushing in one finger slowly. You gasp, hips rolling up to grind your clit against his palm as he stuffs his finger into you. Adrien laughs again like he's having fun drawing all these reactions out of you.

Your warm, gummy walls hug his finger so snugly he has to slip in another one just to loosen you up a bit. He groans, driving his middle and ring finger into you. Everytime he pulls them back and slams them in your legs tremble and that obscene wet noise rings through his head like the aftermath of a drug.

“You like that prez? Such a good boy f'me aren't you?” Adrien bites his own, chapped lips, repeatedly ramming his fingers into you, watching as you laid your head back and let the moans spill out from your parted lips. The moment he starts curling his fingers up your body tenses and you absent-mindedly grab onto his forearm.

You're seeing stars with the way he's hitting your G-spot every single time he drives his fingers deeper into you.

“Fuck— ah– Adrien,” You cry out, moving your hand down to push down on his, encouraging him to put more pressure on your pussy. He gladly obliges, moving his fingers faster and pushing his palm against your clit with more force than before.

The familiar feeling of a knot wells up in the pit of your stomach and you know you're about to cum.

“C'mon, that's it.” Adrien can tell you're close from the quivering of your knees and the way sweat trickles down your forehead. He kisses the salt away before groaning as he feels his fingers get soaked from your orgasm.

He pumps his fingers slowly, letting you ride out your high before stopping completely.

“Shit, let me eat you out next tim—”

“Stop talking.”

doctors note ; hope i did alright for my first time writing for ftm reader T T

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daeniradraconis · 2 months ago

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High on Love - Jack H.

Hey lovelies! 💖 I know I promised to work on Age is Just a Number and my Auston Matthews fic, but an idea for a story about Jack being high on pain meds after surgery popped into my head, and I couldn’t resist writing it first! But don’t worry, the others are definitely coming soon!

I hope you enjoy reading it! ✨

For more fun: masterlist

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Jack stirs, his lashes fluttering against pale skin. He looks exhausted, the painkillers keeping him soft and pliant, his limbs heavy against the hospital bed. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face when his bleary eyes land on you.

“Babe,” he sighs, his voice thick and warm, like honey. He reaches for your hand but completely misses, his fingers clumsily grasping at the air before falling back to the sheets.

You take his hand gently, threading your fingers through his. “I’m right here, love.”

Jack just stares at you, utterly smitten. His pupils are wide, his hair a mess, and there’s an almost childlike wonder in his expression. And yet, even like this, completely drugged out and ridiculous, he’s still stupidly handsome. It’s almost unfair.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. “My pretty little girlfriend.”

You giggle, rubbing soft circles against the back of his hand. Yep, he’s definitely still high as a kite. “Thank you, baby.”

Jack’s brows knit together suddenly. “Wait. Are you real? Or am I… dead?”

Ellen sighs from the chair on the other side of the bed, watching all of this unfold with thinly veiled amusement. “She’s real, Jack.”

Jack’s head lolls toward her, his sleepy eyes blinking in surprise. “Mom?”

“Yes, Jack,” Ellen says patiently. She looks tired, but there’s something else in her expression, too. A tenderness, a quiet fondness, like she’s looking at her baby boy rather than her fully grown 23-year-old son.

Jack stares at her for a long moment before his eyes suddenly widen. He turns back to you, gripping your hand with what little strength he has.

“Babe. We got caught.”

Your stomach drops slightly. He can’t mean—

“What?”

Jack swallows hard, looking genuinely panicked. “She knows about us.”

You exchange a glance with Ellen, whose lips are already twitching with laughter.

“Jack,” you say carefully, “we’ve been together for three years. And, sweetheart, your mom caught us five months in. She’s known for a long time.”

Jack shakes his head furiously. “No, no, no. We were in spy mode. No one was supposed to know.”

Ellen snorts. “Jack. I caught you a long time ago.”

Jack frowns. “No, you didn’t.”

Ellen exhales sharply, rubbing her forehead like she feels a migraine coming on. “I walked in on you two.”

Jack tilts his head, eyes clouded with confusion. He looks far too cute to be taken seriously.

Ellen’s voice grows exasperated. “In your kitchen, Jack. You were barely dressed. And your father was with me. We saw you.”

Jack looks at her like she’s lost her mind. “Mom. Be serious.”

“I AM SERIOUS.”

Jack just blinks at her, completely unconvinced. “Nah. Didn’t happen.”

Ellen groans, rubbing a hand down her face. “Oh, for the love of—” She turns to you, confused. “You remember, right?”

You bite your lip, your face heating at the memory. “I definitely remember. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Jack, you didn’t have pants on. And I didn’t have anything on top.”

Jack squints at you, gaze searching. Then, suddenly, his expression softens, a slow, lazy grin tugging at his lips.

“I just remember how hot you look naked.”

Ellen groans again. “Jack, concentrate.”

You sigh, smoothing your fingers through Jack’s messy hair. “Baby, I think the pain meds are making you a little loopy.”

Jack hums, leaning into your touch like a lost puppy. “Love when you call me baby.” His lips quirk up at the corners. “Say it again.”

Ellen shakes her head, an incredulous but affectionate smile tugging at her lips. “And here I was, worrying that all those times you hit your head on the ice had done some real damage,” Ellen sighs. “Turns out, all you needed were painkillers to go completely off the rails.” She pushes herself up from the chair with a smirk. “I’m getting a coffee. You two lovebirds enjoy this little moment.”

She barely makes it two steps before Jack’s entire face lights up.

“WAIT.”

You both jump.

Jack gasps dramatically. “WHERE IS LUKE?!”

You and Ellen share a confused look. “Jack, you’re not at home, darling. You’re in the hospital. Luke’s with the team, playing.”

Ellen pinches the bridge of her nose. “These drugs are brutal, Y/N. He’s completely lost it.”

Jack squeezes your hand, looking so heartbreakingly lost that you almost feel bad for laughing. “But I want Luke! He’s the best roommate.” His voice is full of pure, unfiltered adoration. “And he’s so smart. Like, genius-level math smart. He knows how to do derivatives, baby. I don’t even know how to spell that. And his hair? So curly. So perfect. It’s—” He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s unfair.”

You and Ellen barely manage to hold back your laughter as Jack scowls, grumbling under his breath about “stupid, unfairly perfect genetics.”

“You’re really jealous, aren’t you, Jacky?” you tease.

Jack nods aggressively. “YES. And he’s taller than me. It’s messed up. I’m the older one. I should be the taller one.”

You smile softly. “But you love him, not right?”

Jack sighs. “So much.” His lip wobbles slightly. “He’s my best friend.”

Ellen tilts her head, amused. “Quinn’s not gonna like that, Jack.”

Jack gasps, eyes wide with panic. “Ohh, don’t tell Quinn that, Mom!” Then he turns to you. “Babe, Quinn is so cool.”

You bite back a laugh. “I know, sweetheart. I met him.”

Jack nods with absolute conviction. “No, no, you don’t understand. He’s not just smart—he’s brilliant. Emotional intelligence, problem-solving, all that deep, psychological stuff. And he can cook.” Jack’s eyes widen as if this is the most shocking revelation of all. “Like, really cook. Not just toast or eggs—actual meals. And don’t even get me started on his skating. He’s the smoothest, fastest, most effortless skater I’ve ever seen. It’s like he was born on the ice.”

Ellen arches her brow. “Best skater, huh?”

Jack looks deeply offended. “Mom. I’m serious. And you know he’s the best swimmer.”

You blink. “What?” You are seriously confused now.

Jack nods solemnly. “Like, if hockey wasn’t his thing? He’d go Olympic mode.”

Ellen sighs. “Jack, Quinn swims, like, twice a year.”

Jack gasps. “Lies! Mom, you don’t even know your own son. Shame!”

Ellen turns to you with an exaggerated sigh, giving you a knowing look. “You know, Y/N, with the way he keeps crashing all over the ice, it’s only a matter of time before he ends up permanently concussed. So… be prepared.”

Jack pouts. “Mom! I don’t even fall that much. That was so mean.”

Then, suddenly, he grips your hand tighter, eyes shining. “Babe, can we get a dog?”

Ellen groans. “Not this again.”

Jack gasps dramatically. “Mom, I don’t live with you anymore. I’m an adult. This is a decision between me and my partner.” He turns to you, nodding with conviction. “Two golden retrievers. And I’ll teach them to play hockey.”

Ellen pulls out her phone. “I cannot wait to tell Jim, Luke, and Quinn about all of this.”

Jack gasps. “Mom, no—”

“Oh, yes,” Ellen smirks.

Jack pouts, turning to you, desperate. “Babe, you won’t let them make fun of me, right?”

You just grin, brushing your fingers over his cheek. “I don’t know, Jacky. You did just deny our entire relationship.”

Jack’s face falls. “Oh my God. Are we still together?”

You burst into hysterical laughter.

Ellen sighs dramatically. “I’m so leaving,” she says, heading toward the door.

Jack lets out a contented sigh, sinking deeper into his pillow, his eyes locking with yours as he gazes at you with an overwhelming sense of love. "But this is amazing news," he says softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "Because one day, I'm going to marry you."

Your heart melts. “Oh, baby…”

Ellen pauses at the door, looking back at the two of you. “You know what? You should have your wedding in Michigan. The lake house would be the perfect spot for it.”

Jack’s eyes light up, and he looks at you with excitement. “Yes! And Luke can be my best man. Quinn can be yours. So they won’t fight. He loves you like a little sister anyway. You’ll be beautiful in your dress. And I’ll cry at the altar the moment I see you.”

Ellen rolls her eyes dramatically, just like Jack usually does, but the smile on her lips betrays the amusement she’s trying to hide as she exits the room.

You groan, dropping your head onto Jack’s shoulder as your heart swells with happiness. "Just so you know, I’ll hold you to that promise once you’re finally clean from the drugs."

Jack just grins, his eyes fluttering closed, as he drifts back to sleep, completely at peace with the world.

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cherry-pop-elf · 7 months ago

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New Chapter

Anya x Reader

Can be read as platonic because we all want the best for her

SUM: Anya gets an abortion so you and the rest of the crew wait for her. You were the first one, however, to see her after surgery. Also because fuck you, abortion rights

Warnings: Abortion, sexual assault, jimmy, medical situations, abortion rights, domestic happy family

“How long is it gonna take?” Daisuke asked, as he was worried but also excited. Excited for Anya to feel better. Worried for well….Not like he’s had the best reactions to medical situations. Example A being Curly in the wheelchair next to him.

Curly was doing so much better now that he was actually on the planet again. The doctors were still jaw dropped that Anya was able to keep him alive with so little. Was not only a testimony to how she refused for him to die, but him refusing to leave his crew behind as well. It’s still a long journey ahead, but he was in clean bandages and clothes at least. Was even able to talk again. Sorta. Rather raspy but he will get there.

Jeez where to start on how you all got here to begin with.

“She’s going to be fine. Abortion is way less invasive than you think. It really depends on how far along, but luckily she isn’t too far for it to be to extreme. Not sure what type she went for, but whatever she chose she chooses. Just grateful we were able to return home before she reached to far along.” You would admit, as you would check up on Curly’s IV bag for him. Taking over Anya’s roll until she could return.

“Ya know….My wife had an abortion.” Swansea said, and it made all of you look over to him in pure surprise.

“What’s the funny look for? Ya think I’m a freak that would refuse my wife that? She needed it! The kid just….It ain’t my place, but the kid just wasn’t gonna survive. Either she carried it to term and die with em, or she just skips the heart ache. Not like it was her fault. We got two healthy girls at the end of the day. We got em because she got rid of that fucked up one.” He explained, as Daisuke seemed wide eyed in respect.

Explains why he snapped more clearly.

Anya had explained to Swansea what had happened, and before you pre Daisuke knew it Jimmy’s head was sliced off and rolling across the kitchen floor. Poor Suke threw up all over you from the sight, and shock. Then threw up again when he learned why he did such a thing. Lots of puking and crying. Fitting.

“Glad that damn company is dead. Whose wise idea was it to have a single woman surrounded by men. No offense you two-“ Curly would wheeze, before you would help him take his medication. Sure is easier to take pills when you actually give him water and take it slow. No choking or crying.

“Thats a can of worms I don’t want us to talk about.” Swansea would scoff. As a father to two girls he had a lot of things to say. Daisuke would be willing to listen, sure, but honestly you all had enough emotional fatigue to last multiple life times.

Thank god Curly was so high up on the food chain at the company. They knew they would get into more hot water if their, once, top captain suddenly vanished. Wouldn’t make their bankruptcy any smoother. For once they did the right thing and sent Simeon to save them.

Funny. A capitalist corporate organization took responsibility for their actions. For the right reasons? No. But they still took it. Strange. Isn’t it?

“Is she done yet?” Daisuke would whine, as you laughed at his childish nature. As if waiting on a sister to get out of the dentists office. You found it rather endearing honestly. That despite it all he was still having a heart full of love and excitement.

“Go play on your toy.” Swansea would grumble, as Suke whined. Regardless he would pull out his game boy. A nice excuse to play video games with out any guilt on wasting his time. Enjoying life shouldn’t be a burden.

“Need anything, Curly?” You would ask him, since you planned on going to the bathroom. Yeah Swansea and Daisuke could handle him, but you still wanted to be polite. Maybe you could grab him something from the vending machines. Maybe a soda. Some sugar in his system would do him good. Anya said that sugary bubble water of some kind, like sprite, can help quite a lot with indigestion.

“I should be fine. Thank you for asking though. Sorry you have to…” He would admit, as he looked himself over. His missing limbs now properly covered up with fabric to keep them clean, and allow him some kind of independence. The fabric on the stumps were padded. With enough practice and effort he would certainly be able to roll himself around.

Then again this was a world of space travel. He was going to get cyborged eventually, but you need to be healed first before such an intense operation. Can’t rush something like this.

“Hey. I do it because I can. Not because I have to. You are our captain. Let me be a good solider.” You teased him, and even in his broken face you could see a smile.

Swansea have you a head nod to indicate he would ‘take care of the boys’ and you were off to use the restroom.

Once done with that you would grab a soda from the vending machine for Curly, a bag of candy for Daisuke, and some pretzels for Swansea. As you were making your way back a nurse would motion you over.

“Miss Anya was asking for you. She has finished her operation, and wanted you to see her.”

You were surprised at that. You expected Curly to be her first guest. Did something go wrong? Oh you couldn’t help but freak out.

You followed after the nurse quickly, and all you were shown was Anya resting in her hospital bed. Tired, but relieved. Mostly. You saw that familiar stress in her eyes. That same stress she had when asking you if she made the right choice in asking Jimmy for help with medicating Curly.

That worry of if I did the right thing.

The nurse would leave you to alone, and you would quickly set the snacks aside. Now you were sitting next to her, in a chair, and holding her hand. Ready to be the shoulder she needed.

“Hey there Doc. How you doing?” You asked her, as you carefully stroked the back of her hand. Made sure to be mindful of all the tubes and wires.

“Well….It went far smoother than I expected. It was just so quick. They didn’t even need to put me under. The IV is more so for the issues I already had because of being stranded on the ship for so long. It was just so quick. So painless. Was just like pulling a thorn out of an arm. It was….Simple.” She would try and explain to you. Needing to make sure to stop herself before using doctor jargon.

“Too easy?” You puzzled.

“Yes. It was just….I expected pain. Pain and anxiety and horror. Suppose even a nurse can come to learn a thing or two…..”

She was hiding something, and you had an educated guess on what.

“You expected Jimmy to break down the door. Weren’t you?”

There was silence, but it told you everything.

“Scoot over. Move it sister-“ You were now crawling into the medical bed with her, moving the wires around, and soon snuggled into her side. Hugging her close, and especially with your arm over her stomach.

“You did the right thing. It’s your body at the end of it all. You took responsibility of taking care of yourself. You wouldn’t have been able to live a proper life. You went to med school. You don’t need me to tell you the horrors of pregnancy and birth. That alone is terrifying. But also you simply not wanting to be pregnant is enough. Ain’t no Jimmy’s gonna storm in and say otherwise.” You huffed, as she smiled. Her head leaning into yours.

“Yeah….No more Jimmy’s. Pretty sure Swansea will make sure of that.” She did her best to joke, and you were proud of her for it. This whole ordeal was hell. Hell none of you will ever truly walk away from. But that’s ok. You all had each other to lean on.

“I think I’m ready for everyone now.” Anya would whisper, as you gave her hand a squeeze. You were so proud of her. This was all such a nightmare, but she’s taking it in stride.

“Hell yeah.” You agreed, before climbing out of the bed. You made sure to grab the snacks, and exited the hospital room.

“Come on guys-! Anya is waiting on you-!” You shameless shouted outside of the room. She couldn’t help her face palm. Daisuke sure was an influence on you.

“I wanna push Curly!”

“Like hell you are-!”

They would bicker away, before Curly said ‘fuck it’ and did his best to roll himself over. He sure was a stubborn one. Made it half way before you figured that was enough work out for one person.

“Pretty far! Getting better at it-!” You encouraged, as the two men realized how far Curly rolled off on before finally following you two into Anya’s room.

“HAPPY NO BIRTH-DAY!” Daisuke would cheer, as Anya shook her head at such a joke.

“God dammit kid-“ Swansea side, before he came over to Anya. Giving her head a kiss. Just comforting her much like a father would.

“How many of us need to be in medical beds?” Curly would give a raspy snort, as Anya reached her hand out. He would lean his head over, and she would give it a stroke. As if all his hair never burned off. A means of holding his hand, in a way, compared to just grasping a limb.

She didn’t need children.

She had all of you.

What else could a woman want?

Since you were willing to read through this story to the end, and get a nice in depth look on the importance of such why not donate to some organizations? : D

Planned Parenthood

Nation Network For Abortion Funds

National Abortion Federation

The Bridge Alliance

The Satanic Temple

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No worry on donating. Spreading awareness and signing petitions still help! The more people learn and understand the better! Could also like reblog with other organizations or petitions!

Abortion is healthcare!

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 3 months ago

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❝ Oh, I need to hold you close❞

warnings: monster fucking, knots, pack dynamics, scenting, territorial behaviour, d. penetration, anal sex, scarification, biting, brief mention of a piss kink (but in a joking way), unapologetically possessive, borderline manipulative (r! and the yanderes), mentions of breeding, unnatural amounts of cum, violence, mentions of animal death, body horror (werewolf transformations), AFAB terminology used (clit referred to as cock/dick)

authors note: Oh my god, I'm so sorry this was posted so late. I had an impromptu, volatile, family trip the week of Valentine's and it totally threw off the schedule but the pack is finally here!!! I hope you all love the boys as much as I do! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Listening to ▸ One More Night by Chris Grey / Want You So Bad by The Vaccines / Cherry Coloured Funk by Cocteau Twins Posted two-weeks earlier here ▸ [ Patreon ]

Ilya decides early on that you don’t need to work. Murmuring to your skin, you could just live like animals with him in a cabin somewhere. He’d plough the lands to make it fertile — his blunt words and sharp grin never failed to make you shove his face away at his obvious innuendos. It was a desire he had within him that you understand but wouldn’t humour.

As much as you hated this capitalist society — society, you mumbled to yourself in a mocking hiss — you enjoyed the little luxuries your job afforded you. It felt good making your own money, even if it came at the cost of dealing with the general public.

After all, it would only take a few hours, and then you’d drive back to your home at the edge of the town to home, or he’d unceremoniously arrive in his truck, with Keaton waving cheerfully your way as he hopped down from the back. His gummy grin, with those fangs poking his lower lip, instantly tugged the corners of your lips up. The younger man wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in his usual greeting.

“Keaton,” Your little groan made him laugh boisterously. He hitched you up higher, curling his arm under your ass with a victorious ‘whoop!’ that forces you to purse your lips together as a way to not encourage him further.

Ilya would watch with that smug canine-like grin from where he was sitting, draping an elbow out the window and calling out for you with his voice dripping with confidence.

“My coworkers are starting to think you guys are recruiting me into a woodland cult, you know that right?” You said with a pointed tone, one brow raised to prove your point.

Keaton bounces you, which makes you yelp. Wrapping your arms around his fluffy head of hair also makes him yelp. Ilya simply chuckles at the humorous sight. Even with supernatural strength, Keaton was chronically clumsy.

“We make a pretty shit cult!” Ilya tilts his head down as he yells, his dark shades sliding down his nose bridge slightly while your nosy coworkers either turn their gazes away from the parking lot or hurry to their car. Small town, it couldn’t be helped. Most of their entertainment comes from hot gossip and your queer relationship with four men was irrevocably the hottest gossip they’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

“Ilya!” You scold whilst still trying to crunch your stomach, Keaton balancing you on his shoulder. “You’re an ass, I’m gonna have to talk to them tomorrow!”

Keaton finally places you on the hood of the truck, hiding his sigh of relief as he boxes you in with his hands. His puffy monolids earn him a concerned stroke over those pretty brown eyes from you. “You didn’t come home last night, you didn’t get into too much trouble, right?”

Keaton was the youngest in your pack, polycule, the menagerie of men that had found themselves attached to you. He worked hard to prove himself worthy to you and others even though he didn’t need to.

He grins coyly, nuzzling his nose into your palm sweetly to reassure you. “Nothing your boy couldn’t handle, sweetheart,” You crinkle your nose at his flirtatious tone, that damn English accent of his never failing to make heat rush to your face. It wasn’t fair that he knew this fact.

What with him being a werewolf and all —

“His ass is hot enough as it is, Keaton. Let’s not burn it on the hood.”

Ilya brushes the long framing pieces of his pale gold hair back, a pinkish, healed, scar that ran down his right eye peeking out from the top and bottom of his shades. Your thumb brushes over Keaton’s right jaw, how the scar dips into his cheeks a bit. Matching scars. Sweet, wasn’t it?

You succumb to Keaton’s manhandling as he picks you up and places you on the passenger side, squeezing you between himself and Ilya.

“Harley’s making dinner,” Keaton informs as he rolls down the windows. You lean back, kneading into your neck. “What’s the occasion?”

Ilya gasps dramatically, pushing his glasses up to rest them on his head. He turns his head, ignoring the road ahead. “You forgot what today is? Of all days?”

Keeping up with four birthdays was a hassle, but you’re certain that today wasn't any of their birth anniversaries—as Keaton likes to call them—so you simply turn his scruffy chin forward while you think.

“I’m heartbroken,” Ilya continues while Keaton chuckles softly. “We’ve prepared so much for you.”

“Was today a busy day?” Keaton asks, placing his elbow on the window ledge with a brow raised. “You didn’t notice the decorations?”

Both of them guffaw as you furrow your brows in thought. Today was rather busy and you found yourself focusing on tasks rather than the decorations. But you remembered the smell of bouquets and the little heart motifs scattered around and you gasped softly.

“I can’t believe you forgot about Valentine's Day,” Keaton laughs through his words. “You’d think that as a guy dating four other men…”

“Our sweetheart here is as cruel as he is beautiful, Keaton,” laments Ilya. The breeze flowing through now smelled of pine and wood the further you went. The trees now grew taller as the path continued to become more winding.

“Hey, I was busy!” You huffed defensively, lightly squirming against Keaton’s hold when he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I’m sorry I’m not running around the woods naked, hunting venison. I provide for my four housewives with streaming services and wi-fi.”

Ilya laughs just as he breaks the monotonous drive with a smooth turn to a down path. The ride is bumpy but Keaton simply holds you close. Your home is an older house. Its skeleton is sturdy, with signs of care and improvement plastered here and there. The warm wood tones and stone gave it a much cosier feel, with Harley’s abundance of plants hanging down and planted in large pots. Ilya’s garage was detached off to the side, and messes were strewn about in controlled chaos that no one dared to disturb in case it disrupted Ilya’s flow.

The newest addition to the side of the home was a sunroom for Harley and Pearl to make their own. Bags of dirt and freshly potted plants were in one corner while the other had a large table covered in paint and brushes. The gravel crunched under the weight of the truck and you spotted Harley’s blurry figure behind the patchwork frosted-and-stained glass windows as he made his way to the front door. When he smiles, the scar down his lip stretches, and you press a loving kiss over it just as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“Happy Valentine's Day, baby.” Your words instantly soften his eyes, gently squeezing you closer to his soft front as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

“That’s unfair!” Keaton gawks, coming to Harley’s side and only quieting down into a playful glare when he’s bestowed a loving kiss on his temple. “He forgot today’s Valentine’s Day until Ilya and I told him. You cheater,” You stick your tongue out at Keaton and he returns it whilst Ilya and Harley share a warm kiss.

The day’s exhaustion was slowly seeping out of you as your mates surrounded you, but you were still missing one more.“He’s been missing you, bad” Harley takes a soft tone and the worried scrunch of your brows makes him poke the little wrinkle which made you chuckle — Harley patted your backside as you slipped past him to make your way towards your precious Pearl.

You hear his desperate whines through the door of the den, calling out his name softly as you creak open the French doors. Pearl peeked his head out from the mess of duvets, scented clothes, and pillows. His hair messily flowing over his shoulder as he straightens up into a kneeling position, the padded chain on his ankles clinking as he attempts to inch closer to you.

He appeared feverish but still wholly there. You offer a kind smile, kneeling and pressing a kiss to the scar across his nose — the length of which was the space between his eyes — and threading your fingers through his hair to massage at the base of his skull. His eyes flutter close, leaning onto you and sighing in contentment as he breathes you in.

“Keaton was yelling, ‘bout what?” Pearl whispers. You stifle a chuckle, focusing on working your fingers on him and easing him as much as you can.

“I forgot about Valentine’s Day. He reminded me, so I wished Harley a Happy V-Day at the door and K called me a cheater.” You feel his lips stretch into a wide smile, his teeth lightly brushed against your jaw as he embraces you.

“I think I’m just an opportunistic hunter, not a cheater,” Pearl hums his agreement as he noses at your neck. You close your eyes, working your touch to his face to brush over the raised scar — the action makes him shiver but he doesn’t ask you to stop.

“Your rut’s comin’ in hot, huh?”

“Harley’s been helping, but I just really missed you today.”

It was romantic that Pearl’s rut was coming on today of all days, which made it a bit more special. Not that any of you needed to be convinced to help the other out in their time of need, in more ways than just sexual, but you suppose you understand why they — Ilya and Keaton — were being whiny about your forgetfulness.

Ilya makes his presence known with his deliberate footsteps, waiting for Pearl’s tense shoulders to lower before he makes his way inside. Pearl greets him with a crackly rumble of his throat that Ilya returns.

“Harley’s made dinner. Let’s wash up, mh?”

You can’t help the rush of excitement that washes over your body at Ilya’s purr and neither can Pearl. He stands up, the thick blanket over his shoulder the only thing keeping his bits away from view. Ilya’s the tallest in your pack, towering over most people and intimidating them with his sharp grin and gleaming blue eyes — it doesn’t help that he’s pretty well-built. Wolf shifters, werewolves, lycans — whatever you wish to call them — built muscles better than the average human and Ilya was a fine example of such.

Pearl intimidated others with his height as well. Despite his thinner frame and long hair, his height and the scar across his pretty face could be a terrifying combo to others when he’s looming over your shoulder with his green eyes darkened. Ilya finds Pearl adorable despite his tendency to make people piss in their pants from his wide-eyed glare though. Joking it was the reason he fell for him when he met the two of you for the first time.

The blonde wrapped his arms around the feverish Pearl and motioned for you to follow them to the bathroom. You reminisce about how all of you came to be.

Pearl had been your childhood friend. He’d always been the quiet kid, preferring to keep to himself and despising when the classroom got too loud or noisy. You felt protective of him then and he adored you for doing so — he never mentioned how tough his home life was when you were little, and his supernatural healing never left much scars anyway, but having you share your toys with him or quietly sitting next to him during recess was always a soothing balm to the abuse that awaited him behind closed door.

He’d been so protective of you. In his own way. Quietly watching your window at night, his ears pointed forward in alert at every little noise that came from your room. Memorizing the smell of your clothes, your unique scent, the soap you used, the shampoo, the cologne — but nothing compared to seeing you laugh. The crinkle in your nose, the smile lines on your cheeks, seeing your gums and your lips spread open while you throw your head back. Pearl swears nothing compared to that.

So when Ilya came to your town, with his bike and blonde buzzcut and annoyingly seductive accent, Pearl felt his hackles rise. Humans had an instinct, something inside them that sent prickles of goose flesh across their skin when they met eyes with people like Pearl. From the dark ages maybe. A survival trait they kept within their DNA, generations of terror woven into their bloodlines.

Ilya wasn’t a human and that frustrated Pearl. Because suddenly, he couldn’t use his intimidation tactics anymore. Ilya and him were on the same level and Pearl couldn’t sleep for nights as he insisted on sleepovers at yours, making a weepy story about his father drinking again.

It didn’t annoy Ilya to smell Pearl’s scent all over you. That cool confidence he had when he’d land his shoulder on your locker and smile down at you made Pearl leave claw marks on his textbooks, his claws puncturing through the thick cover when Ilya made eye contact with him from across the hall.

In truth, Pearl wasn’t the only one feeling troubled with Ilya’s presence. You did as well. Feeling some odd guilt when Ilya convinces you to stay in his garage for longer, or being under his arm and getting flustered when you were sure you’d been forming a crush on Pearl.

Ilya on the other hand?

He was loving every second. Your conflicted expressions. The ‘will he or will he not’s?’ moments between you made him feel giddy. You seemed so guilt-ridden as if he was a guilty pleasure.

And Pearl’s frustration and anger? It was like an aphrodisiac. Finding a pack after moving away from his previous one with just his mother and little sister was tough — Pearl’s family weren’t exactly tolerant to those with, as they had put it, fucked up accents. It was malicious at first, screwing with Pearl’s favourite little human, but then…

Pinning him down, chunks of dirt flew up into the air as they wrestled and bit at each other. Bits of fur and spit flying around, blood painting the ground, their breaths puffing up into the cold air that night. Pearl’s dark coat shone with crimson, his claws slashing down at Ilya’s cheek and splitting his skin apart — god, it was so hot seeing him so angry.

Pearl escaped beneath him, panting as he watched him shed his skin to his human one. Naked, bruised, battered, bleeding — licking the blood away from his lips as he openly eyed Pearl.

The scar that ran down his right eye bleeding heavily just like the scar across Pearl’s nose.

Ilya had never considered himself as monogamous. His version of love was as wild as he was. He despised those who cheated though, and if his partner had been monogamous, he’d respected it and be content; though, as he helped Pearl and you in the shower, with Harley and Keaton setting up for dinner, he was right where he needed to be.

Ilya helps Pearl with washing his waist-length hair, admiring him and you as the water cascades down your bodies. When he presses close, Pearl lets out a snort at the feeling of Ilya’s hard-on to his ass.

“Am I the one in a rut or are you?” Ilya presses his tongue to Pearl’s neck, growling playfully as he presses closer. You laugh when shampoo lands on his tongue and the tall blonde wretches, hacking and tilting his tongue towards the shower to wash it off.

Harley doesn’t ask what happens when he steps inside, simply ignoring Ilya choking on the water as he places some towels on the counter. You coo out your thanks between the giggles and he reaches in to place a kiss on your lips and Pearls as well.

Harley and Keaton had come together in a package. Stumbling into your territory by complete accident during a full moon, meeting the wrath of a protective Pearl and Ilya because they’d been watching you soak in the moonlight naked as the day you were born.

The scar on Harley’s lips and Keaton’s jaw — it healed just fine at first. Until they got closer to your pack and heard Ilya’s romantic retelling of their scars seemed to convince Keaton that he needed to reopen it. To mark himself with something to remind themselves of the first time they met all of you, Harley didn’t seem convinced at first until he had you sat on his lap with a wolf shifter’s claw in one hand, fashioned into a dagger.

‘Who did that come from?” he asked. You smile at him, leaning in until he can feel your eyelashes brush along his temple. “Ilya broke it during your fight. I was so scared watching the both of you fight, the growling, the ripping.”

Harley gulped thickly, his heart racing as he remembered that first encounter. You place your hand over his chest, his senses were so heightened at that moment he swore he heard the friction of your palm against his curly chest hair.

“I had the best sex of my life that night,” Harley squirms when you giggle into his ear. “Keaton said you fucked him through the mattress that night too.”

Being a human honestly didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. You had these men on your damn leash and that wasn’t some secret. It was truly all your doing — Pearl’s stalking, Ilya’s desire to have you stay at home with them, Harley’s constant doting, Keaton’s need to impress you.

In truth, despite your playful teases and chidings, you adored the love they showed you—even the more intense sides.

Why would you change their nature? When you go into a den of wolves, did you expect them to not use their fangs and claws?

This was how love had always been. Pearl’s breath on your bare neck while you sleep. Ilya’s claws poke at the flesh of your waist when he notices eyes on you. Harley’s growl against your shoulder when he smells someone else on you. Keaton’s fangs threaten to pierce your thigh when he has your legs over his shoulder in an alleyway after someone was being ‘too nice’ to you.

Harley had prepared some spicy vodka pasta with some chicken, something that made Pearl sway excitedly in his seat as he took bite after bite. Idle chatter was shared, Keaton complaining about your forgetfulness and slyness while Ilya mentioned getting to repair some old man’s precious bike after warming up to him at the bar.

“I was out all night to make sure no one crashes our party later,” Keaton admits with a proud smirk. You can imagine him and his grey coat, getting on his strong hind legs to smell the shifts in the air then going on all fours again — a streak of silver between the tall trees in the night.

“That’s a cute way of saying you pissed marked our land,” Your teasing makes Harley and Pearl roll their eyes. Ilya laughs, covering his mouth while Keaton flares his nostrils at you in a huff. “You’re totally askin’ for it, aren’t ya’?”

“I’m just saying!” You chuckle as you raise your hands, “It’s cute!”

“It’s not supposed to be! I’m keeping intruders away, bears and all that!”

“Keaton, honey, can we not talk about your piss during dinner?” Pearly politely interjects.

“Wha — why not!?”

Ilya purrs, swallowing his food to add more to the conversation until Harley disrupts his plans by shoving more pasta in his mouth.

A night walk after dinner was the perfect way to begin your party. Your mates had gone ahead first, nuzzling your cheek sweetly as they shed their human skin. The sounds of their bones breaking and muscles tearing apart, the heat radiating from their rapid growth and change, made the night air much more bearable. The gore that was leftover stained your bare feet, but Ilya sweetly licked it away, pressing his nose to your stomach and pleading silently for your touch through his fur.

Your skin was like cool river water, soothing his too-hot skin as it slowly adjusted to the environment. Keaton bumps into him, impatient as his tail thumps into the ground and he presses his snout to your shoulder, towering over you as he uses his two hind paws legs to stand on. Harley’s large hands press to your waist, his claws carefully hovering as he nudges your palm to his snout.

They were terrifying beasts of legend. Even on all fours, they were nearly as tall as horses, and when they stood up on their legs they easily dwarfed even the tallest man. Their claws could easily disembowel you and their fangs could puncture through your skull with no effort. Hell, if Keaton was careless enough, he could fracture your ribs just by thwacking his tail to your chest.

The stench of iron and heated flesh should scare you if the sight of their transformation didn’t, but you’d grown so desensitized to it. You admired the sight, the smell, the feeling of their strong muscles underneath your hand as they overwhelmed you with affection.

Pearl approaches you from behind, his breath making your hair sway as his large tongue licks at your neck. You cradle his bottom jaw, feeling the blunt teeth he has with no fear despite knowing how easily he could just snap your fingers off. He whines, feeling you inspect his maw so casually — letting him taste you when he was already so pent up.

Neither did that thin white shirt you have on. Whenever you moved, the ends of it swayed enticingly across the tops of your bare thighs and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than bury himself between them.

You push his mouth away, detaching yourself from the four of them. Walking backwards, feeling their blood on the dirt, watching them watching you; how their eyes glowed in the dark when a cloud momentarily hid the moon away from such a frightening scene. They don’t move but every muscle seemed ready for a chase.

You tease them by baring your teeth in that devilish grin, each step away from them coy and playful. You’re getting too far — Pearl takes a step forward and you freeze just as they all do. Harley’s low growl sends shivers down your spine, he licks at his teeth, taking a step as well which Ilya follows.

It’s Keaton’s impatience that starts the chase.

He takes one, then two, three and by the fourth you’ve turned around and began running.

These woods, your woods, were familiar to you. You knew every nook and cranny, running in the dark didn’t scare you anymore. Even with four werewolves hunting you down. You could hear them, barking and howling as they rushed towards you.

You use your size to your advantage. Ducking and weaving through the branches and trees. Ilya’s bulky size falters with every sharp turn and Harley’s not faring any better. The branches cut into your skin, further enticing them as you laugh breathlessly.

The light breaching from the treetops was swaying, something only Pearl often did when he’d jump from tree to tree to try and pin you down. He wasn’t usually so impatient but it was fine. He’d been waiting all day for this, his rut now fully overtaking him as he zeroed in on you.

You break through the trees into a familiar clearing. A snarl rips through the pounding in your ears and you see them. Four monstrous wolves surrounded you, their tongues lolled out as they panted and panted. Breathing in your scent greedily while you watched them get closer and closer and closer.

Pearl’s large paw covers the entirety of your chest. The claw of his pointer finger poking your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to make you suck in a breath. Their skin was rough, they had to be considering how they moved around under the moonlight — hunting to provide for you and protecting you from other supernaturals.

It’s hard to kiss when they’re shifted. But you can tell he wants to. Those green eyes are so overcome with choices and needs as he takes in the sight of you. The breeze that flutters by makes you shiver, so Pearl grabs you by the waist to pull you in.

“I want to tear you apart,” his voice is barely human. Every word was a snarl, but underlying is unmistakably your Pearl. You feel through his fur, suppressing your grin as you spot his tail beginning to sway from side to side.

“Are you asking or telling me?”

You’re on your back. The soft grass and undergrowth cushion you further as Pearl hovers above you, his size completely dwarfing the night sky. Hiding you away from the heavens, keeping you safe from whatever deity that watched on. No, they wouldn’t be able to see you — they didn’t deserve to see you like this. They weren’t Ilya, or Harley, or Keaton. The angels hadn’t proved their devotion to you, not like they had.

Harley approaches with his russet brown fur and gold eyes beckoning for your attention. Pearl pays him no mind as he focuses on your thin white shirt. He tears through it, further exposing your body to him. You gasp, feeling the raised welts he’d left stinging so he leans down to lick at it, keeping it warm from the cold night air. His tongue made you inhale sharply, warmth spreading throughout your entire body as he dragged it down your sternum to your navel and finally to his warm cunt.

Harley watches Pearl, bringing your head to his stomach to lie on. You know he’s just being cautious — Pearl was in a rut; he could get impatient. You weren’t a werewolf with supernatural healing, if he was too rushed, he could hurt you. You send Harley a sheepish grin but your face quickly melts into pleasure as Pearl’s warm tongue slips inside of you. The visual would terrify anyone. This beast with his deadly mouth over your sex, his sharp claws digging into the plush of your thighs while his fangs hover too close. But this was pure heaven to you — this image might as well be painted onto chapel walls.

You moan out his name, digging your shoulders involuntarily into Harley as he laps and fucks your hole. Your taste overtakes his muddled senses, just as your scent does. The moonlight on your bare skin with Harley keeping you comfortable and warm — his hard-on peaking through his sheath. Pearl can hear Keaton’s pants as he circles, the grey wolf keeping his head low as he waits for his turn.

While Ilya was simply watching on. He always did love to watch — kinky fuck.

Pearl imagines Ilya laughing at his insult and how sweet your laughter would be when you join in, then Harley and Keaton. A symphony that Pearl still can’t believe he’s allowed to hear or participate in.

You arch your back when he brushes his fangs on your cock, something he reprimands by digging his claws into your flesh. Your blood is an aphrodisiac that Keaton can’t resist. He draws close to your side, whining as he tries to lick it away. The sound Pearl’s jaw makes when he snaps at him makes you flinch, so Harley licks at your neck. His chest rumbles soothingly to keep you calm.

“Keaton, wait,” Harley reminds. He whines again, laying his head on your chest. Pinning you down. It’s hard to do much in this form without risking an injury to you and Keaton’s not known for his patience so you call out to him, voice breaking as Pearl continues to pay close attention to your twitching and raising cock.

“I can suck you off, baby.”

Keaton’s cock had fully come out of his sheath the second Pearl had laid you on the ground. It twitched against his stomach. The thick member gleaming with pre as he positions himself to your side. It’s a bit awkward considering this anatomy wasn’t meant to be kneeled like this, but he doesn’t complain — not when you press your pillowy lips to his leaking tip and look up at him so sweetly.

“You brat,” Harley chides though he doesn’t mean it. Keaton was the youngest, a fact he often used to his advantage to get his way. Keaton just focuses on you, his smug energy being felt even with no grin or smirk.

Watching you take monster cock was a sight only for them. They imprint it into their memories. Your lips struggling to wrap around it, cheeks desperately sucked in as you breathe through your nose. That determined look in your eyes as you bob your head — you took in their human cocks like a champ, you weren’t going to let a little transformation stop you from doing the same when they’ve turned.

Keaton ruts his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You pull away with a lewd pwah sound, panting raggedly as Pearl brings you to your first orgasm of the night. You don’t even get to warn him before you moan out for him once again, ripping out a handful of grass from the dirt as you cum.

Pearl pulls away, licking his mouth. But he wasn’t satisfied. His cock hung heavy between his legs, bright red and angry as he climbs back on top of you. He lets Keaton lick at the remnants of you on his snout while he nudges his tip against you. He ruts and ruts, grunting and growling as he feels you.

You whine softly, keeping Keaton’s cock happy with your hand while you hungrily stare at his dick rubbing against your cunt.

“Yuh - you said you were going to tear me apart,” you whimper out. “Ruin me already.”

“Fuck.”

His cock applies pressure, but your cunt won’t give in. It frustrates the both of you. You reach a hand down to spread yourself for him, whispering pleas for him to try again so he does. The tip of his dick presses in and the pressure makes you chew on your bottom lip. Harley’s chest rumbles again while Keaton teases at your chest with his large hands. Rubbing a bit of dirt onto you — tainting you further.

“Doing so good for us, yeah? Taking in Pearl’s thick fucking cock like a champ. Yeah, c’mon, we know you can do it,” Harley reminds you to breathe and finally Pearl’s tip pops inside, something that makes you squirm. He stills, despite his instincts yelling at him to keep pushing in — Pearl stills. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he can’t.

But when he looks down at you and sees your wet eyes and wetter cunt, he feels his self-restraint escaping him. Your body was at a cross between pushing him out or keeping him in, pulsing around the sensitive cockhead but you had made up your mind.

“Muh -More, more, fuck — more, please.”

So good for them. You were made for monster cocks. Made just for them to fuck, to use, to ruin, to tear apart.

Pearl snarls, gripping at your waist with both hands and pushes in. You groan deep in your throat, eyes rolling back as his dick splits you apart. His girth was making your head spin, the more he pushed in the emptier your brain got.

“Halfway in,” Keaton grumbles out, “C’mon baby, you got it.”

Pearl angles your hips, adjusting you as if you were some toy, then gives you a few shallow thrusts. It makes you squeal, dirt digging under your nails as sweat slides down your neck.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ilya’s voice makes you whimper. The white wolf nips at Pearl’s arms, immediately making him loosen his bruising grip. “You’re pushing Pearl out. You want his cock, right?”

You nod, weak little ‘mhm’s’ coming from your chewed-up lips.

“You don’t wanna be empty anymore, right?”

“No, never again. Want all of you inside, all of you.”

Harley chuckles at that while Keaton sympathizes with you, nudging his snout to your cheek sweetly.

“Focus on taking his dick first, greedy little thing,” Ilya coos.

Pearl slides more of himself in. Letting your body adjust and when he finally bottoms out, you’re convinced nothing could compare to this. This fullness, being this complete. Pearl strokes over the bulge in your stomach with his thumb, gently pressing down and laughing breathlessly when you mewl.

“Fuh - fuck, you’re — I can only feel your cock.”

Pearl’s changing the shape of your insides. His cock pulsing desperately and then, warmth floods you. You shudder, squirming again in alarm while he’s trembling above you. You can feel his cum leak out of you while he can feel just how much warmer it makes you.

You’re not disappointed at him cumming so fast, considering how his dick was still as stiff as a metal pole —

He drags his cock out, and the obscene noise your boypussy makes earns a happy thump of Keaton’s tail against the ground. The emptiness you feel is short-lived, but you still manage to sob out that you need him inside again, to which he happily obliges.

Pearl thrusts himself back in, his knot swollen as it continues to press against you. He adjusts his stance, pushing you further up Harley’s body as he fucks you. You’re at his mercy, body going limp as he continues.

No, not just at his mercy. You can feel Harley’s cock against your shoulder, and Keaton’s on your chest.

You can’t let them go unhappy.

It was Valentine’s Day.

You’re on your hands and knees now. It was easier like this to use all parts of you. Your knees were spread, the crushed grass beneath you leaving indents of the blades of grass into your knees and palms. You can barely breathe with Harley’s cock inside of your mouth but with Keaton’s rough thrusts, you find yourself gagging and choking more than you’re sucking.

“Keaton, slow down.” Harley chuckles. “He can barely keep himself on my dick.”

Keaton whines, shaking his head and pinning his ears back as he presses his hips to your ass. It made you cough, nearly falling onto your face if it weren’t for Harley catching you.

“He feels so good,” Keaton’s accent got rougher the drunker he got. More growly as he struggles to actually speak. “Fuck, he’s so soft. So tight, shit Harls, there’s so much cum inside of him. It’s so fuckin’ gross.”

You should make an indignant retort, though you know Keaton’s just degrading you, but you’re too focused on cumming again. Keaton groans when your insides squeeze him, practically fluttering around him as you pulse and jerk until you finally manage to catch your breath.

“Fuuuuck” Keaton hitches you back, grinding you onto his cock until he finally lets out a load inside of you. You moan, legs shaking as you feel globs of cum sliding down your thighs.

“Yeah, take all of it, baby.”

Harley straightens your position, letting you lean against Harley as he nudges his cock to your hole.

“Think he’s loose enough?” Keaton shrugs a bit, giving you another roll of his hips which you can barely manage to tighten up at anymore. “Fuck yeah, he is.”

Ilya chuckles at Harley’s wagging tail. Sucking in a breath when Pearl bites into his shoulder, his cockhead once again pressing into that spot that makes Ilya’s entire body shudder.

“Ilya,” Pearl snarls out, going as hard as he can without worrying about breaking any hip bones. Ilya takes him in with ease, grunting with each thrust while his dick leaks onto the forest floor.

“Feelin’good, pretty?”

The nickname sounded odd in the moment. Werewolves weren’t pretty. But Pearl was. He’d always been, even like this — No. Especially like this. Fucking him senselessly, his rut in full effect.

“You’re so tight, Ilya.”

The white wolf simply moans in agreement, baring his neck as he watches you.

You’re being held up by Keaton, your skin shining with sweat and dirt and bits of blood while Harley nudges his cock to your half-filled entrance. You feel his stare — he’s so proud that you can still be aware enough to notice — and give him a loose grin.

What a whore.

Smiling so sweetly at him even when two cocks were pressed against you.

Pearl growls as he catches on Ilya’s stare, his dick twitching inside of him as you completely break apart at the two of them.

They didn’t even have to thrust — they couldn’t even if they wanted to – to have you squirt around their halfway in cocks. Your hips bucking and thighs twitching as you pant, gripping onto Harley’s neck desperately as your toes curl in the air.

“Shit, I can’t — Mngh! Ngh-ah! I can’t stop cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Ilya shed into his human skin, stalking close to you as you’re laid on Pearl’s front. Chest to chest as he shushes you, using his strength to easily manipulate your hips up and down his cock.

“You’re so ready for my knot, baby,” Pearl encourages.

Ilya kneels between Pearl’s legs, grabbing at the mounds of your ass before he spits at your soaked asshole. You moan, turning to look over your shoulder, watching Ilya as he licks at it. You flutter your eyes closed, simply wrapping your arms around Pearl’s neck.

“Knot me, knot me, knot me.”

Pearl grunts when Ilya tongues at his knot, teasing it just because he could. Keaton's loud yelp earns a pleased groan from you, watching as Harley fucks into him in their human form.

Ilya’s cock presses into you and you perk your ass backwards, feeling him stretch your ass out. It’s always been Ilya’s favourite — it was rare for him to fuck your boycunt, he preferred this hole, he says.

He was the only one allowed to fuck it. Your walls welcomed him in, practically greeting him in a hug, and he smiles when he feels Pearl’s cock.

“Our cocks are frotagging inside of you, sweetheart.” Ilya tells you, biting down on your earlobe with his still too-wolflike teeth. “You’re so filthy. So fucked up. You’re spilling out cum with every thrust. Can you even feel me inside of you?”

You can’t manage a reply. Making noises of agreement as your cock rubs against Pearl’s coarse fur.

“Cuh - cummin…cummin — Ah-ah” you can’t even scream anymore. Not like Keaton who tossed his head back, cock bouncing on his wet stomach, as Harley fucks him into the dirt.

Pearl’s knot slips inside, by accident, and you squeak in alarm. Ilya shushes you, helping Pearl guide you further down his knot. It’s big, fuck it’s big. Your cunt still offers some form of resistance, but it’s futile.

“There we go, that’s our boy.”

Ilya gives you rough thrusts, something that even makes Pearl moan as he can feel the movement from inside of you before he claims your insides. His cum is the only one leaking out of your ass. When it leaks down to where you’re connected with Pearl, he tries to lick it clean which earns him a smack to the face by Pearl’s tail.

“Oh- oh fuck! Harls!”

Ilya and Pearl watch the scene before them, the sound of skin slapping skin making Ilya groan.

“C’mon Harls,” Ilya purrs. “That’s it, fuck his ass. Such a good boy, eh? He deserves a load in him.”

Keaton mewls, arching his back as Harley finally cums inside of him. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge as well.

For a while, the only people talking were Ilya and Harley as they praised and licked each other clean while you laid on Pearl who refused to shift back — he refused to while you were knotted so preciously around him.

What was left of your shirt was used to wipe away sweat and cum. Your mates were so gentle as they cleaned you up, kissing up your spine and rubbing at the bruises on your waist.

“Fuck,” you groan out as your thoughts finally return to you. That warm haziness in your brain still lingers though not as strong.

“I’m never forgetting Valentine’s Day ever again.”

#s3thwrit3sstuff #male reader #reader insert #male reader insert #gay reader #male!reader #yandere x reader #poly!yandere x reader #werewolves x reader #werewolves x male reader

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thetxtdevil · 7 months ago

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Orthopedics Surgeon *TXT's Anatomy*

Doctor!Taehyun x Doctor!Reader

summary: Know it all Dr. Taehyun knows who you did last night in the on-call room. Little do you know he wants some.

content: smut, hospital setting (if you don't like anything correlating to blood and anything medical don't read), descriptions of surgery, sub/switch taehyun, switch reader (idk how I got there), nicknames are used, humping/thigh riding, hand job, classic riding, groping, condom use (yay!)

word count: 3.4k

honorable mentions: thank you @biteyoubiteme and @beomiracles for looking over this, I should kiss you for it.

“Can anyone tell me what the condition for a broken chordae tendineae is?” The cardiac surgeon asks while elbow deep in the patient’s chest cavity. The gorey scene before you was new to your young surgeon's eyes, the deep reds and pink hues, the constant rhythmic movements of the lungs and bypass of the heart was much different from a brain or an abdomen operation, and it excited you. Watching intently on what the surgeon was doing so you can replicate the techniques in your free time and even in your dreams.

The room was silent, a mixture of tired unamused faces and pale nauseous interns that didn’t answer. Either no one knows or they’re too scared to speak up, however, you raised your hand, you felt like a dork but it felt appropriate. After being ignored and given a few side glances you speak up, “Broken Heart Syndrome, sir.” You notice the surgeon faintly jolting at your voice and at the answer.

“Uhh, no,” the cardiac surgeon said strictly, “Broken Heart Syndrome is the diminishing of the cardiac muscle, the condition I was looking for was Chordae Tendineae Rupture.” Your cheeks burn red, if you weren’t sterile you would have hid your face with your hands. You try to bring yourself out of embarrassment thinking no one paid attention until a hushed chuckle forms next to you.

“And you want to be a cardiac surgeon?” Your head whips to the man next to you, a raised eyebrow above big round eyes glances at you, Dr. Kang Taehyun.

“Shut up, Bone Daddy,” you say in a low whisper making sure he was the only one who could hear the vulgar nickname. You’ve known Taehyun since your first day of internship at the hospital, he is the smartest in your class, and had his eyes on orthopedics along with the hot eligible workers. You’ve witnessed him getting close to the f-boy nurse, Yeonjun, after you told Taehyun about your accidental trip to the supply closet. Thinking he would be disgusted by the story, later you were surprised to see the doctor talking and laughing with the scrub nurse. You didn’t know what to think of Taehyun after that, a man you thought was a quiet nerdy boy was a man whore in disguise.

So imagine how you felt when the both of you grasp a paper on the Public Information board of an apartment for sale. Internship was hard as it is, the event that happened earlier was definitely not the worst of it, adding troubles with living situations was just the cherry on top. This for sale pamphlet was a perfect opportunity to share rent with others, but you did not want to share it with Taehyun.

“I don’t think you’re the one that is offering the apartment, so I don’t understand why you’re not letting me consider it.” Tae says as you both practically tug-of-war the paper, “come on y/n, we both need a place to stay and you know I have the best study methods, and I’ll share.”

“Yeah y/n, I don’t know why you’re so against it,” you let go of the paper to look at your best friend, Kai, he was also in the same class as you and Tae. Who you were also going to share rent with, but he was fine because he didn’t fool around, “give us one good reason why Taehyun can’t live with us.” You take a step back, looking back and forth the boys’ eyes, Kai had big hopeful eyes whereas Taehyun couldn’t care less. You did not want to tell him that the reason that you didn’t want Taehyun to live with you is because you didn’t want the possibility of him bringing anyone home and making… noises.

Rolling your eyes, “Fine, I’ll share with you, but you better pay rent on time.”

“Deal, Sweetheart.” you shiver at the nickname Tae has given you, hiding the reaction as you squint in distaste at the handsome smirk on the doctor’s face.

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Years pass, the young internship days turned into years of resident chaos and now you spend your days as a full-on cardiothoracic surgeon. Yet you still share your bathroom with Kai and argue with Taehyun about not making enough coffee in the mornings.

This morning you were rushing to the hospital, you slept in from the tiring day before. Quickly changing into your seafoam green scrubs, tying your hair up, stuffing your stethoscope into your white coat while heading to the surgical floor for morning report. Walking around the desk crowded with many healthcare professionals, you make your way to Taehyun who had a counter spot open for you to put your papers.

Taehyun glances at you like everyone else did, but he was the only one to notice your strut. A slight smirk creeps his face as he notes the slight limp you have that he knows a little too well on girls. You come to the counter clicking your pen ready to write about your patients.

“Room 822, has a bit of delirium causing a higher heart rate, Room 304, has been complaining of pain but they are doing their exercises and tolerating meds…” You listen intently about your patients not noticing Taehyun’s constant glances every time you shifted weight on your feet. You are not an antsy person and Tae knows that. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

You throw a confused look at the doctor, “nothing,” you were feeling fine other than the pain you felt from being manhandled by the scrub nurse yesterday.

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.” Taehyun has known you for years and the years of living together has added to the closeness between you two. He knows that you don’t sleep with others all that often hence the soreness you show, but he had a little secret that he was dying to inform you.

As report ends the many scrub workers disperse throughout the unit. You walk over to the coffee maker in the breakroom pouring luke-warm brown water in your disposable cup when Taehyun slides himself next to you. You feel his eyes burning holes into you as you lazily focus not to spill your life source everywhere. An exhaled “what” leaves your lips making the man fix his posture before he speaks.

“Did you have a fun time yesterday?” Your eyes widen at his question, memories flash into your head of Yeonjun abusing your pussy so good. The way his fingers felt on your folds, the sensation of his abs against your spine as he whispers and kisses your ear. “You were pretty loud, I know you don’t get out much but damn-”

You quickly lower your coffee cup to smack the man, “shut up!”

Taehyun chuckles, “I should say the same thing to you, you should be happy that my patient was loopy on drugs or else they wouldn’t think they were imagining your fuck for a lifetime.”

Mixtures of emotions fill up your insides, frustrated by the cocky smirk of Tae’s plush lips, embarrassed by the fact that you were really that loud, angry that Tae brought it up. It was one of the best fucks you’ve had but you didn’t like that your friend was condescending you. Your mind gears start turning thinking of your next course of action, “what, are you jealous?”

Taehyun’s thick brows rise, he leans his head on the frame of the door, you watch closely to the bobbing of his adams apple as he swallows his thoughts. His big eyes darken for a second before he lifts his head, “no, just keep it down next time.”

You watch the man walk away as if he just talked about work and not that he heard every detail of your dirty secret. From the side of your eye you see the scrub nurse who keeps track of the surgeries, “Nurse, what is Dr. Taehyun’s schedule today?”

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Looking through the glass window that sits above the surgical room is like its some type of opera. These days the watching rooms aren’t used as much but since they are there fellow surgeons like to use the seating area for a place to chart and watch techniques to be used. You sat there doing just that, scrolling through your laptop checking on any procedures or medications needing to be ordered for your patients. Every now and then you glance down watching your friend do a total hip replacement. Your eyes linger on Taehyun and his form. He looked so cute with his golden scrub cap standing out from the neutral colors of the OR. Is it wrong to drool over the doctor's buff arms every time his tools hit hard on the bone of the patient? It amazed you how the blue gown wrapped snugly on the doctor’s body. The waistband hugged his small waist, the sleeve morphed to his muscular arms. Your friend has always been buff ever since your internship years but it seems like he has been working out harder, or is it that you’re looking at him harder.

The heart monitor sounds an alarm waking you up out of your drool-fest. Adrenaline rushes through your vessels instantly standing up to see what was going on with the patient on the table. The anesthesiologist looks at the jagged mountain shaped lines on the EKG, “signs of V-Tach, starting compressions.”

Taehyun looks stunned, not expecting such a turn of events on a simple hip replacement stepping away from the patient to not cause any additional harm, “Get the pads and set them to 100.”

A nurse drags the machine to the bed, the anesthesiologist shocks the patient, Taehyun winces seeing the slight jolt moving the incision sight of the hip, “no change.”

“Shock again at 200.”

“No change, still V-Tach, what do you want to do Doctor?”

Taehyun tells the other doctor to shock the patient again before glancing up to you. You were gone from where he last noticed you standing, before he knew it the scrub nurses got cardiac surgical supplies out and you came rushing through the sliding doors ready to be gowned and gloved.

“Why didn’t you know about this?” You say in a stern voice letting the nurse help the gown on you.

“It wasn’t noted in the chart.”

Looking over at the patient on the table it was a frail old man, “Would the heart condition derive from the operation”

“It can”

“That's why, it's probably a stress induced M.I.”

“Are you sure?”

You stop in your tracks looking up into the big boba eyes of Taehyun’s, “Do you want me to say it louder, Bone Daddy.” The silence in the room was loud, no one understood the reference only you and the other surgeon did. Taehyun bows his head, his blushed cheeks hidden under the mask. You take a step towards the patient, glancing at a displayed EKG of the heart rhythm, “yep, he’s having a heart attack, continue compressions, shock again at 200, and let's prepare for an angioplasty.”

Taehyun stands there admiring your intimidating demeanor, how pretty you looked with your scrunch up eyebrows, standing tall waiting for the patient to be prepped for your specialty. You look over at Dr. Taehyun and say, “Do you want to finish up your side of things?”

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A cozy cool light casts over you as you snuggled up into the sofa watching whatever was on the TV screen. You dig around in the small white take-out box pushing aside the vegetables, looking for noodles to shove in your mouth. The front door clicks open, making you lift your head in attention to see Taehyun waddle tiredly into your guys’ shared apartment. His black hair hung into his eyes, tired body flops into a spot next to you, his whole body relaxing. Head tilting back, hands smoothing his legs that were manspreading. You grab another take-out box of chicken from the coffee table and give it to him. “Kai is on-call tonight and I didn’t know when you’ll get out of work so I just ordered–” You cut yourself off, right when you were about to reach over to get the man chopsticks, he grabs yours and licks any of your remnants off. Your eyes couldn’t care less about what was going on the TV screen. All you could focus on was your handsome friend’s sharp jaw move while chewing, and then how his pretty adams apple bounces after each swallow.

A smirk turns his plush lips, swallowing his last bite he says, “thanks for helping me today.”

“Of course, you’d do the same for me” you giggle to yourself, “if for whatever reason a bone falls out while in the patient’s chest.” Tae smiles at your comment, your hand instinctively rubs his thigh in a comforting way but once you feel his muscle tense the mood changes.

Your fingers start to draw patterns on the man’s black slacks, “why were you hesitant before?” Taehyun’s head lifts to look at your eyes after watching your fingers, he hums inquisitively. “Why were you hesitant when I asked if you were jealous of me getting laid, are you?”

“I-” he starts getting distracted when he plays with the loose ends of your shorts, “I wouldn’t say I’m jealous, more like… thinking of what I am missing,” you hum at his confession. You both sit there trying to comprehend and decide what two want to make of this. Looking back into the big boba eyes, heat rushes up your spine, a need to also know what you’ve been missing after living with the man for so long. Like as if you could read each other's minds, when you lean your face towards Tae’s, he helps guide your leg to straddle his hips.

Your lips connect like a puzzle piece. His lips were dry and cracked from the habit of his lip-biting concentration, but it wasn’t like your saliva couldn’t help. Warmth of the smooth muscle fighting each other became an addicting game. You held onto his sweater pulling him impossibly closer to you. That same rush of heat boils down to your core making the sense of closeness start to grind down on Tae’s half hard dick. Taehyun moves his lips to your jaw and down to your neck, his ears perk when he gets a hint of your small whimper. Looking up to see you biting your lip hard as you get yourself off from the friction of his pants. “What's wrong sweetheart, let me hear you.”

You glance down at him with slight irritation that he stopped his sweet kisses. Rolling your hips harder on his hard cock presented you with the most beautiful sight of Taehyun’s eyebrows scrunching up and his lips widening letting out a moan of pleasure. His head tilts back, big hands gripping your ass like it was going to float away, he motions you harder onto him. You graze your nose against his neck relishing his homely scent that was all too familiar. Holding back the want to nibble at the skin you lift your head back to Taehyun’s plush lips. “Y/n-” you hum ignoring what he was trying to say, too addicted to the friction against your swollen clit, “ah- y/n, let's take this somewhere else.”

Still too engulfed by the man’s presence and wanting to get off just by his thighs, you didn’t answer. To your surprise, you were lifted up by the stronghold of Taehyun. Your hands reach for his shoulders holding him tight as he gets up with ease. Carrying you to his dark cold bedroom, dropping you down on his pristine white sheets, arms caging your seated position, hovering over you kissing deeply. Taehyun’s fingers dance under your shirt, “now sweetheart, I want to hear you like I’ve heard before,” he says, taking off your top along with your bra, “can you do that for me?”

His rough lips drift low to your hardening nipples making you answer with a breathy, “y-yes.”

Tae hums, satisfied with the state you’re in. He removes his shirt leaving you in awe, you’ve seen him shirtless before roaming around the house, but under the dim lighting paired with his lustful eyes, the sight made you shiver. The man walks away from you, your puppy eyes trail him watching him sit comfortably on his bed, back against his pillows. Following him to his spot, he stops you quickly tugging at your shorts. You slide them off with your panties and stand there waiting for his next request. “Sit on my thigh.”

Your cheek burns pink, bare pussy pressed against the textured material of Taehyun’s slacks. Your body instinctively starts to grind, head tilting back as excitement warms your stomach. Tae’s hands grip onto your hips helping you move, “Feel good?”

Your whine brings a smile to the man’s face, you open your eyes to get a glimpse of his canine grin. Taehyun’s smirk disappears into something more mischievous, you start to feel his leg bounce. Hands quickly grasp his shoulders keeping you stable, “A-ah T-tae-hyun!”

The man hums gripping your love handles harder, “Do you like how my thighs feel? Are you going to cum just by my thighs alone, sweetheart?” You try to nod but the quick movements mixed with your building up orgasm makes it hard to think. “Use your words, love.”

You’re gasping to do so, the friction in between your legs were overstimulating as it is. Once you feel his thumb snaking down to your clit it’s over for you. “F-feels good, fuck!” You cum on his black slacks, falling onto Taehyun’s shoulder. Exhausted but reality hits when you feel the man shifting under you. Leaving small pecks against his neck while reaching down to palm his aching dick. You note that way he whines and tilts his head at your lips on the sensitive part of his neck. “Let me help you please.”

Taehyun chuckles, “well since you asked so nicely.”

Both of you struggle to lower the man’s pants resulting in his dick slapping against his abdomen. You stop for a moment, eyes glued to his veiny thick cock waiting patiently for your attention. Your dainty surgeon hands cautiously wrap around him feeling every bump and ridge to have Tae jerk his hips up. “Taehyun, or should I say Bone Daddy,” the man hums in response, concentrating so hard not to release by your little movements, “where are your condoms?”

“T-there in the ah-” like butter, he melts into your hands, “in the nightstand.”

Multitasking with one hand tending to the man’s dick and the other reaching for a condom out of the drawer. You grin while tearing the condom packet open. You’re amazed at how his aura changed, he can’t be like this with other girls. How can the man in front of you, no more than a needy boytoy, be the one to make those visitors scream so loudly you had to purposely walk in on them to tell them to keep it down. “So Bone Daddy, do you always crumble for pretty girls like me?” You lean in towards his ear, biting the lobe gently noticing the faint shiver of sensitivity while rolling the condom on. Taehyun’s hands quickly get a hold of your hips as you lift them thinking you’re moving away. You chuckle, as a hand lines his cock to your cunt while the other lovingly rubs the nape of Tae’s neck. You sink down slowly, easing into the pain of the stretch he gives you. A grunt of Tae’s contemptment paired with a snap of his impatient hips upwards. Legs working overtime to match his pace, Taehyun finally has the power to admit, “Something about a pretty surgeon riding my cock while giving my neck kisses just does it for me.”

A smile forms on your face, taking what he said as a sign to leave more pecks on the column of his neck. Your lips push down to where his carotid artery is, feeling the harsh pulse, and fast rate. His hips snap up right to your g-spot as you do this, resulting in your attention to his neck to falter, moaning out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head consumed by his tip kissing your cervix. Tae’s hands grope the flesh of your ass as another snakes up to play with your nipple. A cute grin displayed on the man’s face once again making you scream under his touch. The stutter of his hips signals you to bounce faster reaching both of your highs.

Both of you panting, hooked to one another, feeling each other's heart beats. “Do you still feel like you’re missing out, Bone Daddy?”

“Mmm I think I need to hear you again, sweetheart.”

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 🩺

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gloomwitchwrites · 2 months ago

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sigh,,, gloomy you’ve never let me down with a fic

do you think you could do transmasc reader telling the boys they’re thinking about getting top surgery? if you’re not comfy with that, i’d take anything with a transmasc reader LOL

Could I? Absolutely I could. And I will. And I think we can all agree that they’d celebrate your decision.

I know you’ve been waiting for a hot minute, and this is literally just my brainworms presented to you (with love).

You tell Price you’re getting top surgery near the end of the day when most people have gone home. You’ve been building it up in your head all day, gathering the courage to go to his office. It’s normal to feel a bit nervous, even though you shouldn’t be. When you finally get the words out, Price is supportive. “I’m proud of you,” he says, giving you one of his Price Bear Hug™. It’s pure dad energy, and when the two of you are done hugging, he’s putting in that time off request for medical leave and will make damn sure it gets approved.

The first and only word out of Ghost’s mouth when you tell him you’re getting top surgery is “finally.” There’s no animosity or annoyance in his tone; it’s more of a “I’m happy that this is finally happening for you.” It’s a “you deserve to be happy” because Ghost can say so much by saying very little. Won’t ask if you need any help post-surgery. Will literally just show up at your house uninvited (with a key you never gave him) and start cleaning, doing dishes, laundry, etc. and then quietly sit with you after because he knows Johnny probably came over and talked your ear off (while doing absolutely nothing.)

You tell Gaz and Soap together because they’re the ones you’re closest to. While they’re both incredibly happy for you, their reactions upon learning this information varies drastically. Soap is bouncing off the walls, yapping your ear off, talking about everything the two of you are going to do after. Gaz is much calmer, and more concerned with how he can be of practical assistance. What kind of help do you need post-surgery? Will you need someone to run errands for you? What about reliable transportation? Expect Gaz to help organize and galvanize everyone around you and drag them along in making sure you’re looked after.

main masterlist

#cod headcanons #call of duty headcanons #tf 141 headcanons #task force 141 #task force 141 headcanons #simon riley headcanons #john price headcanons #kyle garrick headcanon #john soap mactavish headcanons #soap cod #soap call of duty #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #price call of duty #price cod #gaz call of duty #gaz cod #trans reader #transmasc

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transfemme-shelterdog · 2 months ago

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Bikini season is in a few months, so I've decided to drop some valuable life advice I've learned as a girl who hasn't had bottom surgery.

There are ways you can go to the beach, in a cute bikini, without making it super obvious that you're packing a little more than usual down there.

In my experience, you've got two options

1. Boy shorts

Women's boyshorts are shorter than what you'd find for men, have pockets (sometimes, at least mine do) and cover enough to prevent any sort of slippage if you're the more active kind of girly. Really looks good with a matching top, and is great for girls who aren't super fem or want something more functional, for say, volleyball or surfing. Lots of women wear them, so you're not out of place wearing them.

2. Bikini bottom plus skirt

You can either buy the skirt separately, or purchase one like I have here with a built in bikini bottom attached to it, with a drawstring that you can use to adjust the length.

Choosing a darker color like black also covers up any sort of bulge that you may have, if you choose to pull it up higher, but as you can see, even at the highest it covers everything anyways (though there's pics of it pulled up up to show what it looks like if your skirt were to ride up)

I've worn the skirt swimming as well as on the beach, and there was absolutely no issues with slippage or anything of the sort.

So yeah! There are options for cute women's swimwear, where you don't need to tuck or worry about slippage. I highly recommend the skirt as it's cute as fuck, but the boyshorts are also incredibly comfy and are a good choice if you want to be absolutely 100% sure there's never gonna be any slippage, or don't want your bits pushed up against you all day in the hot sun ♡

For reference, I haven't had orchi as well, so this is even with the added... filler.

#trans #transgender #mtf #mtf fashion #advice

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pinkpuppipawz · 2 years ago

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punishment (pt 1/?)

[childe x ftm! reader ft the harbingers]

╰┈➤ childe fucks you in front of the other harbingers as punishment, it seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much (the guy with the big nose ain’t in this tho cause he’s not hot)

╰┈➤ reader is ftm and refered to as puppy and is called a good boy, slut, whore, cumpdump. it isn’t specified wether reader has yet had top surgery

╰┈➤ readers private’s are refered to as boycunt

╰┈➤ includes : vouyerism, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cumming inside

╰┈➤ this is my first time writing smut, so pls be nice to me

╰┈➤ 16- and fem aligned dni

the harbingers are currently in an important meeting, as childe put it. and only now have they realised that they are in fact not wasting their time

“aww, look at you, drooling all over the desk like a naughty boy, you’re gonna have to clean this up later you know?” childe cooed, his hips slamming against yours in a rapid pace whilst the harbingers watched in what appeared to be boredom

you could only let out a pathetic whimper in response, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the other harbingers, only to no avail as childe grabbed your hair and forced you to look at them whilst they got themselves off :(

“after I’m done with you... you should definitely help out the others. how does that sound? you’ll be our personal cumpdump” childe grunted out, leaving sloppy kisses onto your neck. in response your cunt clenched around him tightly, causing childe to let out a small whimper of his own.

suddenly, he bit down onto your neck whilst he rutted into your tight heat, an explosion of warmth trickled into your cunny, ajax keeping you plugged up with his cum so it wouldn’t drip out of you.

“w-why didn’t I get to cum?” you whined, childe only tutting in response, “this is a punishment after all, you’re not cumming until you’ve let everyone use you at least once. your boycunt is gonna be leaking by the time we’re finished with you puppy” childe explained, before gently kissing where he bit, slowly taking his cock out from your cunt, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness :(

no need to worry, you won’t be empty for too long :)

content belongs to @huboi on tumblr, DO NOT REPOST ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS WHATSOEVER

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sunnytotherescue · 10 months ago

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One of my favorite headcanons out there, and one that I use as well, is ftm!levi ^_^ soo...

cw: fem terms for Levi's genitalia, no top surgery

I can't get the thought of fondling Leviathan's tits out of my brain,, silly boy just sitting in front of you on the floor while he plays games,, he's so focused on his win streak that he doesn't even notice the feeling of your hands sliding up his hoodie!!

it's only when you cup a plump breast that he jumps, freezing in place and ultimately losing his gaming match. And for a moment he almost launches himself away from you, so unused to the foreign touch that it nearly puts him into fight or flight mode.

but he calms with the help of your reassuring words, those sweet praises you feed to him like nectar. soft touch kneading his chest like you're trying to milk him!! The feeling begins to melt his brain and turn his already pink cheeks into a hot red,,

Not long after he's whining and pressing back against you as your fingers pinch at his nipples, pulling on them while you squeeze his cute tits just to hear him choke on every plea. Levi may have been blessed with a smaller chest, but that didn't make it any less fun to play with.

Squishing and pulling on them like your very own stress balls while all he can do is squirm in your hold, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as soft gasps n whimpers spill from his throat :3

Watch him stiffen up when you trail a hand down to the waistband of his boxers,, it's not his fault it's easier to game in such little clothing! he gets sweaty sometimes :< and even now he can't find it in himself to regret forgoing pants, not when you start to rub his already wet pussy through the thin cloth, soaking the material and making him blush a furious red at the sinful squelch.. and maybe he gets some extra points from the way your growing erection presses against his back.

Keep him there for as long at you'd like, tits bouncing when he finally gets to ride your hand after what felt like ages of grinding against two unfulfulling fingers. No one else got this treatment, right? He needed to be the only one, even if he was just some gross otaku who didn't really deserve you.. maybe if you kiss him some more it'll knock those mean thoughts from his head?.. pretty please?

But don't mention any of it after. Not the way he felt, not the way he whined, and definitely not the way his nipples stayed red and swollen long after he'd finished.. or you might just end up locked out of Levi's room for another month :(

#sunny speaks☆#obey me #obey me x male reader #obey me x male mc #x top male reader #top male reader #obey me leviathan #ftm!leviathan #levi obey me #lemme lick u clean levi trust🙏

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deadqueerboys · 2 months ago

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May u can give us incelbur masturbating and u just enter his room while that? The rest is with u , pls :3>

Oh my little incel, he needs some rest. Bro is too hot to be stroking himself alone.

M/n = reader.

Incelbur x Ftm! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

It was a hard day. Will just want to lie down and relax. His back was hurting, and his arms were tired. His shaky legs were above the mattress as he closed his eyes. He tried a lot of different positions, but nothing was helping. His boyfriend wasn't here, what only made him more pissed. He wants to lay his head on his stomach and live around his body. He closed his eyes one last time, trying to focus on something else. Wilbur didn't know what to do anymore. He had to be more tired to go to sleep. His eyes open, and he stares at the roof with his hands running around his body. He touches his chest, going slowly down until he reaches his cock. He wasn't hard, he wasn't even in the mood. But he knows something that would help. He turns on his phone, going through his boyfriend's texts, and he stops when he finds a picture of him shirtless, right after the top surgery. He smiles, putting his hand under his jeans, starting to touch himself. Will strokes himself slowly, his pants and underwear feeling too tight for his fat cock.

He pulls his pants down, biting his lower lip. He goes faster, his eyes never leaving the pic. He moans to himself. "You look so good, babe.." He whispers, stimulating himself. His dick twitched as he tried to keep his eyes open. He wanted to feel him again, touch his flat chest and fuck his pussy until he's dripping cum. His hand is so tired, but he can't give up now. It already feels too good to deny. He wanted to drop his loads on his phone, just to have to clean it later. He's sadistic. Wilbur is so into it that he doesn't hear when the front door opens. He keeps going, feeling already close to cumming. His eyes close, imagining his boyfriend sucking his pathetic big dick. He rubs the back of his neck, scratching it. It feels just like his man does. He wants to be hurt. He wants him to cut, scratch, and twist him. He's too masochist to notice it was a bad thing.

"Will? I'm home!" M/n walks upstairs, taking off his shoes in the middle of it. He knocks on the door, but Will is too focused to notice. He opens the door, finding in front of him Wilbur half naked and touching himself. "Love? Am I too late?" He comes closer to him, standing in front of his body. He touches his hair, caressing his fluffy curls. His smile grows, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips. He pulls his hair. "Do you want me to..?" He cups his cock with his hand, stroking him. His big cock feeling finally some other kind of relief. He needed him, he wanted him to fuck him. In other words, Wilbur wanted to be his slave. M/n takes off his shirt and pants, throwing Will's phone to the side. He gets away from him, picking his packer from the drawer. He puts Wilbur in the doggy position, slapping his ass. He pulls his underwear down, introducing his cock on his hole. Will was used to it. It always feels good to be the bottom. It's a way of making him calm down. He doesn't have to do anything, just enjoy and be a good boy for his future husband.

Wilbur moans and hides his face on the pillow. He rolls his eyes, his cock touching his g spot. He already feels like cumming, he likes the way he is smiling and touching him. His hands go wrap around his own cock, touching himself. He's a little bitch, but even picky bitches like Will need someone to love them. His body is twitching, getting tighter around the dildo. His pleasure comes from watching Will suffer and enjoy it at the same time. But he can't get stimulated without touching himself, too. M/n introduces two fingers inside of his own cunt. He smirks, feeling good at the same point where Wilbur is feeling pleasure. They're both having a good time. His fingers get out of him all wet and juicy, quickly, and he makes Will suck his fingers before putting it back on his pussy. His tongue is soft, it almost makes him want more.

"I'm.. close.." Wilbur whimpers, his hand was getting faster and harder, he was really close. His legs were shaking, taking his cock wasn't easy. But they chose the size equally so both of them could use it both in sex and out of it. He was so proud of being fucked like this. He can't wait for when M/n have the bottom surgery. Sure, it will take a while until they can fuck, but it will be really good. The cock hit is sweet spot again, and he breaks with another moan. "You.. bitch.. ah!" He cries, grabbing the pillow and punching it. He was out of control, and he was really close to cumming. Will moves his hips further, begging for more. His eyes closed, his mind empty, and his heart beating faster. He stops touching his own cock, waiting for M/n's approval so he could do it again. But if he did, he would cum all over the blankets.

M/n finishes touching himself, cumming around his own fingers, without making a mess. His body relaxes as soon as he does. He goes faster on Wilbur, making sure to hit all the right points until he gets him moaning louder. He slaps his ass again. He's so white.. but it's good. He's always shaved. He really takes care of his body. Besides being depressed and screaming at M/n sometimes, he's really cute. It's funny how everyone else calls him an incel while he's getting more dick than most of the girls he knows. He's loyal, and he would never cheat on him. Wilbur shakes his head, getting away from all of these random topics. His jaw spreads open as he cums. His loads all over the bed covers. He whispers something about dear lord, I love you, or anything like that.

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beatrixst0nehill · 4 months ago

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"Guys, I'm so, so, SO excited! I really did it. I just bought my first testosterone prescription! This is so amazing. Thank you all for filling my feed with so many amazing detrans stories, showing me no matter how fem I am, no matter how fat my ass gets or big my boobs get, or how much I sorta look like a girl if you squint your eyes I can still totally just detrans and embrace being a guy! I am so fucking pumped to finally grow facial hair, for my voice to deepen, for me to get super hairy! Oooo, my mind is racing! I'm not gonna come out to my family or coworkers right away. I'm gonna keep it a secret until I don't even remotely look like a girl anymore. I already scheduled my top surgery in a few weeks, so bye bye big bouncy boobs! You were fun while you lasted, but like all of you keep telling me, I need to stop living my silly girly fantasy and embrace reality. I'm totally a boy!

I mean, I perv on girls and half the accounts I follow even on my main are thirst content with big tits, huge asses, girls that love to get thick and flaunt their fattening bodies! Mmmmm. I'm getting so hard just thinking about it. My doctor even said once I detrans I'll never get results like mine back! I'll never regrow boobs like these, fully lose the hair, have a girly voice, or a tiny cock I can hide. I'll be a guy forever! I bit my lip and told him I masturbate every night picturing myself as a boy, that my parents shouldn't have encouraged a delusional fakegirl like me! All I did as a girl was fuck guys, give out blowjobs like free candy, and jerk off constantly anyway, sometimes in public.....

Being a hot girl is just a kinky fantasy of mine, and I get that now. I'm not really trans, I'm just a perverted boy who's obsessed with girls. It's time I become a stud and show the world who I really am! I bought a bunch of weight gain and protein shakes at the pharmacy, too! I think I'm gonna try to bulk up, and become a really husky guy with a beard and a big gut. Wouldn't that suit me so perfectly? Just imagine me balding, losing my pretty hair, a nice full beard, my removed breasts getting flabby, a giant round belly in front of me from drinking loads of beer and eating whatever I want! I really want to get big! Wish me luck!

Two years on and damn, my moobs are almost the size of my old fakegirl tits! God, detransing was the best choice of my life! I'm working my way up to 400lbs. I love not being hyper desirable, especially to guys anymore. It's weird walking around and not getting groped or having my skirt pulled up so a guy can fill my ass with his cum on the bus ride home. But now I'm having way more fun perving on unsuspecting girls. Rubbing up on them, groping them, apologizing that I'm so fat and probably smell..... it makes me hard that they can smell me and get weirded out. I love fucking pretty college girls, they're so easy and desperate, even if they're disgusted by me they'll roll their eyes and tell me, 'Just get it over with, you fat slob!' And godddd it makes me so hard!

My cock is almost a foot long and I adore the gasps of surprise when they see it and the moans of pain and discomfort when I ram the whole thing in their curvy, often pregnant bodies, whimpering that they hope my cock doesn't break their water. Then I give their belly a super hard slap and tell them it seems like their womb is in good working order! I love being a pervy fat dude, I was soooo right when I decided to detrans. I even get to fuck my share of big-titted, fat-assed fakegirl, who I whisper to in their ears, telling them I used to look just like them, and they need to embrace being a guy, too, and wind up just like me. They get so hard when I tell them how amazing it feels to become a really fat man, the sexual freedom of embracing everything they're meant to be. No matter how pretty and perfectly passing they are they melt like butter and cum effortlessly when I tell them about how they need to go on T and gain a ton of weight..... With any luck these bratty fakegirls will learn their lesson and obey. Here's to another year of fucking every girl I want, and eating as much as possible! Living the true destiny of every dumb little fakegirl reading this!"

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toasttt11 · 7 days ago

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what if

June 1, 2024

Allison, Jack, Quinn and Ellen got back to Michigan a couple of days after the Canuck’s game seven and the day after Jim and Luke got back from Worlds.

Allison officially got cleared to take her sling off for a couple of hours every day and it made her whole week. She finally can do a few more things on her own especially as her abdomen is basically fully healed and her abdomen rarely hurts anymore, it’s just her collarbone that is still healing.

Unfortunately her healing with her collarbone is taking longer, it’s been six weeks and her abdomen was perfect and she was almost full cleared there but her collarbone was being stubborn and the bone was still healing slowly which is frustrating as it could have been fully healed by now.

The Hughes were all at the Lake house once they got into Michigan besides Ellen and Jim who just stays a night here and there and spends the day. Within a few days a bunch of the siblings friends and teammates were filling up the lake house.

Most of Allison’s friends had all gotten in last night and it was exactly what Allison needed, to be back with her best friends. They all stayed up late curled up around the fire talking and eating smores.

Of course the second Trevor got the house he was behind dramatic as always and complaining that Allison goes to BC.

Most of the boys were at the rink this morning to practice but she isn’t even allowed to work out yet so there is no point to her going to the rink.

Everyone was gone expect Luke and James as James had a zoom meeting in the morning and Luke wanted to sleep in.

Allison stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower on her own, she frowned looking in the mirror and seeing her two new big scars, the incisions from her surgery have been healed for awhile now and have started to scar. She has a couple scars form life over the years but these two scars are her biggest one and they are dark and in pretty noticeable areas.

It was a reminder of everything Allison wanted to forget.

Allison just shook her head and slowly pulled on a loose tank top before she headed downstairs and slowly began making an ice coffee and she headed to go sit out in the sun room that had the view of the lake but is in the air conditioning, it’s a room no one really uses but Allison which she loves.

Allison drank her coffee and enjoyed some alone time.

She hasn’t gotten much alone time the past couple of weeks which is probably a good idea with how hard the last few weeks have been for her physically and mentally.

She was nervous, really nervous about how her game is gonna look after she gets clears well if she gets cleared, her collarbone is taking longer to heal and it’s just worrying her more and more that something is wrong and it’s gonna cause something permanent and mess with her game.

What if she can’t ever be the hockey player she was before the accident, what if she doesn’t get drafted and is a bust at the draft, what if she is drafted and than she can’t even play anyways.

Her mind just started spinning over everything that has been piling up and up over the last six weeks and she hasn’t had enough alone to start spiraling yet.

“Hey you know where Coco is?” James asked Luke as he walked into the kitchen and Luke was munching on a bowl of cereal.

Luke looked at Allison’s friend, “Probably in the sun room.” Luke said knowing Allison likes having coffee in the there in the morning especially when it’s too hot to sit outside.

Luke set his bowl down and they walked together to the sun room, James walked into first and saw Allison spaced out breathing heavily starring at the ground. James rushed over to Allison first, Luke right behind him.

“Hey Coco.” James said calmed kneeling down in front of Allison, he has only seen Allison like this twice but has seen her a few more times before it has gotten this bad and has gotten pretty good at knowing how to help her.

Luke stayed back a bit knowing from Allison that James helps a lot and he trusts his sister and he wants to make sure James is taking care of her.

Allison barely blinked but when James held out his hand Allison grabbed his hand with her shaky hands holding on tightly.

“There you go.” James said encouraging and took a big exaggerated breath and Allison slowly took a small breath.

“Did i ever tell you about the time Mich tried to held Mom and i to make cookies?” James asked her after her breathing began to get a bit more steady after copying his breathing.

Allison slowly blinked and gave a soft shake of her head.

“Well he’s not very good in the kitchen but wanted to help so he got to the mixing and add the chocolate chips.” James began telling her the story about his brother making her focus on him completely.

“And somehow with him mixing, the dough ended up being like rock hard and when Mom went to check on how he was doing and she couldn’t even put the spoon in the dough.” James told her calmly and soothingly and he kept squeezing her hand every few moments to remind her to keep taking breaths.

Allison took in a deep breath and slowly her eyes began to focus more and more.

“And Mich being Mich was stubborn and so sure they would cook fine, he had to cut them to make them into some odd semi cookie shape and he tried to cook them.” James continued to tell her and he smiled a bit seeing her focusing more and more with her breathing steadying out.

“He pulls them out of the oven and they were still rock hard but somehow even harder now, harder than a scone.” James shook his head fondly, “He decided to take a bit and he chipped his tooth because the cookies were too hard.”

Allison’s lips quirked up and she softly mumbled, “That was stupid.” She took one more deep breath feeling her heartbeat going back go normal.

She was expecting an attack soon after her injuries knowing it was pilling up and she honestly didn’t have any mental energy to fight it or fix it.

“It was very stupid.” James agreed and gave her a comforting smile, “Doing better Coco?”

Allison let out a sigh and slowly nodded, “Thank you.”

“Course, like i said before anytime.” James just said simply in return.

Luke watched James with an approving look, that was one of the fastest Luke has ever seen Allison finish an attack. James was perfect with her with how he handed it and it was exactly how Allison deserved to be treated.

“Wanna talk about it?” Luke asked gently as he walked over and sat down next to his sister.

Allison bit her lip, “Just what if i’m not the same on the ice anymore.” She quietly admitted and she voiced her worry’s for once.

Luke’s face softened at her worry and James squeezed her hands, “But what if you are?“ He gave her a reassuring look, “You have two injuries that can heal back to normal and yes it’s taking more time but multiple doctor has said you’re healing correctly.”

“And if you happen to be different it doesn’t mean it is necessarily going to be bad different.” James reminder her calmly.

“You Allison Hughes are the most stubborn person i know and my brother ate a rock hard cookie,” James words made her laugh a bit, “And i have no doubt your gonna be perfect as always when your back on the ice.”

Allison smiled a bit at both of their worlds and she slowly nodded letting out a sigh feeling better, she grabbed Luke’s hand and squeezed James and Luke’s hand giving them a thankful look.

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daydreams-after-dark · 1 year ago

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the horny brainrot is intense rn.

hi hi:) i love your work and had an idea~

i’m not sure if you write ftm reader or not (top surgery and a cocklet from T), if not maybe you could make this male reader?

but i NEED mean dom Han and whimpering and begging top Jeongin. maybe as a threesome or you can pick one or the other. it’s up to you really:) heavy on the praise kink but you could also throw in slight degradation if you wanted. I’m giving you full creative freedom here aside from mean dom Jisung and Jeongin whimpering and begging.

i also have a couple ideas if you’re interested in them too:)

Male!reader x Han x Jeongin

CW: mxmxm unprotected sex (please be safe), blow jobs, ass eating, anal fingering and penetration, praise, name calling “cockslut”, overstimulation. Han drinks a rum.

A/n: I probably didn’t spend a great deal on prep… pls don’t come at me.

Also… writing ftm or mtf is definitely not a “no”, but I’m not confident depicting this yet.

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"Han, can we please take him home? I want him to be the one?" Jeongin whispered desperately into friend’s ear.

"Hmmm." Han looked you up and down. "He is cute. I could see myself tearing his ass up." he bit his lip and looked at you hungrily.

You remained silent, sitting on the couch in the corner of the club. The two hot men, Han and Jeongin, had been making out with you, palming your crotch and shoving their tongue’s down your throat for the best part of an hour, when Jeongin suggested taking things a little, well actually a lot, further.

They were considering taking taking you back to their place for a bit of fun. You were leaking in your pants just at the mere thought of being used by them.

Han shook his head. "Let's just use a room here. Chris won't care that we didn't pay for one. He owes me a favour anyway." He emptied his glass of rum in one gulp and ushered you and Jeongin towards a private room.

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Jeongin was on you, desperately trying to undress you, kissing you wildly, whimpering about how he couldn't wait to feel you inside of him. Han seemed to just be enjoying the show, leaning against the door to the room and rubbing his hand over his bulge.

Your body was buzzing with need, and when you were fully undressed, you sank to the floor, mouth open, waiting for Jeongin to fill you up.

"Looks like he's an obedient one. Are you sure you want him to top you?" Han mused, watching Jeongin slide his length into your mouth.

"Oh, fuck! So warm. So good. That’s it. Please… suck my cock. Ughh... you're mouth is incredible." Joengin's head lolled back as he let you take control of pleasuring him. "Yeah, I do want him to. He said he's a switch, remember?" he panted as his eyes rolled back into his head.

That's right. You were a switch, loving both fucking and being fucked, and it seemed you might be able to have both happening at once tonight. As far as you knew, Han was a dom top, and Jeongin was a submissive top who wanted to try bottoming. You were sure that once he had a taste of it, Jeongin would be begging for more.

"Come suck my cock now." Han said in a low, level voice.

You popped off Jeongin's cock with a loud plop and the corners of you mouth curled up. "Of course." you said coyly, and crawled on your hands and knees until you were directly in front of him.

Slowly, you unbuckled his belt and released his cock. You audibly gasped at the sight of it. Perfection wasn't even nearly enough of a word to describe it. It made your mouth water and your asshole clench at the thought of him slamming into you with it.

Han reached down and gripped your hair, holding your head in place as he started to fuck your throat. Fuck, this was exactly what you wanted. To be used. He pushed himself so deep inside you that you gagged. He paused, smirking, and pushed deeper still. He face fucked you until tears were running down your cheeks, and drool down your chin.

"Such a messy boy. Okay. Go prep his hole, and I'll prep yours. Then we can really have some fun, yeah?"

You gave him one last bob of the head and pulled off his cock.

Jeongin was already waiting on the bed, on all fours, desperately presenting his asshole to you at the edge of the bed. Delicious.

"Go on, eat him out." Han instructed. You knelt behind him and pushed his asscheeks apart to get a good look at what you would be fucking shortly. "Such a pretty hole." you cooed. "A virgin hole?" you arched an eyebrow. Jeongin whimpered in frustration.

"Only had fingers and dildos in it. You'll be the first cock." Han confirmed, as he pulled a bottle of lube from a cupboard.

You leaned in and licked Jeongin's hole, causing him to moan. Then you allowed a trickle of spit to land on it before diving in fully. You circled his rim with your tongue, gently pressing every now and then to slowly coax him open.

A small whimper escaped you when you felt a lubed finger at your ass. "You're quite the slut aren't you, y/n?" Han was kneeling behind you, kissing your back as his finger explored your hole. "Wanting to be inside Jeongin, while I'm inside you."

You moaned and slipped your tongue slightly into Jeongin, who seemed to be falling apart rather quickly. "P-please... a finger.... I need a finger!" he cried, his head buried in the mattress.

You sat up, squeezing and slapping Jeongin's ass a few times before spitting on his hole and pressing your finger to it. He whimpered and hissed when your finger slipped inside. Just to your first knuckle. You felt like it might take a little longer to prep him than what his moans were indicating, while Han was already making your eyes roll back and your cock dribble pre-cum with two full fingers fucking your ass.

You used all your resolve to compose yourself, and put all your focus on getting Jeongin ready. What if you came before you'd even sunk into him? You eventually managed to squeeze two fingers inside him, and by the noise he was making he was extremely aroused. But was he ready?

"You're just going to have to fuck him as is. I can't fucking wait any longer. I need to be inside your tight little ass." Han growled impatiently.

The three of you positioned yourself in such a way that Jeongin was on his hands and knees on the bed, you standing behind him, and Han behind you.

Jeongin was already being so noisy, demanding you to just "ram it into him in one go." You spread a generous amount of lube on your painfully hard cock, and pressed against him. You let out a shaky breath as Han rubbed the head of his lubed cock on your hole.

"Go on. Push inside him. Make him scream." he snarled in your ear. "Be a good boy for me and fuck him good."

With a deep breath, you prepared yourself, and with a shaky exhale, you pushed inside Jeongin. He cried out, whimpering. You paused to let him adjust.

"Put in in me!!! P-please....need to be fucked." he sobbed.

"You heard him. Put it in him." Han growled, pushing your hips forward and penetrating Jeongin in one deep, forceful thrust.

"Ahhh...ngh..." Jeongin panted, almost collapsing on the bed. You held onto his hips, as Han continued to guide your thrusts into his friend. "Atta boy." he praised.

He pushed you so your pelvis was flush with Jeongin and you were fully seated inside of him. He felt warm and tight around your cock. You didn't think anything could beat this feeling until you felt Han breech your hole. "Fuck!" you hissed as you felt yourself stretch open.

Han withdrew his cock slightly, then pushed in a little further. You accommodated him fairly well considering he was big. Your body responded so quickly. The stretch and fullness of having a cock in you at the same time your cock was in another, was almost unbearable, and you weren't sure how long you were going to last.

Every smack of Han's hips against you, made you push deeper into Jeongin. Every time Jeongin pushed back onto your cock, it made you push back onto Han making him fill you just that little bit more.

Han grabbed onto your hips, and with him fully inside of you began to fuck you into Jeongin. The man underneath you cried, sobbed, and begged to cum, as he felt the force of two men slamming into him.

You were losing control fast, and it was heavenly.

A hand came down hard on your ass cheek. "Fill him up. Be a good little slut and claim him." Han commanded.

You were indeed very close, and when Han changed his angle ever so slightly, he had you seeing stars. "F-fuck!!!! Coming! Fucking coming!" you cried as you emptied yourself deep into Jeongin.

"Make him cum." Han panted.

You reached around and took hold of Jeongin's long, hard cock and jerked him off until he released himself with a loud whine and painted the bedspread in his cum.

You wanted to pull out. Your eyes prickled with tears from the overstimulation.

"No. Stay in there until I cum." Han increased the pace and the ferocity of his thrusts. It made both you and Jeongin whimper. You were both being overstimulated that it was bordering painful.

How much longer? It was like Han was doing it on purpose. It seemed like he was on the brink of orgasm, then he'd slow right down. Then he'd start up again.

Jeongin could no longer stay up on all fours, collapsing into the bed. You collapsed on top of him, and Han held you down while he grunted and growled as he continued to fuck you.

"Please, Han." Jeongin sobbed.

"Shhh... you're being such good cocksluts. Let me keep playing." he laughed wickedly. "I love this ass. Don't want it to end just yet."

It felt like an eternity, but eventually, you felt Han spill himself deep inside you as he spilled praises about how good your hole is and how tight you were squeezing him.

The three of you were spent, sweaty, and reeking of sex. Words like "fuck", "so fucking good." were mumbled over and over as you tried to recover from the mind-blowing experience you'd just had.

A little bit of aftercare, a big drink to hydrate, and it was time to say your goodbyes.

"So Jeongin, you think you'll bottom again?" asked Han as he pulled his pants up.

"What, you wanna fuck my ass now?" he rolled his eyes.

"Maybe, but I like fucking this guy's ass." He reached out and squeezed your hand in his.

"Good, cos I like him fucking mine." Joengin grasped your other hand affectionately.

"So," Han turned to you. "You wanna do this again sometime?"

You looked to the two men. "Fuck. Yeah!"

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