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Alfred explains Timâs birthday to Jason and Damian in a cold, unfeeling manner. As if reciting a long-ago memorized quote rather than recounting a horrific thing done to a child.
Bruce sits there and does nothing.
Jason yells at both of them for it.
Bruce does nothing.
Damian stands up and tells Bruce that Tim is right and Bruce should have stopped Damian from trying to murder Tim. Damian didnât know better then, but he does now and he wishes Bruce had taught him sooner.
Bruce does nothing.
Jason and Damian lock eyes and nod. Then they leave together. They go to a restaurant - not the Thai one, but one across the street, and they sit in the window where Tim and Dick can see them. Jason and Damian take a selfie, caption it âfuck Bruce Wayne,â and send it to the group chat. When Cass, who missed this whole event, expresses confusion, Jason replies âTurns out B fucked us over more than we realized. He hurt Tim deeply. And Damian too. Tim via some REAL fucked bullshit, and Damian by not teaching him not to kill fast enough.â
Damian adds âI have regretted trying to kill Tim since the moment I saw the harm in it. I am upset at Father for refusing to stop me sooner. Tim has far more right to be upset about it than me, though.â
Dick pulls out his phone and reads the messages, turning to the boys across the street and giving them a small smile. Tim reads it too, but his expression remains blank.
Babs texts back a minute later, saying âhacked the manor cameras and watched what happened. Jason, good on you for screaming at Bruce. You shouldâve been far meaner about it, though. That was fucked UP of them to do it Tim.â
Timâs phone alone pings with a direct text a moment later, giving him the link to Jasonâs scream fest and telling him ânext time Bruce pulls something like that Iâm forcing my dad to adopt you instead of letting Bruce keep you.â
Bruce remains silent in the group chat too.
Jason and Damian are furiously typing. Tim glances at them across the street and sees it, and wonders what theyâre typing. He finds out when, half an hour later, the most beautifully written apologies heâs ever seen arrive in his text inbox. Tim analyzes the messages; the two clearly asked for help from Dinah on how to make the apology sincere because they didnât know how to say it. They even mention that they never said it before because they didnât know how, and they wouldâve tried if they realized how bad Tim was hurting about it. Jason says he was still calling Tim âreplacementâ as a joke at this point, and thought Tim knew. That heâll stop now. Damian says the same about the casual insults; he didnât know how else to act but sees how itâs wrong and will work harder on stopping.
Tim isnât ready to forgive them. He tells Dick as much, and Dick nods. âI get it,â he tells Tim. And realizing that the time is right to speak up, he finally apologizes for the âgiving away Robinâ incident. He tells Tim the truth; it was Alfred. He didnât know how to say it before now, not wanting to shatter his brotherâs view of their pseudo grandfather. But now? Now he knows he can say it. And he does. And still, even though itâs not on him, Dick apologizes.
Tim forgives Dick a lot faster.
Bruce still is silent in the group chat.
The meal ends, and Dick pays for him and Timâs food. Then, Tim walks across the street and walks up to the hostess stand. He doesnât speak to his brothers, but he hands over his card and asks to pick up their tab.
Itâs not forgiveness. Not by a long shot. But itâs a start.
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The bats, besides Batman, donât go out that night. They donât even return to the manor.
Bruce Wayne goes out to work the next day and Alfred goes out to get groceries. They come home to find themselves locked out with a note on the door that says âno jerks allowedâ in purple crayon.
Bruce nods and heads for a safe house instead, Alfred in tow. The two sit down and brainstorm. Within two hours, a car catalogue arrives at the manor, with a handwritten note that says âwhat we shouldâve given you for your sixteenth birthday. Pick any one you want, if you want.â
Tim burns it and sends Bruce a video of it burning.
Too little, too late.
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Jason comes up to Tim the next morning with a handwritten note. He gives it to him. It says âIOU literally any favor you ever want, as long as itâs not doing the dishesâ
Tim laughs and pockets it. He uses it an hour later to get Jason to come and get him the remote from two feet away, even though Jason was across the house. Jason does it. Tim smiles. Jason passed his test. Jason smiles. Tim took the step and was willing to ask.
Damian gives Tim a painting that evening. Heâd been working on it for months now, but finished it in a rush that day because it was needed now, not on Timâs birthday. Itâs a portrait of Tim and his team, smiling and laughing. Tim hangs it on the wall in his room with a smile.
That evening, since Alfred is still banished, Steph and Jason cook. Damian and Jason eat at the kitchen counter and serve the other three at the table. After a minute, Tim walks in, grabs their plates silently, and puts them at the end of the table. Not their normal spots, not across from him. But at the table nonetheless. Itâs a start.
The only bats on patrol that night are Batman and Spoiler. Gotham newspapers canât stop reporting on Batman being covered in purple glitter the next day. People keep asking what he did, especially since some reported hearing Spoiler shout âJustice! For Gotham!â as she pelted him with glitter bombs.
Cass returns from her away mission the next day. She breaks into Bruceâs safe house, says âIâm disappointed in you,â and leaves before he can say anything. She tries very hard not to laugh at the glitter still clinging to him as she does it. She comes home, gives Tim a massive hug, and refuses to leave his side for the rest of the day. She also hands him a small journal sheâd written. Sheâd kept observations of when her siblings were having a hard time, and sheâs marked instances showing how guilty Jason and Damian were feeling around Tim.
Knowing the apologies were sincere, Timâs leaning more towards forgiveness. Heâs not there yet. Not by a long shot. But he is more sure that theyâre genuinely remorseful.
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Tim goes on a mission with his team two days later. Kon mentions how Jason reached out to him to ask for advice in apologizing to Tim. Not realizing Jason had asked more than just Dinah, Tim smiles. At that, Kon also mentions that Jon said Damian asked him for help too. Knowing how hard asking for help is for Damian, Timâs soft smile widens further. The others ask whatâs up, and Tim tells his team.
Bart hears about the birthday thing and makes Tim a promise. If time travel shenanigans ever happen again, Tim can call Bart and ask him to verify them, and Bart will drop everything to check with the Speed Force. Tim appreciates it, and promises to call.
Cassie promises to punch Bruce the next time she sees him. Tim appreciates the thought but asks her not to.
Bruce receives a call the next day. Superman, Wonder Woman, and Flash have proposed a motion to put Batman on Justice League probation. If he cannot get his act together, he cannot be a league member.
Bruce protests the probation. He sends a message asking to be reinstated as a full member, saying this is a misunderstanding.
Black Canary calls him and verbally rips into him for THIS being the thing that gets him off his ass.
After she hangs up, she puts forward a motion to have other league members take over Batmanâs duties training the Gotham crew. They all agree, and Batman is removed as a mentor and emergency contact on League files.
Bruce calls to protest this too, even harder now. The league take turns yelling at him, having heard from their protĂ©gĂ©s about what happened this week in Gotham. He doesnât know how to respond. So he doesnât.
Dick gets assigned Superman as a mentor. Jason is assigned Wonder Woman as a mentor, to his delight. Cass gets Green Arrow to learn how to do distance fighting rather than just her short-range expertise. Tim is assigned to Flash because of his detective work pairing well with CSI work, which heâs okay with.
Damian, meanwhile, is assigned to Black Canary, who offers to train him in social situations rather than combat. He accepts enthusiastically after hearing her plan, telling her that he wishes someone had taught him sooner, saying how maybe he never wouldâve lost his brother Timâs love and trust if heâd had these lessons. He would have considered Tim a brother far sooner too. Tim, who Damian doesnât realize is in earshot, beams. Damian considers him a brother? Heâs never said that to him or around him before.
Their emergency contacts are all each other.
The League doesnât tell Bruce this, but his reinstatement depends on one thing and one thing only. Forgiveness from his children.
Every. Last. One of them.
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Soon, Bruce is allowed back into the manor, but none of the kids stay there. They decided they canât keep him out of the house, but they donât have to stay there. They also take all of their stuff out of the batcave, relocating it to Timâs safe house (with his permission).
Alfred, a week after Bruceâs banishment from the League and the day after he returns to the house, arrives at Timâs doorstep with a box of cookies and an apology. A good, sincere apology.
Tim doesnât forgive Alfred. But he does accept the cookies. And he does let Alfred drop by to hand over homemade dinners every once in a while.
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A gala rolls around. Everyone notices that none of Bruceâs kids are there. He claims theyâre all busy.
That excuse only works twice before people start asking questions.
At the third gala, Bruce shrugs and says nothing at all, brushing past the question. His kids have all been seen in public, just not with him, so rumors start to fly.
Dick, with his siblingâs permission, goes to a newspaper and gives an interview. He tells the paper that his siblings are all mad at Bruce over family drama and refuse to go to galas until itâs sorted because they didnât want to harm Bruceâs public image. Heâs still a good guy and the charity work he does is still important, Dick says. Bruce just needs to learn how to give proper apologies when he makes mistakes, especially big ones, and all of his kids are trying to teach him that lesson, hence them staying away from galas.
News spreads like wildfire. The city still loves Bruce, of course. But theyâre all aware that his parenting skills leave something to be desired. They start talking about the importance of mental health and teaching kids, especially boys, about vulnerability.
Bruce is proud of his city.
But he still hasnât spoken to his kids.
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Jason and Damian have gone above and beyond for Tim recently. Being the brothers he always wished theyâd be to him. He wishes heâd spoken up sooner. And they tell him that they wish theyâd gotten the kick in the pants theyâd needed to get their shit together sooner too.
Slowly but surely, he forgives them.
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Alfred is still on thin ice, but whenever Bruce is out of town, the family will go over to have a nice, Alfred-cooked meal.
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Itâs been three months since Tim spoke up for himself. Bruce still hasnât said a word to his kids. Heâs tried to send Tim gifts occasionally. Tim burns the letters and donates the gifts to charity.
Jason, Damian, Dick, and Cass refuse to speak to Bruce. On patrol, they steer clear of him. Babs warns Tim in comms if Batman is approaching so he can leave if he wants. He always does. The only time theyâve helped him is when he was about to die. Jason stepped in and killed all of the bad guys. He later told Tim that he made sure he was the one to save Bruce because he knew Bruce hated Jasonâs methods. Tim cackled at that.
Bruce doesnât go off the deep end like he did after Jasonâs death. He has learned that lesson, after all. But heâs not as efficient alone, especially since Babs wonât help him anymore either unless itâs life or death. He canât help but miss his gaggle of kids. In trying to keep part of his family close, Bruce lost all of his kids in the process. All because he never learned how to say âIâm sorry.â
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Six months have passed since Tim spoke up. Everyone in the family is closer. Except for Bruce. Heâs still not on the League roster, and theyâre doing fine without him; any time theyâve needed him, they call his kids instead. They donât like involving kids but refuse to let him return for his kidsâ sake. He keeps trying to get them ti let him come back. They keep telling him to put that energy towards fixing shit with his kids.
Jâonn eventually gets sick of it. He knows from seeing Bruceâs mind how much the man regrets it but also sees how much Bruce struggles with remorse. So he gets Clark to drag Bruce to the Kents. They spend a week teaching him how to parent, to apologize, to own up to his mistakes.
Meanwhile, Jâonn shows the Batkids how Bruce feels. Tim isnât ready to forgive Bruce. Damian is for his grievance with Bruce, because he knows that Bruce couldnât teach him what he didnât know how to teach. But he still wishes Bruce had recognized it and gotten help teaching it. But Damian holds out on forgiving Bruce until Timâs ready for it.
After a week with the Kents, they help him draft an apology. He canât bring himself to say it. He mails it to Tim instead. Tim sends Bruce a video of him burning the letter, same as always.
Timâs closer to ready to forgive Bruce. The letter was actually very sweet. But until Bruce can verbalize it, Tim wonât know heâs made enough mental progress to never pull that shit again. So heâs still holding out.
An apology without change is manipulation, after all.
Thatâs the breaking point for Bruce. He cries to Clark, saying how badly he fucked it up and crying about how much he misses his kids.
Clark lovingly tells him to get his shit together. Not to stop crying, mind you, but to let himself cry more. âGet your shit together and stop trying to hide from your emotions, Bruce,â he says. Bruce decides âfuck itâ and asks Dinah for therapy.
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After a month of therapy, heâs finally capable of it. He goes to Tim and offers a groveling apology. For everything, not just what Tim brought up. Bruce apologizes for his behavior after Jasonâs death. He apologizes for letting- no, making Tim feel unsafe in his own home. He apologizes for all of it.
Tim tells Bruce he doesnât forgive him, but this is a start. Bruce accepts that answer with grace, telling Tim heâll keep trying to make up for it. That helps Tim forgive him a bit more.
At the next Wayne gala, Tim attends. Bruce nearly cries from joy when he sees Tim walk into the room. âBruce finally learned how to apologize,â Tim tells the gala attendees who ask with a grin. âI went to therapy,â Bruce responds when people ask how he did it. Tim stays away from Bruce the whole night, but heâs there, and itâs a start. Bruce texts Tim to thank him for attending and for giving him another chance. He celebrates Timâs appearance in his next therapy appointment. Dinah congratulates him, but thereâs still more work to do. Bruce tells her heâs excited to do it. This is what he wants; what he needs.
Gothamâs mental health program gets a lot of funding from the Waynes and everyone starts getting invested in therapy, after people start learning how much it helped their beloved Bruce Wayne.
The following gala, all of Bruceâs kids (including Steph and Babs) are there. Bruce doesnât even mind when Steph pranks him or Jason glares at him from across the room. Theyâre there.
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Tim has forgiven his siblings; theyâve made an effort to make Tim feel like their brother, rather than their target.
Tim has forgiven Alfred; heâs continually apologized to Tim and insisted on helping Tim avoid Bruce until Bruce got his shit together.
Timâs still working on forgiving Bruce. But the more the man goes to therapy, the more he sees what he did wrong, and the harder he works to fix it. Not just with Tim, but with all of them.
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One year after Tim yelled at everyone, the family is whole again. They have a dinner with their old seating, and Tim is actually okay with it now. After all, those arenât his attempted murderers anymore. Those boys have made constant effort to be Timâs brothers, and theyâve earned that title.
Also, Bruce is allowed back on the JL, and insists on counseling for all of them. The JL agrees, seeing how it helped Batman.
Things may not be perfect. But no person ever doubts their place in the batfamily again, and no one harms another family member without instantly apologizing and making up for it.
Theyâre a family. Thanks to one little conversation.
"I'm angry at you" Tim forces out.
It's been a long time coming, the words that have been circling his mind for years. Rotting the back of his throat.
Jason is Bruce's son in a way that he will never be. It's just a simple fact.
Maybe he could have picked a different time maybe a family dinner wasn't the place, but he was the one that spent year's of his life having to dodge bullets and murder attempts. He had to spend month's in physical therapy after the tower.
The place he felt safe was ripped away because Jason who is traumatized he hasn't forgot that fact, decided to hunt him down and hurt him.
Maybe Robin isn't a child, but Tim Drake was.
He turns to Bruce who's face is of course blank he's the one who wants Jason here yet not an emotion in sight.
Turns back to look Jason in the eye the man who's sitting next to Damian sometimes he wonders if Alfred does it on purpose a way to remind Tim that his murderers will always have something he doesn't.
He will look him in the eye he will not falter today.
"I was a child, I should have never been the exception to your rule. Say what you will about Robin being something else but you didn't care about Robin you cared it was me"
Silence it's funny how comforting it can be.
"I should not have to sit at the same table as two of my attempted murderers and pretend that it's ok. You are both traumatized I understand that but it will never be an excuse for traumatizing me. I see the Red hood and Robin in my nightmares."
He turns to look at Dick who as always is to the right of him once again pointing to Alfred doing this seating on purpose.
"You are a hypocrite who has never shut up about drying but goes out his way to kill another Robin."
He sees Alfred step forward closer to Bruce he wonders what the point is will he say anything, not likely but why move he almost asks yet if he doesn't finish he never will.
"This was your home first it still is, but I have bled and given more than you will ever know to secure my place here. So Bruce I do not ever want to partnered with either one of them in the field. You or Dick are the only options. You will not argue with me this is me laying my boundaries which I am entitled to."
He stares at Alfred loosing the blank look to let some of the anger out. He wants him to know.
"You will also never again force me to sit at a dinner table across from them again. Whatever British Passive-Aggressive gesture this is. You have no right to do. I will never forgive you for my birthday."
Dick goes to interrupt he doesn't let him.
"Bruce and Alfred have my full permission to discuss the psychological torture they put me through as my birthday present. But from now on none of you get to treat me as if I am some replacement or placeholder. I am a person with feelings, I will not be treated like a doormat."
He makes eye contact with each of them Alfred, Bruce, Jason and Damian.
Before turning to Dick for the last part.
"You are the only person here who has never deliberately hurt me, your my brother and I love you. I want to spend more time with you and I am specifically requesting that you come with me when I leave this table. We can get dinner or hang out but I need you to leave with me."
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Bruce is speechless.
How did he do this, his child is sitting at his table trembling and he can't move.
His child who just spent ten minutes defending himself and he is doing nothing.
Dick interrupts what he can admit is a pity party.
"Your my brother, I will happily follow you to the ends of the earth and if we leave now we can go to the Thai place that you like."
He can't let them leave he has to say something.
Tell Tim that he loves him, that he can fix this that this isn't the end. That it matters but before he can there gone.
His boys leave.
His precious sons, one loyal to a fault and one hurt beyond measure and what did he do nothing.
What he always does nothing.
#Bruce and Alfred bashing#but they kinda deserve it tbh#look. Iâm a firm believer in the fact that Batman is not and should never be abusive#his whole thing is beating up abusers!#but for some fucking reason the writers have decided to make him a jerk to his kids#and so#here we are#for some reason writers write him as a shitty guy#so this exists now#Iâm either writing this or begging you to send me your version#also you know me I must give them a good ending#so enjoy some make it worse then make it better hurt/comfort content
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Birthday keroppi time B)
#screams#my birthday is next Friday holy shit I'm gonna be 25#can't believe its that time of year again#and not me blanking about what I want to get and do for my birthday#wtf could I ask for that I can't get or go do myself#anything I would want is out of the question because of expense (like a new pc. I still haven't gotten one)#I guess I could ask for pokemon legends arceus. I've been meaning to buy it but haven't been able to justify spending $60#on a game I might take my seeet ass time playing thru cause I hate using my switch lite (the screen is so fucking small its annoying)#but its an idea at least#as for what I want to do? man idk#we'll probably go to olive garden like most years which Im cool with#although nowadays my datemate and I go there often for dates (we were just there yesterday for instance)#but I love olive garden so I won't say no to going#maybe to that historical township thats a half hour drive away?#datemate and I were supposed to go today as part of my vacation#but he talked me out of it (like he does with most big trip plans I make đ)#the reason he did so it because its hot as balls today and sunny with a hogh uv index#we'd be outside for most of the trip and her reckons being in the heat will make him miserable and a killjoy#because he's heat sensitive. I am too so I can't really argue with him on that#so maybe it'll be cooler on the 15th so we can go#if not I don't really mind waiting til October because that township is better in the fall#but anyways those are the ideas I have rn#I'll probably ask for a pokemon plushie as a gift#I'd kill to get a new stufful plushie but those are rare and expensive thanks to scalpers#I'd be down to get another Vaporeon like my datemate bought me last year. or another of my favorites#Im not gonna be too picky this year even tho its a big birthday (my brain is fully developed)#because a lot of my birthdays turn out to be shit. last year was really nice tho#but I don't want to get my hopes up for anything and then be depressed that day like what often happens#so I will just be grateful to get some good tasting cake. that's literally the bare minimum of what I want without question#sam's rants about life
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IF I WAS A BAD BITCH, I'D WANNA Fâ
CK ME TOO! Â áá Â Â gojo satoru x female reader x (female?!) gojo satoruÂ
18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. established relationship. threesome featuring m & f gojo. dom! gojo(s), sub reader. bisexual reader. slight cnc/dubcon. marathon sex. fingering. voyeurism + cucking. spanking. humping. finger-sucking. the big three: praise, humiliation and degradation. jealousy-fueled and dare i say competitive sex. oral (f. giving & receiving, m. giving and receiving). p in v, creampies. hair-pulling. clit slapping. overstimulation, mind break. doggy (backshots woohoo!), chain link, tower bridge. lots of aftercare and a happy + crack ending (thank you flix)
happy (early) birthday to the honoured dick one. the strongest in bed. i know his birthday is in december but i needed u all to read this right now. so enjoy nine thousand three hundered words of filth, from me to you, with all the love possible <3. i wrote female gojo with @/owwllly's version in mind, so please show them your love xx this has been my fav threesome fic to write!! dedicated to my pookie daph aka @curtins - there will be a part two !! there will be a part two !! there will be a part two !!
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"so you're telling me... this happened because you couldnât mind your business?" you deadpan, arms crossed as you stare at two very identical gojo satoruâs in your living room. one of them is busy fiddling with infinity while the other is lounging on your couch like she owns the place â wolfcut, tight black turtleneck, and a smirk that could rival the original's arrogance.
âtechnically, i was minding my business,â the og gojo protests, leaning back against the wall with his usual, unbothered grin. âbaby, âs not my fault the curse decided to spice things up and give you, like, a bogo deal on me. you're welcome, by the way."
"bogo?" you repeat, staring at him blankly. "buy one, get one? 'toru, this isnât a trip to the mall â this is a problem."
âproblem?!â the female gojo pipes up, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. âbabe, this is a blessing. look at me â donât i just scream perfection?â she runs her hands dramatically down her torso, pausing to cup her very impressive pair of tits. âand these? way better than whatever heâs working with.â
âhey!â the og gojo snaps, looking genuinely offended for once. âmy pecs are great! theyâre sculpted by gods!â
âoh please.â she waves him off, smirking. âyou can bench press all ya want, but nothin' competes with these.â
you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache brewing. âgreat. now thereâs two of you and youâre already competing with each other. this is exactly what my therapist warned me about.â
"your therapist doesnât even know her," og gojo interjects, before muttering, "probably thinks i'm better."
âknows me?â the female gojo raises a brow, mimicking his exact tone. âhoney, i am you â just hotter and with better hair.â
âoh, please, my hair is iconic ââ
âonly âcuz i have it now ââ
âokay, shut up, both of you,â you groan, cutting through their bickering. âare we just ignoring the fact that this situation is insane? one of you is going to have to fix this. preferably him,â you gesture to your boyfriend, âbecause iâm sure as hell not trusting the version of you who discovered boobs for the first time an hour ago.â
"thatâs fair,â female gojo shrugs. âi got distracted for a good ten minutes.â
âten?â og gojo snorts. âplease, i bet youâre still distracted.â
âbetter than looking like an overgrown snow cone ââ
âthatâs it!â you snap, cutting them off again. âyouâre both sleeping on the floor until this gets fixed!â
they stare at you, identical smirks creeping onto their faces. the synchronization is downright creepy.
âwhat?â you snap.
âyou mean we canât sleep next to you?â female gojo teases, batting her eyelashes dramatically. âoh, baabbyy, donât be like that. weâll make it work. one on each side, warm and cozyâŠâ
âdream on!â you yell, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at both of them.
despite your protests, you eventually settle into bed, burying yourself under the covers in hopes that sleep will somehow make this bizarre situation feel a little less insane in the morning. your boyfriend is sulking on the couch â heâs got that kicked puppy look down to a science, complete with dramatic sighs and pointed glances your way every time he fluffs the pillow. you ignore him. you deserve this break.
or at least, you thought you did.
the bed dips behind you, and you freeze, already knowing who it is before she even opens her mouth.
âhey,â female gojo whispers conspiratorially, her voice a softer, almost sultry version of your boyfriendâs usual annoying tone. âgirlâs night, right? letâs talk about feelings and, like⊠skincare or whatever. isnât that what girls do?â
âgo back to the couch,â you mutter, trying not to sound as mortified as you feel.
âoh, come onnn,â she presses, shifting closer. âiâm technically you now. you, me, and him â weâre a team. solidarity and alla that.â
âteam or not, youâre still satoru,â you grumble, rolling over to glare at her. âand youâre supposed to be fixing this, not playing barbie dreamhouse with my sanity.â
she gasps, clutching her chest as though youâd just gravely insulted her. âbarbie dreamhouse? wow, honey, thatâs just rude.â
you sigh, already exhausted, and roll back over, resolutely closing your eyes. âgoodnight.â
except she doesnât leave.
instead, she shuffles even closer, slipping under the covers like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âwhat the hell are you doing?â you ask, voice muffled by your pillow.
âitâs called cuddling. girlhood, babe. embrace it.â
you groan, but itâs drowned out by the warmth of her pressing against your back, her arm draping over your waist like sheâs done this a hundred times before. the touch is familiar â too familiar â but also distinctly⊠different. softer, almost delicate, but with that same satoru confidence youâve grown used to.
youâre about to relax when â oh.
oh no.
thatâs definitely her tits pressing against you.
âseriously?â you mutter, feeling your face heat up as you shift uncomfortably.
âwhat?â she hums innocently, though you can practically hear the smirk in her tone. âtheyâre natural, by the way. in case you were wondering.â
you roll your eyes so hard they might fall out of your head. âget off me.â
ânah. youâre comfy.â
âyouâre unbelievable.â
âyou love it,â she whispers, cuddling closer, her breath warm against the back of your neck.
meanwhile, from the couch, your boyfriend groans dramatically. âwooww, guess iâm not needed anymore! donât mind me, just a lonely man being replaced by his better half!â
you groan louder this time, burying your face in the pillow. âi hate both of you.â
âyouâll get over it,â female gojo chirps.
youâre not so sure.
you drift into a restless sleep, but itâs not long before something â someone â pulls you back into a groggy haze. at first, you think itâs just the weight of her arm slung over your waist, the kind of innocent touch youâve grown used to from satoru, only now softer, smaller.Â
but then you feel it: nimble fingers ghosting the waistband of your shorts, brushing against your skin with maddening lightness.
your eyes snap open, and before you can twist around, you hear her chuckle â a low, almost predatory sound.
"eaasy, babe," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she burrows closer, her chest flush against your back. "donât wanna wake him, do you?"
your heart skips a beat, half from the sensation of her lips brushing the shell of your ear, half from the realization that your boyfriend is right down the hallway.
âwhat the hell are you doing?â you hiss, your voice barely audible, but it only makes her grin wider. you canât see it, but you can feel it in the way her teeth graze your neck, her nose nuzzling against your skin.
âjust havinâ a little fun,â she murmurs, her fingers dipping slightly lower, teasing. "youâre sooo uptight. âs cute."
âstop,â you whisper, though your voice lacks the conviction you wish it had. youâre painfully aware of every point of contact â her fingers, her chest pressed against you, the way her legs tangle with yours like sheâs been doing this forever.
âoh, come on,â she purrs, lips trailing a featherlight path up your neck. âyou can pretend to hate this allll ya want, but sheâs kinda telling a different story, babe.â
your breath catches as her fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, and you bite your lip to stifle a sound thatâs somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
âshhhhh,â she teases, her voice dripping with amusement. âdonât wanna wake him. imagine the tantrum heâd throw.â
â'toru,â you snap in a whisper, barely managing to keep your voice steady, âyouâre impossible.â
âshe is impossible,â she corrects smugly, emphasizing the distinction. âand you love it.â
you squirm, trying to shift away, but it only earns you a low chuckle and a firmer hold around your waist.
ârelax,â she coos, her fingers retreating just enough to drive you insane. ââm just here to keep ya company. whether that means getting a rise out of you or, yâknow... edginâ this pretty lilâ pussy for the rest of the night? your call.â
you swallow hard, caught between indignation and the way her touch sets your nerves on fire.
âmake your choice, babe,â she whispers, her voice playful but laced with a dangerous edge.
âjust try not to moan too loud. wouldnât wanna give him ideas.â
you close your eyes, torn between cursing her and praying she doesnât stop.
this night just got so much longer.
your brain is waging the ultimate war, a full-on battlefield of ethics versus⊠whatever this situation even is.
is it cheating if itâs your boyfriendâs hot female counterpart? technically, itâs still satoru, right? like, some weird multiverse loophole you could maybe rationalize later when guilt comes knocking.Â
but right now, the only thing knocking is your resolve, which is hanging by a thread as those nimble fingers dance along your clothed slit, teasing just enough to drive you to madness.
you bite down on your lip, a mix of frustration and need building as she leans in closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "youâre thinkinâ so loud, honey. wanna share with the class?â
âshut up,â you hiss, squirming as her fingers dip a little lower, just brushing the edge of your clothed clit.
she laughs softly, the sound rich and teasing, as if sheâs enjoying how much youâre struggling. âohhh, ya gonna give in, arenât cha?â she murmurs, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. âya so cute when youâre pretending to resist.â
your breathing hitches as she presses her palm against your clothed cunt, her fingers tracing delicate, torturous circles. itâs enough to make you curse the heavens for whatever cursed logic landed you here but also enough to make you moan softly despite yourself.
âfuck it,â you mutter under your breath, the words more to yourself than to her, and you stop fighting, letting her fingers dip inside your panties.
her grin is unmistakable â so much like satoruâs but with an edge of mischief thatâs uniquely her own. âthere she is,â she whispers, and her fingers find your clit, circling it with the kind of precision that makes your whole body tense.
âjesus christ,â you gasp, your hand shooting out to grip the sheets as she keeps her pace slow, deliberate, almost cruel in its teasing.
ânah,â she chuckles, her lips brushing against your neck, âjust satoru. but you can scream my name later if ya want.â
you stifle a groan, your mind racing between indignation and the hot, electric sensation pooling low in your stomach.
âcareful,â she teases, voice low and smug. âwouldnât wanna wake him, would you? unlessâŠâ she pauses, fingers pressing a little harder, â...you want him to watch.â
you choke on a mix of a gasp and a protest, twisting slightly to glare at her, but the sharp look youâre going for is lost in the haze of heat clouding your brain.
âyouâre the worst,â you manage to whisper, though it lacks any real bite.
âand yet, here you are,â she hums, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. âenjoying every second of it.â
sheâs not wrong, and that realization alone might kill you.
you never thought youâd find yourself in a situation like this â not that you were opposed to the idea. women were great, truly a gift to the world.
but how many people could say they were being finger fucked by their boyfriendâs female counterpart? it was such a specific, cursedly unique predicament that you almost wanted to laugh.
almost.
if you werenât too busy biting back a moan as her fingers worked you with an infuriating rhythm.
the obscene sounds were soft, but in the quiet of the room, they echoed like a symphony of sins youâd be reckoning with later. and when her other hand pressed against your lips, fingers tapping lightly, you didnât even hesitate.
you took them into your mouth, sucking with enough fervor to have her humming appreciatively behind you.
âoh, youâre full of surprises,â she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. her nails â surprisingly manicured and oddly elegant â scraped against your tongue, and you felt a shiver crawl down your spine. ânever took ya for someone with an oral fixation. should i be jealous of him?â
you glared up at her weakly, but it only made her grin grow wider.
âno need to get all pouty, baby,â she teased, pulling her hand away with a wet pop! before dragging her nails down the side of your face in mock affection. âyouâre already givin' me plenty of attention.â
âyouâre so full of yourself,â you muttered, your voice muffled by a moan as her fingers curled inside you just right, hitting a spot that made your legs tremble.
âand yet, here you are,â she countered smugly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. âsuckin' my fingers like youâre starved for it. but donât worry pretty, iâve got plenty to give.â
âoh my god,â you groaned, torn between mortification and the unbearable heat flooding your veins.
âclose enough,â she chuckled, her lips brushing against your ear as her fingers continued their relentless, torturous pace. âbut you can scream that louder later. just remember to keep it down for him, yeah? wouldnât wanna give him a heart attack.â
as if on cue, you heard your boyfriend shift on the couch down the hallway, groaning in his sleep.
her grin pressed against your skin, smug as ever. âlooks like weâre on a time limit. better make it count, babe.â
itâs almost like she wants to be caught.
you can feel it in the deliberate pace of her fingers, the smug curl of her lips pressed against your ear, and the way her voice dips just low enough to make you think sheâs daring him to walk in.
whatâs he gonna do, anyway? accuse you of cheating? on him?
with him?
the thoughtâs absurd, hilarious even, if not for the way your brain is too scrambled to dwell on it.
âyouâre so tense,â she purrs, her tone that perfect mix of teasing and filth, her fingers quickening their pace with a precision thatâs downright sinful. ârelax, ma. youâre doing so well fâme.â
âsh-shut up,â you hiss, though it lacks conviction, your voice shaky and edged with desperation. the familiar, blinding heat in your stomach coils tighter, threatening to snap as her movements grow more deliberate.
but she doesnât shut up â of course, she doesnât.
âawww, donât get shy on me now,â she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear as her lips ghost along your jawline. her words spill out like poison dipped in honey, filthy and deliberate.
âyouâre sooo close, arenât ya? can feel it, babe. youâre twitching around my fingers. think youâll cum before he wakes up?â
you choke on a whimper, your head spinning as her words sink deep into your hazy mind. the wet, obscene shlick, shlick sounds of her fingers working you only makes it worse, the sound bouncing off the walls and mocking any remaining shred of dignity you have left.
âdonât fight it,â she coos, nipping lightly at your earlobe. âyou wanna cum sooo bad. just do it, babe. be a good girl for me.â
the knot in your stomach pulls impossibly tight, her voice the final push as she angles her fingers just right, and youâre gone.
you tremble, your hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline as your release crashes through you in waves so intense that youâre outright whimpering. the sound spills out before you can bite it back, and she takes full advantage, her fingers slowing just enough to draw it out, prolonging your undoing.
âthaaatâs it,â she hums, satisfaction dripping from her voice. âgood girl.â
you gasp for air, your body slack against hers as she finally pulls her hand away, leaving you boneless and dazed.
âsee?â she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, her tone still annoyingly smug. âtold ya'd like it.â
before you can snap back, you hear a groan from the hallway â your boyfriend stirring on the couch.
âoops,â she whispers, her voice featherlight but laced with mischief as she leans closer to your ear. âthink he heard that?â
âË⥠â
gojo was not having it.
being sentenced to the couch while he â or she â got to hog your warmth? outrageous.
what kind of half-assed excuse was "girlâs night" anyway? he was the epitome of versatility! gender fluidity incarnate! hell, heâd rock a pair of heels better than most and still kick ass.
he rolled onto his back with a huff, staring at the ceiling and debating his next move.
screw it. he wasnât about to let himself â herself â win. this was his girlfriend, damn it.
with a frustrated groan, he dragged himself off the couch, trudging down the hallway. barefoot and irritated, he rehearsed what heâd say as he barged in, fully intent on dragging her ass out and reclaiming his rightful spot in your bed.
but the second he opened the door, all those thoughts evaporated.
his jaw dropped, his cerulean eyes widening behind the curtain of his disheveled hair.
there you were, his sweet, pliant girlfriend, lying there with your head tilted back, cheeks flushed, and lips wrapped around fem gojoâs fingers.
and the smell â fuck, the smell of you hung thick in the air, so sweet and heady it made his knees damn near buckle. it hit him like a freight train, and with it came a mix of emotions he couldnât even begin to untangle: shock, irritation, a twinge of jealousy, and, much to his own annoyance, arousal.
âare you serious right now?â his voice rang out, low and sharp, cutting through the quiet of the room.
you froze, your eyes snapping open as you turned to look at him. fem gojo, on the other hand, smirked, her fingers lazily slipping out of your mouth with an exaggerated pop!
âoh, hey,â she drawled, utterly unbothered by his presence. âtook ya long enough.â
âwhat the hell is this?â he gestured vaguely at the two of you, his gaze bouncing between your guilty expression and her smug one.
âgirlâs night,â she said matter-of-factly, her tone so casual it made his eye twitch.
âgirlâs night?â he repeated, his voice climbing an octave. âgirlâs night doesnât include ââ he waved his hands, â âwhatever this is!â
âreelaxx, dude,â she cooed, sitting up slightly but still keeping one possessive hand on your thigh. âyouâre overreacting.â
âoverreacting?!â
you flinched at his tone, but she didnât budge, only grinning wider.
âjealous, are we?â she teased, leaning back into the pillows like she owned the place. âdonât worry, thereâs plenty of her to go around.â
his jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. âyou think this is funny?â
âa little,â she admitted, cocking her head. âbut itâs fun when youâre mad.â
he stormed over to the bed, yanking the covers off with dramatic flair.
âget out,â he demanded, pointing toward the door.
âmake me,â she challenged, her grin growing downright wicked.
oh, that was it.
âfine,â he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. âyou wanna play games? letâs play.â
in one swift motion, he was crawling onto the bed, caging both of you in with his presence. his gaze flicked to you, burning and possessive, before turning back to her.
âyou started this,â he growled, âso you better keep up.â
she raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âoh, iâll keep up.â
you swallowed hard, caught between their clashing egos and the growing heat simmering between the three of you.
this was about to get very interesting.
his hand clamps around your neck before you can even register whatâs happening, yanking you into his lap like you weigh nothing. the surprised squeal that escapes your lips is muffled instantly as his mouth crashes onto yours in a kiss so sloppy, so overwhelming, it leaves you gasping. his tongue dominates yours, hot and unrelenting, and you barely have time to catch your breath before he pulls away, his next words like a slap to your dignity.
âyouâre such a fuckin' mess,â he growls, his free hand coming down sharply on your ass with a loud smack!, the sting sends a jolt through you, and your body involuntarily arches against him. âlettin' her get her hands allll over you like a desperate little slut.â
you whimper, the sound earning a low, derisive laugh from him as he lands another smack!, his hand squeezing the soft flesh just to watch it jiggle.
âyou like that, huh?â he sneers, his grip tightening around your neck just enough to make your head spin. âbet youâre fuckin' soaked, arenât cha? letting anyone whoâll touch you have a go. pathetic.â
ânot anyone,â fem gojo pipes up from her spot on the bed, her voice laced with amusement. âjust me. well, technically you. so youâve only got yourself to blame, babe.â
he shoots her a glare, his lips curling into a snarl, but she doesnât seem fazed in the slightest. in fact, she looks downright entertained, one hand lazily palming her tits through her shirt, her grin smug as she watches the scene unfold.
âdonât mind me,â she says, her tone light and teasing. ââm just enjoyin' the view. gotta say, though, youâve got good taste.â
you shudder at the low hum in her voice, your face burning as her gaze flicks to where your body presses against his, her smirk deepening.
âshut up,â he snaps, his hand sliding down to your hip to yank you harder against him. âthis is my show now.â
âoh, by all means,â she chuckles, leaning back on her elbows as her fingers toy her nipples. âdonât let me stop you. though, technically, this is still me giving her what she wants.â
he growls, his grip on you tightening as he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes narrowing. âyouâre mine,â he hisses, the words like a brand against your skin. âdoesnât matter what fucking form iâm in. you get that?â
you nod weakly, your body trembling as his other hand lands another sharp smack! to your ass, drawing a coo of delight from his female counterpart.
âgood,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours before claiming them again, rough and punishing.
ânow, letâs see if you can prove it.â
âoh, this is getting good,â fem gojo says with a delighted laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she settles in to watch the show â completely unbothered and clearly relishing every second of it.
âË⥠â
youâre losing it. outright losing it.
it was bad enough when gojo insisted on doing you in front of the mirror, forcing you to watch as he destroyed every last shred of your dignity.
but this? this was next level.
having someone else watch â and not just anyone, but the female version of him, sitting there with that same smug smirk plastered across her face as she enjoyed the show â this wasnât on your bingo card for the year.
and yet, you couldnât lie to yourself. the heat pooling between your legs was unmistakable, your slick soaking through the fabric of your panties and seeping onto his clothed crotch. the mess you were making was evident, each grind against him creating an obscene wet sound that seemed to echo in the room.
âoh, babe,â fem gojo moaned, her head tilting back as her hands finally slid under her shirt, teasing the plush swell of her chest. âare ya sure youâre not doin' this f'me? âcause this is better than any mirror show.â
âshut it,â male gojo snapped, his lips pulling away from yours, a string of spit connecting you as he shot her a glare. âyouâre lucky i havenât kicked your ass out yet.â
âplease,â she purred, rolling her nipples between her fingers with a soft moan, her smirk growing wider. âyouâre not kicking me out of anything. besides ââ her gaze flicked to you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, â â she doesnât seem to mind me being here. do you, pretty?â
you whimpered, the humiliation and arousal swirling together in a heady cocktail that made it impossible to think straight.
âanswer her,â male gojo growled, his hand sliding down to grab your ass, forcing you to grind harder against him. âor are you too dumb to use your words?â
âi â i ââ your voice broke into a soft moan, your hands clutching his shoulders for support as you buried your face in his neck, unable to meet her eyes.
âlook at you,â she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. âsuch a good girl, falling apart like that. and here i thought you were the composed one.â
âdonât get used to it,â male gojo bit out, yanking you back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark and commanding. âyouâre mine, got it? doesnât matter if itâs her or me watching. youâre still only ever gonna fall apart for me.â
âyouâre so possessive,â fem gojo teased, her voice laced with mockery as her hands continued their lazy exploration under her shirt. â's cute, honestly. but you canât deny itâs a little hot watching her fall apart like that.â
âyou really donât know when to shut up, do you?â he snapped, but the irritation in his voice was edged with something else, something darker, like her words were getting to him too.
âoh, i know when,â she said with a sultry grin, her fingers tweaking her nipples with a sharp intake of breath. âbut whereâs the fun in that?â
you gasped as his hips jerked up against you, the friction sending another wave of heat through your already overstimulated body.
âdonât get any ideas,â he growled, his attention snapping back to you, his grip tightening on your hips. âyouâre not done until i say you are.â
âgod,â fem gojo moaned softly, her hands sliding down her cunt as she watched you both. âif this is how you treat her in front of me, i canât imagine what youâre like when youâve got her all to yourself.â
her words only seemed to spur him on, his lips crashing into yours again, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before he pulled away just enough to whisper against your mouth.
âdonât worry,â he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. âweâll make sure she knows exactly what it feels like to belong to both of us.â
the promise in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and the look in fem gojoâs eyes made it clear she had no intention of being a passive observer for long.
clothes hit the floor â or in your case, were outright shredded by your boyfriendâs impatient hands. the sound of ripping fabric and your startled gasp barely registered over the muffled curses coming from fem gojo, who was too distracted fumbling with her own shirt, her needy arousal making her hands clumsy.
âdamn it,â she muttered under her breath, finally managing to toss her shirt aside. âyouâd think iâd be good at undressing myself by now.â
âcouldâve fooled me,â male gojo quipped with a sharp grin, not even glancing her way as he manhandled you into position. âi couldâve stripped you in two seconds flat.â
âyeah, yeah,â she shot back, rolling her eyes as her shorts hit the floor. âmaybe i wanted to take my time.â
he didnât reply. instead, his hands clamped down on your waist, and before you could even process what was happening, you found yourself being flung off his lap. you landed on your stomach, a surprised cry escaping your lips as your face ended up inches away from fem gojoâs already glistening cunt.
the sweet, heady scent of her arousal flooded your senses, making your head spin.
âoh?â she cooed, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs a little wider, her lips curving into a wicked smile. âis this your way of apologizing? putting her in prime position f'me?â
âshut up,â male gojo snapped, his voice sharp as his hands gripped your hips again, pulling them up so your ass was in the air. âsheâs here to learn who she belongs to.â
âsure,â fem gojo said, clearly unconvinced as her fingers trailed teasingly along the inside of her thighs. âand if she just so happens to learn how to make me feel good in the process, well, thatâs just a bonus, hm?â
you whimpered, your mind spinning as you tried to ground yourself, but the sharp snap of your boyfriendâs hips against you derailed every coherent thought.
âwhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â he hissed, his pace unrelenting as he pounded into you from behind. âya so quiet now. whereâs all that pretty whinin' you were doing earlier?â
âh-her mouthâs busy,â fem gojo chimed in with a laugh, her hand sliding into your hair to guide your face closer to her. âor at least, it should be. come on, ma. show me what ya got.â
you hesitated, your face burning with a mix of humiliation and arousal, but a sharp smack! on your ass from male gojo left you gasping.
âdonât keep her waiting,â he growled, jealousy dripping from every word as his nails dug into your skin. âyou were so eager to let her touch you before. letâs see how you like being used.â
âgod,â fem gojo moaned softly as your tongue tentatively flicked over her slick folds, the taste of her flooding your senses. âsheâs so good, isnât she?â
he scoffed, his thrusts growing harsher, each one making your body jolt forward against her. âsheâs good because i made her that way,â he bit out, his voice low and possessive. âdonât forget who she comes back to every night.â
âweâll see about that,â she teased, her fingers tightening in your hair as her hips rolled against your mouth. âif she keeps this up, she might be spending a few more nights with me instead.â
âover my dead body,â he snarled, his hand reaching around to toy with your clit, the rough circles of his fingers sending shockwaves through your body.
you whimpered against her, the vibrations drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips.
âoh, fuck,â she moaned, her head tilting back as her free hand slid up to tweak her nipple. âyouâre gonna make me cum, babe. keep goin' âdonât stop.â
male gojoâs hand tightened on your hip, his rhythm faltering slightly as he let out a low, guttural growl.
âsheâs not coming for you,â he spat, leaning down until his chest was flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear. âsheâs coming because of me.â
âwhatever you need to tell yourself,â fem gojo panted, her voice laced with amusement and ecstasy as her hips bucked against your face. âbut we both know who sheâs really falling apart for right now.â
your thoughts were spiraling. absolutely spiraling.
how the hell were you supposed to explain this?
my boyfriendâs giving me the most insane backshots of my life while iâm eating out the female version of him.
except⊠she wasnât just âhimâ anymore. she was her, right? so does that make her your girlfriend? was it cheating? was it some weird alternate-universe poly thing?
âugh, no time to think,â you muttered under your breath, your words muffled as you dragged your tongue along fem gojoâs slit.
âwhatâs that, sweetheart?â fem gojo purred, her hand tightening in your hair as her thighs quivered under your grip. âdonât stop on my account. youâre doing so good.â
âoh, donât stroke her ego,â male gojo snapped, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that had your entire body jolting forward, your face pressing impossibly closer to fem gojoâs dripping cunt. âsheâs not that good yet.â
âjealous much?â fem gojo teased, her voice lilting and smug as she rolled her hips against your mouth. âsheâs got me riiight on the edge, babe. maybe you should let her focus instead of barking orders like youâre the only one who matters here.â
âfocus?â he sneered, leaning down until his chest was pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. âsheâs too busy falling apart to focus. look at her â her hands are shaking.â
you whimpered at his words, your hands trembling as you tried your best to keep fem gojoâs thighs spread wide.
âawwww, baby,â she cooed, her fingers stroking your hair gently, a stark contrast to the vulgar praise spilling from her lips. âdonât listen to him. youâre doing amazing. so eager, so pliant â just like i knew youâd be.â
âpliant, huh?â male gojo growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. âis that what you think this is? you think sheâs here for you?â
âsheâs here for both of us,â fem gojo shot back, her smirk widening as she tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at her. âright, babe? tell him how much you like making me feel good.â
you tried to answer, but the words were swallowed up by a moan as male gojoâs hand snaked around to rub tight, merciless circles against your clit.
âshe doesnât have to say anything,â he said, his voice low and dark, laced with jealousy. âher bodyâs doing allll the talkin'. look at the mess sheâs making.â
âmaybe thatâs because youâre being so rough,â fem gojo said, rolling her eyes even as her thighs trembled against your face.
âor maybe ââ her voice dropped, dripping with faux sweetness as her smirk turned wicked, â â itâs 'cause she likes me better.â
that set him off.
with a low, guttural growl, he pulled you back sharply, forcing you to arch against him as he slammed into you with a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
âsay it,â he demanded, his voice rough as his fingers dug into your hips. âtell her who you belong to.â
âoh, donât make her choose,â fem gojo said, her tone mockingly sweet. âsheâs doin' so well for both of us. arenât cha, babe?â
you whimpered, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent response, and she laughed, low and sultry, her fingers sliding along your jaw to tilt your slick-covered face up.
âpoor thing,â she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. âdonât worry. you donât have to pick. weâll just take turns.â
male gojoâs hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to meet his blazing gaze.
âno,â he growled, his jealousy boiling over as his hips snapped against yours. âsheâs mine.â
âours,â fem gojo corrected, her voice smug as she ran her tongue along your flushed cheek, laughing when he snarled in response.
âdream on,â he spat, his possessiveness evident in every word, every movement, every sharp thrust.
and you? you were somewhere in the middle of it all, lost in the overwhelming heat of them, the push and pull of their jealousy, their praise, their relentless need to claim you.
âË⥠â
the room at two in the morning was a symphony of chaos and filth, the soundtrack of your life choices. gojoâs low muttering against his breath, some mix of cocky praise and jealous snarling, occasionally punctuated with a sharp smack! to your ass. your muffled whimpers and gasps as your face stayed buried between fem gojoâs legs, and her breathy, high-pitched praises as she tugged on your hair like she owned you.
âthaaatâs it, babe,â fem gojo cooed, her fingers tightening in your hair. âs'good f'me, arenât cha? suuccch a good girl.â
wait, hold on. fem gojo pulling your hair? wasnât that supposed to be a boyfriend gojo thing?
before your brain could unravel that disturbing yet arousing conundrum, she yanked hard, pulling your face impossibly closer. your nose pressed rudely against her clit, and the sudden pressure had her legs trembling around your head.
âoh â fuck, fuck, fuck,â she whimpered, her usually smug voice cracking as her hips bucked involuntarily.
and then it happened.
you barely had time to process her thighs clamping down around your ears, muffling everything but the obscene sounds of her unraveling. warm liquid gushed against your lips, your chin, even dribbling down your neck, as fem gojo outright squirted.
âoh my god,â you thought, frozen in shock even as your boyfriendâs hips snapped sharply into yours again, jarring you forward for what felt like the millionth time tonight.
âholy shit,â male gojo muttered, his voice equal parts awe and irritation as he caught sight of his counterpartâs unrestrained climax. âyou fuckin' squirted? thatâs my thing!â
fem gojo, still coming down from her high, let out a breathless laugh, her legs falling limp as she sprawled back on the bed.
âlooks like your girlâs a fast learner,â she teased, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
âlearner, my ass,â he shot back, a sharp thrust making you moan against fem gojoâs overstimulated folds. âi trained her to be this good.â
âuh-huh,â fem gojo drawled lazily, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair. âthen whyâd she just make me squirt first? sounds like sheâs got a natural talent you couldnât teach.â
âshut up,â he growled, his pace picking up as he slammed into you harder, clearly trying to reassert dominance.
you, meanwhile, were somewhere between mortification and pride.
first time eating someone out, and they squirted. that was definitely going on the mental highlight reel of your life â even if it was your boyfriendâs female counterpart.
you figured you might as well keep going with fem gojo. after all, your boyfriend had the stamina of a goddamn bull and a petty streak longer than your to-do list. no way he was letting you off easy after everything tonight.
lucky you, though â heâd also trained you well enough to cum at the same time as him. how lovely.
âŠignoring the fact that your current position was utterly humiliating. your back arched up so prettily, your face now smooshed between fem gojoâs outrageously, illegally hot rack.
âsuck,â she demanded, her voice dripping with the same playful authority you usually heard from your boyfriend, but with a distinctly feminine lilt that had you shivering.
âoh, donât act like youâre in charge,â gojo snapped from behind you, his thrusts growing sharper as if to punctuate his annoyance. âyouâre just here for the ride.â
âand youâre here throwing a tantrum,â fem gojo shot back, her smirk evident in her tone as her hands pressed you deeper into her chest. âyouâre the one that left her unsupervised.â
you barely registered their bickering. your head was swimming, lost in the overwhelming heat of fem gojoâs body and the relentless rhythm of your boyfriend behind you. your tongue flicked over her hardened nipple, drawing a satisfied gasp from her lips as she arched into you.
âgood giirrl,â fem gojo purred, her fingers threading through your hair again, keeping your face buried against her. âyouâre learning so fast.â
âdonât praise her for that!â gojo barked, his voice tinged with frustration even as he groaned, his hips snapping against yours. âsheâs mine, not yours, so quit actin' like ya got a claim on her!â
âif sheâs yours, then whyâs she so eager to listen to me?â fem gojo teased, her breath hitching as your tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple.
âyou wanna see who she listens to?â he growled, leaning over you as his hand snaked around your waist, his fingers circling your clit in quick, punishing strokes.
that did it. the tension coiling low in your stomach snapped, and you came with a muffled cry against fem gojoâs chest, your whole body trembling as pleasure washed over you.
at the same time, gojoâs hips stuttered against yours, his grip tightening as he groaned through gritted teeth, spilling into you with one last deep thrust.
the room fell silent except for your ragged breathing and fem gojoâs low chuckle as she trailed her fingers through your hair.
âaww,â she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. âlooks like we both won, huh?â
âwe?â gojo barked, glaring at her over your back. âyouâre lucky i didnât kick your ass out of this bed halfway through.â
âlucky?â she repeated, her smirk widening as she leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. âplease, babe. iâve got her attention. youâre just here to keep things interesting.â
gojo had had enough. sure, heâd made you see stars, made you fall apart on his dick like he always did. and yeah, heâd just had his own finish, but that didnât matter.
he was greedy. always greedy.
his icy blue eyes darted to fem gojo, still lounging smugly with that shit-eating grin plastered across her pretty face. oh, he hated seeing his own smugness reflected like that.
âalright,â he huffed, running a hand through his disheveled hair before cracking his neck. âyou wanna play games? fine. hold her for me.â
âoh?â fem gojo purred, clearly intrigued, though she raised an eyebrow. âwhatâs this now?â
âdonât ask questions, just do it,â he snapped, his tone sharp but impatient.
to your surprise â and maybe horror â fem gojo complied, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you back against her chest, locking you in place.
âgood,â gojo muttered, his gaze dropping to your already trembling body. his lips quirked into a devilish smirk as he cracked his knuckles.
ânow, sweetheart,â he said, his voice saccharine and low as he leaned down to meet your wide-eyed gaze, âyouâre gonna give me six more. f'good luck. for my six eyes. makes sense, right?â
âs-six?â you stammered, your voice barely audible as you squirmed in fem gojoâs hold.
âdonât pass out before number three, okay?â fem gojo chimed in, her breath tickling your ear as she pressed a playful kiss to your temple.
âoh, she wonât,â gojo assured her, his tone all cocky confidence as his fingers found your oversensitive clit, circling it slowly, almost mockingly. âiâve trained her too well for that.â
âyouâre insane,â you gasped, your voice breaking as his movements picked up, sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body.
âand you love it,â he shot back, grinning as your hips bucked involuntarily.
âsheâs already shakin',â fem gojo mused, her hands holding you firmly in place as you writhed in her grip. âthink she can even make it to six?â
âsheâll make it,â gojo said confidently, his fingers dipping lower to press inside you.
you let out a strangled moan, your body arching against fem gojo as she held you tighter.
âone down,â gojo teased as you convulsed around his fingers, your first orgasm ripping through you with humiliating ease.
âjust five more, baby,â fem gojo cooed, brushing her lips against your ear. âthink ya cunt can handle it?â
you didnât have the breath to answer, already lost in the haze of pleasure and anticipation as gojo smirked down at you.
âdonât worry,â he murmured, sliding his fingers out only to replace them with his cock, the stretch sending your mind reeling.
âweâve got allll night.â
âË⥠â
the first rays of the sun filtered into your room, casting soft golden streaks across the absolute battlefield that was your bed. clothes were long forgotten, scattered along with the remnants of your once-organized collection of sex toys â all strewn haphazardly on the mattress and floor, evidence of what youâd been subjected to.
but you couldnât exactly reflect on the mess, not when your mind was lost in the fog of overstimulation.
your body dangled limply in fem gojoâs strong, steady arms, her breath warm against your ear as she held you upright. your head lolled back against her shoulder, drool slipping from the corner of your lips as your boyfriend once again set a punishing rhythm with his hips.
âcâmon, sweetheart,â he drawled, his voice rough from hours of exertion but no less smug. âwhat number are we on now?â
you tried to answer, you really did, but all that came out was a broken, incoherent moan, your voice cracking as your legs trembled helplessly.
âwhat was that?â fem gojo teased, her laughter soft and melodic as she adjusted her grip on you, her fingers brushing over your slick, sweat-dampened skin. âi think she lost count. did we hit six or are we on nine?â
âdefinitely nine,â gojo declared, grinning as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. âbut she canât keep up. guess iâll just have to count for her.â
you whined, barely able to lift your arms, let alone argue.
âpoor thing,â fem gojo cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as her lips trailed along your neck. âbet her brainâs all mush now. arenât ya, pretty?â
you whimpered in response, your body shuddering as another wave of pleasure surged through you, leaving you gasping and clutching at fem gojoâs arms for support.
âlook at that,â your boyfriend said with a chuckle, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you closer. âsheâs still got some fight in her.â
âfor now,â fem gojo quipped, smirking as she nuzzled into your hair.
âbut i think weâve got her for a few more rounds before she taps out.â
âgood,â gojo muttered, his pace quickening as his grin widened. ââm not done yet.â
âË⥠â
you shouldâve known better. shouldâve known better than to assume fem gojo would let up.
sure, sheâd been lounging lazily for a while, playing her role as the smug spectator while her male counterpart relentlessly worked you over. but the thing about gojo â male or female â was that patience wasnât exactly their virtue.
âyâknow,â fem gojo began, her tone as sweet as honey but laced with mischief as she propped her chin on your shoulder, her lips brushing against your ear. âi think we should switch things up for the finale.â
âfinale?â you rasped, your voice hoarse and barely audible, every muscle in your body trembling from the sheer exertion.
âyeeaah, finale,â fem gojo purred, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thighs as she glanced up at her male counterpart, who raised a curious brow. âweâve been so focused on her. donât you think itâs time she gives you some love, hmm?â
gojo smirked, catching on immediately. âoh? youâre suggesting somethin'?â
âjust an idea,â she said with a shrug, though her grin was positively wicked. âhow about she thanks you properly? yâknow, with her mouth.â
your head snapped up weakly, eyes wide. âwait ââ
âshhhh, sweetheart,â fem gojo cooed, pressing a finger to your lips. ââs only fair, donât cha think? heâs worked so hard.â
âexactly,â gojo chimed in, already moving to position himself over you, his knees framing your chest as he settled on the bed. âyou should thank me.â
before you could protest â or muster the energy to protest â you felt fem gojoâs hands on your thighs, spreading them apart with ease.
âand while youâre doing that,â she murmured, her breath warm against your inner thighs as she lowered herself between them, âiâll take care of this pretty little cunt. sound good?â
you didnât even have the chance to respond before her tongue was on you, dragging a loong, languid stripe up your soaked folds that made your back arch off the bed.
âshit,â you gasped, your hands clutching at the pillows beneath your head as your boyfriend smirked down at you.
âopen up, sweetheart,â he said, his voice low and commanding as he cupped your jaw, guiding you to take him into your mouth.
you whimpered, your lips parting obediently as he slid inside, the weight of him on your tongue making your eyes flutter shut.
âthaaatâs it,â he praised, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate motions. âsuch a good girl f'me.â
beneath him, fem gojo was working you over with the precision of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. her tongue flicked against your clit, her lips wrapping around it to suck softly before diving back down, licking and lapping at you like a woman starved.
âgod, you taste so good,â she mumbled, her voice muffled against your folds as she gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place. âi could do this all day.â
your muffled moans vibrated around your boyfriendâs cock, making him groan as he tangled his fingers in your hair.
âfuck,â he hissed, his head falling back as his movements quickened. âyouâre gonna make me lose it, baby.â
the combination of sensations â the weight of your boyfriend in your mouth, the relentless pace of fem gojoâs tongue â was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once again.
âdonât pass out on us now,â fem gojo teased, her voice laced with amusement as she felt you clench around nothing, your body trembling violently. âyouâve got one more in you, donâtcha, sweetheart?â
you werenât sure how youâd survive this, but as your boyfriendâs groans grew louder and fem gojoâs ministrations became even more fervent, you realized there was no escaping it.
you were completely at their mercy, and god, you werenât sure if youâd ever recover.
the room was chaos, pure and utter chaos. the obscene mix of sounds â gojoâs low groans, your muffled gags, and fem gojoâs pleased hums â was almost too much for your fried brain to process.
you thought you were doing pretty well, honestly. your boyfriendâs usual sarcasm and taunting remarks had been steadily replaced by breathy curses and groans of approval.
âfuck, baby,â he muttered, his hand in your hair guiding you at a steady pace. âyouâre so damn good at this â shit, look at you, taking me so well ââ
you felt a flicker of pride at that, the kind that came with knowing you were completely wrecking him. but fem gojo? oh, she had other plans.
âaww, donât forget 'bout me,â she chimed, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned down, her breath warm against your oversensitive core. âcanât have you hogging all the fun, can we?â
before you could even process her words, her hand came down, a sharp slap! landing square on your clit.
the jolt of pleasure-pain tore a strangled sound from your throat â a sound that unfortunately turned into a gag as your body jerked in surprise, taking your boyfriend deeper than you ever had before.
âholy shit,â gojo choked out, his hips snapping forward instinctively as your throat spasmed around him. âfuck fuck fuck â wait! ââ
too late. the sudden sensation was too much for him to handle, and with a low, guttural groan, he came, hot and thick down your throat.
âgood â hah â girl,â he panted, his grip on your hair tightening as he rode out his high, his chest heaving. âgoddamn â youâre perfect.â
but you barely had time to process his words before your body betrayed you again. fem gojo had taken full advantage of your momentary distraction, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you right to the edge â and then push you right over it.
âthere it is,â she cooed as your thighs tensed around her head, her tongue still lapping at you eagerly. âgod, youâre so pretty when you lose it.â
and lose it, you did. with a loud cry muffled by the aftermath of your boyfriendâs climax, you came, harder than you ever had before. the intense wave of pleasure ripped through you, your slick gushing out in a way that left both you and fem gojo absolutely stunned.
âwell, well,â fem gojo murmured, pulling back just enough to wipe her soaked face with the back of her hand, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. âlooks like weâre even now, huh?â
gojoâs dazed expression quickly turned smug as he caught his breath, his hand still tangled in your hair. âa squirt for a squirt?â he quipped, his grin sharp as he looked between the two of you. ânot bad, sweetheart. iâm almost impressed.â
you groaned, your face burning as you buried it in the nearest pillow, both mortified and completely spent.
âaw, donât get shy now,â fem gojo teased, leaning down to press a kiss to your thigh. âyou did so well. maybe next time, iâll let you return the favor properly.â
ânext time?â you croaked, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
âof course,â she said with a wink, already sitting up and stretching like she hadnât just been part of the most insane night of your life. âyou donât think this is a one-time thing, do you?â
gojo groaned, flopping onto the bed beside you with a lazy grin. âoh, definitely not,â he said, brushing a hand through his hair. âyouâre stuck with both of us now, babe.â
and judging by the way they both looked at you â smug, teasing, and entirely too pleased with themselves â you knew you were in for a long ride.
you were done.
like, stick-a-fork-in-you done.
lying there in a dazed mess of tangled sheets and sore limbs, your legs were trembling so hard you swore you could start a minor earthquake. you didnât even have the strength to bat an eye as male gojo leaned over you, brushing away the strands of hair plastered to your forehead with an almost uncharacteristic tenderness.
âbaby, you good?â he asked, a rare note of genuine concern lacing his voice.
âdoes she look good to you?â fem gojo cut in, lounging nearby with a towel draped over her shoulder. she reached for your pussy tentatively, only for you to weakly swat her hand away.
âdonât you dare.â your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but it still made her chuckle.
ârelax, iâm just kidding!⊠mostly,â she added with a wink, settling back as male gojo shot her a glare.
âsheâs off-limits right now,â he said firmly, tossing a bottle of water onto the bed. âhere, drink. if she passes out, itâs your fault.â
you groaned, rolling your eyes but still accepting the water with shaky hands. âlike itâs just her fault,â you mumbled, earning a sheepish grin from him.
âyouâre right, babe,â he admitted, leaning in to kiss your forehead. âbut, câmon. twelve orgasms? i mean, thatâs a record, right? a feat of human engineering, honestly.â
fem gojo scoffed, sitting up to stretch. âplease, if i wasnât here, she wouldnât have made it past six. youâre welcome, by the way.â
âyouâre welcome for the stamina training i gave her,â he shot back, sticking out his tongue.
âboth of you, shut up,â you groaned, dragging the towel over your face. âmy entire body feels like jelly, and if one of you so much as breathes near me, iâm out the window.â
âsheâs spicy when sheâs exhausted,â fem gojo murmured with a smirk, tossing her head back dramatically. âfine, fine. iâll behave.â
for now.
male gojo wrapped an arm around your waist, gently pulling you against his chest as fem gojo slid in on your other side. âweâll take care of you,â he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âmmm,â was all you could muster, melting into his warmth despite yourself.
âyouâre amazing, yâknow that?â fem gojo whispered, brushing a hand over your hair. âan absolute goddess. weâre lucky to have you.â
you snorted weakly. âoh, now youâre sweet.â
âonly âcause you look like youâve been through a war,â she teased.
male gojo tightened his hold on you, his voice softening. âbut seriously, babe. if we went too far ââ
âyou think?â you interrupted, cracking open one eye to glare at him.
âokay, fair. but weâll make it up to you. promise.â
fem gojo hummed in agreement, already grabbing a nearby lotion bottle. âmassages, snacks, cuddles. whatever you need.â
and for once, they actually seemed serious. no teasing, no ulterior motives â just two ridiculously hot versions of your boyfriend determined to take care of you.
maybe having both of them wasnât so bad⊠as long as you kept fem gojoâs hands away from certain places.
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Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x f!reader
Genre: smut, fluff
warnings: sex tape, oral sex, dacryphilia, spitting, anal play, facial, praise kink, manhandling, unprotected sex/creampie, dom/brat dynamics (sir kink), sex toys, double penetration, spanking/clit slapping, dad cheol
Length: ~ 6.1k
Note: any complaints can be directed to @bitchlessdino for thinking cheol would be the type to film an amateur sex tape. ceremonial mention of @gyuswhore for beta reading and encouraging this tom foolery. also @wooahaeproductions and @millennial-fangirl t agging @wonustars @ugh-yoongi and @the-boy-meets-evil for more fun
summary: Your husband takes his birthday more seriously than anyone you know. When he's scheduled for a business trip across the country, forcing you two to celebrate apart for the first time in your entire relationship, you decide to get creative with his gifts this year. Can be read as a stand alone or a continuation of Freak Like Me!
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âI hate it,â your husband announces before collapsing on top of you.
Seungcheol is always pouting about something. Heâs dramatic by nature, a classic whiner. He does it for attention. Your attention.Â
 It is a business trip out of the country for two weeks. He hates it because his birthday is in the middle of it.Â
Since the dawn of your relationship, birthdays are spent naked in bed for hours followed by fancy dinners and gifts (despite your objection heâs all you need) and more domestic love making that left both of you sore for days.Â
This will be the first birthday in eight years youâll spend apart. And with how serious Seungcheol takes his birthday, itâs more devastating than the six months you spent long distance after college.
âI know, baby,â you coo. âWe can celebrate when you get home though. Go to that steakhouse downtown you like.â
âBut I want to spend it with you. I always spend it with you.â He shivers as you rake a hand through his hair, nails scratching just right to make him weak.
âOne birthday isnât gonna kill you. Promise.â
âYou donât know that. People die of broken hearts all the time.â
âOh my god,â you snort. âIâm not leaving you, youâre going away for two weeks. On a promotion trip you begged for.â
âWhat if I became a trophy husband?â
âYouâre too bougie for that. Weâd end up homeless.â
All of his complaints prove heâs unaware of your scheming. The second he shared the news, you set to work.
The guest list for a surprise barbecue two days before he flies out is confirmed; custom cufflinks heâd been planning to buy himself tucked away under extra sheets in the guest room; white lingerie thatâll remind him of your wedding night already in the mail, set to arrive while heâs gone to enjoy upon return.Â
But thereâs one thing for him to take on his trip. A consolation prize for missing each other on one of the most important days of the year (tied with your birthday and just above your anniversary).
Youâve taken videos and pictures of yourself in varying states of ruin for Seungcheolâs enjoyment. Heâs done the same. Flashes of his fist covered in cum in the dim light of his room back when you didnât cohabitate. Videos of him jerking off, rambling about all the things heâd do to you.
Heâs only ever admitted it once. A fantasy he keeps tucked away, bubbling just under the surface. Itâd been almost two years ago when drunkenness threw inhibitions to the wind (along with the way his cock stretched your throat) that Seungcheol, without much thought to the matter, admitted how badly he wanted to film it. Film you, mouth full of him, cum spilling across your lips, eyes watering.Â
Neither of you mentioned it again afterwards but the idea stayed firmly planted in your subconscious.Â
And what better occasion to make your on screen debut than your husbandâs birthday?
âI do have one ideaâŠto make up for you being gone.â You say, smoothing down the back of his shirt. âFor both of us, really.â
âAnd what is that Mrs. Choi?â
âI want you to fuck me.â
âOkay,â he huffs with amusement. âI can pencil that in.â
âI wasnât done yet.â You force him off your chest into a cushion, taking over the prime real estate of his lap. âI want to make a sex tape.â
âWhat?â
âSo you can watch it whenever you miss me during your trip.â
âBaby, you donât have tooââ
âI want to.â You nod. âHonestly more for me than you but I thought itâd be a nice birthday present.â
âAre you serious?â
âMhm.â
âShit, okay.â He takes a breath, calming down the need growing in his chest. âTonight?â
âNo, Iâve gotta get some stuff.â You kiss his neck just to tease him, chest to chest with a grind back into his crotch because heâs your husband and you can.
His chin tips back to give you space, fingers twitching at your waist thinking of all the possibilities. âWhat kind of stuff are we talking about?â
âItâs not a surprise if I tell you.â
âBut itâs for my birthday,â he argues.
âPerfect time for surprises then, isnât it?â You hop off him and beeline for the shower, his footsteps barely a second behind.
Based on aesthetics alone, youâd pass for one of those amatuer porn couples; you wrapped in Seungcheolâs favorite pair of panties sans bra, him half naked with sweatpants low on his waist. A lamp casts the room in a dull warm glow that you hope will soften the unforgiving quality of the camera.
Seungcheol is meticulous. If he had it his way then the professional grade camera he got for Christmas would be catching every minute detail but you draw the line at feeling too much like a porn star. Instead it's a cheap tripod you ordered online hastily and his phone.
Watching him focus so intently gets you hot; the flex of muscles from his fingers to the bare skin of his chest, hair falling in his face as he balances it on the chair dragged in from the dining room. Your pulse races while you model on the bed for him; testing every angle and position he directs you into with heat in your gaze.
âWe really should have done this sooner. Holy shit,â he mumbles.
âLooks good?â you ask over your shoulder, ass high in the air with a painful arch.
He grabs one of your cheeks with force, fingers digging into the curve and spreading you bare. âYou look amazing.â
âStop, you'll make me blush.â Empty words because you bend up at the waist, chest on show for later viewing.
âMy wife asked me to film a porno for my birthday. Iâll say whatever I want, thank you very much.â He palms whatever he can reach, tweaking your nipples until they ache into peaks.
âSpeaking of,â you sigh. âThereâs a few more surprises, birthday boy.â
âReally?âÂ
Popping up, you plant a lazy kiss to his mouth, licking lewd intentions across his teeth. âIn the top drawer of the dresser.â
Living alone means all the fun toys are kept in easy reach. The drawer is dedicated space for vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, paddles and whatever other random goodies collected over the years. So to have something not in your collection already makes him rush over to find out exactly what youâve been so secretive about the past few days.
Seungcheol pulls out the silver bag, approaching the bed once again before separating the tissue paper to find what's inside.
âAre you serious?â he asks.Â
Leather handcuffs dangle from his hold. Red with silver hardware. The kind with clips so he can tie you up anyway he wants. And maybe later, anyway you want to tie him up too.
âI am,â you smile, kissing across his chest. âThereâs more in there.â
He digs back in, easily finding the slip of red silk.
âBabeâŠâ he breaths.Â
You kiss away his next words, soft and indulgent; a gross amount of tongue that comes with years of partnership. Both of you get lost in it, hands roaming, warming from the inside out. Seungcheol sucks on that spot below your jaw, a handful of ass threatening to distract you from the original purpose of tonight.
âI want you to do whatever you want to me,â you whisper pathetically only for him to hear, already forgetting the camera a few feet away.
Nostrils flaring, he watches as you mouth down his front. âYou think I want to tie you up and blindfold you?â Heâs cocky now; plain on his face how much the idea turns him on.
You slip to your knees on the floor, palm molded to his cock already plumping at the idea. âI think you wanna show me who is in charge.âÂ
Seungcheol sizes up your offer. The way you look up at him with an innocent expression like you arenât mouthing over the tented crotch of his pants. âThen take my cock out like a good girl.â
You force his sweats down with eager glee as Seungcheol starts recording above. You're in your element between his thighs, a place you excel with minimal direction. With the ideas youâve planted in his head, you wonât have to do much to get him off.
Gentle kisses along his thighs make his stomach dip. âCan I use my mouth?â
âNot yet.â Seungcheol shakes. âYouâll taste it plenty later. Use your hand.â
You rub his cock with a spit slick grip, mouth watering for the familiar flavor of his spend promised later. The tip of his cock shines in the low light. Itâs quiet except for the dirty wet squelch and his already labored breath. You could get off to this alone. A hand between your thighs as you jerk him to completion until he paints your chest white. You suck your lip between your teeth at the thought.
âLook here.â Heâs holding his phone near his chin, recording the crazed gleam in your eye. The blindfold rests in his other hand, forcing it into your empty one. âPut it on.â
An easy command leaving you riddled with anticipation. Without vision, there's no telling what his next move is. Giving Seungcheol the power to do whatever he pleases. Every time youâve given him power, heâs made it worth your while and then some. Now wonât be different. He cups your face, thumb spreading your lips until you suck with a moan. And as quick as it came, the heat is gone.
Itâs replaced by the prod of his cock against your cheek. He slaps it against your chin, a hot wet trail against the seam of your lips you eagerly lick away once he moves again. His dick rubs across your face lazily, degrading and dirty. Just how you like it.
You kiss whatever comes in reach; the vein webbing the underside, the head, his balls. Anything heâll give you, youâll take.
âOpen your mouth.â Seungcheol taps it against your chin once again. He doesnât let you suck him in immediately, giving you an inch before moving away only to repeat the motion over again. âStick your tongue out.â
You do without hesitation, messy already. He forces the tip into the flat of it. A flood of his taste serving as a precursor until he gives you more.
You like to show off under normal circumstances and with a camera in the mix, youâre edged to the side of debauchery. Seungcheolâs cock is heavy on your tongue; an easy slide to the back of your throat with little resistance. You stroke him into your mouth, tongue lashing against the slit in the head. His thighs tense under your nails with a good choke before you pull off.
âLooks good?â You ask, hand replacing your mouth.
âFucking perfect.â Seungcheol guides you back down with a hand on the crown of your head. With new leverage comes more thrusts but you take each in stride. Precum mixes with spit, dribbling out the corners of your mouth and down your chin. âGod, so good to my cock. Feel so good like this.â
You make it sloppy, throat tightening in a loud gag. He hisses your name when you manage to take another inch from his praise. His weight sinks into your throat; holding there until you grow dizzy from lack of air.Â
âGonna cum,â he hisses. âWhere do you want it?â
âOn my face, come on my face.â You gasp for a quick breath before taking him again.Â
Heâs close, bucking into your mouth with renewed vigor from something so dirty. âWant me to cover your pretty face in my cum?â
The vibrations of your moan make his hips kick again. You bottom out with a choke, wet eyes hidden beneath silk. Another swallow, more tongue against the slit until he gives a shaky jerk.
âF-fuck, okay.â Seungcheol pulls himself away, fisting his length. âStick out your tongue again. Shit, shit.â
He goes for show rather than convenience, painting your chin and cheeks in messy streaks. At least your eyes are safe from any errant drips. You suck him back in, tongue collecting whatever stuck to the head.
âLook so pretty like this,â he coos, slapping his cock against your tongue with the last few drips.
Years together means Seungcheol knows your game. In the distraction of getting him off, you snuck a hand between your legs, rutting against it pathetically. He let you get away with it far too long not to notice and now youâll pay the price.
He kicks your thighs apart, leaving you without a hint of relief. A rough grip at the back of your neck pulls you away without warning. âYou touch yourself when I tell you to. Got that?âÂ
Even with cum cooling on your skin, you still want more. âSorry, sir.âÂ
A harsh exhale is all the warning you get before you're pulled to your feet. It doesnât last long. Bent over the mattress, you're prone to a swift slap against the back of your thigh. Predictable. You know exactly what that word does to him; how it drives him up the wall. The last time you called him âsirâ he made you come so many times you couldnât walk the next day.
âYouâre gonna be,â he threatens with another swat before wrestling your wrists together at the dip of your spine.Â
The cuffs link together easily. After testing their strength with a few gentle tugs, youâre left completely helpless to whatever your husband desires. Limp like a rag doll for his use. With the blindfold and the restraints, heâs got you at his mercy. It only drives you to act out more.
âAre you gonna spank me for being a bad girl, sir?â you goad, smile hidden in the sheets. A wiggle of your ass back into his hold to tease. Youâre punished with another sting on the opposite thigh, then another and another. Each knots your stomach as you whine from the burn. The thought of the camera catching you, bent over, tied up, and covered in cum makes your insides warm with need. âThatâs all you got?â
He answers with silence; a tense while he calculates. His hand squeezes across your heated skin, mindful of how much he gives you even when you challenge his authority like you werenât asking for it.
The sound of ripping fabric fills your ears. Cool air rushes against the seat of your ass. You brace for another slap, prepared for it on the round of your ass. But Seungcheol likes to keep you on your toes.
The impact stings your clit, thighs trembling because it hurts in the best way. His fingers stay flat to roughly work you into weak submission. You barely register the cold lube dripping between your cheeks to ease Seungcheolâs fingers easing at your entrance.Â
âThat's all you got?â he mocks. âI swear one of these days Iâm gonna fuck your throat until you canât talk back.â
Your breath hitches at he fucks you open with two fingers, an embarrassingly easy stretch. âCould do it right now.â
âIâve got other plans.â He rubs your insides raw, the sick squelch ringing in your ears. A calculating curl forces a twitch into your legs. All your weak spots are his playthings, until your nails bite into the meat of your palm from how well he works them.
âLike?â Your breath hitches with the next rush of his fingers. Even more when he spits on your hole and rubs the stiffness of his dick into the mess just to be nasty.
âNo point of the blindfold if I tell you everything anyway.âÂ
âSeungcheol.â You shudder as he wedges a third finger inside.
Heâs on his knees, chest hot against the back of your thighs, peppering soft kisses across your ass like heâs apologizing for the brand of his hand youâll certainly feel tomorrow. You reposition to take him; legs spread, thighs stained with arousal from anticipation. Palms push against your legs to stretch further and give the camera a good view.Â
The tear in your underwear gives him plenty of room to work with but heâs also a show off, putting all the muscles heâs worked so hard for to use by ripping the remaining lace clean off with rough enthusiasm. They fall slack around your knees.
âWish you could see how pretty your pussy looks spread around my fingers.âÂ
âI will when I watch this while you're gone.â
âGonna touch yourself to this? Seeing yourself get fucked?â His fingers hit that spot inside you. The one that punches air from your lungs and breaks you in half with limited coaxing.
âYeah, might huâshitâhump your pillow while I do it.â
Unlocking the cuffs, you sag in relief, straining muscles relaxing after being bound for so long. Seungcheol flips you on your back and locks them back in place over your stomach.Â
âFuck yourself on my face then. Show me how much you want it and Iâll let you come.â He bites, tongue flattening in time with the return of his fingers. The camera must be somewhere else. Probably back on the chair at the side of the bed.Â
You do as he asks; feet planted on the bed as you curl into the pleasure, humping his face. A staccato lap of his tongue gets you started, wearing against the stiffness of your clit. You arch into it, unperturbed by the ache across your body. Seungcheol latches tight; sucking until your vision spots.
âOh my god,â you hum; nerves fuzzy in your core from so much stimulation. He lets you grip a tight fist in his hair, keeping him still so you can ride his tongue.Â
âCome for me. All over my face like a good girl. Thatâs what you are right?â His fingers hit deeper. Gives you as much as you can possibly take. âMy good girl?â
âI am, Iâfuck, fuck. Yes, yes, yes!â Your orgasm rushes like a tsunami. It drowns you into utter silence, choked and shaking. You might fizzle away into nothing from the inside out. Seungcheol shoves your legs open to work you through it, dragging out every last inch until you kick at his stomach for a break. âOh my god.â
âGood?â He smirks, chuckling when you jump at a cruel lick at your clit.
âAsshole,â you knee him in the side without much bite, focusing on catching your breath.
He sucks a bruise into your thigh because he can, pulling away to admire his work before speaking again. âDone or do you wanna keep going?âÂ
âWant you to fuck me,â you sigh. The emptiness consumes your brain, making you impatient for what happens next.
He licks his way up your stomach, sucking a nipple between his teeth while the other grows sensitive between his fingers. âHow?â
Drawn out from your previous orgasm, sink pliant into the cushion of the mattress. âHowever you want.â
âWhat if I wanna fuck youâŠrightâŠhere.â His thumb digs into your asshole, wet with spit and the obscene accumulation of your own arousal.
âFuck, yes.â You nod pathetically. âFuck my ass.â
The sick bastard laughs at your desperation like it's a cruel joke. âNot tonight. Maybe next time Iâll take a video of you taking my cock in your ass and one of your dildos in that tight little pussy. Youâd like that wouldnât you?â
âYou can fuck my pussy with both right now.â
âYouâd want that?â His teeth bruise your nipple, hand dipping between your legs with no regard for your sensitivity. âGod, youâre nasty.âÂ
âIt'd be so hot,â you mumble. The jitters in your muscles havenât faded yet you're already hungry for more.Â
He leaves a kiss on your sternum before standing, footsteps padding against the floor towards the dresser. If he has any sense heâll grab the one that perfectly resembles his cock. What once was a dirty gift exchange gag gift, now his favorite toy to watch you get off with.
âYou sure?â
Heâs sweet. But you donât want him to be nice; you want him to dangle your pleasure in front of you and snatch it away when you get too close. âIâm pretty sure your phone is running out of space, so get to work big boy.â
When he comes back the blindfold is ripped away. Sweat beads on his forehead, hair wild, and skin pinked. Cock wet with a sticky mix of fluids, heavy against his thigh. Heâs sexy like this. Based on how crazed he looks, you can only imagine yourself. And now you have it all caught on video.
âHold this.â He shoves the phone into your grasp. âFilm yourself getting fucked.â
The dildo is soaked in more lube; obscenely so. Enough to ruin the sheets and maybe the mattress but it looks good on the screen as he works it inside you until the base is flush with your pelvis. On the brink of breaking apart from just a clone of his dick, he fucks you nice and slow with it. A tedious grind into the heat of your core. Insides tightening but still missing something.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â he grins, fingers wedging inside around the edges. If youâre planning to take two cocks, heâll make sure youâre prepped. âTapping out on me already? Havenât even put my cock in and youâre already whining.â
âFeels good.â You grit your teeth at his cockiness. This is for his birthday and if he wants you to be a pathetic mess for him, you indulge. âFuck me harder with it.â
âYeah? Imagine how itâll feel when I fuck you with both. Stuffed until you canât take it.â
âKiss me,â you whine. You need something to distract from the visual of being split on two cocks before you explode.Â
He does just that. A confusing mix of tender want compared to the vigor between your legs. Your hips grind on their own accord, tingling from his fingers torturing your clit in time.
âI love you,â Seungcheol sighs. âFuck yourself on it. Show me how good you take it, yeah?â
You rock your hips into it the best you can, fumbling to keep his mouth firm against your own. A lazy rut but he wonât complain after all youâve given him already.
The phone ends up back on the chair for now. Seungcheol doesnât bother making sure either of you are in frame, trusting that whatever is getting caught will be hot enough even if it's just the sounds of fried vocal cords and the wet slap of skin on skin.
âThink youâre ready?â
âMmm, give it to me. Let me feel your fat cock inside me.â
âYouâre so needy.âÂ
Your thighs begin to ache from being spread to accommodate him but itâs easily drowned out by the head of his cock breaching your entrance.
âOh,â you gasp. Itâs not something youâd ever be able to describe. A stretch bordering on pain but nothing more lube, Seungcheolâs patience, and some deep breathing canât fix.Â
âDoes it hurt?â
âNo, justâŠreally full. Wow.â You breathe, the pressure in your gut limiting everything to just this. Itâs not an easy slide like the dildo, itâs more than youâve ever felt. âGo slow, I can take it.â
He sinks deeper, another inch before stopping and pulling back out; restricted ruts making your teeth clench. You need a distraction. Something to keep your attention away from how uncomfortable it is. You want nothing more than to be stuffed as far as you can take it, but getting there might take a while.
And because your husband can always manage to read your mind, he flattens to your chest, mouth meeting your own in a dirty kiss that makes you blush more than the two cocks wedged inside you. âFeel good for you?â
âTight.âÂ
âIâm always tight,â you taunt.
âTighter. Wet too, fuck,â he grunts. A kick of his hips you're woefully unprepared for knocks you out of orbit. âLook so pretty taking my cock like this. Stuffed so full. So fucking tight.â
A punch to the gut from how deep his voice sounds. Seungcheol is better at keeping up the facade of nonchalance than you but itâs betrayed in the detail: shaky hands, red ears, glazed eyes.Â
âGod, youâre so big. Feel like youâre gonna tear me in half.â
âReally know how to treat a man, donât you?â he laughs, pained. âTell me what youâre thinking.â
âThinking about what you said earlier. Fucking my ass and my pussy at the same time.â
âYouâd like that?â Seungcheol pants driving a little bit deeper.
âYeah.â You melt in his hold. His cock in your ass is a special treat you like to indulge in whenever possible. âWe can film that too.â
He fucks you with calculated grinds; slow until you beg him not to be. This is for you as much as it is for him and Seungcheol will only enjoy it if you are too, even if his cock is being squeezed to death.
âIs it in all the way?â
âNot even close, babe.â He coos, a sticky lube covered thumb brushing your cheek. âRelax.â
âTake two dicks inside you and see how well you relax.â
âIâm not the cock champ here, am I?â
âJust touch me. Please.â He skates that same hand between your legs, gentle circles on your nub while sinking deeper and deeper. Your stomach caves when he adds more pressure. âFuck, right there.â
Itâs the permission he needs to spread you prone, knees up to your chest to give you more. âCan you keep touching yourself for me? Play with that pretty little pussy for me?âÂ
âYes, sir.â You rub weak circles on your clit, range of motion limited from the handcuffs.Â
He abandons his grip on the silicon to twist your nipple. âWatch it.â
âOr what?â
âSay it again and Iâll make you ride this dildo while I fuck your mouth again.â He grunts, nudging your cervix to remind whose mercy you're under.
âBut then you wonât get to see me take your hot load like a good girl.â You glow warmly with his choked expression.Â
âG-goodâgodâwhat kind of good girl talks about having her pussy filled?â
âThe kind that wants you to spit in her mouth,â you beg.Â
âThen stick your tongue out.â Heâs in a frenzy from how desperate you are. Thighs squeezing at the command, you do what he asks and are rewarded with the sick wet of his spit against the back of your throat.
You donât get a chance to ask for another round. Seungcheol flips you on your front, face to face with the camera lens. Two of his fingers, the ones that taste like your cunt, hook into your mouth. Sucking them deep, you lap against them like their his cock; eager for the camera to catch the depraved need to be used that only he can inspire.
âFeels good?â
âSo good,â you garble. âI love when you fuck me.â
âYeah? Pussy was made for me, wasnât it? All for me?â His voice jumps, cock twitching when you clench around him despite everything heâs giving you.
âAll for you.â
âGonna take my cum? Let me fill you up? That's what you want, donât you? To be my pretty little cum dump?â He bites your ear lobe, fisting the hair at the crown of your head when you fall forward. âLook at the camera, baby.â
Wild jerks of his hips manage to force you to take him deeper, the head of his cock nestled further into your walls. All you can manage is a pathetic whine in answer to his questions. âOh god, Seungcheol.â
He builds the pace, slow enough not to tear you in half but what he restrains in his rhythm he makes up for with harsh curls into the back of your throat. Each vein and ridge imprints into your core, more depravity.Â
You can feel it, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your skull; the ebb of another orgasm. Seungcheol sinks the full weight of his hips inside you, taking the chance to fuck you with the dildo instead.
The comforter greets your face, Seungcheol abandoning his grip on your hair to land another round of punishing swats on your ass. It takes everything in you to keep your head up, for you both to play back later and see how nasty you are for each other. You want your husband to know what you look like when he fucks you in half, how your eyes water and lip threatens to split under the clamp of your teeth.
âGonna cum,â he groans. His chest seals against your back, pathetic ruts into your stinging ass. It barely lasts. A ploy to grab the camera again for a cumshot. You let your face drop into the mattress, arching for the best view heâll ever get. âGonna ruin this pussy.âÂ
âDo it.âÂ
He removes the dildo, focusing on how you still manage to cling to his cock after being full for so long. It frees his hand to curl under your hip and pinch your clit until you scream. âWant you to come again. Come on my cock and Iâll give you what you want.âÂ
Thereâs no slow build. A sprint to the finish at the hands of your lover, you twitch in his hold, mind vacant except for what he asks. Nothing but the need to come on his cock. The wet echo of skin slapping as he fucks you harder now without the threat of breaking you.Â
âIâmâclose, fuck. Fuck!â You cry. Wetting his cock, you flail against the bed because Seungcheol is a cruel bastard that drags you so thin when youâre weak. A few more harsh drags on your clit, stomach sinking in half, and heâs letting you go. Itâs weaker than the first but enough for Seungcheol to give in.
âGonna cum for you,â he hisses, shivering. You milk him for all heâs worth. Taking the warm flood along your insides that keeps coming, each thrust gushing excess around the base of his cock.Â
He pulls out and you nearly sob. Itâs a vulnerable feeling to be empty after taking a beating to your pussy, one Seungcheol doeesnât let you marinate in because heâs still filming. And that means playing with the mess of your cunt while giving the camera a front row seat. A few thrust of the dildo coated in a sheen of your insides and cum has him cursing like nothing hotter has ever existed. You feel open and used, messy. âPush it out for me.â
Whatever trickles out, he fucks right back in. The aftershocks of your second orgasm numb it all. Like you're underwater and Seungcheol is at the surface. Muffled.
âOh my God, that was soâŠHoly shit.â He stops the recording and tosses his phone away. âYouâre incredible.â
âIf youâre trying to sweet talk me into another round, you need to do better.â
âI canât come again if I tried.â
âOuch,â you wince. âHurtful.â
âDrama queen,â he laughs. The kisses up your spine make up for the dig.
You hum into the ticklish sensation. âYou love it.â
âOf course I do, thatâs why I married you.âÂ
âAnd here I thought it was for my incredible cooking.â You slouch into the pillows, body finally sputtering to a halt. âI feel gross.â
âHappens when you're covered in cum and take two cocks. Give me ten minutes and weâll take a bath. The maintenance guy fixed the jets today.â
âOh, baby.â
You and Seungcheol fall asleep five minutes later, your face in the pillows and Seungcheolâs lips at your shoulder.
âIâm under the big sign that says âBuses.â Wait, I think I see you.â Seungcheolâs voice rings through the speaker as you scan the crowd
âStick your hand up. Okay, now wave it in the air. No, bigger. Make a âYâââ
âYouâre so annoying,â he barks as he opens the passenger door.
You ease back into traffic, his hand clasped in yours over the center console. âI didnât know having some harmless fun is a crime.âÂ
âIt is when Iâm tired and I missed you.â
âAw, poor baby,â you coo sarcastically. âI missed you too.â
The drive home is peaceful. Seungcheol kept you updated during his trip and vice versa. Even getting in the door of the house is done in lazy silence, your husband refusing to let you go more than a few feet away before drawing you back into his hold.Â
Tucked under the covers with your head on his chest, you crack; unable to keep his final birthday surprise a secret any longer.
âYou know, I have one more gift for your birthday.â
âBaby, I love you but I canât stay awake to fuck you. I promise I will in the morning.â
âNot that you perv. It's in the closet.â
âIt canât wait until morning?â he pleads, snuggling down to hide under your chin.Â
âNope.â
He gets up with a dramatic pout, shuffling to the closet for a gift wrapped boxed youâve had hidden since his birthday. âWhat is it?â
âOpen it.â
He shreds through the paper, tossing aside the lid. Each second has you worrying your lip. Itâs something you talked about extensively; in hypotheticals not realities. When youâd be ready. Itâs why you bought this house, why Seungcheolâs car has a high safety rating. Something youâd both been clear about wanting since the very beginning.
There wasnât an active effort but neither of you argued to use condoms again when your last pack of birth control ran out and the prescription went unfilled. You both carried on in silent agreement that whatever may happen will happen.
âBlueberries? You know we have a fridge to keep these in, right?â
âFruit doesnât belong in the fridge,â you shakily argue. âNow, read the note.â
âAt seven weeks your baby is about the size of a blueberry. Baby Choiâs eyes, nose, mouth, and ears are starting to look moreââ he trails off, jaw slack. âBaby Choi?â
You burn under his gaze, shy like the first time he said I love you all those years ago. âSurprise?â
âAre you serious?âÂ
He drops the fruit when you nod, no doubt spilling the fruit everywhere in his haste to kiss you. Itâs hard with both you beaming, cheeks round and burning. Kisses to your cheeks and chin and lips and nose like he canât believe itâs a real thing.Â
âIâm serious. Next week itâll be the size of a grape and have fingers.â You pat your belly gently, his own hand caught under yours and snaking beneath your pajamas. âWeird to think about.â
âOh my god.â He flushes. âHow did youâŠ?â
âHad a feeling while you were gone,â you admit. âOn your birthday actually.â
âReally?â Heâs staring at your stomach. You arenât showing but since youâve found out you canât stop looking in the mirror for a change. Thatâs probably what heâs doing right now. Looking for those signs of proof that will start coming sooner than later.
âYeah, I took like five tests in the grocery store bathroom to be sure.â
He doesnât speak for a while, regarding you with silent awe. His cheek rests flat against your belly. There's a squeeze of your hand while his eyes sink shut to settle into the news. âWeâre gonna be parents.â
âYeah,â you smile. âMy boobs are supposed to start getting bigger soon.â
âI thought something was different.â
âProbably the lack of sleep from your big ass baby.â
âOur big ass baby,â He corrects. âIs it too early to start decorating the spare room?âÂ
âIt literally doesnât even have a face right now.âÂ
Seungcheol kisses your navel, lips moving across the skin. âYour mommy is so mean to me. I think youâd be beautiful even if you donât have a face.â
A week of knowledge, the initial anxiety youâd bottled up in effort to make sure heâs the first person you told (not including your gyno) starts to spill out. âWe can do this, right? Youâre ready?â
His head pops up, eyes softening as he meets yours. âThere is no one in the world Iâd rather do this with.â
âMe either.â
âBest birthday present ever.â
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Dpxdc demon siblings au prompt
So standard demon twin/sibling setup where after dying for dissapointing Ras Danny is thrown into the pit where he doesn't surface. Damian mourns his brother but never tells the bat's at first because it's to painful but then because he doesn't want to cause his family pain with the knowledge that they have a brother/son/grandson respectively. (I personally like Danny being the older one in this whether it's just the first born twin or he's a couple years older is up to you all)
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So we cut to an older Damian as Robin and the batfam are fighting a exiled member of the League of assassins who wants revenge on something Ras did and decide that they will hurt Damian to hurt Ras.
So this exile uses a magical ritual to summon the ghosts of every assassin Ras turned on and killed (its a lot of them) so the bat's are not able to stop the ritual in time because they couldn't get a skilled enough magic user to Gotham in time (is there some other threat? Just out of contact? Performing at little Jimmy's birthday party? Who knows.)
So the bat's are getting what anti ghost gear they can (nth metal weapons magic doodads whatever) when the last and most powerful ghost is pulled through. Damian freezes because he knows that face, he's older and he has an unnatural glow, but Damian will never forget his brother.
The exile is laughing taunting the Bats about the dead son come for revenge on his brother who betrayed him Damian is emotionally distraught crying, apologizing, telling his brother that they tried to bring him back but the pit took him from them.
The other bat's are freaking out in their own way because holy shit this is true?! Meanwhile Danny is staring silently at Damian face completely blank. While the feral ghosts of the assassins are trying to break out of the summoning circle.
One ghost manages to find a crack from where it was weakening from the thousands of ghosts trying to break it and rushes to attack Damian who is too distracted and too far from the others to react. He throws himself back scrambling for his sword as the assassins lunges forward to rip his heart out with his bare hands.
Yet as is seems he's about to meet his doom the assassin jerks to a stop before his momentum is reversed and he's thrown back into the circle. Everything is silent because the one who saved Damian was his own brother who was not even slowed by the magical protection (because he's half ghost not that anyone knows this but him)
The insane assassin starts going on about clearly his betrayed brother has decided that only he is worthy of striking down the heir to the demon. Except as he's mid monolog a ice knife is thrown into his leg missing all the arteries but causing a lot of pain. Then Danny speaks.
"I never blamed you little brother. Now dry those tears and Al-Ghul never shows weakness to an enemy."
As he says this for the first time since he's summoned Danny no longer has that blank face instead he has the most affection filled smile you can imagine while he wipes his brothers tears before he turns to the massive swarm of ghosts.
"Any who would seek to hurt my brother must first go through me, The Phantom, Pariah's bane, keeper of Balance and guardian of the mortal realms, but if you think you can take me by all means just do me a favor, let some other poor sap try first."
Now if the ghosts heed his warning or not is up to you if they do then Danny just opens a portal to the ghost zone for them to flee into, if not then he proceeds to beat the unliving shit out of them before tossing them through a portal anyway.
After everything is said and done Danny goes over to Damian talking about how proud he is to see him growing into such a good person and how it's so wonderful to see him again after all these years. Just really heartwarming stuff there's hugs Dick is crying into Jason's shoulder everything.
Then Danny says it's time for him to go he can't stay forever. Damian is upset saying he can't lose him right after he gets him back. Danny then laughs and says..
"This isn't a goodbye Damian it's just a see you later, I promise we'll see each other again before you know it."
And the batfamily are all crying thinking this is him saying that he'll be waiting in the after life for Damian. Before he goes through the portal closing it behind him
The bat's all handle the clean up and police for the crime scene before returning to the manor and getting explanations from Damian.
After all that the family come together to make a shrine to their departed brother with Damian being the last one to walk away to get some sleep.
The next morning everyone feels lighter with this secret no longer between them as they chat and laugh as they get ready for breakfast.
As they are all sat together ready to eat one of Damians siblings asks if there are any pleasant memories about Danyal Damian wants to share and Damain decides to tell a carefully edited version of one of their escapades (conveniently leaving out that he was responsible for the situation in the first place) only right as he finishes a voice chimes in.
"That's not how I remember it little brother." And standing there leaning against a wall is Danny himself.
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â đđ ËâĄ. â KATSUKU BAKUGOU. setting powder.
about. whilst getting ready to meet your new boyfriendâs extended family â you learn that he knows a thing or two about doing makeup.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up to 20s, enemies to lovers, meeting the family, new relationships, brief mention of injury and hospitals, reader wears makeup and dresses, pro hero!bakugou, nurse/doctor!reader.
âweâre gonna be late, sweetheart.â
leaning against the door frame, bakugou crosses his arms over his chest â his perfect lips pulled into a suave smirk as he watches you finish your makeup for tonight.
âwhaâŠhuh? you said i had twenty minutes?â youâre still half dressed, your boyfriendâs baggy hoodie from an old merch collection draped over your sweet little dress to protect it from your foundation, your hair is tied back and away from your face so it doesnât get in the way and though youâre still trying to blend your cream blush in with one of those sponge things â katsuki thinks youâre the most adorable thing in the entire world.
pushing himself off the door frame, he sits behind you on the bed â still watching you work at the vanity whilst he fixes the cuffs of his dress shirt. âthat was twenty minutes ago,â the blonde rasps affectionately and grasps your at your jewellery laid out on the bed. the rough pad of his thumb traces over the âKâ on the silver heart locket heâd gotten you for your birthday before he undoes the clasp and places the chain around your neck â being mindful of your hair in the process. âyâsaid youâd be done by then.â
you catch your boyfriendâs vermillion stare in the reflection of your mirror â his subtle smile when he sees his initials dangling from your neck. it feels you with warmth to know that no matter what, katsuki will always find you beautiful and will always love you. even with how chaotic your makeup looks when half done. âi think i spent too long in the shower ân underestimated how long this look would take,â you sigh, reaching for your lip gloss next. youâll have to put it in your purse, do your lips in the car. âdo you think theyâll mind if weâre any later than this?â
âmy parents wonât. neither will inko. deku â i mean â izuku will, but heâll pretend he ainât bothered,â bakugou prattles down the list, making a note of tonightâs attendees. it was tradition that the bakugous and the midoriyas had a monthly dinner together, it had been going on since the two pro heroes were children. only now, their partners were invited since they were family too. family included you.
you hadnât gone to U.A and you certainly didnât know katsuki until he became an up and coming pro hero. the first time heâd saved you, by the sidewalk of the hospital you worked at, you thought he was brutish and stuck up. youâd hated him and heâd hated you. but over time, and more frequent trips to A&E after saving civilians or sometimes after being wounded in villain attacks â youâd come to appreciate bakugouâs brooding personality and observant nature.
heâd come to like you too. how much you cared for others and wanted to make the world a better place. you reminded him a little bit of izuku, in a strange way.
so one night when you were on call, katsuki brought you flowers instead of a stomach wound that needed stitches and youâd given him a kiss instead of berating him about being careful, over vanilla and chocolate pudding cups from the hospital cafeteria.
signing impatiently, you bring katsuki back to present day. âi wanted to make a good impression on your aunty and on your best friend,â rubbing your arm nervously, you cast your gaze over the mess on your vanity â expensive products splayed across them in organised chaos.
âyou will. theyâre gonna love you. they already do,â bakugou stands behind you now, rough palms smoothing over your shoulders. âizuku says youâve made me less bitchy at work. whatever the fuck that means.â
you giggle, eyes sparkling in delight as you look at the blonde in the mirror. âreally?â
âreally,â he nods sheepishly. the way you look at him makes him feel so loved. itâs new to him. nice to him. ânow, whaddya need help with sâwe can hurry up ân hit the road.â
you begin to ramble on, perking up at the idea of katsuki helping with the rest of your routine.âwell⊠iâve done my lashes, my eyes, my base and blush⊠i can do lips in the car. aside from putting on earrings and fixing my hair all i need is to set my face withââ
âsettinâ powder,â bakugou grabs the little pot from your vanity as if he knew where it was all along, picking up a little face cushion as well as he prepares to get to work. âgot it.â he dips the cushion into the translucent powder, rubbing the excess off on the back of his hand before leaning in real close to dab at the areas he thinks you need it. like your t-zone.
your boyfriendâs touch is like magic on your face, perfectly setting your makeup while making you feel like a pampered princess. âwho taught you how to do this?â comes your shy mumble, his proximity to your face causing you to grow flustered and squirm in your seat. âh-how are you so good at it?â
âkeep still, iâll be finished faster if yâstop squirminâ sweetheart. donât wanna mess up what youâve done already,â pausing his actions, katsuki gives you a toothy smirk â revelling in how bashful youâve become under his touch while he helps you with your makeup. ââŠgrew up behind the scenes of fashion shows ân shoots. so i picked up a thing or two i wanted to make sure i could still do it so i watched a couple of videos on it too. ân i noticedâŠyou always put so much time ân effort into your makeup. wanted to help make the process easier for you.â
you feel as though you could melt at katsukiâs kind words and gesture as he dabs at your face a little more â tongue caught between the tips of his pearly white teeth as he sticks it out in concentration. heâs so cute it makes you want to scream. âyouâre sweet,â you coo appreciatively, stilling yourself to let him finish before he pulls back â satisfied with his work. âi love you.â
itâs not the first time youâve said it to one another, but the three words are still new to the both of you. âi uhâŠi love you more,â a pink, rosey hue rises on the surface of bakugouâs tanned skin and his red, loving eyes dart away from your face bashfully. ââm gonna get your shoes ân jacket ready by the door while that sits. donât forget your settinâ spray after you brush that shit off â oh ân donât take my hoodie off until youâve done that. donât wanna ruin your dress, kay?â
âokay,â you respond fondly, hiding your smile at his very specific instructions. âiâll be down in a minute.â
katsuki nods hesitantly, standing up as he gathers your belongings and outerwear â ready to load them up in the car, when he suddenly pauses in place. âyou look beautiful tonight, sweetness. you always do.â he adds as one last parting message, before disappearing down the hall.
leaving you wondering how you ever lucked out with such a man. one whoâs not only kind and gentle and loving, but a pro hero and a makeup artist at that.
ê° end. â all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Jimin fic recs 2024 đ„ł
Itâs Jiminâs birthday, and of course I havenât forgotten! And even though Iâm not doing my monthly rec lists anymore, Iâd still love and hope to make recs on each memberâs birthday at least đ«¶
Therefore, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jimin stories that Iâve read this past year (2023-2024)đ Have I recommended these before? Yes. But I will not stop screaming about these stories because they are so fucking amazing!! I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing âš All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart đ„čđ„ł
âMost of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.âÂ
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their facesđ Letâs share and give lots of love!
Looking for more to read? Check âThe Libraryâ, last years Jimin recs or last years recs đ
[index] â jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (đ) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |
Emoji meaning â angst = đ©ïž, smut = đ„”, fluff = đ„°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đ», fantasy = đȘ.Â
âThe Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // đđđđ„°
đ as a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.
đšïž this is just so fucking hilarious, donât get me started. I laughed from beginning to end đ And itâs still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like âš Iâve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I donât want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, itâs one of my faves.
âThe Airport Couple: Park Jiminâs Cock[pit] @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // đđ„°đ„”
đtalk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. Itâs synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things donât go south⊠literally.Â
đšïž I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do âš It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles đ„č Itâs also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites đ
âCouchsurfer @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // đ„”đ„°
đ this was left intentionally blank đ«„
đšïž omg this was so fucking good! First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though itâs short and one night they spend together đ„č the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it âš itâs insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty đ„” I canât tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn đ„” this is so fucking good, please donât sleep on the this beauty đ Normally, Iâm not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good! Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE đ âš
âThe Devil in His Details @johobi [9.2K] // pjm x f.reader // college!au // đ„”
đ evil comes in many forms. In this instance, itâs a 5âČ8âł pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And youâre the form you want him to come in.
đšïž I am MIND BLOWN đ€Żđ„” This is one of the dirtiest, filthiest fics Iâve EVER read. Like itâs in the top five, if not even top three! đ€€ It was fucking perfection, the writing, fucking amazing, the dynamic/tension between Jimin and OCâFuck. GOLD. Abso-fucking-lutely one of the very best fanfics Iâve read âš
âGo Go @inkjam-moon [9.2K] // pjm x f.reader // best friend!au // đ„”đ„°
đ Jiminâs been your best friend since you were little; but coming from a rich family heâs paid for everything, and he doesnât realize that it hurts you when you canât pay him back for all the presents and vacations. When he becomes CEO of his own successful company, it gets worse because he promised to always take care of you, but when secrets come out on the night of your graduation from university, will Jimin be able to keep his promise?
đšïž this was so fucking sweet đ„č đ their friendship is so precious, and the way that they ended up waiting so many fucking years before telling each other about their feelings for each other đ„č almost pulled them apart đ really beautiful âš
âOui @pixieknj [2.1K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ almost getting caught with your boyfriendâŠ
đšïž this was so good! Short and sweet âš
âPeaches and Cream @snackhobi [9.1k]Â // pjm x f.reader // neighbor!au // đ„”
đ you wouldnât mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls werenât so thin and b) he didnât seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.Â
đšïž IâLL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK AT PEACHES THE SAME WAY AGAIN đ„” Thank you very much, this was so fucking hot I think Iâm malfunctioning. And now, Iâve time Iâll eat a peach, or watch other people eat peachesâ Iâll forever think of this story đ„”âš
âOur âGet Alongâ Shirt @dreamyjoons [14.2k]Â // pjm x f.reader // e2l // đ„”
đ another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. Itâs never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.
đšïž JFHKJSFKSDJDHâ This was so fucking hilarious đ The sexual tension between them was SO HIGH đ„” and when they finally snapped, oh dear God, it was so good! And the whole shit concept, so hilarious and their banter đ AND THE SWEAT??? Iâm weak okay!! So freaking good, I loved it so much and Namjoon and the rest of the gang were just priceless. Jin at the end had me laughing so hard đ€
âJust a Taste @yoonieper [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // vampire!au, established relationship // đ„”đ©ïžđ
đ they said having a relationship with a human wasnât a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didnât know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. Thatâs at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a droughtâŠ.
đšïž FUCK đ This was so fucking good I donât even know where to begin??? The story in itself was so extremely good, whaaat. And Jimin was so nice, and their love for each other, so fucking pure đ This was an emotional rollercoaster and I fucking loved everything about it đ and the smut, God, it was so goodâ I donât know what to say đ And then at the ending, the angst, fuck, I was so afraid if it was going to end just like that, but I was so glad that they found each other again đ This is a new favorite of mine, so good, it was slightly sad at times, like angsty, but the love that the have for each other, FUCK. So so fucking incredible đ Donât mind all the crying, itâs happy tears, I promise đ Also, itâs mostly told in Jiminâs POV, which I just freaking love and it makes the story so good!!!
âHigh on Love @peachypinkygloss [6.4k]Â // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, racer!jimin // đ„”
đ Jimin has once again won a race and he takes you out on a ride for the night, taking dangerous but very exciting risks. He should have expected that the rush of adrenaline in your body always turns you into a horny mess.
đšïž I am just BLOWN AWAY by the ficâ holy molly, was it dirty? Yes! Needy? Yes! Cute? Yes! Oh and the car racing, love, love, love! Like, everything in this. And the smut đ„”đ„”đ„” I mean, it was so dirt and needy (yes I know Iâm using the same words, lol), but FUCK. Incredible! Another ont to add to my faves âš And a big bonus for the phone messages, because that was fucking hot too!!! đ„”
âThe Ten Days of Ex-Mas: pt1 + pt2 @kpopfanfictrash [44.6k] // pjm x f.reader // holiday!au, second chance!au, hockey!au, exes to loves // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend youâre still dating â and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.
đšïž okay. Okay. Okay. *deep calm breaths* âTHIS IS SO INCREDIBLY GOOD, I truly donât know where to begin! The plot? The hurt/anger? Their chemistry? Their sexiness? Fuck, like everything in this is making it a beautiful masterpiece đ I really love how each of them thinks about what happened with their relationship, are working to get better, though Jimin should have been honest about his intentions for the trip, everything was just so fucking amazing đ I really loved the aspect of self reflection, seeking therapy, working through it and all thatâ really payed of for the characters! Loved it, it was so good đ
âThe Pitfalls of Silk + drabble @ctrlhope [20k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // đ„°đ„”đđȘ
đ the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before youâ tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same.Â
đšïž I truly donât know where to begin with this oneâ damn. It was so fucking amazing!! The world building and writing was perfect and the tension and how their relationship built over time too. Everything is just so exceptional!!! đ And the smut, holy shitâ đ„” Iâm lost for words đ And their dialogues and thoughts, having both of the povs mixed together just made it so amazing đ I really loved it and this is another clear new one to add to my favorites đđ
âThe Group Project @noona-la-la-la [8k]Â // pjm x f.reader x kth // roommate!au + threesome // đ„”
đ Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.
đšïž fuck this was so GOOD!!! Best friend Tae đ It was so freaking hot and sinful, like????? Jimin watching them, and then Tae just being best friend ever at the end đ„” Also, the dialogues were so fucking good! I really loved everything in this đ
âJust a Little Bit of Love (is all you really need) @gukyi [4.5k]Â // pjm x f.reader // s2l, gymnastics/dancer!au // đ„°
đ jiminâs something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add.Â
đšïž this is so freaking cute and sweet đ€đ„č Itâs completely SFW, and so so good!Â
âCherry Blossoms @chateautae [12k] // pjm x f.reader // magic!au, mentor!jimin // đ„°đ„”đ©ïžđȘ
đ despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the schoolâs chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic universityâs top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of artâfucking.
đšïž omg đ perfection?? That is what this was! The story and plot is cool and cohesive, the dynamic between MC and Jimin, damn it was hot! She doesnât really believe in herself, but he believes in her, and tries to get her to see her own potential đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č Cute! But then it gets filthy! And hot! Thereâs rain!!!! Thereâs smut in the rain! What more can I ask for?? âš It was just amazing! I loved it! Also all the magic, MCâs ability and then Jiminâs magic! Theyâre almost a contrast to each other, which I also really like! This is hands down one of my all time favorites!!! đâš
âBlooming Days @bluekyun [15.3k] // pjm x f.reader // university!au, bf2l, pregnancy!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”đ
đ a typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever?
đšïž ahhhh this was so cute, lovely, fluffy and funny! It was also sprinkled with a bit of angst that made me tear up and scared for a moment đ„ș but the ending was happy đ„° I really loved it đ
âNever Falling + Forever Falling + Free Falling @yoonia [21k + 30.5k + 22k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, workplace!au, assistant!reader // đ©ïžđ„”
đ for Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
đšïž this has been on my trl for forever, and then, it was only a one-shot, so color me pleased and pleasantly surprised to find out that this is now a freaking trilogy đ€Żâš I loved everything in it, and itâs so fucking amazingâ if you have not already read it, you are certainly missing out! This is definitely one of my all time favorites đ
âEldorado @smoochkooks [38k] // pjm x f.reader // gold diggers!au, e2l, slowburn, adventure!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”
đ not all that glitters is gold but you, qualified gold digger, carrying on your back immense experience acquired all around the globe, came to the city of el paso del conte with one goal in your mind: to hit the jackpot of the eldorado of Texas. and nothing, no tragedies and adversities will stop you from pursuing it. but in every fairytale-like, too-good-to-be-true story, thereâs a catch. this time, it comes in the name of park jimin, annoyingly handsome archeologist, your sworn enemy and biggest rival.Â
đšïž this has been on my trl list for some many fucking years đ well, I finally got to read it! And it was amazing, it was so fucking funny! Filled with witty banter, jokes and stereotypical jokes đ World building was so good too! And the smut? Fire đ„” I really loved it đ
This is my little corner with my own ficsâ I donât write that much anymore (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You donât have to, itâs up to you of course đ„°
âComing Home (series; completed) [44k] // pjm x f. reader // childhood bf2l, trauma/healing // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°đđ»đ
đ when your best friend, Park Jimin, who youâve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you donât hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?
đšïž this is actually the first story I posted on my blog, and the first fanfic I managed to finish writing in ten fucking years. It will forever have a special place in my heart, but please be aware of the very triggering themes in it, okay?
âThe Winter Collection (series; completed) [16.8k] // pjm x f. reader // e2l // đ„”đ
đ you donât know how you ended up here. Stuck with your mortal enemy, Park Jimin, in you car â in a fucking snowstorm.
đšïž this is a collection of one shots that is with the same couple in the same universe (which is a series đ). Itâs basically just a crack fic.Â
âMy Heartâs Home (series; completed) [237.6k] // pjm x f. reader // childhood bf2l, ranch!au, cowboy!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°đ
đ youâd never thought youâd step foot back at the ranchâ a place you used to call home a long time ago. When you are forced to go back, reconcile with your sister and a certain childhood friend that you had long forgotten, will sparks reunite?
đšïž this is a very, very, very long story lol đ It is en extreme emotional roller-coaster, but itâs really worth it. Itâs also inspired by the amazing show McLeodâs Daughters đ„°
âLast Night in Magic Shop [12.5k] // pjm x f. reader // s2l, one night stand, vampire!au // đ„”đȘ
đ you find yourself down at the local club, Magic Shop, because your best friend feels like your lovelife is dry as ice. You did not plan on meeting a handsome stranger, who moves his body like an angel, but speaks like the devil. Feeling like he might match your nasty needs, you take him home, enjoying an unforgettable night filled with pleasure.
đšïž my first vampire story! Itâs just a silly thing.Â
âWhalien52 [10.6k] // pjm x f. reader // kittygang!jimin, apocalyptic, survival, dystopian // đ©ïžđ„”đ»
đ youâve been working for the New World Order as an assassin for years, guarding secrets without batting an eye or asking questions. But when a striking pink haired man shows up at the headquarters stealing information, he makes you question everything. With all of humanity at stake, what will you do?Â
đšïž this one is actually part of a Yoongi series, but this is a stand-alone one shot, but itâs within the same universe as âEnd of The Worldâ.
I have a few more Jimin stories that I didnât list here, but these are my faves. I have written for most of the other members tooâyou can check out my masterlist here [link] đ
And as a something little extra, hereâs a few fics that I havenât had the time to read yet, but damn Iâm buzzing to get to read them:
In Flagrante Delicto @hisunshiine
Off the Grid (series; completed) @xpeachesncream
Ho-Ho-Home (series; completed) @jjungkookislife
Fairytail @gukyi
Menace (series; completed) @eoieopda
The Misadventures List (series; ongoing/discontinued) @kimvvantae
All Fervent Manner @yoonia
Blue Kamikaze @gguksgalaxy
The Ocean @dovechim
Dreaded Neighbors (series; completed) @99liners
Happy birthday my soulmate, Park Jimin!!!! đ„łđâš
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PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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Kentoâs bathroom was nice, and it was also nice the last time you sat on the edge of his bathtub, hungover.Â
You stared at the drying white patch on the bottom of your dress and fought the urge to break out into uncontrollable laughter.Â
It was hilarious, it shouldnât have been, but it was. This whole situation was starting to dawn on you; Kento Nanami, no matter how tall and how stoic and sneakily flirty he was, was a virginâa virgin who was trusting you to be the calm and collected one. Running to the bathroom after having him release on you isnât painting the image of a calm and collected person.
Opting for a calmer approach, you changed out of your dress first and threw on his shirt. It was black and oversized, with the words âMetallicaâ written in big white letters.
Metallica? He didnât seem like the type.
When you opened your door, you were half surprised not to see Kento standing at your door waiting to usher you back into the kitchen, but he was nowhere to be seen. Walking down the dimly lit hallway and back into the living room, it was empty, with no sign of the blonde anywhere. You made sure to step over the rug and look over the couch to see Kento setting up the dinner table.
Candles lit and food already set down, Kento walked around the table, fussing over every last detail. It was cute to watch from a distance. You approached slowly and quietly, stopping once you were close enough to watch but far enough not to be detected. He hummed along to some jazz song that played in the background.
âCan I sit down, or should I keep watching you shift the cutlery to the right and then the left again?â You smiled at him, stepping into the warm yellowish candlelight. Its soft scent hugged your body and filled your nose.
âI donât knowâŠâ Kento looked up at you, âI quite like my view right now. Maybe Iâll make you stand here for the rest of the night as I eat.â
âYou wouldnât be so cruel, Mr. Nanami.â
âI just might.â
Kento took your hand and led you to your spot. You were across from each other at the ends of the table.Â
âSo Metallica?â
âDonât seem like the type, do I?â
âNot in the slightest.â You laughed.
âWas very antisocial in high school.â
âMore so than now?â Kento nodded before continuing,
âIt was comical how bad it was. Anyways, my lack of want to socialize, along with wired earphones and a lock on my door, I found solace in music, loud, loud music.
Long story short, he was a big emo kid who swore that his life was not just a phase.â
âAwe. I was a big Orchestra nerd, Cello first chair, Always.â
âOf course you were.â
âI look like an Orchestra kid?â
âNo, you look like the type to be perfect at everything.â
âYou flatter me, Mr. Nanami.â
âDonât let it go to your pretty head.â
âYou think I am pretty?â you asked, taking another bite of the food, holding back the urge to moan at the taste.
Nanami didnât answer immediately, taking a slow sip at his wine as he held your stare.Â
âYou have no idea what I think about you.â You couldnât look away even if you wanted to; it was like he dared you to break it first to give in. Kento was pulling you in each direction. Did he want you to take the lead, or did he want you to give in? Something in his eyes, a glimmer of defiance.Â
Take the lead, it is.
âEat your food, Kento.â You said, a small smile painted on your face as it was your turn to take a long swig at your drink. The red wine slipped down your throat and warmed your stomach. Â
âI think you should do the same, Y/N. I canât have you drinking on an empty stomach.â You laughed under your breath, taking a bite out of your food, watching as he followed along, only eating when you did.
Soon, nothing was on your plate and an almost empty wine cup.
âCome to the couch and bring the bottle with you, Kento.â Standing up, you didnât wait to see if he had followed your order; you heard the quiet sound of his steps tracking behind you.
Sitting across from you, Nanami Kento looked on, a proud man.Â
âWhat do you want from me, Mr. Nanami?â Fear tightened its grip on your heart, uncertainty casting a shadow over your thoughts. You were both grown adults; there was no need to beat around the bush. Casual relationships were a familiar territory for you, but they always left someone hurt. Was Kento looking to be serious, or were you just a pawn in his game of manhood? A person must satisfy his desires and boast about them to Satoru. No matter how much you wanted to belive he wasnât like that, he could be that type.Â
âI am a virgin.â
âAs we have previously established.â
âI like you, but I am a virgin.â He took a deep breath before continuing. His eyes not on you fully. âI want to please you. I want to give you what others also could. But Iâ I donât know how.â
âKento⊠We donât have to jump straight into the sex. It can wait.â
âI donât want to wait. I want you to teach me.â
âTeach you?âÂ
âYes. So tell me what you want, and teach me how to do it. Iâll be good for you; Iâll be so so good if you give me time to learn.â
âYou want me to teach you?â
His head nodded rapidly as he inched closer to you, and now on your thigh, ghosting over your damp-clothed cunt.
âFuck.â You whispered under your breath.
âIs that what you want? Me to fuck you?â His head fell into your neck, panting as his hand pressed against your pussy.Â
You shook your heads at his words. You did want him to fuck you, but your head became less and less there as his fingers rubbed you over your panties.Â
âNo? you donât want me to fuck you?â He was teasing you. Mocking you.
âKento.â You warned him as you pressed yourself into his hand more.
âY/N.â He mirrored.
 âI want you to make me cum.â
âTeach me.â He whispered against your skin. Hands tugging at your panties until they ripped. He discarded the wet fabric on his rug and kept his attention on you. More so, your aching cunt. With one thick finger now inside you, you writhed against him.
âTell me what to do, Y/N.â He demanded.
âPump in and out.â He nodded, watching your face as you let yourself be taken by the pleasure.Â
âOh fuck, Kento. More. More Please More now.â You grasped his hair, tugging it back slightly as you moved your hips in time with his digit.Â
âAnother one?â
âYes, God Y-Yes.âÂ
With another finger in you now, your whines and moans became more consistent as he forced them out of you.
âCurl your fingers up. Kento.â
He didnât even verbally respond. He was too busy moaning at you, moaning as if your pleasure was just as much his as it was yours.
His head was already nuzzled in your neck. He took a long stripe at your jugular as his fingers made a come here motion inside you.Â
You were a mess, moaning and panting. It was like he was pulling pleasure from you on a string. His breath felt hot against you, and in between the groans of pleasure he received, grinding into your words so high pitched, so whiney they couldnât have possibly been from him. But they were.
âTeach me.â A bite to your neck and a groan followed. You could barely breathe, let alone process his words to you.
âI am teaching you.â You slurred through a honeyed tongue.Â
âTeach meâ, He repeated, licking over his previous bite. âPlease, Y/N. Show me how to make you cum,â
âY-You, are already doingâ Fuck!â It was too much; you tried, but the words failed you. Your sentences became nothing but incoherent babbles,Â
âI thought you said you wanted me to make you cum,â Kento removed his fingers, taking them to his mouth, âSo Teach me, Y/N.â
He raised your hips until your legs sat over his shoulders and mouth hovering outside of your wet entrance. He took a greedy stripe at your cunt; slowly, with so much pressure, a broken sob escaped you. It was a single lick, and he pulled away immediately, not before moaning at your taste.
âPlease,â he begged over and over as he continued to force your hips against him.
âTeach me.â He licked again. This time, no moan left you. Despite your mouth being wide open in the shape of an âOâ, You didnât make a single sound. Your body convulsed, and you came all over his chin.
âTeach me,â Kento demanded one last time. And you nodded mindlessly along to his words, and Kento had cum again, just from the sight of you.
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âBend over and be a good girl.â
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Ya i need to punish Dr. Seraph for ruining my plans/ripping my hero suit. Clothes are very expensive these days :(
So we tear his off and pound into him :3 !! ^^ â€ïžâ€ïžđŻđŻđđđ„đ„
Sub Yandere villain sidekick x Top GN hero reader
CW: NSFW, doggy style, top reader and slight teasing
So I got carried away and ended up writing around 1K words of smutâŠ
Just like last time the reader is GN, itâs vague enough so you can choose if the reader has a dick or a strap-on.
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âDo you know how much it costs to make a superhero suit? And donât even get me started on the anonymous fees!â
Real frustration could be heard in your voice as the unpleasant memories of dealing with your supplier came to mind. But you swiftly chased them away to focus back on the man tied up under you.
âIâm s-sorry, if I k-knew I would haââ
You placed your finger on his lips, shutting him up immediately.
âI donât want shallow excuses or explanations, I want you to repay me properly.â
Dr. Seraph looked up at you with confusion. He knew what your intentions were, you had made them abundantly clear, yet he couldnât connect the dots. How is him being tied up with bondage tape directly related to destroying your suits? Furthermore, he was wondering why you even had bondage tape in the first place! The mad scientist wasnât complaining of course, but itâs not like it was efficient to apprehend criminals in any way, exceptâŠ
You must have brought it with you just for this specific outcome! Thatâs it! You had planned on taking him for yourself! Oh, how quickly he convinced himself this was the truth and how flattered he was about it. And no matter how insane this conclusion was, he was indeed right.
He waited for you to take your finger off him to ask for clarification, but before he could open his mouth you effortlessly flipped him on his stomach, making the man yelp. You werenât finished as you grabbed his hips, pressing his backside against your pelvis. That was enough to make this genius's brain go blank. He was already turned on by the predicament he had found himself in, but now a primitive desire had taken over any sense of logic he still possessed.
âSince you seem to love ruining my superhero suits, I think it's time for me to do the same with your uniform. That's the only punishment Iâll accept.â You caress his waist back and forth before adding, âIâm sure youâre fine with that, right?â
âMm..y-yes.â He responded with a feeble voice.
You smiled to yourself, happy that he was so responsive. You took a handful of the fabric in your fist and pulled. His pants ripped apart like paper, making you feel like you were unwrapping a birthday gift. You tore until every inch of his private parts was exposed. The man gasped at this vulgar sight and buried his head back into the pillow.
You, on the contrary, admired your work. In this position, Vincent had the most perfect arched back and his ruined pants gave him a particular disheveled look. Soon enough, you had taken off your suit from the waist down, tossing it to the side without a care. A rush of excitement came to you when you felt Dr. Seraph pressing himself against your groin while letting out subtle whimpers.
You grope both of his ass cheeks as a response, before spreading them apart. With precise movements, you poured lubricant on top of it and prevented it from leaking all the way down by spreading it on his asshole. You stopped and instead rubbed your tip against his entrance to make it wet as well. After you were done, It was slightly glistening in the dim light of the room. By now, his noises had gotten louder, his legs trembling in anticipation.
âAre you ready Vincent?â
Hearing you say his real name made his cock and hole twitch.
âP-please, p-put it in.â He whined, impatience filling his voice.
He had already put aside the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment. He didnât care if you destroyed his clothes, he had other ones, but there was only one you. Hell, he would let you tear down his entire wardrobe if it meant he could be fucked by you every night.
You grab his hips with one hand, making sure he would stay up right, and you positioned yourself with the other to stuff him full. Vincent threw his head back and cried out a lewd moan as your cock disappeared in his ass. You werenât even down to the base that he was already gripping the sheets, nails digging through it. You also noticed it had gone in easy, a bit too easy even considering the lub.
âSomeone has been preparing himself for me.â You teased, sinking deeper inside him.
Blood shot directly to the manâs face and to his cock, much to his embarrassment. He was already rock-hard, but the simple fact of implying that he has been stretching his insides for you, almost made him cum on the spot.
âNggfâŠI-I didnâtâŠA-aahh! Mngââ
âOh but youâve been fucking yourself at the thought of me, havenât you?â One of your hands grabbed onto his dick, giving it a few strokes while you added, âdonât worry Iâm not mad.â
Vincent tried to hold in a sob by biting down his lips, as the mix of both different kinds of pleasure assaulted his nervous system. Though, nothing could prevent the tears from rolling down his eyes and into his mouth while he tried to answer you, emphasis on âtriedâ.
âYâMnghâŠâ He couldnât finish his sentence, as he felt your pelvis against his butt, meaning ou were completely inside him.
You waited until the mess of a man had visibly relaxed, before pulling back and thrusting inside again with more speed. The sounds of flesh smacking together and Vincentâs moan filled your ears like a melody. The way you bucked against him without mercy was contrasted with your thumb gently rubbing his hips in a praise like gesture.
There was one thing that was bothering you, as you glared at the upper half of his body. You had rolled up his coat a little when you were massaging his waist earlier, yet it wasnât enough. You took the base of his uniform and ripped it in half all the way to his neck, the roll of your hips never faltering. Satisfied, you bent down and kissed his newly bare shoulders.
âThatâs much better, donât you think?â You took the chance to nibble there too, âAnd now your outfit is ruined, just like all my suits.â
âNnhg Uh-uhh.â Whines and moans, mixing together as Vincent wished to speak.
You smile against his skin, satisfied with this little punishment.
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I tried to match your freak, so I hope you enjoyed it đ
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(Oh and I can tell you that Dr. Seraph will have a lot of explaining to do the next day when he arrives in a wheelchair at a meeting.)
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â â â â â â â â â â â â  â â â  â â â¶ïž âąáá||á|á||||á toji fushiguro x his favorite customer (revision)
⧠summary toji has a little soft spot for his favorite customer that he can't get enough of.
⧠content warnings reader is a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. chubby!reader and inexperienced!reader. rich girl in her midtwenties, very needy! usage of profanity, standing missionary, oral - m!receiving, doggy style, mixture of praise and degradation kink, breeding kink, unprotected, creampie and squirting, terms of endearment â pretty girl, princess, baby, baby girl, etc. softdom!toji with rough, passionate, and filthy intercourse. told in first POV â toji's. i got reader calling toji TJ, and i think thatâs so cute pls.
⧠author's note happy birthday to my baby daddy toji fushiguro! we've been going strong now for years. just a little something something to celebrate him. this fic has been in the drafts since December. talk about black people time, old sksk. also, if you already seen the original of this fic on tumblr, it's mine lol. this is just a revision, so don't go around saying i copied someone! my writing has changed so i wanted to redo this and add some adjustments. i hope y'all enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. ⥠AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND/OR MINORS - DO NOT INTERACT.
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 When it comes to women I fuck, I treat them the same because at the end of the day, they pay me good money to stuff their pussy with cock.Â
 Donât really care if they're married either. I usually get the old, desperate broads that arenât getting any attention from their husbands at home, so itâs my job to make them feel good for the night.Â
 I donât do favorites.Â
 I damn sure donât give discounts.Â
 And I definitely donât get attached. But the moment I met Y/N that all changed.Â
 My favorite customer.Â
 Never did I expect a younger woman to pay me to get fucked, especially when she looks that good.Â
 Iâm almost positive she has a line filled with fuckers thatâs desperately wanting to know what this tight, wet pussy feels like, yet here I am, living their fantasy.Â
 I fucked Y/N once.Â
 Then, twice.Â
 Then, again.
 And again.
 And againâŠ
 If I didnât know any better, Iâm fucking obsessed with her. Canât even say itâs just for the money sheâs paying me. Probably the best pussy I ever had.
 No.Â
 It is.Â
 So fucking warm, and she takes dick well, too. I usually give only an hour or two to my customers, but for Y/N? I reserved the whole night to relish her pussy.Â
 The perfect fuck to end my day.Â
 Those soft, sweet-sounding moans that slipped through her full brown and pink lips, having my previous cum shot staining them had me running wild.Â
 But it seems like Iâm not the only one whoâs sex drunk.Â
 Cock is all on Y/Nâs mind right now. Whimpering and crying how big I am and thanking me for giving her dick. Tears pricks those chestnut-colored hues and Iâm in fucking awe. Sheâs so damn pretty.Â
 âYou know how gorgeous you look taking cock like this? Being a good fucking slut for me, princess?â I ask, being met with a nod and her moaning in response.Â
 Y/Nâs pussy talks to me. Wet noises spreading throughout the room while I have my arms hooked under the fold of her knees, fucking her recklessly to push past any intrusion.Â
 Sheâs jumping with me every thrust I make, causing her tits to bounce obnoxiously. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on them like itâs my last dying breath, hearing that sweet whimper.Â
 I belong in Y/Nâs pussy, and she belongs to me, too, the way sheâs gripping my cock and milking me. All of her cream and wetness drips between us and down my balls, and it feels fucking amazing. Every time I experience her velvet walls, I find myself becoming more animalistic, hungry and territorial over someone who should only be seen as a client.Â
 But fuck, something in me says I would go batshit crazy if I ever found out she had other motherfuckers experiencing this.Â
 Knowing how she looks when sweat coats her beautiful brown skin. How it feels to stretch her out and make her adjust to you. Just thinking about it makes me pound into her deeper and more aggressively.Â
 âToji, baby, yes. This feels so good,â she purrs. âLike that. Keep fucking me like that.â
 I hum. âYeah? This is what you wanted, right? Paid me to please this good pussy?â
 By all means, Y/N isnât a virgin, but she told me she doesnât have much experience and I can tell by how tight she is.Â
 Our sounds of pleasure resonate in the air, and I call her my good girl, praising how perfect her pussy is, to be met with her squeezing me and watery brown eyes.Â
 âToji⊠Toji⊠Yes. God, yes.â
 âKeep using your words, pretty girl. Tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy,â I ordered softly.
 âI love it so much. Itâs so big, baby,â she tells me, slurring her words because of her lips still being on mine. âYouâre going to make me cum.â
 I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. âNot yet. Come taste yourself.â
 Without hesitation, Y/N slides down to her knees and starts sucking my dick. I hiss at her swallowing me and the warmth of her mouth. She doesnât take her time when sucking me off, immediately circling her head and throating me.Â
 âHot fucking mouth made to suck dick, huh, pretty girl?â I firmly grabbed her chin so she could look at me. âEyes up, sweetheart. Open up your throat for me like a good girl.âÂ
 Y/N hollows her cheeks and bobs her head fervently on my dick, tightening her lips around me.Â
 She sucks dick so fucking good, better than any other woman Iâve been with. And I just know Iâm bound to bust quickly if she keeps doing this shit.Â
 My hand finds the back of Y/Nâs head to grip and I buck my hips deeper into her mouth, ensuring I hit the back of her throat everytime. Iâm a fucking mad man when I begin fucking the gorgeous face, especially when sheâs looking up at me with those big brown eyes.Â
 A spoiled brat, prim and shy, whoâs spending daddyâs money to get fucked and folded by an old bastard like me. Think I fucking developed a kink for this type because of Y/N.
 I pumped into her mouth more aggressively until she began choking and gagging on my cock. Drool and precum coating her mouth in the process.Â
 Any type of control Y/N tries to take, I push past it because I want to use that pretty little mouth of hers how I want. She needs to get her moneyâs worth when fucking with me.Â
 âGoing to fuck my cum deep down that throat of yours, and youâre going to swallow it. Got that?â She nods and I softly tap the side of her face. âThatâs it. Keep those lips tight around me.âÂ
 âToji, plâplease,â she slurs, causing me to chuckle.Â
 âHm, look at you. Trying so hard to talk to me while sucking my dick. Itâs cute.â I slow down my quick thrusts, but replace them with more fervent ones, pushing me and her head down until my cock outlines her throat.Â
 My balls grow heavy and obnoxiously slaps Y/Nâs chin, a clear indication Iâm about to fucking cum.Â
 Grunting, whining, gasping like a little bitch for air because head like this has a fucker like me sounding like a broken mess.Â
 Blood rushes to my groin and I start getting sloppy, feeling my muscles tightening and ache burning between my thighs. Iâm close, so fucking close to filling her mouth with my release, then I can finish fucking that fat pussy.Â
 Everything about this damn woman is perfect. Her pussy. How she sucks cock. That fucking chubby and curvy body of hers. A pretty face with loaded cash.
 Yeah, sheâs definitely mine after tonight. And Iâm talking about anything lovey dovey. Meaning if I catch her being a slut like this to anyone else, Iâd kill that fucker.Â
 No hesitation. I-
 âY/N, fuck!â I grunt while cumming in her mouth. This load is fucking heavy, but sheâs trying her best to swallow every drop.Â
 I groan at the sight of Y/N touching her tits and palming her pussy, knowing how much sheâs turned on, too. Itâs like the vibrations of her moans pulls more cum out my fucking dick.
 A mess I made on her face, but the joyful lust I see in her eyes tells me she doesnât give a damn.Â
 Good, because Iâm not finished with her.Â
 âAll fours on the bed. Now,â I demanded. âStill gotta fill up your pussy.â
 Perfection is what I think when I see Y/N from behind, arched back, ass in the air and pussy dripping, ready for me to fuck.Â
 I force an arch in her back and plunge my cock in her tight little pussy with one deep stroke. Y/N gasps in the air and I take the opportunity to pull her up by the throat and start pounding her cunt.Â
 Why the fuck is she so goddamn wet? She takes cock well, bud shit, I abruptly slip out each and every thrust.Â
 âKeep me inside that pussy, baby girl. Stop fucking letting go,â I gritted in her ear. She reaches behind her to hold my dick and push back into me with a tighter grip. âHm, just like that. So fucking good to me, arenât you?â
 âI need more dick, TJ. Fuck me harder, baby. I can take you,â she moans.Â
 Begging for cock sheâs already paying for⊠Shit, I get a kick out of how pathetically sexy she sounds.Â
 I repeatedly slammed into her wet cunt, thrust after thrust, pussy creaming even further than before. If itâs one thing I can listen to for the rest of my life, itâs how Y/N sounds when sheâs being fucked.Â
 My name drips perfectly from her lips.
 Our skin smacking fills the air in the room along my hand striking her ass until I guarantee itâll bruise in the morning.Â
 âLook at this fat ass moving when I pound into this pussy. Fucking beautiful,â I growled.
 âToji, please. I⊠I donât care how much⊠Iâll pay more. Just keep fucking me like this.â
 I chuckle. âAtta girl.â
 I see why motherfuckers catch feelings when fucking pussy. I almost feel tempted to tell Y/N that I love her while fucking her. She has pussy thatâll make a fucker crazy⊠Possessive⊠Jealous.
 I applied more pressure to Y/Nâs throat and pulled her against my chest. âYou know who this pussy belongs to. Right, princess?â
 âGod, yes, Toji. You⊠it belongs to you.â Her voice comes off as a faint cry and I know sheâs on the verge of cumming. Especially with how her pussy is pulsating around me.Â
 âMhm, thatâs right. Dreamed of my fucking dick pounding this tight little cunt, now I have you mindfucked. Huh?â I pinch her nipples with my free hand and increase my thrusts. âYouâre about to come for me. Arenât you, Y/N? I know you are. I can feel it. You should see the mess your slutty pussy is making between us.â
 âFuck, I didnât mean to, baby. Itâs just⊠you feel good. So fucking good,â she whimpers, bouncing her ass back into me to meet with my thrusts.Â
 âMaybe I should have you clean it with your mouth. Hm?â
 I release Y/Nâs throat to shove her face into the bed and deepen her arch more than before. My single hand returns to her hips to grip, pulling her round ass back on my cock to kiss her center.Â
 Canât get over how wetâhow tight and warm this fucking pussy is. The harder I fuck her, the louder her pussy gets and I grunt, curse underneath my breath at hearing the sound of her muffled moans.Â
 I donât give a fuck if one of us catches feelings after this. Actually, I want her to. I want Y/N to be dick hungry only for me.Â
 I want her pussy to smell like Iâm the only fucker thatâs been running through her. Iâm even fucking tempted to breed this pussy just so sheâs mine.
 Why the fuck would I want to have sex with any other women after knowing what Y/N feels like?Â
 âYou take cock like a fucking pro. Look at you gripping me. Look at how this pussy is mine.â
 She spreads her ass cheeks to feel every inch of my dick. âFuck me, Toji. Harder. Fuck me harder, Iâm about to cum.â
 âShit, me too, sweetheart. Such a perfect fuck toy. Going to fill you all the way up,â I rasped. âFuck me back. Keep taking this dick.â
 My thrusts are sloppy. I throw my head back and swear into the air and moan her name. My balls grow heavier and heavier until I fucking but and empty my cum inside her pussy.Â
 And sheâs right there with me, crying my name and thanking me for giving her toe-curling orgasm.Â
 Fucking enjoy hearing my pretty girl thank me for giving her cock. She just looks so damn pretty when she cums, too.Â
 Dark brown skin sweating. The sight of her ruined makeup with mascara running down her cheeks. Moans sounding like a broken record.Â
 Yeah, sheâs a perfect fuck.Â
 My favorite customer.Â
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def need more ditzy reader with mechanic 141- the only thing that tops my love for military men is blue collar boys <333
make sure to take care of yourself tho lovie!! donât burn urself out :))
I for sure want to write more of her. Hopefully after this insane week at work Iâll be able to really sit down and crank out some writing. For now Iâm battling my way through Ch 3 of Across the Way
But pls enjoy this little not proofread experimental snippet I wrote for ditzy reader
âLook.â Your landlord sighs loudly. Like youâre the one inconveniencing him. âIâll send someone out.â
âThatâs what you said two days ago! And three days before that!â You stomp your foot at no one just to get some of the anger out.
âIâll get to it when I get to it.â
âWhy canât you-â The line cuts before you can finish. The jerk hung up on you! What the hell!
You pout, plopping down into your desk chair and sighing. What are you supposed to do? Youâre not allowed to call a handyman according to the lease and you donât have a boyfriend right now. You canât keep washing pans in the bathroom. Itâs gross.
You huff.
âAlright?â Simon asks and you whirl in your chair. How does he walk so quietly?
âYeahâŠâ You pout harder under his steady gaze, slipping down further into the chair.
âYouâre a terrible liar, luv.â His eyes crinkle in corners with a smile.
âWellâŠâ You shrug, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. âMy kitchen sink has been broken for a whole week and the landlord wonât do anything about it! I called and called and he just keeps saying heâll send someone and then doesnât!â Your voice pitches at the end, real annoyance bleeding through into the edges of your words. You fist your hands in your skirt.
âThatâs all?â He raises an eyebrow. âWhy didnât you just ask one of us?â
You blink twice, staring up at him. Your face heats and you look away bashfully - not wanting to admit you didnât think to ask for their help. Stupid. âI donât want to be a botherâŠâ
âIâll come by after work.â
âYou donât have to-â
âIâll be there.â He nods before marching back into the garage. You just blink after him as he goes.
True to his word, Simon shows up at your door with a massive tool box in hand. Really, he still canât believe you live in such a shit complex. Price pays you well enough. The locks might as well be paper-mache. Simon lowers his mask before knocking. He trusts you with his face - hell you probably forget it every time you look away - but he also wants you to trust him too. For whatever reason.
Youâre staring when you open the door. Big doe eyes looking up at him and blinking slowly. He wonders what goes on behind those blank eyes of yours - if itâs nothing at all or such a chaotic dialogue that you canât process it enough to pay attention.
All or nothing.
âGonna let me in, doll?â He asks. You startle, not realizing how intensely you zoned out.
âOh! Yes!â You jump out of the way, letting him into your small studio apartment. Every time he thinks your shorts canât get smaller heâs proven wrong.
Simon takes a look around, huffing at the net full of stuffies hanging on the wall. Everything about your home is soft - soft colors, soft fabrics. It smells like vanilla, just like you always do when you come into the shop. His eyes lock briefly on a well-loved sewing machine covered in stickers with a project still under the needle. You must have been working on it before he got here.
Did you mean to leave your bra hanging on the back of that chair right by the kitchen? Lacy and lilac. Heâll have to remember that for some other time. Maybe your birthday.
âLetâs âave a look.â He sighs, knees popping as he crouches in front of the sink. Itâs a fucking mess, thatâs for sure. At least you figured out how to turn the water off.
âPipeâs busted.â He says. âI can seal it but itâll take a sec.â
âOkay.â You murmur.
Simon sighs as he turns onto his back to get a better look. He doesnât miss the way you stare blatantly at his midsection as his shirt rides up. He might adjust some to expose just a bit more.
You really are the least subtle thing in the planet, arenât you?
âCan you come hold the light fâme, luv?â He points to the toolbox.
âThis one?â You ask, as if it isnât the only flashlight in the box.
âYeah.â
âLike this?â
âYup.â At first he expects you to sit silently so he can concentrate, but he quickly realizes that was far too presumptuous.
âDo you have a girlfriend, Si?â You ask quietly.
He huffs. âNo.â
âOh.â You chew your lip. âYou seem like the kind of guy that would.â
Simon has never heard a bigger misread in his damn life but heâll take it as a compliment, he supposes. âWhy do you ask?â
âCause this is boyfriend work and youâre good at it.â
Simon tries to see your logic - he really does - but he just has no clue how those things are even remotely related. Sure, guys fix things for their girlfriends but calling it âboyfriend workâ when anybody with two cents could do it is a bit silly. More than, if heâs honest. He just grunts in response, at a total loss for how to respond.
Simon looks down at you. The way you kneel as your cleaving spills out of your tiny tank top - one of many you insist on wearing so often. He can give into temptation just a little bit, right? âGonna need you to get closer, doll.â
âOh!â You scoot forward until your knees brush his side. So ready to listen. Cute.
âCan you lean in a bit?â
âLike this?â You lean forward, chest pressing against him while your hand splays over his midsection for balance. Fucking hell.
âPerfect. Good girl.â
Itâs bold and a bit uncoordinated even for him. Something Johnny would try. The purposeful choice of words seems to go right over your head. Instead you blush and smile, shifting your hips just a bit. Your chest pushes further into him. So soft.
Fuck.
Youâll be the death of him. Thank god youâre too unobservant to notice that heâs rock fucking hard.
Heâs already done with the sink by the time of this little exchange, but he pretends to tighten some useless bolts anyway just to keep you against him a little longer before shooing you away. Itâs cute, the way you scramble to get out of the way. Simon turns the water back on before standing, and gesturing toward the sink.
âGive it a try, luv.â
A little furrow forms in your brow as you step forward to turn it on, crouching and standing to make sure the leak has stopped. You turn the faucet off and whip your head around with a grin.
Heâs pretty sure you burst an eardrum with the pitch of the squeal you let out, bouncing over and tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. âThank you! Thank you! Thank you!â
âItâs no pro-â he cuts off as you push up onto your tip toes and press a kiss to his cheek. He canât help but bark out a laugh. Little minx.
âOh, I got some lipstick-â You reach up to smudge it off but he bats your hand away. Heâll wear it back to the garage and show off the kiss he got. Johnnyâs going to absolutely fume.
#answered#simon ghost riley#call of duty#ghost cod#cod x reader#ghost x reader#cod#simon x reader#simon riley#simon riley x reader#fem reader#mechanic au
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Is this... Delusion?
author's note; just a few short scenarios that I've been through which really make me question everything. I have so many of these, but I think there was only one guy that was actually serious (â ÂŽâ Â â .â Â â .Ì«â Â â .â Â â `â )
content notes; gn!reader (pronouns not used/mentioned), modern au because some of these scenarios don't make sense in the original universe
⥠You think you've seen Blade for the fiftieth time this week. You understand the campus you both go to isn't very large, but you have definitely seen him more than any other student. He doesn't pause to speak to you, he just gives you a small glance, which feels more like a glare if anything. You bring it up to Fu Xuan in passing to which she responds:
"I find it strange.. his department is farther than yours. There would be no reason to pass through if he wanted to take the most efficient route."
⥠You notice there is always an empty space next to Alhaitham, no matter where he is. At first, you felt bad that no one sat next to him, so you decided to take the seat next to him. You introduce yourself to which he does the same. Although, he isn't much of a talker, he doesn't seem to mind your constant ramblings. One day, you walk up to him and find Kaveh sitting next to him. Once he notices your approach, he sends Kaveh a subtle look as if to say move it. Kaveh shoots him a glare before getting up with a grumble.
⥠You weren't poor, but you weren't exactly rich either. Aventurine, however, was. He wasn't one to particularly flaunt his wealth, but somehow you had a constant reminder of it.
"My rings? Do you like them? I could buy one for you. It's not an issue. Think of it as a gift for helping me with my homework last week."
"It's your birthday, right? I got you something. It's not much, but-- it's expensive? Oh, no, no, I only spent a little more this year. How much more...? Let's just celebrate, alright?"
"Are you hungry? You don't have enough for a snack? That's alright. What do you want and don't just pick the cheapest thing, okay?"
Seems the more you deny him, the more persistent he gets.
⥠You always spot Kaveh with a pen in his hand. He tends to spin it around, balance it on a finger, and throw it at Alhaitham (the usual). You even find him doodling on his hand at times. You always compliment him on the little doodles and he always chuckles in response. At times, he ends up filling his hand with doodles and running out of blank space, so he turns to you with a smile. You don't deny his silent request (you had been meaning to ask him if he would draw you a little doodle). You extend your hand to him and let him work his magic. Depending on his mood, he could draw whatever. Sometimes it's a horrible sketch of Alhaitham while he grumbles about how Alhaitham finished the coffee that morning. Other times it's a beautiful flower which you wish you didn't have to clean off your hand. One time he drew a cluster of hearts which matched the ones on his hands.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin x y/n#genshin x you#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x y/n#hsr x you#hsr x reader#hsr blade#blade x reader#alhaitham x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#kaveh x reader#nene.writes
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itâs valentineâs day, you clown
cw: 1.2k wc, blank blogs don't interact, something something your volleyball superstar boyfriend tooru flies home to surprise you only to pass out on your bed, this is my first ever hq fic and it's a complete coincidence that it's about him please be nice and don't make any assumptions
thank you @moondust-lore for reading this đ€
His breathing stays regular and quiet as you crawl onto the mattress. Your bed is still somehow comically small and far from ideal to accomodate that unique ensemble of long limbs, sturdy muscles and swooping brown hair. Yet his sleep is serene, features relaxed that fill your chest with warmth that almost prompts your fingers to run through smooth locks. How have they not been rendered thicker or dry by the sea salt yet?
Youâre careful as you snuggle closer to his broad back, not really wanting to wake him up. A small smile creeps onto your lips at the thought of how tired he mustâve been, couldnât even bother to properly slip underneath the covers, knocked out in seconds. Flying all the way to Japan, travelling for almost 24 full hours to surprise someone must do that to a person.
The shock has worn out, the sensation of your heart being one second from bursting and exploding into a million golden confetti has dimmed. Now your head feels clear enough for your mind to be focusing on the important stuff, the mundane thoughts you didnât have the luxury of dwelling on for months are a messy but colorful vortex. Would he like the usual for dinner? Does the uniform or any shirts need some ironing? Yes, yes, Tooru favors dry cleaners because theyâre practical and heâs rich but you desperately want to contribute. You want proof that heâs home, actually home. With his big designer suitcases and wrinkled shirts and ridiculously expensive glasses and a smile that still shifts your worldâs axis.
You allow yourself to scoot closer, until your nose brushes against his shoulder. He radiates a comforting warmth and smells nice as always. Of sunscreen, beaches, the cologne you have bought for his birthday. As you shut your eyes, memories from the previous night start slowly blurring the edges of your consciousness and lull you to sleep.
âShit! Fuck!â you jolt awake at the unexpected profanities, the last thing you remember dreaming about including tanned skin and a much more peaceful scenery made of rolling waves and golden, powdery sand.
âWhat⊠whatâs wrong?!â
Oikawa Tooru is looking at your with what could be only defined as a glare. Eyes squinted, accusatory worry lines and all.
âYou let me sleep? Why were you sleeping too instead of waking me up? Itâs late!â his pitch gets higher with each word and by the end of the fully formed sentence youâre grimacing. The awfully old digital alarm clock on your nighstand flashes a red 11:05 PM.
âIâm sorry!â you panic âI didnât mean to fall asleep! I know itâs late but I can probably put something together for dinner anyway? Are you that hungry? Wait, actually, let me get something delivered andâŠâ
Now heâs staring with an openly outraged look on his pretty face, which makes you think finishing the thought probably isnât the smartest idea.
âYou⊠donât want me to order in? I mean, fine, you can pick any local restaurant or takeaway, I donât really ca-â
âAre you stupid?â
Ok, well. That feels unfair.
âI already apologized for falling asleep, no need to be a jerkâ now youâre squinting your eyes at him. One eye. The other is being relentlessly rubbed.
âYouâre rightâ he sighs and his massive shoulders slump, head hanging low like a wounded animal âitâs not your fault. Iâm the dumb one. Couldnât even set an alarmâ
âI think youâre blowing this out of proportion, we can still eat something. If youâre worrying about your sleep schedule, Iâm sure I can find some sleeping pills orâŠâ
Oikawa looks at you, exasperated.
âThatâs definitely not what Iâm worried aboutâ
âWhat the hell are you worried about, then?â
âItâs valentineâs day, you clownâ
You blink back your surprise, his fond eye roll not easing the heat that takes over your face as realization finally dawns on you. âThatâs⊠thatâs why you flew here?â
Tooru leans forward to lightly flick your forehead. A car passes down the street, the light bleeding through your shades brightens the room for a moment and you catch the sincere amusement in his eyes.
âYes, darling dearest. Thatâs exactly why I flew here. I was also supposed to make plans, take you out on a proper date, rob a flower shop from the inside out instead of passing out and drooling on your favorite duvetâ
You stare back at his comical frown for a few seconds more before falling back into your pillows with a chuckle.
âGlad you think this is funny and not irredeemably gross. Stop giggling, let me think. Iâm gonna go buy the most expensive champagne bottle and pick dandelions along the fucking sidewalk if I have to, and then-â
âTooruâ
âWhat?â heâs already swinging one leg over the edge of the bed âIâll be quickâ
âYouâre hereâ
Oikawa snorts.
âYes, Iâm still here. Now, if you could kindly let go of my shirtâŠâ
âI donât want any of those things. You know I donât want themâ
He huffs and air comes out of his nose. âYeah, I know. But I wanted it to be specialâ his tone is petulant but you recognize the real thing vibrating underneath, the genuine disappointment.
âItâs already special because youâre here. The only thing that could make it extra special is you filling this cold, empty spot next to meâ you pat the covers with a lenient smile and Oikawa allows himself three seconds, three entire seconds to sulk and flash you those big, wet, sopping eyes with a pout that makes him less of a volleyball superstar and more of a kicked labrador puppy.
You welcome his painfully heavy body on top of yours, sharp angles and hard muscles that somehow melt perfectly in your embrace. Heâs holding you so tight, head buried in the crook of your neck, soft hair tickling your cheek.
âIâm sorryâ Tooru murmurs the apology quietly and seals it into your skin. You know he truly is, devastated as he always gets when something doesnât go according to the plan. Always one for grandiose gestures and loud displays of affection, chasing whatever it takes to validate how he feels just in case the other person needs proof, always additional proof heaven forbid they feel neglected or get bored. His confidence wavering, his mind always running 100 miles an hour. Am I doing enough? Am I still enough?
âI love youâ you reply for good measure and his arms tighten around your body.
But do I deserve it?
âThank you for flying across the planet to get to meâ you smile into his hair before kissing the side of his head âI missed youâ
âIâd fly across the solar system to get to youâ heâs smiling too, itâs in his voice.
âCornyâ with a grin, you pinch his cheek until he looks up with an exaggerated, pained groan. But before he has the chance to protest, you take his disgustingly pretty face in your hands.Â
âWherever you fly from, Iâll be there to welcome you homeâ
Tooru smiles into the kiss, chases your lips when you relax back into the pillows.
And Iâll spend my life trying to deserve it.
Good thing he has at least five different Havanna Alfajores variety boxes somewhere in one of those suitcases. And two tickets to fly back to Argentina.
#oikawa x reader#oikawa x you#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa tooru x you#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!! x reader
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Houdini
Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader
Genre: smut, hint of fluff at the end
warnings: drinking, allusion to drug use, sub hoshi likes when reader is mean to him, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex, reader calls hoshi a furry more than once, cumshot, hair pulling, reader wears bunny ears
Length: ~5.3k
Note: this started as a prologue to a different fic but i wanted it to become its own fic. danke @gyuswhore for being my torture subject as always as well as @onlyhuis @temptaetions @cheolism
Summary: The guy wearing a tiger onesie and ripping a bong in the corner might not be the most promising prospect of the night. But you've got a point to prove and a bet to win. series m.list: Green Light [s], Yuck [f], Talk [a, s, f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]
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The cramped living room is hazy with the smell of pot, cut by cheap led strip lights painting everything in violets and blues. Butt numb from the stiff armrest of the couch, you adjust the bunny ears on your head for the fifth time in the twenty minutes youâve sat there.
Everyone else skitters around, dressed as different animals. More bunnies, a few cats, a guy dressed like a dinosaur hogging a joint. Itâs someoneâs birthday; a friend of a friend youâve never met, but the promise of free alcohol before heading downtown isnât even close to the worst way to spend your time. Itâs why you fished out the dumb satin bunny ears from your closet; a relic from Halloweens past when you needed a cheap excuse to wear something scandalous in public with little judgment.Â
June disappeared thirty minutes ago to find the birthday boy, leaving your entire group to mingle until she returns.Â
You intently listen as Lily vents about her work crush for the nth time. His name is of no relevance, but sheâs convinced herself it's love despite the fact he possesses fewer brain cells than a rock. A proven fact since he didnât know the difference between consonants and vowels despite being well into his twenties.
âWhy all the talk about relationships?â you interrupt. âCan we please have one night where we donât talk about guys.â
âSome of us want boyfriends.â Anna rolls her eyes.Â
âAnd yet, you can find one hundred percent of the benefits of one with zero effort. At least without all the mind games you two go through every week.â
âEasy for you to say.â Anna argues. âYouâre like the poster girl for no-commitment sex.â
âI like what I like,â you shrug. âNot guys that say they want a relationship and then claim you're moving too fast when you ask him to treat you like a person.â
Lily gives an exasperated groan to the ceiling. âWe get it. You hate romance.â
âI donât hate it. I just like to be realistic. Most guys are good for one thing and I happen to admire them for that.â
âDo you realistically think you can get any guy here to sleep with you?â Anna asks.Â
Any guy is a stretch. Youâre easy but not without standards. Taken men are strictly off the menu. Along with weirdos or guys that look like theyâve never seen the inside of a shower. Anyone looking for a relationship typically removes themself from the running after figuring out you arenât looking to be saved or changed, just a warm body thatâs easy on the eyes.
âPick anyone and if I pull him you owe me breakfast tomorrow.â You challenge them with a smirk. Itâs slim pickings so early in the night, but nothing you canât work with.
âOkay, then.â Lily agrees. âWhat about him?â
It takes you a moment to decipher who her manicured finger is pointing at. There's a small crowd in the corner of the room, guys too scared to mingle or uninterested in anything beyond their circle jerk. But heâs easy to spot; a tiger onesie and a dark crop of hair are all the details you get from this far away.
He seems to be the main entertainer of the bubble. Hands fly in different directions, chaotic but graceful. Now that youâre locked onto him, the boom of his voice floats under the heavy music. Tiger guy isn't your usual type. Heâs lithe and lean; maybe a dancer or something athletic. You like them tall and domineering. It makes it that much sweeter when they try to dominate you, only to be beaten at their own game. Mingyu wasnât your A-list fuck buddy for no reason. A damn shame he moved away at the end of last year.
But the man Lilyâs picked will do what you need him to; prove a point and grant you a free meal. If you get at least one orgasm out of it then thatâll be a bonus. Chugging the last of your drink (which smells like nail polish remover and paint thinner had a very toxic baby), you drop the empty cup into Annaâs hand.
âAnd we want proof!â Anna calls as you stalk toward the far wall.
One of the other guys heâs talking to sees you approach, and you watch the way his eyes convey your presence, nearly bugging out of his skull. A gentle tap on tiger guyâs shoulder has him turning to greet you.
Confusion clouds his face. Heâs cuter than you expected, with furrowed eyebrows and a pout that draws your eyes to his mouth with curiosity. Youâll find out their talents soon enough.Â
âHi,â you smile.
âHi?â he parrots.
âIâm Y/N.ïżœïżœïżœ Eyes round with faux innocence, you make a point to take a few seconds staring at his mouth before meeting his curious gaze.
âSoonyoung.â
Soonyoung. The name rolls along your tongue easily. You light up at the way his eyes follow the curve of your mouth around the sound. Itâs too easy.
Pushing forward, chest to chest; raising on your toes. You relish in another shiver at the brush of your mouth against his ear. âIs this your party?â
âYeah, itâs my roommateâs birthday,â he says.
So thatâs who June knows.Â
âCool. Wanna show me your room?â
âWhat?â You can hear the record scratch in Soonyoungâs brain; see the disbelief in his eyes.
Stepping into his space, your gaze burns a path from his lips to his eyes before you repeat, âyour room?â
âYeah, yeah. I canâŠdefinitely do that. This way!â
His own friends, still circled in the corner, gape in their own disbelief. Soonyoung has you charging through the crowded living room and down the hallway. Good. Even more bodies fill the narrow space but he nearly pushes them aside, waving off any grunts of discontent at his roughness.
You pass several doors on each side, all closed from prying eyes but you donât have an interest anyway. His room is at the end of the long passage. A whiteboard with a crude image of a tiger and a rainbow hangs at eye level, coupled with âTamTam + Hoshi 5everâ but you donât have time to admire the art before youâre inside.
âSo, this is it,â Soonyoung announces, hands wringing in front of his chest nervously.Â
The tiger thing isnât so much a coincidence and more of a theme. A poster of a tiger hangs on the wall above the dresser. But itâs not the worst of it. His bed hosts several plushies, all different sizes and shapes but certainly tigers.Â
Whipping around, you eye him with incredulity. âAre you a fucking furry?â
âNo!â He shakes like a bobblehead. Like heâs had to explain it dozens of times before. âItâs a joke! From college, with my friends.â
âA joke where you collect tiger memorabilia as a grown man?â You shoot back.
âItâs not that bad.â
Eyebrows flying to your hair line, you make a sweep of the room. âYou have a framed picture of a tiger, are wearing a tiger suit, and have a miniature army of stuffed animals.âÂ
âOkay, maybe it is that bad, but Iâm not a furry.â
If he was hiding more of the garish pattern out of sight you wouldnât be surprised. For good measure, you fold over the blanket of his bed and sigh relief to find navy sheets instead of orange. Youâve slept with weirder guys for less but itâs nice to know he isnât that weird.
âWhatever you say. But if you ask me to wear a tail, Iâll walk back out there and tell everyone.â
You peel your shirt off without another word. Once your vision is free of the fabric, youâre met with a starstruck man â mouth open, eyes skimming your chest, and what seems to be a half-chub tenting his pants. You revel in the silent awe rolling off him, preening at the attention. So easy.
But Soonyoung seems to come to his senses when you start working on the zipper holding together the back of your skirt shut.
âWoah, okay. We donât have to go so fast,â he says, taking a step in your direction.
âSo I should put my shirt back on?â You make for it like the threat is real.
âLetâs not be too hasty! Iâm just saying, maybe we should, like, talk a bit first?â
Your feet carry you until thereâs barely a breath between his body and your own. Soonyoungâs shirt brushes against your naked stomach with each stuttered breath as you eye his lips. âWell, do you wanna talk or do you want your dick sucked? Because I can only do one at a time.â
âDefinitely the second one,â Soonyoung starts, dipping his hands to your ass for a harsh squeeze while shepherding you to his bed.
His mouth tastes like smoke and need. A disgusting combination if not for your tipsy brain easily ignoring it in favor of focusing on the roughness of his touch.
Soonyoung is eager, to say the least. He canât touch you fast enough; hands darting from your ass, to your sides, to your breasts, and back down again. If this was happening at your apartment youâd tie him down and refuse to let him feel anything at all just to watch him squirm.Â
You manage to flip him under you, pinning him in place with your thighs to rest across his lap like a throne. Taking the change in stride, he uses the new angle to mouth over your bra; sucking harshly at your covered nipples till they stiffen for his fingers to pinch at.
âCondoms?â
Soonyoung shakes his head.Â
Digging the heel of your hand into his forehead successfully unlatches the suction around your nipple. He pouts at the interruption.
âYou donât have condoms?â
âI do, but Iâm not about to fuck you after two seconds of making out,â Soonyoung argues. âIâm not even hard yet.â
Shocked by the sudden attitude, you huff before rolling your hips down. You're met with a familiar lump pressing into the crotch of your pants, and Soonyoung has the nerve to simply return to his previous task as you rock against him again.
âLiar,â you pant after a delicious drag of his teeth on your collarbone and his cock against your ass.
You stay locked like that for a while, writhing against one another as clothes come off without abandon. Your bra first, then the damn tiger onesie. Soonyoung gets you on your back before flipping up your skirt and pulling your panties to the side, revealing your drenched center.
He sucks a bruise on your nipple, tongue messy as he explores whatâs between your legs with a gentle stroke of his fingers.
âCan I go down on you? Please say yes.â Soonyoung traces the request across your chest with more nips of his teeth.Â
âYou have to ask?â
âConsent is sexy.â
âYou sound like a PSA,â you comment. âBut, yeah go ahead.â
Your hips lift to aid in removing the last scraps of clothing. Thereâs no shyness as you spread your legs wide, flashing the aftermath of a good make-out session for Soonyoung eyes only.
âOh my god,â he moans.
The heat of his breath fans across your folds, sending a shiver down your spine. He doesnât even blink as you clench from the aching need to be filled with whatever heâs ready to offer,
âWhat?â
âThis is gonna make me sound weird again, but you have a really pretty pussy.â
Not something any previous partners have chosen to comment on, but you preen under the compliment. âThanks.â
âNo. Thank you,â Soonyoung says before looking at the ceiling. âGod, thank you so much for blessing me like this.âÂ
âStop being lame or I'll leave.âÂ
âSorry, youâre hot.â He says it like an accusation. âJust wanted to let the universe know I recognize that and appreciate it.âÂ
âHow about you recognize the fact Iâm drying up as we speak?âÂ
âNo you arenât,â Soonyoung argues. âYouâre dripping on my sheets.âÂ
Your hand skates across your front, falling between your thighs. Like hypnosis, he watches with rapt attention as you frame your clit between two fingers, giving a clear target for his attention.Â
âThen do something about it.â
With a hand fisted in his hair, he does. An aggressive suck against your clit without warm-up sends a tremor through your core. Your fingers knot in his hair, twisting until heâs forced away from your cunt with a petulant frown.Â
âIf you keep licking my clit like a scratch off I will make you cry.â A jostle of the bed tells how effective your words are. âOh my god. Did you just?âÂ
âIâve never been threatened in bed before, okay? I'm just as shocked as you.â
He hides the embarrassment by wedging back between your thighs, gentler than before, lapping away the new flood of arousal from his responsiveness. A thrill hums down your spine and settles where Soonyoungâs mouth returns to work. His shoulders burn hot against the underside of your thighs, every surge of muscle rocking you back into the slick of his tongue.Â
âFuck.â
âBetter?â he asks around a mouth full of pussy.
There might very well be a crowd at the door listening to every lewd squelch and pathetic whine, but you donât care. A little direction, a grind of your hips when he does well and the sting of your nails when he gets ahead of himself does wonders. Soonyoung is eager to please and impress. You could probably lay here for an hour without a complaint for him; if anything, heâd actively encourage such indulgence if it meant your approval.Â
It makes the temptation to overwhelm him too sweet to ignore.Â
One of the hands flat against your stomach falls away easily, knotting his fingers through yours because of course heâd be the type to hold hands during sex. Itâs cute, but that fondness is stomped down for something safer.Â
Like sucking two fingers between your lips like it's his cock.
Soonyoung grunts frustration straight into your core, refusing to watch you wet his hand even when you moan at the prod against the back of your throat. Another hump against the mattress as an edge of teeth drags over his knuckles.Â
You canât help but laugh as he scrambles to stretch you across them. He curls one slowly, like youâll object. When you don't, Soonyoung adds the other and resettles your thigh so he can watch them disappear inside. His knuckles return even more soaked and even you canât pretend it isnât a turn-on.Â
âFuck, youâre so hot.â
Before you can respond, heâs licking away the fresh wave of wetness from his praise. It isnât new information, but Soonyoung is impossibly earnest and youâre pretty sure if he came from eating you out heâd be just as satisfied as if you fucked him.
âGimme a third.â
Soonyoung moans like heâs the one getting off as he does what you ask.Â
Your legs lock, sore at the hips from being dragged to the edge so quickly. It bubbles just under the surface. Too far away where you canât reach it but know Soonyoung can. He knows it too by the way you whisper his name.Â
âIf you touch yourself right now will you cum?âÂ
âProbably.âÂ
âGood.â You're overeager, just like the man between your legs, but the idea he can get off from eating you out canât be ignored. âShow me.âÂ
âIf you make me cum twice tonight I will talk to my therapist about you, so no.â
You whine a protest. Something that would sound far more responsible falling from his lips in the established dynamic, but you donât care. One of your feet wedges between the bed and his crotch, toeing along the bulge still hidden behind a pair of thin boxers.
âIs it not enough that I might cum from you insulting me, you have to see it happen?â He asks.Â
The picture behind your eyelids is nothing short of demonic; pulling Soonyoungâs boxers down and the inside sticky with cum, but his cock still hard because once is definitely not enough. Or streaks of white coating his chest and thighs, the perfect trail to trace your tongue over.Â
You donât even have a chance to share the fantasy before he splits you on his tongue again. Firmer this time, with a hard press to your knees that has you vulnerable and exposed. He keeps his tongue flat and heavy on your clit. Perfect to grind up against until you shudder.
Since you canât get Soonyoung to give in, you settle for ruining any future encounter he might have by making a show.
Your fingers tickle up your stomach, nails raising goosebumps at the soft touch. Back and forth and back and forth, a little higher each time until you catch the hill of your chests and circle the hard peaks. There's no reason to ease into it, not when you sneak a glance down and find a pair of brown eyes framed between your legs.
The way he watches makes you feel dirty. Nipples pebbled between your fingers, you arch into his next move. His tongue stays flat for you to use. You curl into it, humping Soonyoungâs face like heâs nothing more than a toy to get off on.Â
âShit, shit, shit.âÂ
Heâs definitely slipped a fourth finger inside. The stretch borders just on the edge of pain but you take it in stride. Soonyoung looks like he might cum before you do.Â
âIâm â oh. Just like that.â You groan deep from your core.Â
Your clit is throbbing with sensitivity as he continues to coax pleased sounds from your tongue. Heating from the inside out, your hands abandoned the torture on your chest in favor of keeping Soonyoung in place so you can rut against him.
A switch flips with your next moan. Hands on your stomach, your breasts, shoving your thighs out of the way as he digs into your cunt like the best meal the world will know.Â
âCum for me. Please let me see you come,â Soonyoung begs.Â
Fizzling out, you do what he asks. Your stomach tenses for a second and then you fly off the mattress from locked muscles.Â
Soonyoung doesnât stop as you twitch, nor when you kick an ankle into his side. Maybe you go a little wet at the eyes as he forces you straight into a second orgasm without an ounce of reprieve but it's probably coincidence.
Soonyoung finally moves away at an inhuman whine. His mouth is stained with the taste of you, but he wears it well. It almost makes you want to push him back down and see if you can survive a third orgasm.
To stop from blindly following temptation, you roll until youâre sat in his lap. You must look as disheveled as you feel; sweaty and strung out. Ready for more.
âWait,â he sighs with the pain of a man delaying his own gratification. âWear these.â
The wrinkled satin bunny ears knocked from your head earlier come back into view. Soonyoung doesnât even pretend to be ashamed as he plants them back on your head before finding the dip of your waist again.
You hate the idea of giving in so easily, but Soonyoungâs need rolls off him in thick waves feeding straight to your ego. âOh, but youâre not a furry?âÂ
His cock fits well against the curl of your fingers as you stroke him, standing tall and proud from his lap. Oddly enough, you get his earlier sentiment. Youâve never thought of a dick as pretty but Soonyoungâs is nice. Red and leaking at the tip, youâre tempted to duck your chin and get a taste, but Soonyoung drags you up to his mouth before you can even make a good faith try.
âStop being mean to me or Iâll bust a nut,â he whines.
âCanât have that,â you snicker. âCondoms?â
âDrawer.â
The door slams open in your haste. Itâs a mess of lube, sex toys, and random chargers. Who keeps a phone charger where their lube is? Too eager for the promise of such a pliable partner doesnât leave with an interest in asking, and the way he continues to suck at your throat isnât helping. Until you find something that stokes your curiosity even more.
âSoonyoung. What are these?âÂ
A set of fuzzy tiger print cuffs dangle from your fingers. The jokes write themselves. But you ignore the re-occurrence of orange and black because you really want to know if he likes bondage. (Hopefully itâs a yes. Even more hopeful is he likes to be on the receiving end.)
âBirthday present.â
âYour friends are weird,â you say. âHave you used them?â
He looks shy, like he hasnât just asked you to don animal ears and ride him into the mattress. Handcuffs are nothing in comparison but you wait out the nerves flashing on his face. âMaybe.â
âOn who?â
âUmmâŠâ
âHave you been handcuffed?âÂ
Do you want to be? The idea is just another fantasy youâll think about later in the dark of your room when you need a quick way to get off.Â
âNo.â
âLame,â you tease before tossing them to the floor and shoving a foil packet into his chest.
Soonyoungâs ability to multitask is nonexistent. Not when your nipping his ear lobe and whispering how bad you want him to fuck you; how you canât wait to feel him inside you; how big his dick is. Perfect flattery that makes him whine and fumble the condom over and over again until you grant clemency and do it yourself.
His hands are rough against your ass as you slip him inside, slow because you want him to suffer just a little bit. Your thighs scream in protest at the angle but Soonyoung looks at you like heâs watching a miracle unfold and the discomfort is more than worth it.
If there was time, youâd let him fuck you from behind just to see how heâd fair with such a visual, but this is already dragging out too long. Soonyoung looks like he needs more time to adjust to the way heâs digging in your walls than you do. So you keep theme and start bouncing on his cock just to watch him go insane.
âGod,â he grunts, neck strained and a vein rising on his forehead. âYouâre fucking tight. Shit.â
Your eyelids flutter shut in focus. âKeep talking. Tell me how it feels.â
âFeels amazing, oh my god. Youâre so wet.â
Your pelvis tilts so he can meet each stroke from below. The slap of skin on skin drowns out any other noise; the music, the screaming partygoers just outside. If someone walks by his door theyâll figure out what's happening in a second. Makes you want Soonyoung to be louder.
âYouâre so hard for me.âÂ
You sink flat until your ass is cradled against the firmness of his thighs. You use the leverage to sit up and give an uninterrupted view of your front; how your breasts bounce with each movement, where his cock sinks deep into your guts without any resistance.
âAll for you,â he nods, eyes wild and unfocused. Thereâs sweat on his neck and you canât fight the sick urge to suck against the muscle laying underneath. âFuck you make me so hard.â
âShouldâve let me suck your dick.â
âI know,â he whines. An arm loops around your waist, crowding you into the sheets from a smooth flip. An open mouth kiss, really just panted breath and tongue, distracts you further. A thumb at your chin keeps you pliant to whatever he wants.
He rocks deeper, as if it's possible. Surges right into that spot that curls your chest tight with rough fluidity. Your thighs fold wide to give him room.
One of your hands rubs at your clit to catch up.
âGod, yeah, touch yourself for me.â Soonyoung whines. âCan you come again?â
Heâs not just a sub, heâs a sadist.
âIââ
âPlease,â he begs with a hard rush.Â
âYeah, okay,â you mumble. âFuck me harder. Make me cum on your cock.â
You dig your free hand in his hair, tugging until it stings at the roots just the way he likes. The reward is another harsh rut of his hips that leaves you gasping for air.Â
âFuck. Right there, baby,â you moan along with the sloppy noise echoing between your thighs. âDonât stop.â
You scramble to grab his ass, pulling him flush against you for the perfect angle to batter your insides. Your skins on fire as you tumble closer and closer to that point of no return.Â
âSoonyoung!â you gasp. Itâs right there. That blissful ending is just a hairwidth away.Â
âGod, youâre so hot,â he folds in half as he says it, crushing you underneath his body until you're bent in half in his lap with the wet of his tongue at your jaw. âCum for me, cum on my cock.â
You twist tighter under his insistence, shrinking and shrinking, and then â finally â it splinters. The waves rock through you, head forced back into the pillows from the force of moans wrecking your throat. âOhâ fuck, thatâgod. Oh.âÂ
Vision black against the inside of your eyelids, you melt into nothing. Only Soonyoungâs grip keeps you from shaking apart into a million pieces as you whine into his mouth.Â
âHoly shit, that was so hot,â heâs rambling the way to his own end, hips shaky from the way youâve wetted his cock. âYouâre so hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck.â
You want to watch him cum. Even if the temptation to lay there and take it is sweet you wonât give in.Â
Bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, Soonyoung is a mess in his own right. Pink at the ears, lips bruised. You canât get enough. His eyes darken as you suck along his thumb, tongue lashing against the sensitive pad. Soonyoung isnât the only one that wishes you got to suck his dick.Â
âCum on me,â you whine.Â
He pulls out, quickly tossing the condom aside. Your hand is already waiting to jerk him off over your body, the grease of the latex making the strokes smooth as Soonyoung fucks your fist with the same desperation as your pussy. It takes only a few thrusts before you feel the heat of his spend drip across your chest and stomach. Youâre careful to stay still, body spread flat as he coats you in pale streaks.Â
âFuck,â he gasps. He twitches when you donât stop, biting his tongue through the sting of overstimulation until he has to pull away.
Soonyoung collapses to the side. Shoulder to shoulder, you catch your breaths in the dull thump of music.
âThat was fun.â You pat his stomach before standing. The floor is a mess of clothes needing to be plucked through. His shirt becomes a cum rag as you wipe away the mess staining your body.
âYou arenât gonna stay?â He calls from the bed.Â
âNo?âÂ
Why would I? you think while pulling on your underwear.
Soonyoung watches, splayed across the bed with his dick still wet in his lap. âThen, can I, like, call you sometime?âÂ
âNo thanks.âÂ
âIf you keep being mean to me Iâm going to fall in love with you.â
 âQuoting New Girl isnât giving me much incentive to be nicer,â you snort, untangling your bra.Â
âItâs a great fucking show.âÂ
âHereâs a tip: if you want to fuck me again, stop being such a loser.âÂ
âYou still let me hit so I think you like losers.âÂ
Heâs smiling. You really need to find your underwear so you can get away from it.
âI like hot guys with big dicks,â you shrug. âYou happen to be that.âÂ
âI know you want me,â he sings
âDead, maybe.âÂ
âYouâd miss my stroke game.âÂ
âIâd love to stroke you.â You coo. âWith a bat. To the head.âÂ
âI love when you talk dirty to me, baby.â He groans with dramatic flair. âBy the way, you have cum on your skirt.âÂ
You do, on the hem somehow. A mystery to be solved when youâre safely back in the crowded expanse of a party and not alone with the guy with a tiger fetish you might want to fuck again. âNot the first time.âÂ
âGodâŠ. Please give me your number.âÂ
You canât swallow the smile blooming at his request. Instead, you turn to leer over him. Heâs watching your mouth, licking his lips like he wants to drag you down for another tumble. âKeep begging.âÂ
Heâs got enough humor to get on his knees and clutch his hands to his chest pathetically. Youâre still close, watching him down the slope of your nose while hiding a smirk.Â
âQueen of my dick, please bestow a crumb of kindness and allow me the pleasure of hitting you up at 3 AM.âÂ
âThat time I almost caved.â You back away just in time for him to stumble over himself. âToo bad I donât fuck guys into furry shit at 3 AM.âÂ
âOne, not a furry. Two, who do you fuck then?âÂ
âOne, you're not fooling anybody.â You take extra time straightening out your hair in the mirror just so he can stare at your ass. You feel him do it. âTwo, myself.âÂ
âI will pay real money to see that.â
âI know you would. So youâre never gonna.â
Heâs watching you like some lovesick fool, glowing in the light with ignorance of what comes next. Part of you doesnât want to crush someone as earnest as he is but staying the night is out of the question when you can still hear the party rattling through the walls.
âIf I give you my number,â you start. âYou have to give me this.â
Itâs one of the smaller plushies. Soft to the touch and attached to his keys hanging by the door. Itâs cute and perfect enough to satisfy your friendsâ demands. Also, an excuse to see him again if you really want.
 Maybe you do.Â
âTamTam?â Soonyoung asks from your side. You didnât even hear him approach but heâs got boxers on so it took him a minute.
âYou name your stuffed animals?â
âTamTam is special.âÂ
âOh, he is?â you ask. âWell, how bad do you want my number?â
âI donât knowâŠâ Soonyoung starts.Â
Your face stings at the rejection but you bury it before giving it a chance to fester into something that needs thinking about. Looking back in the mirror to correct the smudges in your make is the only cover youâve got.
âOkay,â he nods. âBut if you do anything to him I will actually cry.â
TamTam is thrust into your hands and you canât help but smile. Itâs cute. Soonyoung is cute. And it actually might make you explode.Â
You hate it.
âI pinky promise I will throw myself in front of a bullet for TamTam.â
He locks his pinky around your extended one, âGood.â
And then heâs kissing you again. Every thought melts away under his lips, soft against your own with a new sweetness. The edge of the dresser digs into your spine as he crowds you against it for more leverage but itâs merely an afterthought.
Soonyoung (not a furry): btw i lied [12:15 AM] Soonyoung (not a furry): im not hitting you up at 3am [12:15 AM] Soonyoung (not a furry): what are you doing tomorrow night (pls say me) [12:16 AM] You: tamtam and i are busy [12:33 AM]
Maybe you smile at the string of intelligible letters you receive after sending the picture of you kissing TamTamâs cheek. Itâs no one's business if you do anyway.
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Love me back
Yoo Jimin x university student!reader
Synopsis: she wants to let go. you need her to let go. none of you can.
Warnings: nsfw. smut. biting. angsty I guess.
Word count: 2.5k
Notes: my darlings <3
Karina didnât turn to look when you sat beside her in the park. She knew who it was. She called you herself, not many minutes ago.
Hey
Ik weâre fighting, but could you come, please?
An address. Another message, too, after a few minutes. Almost as if she were wary of sending it.
Itâs cold.
You stared at your phone as the bubble kept going on and off in your conversation, until it stopped. Finally, sheâd decided. About that, at least.
And I miss you
Needless to say, you went to meet her. Youâd never deny her anything, no matter how much you wanted to. No matter how much she deserved so.
You found her sitting on a wooden bench, staring at the lake with a red nose and cold hands. You could tell she was freezing, even with the thick jacket she wore, yet you didnât move to take yours off and offer it to her. No, you two were long past this.
âIâve had a stressful week.â She sighed, hiding her face in her hands. Like the usual, she didnât directly acknowledge you, and you knew why. Youâve been doing this long enough to know that this was all you meant to her: an escape.
A distraction, if you were lucky enough.
âYou always do.â Your words were as apathetic as your face, serious as you shove your hands into your pockets, trying to suppress a shiver yourself. It was freezing cold indeed, so whatever it was that had Karina pissed mustâve been something serious, to have her out of the dorms so late at night.
You were curious, although not curious enough to give in just yet. After moments of waiting for her to say something, anything, you rolled your eyes, sitting beside her on the wooden bench. She closed hers, depriving herself of the grand view of the river, and rested her head on the crook of your neck. You allowed her to do so, naturally.
Thereâs very little youâd not let her do to you.
âArenât you tired of this?â
âNo.â Her answer is immediate, steam coming from the heavy breath sheâd let out. âI could never get tired of you.â
Perhaps she was truthful in her words. You loved her, and you knew she loved you too, in her own way. It would never work out: with her being an idol, famous and successful, and you being just a university student. You were aware of that, and it was the reason you promised yourself to not answer her calls, whenever she reached out for you; youâd only get hurt, in the end â the right thing to do would be to end it, to protect yourself and your feelings.
However, as much as she did mean the empty promises she gave you, Karina knew just what to say to lure you in. Not just your body, the idol knew your soul too well. Her words were, most of the time, carefully calculated to break out your boundaries and get you to do whatever it was that she wanted you to. Even though you knew her tricks, you couldnât help but to fall into her web every time.
She sighed, shrinking as she hummed against your neck, sniffing your perfume. Still the one sheâd given you on your birthday, she was pleased to note. âCan I go to your house?â
Her voice was just as small and quiet as she made herself be, hugging her knees under the moonlight. Even in all her confidence, she was still a bit wary; afraid this would be the day you finally realized she was too damaging to you. Sheâs deeply afraid youâd leave her. She loves you â itâs complicated, but oh, how she does. She canât fathom losing you.
âNot to talk, I assume.â Your tone, usually playful, was still serious. Karina moved her head from you, urging to be able to look in your face. Your beautiful face, kind and sweet and made to love her, staring at her with a blank expression â much different from the look of love you had before.
But that was ages ago, when you were both naive and pure, not at all ruined by the idol world. After all, generally, love is not enough.
The older girl shook her head, carefully observing your actions. âNo, not to talk.â
You sighed. Unfortunately, you couldnât help it: Karina was a siren, the holy sounds of her moans luring you in until you found yourself so deep in the water there was no other option but to drown.
You were, indeed, so exhausted of this cycle. One of her calling you solemnly when she wanted to rant or fuck until she was spaced out enough to forget her problems away for a few hours. She didnât show any interest in your likings, your hobbies, or your friends. It was crystal clear that you were nothing but a stress relief to her.
Still, you were weak. Unfortunately, you loved Karina wholeheartedly, and you were eager to get whatever she wanted to give to you, no matter how much your logic was against it. How could you not? The sex was too good.
Aware of that, you got up, still refusing to display any emotions once you started walking, knowing sheâd follow.
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There is no warmth in your kiss. You bumped into the sofa, hurrying to the bedroom without separating your mouth from Karinaâs. Her clothes were nearly ripped off her body, her sharp fingers doing the same with yours. Itâs been too long since you had touched her pale, soft skin â you feel such lust for her in your heart, you nearly suffocate. Your desire for her body âfor the little she gives you, it all drives you insane. It isnât healthy, being on her will 24/7 and bending to all her wishes, but again, you canât help it. Sheâs lured you in.
You positioned yourself between her legs, moving her long, raven hair from her face so youâd be able to stare at her properly. She looked flawless, impeccable, and waiting for you to take whatever you wanted to. It was just how she was: you could take and take, yet sheâd never give you what you truly wanted.
Pretty girl with a pretty mind and a rotten soul, every sacred inch of her curves sculptured to leave you damned. To hurt you.
You sighed, biting her lips, then her skin. You loved to see your artwork on herâ almost like a small victory. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âI want you to hurt.â She breathed deeply, hot moans coming from her mouth as you placed slow, wet kisses on her neck. âI deserve it.â
Kissing the space between her chest, you, murmur. âIâve dreamed about being able to do so many times. Unfortunately, I canât. I fucking canât.â
She ignored your words, pulling you in for another messy kiss.
Karina always promised herself sheâd stop reaching out to you. She knew youâd always give her attention, and part of her truly wished she could stop hurting you. She had never intended to. But she was also weak, and she needed you too much. How could she let go of you, when you were the only person who knew the real her? Youâre the keeper of her dreams, her insecurities, her deep, darkest fears.
âYou should.â Her voice had no trace of humor, as she traced her sharp nails through your jaw, forcing your mouth open. You knew her well enough to recognize the silent mocking, silently glad for your lack of self-respect.
For the sake of peace, you chose to ignore her words. Getting up, you delighted yourself with the way her eyes ravished your body, not at all in a rush while you got the strap sheâs used to. She gulped, her mouth watering at the sight presented to her: how beautiful you were, all hers. It didnât matter if it wasnât true: youâd always go back to her, in the late hours of the night. Sheâd just have to call, and youâd drop everything and go.
As it should be.
Back in bed, you spat, spreading your saliva over the plastic toy. Karina had already knelt, salivating in front of you. Your hands grabbed a hold of her hair, shoving her face onto it rather harshly. âTake it.â
And oh, she did. Karina was eager, sucking and mixing your saliva with hers as she took it all in, the silicone gagging her throat and your grip not getting any weaker, forcing her to allow her mouth be fucked even when she started to get dizzy, dark dots appearing in her vision due to the lack of breathing. Only then, you let her go, watching her recompose herself.
âVery good. How much do you want it?â You teased, tone still serious, groping her thin waist until your fingerprints could be seen, reddening her impeccable porcelain skin. Her pretty ass was begging to be bruised, slapped all over, so you did as such.
Karinaâs response came from her body, before she could even forge the words to answer you. Her back arched, and lewd, loud moans immediately left her mouth.
âToo m-much.â She gasped, whining once the strap met her entrance, not entering her properly. âY/n⊠give me it all, p-please.â Karina pushed her hips back, trying to get you to be quicker.
Ever so impatient, as always. Never in the mood to play your games; they were of no interest to her.
Still, you did not give in, brushing her wet cunt as you pleased, giving her just the tip before pulling it out once again. You felt how hot and desperate she was, which made you hum in pleasure, too. At least she was suffering, in a way.
âPlease, my Y/n. Iâll do everything, I promise.â She begged, little tears prickling from her eyes. âEverything you want, I swear. Iâll give you anything. A new laptop, jewels, a car, just say it but please, p-pleaseâŠâ Her pleads got even louder, self-control wearing thin.
It hurtâ no, it maddened you to know she thought she could buy you with superficial things. Youâve never asked for any of those, not even when you were (unofficially) together. Youâve never wanted anything but her love. Sheâd never understand that.
It made you crazy, upset and so damn pissed off that she couldnât see so.
Huffing, you pushed her down on the bed, entering her whole with your cockâs full length without giving her any time to adjust. It was rough, without a careâ just how Karina liked the most.
Your roommates were away for the weekend, thankfully. Karina has always been a vocal mess, specially in bed, but it was obvious her current routine was taking a toll on her; her moans were sinful, the incoherent mumbles she let out making them close to screams, and she was so responsive. Her entire body twitched whenever youâd place your mouth on her skin.
Sucking her lips, then her neck, and oh, she nearly came in the spot when you started biting. Bruising her arms, her abdomen, her waistâ your favorite place to mark her. Sheâd wear your hickeys proudly, smiling and mumbling about how clumsy she had been during rehearsals whenever somebody asked her about it, brushing off their concern.
It was all too much: your bite marks, mouth so hot on top of her, making sure no place was left unattended, paired with your thrusts, hard and fast, her grasps being how much she could breathe in between. Filling her up, adoring her so much.
She loved this.
âY-youâre the best, my Y/n.â She let out, her body bumping against the mattress. Being loved by you was her favorite thing, she recalled. How could she have ever forgotten about it?
You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying something youâd regret.
âI hate you, for being so pretty.â You told Karina, pinching and twisting her nipples as you thrusted into her, hard and fast. She rolled her eyes, clearly too lost in her pleasure to give your thoughts any attention. You turned her around, eager to be presented with her pretty ass, wiggling with the thrusting motions. You gave it a single slap, a loud whine being followed from the older girl. âI hate you for not loving me back.â You held her by the hips, angling higher so you could reach her g-spot. âAnd I hate myself for loving you so much.â
Your words, even though they didnât make much sense in Karinaâs current fucked out mind, along with your movements and stimulations, were more than enough to have her reach her high. Letting out a high-pitched cry, Karina came, holding your arms tightly in attempts to not fall apart. You let her do so, assuring she went back to her senses before you could let your body fall beside her, the strap that hung on your hips latched on the ground.
âWill you ever give me anything more than that? More than hiding and being nothing more than a late night fuck?â You asked, straight to the point.
A year ago, you wouldnât have had the guts to ask such a question. You lacked confidence, and you feared sheâd disappear if you such as mentioned whatever it was that you two had.
Not anymore, though. Even more than insecure, you were tired; you couldnât endure your situation anymore. A few days before her call, youâd made peace with the thought of not having her to yourself anymore. It would be harsh, but it was the best for you. You deserved better.
Even if you would never love anyone more than you loved her.
Karina stayed silent, looking down onto the covers. Itâs enough answer for you. Sighing, you got up, handing her clothes and gesturing to the door.
âThen go elsewhere to get whatever you want, next time. Let me be free, Karina, please.â You hated yourself for sounding so miserable, the crack in your tone serving as clear evidence of how hurt you were. You loved her so much, but you couldnât do this any longer. You needed more.
And Karina, even with all the confidence, money, and influence she had, could never give you such a thing.
She took the cue, doing as told. Her eyesâ her big, dark, sad eyes stared at you quietly, and she opened her mouth to say something. After minutes of waiting, though, she doesnât. Still silent, Karina left, launching you a last sad, pitiful look.
She was a mess; a beautiful, doomed angel, trapped in an industry that saw her as nothing less than a product, made to make money out of, until she was worn out. She struggled, naturally. It was a cruel place, one where people cared very little about her well-being and her actually feelings.
However, Karina was not yours to worry about anymore. Never was, for a fact.
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NASTY- SONG MINGI (18+)
yeah i want you to get nasty,
do that thing you know i like, no oneâs watching
warnings: read and find out. 18+.
FRIDAY
âwelcome in, guys! what brings you in today?â the salesman asks. mingiâs been busy with schedules, realizing that he hasnât seen you much, nor has he gotten to do anything he really wanted to do.
today was the day heâd spoil you. you didnât want to go out, but mingi insisted that heâd blow all his money on whatever you wanted today since âmy money is yours.â
the first place you went to was YSL. you bought a pair of the classic YSL heel, mingi letting you swipe his card the minute you picked up the pair. he stood and watched you try on the shoe, in admiration of how well deserved you are of everything good in the world. it was his love languageâ gift giving.
âwhat do you think, baby? do my feet look weird?â you observed your foot, making sure that your gold anklet matched the shoe. you never took off that anklet, youâve had it on since the first time you spent your birthday with mingi.
âno, baby. i think they suit you really well. makes you look so elegant, my love.â he kneels before you, holding your foot and caressing your bare and smooth calves. his dimples rise to peek at you, making your skin crawl in arousal.
âthank you. i think iâm gonna get these, then.â you put them back in the silk bag they were once in, and handed them to the salesman. you put your shoes back on, walking over to the register to swipe your boyfriendâs black card.
âbaby, you really donât have to be my sugar daddy all the time.â
âstop questioning how i show my love. plus, you deserve it, donât you, pretty girl?â heâs holding your bags, letting you walk free-handedly around the mall.
âi do.â you continue a conversation, only to notice that youâre not getting any responses. you catch mingi staring at the lingerie store on your left side, realizing that heâs hard, too.
âbaby, we have to come in here. go try some things on and call me to the back so i can see them.â he holds your hand, guiding you into the store as he steps back and waits outside for you to call.
you pick out a burgundy corset laced set with black diamonds lining the chest area, with the back exposed. attached was a knee strap that had dangling diamonds dripping down your thigh, while the other thigh was left blank. you felt so sexy, almost like if youâd called mingi back here, heâd rip it off and have to pay for it before youâd even get to decide if you like it or not. nonetheless, you finish putting on the thigh strap to complete the look, you call mingiâs phone and he comes to the 7th fitting room you chose. you chose the last and farthest room from the store, knowing how mingi is.
he slowly pulls the curtain, eyeing you up and down with his bottom lip sitting between his pearly whites. his mind runs a thousand miles an hour, feeling like heâs above the clouds and underground at the same time. he watches the way you breathe, the way your hair moves down your back when you take the deep breaths. he watches the way you stare into his eyes through the mirror, watching him slowly walk towards you and closing the curtain behind him.
âyou like? i think this color suits me, donât you think, mings?â you ask as you run your hands up your chest, admiring the way your cleavage sits in the top.
mingi doesnât respond. you catch him staring at the diamonds down your thigh, and down to the gold anklet hugging your ankle. his eyes move up to your perked ass, then right back down to your thigh. itâs something about your thighs that mingi could never get enough of. the smoothness and the way they feel around his head when heâs devouring your pussy.
âyou canât rip this off me, yet, mingi. i like it and i wanna get it. you can fuck me later. you know i can read your mind.â you chuckle. he breathes, his hand moving to travel up your waist and up to your neck to push you onto his body. your head is thrown back onto his shoulder, watching him through the mirror as he kisses down your neck.
âbut baby, you look so nasty. you look so fuckable. like i wanna cum on your face and let you squish my face with your thighs while you wear this thigh strap you have on.â
he pulls on the elastic, only to snap it onto the skin. you gasp, he squeezes your throat tighter and kisses your temple.
âget dressed, iâll pay for this and weâre going home.â he unties the corset from the back, then kneels to unclip the strap on your thigh. you slide the corset off, taking your clothes from mingiâs hands as he steps out and pays for the set.
mingi grabs the rest of your bags and you both head out of the building as soon as you can. mingi could not wait any longer to fuck you in your new set.
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SATURDAY
âmingi, please go make me pancakes. iâm too lazy,â you whine. you really donât feel like doing anything at all this evening. you craved pancakes at 7:00pm, mingi being wide awake and already in the kitchen.
âyouâre so lazy. but yes, i will make you some pancakes, lovey. how many do you want?â his bare back muscles flex with every move he made, his hair bouncing in its place.
âlike 4. but donât drench them in syrup.â
âfine.â
âthank you.â
as you downed your last pancake, mingi watched you get up and put your plate in the sink and wash your hands. you wore his basketball shorts and your tanktop, along with a pair of black socks. your feet were cold, as youâd just moved in and youâre having trouble with your heat.
and so was mingi.
he watched the way your ass and hips moved whenever you walked anywhere. he stared at your waist and how your long hair covered your back. he felt himself getting rock hard as he remembered the scene in the fitting room yesterday evening.
he called you over to him before you sat down across from him.
ây/n. come here.â he motioned for you to sit on his lap, not thinking about breaking eye contact with you.
âwhere did you put that red set we bought yesterday, hm? tell me darling, when are you gonna wear it?â he runs his pretty fingers up the back of your thighs, landing a sharp spank on your left cheek.
âwell we just bought it yesterday. iâll put it on soon.â
âi think you should go upstairs and put it on. now.â
you, without a doubt, run up the stairs and pull out the set from your closet. you slide on the strap lastly, making sure it sat in the right spot.
as you finish putting on the set, mingi walks up the stairs and into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
âfuck, all this for me? do you understand how lucky i am? guys would be on their knees for you in a second. but i get to have you and see you like this.â
he slowly moves towards you at the edge of the bed, lifting your chin up to maintain eye contact with you while he slides his hand through your thighs.
âi would never let anyone see me the way you do, mingi. iâm all for you. i belong to you.â
you couldâve sworn you just heard him moan. you feel his breath hitch under his touch, sweat forming around his orange hairline. he leans down to kiss you, nothing but tongue and teeth. he pulls away to catch his breath as his eyes are rolled back.
âthatâs right, you belong to me. now, lay back for me, âm gonna taste your pretty pussy. want you to squeeze my head with your pretty thighs.â
as your body reacts to his deep toned silk voice, you lay back onto the bed, feeling mingi following you, planting kisses all over your chest. he kisses on the corset with his wet lips, falling in love with your body in every lifetime.
you are mingiâs ride or die. though it sounds cliche, mingi cannot live without you. he comes home around 2am after a long day at work, and you understand him. he wishes things were different with his idol life and his personal life, but you make up for it. he loves you more than anything in his life. in fact, you may be the only thing he does love.
these thoughts cloud mingiâs brain as he admires and worships your body tonight, tears enveloping his precious eyes.
âmings, why are you crying? is something wrong?â you sit up on your elbows, your left hand caressing his cheek while he kisses your lower stomach through the burgundy fabric.
âi fucking love you. i would die for you. you donât understand that i cannot physically live without you, baby. youâre so beautiful, i donât know what to do.â he lifts your thighs and places them on his shoulders while he kneels on the floor at the edge of the bed, kissing the insides of your legs, and to unbutton the bodysuit with his pearly white teeth.
âmingi, i love you. i love you so fucking much, i canât imagine being with anyone else.â you moan out as he licks a stripe up your bare pussy, your thighs immediately shutting around his head as the diamonds on the strap poke his temples.
âyou taste so beautiful. would rather die than never have this pussy again, my love. open up for me.â
as he continues to eat you out, he plunges his long, thick fingers into your heat and you finish all over his hand and wrist. he licks a long stripe from your pussy, gathering your cum and his drool. he brings his face closer to yours as you open your mouth. he gathered the juices in his mouth as he spit them into yours, immediately swallowing and sticking your tongue out to show him that youâve swallowed.
âgood girl. my beautiful girl. iâm gonna fuck you now, let you feel my love.â he unzips his pants, tossing them somewhere in the room. he throws his glasses onto the nightstand by your bed, then takes the rest of his clothing off, leaving nothing but his silver chain with your initial on it.
he brings his palm up to your mouth so youâd spit in his hand, then he rubs it on the base of his cock. he pushes his cock into your heat, making you immediately gasp in response, still not used to his size.
âfuck! mingi, youâre so big, i d-â you claw at his lower stomach, clenching your thighs and scratching his hips with the black diamonds on the strap.
âbaby, youâve taken me hundreds of times, whatâs changed?â he slowly pushes into you, using his question to distract you from his size ripping you open.
âi- fuck, fuck fuck! baby, oh my godââ you cry out, mingiâs thrusts already picking up the pace. he doesnât hesitate to thrust at his own speed, knowing that youâve taken him hundreds of times, but you were extra sensitive today.
mingi took your wrists in his hands, using them to hold you onto his dick while he pounds into you deeper. he lifts you up as your legs wrap around his tiny waist. he feels like heâs on cloud 9, with the way youâre gripping his length.
âfeel it. feel how much i fucking love you. how much iâd do for you. how much iâd lose for you.â he lets you go as you fall loosely back onto the bed. he comes down to spoil your mouth with his sloppy kisses, breathing in your moans and cries.
âmingi, i love you! i love you so fucking much, baby. you belong to me and i belong to you,â you cry out. you feel so blissful in a moment like this with mingi. its rough, its raw, its real. his love language always spoke its full dialect to you, while he showed how sorry he was for the lost time.
âdo that thing i like, baby. grip my dick, make me cum.â his head is thrown back while he fiddles and tugs at your thigh strap. he feels your pussy gripping his length, unintentionally, since youâre already about to cum.
âfuck! fuck, stop, iâm gonna cum.â he gasps. youâve already opened a gate and you do not want to close it. so, you grip onto his cock again, harder this time. he groans louder, coming down to wrap his pretty hand around your throat. he fucks into you rapidly, chasing his orgasm just as much as you chase your third one of the night.
âyouâre still fucking me and youâre not using the safeword. i donât think you want me to stop, mings.â you smirk at him, almost mocking his submissive demeanor.
âyouâll kill me one of these days, yet i feel so fucking alive with you. feels so good.â his pace comes to a halt, slowing down and twitching inside your ovaries.
âcum in me, mings. wanna feel your cum all in me.â you contract around him again. he comes down to kiss you, then sucks on your bottom lip, pulling away with a pop as he finishes in you.
âmy god, baby. youâre fucking phenomenal. i love you.â he pulls out, plopping down on the spot beside you. you both give each other a few minutes before getting up.
a few minutes pass as mingi regains himself, he flips you over to untie the corset, letting your lungs finally breathe the air you needed. he unclips the strap on your thigh, putting it on the nightstand as keeps for the next time he wants to fuck you again. he walks over to the bathroom, soaking a towel with extra warm water to clean you up.
he turns you over and lifts your thigh to wipe the juices around your inner thighs, then plants a kiss on the cleaned area.
âthe things i would do for you, my love.â
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