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CUM RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE ☆

☆ sum. what’s bed chem? where they like to finish inside, when you both arrive at the same time, and the thermostat’s set at six-nine. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.

warnings. fem! reader, established relationships, unprotected, premature ejac, lots of cúmplay, ōral (m! receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, impact play, squírting, bōob job, manhandling, size kink, spít, brēeding kink.

☆ NANAMI KENTO - TUMMY.

nanami was a gentleman—he didn’t mind filling you up, but he’d rather prefer to paint your tummy instead. he’d always have you in missionary too, giving you deep passionate strokes whilst he’s buried nose deep near the crook of your neck. “sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good,” he softly rasps as blond tresses of hair glue against his perspiring skin. with just how close he was—you feel his husky pants ghost against your skin, nearly tasting his loud rosemary cologne scent. “mmh, missed you all day at work. had a boner in my meeting ‘n everything.”

“y- yeah?” you pant right with him, weak arms wrapping around his broad narrow shoulders. nanami’s so slow that it’s almost painful, trying to make every thrust count. you’re slathering his entire cock with nothing but your slippery slick, hearing the weeping sloshes purr from beneath your folds. he was hitting you good, and the back of your ankles find themselves running down his chiseled back. with a sheepish smile—you meet his mahogany-eyed gaze, moaning put sweet nothings. “you weren’t thinkin’ about me in your meeting, were you ‘ken?”

“ah,” he grunts, “you know i was, sweetheart,” and he’s staring at you with the most warmest expression. his soft fawn eyes linger on you the entire time and he brings a tender kiss near the twitching corner of your mouth. “all i think about is you,” he kisses near underneath your chin. “only you,” and you moan once he sneaks a hand down between your sprawled open thighs, giving your stuffed pussy a loving pat. “and of course her.”

nanami’s pace slowly accelerated as he moved— you can’t help but drag your nails down his back, clinging onto him for dear life. “fuck,” your head falls back against the cushioned pillow that’s laid directly behind you. his hips, they were delicious.

nanami pounds into you in such a romantic way, and yet his thrusts were far more crude. he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to hit all the right spots to make you gasp. “kento, ohmygod,” you’d whine out his name constantly in sweet repeated syllables. “faster, ‘s okay, fuck me. fuck m- me.”

“such a naughty mouth my wife has,” he whispers, and his voice pitches—growing a bit raspy. he’s driving fat inches into you, jaggedly crashing his hips into you again and again. you moan, feeling strands of his hair tickle against your forehead. “oughta clean it,” his voice goes even lower, and the bass that lives on his tone makes you throb. he feels it—your spongy insides desperately convulsing around him. nanami cups your chin, pressing a wet chaste kiss against your lips. “faster, hm? ‘s that what you want, my love?”

as your eyes start to flicker back, rolling toward the very depths of your cranium—you whimper, babbling out pathetic whiny cries by this point. “y- yes, faster please ‘ken. need it, fuck me.”

his body sticks against yours practically - skin against skin, and he’s attached to you like velcro.

your cunt’s soaking him fully and it makes him bite the inside of his hollow cheek. nanami reaches onto the wooden-made headboard with a single burly arm, and you moan at the sight of his bulging muscles flexing from his grasp. “i see you checking me out, honey,” he chuckles, his hips bucking even quicker. you whimper once his cock kisses up against your clit. it scratches such a carnal itch in your brain that makes your thighs almost collapse. fuck, he found the spot, he found that spot and now you were sure your brain was short-circuiting. fuzziness coils at your brain before you cutely try to paw your hands at his arms. “go ‘head. feel me up, sweetheart. these muscles belong all to you.”

as your hands feel against his brick hard muscles, nanami’s blond brows contort into a furrow once he feels a sudden familiar strain. “oh, god,” and you feel this pace gradually slow down. he bites his lip, still holding onto the headboard while another hand grips your waist. “honey, you’re gonna make a mess out of me again, fuck.”

nanami rarely swears—but when he does, it makes you throb. he tries not to, but whenever he’s stuffed deep inside of your cunt, he can’t help it. you’re clinging onto him with your pretty thighs wrapped around his slim waist. “cum, ‘ken.” you moan, flimsy arms wrapping around his tense shoulders. nanami’s weight hovers over you completely, and he feels your finger twirl against his faint blond chest hair. he huskily groans, giving you those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks.

with quickness, nanami pulls his cock out— and he sprays globs of satiny ribbons right on your bare tummy. he groans as his pink lips purse together and he’s shaking. your pussy’s so soaked, and he only imagined what would happen if he came inside. the thought purged his mind—flooding his thoughts, and he takes a few seconds before collapsing right on your chest.

“are you alright?” he pants, resting his chin between your breasts. for a faint moment, you see him pouting and you kiss his forehead. a sheepish grin spreads against his lips before you feel him softly pressing down on your tummy. “i wasn’t too harsh, was i?”

“again, kento,” you playfully coo, and he’s taken by surprise once you suddenly get up, lightly shoving him on his back. landing with a quiet ‘oof,’ nanami falls back against the bed with a timid look in his eyes, allowing you to straddle his lap. “this time, inside though.”

“yes ma’am,” he replies in a cheeky tone, still sweating as he brings his broad bare hands toward your waist. “let’s see if you can handle me, sweetheart,” and you moan once he abruptly spanks your ass, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “your move.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO - TITS.

“get on your knees,” choso mumbles, remembering you wanted him to be a bit more rough whenever it came to intimate activities. he’s got the biggest pout though as he’s stroking himself awkwardly, a pout twisting against his pink lips. “…please,” he murmurs quietly, watching as you got down on your knees, reaching an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. choso’s already panting as he gawks, swollen round thumb grazing up against his veiny bulging cock. “good girl, good.”

“you remember what to do next, baby?” you sweetly hum, cupping each of your springy tits. god, you looked so pretty. choso loved finishing on your chest. after you demonstrated to him what a ‘boob job’ was, he became obsessed. sure, he liked finishing inside too but he always preferred this—spraying creamy ropes near your breasts, and his favorite part was to always shove his cock in between them.

you taught him a lot, and maybe he was far dirtier than you expected.

with a nod, he continues to pump his cock into his hand before groaning out a, “mhm,” and he kisses his teeth. already, he was close. you drove him crazy - you and him both knew that, and it makes him get harder at realizing how big of a mess he’s about to make - on you.

choso’s cock was so pretty — it’s long, and stands tall right before your eyes. your eyes rove at how it’s got a slight left lazy curve due to how heavy it was, as well as having a prodding vein running down the middle of his shaft. you can’t help but lean in, lapping your tongue against the vein as you bounce your doughy twin mounds with the palm of your hands. “f- fuck, baby you’re teasin’ me,” he moans, a hand of his grabbing onto the top of your head. dewy eyes of yours slowly glance up at him and you hum, licking a long playful stripe right down from his swollen tip until you reach his shaven base. “ah, you don’t wanna wait, do you? should i just—”

“go ‘head, ‘cho,” you coo, twiddling your thumbs against the sensitive nubs of your nipples. doing so, you make yourself twitch between your legs and you moan, giving his achy tip a quick kiss.

“o- okay,” he swallows thickly, and his breaths become more and more shallow. choso’s abs tighten and clench and you watch how a single drop of sweat races down the very center. he’s got the prettiest expressions. his lip quivers before he gnaws on it, letting off a soft whine at the tightening pressure that’s arising against his cock. “baby, tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles with pouty lips, and that’s when he aligns his shaft in between your jiggling breasts. a perfect fit, he moans immediately once you sit up with a teasing smile, circling your tits around repeatedly. “fuck, keep doin’ that. touch yourself, uh huh.”

as your hands cling onto your plump breasts, he’s slowly thrusting his dick in between your tits. you feel that same prodding vein that runs against his shaft against your skin and you sigh. “cum, choso. give it t’ me.” you softly utter, never breaking eye contact. choso practically had heart eyes — only you could talk to him like that and make him entirely weak. he lets off a sweet elongated moan, watching with saucer-wide eyes as his hardened dick’s gradually disappearing in between the valley of your breasts.

“ngh, ‘m cumming,” he groans in a low voice, inhaling his final sharp breath. as choso’s nostrils flare up, it’s only then that he abruptly cums on your chest, painting the upper part of your frame with his creamy white color. “mmh, shit,” his head tosses back, and his dick finally grows flaccid. choso’s soft now, and his tip’s still the same rosy white, streams and streams of speedily dribbling from the sides. he’s huffing as a bit of it plops on your cheek and you swipe a thumb against it, lapping it right up. “baby, you’re s- so dirty.”

“for you,” you reply in a honeyed tone, leaning in more to slowly swirl your tongue around his throbbing crowned tip. foaming minuscule bubbles ooze from the reddened head of his cock and he groans, still feeling the euphoric after effects of his body. the sensitivity of it all feels good, and it leaves an unforgettable sweet taste in his mouth. you’re still on your knees and as he’s coated the entire parts of your tits with spurts of hot dripping cum. you lick your lips, giving his tip one more kiss. “you did so good, baby. good boy.”

with his dick still in hand, his eyes widen at your praise and it’s so cute—he’s got literal heart eyes forming before his pout returns.

“… say that again,” he gruffs, a thumb delicately smearing against your glossed lips. you were covered in his mess, and he only wanted to do it more. “please, say that again.”

with a sheepish smile, you hum. “good boy?”

“mm,” he moans from just your words, and you gasp once he suddenly lifts you up. choso’s panting, and you realize he’s leading you toward the bedroom. “i- i need to show you just how much of a ‘good boy’ i can be. h-heh.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO - INSIDE.

“fuuckk, dunno who’s the bigger slut right now, baby girl. you or these. damn. hips.” toji groans, enunciating each virile thrust.

raven shaggy strands block his semi-blurred eyesight as his own sculptured hips continue to punctuate each hit against your very core. you’re moaning until the cords in your throat goes strained—he’s got you laid flat on the bed. ass up, face down.

his favorite, toji loved his doggystyle.

not only did he love it though, he was fucking mean. each jackhammering clap of his hips sends you whiplash as multiple breaths snatch out from your throat. “yeaaahhh, take it. fuckin’ take it. move that ass against me, don’t be lazy,” he grunts, verdant eyes peering at the doughy globes of your rear jerk and toss back against him. with a swatting hand going towards your left ass cheek, he grabs your hip with another. “oh, c’mon. you can move quicker than that big girl. thought you could take me.”

“hngh, i can,” you mewl out, hearing your own cunt retaliate against his teasing. he’s buried so deep that the crown of his cock’s just sloppily making out with your cervix. so big, the crooked stretch of his dick always makes you drool, aching for more within each pivotal stroke. you feel a scarred thumb of his caress down the juncture of your jittery waist as your cheek smushes up against your pillow. “toji, you’re jus’ fuckin’ big.”

“watch that mouth,” he swats a palm against your ass again, making you moan. the bed beneath you both wails out a plethora of groans, sounding as if it the headboard was about to shatter into a million pieces. the cocky authority in his low deep voice makes your cunt twitch — and oh, does he feel it. “cute, strugglin’ ‘ta take me ‘n yet your pussy’s tellin’ me something else,” and once he leans further in, his chest brushing up against your back, he’s even deeper. toji’s swollen fat crown massages through your walls and you whimper, feeling his hand softly wrap around your throat. “you’re soaking me, you know that? ‘n you said you weren’t even that wet, liar. .”

your eyes gradually droop once he creeps his hand up toward your face, popping two fingers into your mouth. “put that bratty fuckin’ mouth to use,” a husky voice whispers against the shell of your ear. you happily take his two digits, swirling your tongue around the thickness of them both whilst he’s still ruthlessly pounding you. your ass sticks up in the air and he groans, continuing to hump his hips achingly against your backside. “fuck, good girl. get my fingers wet. gonna shove ‘em right in this sloppy pussy later,” and he hears you let off a sweet needy coo. spanking your cunt with his free hand, he licks near your neck. “oh? you’d like that, huh doll?”

shamelessly, you nod at his words and he darkly chuckles. cute, even with your throat being stuffed with his fingers. and you’re nothing but a mess too. strings of spit drizzle down the inner crevices of your mouth as your tongue curls around his fingers. “shit, y’er gonna make me cum,” his breath grows shaky, and he hears your pussy starting to whine out airy moans of itself. gummy flesh sticks against each other from each thrust and it’s hard. both gripping mounds of skin clash amongst each other at full force and the impact rings through your ears. toji groans, feeling his full base starting to tighten and his jaw clenches. “gotta make this tummy plump again, just … gotta,” and his hips dramatically buck, plummeting every length inch inside of your sopping sweet cunt. “f- fuck!”

toji gets humbled by his own release before he cums—and he groans. that final merciless shimmy of his hips rigidly sealing the deal. within seconds, he’s cumming—emitting out masses of thick slimy ropes that quickly sprays the inner lining of your pussy. your mouth’s still full of his fingers and your lashes flap, eyelids becoming insignificantly heavy. you weakly grind your hips back on him and toji’s loudly grunting. “god, i need .. a minute,” and a drop of sweat races down his sculpted v-line. a hand combs through his shaggy unkempt hair as he’s still pumping you with such salacious virility. “ugh. gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. swollen all u-up,” and his voice falters once his cock finally finishes it’s sloppy spurts.

you felt warm, a few remnants of cum tear and ooze down the undersides of your thighs—he came that much, and you only wanted more. whenever toji came inside, he’d always think about making your tummy round ‘n plump again.

“t- tojiii,” you whine, his fingers popping out of your mouth. he slowly scissors his fingers together, glancing at the glistening trail of saliva you’ve gifted his digits before he gradually pulls his cock out. your thighs were sprawled open and you could just feel his dangerous eyes bore into your back. “fuck, ‘m full.”

“good,” he rasps, smearing a fat thumb down your drooling clit. velvety ropes of cum—globs of it leak out from your folds and you’re just stupidly smothered into the pillows - fucked entirely stupid. toji’s chest heaves in and out before he brings his thumb up to his scarred lips, getting a taste for himself. “hn. not bad. now roll that ass over, baby. ‘m not done givin’ you a good fill.”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN - ASS.

sukuna rarely pulls out but when he does, he likes to finish on your ass.

he loves more than anything to spank you until you’re whining from the swatting stings, constantly moaning out his name until your voice wears itself thin.

“your pussy’s always so weak,” he snarls, submissively having you on all fours. his chambers were quiet - minus the loud smacks of bodies clapping against each other every few thrusts.

his hips were maddened—he’s got you face down, fat cheek shoved into the silky made sheets with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. “ ‘s a shame, thought i trained it well,” the demon tsks, and your tummy curls once you feel his turgid tip swivel around your spongy insides. riiiight there, he hits every spot, feeling you slather all nth inches of his dick with your honeyed slick.

crimson red eyes peer at how well his dick continues to disappear within your walls—over and over, you’re gripping down on him like a vice and it makes him hiss. “there we go. there’s that pathetic squeeze,” and you moan, feeling him reach down to maneuver evil circles against your cunt. so sensitive, you writhe back against his hips and his forked tongue licks against the inside of your neck. “aw, someone’s pussy needed some lovin’ too, huh,” and as his warm breath ghosts against your skin, his thrusts grow sloppier. you shudder, feeling beads of sweat race down the cracked valley of your ass.

“suku—”

“quiet, woman,” he shushes you, a sharp nail softly grazing down your skin. you moan, taking in every lengthy inch until your toes curled. sukuna’s hips were just downright brutal—you were gasping as he moved, his pace growing completely crazed and relentless. you could barely keep up, and although he’d never say it aloud because his pride wouldn’t let him, he found it adorable. as his hands continue to toy against your stuffed squelching cunt, he groans against your ear. “hear that?” he purrs against your skin, each saturated slosh getting louder than the next, a wolffish grin curls against his lips. “you wait your turn to speak, right now it’s hers.”

your eyes were already starting to roll back, he’s hitting you deep, and that crooked curve of his cock makes you salivate everytime. “o- ooh,” you’d whimper out, feeling the fabric of his kimono tickle against your skin from each swift movement he makes. his angry tip smacks against your clit and it’s just so rude - hitting and slapping away repeatedly until your brain’s complete mush. he was right though - you were incredibly wet. your pussy was more of a crybaby than you were. the sloshing sounds pour out from your cunt bounce off the regal walls of his royal chambers and that’s when you shriek. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum ‘kuna—fuck.”

“thought i told ya to keep quiet, princess,” bruising your pulsating clit continuously until you’re seeing nothing but stars. your vision glimmers, and you can see the entire galaxy, all from his deep, deep thrusts. “but, fine,” and the curse groans, knowing he was reaching his monumental high too. sukuna’s giving you his all, his pace was insanity, insane—just like he was.

his skin glues against yours after each hard ferocious thrust, sharp smacks swatting against your skin. “fuck, better take it,” and you moan once he spanks your ass again. “i didn’t tell you to stop arching, little girl. keep up.”

you moan, his swollen fat ridge of his cock continuing to drag in and out of your dripping cunt, screaming out cute squelching ‘pop’s until you’ve just about had it. here it comes, you prepare a long breath before you end up squirting right down on his cock. you’re squeezing around him tightly, clamping against him and he grunts before shortly following your lead. sukuna’s hips get sloppy, and by this point he’s just humping you from behind.

“k- kuna, fuck,” you whimper, growing quiet once clods of frothy white cum start to bubble down the sides of his thick shaft. veins prod from each sides as he’s filling you up, and it’s so much. you’re salivating, feeling his hands claw up and down your body — a wordless indication that you’re his and his alone. both of you groan in unison and as you finish gushing out on him, sukuna grunts.

“good,” he murmurs, glancing down at the translucent ring that starts to form around his full base. you’re sopping wet, so much that it’s almost pathetic. even more now that he’s gave you his cum, and sukuna watched as you bawl your empty hands into the ivory colored sheets, making a cute attempt at trying to crawl away.

“runnin’ away so soon? get back here,” he purrs, and you moan once he drags you back with his hips, a low chuckle leaving from his lips. sukuna licks down your spine before a wide thumb smears against your cunt. your folds still ooze with sultry cum before he playfully bites against your neck. “you’re still weak. pussy needs more training,” and you gasp once he leans further in, pulling your hips back down once you tried to sit up.

“now, arch girl.”

☆ GOJO SATORU - MOUTH.

whenever you go down on satoru, he’s just so pretty.

leave it to him to always make the most sluttiest facial expressions, while moaning out even sluttier moans. his long, slender fingers grip against your hair, tugging at your scalp lightly as your head continues to bobble.

“oh, fuck. that’s it baby. god, you ‘n that mouth,” he huffs, and you can hear his tone shake once you teasingly skim your tongue down the side of his cock. streams of saliva pour past the corners of your lips as he’s encouraging you to go faster and faster. thin snowy brows compress together and he even bites down on his bottom lip, flexing his perfectly chiseled muscles all because of you. satoru’s right thigh starts to bounce and he grunts, hearing the sloshing wet sounds—the way you take him fully in your mouth. his flushed tip continues to thwack back against your uvula and he hears you moaning yourself, despite it being muffled. “mhm, use that tongue. don’t be shy, wanna see you do that thing again, b- baby. spit on it.”

departing your lips from his dick, you take a second to breathe—satoru watches with dilated pupils and needy eyes, cupping your chin. “go on,” his bottom lip quivers, and although he’s trying to keep up his tough dominate act, he’s already pouting. you have a smug smile, positioning your spit-slick lips toward his crimson tip, before gathering up a nice amount of saliva. lustrous strings tug from your lips, landing on the head of his cock and he grunts—you go back to sucking him off again with a few croaking sounds leaving the back of your throat. his tip’s fat, his girth even fatter. it reaches all the way inside of your mouth, until your pretty cheeks were all puffed and full. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty, baby,” he starts to whine, and he can feel himself getting close - too close. with low half lidded eyes, he watches as you use a hand to stroke up and down his length, sliding your tongue all around his twitching veins that print on his hardened cock.

satoru’s legs were about to collapse—he felt it. there’s a lump growing in the back of his throat as he watches you, sloppily thrusting his hips into your mouth. “talk s- so much, all you needed was dick ‘ta keep you fed, huh?” and even his dirty talk’s becoming whiny. you had him weak, he’s feeling himself tighten and he groans once your eyes meet his. you’re so smug, he hates it - but it secretly turns him on. your pace grows relentless. as he continues to have a big hand gripped on the back of your head, making you go even further down—he lets off a gasping wheeze. “shit, ‘m gonna cum. ugh, gonna cum baby,” and as his breath starts to grow more shallow, he uses another hand to stroke your cheek. “c- can i fill up this mouth again, angel? pretty please?”

“mmph,” you nod, finding your own hand creeping down between your legs to touch yourself. you were soaked, briefly drooling from the crevices of your thighs with slick. satoru’s breath hitches before his weak pumps inside of your throat starts to get slower and slower.

the second he cums—he lets off a maddened growl. it’s cute, it shoots out in thick ropes that paint all over your tongue. it was a lot too, his poor swollen tip’s all red as you’re letting him fill your mouth with such bittersweet heaps of cum. he perfectly paints near the roof of your mouth too. satoru’s face twists as he’s dumping everything out—he’s got the cutest expression, but with the way he’s panting and moaning loudly, it’s even more lewd.

his brows furrow and he’s still trying to pump his flaccid dick into you, he wraps a hand around it before letting off a shivering groan. “that’s a g- good girl,” he says through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his cock away from your lips. he loved seeing you like this, on your knees with your lips all swollen and plump. “hah, don’t swallow yet baby. let ‘toru get a good look first.”

as your knees bury into the soft minuscule fibers that make up the carpet floor, he cups a hand under your chin. your cheeks were still full and round, storing such amounts of his candied seed before he leans down. “say ah,” he demands in a shaky tone, watching as you immediately pry open your mouth. satoru feels his dick twitch at the sight of how he poured so much down your throat, tiny velvety bubbles bubbling all around. “good. . good girl,” and he finally tells you to swallow, ogling once you take in, savoring every bittersweet drop. a thumb briskly swipes against your damp lips slowly before he inhales a sharp breath, lowering himself to your head level. “now gimme a kiss. don’t be g- greedy, i want a taste too.”

once you lean in to kiss him—he moans right inside your mouth, luxuriating in the taste of himself lingering on his tongue. satoru tastes minty, a coolly mint taste forevermore stays on his tastebuds. “fuck,” he groans between sloppy kisses, and you feel his hands slither around your waist. they go toward your ass, giving it a nice squeeze and hearing you cutely gasp. once your mouth opens just a bit more, he delves his long tongue down your throat. satoru keeps moaning in your mouth, and that’s when you feel him starting to grind himself against you. his cock that now hangs was so soft, tears of dried cum pathetically leaking from the sides. with loud lips and teeth clashing amongst each other, he abruptly stands up again, wrapping a hand around his cock. “ngh, tongue. stick it out again, baby.”

you do, lolling it out and he whispers out a ‘fuck,’ once he sees your own drool streaming down your chin, landing on your tits. such a tease, satoru scoffs with a pout before bringing his achy cock up to your lips. “s- still hungry?” the white haired man asks with a quivering lip, smacking his tip against your tongue. you moan, the loud echoey slaps from his dick slapping on your tongue. you give him a nod and he’s got a sleazy grin, staring at your cute attempts to try and suck him off again. “heh, ‘course you are. such a cock drunk baby,” and with one more smack against your twitching tongue with his swollen tip, he starts to ease his way down your tight throat again. groaning, he huffs.

“n- now open niiiiice ‘n wide, baby. ‘m gonna give you that full, all you can eat, f- fuck.”

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ಬ scaredy cat

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 1.9k

contains: friends with benefits trope, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, overstimulation, hickeys

During the slow boring hours of work the other day you created a list with the pros and cons of possibly dating Yeonjun.

For a while now he’s been throwing you signals about getting serious (more often than not), so you thought it would be a good idea to look at this more thoroughly, and kill some time until your shift is finally over. Aware of the already strong feelings you have for him you grab a pen and start writing…

… funny and reliable

likes to cuddle but not clingy

great sense of fashion

(extremely) good at sex

has a super cool tv …

“Is this why you've been coming over more often these days?” Yeonjun returns into the living room with drinks in hand. After sitting down on the edge of the couch which he transforms into a comfy bed every time you're here, he turns to you with a raised brow. “To watch your disgusting movies on my new TV?”

“My disgusting movies are well written cinematic experiences that you're too big of a scaredy cat to recognize the full worth of.” You explain, crossing arms in front of your chest. “And they're even cooler on your TV, so to answer your question, yes.”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes at you, but you can notice there’s a half-smile creeping up on his plump lips as he looks away with amusement.

“Actually,” you say almost through laughter which brings Yeonjun’s attention back to you, “recently I made a list with your good and bad qualities and your new TV made it.”

“That's not a quality.”

Now you’re the one who rolls eyes before glancing back at the screen.

“Just be grateful it's there to fill up space in the pros column.”

“So what are my bad qualities?” Yeonjun asks intrigued just when the main character of the horror film screams hysterically at the sight of yet another body, causing his heart to jump. He flinches at the sudden sound and instantly turns his back to the screen. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, who watches this kind of shit for fun?!”

You watch him scooting over and laugh at his attempts to avoid seeing the screen while doing so as the horrible scene unfolds on the large TV.

He positions next to you and now you're shoulder to shoulder.

“I still haven't gotten to them.”

“Don't waste your time,” he sighs, adjusting against the pillow, “I don't have any.”

“Don't be so sure about that.” You quickly respond, “I had to get back to work and then I forgot.”

“Because I don't have any.” He repeats after tittering. He finally dares to glance at the screen as it seems that the gory scene has passed.

“You get jealous pretty easily.” You state cautiously, wanting to shoot him a discreet look so bad, but you resist.

You also want to add, and pretty obviously, but you keep that detail for yourself as you remember how overprotective he was the other night at the birthday party you were invited to. It resulted into you getting asked the same question over and over again. Your friends were having a hard time believing you’re not dating.

Yeonjun remains silent for a moment as he tilts his head to see you. He leans in, just a little bit, to make your cheeks warm from the sudden closeness; to bring goosebumps across your skin from his mouth being close enough to your ear as he speaks through low voice.

“So it’s a bad thing that I don’t like sharing what’s mine?”

His gaze holds onto yours causing the fireworks into your stomach to ignite even harder. It’s like your heart stops for a second, and your brain as well, making the task to come up with a good answer on time challenging. It’s so obvious at this point that you’re taking too much time; too fumbled by the last word in his sentence. And especially by how much you like its presence there; how you’re already getting used to the sound of it in his voice.

Your lips part, not to speak, but to kiss him instead when another jumpscare makes him wince.

Too busy to hide his face into your chest, he only groans in despair, simultaneously pulling the blanket over your tangled bodies. One airy shit! slips from beneath it. The dramatic spine-chilling soundtrack overpowers the cussing, but you catch it nevertheless.

He sounds as if he's the one being tortured.

“Poor baby,” you tease him by cooing. “Is this too scary for you?”

He murmurs something about you shutting your mouth, but the anguish is making his frustrated words incoherent.

“How much left till the end?”

“Like an hour and a half,” you start running your fingertips through his dark hair as he adjusts even further into your arms. His head finds a comfortable spot onto your chest.

“I’ll just close my eyes for a little while…” his voice is slower than a moment ago, and you hum softly in agreement.

It’s almost like your familiar scent can lull him to sleep despite the scary movie playing in the background. He can feel his muscles loosen up, his mind relaxing with each peaceful breath you take.

Until the noise of a new jumpscare comes to frighten him again.

“I will add this in my cons list by the way.” You cackle.

Yeonjun’s brows furrow, but you can’t see his irritated eyes, because his face is hidden into your neck.

You can feel his warm breath caressing your skin once he speaks up.

“I know what will help me calm down.”

As the words slip lazily one by one from his lips, his hand slides down between your thighs. His fingertips feel the nice fabric of your little cotton shorts that seem too tight around your curves. They keep roaming around, rising your body temperature, until he guides them to your clothed clit, putting just enough pressure on it while his mouth nibbles on the skin of your neck.

“But… I want to finish the movie,” you whine softly before shutting your eyes at the thrill he’s causing you to feel kiss after kiss.

“You keep watching, baby.” His lips detach from your neck and curl up into a sinful smirk.

You centre your head again, watching him pull down your shorts as the screen behind him paints his silhouette in dark blue and purple hues, turning his features even more seductive.

Half of the fuzzy blanket is now almost on the ground as you keep your legs spread open. Yeonjun’s hand rubs in continuous circling motions that he synchronises with your breathing. Focusing entirely on your body helps him completely ignore the on going movie you keep watching with interest. He’s giving his full attention to your little squirming movements, to your rhythmical breathes, and to the erotic sounds that start escaping your mouth more frequently only to mix with the background noise in the room.

There are fresh bruises forming on your neck, but he continues to suck, making himself drool from how much he enjoys doing it. The only time he backs away is when he pushes two fingers inside you for the first time and he gets the urge to taste them, as it often happens when he’s pleasing you.

“Mmm, you always taste so good.” He humms after unwrapping his lips from his fingertips. His mouth has a red tint to it, glistening with moisture. “So fuckin’ wet for me, can you feel it?”

“Fuck, don’t stop—“ The only thing you’re able to say when he slips back into your arousal is to keep going. His fingers curl up perfectly, and aiming for the right spot they start thrusting in a steady pace causing your moans to shake. “Yeah, just like that... yeah—“

Yeonjun buries his face into the crook of your neck while starting to breathe more heavily too.

You keep closing and opening your heavy eyes at the screen where an intense moment is looming, filling the room with an intense instrumental music, but all he can register is the noises you keep losing control over. His hand flexes while increasing its speed in order to push you closer to the desired peak and it swiftly succeeds.

Your attention level drops and your head falls to one side with your eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“Sounds so pretty,” he comments at your ear as the wet lewd noise keeps erupting with the nonstop slamming of his palm against your slick folds. Just the way you like it. “You’re close, doll.”

His fingers, stuck between your pulsing walls, get squished tighter as the seconds pass by. He keeps up the quick and smooth pacing until your breaking point comes in, forcing it to turn sloppy and rigid.

“Fuck, there you go,” Yeonjun’s chuckle rings out with a husky tone, only adding to the ecstatic effects of your intense climax.

Your whole body squirms as Yeonjun lets his fingers, wet and sticky, rest still on your throbbing clit. The fluids slowly spill out of you, forming a dark spot on the couch as the sensation turns more light and mellow, but he doesn’t mind it.

You’re still regaining your normal breathing when his fingertips start skidding rapidly along your soaked folds. You whimper at the unexpected contact with your clit that’s now extra sensitive, causing intense reactions from your body at even the smallest touch.

As he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down you whine his name, but without being able to utter any other word.

“Give me one more, baby.” He whispers, effortlessly sliding his fingers up and down your slickness in an indescribable way; so fast, so determined to receive more from you. “C’mon, doll.”

You pant uncontrollably under his tireless touch. The dancing of his fingers keep up the same energy, making you clench as they create another burning knot of pleasure in your core. Once it bursts, you’re not able to stay still and Yeonjun tries his best to keep his hand on your puffy lips so he can rub till the second orgasm washes over you.

Your legs tremble when he enters you with the same eager fingers, curious to feel how wet you are. The pool of arousal welcomes him with ease, and he cannot help but start fantasising how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside you right now. He can give it to you, but making you cum multiple times like this is just as exciting.

He notices your eyes are half-closed while gazing down between your thighs.

“Keep watching, sweetheart.” He says softly, but with a slight hint of demand which makes you look up on the instant. “You don’t want to miss anything from the movie, that’s why you’re here, right?”

He glides slowly through your tight walls and you both sense how they keep throbbing against him from lust and sensitivity. You take a deep shaky breath, trying to concentrate on the story line, but it’s so hard when he’s in the middle of building up a new wave of rush while hiding in the crook of your neck. Running his tongue over his own love marks now and then.

You bite your lip at the realisation of how much is still left from the movie that is about to become the reason your brain is going to turn completely numb and your pussy sore by the end of this Halloween night.

But the thing you will always associate it with first, from this day forward, is you officially becoming his.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

#— writing: txt #tomorrow x together smut #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut

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thebestandworstdayofjune · 14 hours

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I love the way you write Logan, it's so comforting! Can't wait to see more of your work, it's lovely💗

Idk if this would be your thing so feel free to ignore obviously!

How do you think Logan's dynamic would be with a reader having intense intimacy issues, to the point where they struggle to even think about doing anything more than make out with him? I really haven't found any fic like that and I think that you would a concept like that more than justice

I do see him having some intimacy issues himself (traumatized wet cat💀)

this is so sweet, thank you so much! My brain immediately supplied a list of head canons, I hope that you enjoy <3

~ So I am thinking about Logan from the original trilogy for these in particular ~ He definitely has some intimacy issues, more so on the emotional intimacy side than physical intimacy ~That is, until he meets you. You're a professor at the school, and while he can tell you love the young mutants with a large part of your heart, you remain physically distant from them. When the Youngers ones reach for a hug, you meet them instead with a fist bump or a high five. Never cruel, but always setting your boundary. ~The first time you catch him noticing your habit, you expect him to roll his eyes, or hit you with a judgy side eye. Instead, he quirks his head and resumes what he had previously been doing. ~Eventually, the two of you start spending a lot more time together. He will nudge a cup of coffee your way, and ask after you when you have a headache. He never encroaches on your space, despite being quite touchy with the other faculty.

~You spend a week working up the courage to confront him about it, strategizing the best way to ask for the reassurance you want but have trouble asking for. You expect him to blow you off, but when you knock on his door, he ushers you inside and lets you choose where to sit in the room, choosing his seat to be close enough to show he is invested but far enough away for your comfort. It isn't even a conscious thought for him, it's natural. ~You fumble through your question, doing your best to explain your line of thinking, before eventually just spitting out "do you hate me?" ~He is so shocked that he doesn't know what to say for a few seconds, which only makes your anxiety feel worse. ~He takes a few seconds, collecting his thoughts, and then you can see the typical Logan smirk start sparkling in his eye again. "Sweetheart, it's a little hard to hate the person you're acting a fool over". Your eyes practically bug out of your skull, and he chuckles to himself. He is twitching in his seat, and you can tell he is trying his best to not gather you up in his arms. ~You extend a hand out to him, palm upturned. He takes it instantly. He raises your entwined hands halfway towards his mouth, before meeting your eyes and waiting for your reaction. ~You nod, holding your breath and he drops a kiss on the back of your hand, before adjusting so that he can kiss your palm as well. ~When he hears your heartbeat stutter, he is quick to hold your hand again, resting against his knee. He confirms that you feel the same way, insistent on getting verbal confirmation. Your face feels like it is on fire, but you reply in the affirmative. "We are going to take this as slow as you need. I... I care about you so much, and your comfort always comes before anything else." ~You feel a few tears well up, and he moves to wipe them away as they begin to fall. Again, he pauses before actually making contact with your face, waiting for your gentle nod. ~From that day on, you are even more attached at the hip than before. Logan loves knowing that you are with him for more than his body, and he is constantly making sure that you know how much he values you. ~Overall, I just imagine him being very sweet and understanding and taking it as slow as you need. He is protective of you when you meet new people, often coming in between you and others who are not as considerate as he thinks they should be. Definitely sends his protective instincts into a bit of an overdrive, but you also appreciate having the scary dog privilege when you are out in public as well. People are definitely giving you a wider berth than you are used to. You always feels safe and taken care of with him, which is exactly how he wants it to be

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My Husband is the God of Pestilence - chapter 18

Not too pleased with this chapter but I wanted to get it out there so we could get to the one everyone's been waiting for... the wedding!!! 🥳🥳🥳

In this chapter, Rowan gives Kallamar a secret challenge to test his faithfulness to Lilybell.

"We're getting married!"

Rowan's reaction was not what Lilybell had hoped for. He stared at her blankly, mouth agape, and said nothing. Kallamar scowled at the sheep. He really couldn't even pretend to be happy?

"Congratulations!" Merryn exclaimed enthusiastically, clapping and wrapping Lilybell up in a tight hug.

Finally Rowan made an effort to smile, but it was forced and more of a grimace. "Hon, are you sure this is what you want? You only just met each other a few months ago. Why don't you give it a little more time?"

"But I don't want to give it more time," Lilybell said, still wrapped up in Merryn's embrace. "I want to get married."

"I know, but-"

"I thought you said you wanted your daughter to be happy?" Kallamar snapped. "You have a very interesting way of showing it."

"Maybe I don't want her to marry someone who could hurt her!" Rowan sniped back.

Kallamar was aghast at the very idea. "You old torment! How dare you make such an accusation!"

"It's hardly an accusation! The day I came here there was an immense battle and Lilybell was almost kidnapped! I don't want her to get hurt by being wrapped up in whatever the hell is going on with you!"

"Stop!" Lilybell cried, untangling herself from Merryn. The older seal focused on her own daughter instead, who was becoming agitated at the sudden change of mood.

The men ignored Lilybell. "None of that was my fault!" Kallamar shouted. "That was all Carcharias, and he's gone now! There's nothing to worry about anymore!"

A bad feeling, familiar and uncomfortable, began to grow in Lilybell's stomach once the shouting started. "I said stop!"

"You say that now, but what about in the future? You don't know who might target you next! You don't know what you're doing half the time, anyone with a brain can see it!"

A crowd of followers had began to form because of the fighting. People were looking at each other with shocked expressions. How could Rowan be saying this to a god?

Kallamar had had enough. He reached down and grabbed Rowan, bring him up to his face. "Speak to me like that again and you will regret it," he snarled.

"Oh, very mature! Now I know you're the right man to marry my daughter, threatening me like that!"

"Beat him up, Lord Kallamar!" Someone cried.

"Show the land-dwellers whose the boss!"

"Fight, fight fight!" People began chanting.

"STOP IT!" Lilybell screamed, stomping her foot hard against the floor. Finally Kallamar and Rowan turned their heads to look at her in shock. No one had ever seen Lilybell lose her temper like this. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! You two are terrible! Why can't you get along for even two seconds?! Put him down right now!"

Kallamar was frozen for a moment, watching his fiancé. He was ashamed of himself, behaving that way in front of her. This was no way for a husband to act. He set Rowan back on the floor, the crowd booing at the lack of violence.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said ashamedly, "I've behaved deplorably. Please forgive me."

"I'm sorry too," said Rowan, his face downcast.

Lilybell grabbed Rowan and Kallamar by their cloaks, pulling them into the main hall. Then she turned to leave, before saying, "you two can come out after you talk and work things out!" Then she closed the door, leaving the men in the glow of the crystals on the wall.

Kallamar sighed and rubbed the corners of his eyes. He didn't think announcing their marriage would turn into such a scene. Rowan sulked beside him. Things were quiet for a few moments.

"You know," Rowan said at last, "a man usually asks for the father's permission before asking a woman to marry him."

"I don't need your permission to do anything," Kallamar snapped.

Lilybell's voice rang outside the hall. "I don't hear you two getting along!" She said loudly in a sing-song fashion.

The men groaned. It was clear she wasn't going to let them out until they talked things over, something neither of them were looking forward to doing.

"What's your problem with me anyway?" Kallamar asked after a moments hesitation. "Haven't I taken care of Lilybell adequately? Have I not loved her enough? What do I have to do?"

Rowan didn't answer right away. "It's less about how you treat Lilybell and more how you treat everyone else. Like everyone is beneath you. Like we don't matter. If you can treat others that way, then it's possible you could treat her like that in the future."

"You are beneath me. I'm a god."

"That doesn't mean you have to act this way."

"I was taught-"

"That's no excuse."

Kallamar clenched his teeth in frustration. He knew it would be a mistake to let Rowan stay. The old bastard was going to ruin everything he'd worked so hard to maintain. If Shamura found out they would be so disappointed. But if he did away with Rowan, Lilybell would never forgive him if she found out. How could he please both of them?

"Bottom line is," Rowan continued, crossing his arms, "you aren't a good man. And I can't let Lilybell marry someone who isn't good."

Kallamar sighed. "Listen. There is no one more dear to me on this earth than your daughter. I will never mistreat her or harm her. I love her more than anything."

"What about Shamura?" Rowan gave him a side eye glance. "Lilybell said you two are very close. Who do you care about more?"

"They're both important to me! Lilybell can't be the only person in my life! Just like she can't be the only person in your life!"

Fair point, Rowan thought as an image of Merryn came into his mind. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe if he could prove to Lilybell that Kallamar wasn't as good a person as she thought... it was a nasty plan, straight out of his wife's playbook and if it didn't work Lilybell could be upset. But if it did work, he could try to convince her to leave the temple for good. Maybe Merryn and Anna could come too.

"Okay." He dropped his arms, taking Kallamar by surprise. "I will allow you to marry my daughter, on the condition that you treat your followers better."

Kallamar wanted to roll his eyes but he stopped himself. "Thank you." Of course things would go back to the way they were once this was over and there was nothing Rowan could do about it.

"And, of course, I will handle your bachelor party. I'll ask Merryn to organize Lilybell's."

"What's that?"

Rowan stared at him. "What's what?"

"What's a bachelor party? I've never heard of such a thing."

"You don't have bachelor parties?" This was getting better and better by the second. "Basically it's your last night of freedom before you get married. There's usually drinking, dancing-"

"I resent the idea that my marriage be compared to punishment or slavery," Kallamar glared.

Rowan held up his hands. "Okay, poor choice of words. Still, it's a tradition. Lilybell will expect to have her own party. It will make her happy."

Kallamar narrowed his eyes at Rowan. Was he just trying to stall for time? "Fine. I'll indulge you. But I want this to be a formal affair. No nonsense. You have until tomorrow night to organize everything."

"But that's not enough-"

"Tomorrow. Night. No exceptions."

A few minutes later, the doors opened and Kallamar and Rowan stepped out into the lit hall. Lilybell gave each of them a tight embrace and gave Rowan a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, daddy."

Rowan pet his daughter on the head and watched her walk off with her fiancé. When they were out of sight he turned to a shrimp follower. "Do you know of any attractive young people who are looking to make some coin?"

"What, I'm not good enough for you?" The shrimp teased good-naturedly.

There wasn't much to use in regards to party planning. There wasn't much time to decorate any of the rooms, so Rowan and Merryn focused more on what they could use for entertainment. Merryn had an easier time with the women who had more a mind for such things and brought their own ideas to the table.

"Can we have flowers?" Lilybell asked excitedly. "And cake? I can't remember the last time I had cake! And we need to play games too!"

"This isn't a birthday party!" Merryn laughed. "Let me take care of everything, honey."

Rowan was not so lucky. Some men didn't want anything to do with him, even after learning about the party.

Just getting people together wasn't enough, they also needed some catering too. And that presented a new problem.

"No way," Mortamer growled. "First we gotta cater to this stupid wedding, now you want us to make more food for this stupid party that Lord Kallamar doesn't even want?"

"Not anything big," Rowan tried to reason, "just little stuff, finger foods, y'know?"

"Will there be booze?" An axolotl chef asked.

Mortamer shushed them. "We're not doing it."

Rowan thought to himself for a moment. "Ever heard of knucklebones?"

"Who hasn't?" The shark rolled his eyes.

"If I win two out of three games you will make the food for the party tomorrow night. You can even attend if you want. If you win, I'll never ask you for anything ever again. Deal?"

Mortamer smirked. "If it means I get to humiliate you, then you're on."

The board and dice were procured from the sleeping quarters and a group of people came to watch the two battle at the dining table. Some actually started to bet on who would win before they got started and loud cheering was heard all the way down the hall when a high number was rolled. Most games of knucklebones hardly ever last more than a few minutes. When Rowan won the first game there was a lot of grumbling and exchanging of coins while Mortamer stared down at the board in angry disbelief.

"You cheated."

"Calm down, it's only the first game," Rowan said, clearing the board.

The second game had the same outcome and Mortamer was even angrier than before. "Rematch! Best three out of five!"

"That's not what we agreed on!" Rowan argued.

"I don't care! I'm not letting some land-dweller beat me!"

This time the match ended in Mortamer's favor with a crushing defeat of one hundred and twelve points. The followers cheered loudly for their comrade and thumped him on the back. However, the celebrations did not last long; Rowan had won the fourth game.

"I believe that's that," Rowan said with a neutral expression, trying not to enrage the shark further.

It didn't work. Mortamer jumped up from his seat and violently shoved the board off the table. "Fuck you, you fucking prick! We're not giving you a damn thing!" He yelled before stomping away and leaving everyone in shock.

Rowan sighed, putting his face in his hands, when one of the cooks spoke up.

"Are we invited to the party?"

"Sure, but there'll be nothing to eat," Rowan mumbled into his hands.

"I don't mind making a few things if there's beer there," said the axolotl. "We already agreed to make stuff for the women, so..."

"Beer!" Someone cried. "Oh, my god! I haven't had beer in forever!"

"What about wine?" Someone else asked.

Rowan's mood was instantly lifted as more people became interested. "We can ask Kallamar. He can probably come up with something."

"I really think this is all a waste of time," Kallamar complained, watching as Shamura's workers rolled out a few barrels of beer and wine out of the cellar. "We never have such "parties" in the ocean. When we want to get married we just get it done as soon as possible. That's what I want, anyway. But Rowan is making such a big deal about it and now Lilybell is excited. I would rather be spending time planning the wedding."

"It may not be as miserable as you think. I know it can be frustrating to have to compromise with a mortal, but when you have more power and control you will be able to decide for yourself what is to be celebrated, no matter what anyone may say. I take it weddings are not an immense spectacle in the sea as they are elsewhere?"

"Those in power certainly had grand weddings. But with my cult the way it is now I doubt we could amount to much. We are surviving, not thriving."

Shamura was surprised at this. They expected Kallamar to be doing better by now. "What is it you need?"

"I was hoping to have a proper dinner afterwards, but the cooks insisted they would only be able to serve our regular fair. And then there is music but we only have two people in the cult who are musicians... if you can call them that."

The god of knowledge had no understanding of romance in general. It was one of the only subjects that eluded them. And, as much as they wished Kallamar would focus on growing his cult and becoming more powerful, they understood that he needed to be free to have his own happiness, even if they did not understand it. Besides, weddings were a great way to grow faith, at least from what they observed.

"I shall handle the catering and the music. It will take a few days, so you will be able to recover from the... "celebrations"."

Kallamar was so relieved that he wanted to hug the spider, but he refrained from doing so, knowing they may not like it. "Thank you, sibling! I owe you one!"

"Not at all. This is what families do for one another. I only hope you will not invite me to your party. You know I have no mind for such things. I hate mingling."

Kallamar scoffed. "No, I would not dream of asking you to embarrass yourself like that. But would it be too much to ask for you to come to my wedding? You needn't make any speeches or anything like that, I only ask for your support."

Shamura smiled warmly. "Of course, brother. It would be a good opportunity for Narinder as well, to have him witness such a ceremony."

Great, Kallamar almost said, wearing a wincing smile.

At long last, the parties were underway. Kallamar had the main hall while Lilybell had the dining hall. Kallamar had the recorder player at his party and Lilybell had the harp player. Gentle music wafted through the air as a red sunset filled the dining hall. Everyone was gathered around the alcohol and food, engaged in their own conversations.

"What type of wine is this?" Lilybell asked Merryn, swirling the drink in a regular drinking cup.

"That's white wine," Merryn explained. "It uses only the pulp and juice of grapes instead of the whole fruit. You must have had only red in the mountains, didn't you?"

"Most people made their own beer," Lilybell said. She gave the wine a sniff, and then a small taste. "Mm, it's good!" She said, licking her lips.

"Hey, everyone!" One woman shouted, "let's play truth or dare!"

Lilybell, Merryn, Anna and a few women came over and formed a circle. The usual questions were asked, how many partners have you had, where did you have your first kiss, how did you lose your virginity, and the like. For dares, one girl had to put her hand in the outhouse toilet, another had to moon the bachelor party.

When it was Lilybell's turn, she quickly chose truth, not wanting to know what kind of dare they might have had in store for her.

"Is it true you and Lord Kallamar have had sex?"

The lamb blushed brightly. She might have known this was what they would ask. "Yeah."

"Ooh"s went around the circle as the other women closed in on her.

"Is he really big?"

Lilybell fiddled with her hooves as her blush grew deeper. "I don't know, I never slept with anyone else."

"So you gave your virginity to him?"

"Okay, that's more than one question," Merryn interrupted.

"But she chose truth!"

"How does he not split you in half?"

"Uh, he makes himself small like us so we can... you know, do it properly."

That just made the women more excited.

"Did he use his tentacles on you?"

"What other kind of magic can he do?"

"Did he give you an orgasm?"

Merryn's second attempt to derail the personal questions was just as fruitless as the first. Lilybell tried to answer everything to the best of her ability, but the more questions they asked, the more she felt like maybe she was better off lying at first.

"Okay, that's enough," Merryn said forcefully, standing up. The women started to complain, but she ignored them. "Sweetie, why don't you take Anna and see if she'll have anything to eat? She didn't have a lot for lunch."

Greatful for a chance to get away, Lilybell took Anna to the table, filling up her cup with more wine. Anna idly picked at a bread roll without enthusiasm, as if sensing Lilybell's discomfort.

"I'll be okay, Anna," Lilybell said, swallowing a mouthful of wine. "I hope Kallamar is having a better time than us."

Meanwhile, in the main hall, Kallamar would have given anything for any kind of interaction at all. He swirled his barrel of wine idly, bored out of his mind. The rest of the men were doing their best to stay away from him, trying not to look at him at all. Even Rowan was no help; he kept talking to other people and ignored Kallamar when he got too close.

"Where are they?" Rowan asked the shrimp follower frustratedly.

"Trust me, they'll be here. My sister said a few of her friends were interested."

A few minutes later the doors burst open. Four women and two men ran into the room, wearing very little clothing, some carrying tambourines and castanets. They began to dance wildly to the percussive music, and the men started hooting and clapping along. The recorder player matched their tempo and the room was filled with music and shouting.

Kallamar took that moment to finally grab Rowan's attention, wrapping a smaller tentacle around his arm so he couldn't escape. "What the hell is this?" He hissed.

"Just some entertainment," said Rowan innocently.

What started out as simple entertainment quickly devolved into debauchery. Adding alcohol to the mix was not helping in the slightest. Dancers were grinding on the men shamelessly while clothes were discarded and lost, and a few people vomited from the excess of beer and wine. Kallamar was certain a few people were having sex under the tables.

Kallamar couldn't remember the last time he has been so disgusted. This was no longer a party, it was an appalling, chaotic mess. He was so glad he didn't ask Shamura to come. They would have been so disappointed. And this was all supposed to be for him! He wondered how Lilybell's party was comparing. Surely Merryn had enough sense not to expose his fiancé to such nonsense.

Screw this, he thought, setting his barrel of half drunk wine on the floor. He wasn't having any fun and he missed Lilybell. Those were more than enough reasons to leave.

The party quieted down uncertainly as Kallamar pulled open the doors to the hall, then immediately picked up again as he stepped out. Rowan almost panicked, running towards the door, pulling one of the girls with him.

"Go after him," he ordered in a hushed tone, pressing a gold coin into her hand, "throw yourself at him, whatever you have to do! Just make sure he doesn't leave!"

"Whatever, you weird old man." The girl bounded off after Kallamar, who was quickly making his way to the dining hall. When she finally caught up with him she grabbed his robes to try to force him into stopping. "Lord Kallamar, wait!"

Kallamar just yanked his robe out of her hands, refusing to address her further.

The girl didn't give up. She jogged along beside him, trying to get his attention. "Why don't you come back to the party? I can entertain you!"

"I doubt that very much," he snapped.

"I can dance for you... surely there's some way I can keep you company?" The inflection in her tone implied that whatever she had in mind was far from innocent.

That made him stop and turn to her, but the look on his face was not what she had hoped for. Instead of looking interested, he stared down at her with a glare that made her veins freeze. "Why would I ever want you when I am already taken?" He snarled. "You could never compare to my Lilybell. She is worth more than a million of you. You are no more than a tramp compared to her."

The girl gaped at him, certain she'd never felt so insulted in all her life. No man had ever turned her down before. "B-but what can she give you that I can't?!"

"A charming personality for one." He turned to walk away. "Now be gone. Your face entices me to vomit."

Throwing her nose in the air, the girl stomped away as Kallamar went in the other direction. Rowan tried to interrogate her when she returned to the party but she shoved past him, grabbing a cup of beer and downing it all in one gulp.

A part of Rowan was relieved his plan had failed. Even after the alcohol, the temptation to cheat didn't even seem to enter Kallamar's mind, even when someone practically invited him to do so. He snuck off after Kallamar at a distance, peeking inside the dining hall when he was sure he wouldn't be seen.

"Kallamar!" Lilybell got up to go to him but began to wobble after a few steps. Kallamar rushed over to stabilize her. She giggled airily, her face flushed and her breath smelling mildly of alcohol. "I feel funny!"

"She's had a little bit to drink," Merryn explained, slightly worried that Kallamar would be upset.

Lilybell laughed again as Kallamar sat down on the floor, pulling her into his lap. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course, my love. I hope you are enjoying yourself." He smiled down at her, petting her hair gently.

"I feel better now that you're here," she said, grabbing his hand and placing a kiss on the black skin.

Rowan found himself smiling too. Maybe he was wrong about Kallamar. Maybe everything would be okay. I guess there's nothing I can do now, he mused, but there wasn't any sadness in his heart at the thought. I guess I have a god for a son-in-law. Damn it, I still have to pay those people.

Kallamar stayed at the Bachelorette party with Lilybell for the rest of the evening. The main hall was a mess of drunken disorder the likes of which the temple had never seen, or would see in many years to come.

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