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anisespice · 3 months ago

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“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev. pt.2

one synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ kaku, rin, koko ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: koko’s is short but FOR A GOOD REASON I SWEAR lol i'm just happy it finally got written after MONTHS of keeping yall waiting. thank you once more for your patience and eagerness to read, hope you enjoy! :)))))

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow , @captaincyberqueen

Stumbling through the entry of his home with the help of the Haitani brothers, a drunk KAKUCHO groaned after they roughly tossed him onto his couch without an ounce of care, the youngest dusting off his hands and his counterpart adjusting his suit with a click of his tongue. “Can’t believe your light-weight ass let that idiot talk you into downing a whole bottle of bourbon.”

Rindou scoffed. “I can’t believe we got stuck with taking him home.”

Ran shrugged, heading for the kitchen. “Eh. Rather him than the walking pepto-bismol still passed out at the bar.”

Kakucho gave another groan, lopsided with his face buried in the cushions. While his brother prepared a glass of water and pain pills, Rindou occupied himself by watching the wallowing man through a pitied lens. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Never seen him drink that much…Think something’s going on?”

“In our line of work, I can only imagine what isn’t stressing him out.”

“Yeah but…look at ‘em,” he gestured. “It’s pathetic.”

“I can hear you...” Kakucho eventually spoke, although muffled in the cushions.

“I’m aware.” Rindou replied.

Ran snorted, setting the glass on the coffee table and the bottle of meds right next to it. He then leaned down to turn the dead-weighted drunk over with a grunt, placing him on his side. “There. Don’t need you choking on your vomit,” he pointed at the table, “take those and drink that whole glass. Call Koko tomorrow if you aren’t dead.”

Kakucho groaned once more, sluggishly reaching for the glass and nearly knocking it over. Rindou hissed as he quickly grabbed it before it tipped over. With an irritated huff he grabbed the front of the younger male’s button up, and hauled him up to face him forward. It was difficult to keep him still, and Ran wasn’t looking to help anytime soon as he smirked at the display. Rindou cursed him and everything under the moon until he finally managed to sit Kakucho upright long enough to put the glass in his hands, guiding it to his mouth.

He grunted, annoyed, “Drink.”

The dark-haired gangster stared longingly into the rippling water, cheeks flushed, lips pouted. His mind began to wander, his one good eye glazed over as he gently swayed to silence. Rindou impatiently tapped his foot, “The hell’s wrong with you, drink it already.”

“Patience, otouto. He probably doesn’t remember how.” Ran mocked, earning a side-eye before Kakucho proved him wrong by gulping down the entire glass. Once finished, he let it slip from his hands, landing on the ground with a sharp clatter. Ran clicked his tongue again, “You were supposed to take a pill with that.”

“Fuck the pill..” Kakucho muttered, slowly falling back down to his side and curling up as best as his long legs would allow. “Leave me alone..”

Rindou turned on his heel. “Don’t have to tell me twice-”

“Actually, now I wanna know. Someone like you doesn’t indulge our activities, let alone participate. So, what gives?”

Abruptly stopping in his tracks, Rindou turned back to shoot his brother an incredulous look, shocked he would reopen the door that was closing. He was ignored as Ran leaned against the back of the couch wearing a sly grin, feeling particularly nosy all of the sudden. Having never witnessed this side of his superior, it piqued his curiosity. Kakucho didn’t respond, didn’t even move. Ran would’ve guessed he passed out if not for the occasional hiccup he heard.

Rindou sighed heavily, since they didn’t appear to be leaving any time soon, coming back to sit in a chair with crossed arms. Ran continued to push until he found the correct button.

“Was it something that happened on the job? Mikey scold you for not restocking his snack cabinet? The dry cleaners not press your suits correctly–Let me know when I’m getting warmer.”

“I said leave..me alone…” Kakucho slurred, “I wanna [hic] be alone…”

Ran hummed, unphased. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned. C’mon, we got you home safely, I feel like we’ve earned an explanation on what made the pristine number three fly off the handle like this.”

No amount of teasing was going to break Kakucho. At least, not when he’s sober. The aforementioned lightweight always regulated how much he drank because of how decomposed he became, how sensitive he got. Despite his best efforts to remain under control, he was slowly losing his grasp of it the longer those two knuckleheads were in his home. He didn’t want to share what got him so worked up, it was nobody’s business but his own. Sadly, his resolve was fragile from the start, and all it took was a small gust of wind to have it come crumbling down…and Rindou’s input came barging in like a raging storm.

“Bet it’s about [_____], isn’t it?”

Kakucho’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, body moving before his brain could catch up as he practically shot up from the couch like a rocket and borderline tackled the lavender-haired man, knocking both him and the chair backward, landing with a harsh thud. The sudden movement caught the brothers off guard, Rin more than Ran for obvious reasons. Kakucho grabbed the younger Haitani by his collar and began shaking him roughly, a furious look upon his flushed face as he practically snarled in Rindou’s. “Don’t you ever say her name, you hear me?! I will slit your fucking throat, you sonofabitch–”

“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” Ran swiftly disengaged Kakucho, catching him in a headlock and stepping backward to separate them. But, if he thought it was going to be that easy, he had another thing coming.

Kakucho elbowed Ran in his side. It did little damage, only making the older male clench his teeth and eat it, still trying to hold him back and calm him down. They shuffled around for a moment until Kakucho made move to bite into Ran’s forearm with all his might. Though the pain was dulled thanks to his jacket sleeve, it still shocked him enough to loosen his grip, leaving just enough wiggle room to escape his grasp and reel his arm back to throw a mean swing. However, due to him still being very much intoxicated, he missed him by a longshot when Ran just took a small side-step out of the way, sending Kaku to stumble and crash into a side table. Luckily the lamp was there to cushion some of the impact.

Rindou clutched his stretched-out collar, brows furrowed as watched the scene unfold from his position on the floor. “..the fuck was that?”

The ravenette moaned on the floor, but not in pain from the fall. No doubt he’d feel in the morning, but all of his agony came from within at the mere utterance of your name. He laid there in the heaps of broken shards and began to weep, so deeply from his soul that it stunned both brothers to an awkward silence. His body trembled with each cry, mumbles of your name smothered in with the wails as they echoed through the empty house. They watched him for a moment before exchanging looks. Ran made a silent gesture to leave, but Rindou merely shook his head with another sigh. There was no way they could leave now, thanks to him…

Scrambling up to stand, Rindou gestured for his brother to handle one side while he came to the other. Together they were able to heave their superior off the floor, careful not to cut him or get cut from the scattered lamp pieces. He weakly fought against them, still blubbering like a newborn until he eventually gave up, most likely from exhaustion. They hauled him back to the couch again, only this time setting him down gentler than they did the first time. Kakucho’s face fell into his hands as he continued to sob, shoulders shaking as he poured hours' worth of pent-up emotion right onto the palms. Ran scratched the back of his neck, mildly perturbed. Rindou stood with his arms crossed, frown heavy. “See? Pathetic.”

“Careful. He might attack you again.” Ran warned sarcastically, Kakucho rapidly shook his head in protest.

“I-I won’t.. Forgive me, I don’t..I don’t know what came over me..” he said, meekly, ashamed. “I just..when you said her name, I remembered she…s-she..”

Ran’s eyes widened a fraction, “What, she died?”

Kakucho shot him a tearful glare, sniffling as he firmly said, “No. Don’t say such a thing so casually.”

He threw his hands up. “Hey, don’t blame me, ‘m not the one who suplexed a lamp because my ex’s name was dropped. Nearly ripped my poor, little Rin’s head off, too.”

“Shuddup, man.”

“I’m just saying that-”

“She had a baby.” Kakucho voiced, extinguishing the argument and stunning them yet into another silence. Rindou’s arms dropped to his sides whilst Ran’s brows raised to his hairline. “And...I’m almost certain it’s mine. No..I am certain.”

His words hung heavily in the air. So much so, both brothers had to take a seat. Rindou stared at Kakucho while Ran stared at the wall, speechless. Until he eventually found the words. “Damn. Don’t know whether to say congrats or condolences. How’d you find that out?”

Kakucho sighed, drying his face on his sleeve. “I had business in Kyoto to attend to earlier today. When I finished, I stopped by the cherry blossoms, where we...used to go together. That's when I saw her...further down the trail. She wasn’t alone.”

The visual flooded his foggy mind like high beams, the sight of you wearing a beautiful dress he’d never seen before, glowing heavenly beneath the sun and fallen cherry blossoms. He felt as if he was standing in memory, as if he was in a reality where he was still yours. Kakucho remembered how his feet had a mind of their own, forcing him forward to get closer to you, to speak to you after all this time apart. But, his bubble bursts the second you crouched down with open arms, ready to embrace the child running back to you after attempting to catch falling petals. He froze. You scooped up the child with ease, showering the small boy in kisses to the point his squeals flowed happily in the soft breeze. Kakucho felt his chest tighten then twist, knees buckling the second he saw those bright, crimson eyes staring back at you…it was like seeing an image of his youth. He should've approach you right then and there, to demand answers, to demand explanation, anything to soothe this ache.

But, he didn’t.

He was afraid. Afraid of what you’d think, of what you’d say. You kept this from him for a reason, didn’t you? All these years, and he found out completely by happenstance. Had he not gone out there, would he have ever known? Would you have told him? Maybe you didn’t think he was fit to be a father, maybe you did this to keep the child safe. Maybe you no longer believed that he could keep either of you safe…

It tore at him, from the inside out. No matter how he tried to ignore it, the ache grew into a throb, and the throb into a chasm that only the bottom of a bottle could satiate. And even then, all he could think was how much he failed.

The brothers exchanged another look, having no idea the kind of demon their superior was dealing with. Despite not caring too much about it, they still felt bad. What man wouldn’t be devastated, especially given his background and how he grew up. Ran gave a low whistle. “That’s…rough.”

“Yeah. Wish you said that instead of trying to kill me.”

Kakucho rubbed his face, embarrassed. “I apologize...truly.”

“Tsk. Apologize to the lamp.” He shrugged it off, not holding a grudge over it. “You know, you can just reach out to her. Even if it’s to hear her say she wants nothing to do with you, that’s closure at least. Because this, what you’re doing now, is pathe-”

“Pathetic, I know, I heard you the first damn time.” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the effects of the alcohol start to simmer out, and a headache closing in. “I suppose.. you’re right. If she doesn’t want me in her life or his then…at least she’ll know I’ll always be here if she needs me.”

Ran offered an approving nod, opening his mouth to say his two cents only for his phone to interrupt him. The specific ringtone made him close his eyes in immediate annoyance: Sanzu. Sighing heavily through his nose, he reached into his pocket and answered, “What-”

“YOU BASTARDS JUST LEFT ME HERE?!”

RINDOU was used to the stares he’d get at the gym, but this was new for him.

After completing another hundred reps on the bench press, during his cooldown he noticed his small audience gaping at him in awe from a nearby machine. The little boy gasped at being caught, ducking behind a weight twice his size before peeking over it, only to completely disappear when he saw Rin still looking his way.

He huffed through his nose, amused. But, he elected to ignore it. No harm in letting the little guy get some inspiration for future gym goals. After a quick break, Rindou prepared for his next set, setting his water down and adjusting his headphones. Laying down on the bench, about to lift the bar off the rest, he noticed the little boy in his peripheral, peeking over the weight once more, large eyes wide with curiosity. He couldn’t help the small grin tugging on his lips, prideful to have such innocent admiration compared to the usual thirst from onlookers he was accustomed to.

However, it made him wonder…whose kid was this?

There wasn’t a children’s area in this particular gym, let alone many that were brought, so someone had to be looking for him, right?…and there’s no telling how long the little boy’s been following him. The parent must be worried.

But it wasn’t his problem.

He was there to workout and leave, not worry about someone else’s ankle-bitter, no matter how adorable.

Unfortunately, Rindou made the mistake of peeking back at the boy, seeing him trying to imitate his form with his little arms, face scrunched in concentration and tongue sticking out. He nearly dropped the weight on himself at the sight, losing his own concentration. Kissing his teeth, he set the bar back on the rest, snapping the little boy from his focus. Although Rindou’s brow was furrowed, he wasn’t too annoyed at the interruption, sitting up to finally address his new fan.

“Oi. It’s impolite to stare.”

The boy flinched slightly, then looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. “'m s-sorry, mister…”

Rindou felt a pang in his chest. With an exhale, he stood from the bench and removed his headphones as he walked over to the kid. Crouching down to his level, he took note of how the boy struggled to meet his gaze, fidgeting with the bottom half of his shirt. “Hmph. Guess you can’t learn the correct form without watching someone else. You trynna build muscle, too, little man?”

Like flipping a switch, the boy’s eyes lit up as he nodded his head excitedly, tiny fists pumped. “Yeah! Wanna have huge muscles! Get big and strong like the heroes on TV!”

He raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh! But-But you’re bigger, mister! Like,” he extended his arms as wide as he could, “SUPER big.”

He grinned, smug. He liked this kid. “Damn right. But, you know, in order for me to stay this big and strong, I have to focus on my workout. And I can't really do that with you watching me like a hawk."

The little boy's mouth formed an 'o' before he covered it with his hands, sheepish as he looked at him with guilt, "Uh oh.."

Rindou shrugged, "t's fine, I ain't mad," creeped out, but he doesn't mention that. He looked around for a second, trying to see if there were any indication of someone appearing frantic or distraught. When he came up with nothing, he sighed, "How about this: Lemme finish my last set, and then you and I find your dad or something. Deal?"

The boy lit up once more, "C-Can I help?"

Rindou raised a brow, "Help, huh?" The boy nodded, eyes big and bright, and hopeful, and dammit. How can he say no to that face? He kissed his teeth, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, sure. You can...help keep count, I guess. How high can you count?"

"To a million!"

With a snort, Rindou merely shook his head, standing back to his full height to walk back to the bench with the ankle biter hot on his tail. How he ended up on babysitting duty was beyond him. But could be worse.

One set and a struggle to count past the number 30 later, Rindou held the boy's hand, who he eventually discovered was named Rintaro, as they scoped out the gym high and low to find his father. No matter how many men he pointed to, Rintaro claimed none of them.

Rindou was starting to grow frustrated.

There were still some workouts he hadn't gotten to yet, and this was eating up time. The younger Haitani had half a mind to just drop the kid off at the help desk, but every time it crosses his mind, he makes the mistake again of making eye contact with the boy and his big ole eyes. He looked happy to just be holding his hand, as if Rindou held up the moon and stars. It was...a little off-putting he won’t lie, but adorable, nonetheless. He couldn't just abandon him, even if he wanted to.

He sighed, “Seriously, kid, did your old man drop you here and leave? We should’ve found him by now…”

The boy blinked up at him, confused. “What old man?”

“No, not an old man, I mean your dad—Look, where was the last place you saw him before you wandered off?”

“Oh. I don’t have a dad.”

Rindou stopped. Then, with a swiftness he scooped up Rintaro by his underarms and held him at eye level, glaring at him with a twitching brow. “What.”

The boy sheepishly grinned. “I'm here with my mommy...”

“You mean to tell me we’ve been walking in circles for almost ten minutes, and you were just not gonna share that? Why didn’t you say something??”

“Because…” he fiddled with his fingers, looking down. “I like being with you…it’s fun…”

Well, shit.

Just like that, the anger evaporated. Rindou kissed his teeth, setting the boy back on the ground, crouching down to his level. Then, ruffling his hair, he said, “Alright, little man, no more games. Your ma’s probably worried to death about you. You said you're wanting to get strong to protect her, right?”

Rintaro nodded. Rindou continued, “Well you can’t protect her if you keep leaving her by herself, especially with all these meatheads around. You gotta stick by her, watch her back. And promise you won’t do this again. Okay?”

He nodded again, “Okay…”

“Okay, and?”

“And I promise…”

Rintaro sniffled, wiping his eyes with his fists. Rindou felt another pang in his chest, his intent not to make the kid cry. It’s not like it was his job to discipline him…

He ruffled the boy’s hair again, leaning downward so he could see his face. “Oi. No waterworks. Besides, you gotta be good so she'll bring ya back. You can't count for shit, but.. wouldn't mind having a spotter. What d'you say? You up for it?”

Like flipping a switch, Rintaro’s head perked up at the indication of not only getting to see him again but being a part of his routine. He nodded so hard, Rindou feared he’d give himself whiplash. Though, there was no hiding his grin. Yeah, he liked this kid. Reminded him of himself when he was that age…come to think of it…he looks sorta similar, too—

“Rinta!” Came a voice from afar, stressed and full of emotion.

“Mommy!” He answered, smile widening upon seeing you approach, arms extended out as he ran over to you. When Rindou stood to face the direction where the boy ran to, it felt like his world turned to slow motion, eyes narrowing in on the aforementioned mother—His ex.

He froze like a deer in headlights, shoulders tensed to where he could feel a cramp setting in. There was no way he was seeing this…no absolute shot in hell that you were here before him, hugging and kissing the kid he spent half an hour with, who allegedly didn’t have a dad, who just called you—“Mommy?”

At the sound of Rintaro’s confusion, it was then Rindou snapped from his daze and realized you had noticed him standing there, the two of you locking eyes; you looked equally horrified. And you were probably thinking the same thing he was.

Out of all the people…why’d it have to be you?

“I’m sorry, but this store is for grown ups with real money. I’m afraid I cannot accept this, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

The little girl pouted angrily up at the woman, arms crossed in displeasure. How dare she say such a thing about her piggy bank, she didn’t even bother to count how much was inside. That was a months' worth of good behavior at school, a couple tooth fairy visits, and some Monopoly money, and she worked hard to get it.

“Look you hag. ’m not leavin’ til you hand over the necklace with the shinies and sparklies on it for my mama’s birfday. So, cough it up!”

The woman appeared revolted by such lack of decorum, hand over heart as she gaped down at the little girl, face reddening with anger. She waggled a finger, lip upturned as she scolded the child, threatening to have her escorted out by security, only for it to be shut down by the sound of the little girl blowing raspberries up at her. The woman gave a dramatic gasp, horrified at such bratty behavior. However, before she could even reach for the phone to dial the number for the security office, an unexpected guest decided to step in.

"Belinda, are you being bested by a child?"

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin, full body turning towards the source to come face to face with one of the store's top investors, KOKONOI Hajime. Her skin grew pale in an instant, loss for words as she struggled to explain the embarrassing display he just walked in on. The little girl paused her taunting to gape up at the beautiful, shiny man before her, thinking a prince just popped right off a cover of a fairytale book. Draped in a stylish red kimono, with various jewels hanging off him like ornaments that twinkle beneath the warm lighting of the store, it's a wonder how he even made a place like this feel cheap. But what really caught her attention was his snow-white hair. It looked so silky, just begging to be braided and decorated with various bobs and barrettes. Maybe even some stickers–

"K-Kokonoi-san!" The woman exclaimed, startling the girl out of her daydream. Bowing deeply, forehead nearly touching her own knees, she disappeared behind the counter. Blinking widely at the perceived magic trick, the little girl craned her neck to see where she went, only to be disappointed that she didn’t actually disappear. "I-I wasn't informed you would be dropping in, s-sir. Please, excuse my rudeness."

"I was in the area," his gaze locked on the fetus at his shins. He points down at her. "Who is this?"

"I'm..not sure, sir. She's been causing a disturbance. Making a scene, demanding I let her purchase one of our display items with...board game currency."

The girl stomped around the corner to point at the still bowing woman. "I gave you money, now gimme the shiny! Those are the rules!"

Belinda peered up a little to squint at her, sneering as she spoke, "For the last time, you little miscreant, that money isn't real."

"It is, too! It's green! Money is green, you dumb hag!"

"You-!"

Kokonoi grinned, amused, "She has a point. Money is green, Belinda."

Said clerk shot up and eyed the white-haired man, flabbergasted. "S-Sir! You can't really be encouraging this obscenity, I mean, honestly! My job is to make sure nonsense like this is handled, and this little girl is disrupting the peace of this store."

"Mm. You getting worked up over some kid won’t resolve anything."

Belinda flushed a bright red of embarrassment once more. "Y-Yes. Yes, of course. My apologies." She bowed again.

Koko merely rolled his eyes, gesturing to the phone. “Just get security on the line. Someone’s gotta be looking for her by now.”

"No! 'm not leaving until you gimme mommy's birfday present!"

Kokonoi hummed, tilting his head in a teasing manner. "Too bad. That necklace isn't for sale. And it won’t be for a long time. Why don’t you start smaller, huh? Draw your mommy a picture or something."

She angrily pouted, pointing at her piggy bank on the counter. “I held Hammy all the way here, and his tummy’s full! Mommy says when his tummy’s full, I can buy whatever I want. And I. Want. That. Necklace.”

Koko’s brow twitched, leaning down to look her right in the eye as he grumbled. “Look, you little brat. I already told ya, it ain’t for sale. Now, be a good girl, and wait quietly until security comes to get you.”

The girl met his stare with a challenging one. This means war.

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thalwri · 2 months ago

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LACED WITH HONEY

synopsis: zayne has been so stressed lately, you just had to step in and soothe his tension. and what better way for you to do that than in his workplace?

warnings: porn no plot, smut, semi-public sex, oral (f! receiving), masturbation, panty fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

wc: 1,5k

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

you just loved to visit zayne at the hospital. you enjoyed annoying him while he was doing his reports and dragging him out to nearby cafes so he could get a drink and a snack so that he wouldn’t drive himself mad from all the work.

it was one of those times when you as the hunter took care of your primary physician.

what you didn’t expect was that you’d be bent over his desk getting ploughed like it was your birthday. hell, it might just be.

his glasses were atop your head, your top was abandoned on the couch across his office, and your pretty tits were just about to slip out of the enclosure of your lacy bra– a deliberate choice of wear.

your white, lace panties were pushed to the side to give his handsomely heavy cock full access to your weeping pussy. you had just been craving him so much that you finished your missions in record time just to see him. just to devour him.

you had given yourself the pleasure of deepthroating him while he was on a call with his superior earlier, making him writhe and pant and whimper while you were having the best meal of the day, slurping and drinking up the slobbering wetness your skilful tongue and his precum produced.

it was just too good. so much so that zayne swiftly dropped the call just to fuck your pretty mouth and give you his undivided attention. you deserved all his energy, all his time.

and this wasn’t the first time you’d given him a surprise visit or had a brief moment with you at work. just last week he plopped you on his face to relieve his stress before his big eight-hour surgery, saying a taste of you would soothe his nerves for days. and that it did. in fact, he just had to thank you by treating you to a good few orgasms later that night.

“the door is open, you need to be quiet–“

“your entire department is stocked up with surgeries,” you moaned without restraint, intuitively glancing at the door adjacent to the desk even though you knew nobody was nearby. “i checked.”

his hands slowly gripped your ass, pushing the hem of your skirt up your waist to have more of your soft skin to grip before he rammed his cock right into you. his leaky cockhead bruised your cervix multiple times, stringing out a ramble of profane praises.

if it wasn’t for him holding your hands behind you, you would have been leaving scratches all over the glass pane of his desk.

“mm– doctor zayne,” you crooned, still managing to somehow tease him by wiggling your plump ass whenever his hips drew back before pounding into yours. “don’t you– oh fuck! d-don’t you feel better?”

“rejuvenated, my love,” he groaned, watching the ricochet of your ass move like rippling water. your joint loud moans and cries and the wet claps from your ministrations filled the silence of his office, heating up a lewd air in the otherwise cold and calm room.

you looked so divine in any position you were in, to see your face contort in absolute pleasure just from his touch… he felt so much pride.

he was all yours. yours to love, yours to fight alongside, yours to be treated by, and yours to please.

your moans sounded like music to him; a luxury he was always so grateful to have. telling him how his cock felt so deep inside you from behind and begging him for more.

zayne pulled out of you, leaving a gush of your wetness to ooze out, and gently tugged you upright to kiss you from behind. your tongues lashed and swirled in hunger and desire. your body swiftly turned to face him and you pushed him onto the chair.

eyes dilated and excited, zayne watched you shimmy your lacy panties off. a string of your erotic nectar stuck between your pussy and your panties until it broke of with an almost inaudible snap! you settled on his desk, pulling him closer to you by tugging his chair.

the white lace dangled on your finger like a pendulum, hypnotising zayne into a lustful gaze with his irises following each move. the sight of him so disarrayed, shirt ruffled and unbuttoned far enough to show his sweat-glistened chest, and his pink lips parted and red from your bites�� it just made you even wetter.

“you said you miss me right?” you wrapped your cum-slick panties around his cock, reddened and leaking. “show me.”

so demanding. zayne almost came from your tone alone. he knew exactly what you wanted him to do, and he was not afraid to say he was happy you were thinking the same thing.

he leaned forward, groaning as he slowly stroked his cock, and swiped a long wet lick up your pussy and drew your clit into a gentle suckle. your taste buzzed on his tongue urging him to torture you until he could get you loud enough for the entire surgical department to hear.

with his hands attached to his raging length and his mouth occupied with your decadent cunny, he was so hard and desperate to cum that it hurt. the scarring all over his hands and the roughness of your panties only tormented him more with mind shattering friction they produced.

his moans gargled in a lewd mixture of your creaminess, helping to mute some of the noise that would have added on to your cute whines.

“more!” your back arched like a cat’s, eyes crossing like you were about to squirt all over him before getting horny instantly just to do it again. with his expertise knowledge of the human body, he was bound to find every single spot of yours that would leave you curling and screaming.

whether it was greed or his mind wandering more to his throbbing cock, zayne couldn’t help himself. he just had to let his hands viciously work his cock at least until he knew you’d both cum at the same time. the way it would be so erotic would drive him to lock the door to his office so that he could keep it going until sunrise the next day.

he drank your praises up like he hadn’t consumed water in weeks, and that only fuelled him to pump at his cock more and more, drenching your soaked underwear with his precum so that you’d feel him when he’d eventually put it back on you.

the thought of him cumming into your panties and then again in your warm, tight cunny had his head spinning so much that he almost forgot that he was eating you out.

“come on, doctor,” you breathlessly sighed, tugging his hair to force his beautiful hazel eyes upon your lust drunk gaze. “you have to know how to do two things at once.”

“mmm, yes ma’am.” gods, you were so damn sexy.

something about jerking off with your naughty panties while slurping up your juices in his office… it was just so dirty and yet felt so good. the risk of anyone bursting in to find him in the most compromising position– he could just get off from that alone.

your hands tugged at his hair as you reached your edge and with one more cruel (and loving) suckle with his teeth lightly grazing your clit, your eyes rolled back forcing you into your climax. a hoarse scream left your lips, louder than all your beautiful moans combined.

zayne slurped up all your creamy goodness, bringing himself into a shudder as his cum spurted out of his swollen, red tip, leaking out of the loose confines of your slutty underwear and landing all over the place. in his greed for more, he kept his mouth latched onto your clit and sucked on despite your fruitless attempts to pull him away.

“z-zayne, wait–“ you whimpered. the electric stings of your climax slowly turned into a familiar overstimulated pleasure that left your legs trembling. “it’s– zayne– too much!”

all he could do was hum into your leaking pussy while his tongue drilled and curved inside you to explore your walls and feel you clench and squeeze him as much as you could. his cockhead was still leaking hot globs of cum as his hands expertly rubbed the lace over and around his sensitive tip, massaging and torturing himself for the thrill of pleasure.

it wasn’t long before he brought you both to another orgasm, this time making even more of a mess than the last time. his pants were covered in cum dripping to the floor, your faces were flushed and burning from the sheer arousal hanging in the air. and yet he didn’t want to stop. he couldn’t.

he just loved hearing your pretty noises.

loved making you feel so good.

and he changed his mind. he was going to keep your cumstained panties. as a memento for whenever he thought of you at work, of course.

a/n: first time writing zayne, hope you enjoy!

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chrissssssmut · 26 days ago

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Bro I NEEED a IVE catgirl smut.

PURRING, PANTING, BEGGING (SMUT)

IVE x Male Reader

AN: I hope this one's good! The M reader def just gets the time of his life here XD. Also, happy to be able to put out another story! I'll def do your requests you guys!💗

It had been an exhausting day at work—another shift of paperwork, polite customer service smiles, and an overbearing boss breathing down your neck. You weren’t anything special, just another ordinary guy in a city that moved too fast for its own good. You sighed as you unlocked your apartment door, your body aching for the soft embrace of your bed.

But something was off.

Right before you could step inside, your eyes caught onto a small, unassuming box sitting right at your doorstep. There was no note, no indication of where it had come from. Your brows furrowed as you bent down, hesitating before lifting the lid.

Inside were cats.

Six of them.

Different colors, different sizes, all staring up at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Some meowed softly, one even tilted its head, but they all looked as if they had been waiting for you.

“Who...?” you muttered to yourself.

You glanced around the empty hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever had abandoned them, but there was no one. Just the faint creak of an elevator door closing in the distance. You sighed, rubbing your temple. This was not how you thought your night would go.

Yet, despite the weirdness of it all, you couldn’t just leave them there. You weren’t heartless. With careful hands, you lifted the box and brought it inside, setting it down in your living room.

“Well,” you exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Guess I have roommates now.”

The next few days were filled with adjustment. The cats were oddly well-behaved, unlike the strays you’d encountered before. They didn’t scratch up the furniture, they didn’t hiss or fight over food, and they all seemed... too intelligent.

That wasn’t even the strangest part.

Each of them wore a lace collar with a name embroidered onto it in delicate cursive.

The sleek, elegant white cat had “Yujin” stitched onto a pristine ivory ribbon. A smaller tabby with golden fur bore the name “Rei.” The black one, the troublemaker, had a dark purple ribbon labeled “Leeseo.” Then there was a gray cat with a regal air named “Gaeul,” a soft brown one marked “Liz,” and a strikingly beautiful feline with a midnight-blue coat named “Wonyoung.”

You thought it was odd. Who abandons cats with name tags so well-crafted?

But you shook the thought away. Maybe some rich family had left them, unwilling to care for them anymore. Whatever the reason, they were yours now.

They followed you everywhere.

They watched you.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you swore you could hear something—whispers, laughter—just barely out of reach.

But you ignored it. Maybe you were just tired.

It happened one night, about a week after you’d taken them in.

You had come home late, tossing your bag onto the couch before heading straight to your bedroom. You collapsed onto the mattress, exhaling deeply.

Then you heard it.

Purring.

It came from under your bed, low and vibrating through the floorboards. A deep, rhythmic sound, steady and soothing, yet oddly human. You blinked against the dim glow of your bedside lamp, your drowsy mind slow to register the sound.

With a sleepy smile, you reached down, expecting to brush your fingers through soft fur, maybe scratch behind an ear.

Instead, warmth. Soft.

And then—

Lips.

Your breath hitched, the sensation jolting you awake like ice down your spine. Lips. Warm. Pressing gently against your fingertips.

Not fur. Not whiskers. Lips.

A slow, deliberate kiss.

Your hand recoiled as if burned, and you shot upright in bed, your heart slamming against your ribs. The purring hadn’t stopped. If anything, it grew louder, reverberating through the room like a low hum of satisfaction.

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you hesitantly peered over the edge of the bed.

And then—

Movement.

A pale hand, delicate fingers curling against the floor, nails dragging lightly against the wood. Then another. Then another. One by one, figures began to emerge from the darkness beneath your bed, their bodies unfolding like shadows stretching in the dim light.

You scrambled back against the headboard, your breath caught in your throat as you watched them crawl out—six girls, each one impossibly familiar. The white-haired one looked at you with knowing amusement, her eyes glinting like moonlight off fresh snow. The smallest of them giggled, her golden curls bouncing slightly as she tilted her head.

Your stomach twisted, your mind screaming at you to make sense of this. Because you knew them.

They were the cats.

No. That was impossible.

But there they were, kneeling at the foot of your bed, gazing up at you like they had been waiting for this moment. Their eyes glowed with something deep, something hungry.

“W-what the hell—”

Yujin—the elegant one, now with long white hair cascading over her shoulders—was the first to speak. “You’ve taken such good care of us.” Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. “We wanted to thank you.”

You tried to move, but your body felt frozen. “You—You’re the cats—”

Rei, the small one who had always curled up in your lap, giggled. “Mmm. We are. And we aren’t.”

One by one, they crawled closer, surrounding you. Their touches were soft, their warmth intoxicating. You could barely process what was happening when the first pair of lips pressed against yours.

A fleeting kiss.

Then another.

And another.

You shuddered, eyes darting between them, overwhelmed. “W-why—”

“You’re special,” Wonyoung whispered against your skin, her lips brushing your ear. “You didn’t throw us away. You didn’t ignore us. You cared.”

You swallowed hard. “Is this—Is this some kind of magic?”

Leeseo, the mischievous one, smirked. “Something like that.”

Your breath hitched as their lips met yours again, one after the other, each kiss sending an odd warmth through your body. Your mind screamed at you to run, to question, to do anything but sit there and take it.

But you didn’t move.

They wouldn’t let you.

And deep down, maybe a part of you didn’t want to.

Their hands were warm. Too warm. Soft fingertips traced patterns over your arms, your chest, the fabric of your shirt bunching under their slow, deliberate movements.

“Shhh,” Yujin cooed, her voice smooth as silk. “Don’t be nervous.”

Nervous? That was an understatement.

Rei giggled, her golden hair brushing against your cheek as she leaned in, lips grazing your jaw. “You’re trembling.”

Were you?

Your mind was screaming at you to move—to fight—but your body refused. You were trapped beneath their touch, surrounded by warmth and the faintest scent of something floral, something rich, something undeniably inhuman.

Wonyoung’s fingers ghosted over your collar, toying with the buttons of your shirt. “You took care of us so well,” she murmured, her lips just barely brushing against your throat. “Shouldn’t we return the favor?”

Before you could speak—before you could even think—Liz’s hands slid lower, tracing the hem of your pants. A slow, deliberate tug.

Your breath hitched.

Leeseo smirked. “Aw, look at him.”

“You’re so tense,” Gaeul whispered.

A delicate press of fingers against your waist. A teasing pull of fabric. The sensation of cool air hitting your skin as your pants were slowly—so agonizingly slowly—peeled away.

Yujin tilted your chin up, her smile sharp, predatory. “Relax.”

The room was suffocatingly warm. Maybe it was the way they pressed against you, their soft bodies caging you in, fingers tracing invisible lines over your skin. Or maybe it was the way they watched you—hungry, amused, like they were savoring every second of your unraveling.

Yujin was the first to move, her hand gliding up your chest, nails barely scraping over your skin. “Still so tense,” she murmured, her lips inches from yours.

Rei giggled beside you, her breath hot against your ear. “He’s trying so hard,” she whispered, the amusement in her voice unmistakable. Then—soft, deliberate—her teeth grazed your earlobe, a playful bite that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

You jerked slightly, a strangled noise escaping your throat before you could swallow it down.

“Oh?” Wonyoung smirked, her fingers toying with the waistband of your boxers. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth—maybe to deny it, maybe to protest—but the words caught in your throat as Gaeul’s hand brushed lower, her touch featherlight over your stomach. Lower. Lower.

A slow, deliberate press of her fingers against your growing need.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing at the contact.

“Sensitive,” Liz hummed, dragging a single fingertip along your hip, her touch maddeningly light. “That’s cute.”

Leeseo tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief as she propped herself up beside you. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like this?”

Your breath was uneven, your mind struggling to keep up, to make sense of the heat pooling low in your stomach.

Rei giggled again, her lips still ghosting against your ear. “You’ve been so good to us,” she purred. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

And then, as if to emphasize her words, Gaeul’s hand curled around your length—slow, deliberate, her grip just firm enough to make your body tense beneath her touch.

A quiet, satisfied hum left Yujin’s lips as she watched your reaction. “Much better,” she murmured. “Now just relax.”

But how could you?

When they weren’t going to stop until you completely fell apart.

You barely had time to process Gaeul’s touch before something shifted.

A sudden weight against your chest—Yujin, straddling you with effortless grace, her hands pressing down on your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. She wasn’t rough, not quite—but the way she smiled, slow and knowing, sent a shudder through your body.

“You’re so easy to handle,” she mused, tilting her head. “It’s cute.”

You swallowed hard, testing her grip, but she didn’t budge. If anything, her fingers tightened just slightly. Enough to remind you who was in control.

“You shouldn’t fight it,” Wonyoung murmured, her lips grazing your jawline. “Not when you want it this much.”

A soft breath left you—half denial, half something dangerously close to surrender.

And then—

A warm mouth.

Hot. Wet. Wrapped around the thickest part of you in a way that made your stomach clench.

Your breath hitched, eyes snapping downward just in time to see Rei’s golden curls bobbing slightly, her lips sealed around your aching need. She hummed softly, the vibration making your entire body tense.

“R-Rei—” Your voice broke, strangled.

She pulled back just slightly, her tongue flicking teasingly over the tip before glancing up at you with a smirk. “Mmm? Something wrong?”

Before you could answer—before you could even think—another mouth joined her.

Leeseo, the little troublemaker.

Her tongue traced along the underside of your length, slow and experimental, while Rei took the tip back between her lips, sucking lightly. The combined heat, the slickness of their mouths, was unbearable.

“Look at you,” Liz giggled, fingers skimming over your stomach, your chest. “You’re falling apart already.”

Yujin hummed in approval, her grip on your wrists unrelenting. “I knew you’d be fun.”

Gaeul and Wonyoung weren’t content to simply watch.

Wonyoung trailed her nails down your thigh, dragging them ever so lightly. “We should see how much he can handle.”

Gaeul smirked. “I don’t think he’ll last long.”

A sudden, deliberate squeeze at the base of your arousal—Gaeul’s fingers, firm and teasing. You gasped, your body twitching at the overwhelming mix of pleasure and restraint.

“You’re making the cutest sounds,” Leeseo cooed, flicking her tongue just beneath the tip, her breath warm and teasing.

Rei giggled, swirling her tongue before taking you deeper, her throat tightening around your length in a way that made your vision blur.

You clenched your fists against the sheets, your breath ragged.

Yujin tightened her grip on your wrists, pressing them further into the mattress as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your ear. “Stop thinking so much,” she whispered, her voice smooth, intoxicating. “Just give in.”

Before you could even form a response, a sharp sting bloomed against your neck.

Teeth.

Your breath hitched as Wonyoung sucked against your skin, slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking over the spot before she pulled back with a satisfied hum. “Mmm. That’s a good look on you,” she murmured, tracing the fresh mark with her fingertips.

Gaeul followed suit, her lips trailing along your collarbone before biting down just hard enough to make you flinch. “We should cover him in them,” she mused, her breath warm against your skin. “Make sure everyone knows he’s ours.”

Liz giggled, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your chest, her teeth grazing before she latched on. “Don’t worry,” she murmured between kisses, “we’ll be gentle… maybe.”

Rei and Leeseo weren’t nearly as patient.

Rei tilted her head, admiring the marks forming across your skin. “He looks so pretty like this,” she cooed before biting down just beneath your jaw, her teeth sharper than expected.

Leeseo smirked, dragging her nails down your side. “I like seeing him squirm.”

Your breathing came in ragged, uneven bursts, your body trembling beneath them as they took their time, leaving their marks, staking their claim. Every kiss, every bite, sent another jolt of heat coursing through you, leaving you aching, needy, and utterly overwhelmed.

Yujin leaned back, admiring the sight of you beneath her. “Much better,” she murmured, tracing a possessive finger along the marks decorating your skin. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Yujin sank down onto you in one slow, deliberate motion, taking you to the hilt with an ease that made your breath stutter. A sharp gasp left your lips, swallowed instantly by the smirk curling at hers. She didn’t hesitate—her pace was relentless, rolling her hips with a purpose that left you unraveling beneath her, completely at her mercy.

You moaned, voice breaking as you gasped, ‘Y-Yujin, please… s-slow down…’ But she only smirked, her eyes dark with amusement. ‘Please?’ she echoed, leaning in close, her breath ghosting over your lips. ‘I think you can handle more than that.’ And just like that, she moved even faster, relentless, determined to push you past your limits.

While Yujin moved relentlessly atop of you, the others grew impatient—desperate. Hands roamed, lips grazed, and hungry eyes devoured every inch of you. Some craved your mouth, stealing kisses that left you breathless, while others were drawn lower, eager, insatiable, wanting to claim every part of you for themselves.

‘You can’t just keep him all to yourself, Yujin,’ Wonyoung pouted, her fingers tracing over your jaw before tilting his chin toward her. ‘I want a turn too.’

Rei let out a breathy giggle, her lips ghosting over your neck before biting down playfully. ‘Mmm, he tastes too good to share… but I guess we don’t have a choice, do we?’

Leeseo, practically buzzing with impatience, ran her nails down your chest. ‘I want to hear you beg again,’ she murmured, eyes gleaming as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your own. ‘Think we can make him cry for us?’

Gaeul, ever the composed one, simply smirked as she pressed a kiss against your ear. ‘No need to rush,’ she whispered. ‘We have all night, after all.’

Liz, who had been watching the scene unfold with darkened eyes, leaned down, her voice soft but laced with something dangerous. ‘He’s already falling apart,’ she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his skin. ‘I wonder how much more he can take before he completely breaks for us.

You felt your climax building—too fast, too intense. His breath hitched as he gasped, “Y-Yujin, I’m—”

But she only tightened her grip on you, her pace quickening, her body pressing him deeper. “Inside,” she whispered, voice laced with need. “I want all of it.”

That was all it took. The moment your release crashed over you, Yujin moaned in satisfaction, her body shuddering as she took everything you had to give. Slowly, she lifted herself off of you, breathless, her fingers lazily tracing over your chest as she admired the aftermath. You lay beneath her, panting, exhausted, body still trembling from the intensity.

But it wasn’t over.

Before you could fully catch his breath, Wonyoung was already there—her touch deliberate, her movements slow and taunting as she guided you back into her warmth. A teasing hum left her lips as she sank down onto you, her fingers curling against your chest. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” she whispered, her lips ghosting over your ear.

Then she moved.

Faster. Harsher. Relentless.

Her hips snapped against you, her body taking you with a hunger even Yujin hadn’t shown. But it was her gaze that unraveled you—the way she locked eyes with you, deep and unwavering, a silent demand that he only look at her. “Stay with me,” she murmured, her pace never faltering. “Don’t even think about looking away.”

Your eyes locked onto Wonyoung, dazed and helpless beneath her. She leaned in, her breath warm against your lips, her pace growing impossibly faster.

“Say it,” she murmured, voice dripping with possession. “Say you’re mine… you’re ours.”

Your moans spilled out, uncontrolled, raw—but before he could utter a word, Yujin was there, crashing her lips against yours, swallowing every desperate sound. Her tongue slipped past your parted lips, deep and claiming, while her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer.

Rei’s lips followed next, warm and teasing against your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses down to your throat before sinking her teeth in just enough to make you gasp. Leeseo wasn’t far behind, her breath hot as she latched onto your collarbone, her tongue flicking out before she sucked hard, determined to leave a mark.

Liz, not to be outdone, pressed kisses along your shoulder, her touch soft but lingering, her breath fanning over your skin as she whispered sweet praises between each press of her lips. Gaeul, slow and deliberate, traced the shell of your ear with her tongue before catching your earlobe between her teeth, giving a playful bite that sent a shiver down your spine.

And through it all, Wonyoung never stopped.

She only moved faster.

Wonyoung’s relentless pace had you on the edge, your body tensing beneath her. But before you could fully succumb, a sudden force pushed her off you—Rei. Desperate, impatient, her eyes burned with hunger as she took control.

“Move over,” she huffed, barely giving Wonyoung a moment to react before she straddled him herself—this time, in reverse.

And then—heat. Tight, overwhelming heat as Rei sank down onto you, taking you in all at once. The new position had your breath hitching, body locking up as the new angle sent shockwaves through your nerves. She wasted no time, rolling her hips with slow, deliberate movements before picking up the pace, the friction driving you insane.

The others didn’t let you catch a break.

“You like this, don’t you?” Leeseo whispered against his ear, her fingers dragging down your chest.

“You’re so tense,” Liz murmured, lips ghosting over your collarbone before sinking down to leave another mark.

“You can’t even think straight, can you?” Gaeul smirked, her nails tracing over your abs, teasing you as if she loved seeing you unravel.

Yujin leaned in last, voice dripping with amusement. “You’re completely helpless….it’s cute.”

Rei was lost in her own pleasure, grinding down on you with reckless abandon—until she wasn’t.

A pair of hands suddenly gripped her waist, pulling her off with little resistance. “You’ve had your turn,” Gaeul murmured, her tone playful but firm. Leeseo was right beside her, eyes glinting with mischief.

Before you could even catch your breath, warmth enveloped you—two sets of lips, two tongues, teasing and claiming every inch of you.

“You taste so good,” Leeseo hummed, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she let your length rest against her tongue.

“Mmm,” Gaeul smirked, fingers wrapping around the base as she guided you between them. “Look at you, completely at our mercy.”

A soft, wet slap echoed through the room as the tip met their tongues, sending a shudder down your spine.

“Sensitive,” Leeseo teased, eyes dark with satisfaction. “We like that.”

And just like that, you were undone all over again.

You gasped, body trembling as the overwhelming pleasure built inside you. “F-fuck… please… slow down…” you begged, your voice breaking between sharp breaths.

But Gaeul only smirked against your skin, her lips trailing teasingly along your length before pressing a lingering kiss to the tip. “Aww, but you look so good like this,” she murmured, her breath warm against you.

Leeseo giggled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why would we stop when you’re reacting so beautifully?”

Then, they moved in sync—faster, deeper, their tongues swirling, their lips tightening around you, slick and relentless. Gaeul took you in deep, her throat constricting around you just as Leeseo’s tongue flicked along the underside, her fingers gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming away.

Every sound, every movement only pushed you further to the edge, and they knew it. They wanted you there.

While Leeseo and Gaeul made it nearly impossible for you to catch your breath, Liz leaned in close, her warm lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement.

“You know… this is all because of that sweet little heart of yours,” she purred. “Taking us in, feeding us, letting us curl up in your bed… You should’ve known we’d want to repay you.”

She giggled softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns along your heaving chest before she whispered even lower, just for you.

“I bet you’re grateful we can turn back into cats whenever we want,” she teased. “No one would ever suspect that the guy with six adorable pets is actually being fucked senseless by six beautiful women every night.”

She pulled back just enough to meet your dazed, helpless gaze, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. “You really are lucky.”

As your release built to an unbearable peak, the girls knelt before you, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Their breaths were hot, lips parted, waiting—needing.

Gaeul was the first to take you in her grasp, her fingers wrapping around your slick, throbbing length. She stroked you with purpose, her pace merciless, dragging out every shaky breath, every desperate moan.

"Don’t hold back," she murmured, her sultry voice sending shivers down your spine.

One by one, the others leaned in, their tongues flicking out, teasing—wet heat brushing against sensitive skin. Then came the slow, deliberate drips of spit, each of them making sure you were drenched, slick, gliding effortlessly under Gaeul’s skilled touch.

The pressure coiled tight, impossible to fight, until finally—your body tensed, your breath hitched, and your climax hit hard.

It spilled over them, painting flushed skin and eager lips. Wonyoung let out a pleased hum, swiping a finger across her cheek before slipping it between her lips, tasting you with a slow, satisfied moan. Rei giggled as she licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, while Liz, smirking, scraped a bit off her chin with her thumb before pressing it against your lips.

"Don’t you think it’s only fair you taste yourself too?" she teased.

You barely had time to recover, your body still trembling, before Yujin’s voice cut through the haze.

"Don’t get too comfortable," she purred, pushing you back down onto the sheets. "We’re not done with you yet."

You collapsed onto the bed, limbs heavy, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Your body felt like it had been completely drained, every nerve alight with a dull, lingering pleasure. The room was thick with warmth, the scent of sweat and something far more intoxicating hanging in the air.

Your head lolled to the side, eyes unfocused as you tried to process everything that had just happened. The way they touched you. The way they took you. The way they owned you. It was overwhelming—almost surreal.

Your lips parted, your voice hoarse. "W-why...why did that happen?" you murmured, barely able to string together the words. "What the hell was all of that?"

Soft giggles surrounded you, delicate fingers tracing lazy patterns over your chest and arms. Wonyoung leaned in, her lips ghosting over your ear, her voice like silk. "Because you wanted it."

Rei nuzzled against your side, her breath warm against your skin. "Because you needed it."

You swallowed hard, your mind still reeling. A part of you wanted to deny it, to act as if you had no control over what had just unfolded. But deep down, beneath the exhaustion and shock, there was no denying it.

You liked it.

Maybe even craved it.

Your fingers curled into the sheets as you exhaled a shaky breath. "...I don't know what this means," you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Yujin smiled against your skin, her lips pressing into your jawline. "It means you're ours now."

"Close your eyes for us, baby."

The request came in unison, teasing and playful, yet laced with something almost sinister. You hesitated for a second, still trying to catch your breath, but the way their hands gently traced over your skin left you no room to deny them.

With a slow inhale, you let your eyelids flutter shut.

"No peeking," Wonyoung cooed, her fingers ghosting over your lips before pulling away. "Not until we say so."

You swallowed, nodding in compliance. The room went quiet, save for the occasional rustle of fabric, soft giggles, and the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Minutes passed, anticipation curling tight in your stomach.

"Okay, open."

Your eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the sight before you—and fuck.

You could barely process what you were seeing.

Six pairs of eyes gleamed at you with mischief, framed by sleek cat ears perched atop their heads. Their outfits clung to them in all the right places—lace, straps, and dangerously short skirts barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Stockings ran up their legs, and you swore you could see the light glint off the tiny bells attached to their chokers.

Your throat went dry.

"Speechless?" Yujin smirked, tilting her head as her tail flicked behind her.

You swallowed hard, mouth opening, but no words formed.

Wonyoung sauntered forward, straddling you with ease, her nails dragging lightly down your chest. She leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as she purred:

"Ready for round two, pretty boy?"

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horchatakoo · 23 days ago

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IN HIS MERCY | JUNGKOOK FF PT.2

description: who would have thought that you, the queen bee of the school, would be a crying mess beneath the very boy you bullied?

It’s not your fault he fucks you too good… right?

warnings: nsfw, consensual non-consent, yandere jungkook, mean dom jungkook, big d!ck jk, cum dump yn, dumbification, blackmailing, manipulation, drugging

You slowly wake from your deep slumber, an agonizing headache throbbing in your skull. Instinctively, your hand reaches up to cradle your head, as if it could ease the pain. Your eyes remain shut, the lingering ache making it difficult to open them, and your vision is blurred—probably from sleeping for too long.

Something feels off.

The soft silk sheets against your skin, the plush, oversized mattress, and the faint, familiar scent of a man’s cologne mixing with the cool air—none of it belongs to you. It’s nothing like the small, sweaty bedroom you fell asleep in.

Panic surges through you. You jolt upright, eyes flying open, heart pounding as you take in your surroundings.

No.

You’re not home.

You’re in his room.

"Ah, you’re finally awake. Morning, princess."

Jungkook’s voice was warm, almost teasing, as he stepped into the room, a smile playing on his lips. He had opened the door just in time—as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.

Your throat felt dry. "Jung… wh—"

"You slept for so long, baby. You must be hungry." His tone was soft, affectionate. Too affectionate. "Here, I cooked for you."

Your thoughts were scattered, sluggish. You wanted to ask—how did you get here? How long have you been here?

But before you could even form the words, Jungkook was already moving. He set a tray of food onto your lap, completely dismissing your questions as if he hadn’t heard them at all.

"Jungkook…" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He hummed, tilting his head. "Mhm? Yes, baby?"

He was acting sweet. But that was what terrified you the most.

A single tear threatened to fall onto your cheeks but you tried holding it in.

This isn’t normal.

He isn’t normal.

The man standing in front of you—the one smiling, feeding you, pretending like this was perfectly okay—was nothing like the Jungkook you knew at school.

A single tear slipped down your cheek. Then another. And another.

Before you could stop it, they fell freely, streaking your skin, your chest tightening with each passing second.

And then, with a shaky breath, you finally mustered the courage to say the one thing you had wanted to ask since you woke up.

"J-Jungkook… I wanna go home."

Your voice cracked mid-sentence, fragile, pleading—begging for mercy. Begging for him to take you back, to undo everything, to make things go back to normal.

To before all of this.

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter. If anything, his gaze softened.

"Shhh…" He reached forward, cupping your wet cheek, thumb swiping away a tear. His voice was calm, gentle—too gentle. "Baby, don’t cry. I hate it when you’re like this."

His fingers trailed down to your jaw, tilting your face up toward him. His next words were almost painful.

"All I did was treat you right."

Then, he smiled.

A soft, sweet, twisted smile.

"This is your home now. Don’t you like it?"

And at that moment, you knew.

It was over.

There was no way Jungkook would ever let you go again. If anything, you were trapped.

And that realization crushed you.

A broken sob escaped your lips, followed by another, until you were crying freely, your breath hitching, hiccups shaking your body. You had lost.

But don’t worry—Jungkook was right there.

Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, cradling your trembling form. He shushed you gently, fingers stroking your hair in mock comfort, his lips curling into a sinister smile against your temple.

"It’s okay… it’s okay, baby. You’re gonna learn to love it here soon."

His voice was soothing, convincing, like he truly believed his own words.

"I even bought you new expensive dresses. You like that, don’t you?"

His hand trailed down your back, rubbing slow, possessive circles.

"You can be all pretty and dolled up just for me. Just like the good old days, when you were the queen bee."

As if those words should make it better. As if you’re like a kid that can be bought with a few dresses.

But… isn’t this what you always wanted?

A taste of wealth

Something that you have been pretending to have ever since,

and now? Jungkook was handing it to you on a silver platter in exchange of your freedom.

After a minute of sobbing into his chest, your cries slowly faded into quiet sniffles. Your body felt heavy, drained, your mind too exhausted to keep fighting.

You didn’t want to be close to him. Didn’t want to need him.

But right now? He was the only comfort you had.

And Jungkook loved it.

His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns down your back, feeling the way you melted—just slightly—against him.

So cute.

A minute ago, you had been babbling nonsense about wanting to go home, about escaping.

And now?

Now, you were seeking him out. Holding onto him.

But Jungkook knew better.

This won’t last.

You would come back to your senses. The moment your emotions settled, you would go back to being difficult. Stubborn. Fighting him.

So he had to fix that.

Had to take matters into his own hands.

Had to condition you… to train you.

To be his perfect little doll.

All pretty and compliant just for him.

Then, as if nothing happened, he leans back and tilts your chin up.

"Feeling better, baby?"

Knowing better than to resist, you nod weakly.

Jungkook grins, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

"Good girl. Then let’s get some food in you, yeah?"

He reaches for the breakfast tray he had set on the bedside table, carefully placing it in front of you.

"I made this just for you," he says, his voice soft, affectionate.

On the plate, there’s warm rice, eggs, and crispy bacon. A glass of milk sits beside it.

It looks… normal.

You hesitate for a moment, staring at the food, wondering if it might be laced with poison.

Jungkook catches the doubt in your eyes and chuckles.

"What? You think I’d poison my pretty little princess?"

He picks up a slice of bacon and bites into it himself, chewing slowly.

"See? It’s safe, baby. Now eat."

You swallow hard, yet you choose to follow his orders, forcing yourself to pick up the spoon. You need the energy. You need to stay strong if you’re ever going to find a way out of this.

So you eat.

Feeling hungry, you manage to finish the meal, washing it down with the full glass of milk.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook simply watches, smiling and humming in satisfaction as you unknowingly drink the milk laced with drugs—ones meant to boost your arousal and keep you dumb.

“Your training starts now, baby”

“Come here, princess”

Jungkook calls you casually while he’s busy scrolling one of the papers he has to sign for the company.

His parents had recently just decided to transfer the company in his name, seeing how Jungkook’s temper and psychotic behavior has been improving - or so they thought.

Hearing him calling you, you did not hesitate but to happily crawl toward him, just like how he trained you.

The cold floor stings against your palms, the weight of the collar around your neck a constant, inescapable reminder of who you belong to.

The thin straps of your pink lingerie barely cover anything—your breasts threaten to spill free with every movement, and the fabric only hides what Jungkook allows to be hidden.

But the worst part?

The aching stretch of the plugs in both your holes.

Each slow, deliberate movement is humiliating. Each crawl toward him is a silent admission—you’re already broken.

Jungkook had fucked you full this morning.

Had plugged his cum inside you, his voice a low, mocking purr as he tilted your chin up and whispered;

“Don’t waste it, princess. Good pets keep their master’s cum inside.”

Now, as you finally reach him, Jungkook leans back in his chair, watching.

Amused. Satisfied. Completely in control.

"Good girl."

Then—he spreads his legs.

And pats his thigh.

"Now, sit."

You climb onto his lap, straddling him, your core pressing directly against his already hardened bulge.

Even through the fabric, you can feel him.

Thick. Hard. Waiting.

You can’t help yourself but naturally grind in him, but you were stopped with a slap in your right butt cheek

“Did I tell you to do that? So fucking horny can’t even control yourself”

Jungkook scolded you, which made you sob, “‘M, sorry daddy, Y/n just wanna rub”

Jungkook smirks at how pathetic you look. It has only been three days and you’re already broken.

“Really? Then you should ask for permission first, you’re a good girl aren't you?”

You nod, agreeing that you really are a good girl as you started begging him “D-daddy… Can Y/N hump?”

“Are sure that’s what you only want, princess?” Jungkook asked as he started rubbing circles on your

“Want daddy inside, feels so empty!”

Jungkook chuckles at your desperation, as he mocks you “Is that so, but you already have a plug to keep you full”

Jungkook loves you this way. He thinks you’re perfectly made for this - for him.

“Nooo… want daddy’s cock” You cried in desperation as you unconsciously buckled your hips, following the rhythm of his thumb.

“Really? Then prove it.”

You blink up at him, confused. “H-how?”

His fingers ghost over your collar, tugging it slightly.

“If you want it so badly, you’re going to work for it, princess. Show me how much you need it.” Jungkook suggested as he caressed your cheek

Without thinking, you slip off his lap, dropping to your knees on the cold tile floor. The impact stings, but you don’t care.

Your hands move frantically, fingers trembling as you unbuckle his belt, tugging down his boxers with urgency.

And then—

You’re met with the sight of his cock, thick, hard, and with a bit of precum spilling in his slit.

You drag your tongue along his length, pressing soft kitten licks against the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum.

It smears onto your lips, glistening like gloss.

You hum in satisfaction—you love this. Love teasing him. It’s like licking ice cream, slow and indulgent, just the way you like it.

But before you can continue, a deep groan rumbles from his chest.

Suddenly, his fingers tighten in your hair, yanking you forward.

Your gasp is cut short as he forces your mouth down his shaft, making you take him in one swift motion.

Before, you would have been choking and crying, struggling to take him.

But now? Your throat has adjusted.

It’s as if it’s been reshaped just for him.

“Ohh fuck princess, you’re so good. Throat so fucking tight and warm, just like your pussy”

You wanted to say something, but you chose to stay focused, bobbing your head with determination, desperate to satisfy him.

But it wasn’t enough.

Jungkook’s grip tightened in your hair, and before you could react, he thrust his hips forward, forcing himself deeper.

You choked slightly, your throat tightening around him as he let out a low, satisfied groan.

“So, so good, yeah? Always ready to be used.”

And just like that, he pulled out of your mouth, before shooting his cum on your face.

“Thank you daddy,” you said, always grateful with everything he gives you as you collect the cum smeared on your face and licked it up.

"Bend over the desk. I’m going to refill you," Jungkook instructed.

You obeyed immediately.

Pressing your chest against the cool surface of his wooden desk, you arched your back, ass up, waiting.

Jungkook let out a low hum of approval as he reached down, peeling away the sheer lace fabric you’d been wearing all day.

Slowly, he pulled out the plug from your core, making you hiss at the discomfort.

The sudden emptiness sent a shiver through you.

And just like that—your hole was left gaping, clenching around nothing, as his leftover cum trickled down your inner thigh.

He chose to leave the buttplug in place, already planning to train you for anal—maybe tomorrow, or maybe even tonight.

“Ahh… jungkookie, pleasee”

“Shhh doll, I’ll enter you now” And just like that he inserted his thick shaft into you without prep, knowing your gonna take him so well

“Ohhh fuck… so good doll. Pussy so perfect for my cock” He praised as he continued ramming you core, while you’re just there taking it all.

"Shit, I’ve fucked you twice today, and you’re still so tight," Jungkook groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust deeper.

Your walls clenched around him, desperate, needy, perfectly trained to take him.

A whimper escaped your lips, your body trembling beneath him. "Ahh… ugh, I wanna cum, Gookie, please?"

Your voice was wrecked, broken, dripping with desperation.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, slowing his pace just to hear you whine.

"Already begging, princess? Tsk. So fucking pathetic. Hold it in, let’s come together”

The idea that the servants—or anyone in the house—might hear you? Long forgotten.

Your only focus was him. His cock. The way he was ruining you.

With a few more deep, relentless thrusts, Jungkook cummed inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he filled you to the brim.

At the same moment, pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you squirted around him.

Your legs trembled violently, the overwhelming sensation leaving you too weak to hold yourself up.

If not for Jungkook’s firm grip on your hips, you would have collapsed completely.

"Tsk. Look at you," he murmured, smirking down at your wrecked, shaking form. "Can’t even stand without me."

You felt exhausted again, your body limp and spent.

Fortunately, Jungkook placed you gently onto his office chair, his touch surprisingly gentle as he grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat off your flushed skin.

But before you could fully relax, you felt it.

The familiar stretch as he plugged your core again, sealing everything inside.

Your breath hitched, but you were too tired to protest.

It didn’t matter. In a few weeks, you’d probably be pregnant with the amount of intercourse the two of you had.

Jungkook moved toward one of the cabinets, pulling out a large hoodie.

One of his.

He slipped it over your head, letting the soft fabric swallow your exhausted, smaller frame.

You were already fighting off sleep, eyelids heavy, body sinking deeper into the chair.

Then his voice broke through the haze.

“Hey, baby. Rest now, okay? Mom and Dad are gonna visit later.”

Your eyes fluttered open.

"M-Mom?" Your voice came out groggy, confused.

Jungkook chuckled, kneeling beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah, my parents. You’re gonna meet them for dinner. Would you like that?"

You hesitated.

"Okay…" You nodded slowly, still unsure.

But the thought of meeting Jungkook’s parents sent an unexpected flutter through your chest.

Him introducing you to them…

As what?

As his girlfriend?

Right…

“Who’s this?” Jungkook’s father asked, eyeing you intensely.

His presence alone made it clear—he didn’t like you here. He didn’t welcome you.

The four of you sat at the long dining table, Jungkook beside you, his hand firmly clasped around yours beneath the table.

You sat stiffly, dressed in one of the expensive outfits he had bought for you—an elegant white draped dress, flowing over your figure. Your hair was left untied, cascading naturally over your shoulders.

Jungkook, unbothered, swirled the wine in his glass before taking a slow sip.

“You’re scaring her, Dad. That’s not how you should treat my guest.”

“Y-yes, honey… Look at this lovely girl, you should at least smile at her,” Mrs. Jeon added quickly, offering you a kind smile, attempting to ease the rising tension.

But you just sat there, uncertain, frozen.

You wanted nothing more than to leave, to go back to your room. His parents—especially his father—didn’t seem like good people.

“Smile? God knows where Jungkook got this girl from and what antics he pulled this time.”

Mr. Jeon’s tone was laced with disdain.

He knew his son too well.

He knew this wasn’t normal.

And it deeply concerned him.

They thought that, after all this time, Jungkook had changed. That he had gotten better.

But instead—he had only gotten worse.

Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightened.

His gaze turned sharp as he stared down his father.

“I don’t like you talking to my fiancée like that, Dad.”

The room fell silent.

Mrs. Jeon’s eyes widened, startled yet pleasantly surprised.

“Fiancée? Oh my…” She gasped, pressing a hand to her chest, visibly delighted.

Jungkook only smirked.

“Yeah. She’s family now. So please, treat her well.”

Your cheeks burned.

You hadn’t expected that. You hadn’t even known he had planned something like this.

And yet…

Your heart skipped a beat.

Somehow, you felt happy.

Jungkook was claiming you—officially, permanently.

You weren’t just his toy anymore.

You were his.

Completely.

Mr. Jeon, however, remained silent.

He knew better than to protest against his psychotic son.

Instead, he turned to you, studying your face.

The way you smiled at Jungkook.

The way your eyes sparkled at the idea of being his fiancée.

And it disturbed him.

You were just like him.

Twisted. Warped. Sick in the head.

And yet, for you, there was nothing better.

Nothing better than being Jungkook’s fiancée.

Than becoming his wife.

Your old life—the memories of school, of being the queen bee—had long faded into nothing.

But that’s fine…

Jaehyun and the others had forgotten you too, as if you had been nothing more than a passing superstar, once admired, now completely irrelevant.

All that mattered now was Jungkook.

Now, and forever, your only focus would be him.

Building the family he wanted.

The future he had already decided for you both.

-the end-

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