#fic: debellatio

[pseudowho]

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Nanami Kento

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JJK multi-character fics

Nanami Kento Masterlist

Updated: 28th March 2024

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking. 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist

Updated: 6th March 2024

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Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader

Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome

Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.

Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.

Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.

Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕

In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.

"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease

Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.

Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.

Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.

Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?

Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma

Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.

The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.

Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.

The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.

"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.

Suguru Geto Masterlist

Updated: 23rd February 2024

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Deadly Nightshade 🐙🔥💕-- a Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.

Kamo Choso Masterlist

Updated: 28th December 2023

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Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm stuck!' on a mission together, and virgin Choso is offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

Snowhere to Go ☕💕-- When your date plans are foiled by the snow, you and Choso make your own fun with a stack of old board games.

Aoi Todo Masterlist

Updated: 27th January 2024

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Act of the Soul 🔥-- Aoi Todo uses his Boogie Boogie on the reader during sex.

JJK's Multi-Character Masterlist

Updated: 31st March 2024

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Being gross in long-term comfortable relationships ☕💕-- with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji and Ino

"Cumfaces" Ask and Drabble 🤡

Defending Your Honour ☕💕-- the JJK boys are sick of the creeps and perverts who harass our dear reader.

Nanami, Todo and Geto

Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji

Gojo, Megumi and Nobara, Inumaki and Toji

Firemen 💔☕💕-- the JJK Crew rescue the Reader, and fall in love at the same time.

Nanami and Higuruma Aesthetics: ☕ 'Besto Friendos' dichotomies

Neat Suit/Messy Suit

Cold Anger/Hot Anger

"Stay down!" Fighter/"Get Up!" Fighter

City-Skyline Penthouse/Converted-Factory Penthouse aesthetics

IKEA Flat-pack Aesthetics

How They Ejaculate 🔥📚-- a physiological ejaculation study of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Higuruma and TrueForm!Sukuna

Penis Synonym Smutfics 🤡🔥 -- with Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Takuma Ino, Gojo Satoru and Inumaki Toge

Penpals (a Panda fic) 🐼☕-- he didn't mean to Catfish you. Honestly.

Shower Mat 🔥💕-- the reader buys an 'old lady shower mat'...that makes shower shenanigans suddenly possible.

Takuma Ino as a Young Dad ☕💕-- when Takuma unexpectedly becomes a father...

The Rebounds 🔥💕-- Yuuta and Maki show you the date of your life, after you're dumped

They Find You Wearing This...Unsexy Monstrosity 🤡 -- with Itadori Yuuji, Satoru Gojo, Higuruma, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami and Suguru

[kewltie]

“What, do you think I’m a cat or something, that I would need this?” Donghae snaps, glowering down at Hyukjae in annoyance but he holds his foot still in Hyukjae’s grip as Hyukjae hooks the bell to the chain-link on his anklet.

Hyukjae adjusts the clasp of the bell to make sure it’s perfectly tighten on the anklet before glancing up at him. “No I don’t, but what’s wrong with cats?” he asks, raising a brow.  “They may be prickly, aloof, and moody at times but they’re also wildly charming, fiercely curious, and most of all completely lovable. I think it’s a generous compliment to be compare to cats.” 

“I—” Donghae fumbles, drawing blank for once.

Hyukjae retracts his hand and Donghae’s foot quickly falls back against the armchair, the bell ringing with every slightest movement from Donghae. “Hm?” he inquires, the corner of his lip twitching as he watches Donghae flounders for his next word.

“But I’m not a cat so—!” Donghae turns his head away, unable to finish the sentence on his tongue as the bell rings once more with the kick of his feet lifting to the seat of the armchair. He pulls his leg closer to his chest, hugging it as though protecting it, himself, by keep it as far away from Hyukjae’s firebrand touch.

The reverberation of the bell from his anklet lingers in the air as it matches the cacophony rhythm of his own heartbeat and Donghae tries not to think of the way the heat of Hyukjae’s finger lingers where he had touched, settling under his skin, coursing through his blood stream, and igniting every fiber of his body.

[veliseraptor]

What’s debellatio because I read it as A Different Word due to scanning too fast and now I’m laughing about it

now I really wish I had just titled a fic “fellatio” because that would be hilarious. next time I’m writing a fic where that’s an appropriate title I’m at least making it the working one

anyway though! this one is titled from the latin debellatio which is a term from international law that designates the annihilation of a sovereign state in war. (debello = conquer, subjugate, tio = suffix forming nouns).

and this one is the promised Lan Wangji pov fic companion to ius in bello, a fic also titled after a term from international law! aka the miserable canon divergence au where Wei Wuxian dies in the ambush on his way to Jinlintai.

“Wei Wuxian was killed at Qiongqi Path! The Yiling Laozu is dead!”

The chatter of the Jin servants he’d been tuning out finally broke through Lan Wangji’s distraction. He stopped walking and simply stood, for a moment, very still. Rumor, he thought, a little dazed. It’s rumor, that’s all. 

But he turned toward the speakers and said, “say that again.”

Belatedly, they noticed his presence. Hurried to bow and say Hanguang-jun and it rolled off him. “Say that again,” he said. “About Wei Ying.” 

[pseudowho]

Debellatio

You ask Nanami Kento to help you and Higuruma Hiromi on a mission, after the events of In Flagrante Delicto (link here); you find yourself at the mercy of both men after they are struck by the aphrodisiac Curse.

An introduction to Greynami from my Post-Shibuya!AU Nanami; see Grey and Post-Shibuya AU!Nanami Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, another sex pollen fic because I'm utterly depraved and godless, threesome, I don't like to ruin surprises

(help me find the Higuruma artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

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"Kento. We're friends...right?"

Nanami Kento's one good eye narrowed at you, you, sat so surreptitiously on the arm of the sofa in the coffee shop you had asked to meet him at. Kento briefly considered lowering his newspaper, but decided he'd wait to see what you wanted, first. No longer working for Jujutsu High after the Shibuya incident, he did, however, stay in contact with you, one of his favourite colleagues.

"Friends?" he teased, "I don't have friends." You pouted, slapping his arm lightly, and he  continued, "Alright...what is it you want?"

You scooted next to him on the sofa, emboldened by his invitation; "It's Hiromi," you said, already desperate, almost begging.

Already on first name terms, Kento thought, a light jealousy twisting in his gut, having thought he and you always had potential together. "Higuruma?" he pressed, scarred face neutral. You nodded.

"I released him to the wild," you stated, filling Kento in, "I don't think he was ready, but he was insistent, he's been out on his own for a while now...anyway, he seems to have been alright. Alone."

You did not tell Kento how Hiromi Higuruma had spent every night over the past week in your bed, spurred on initially by an aphrodisiac Curse he had failed to exorcise. You had not told anyone at Jujutsu High, in fact. How would you tell them that you and Hiromi were...what? Colleagues with benefits? On an uncertain path towards boyfriend and girlfriend? Pleasuring each other blind every day and night, lost in each others' minds and bodies? You almost blushed, aware your underwear was damp with the seed he had left inside you just that morning.

Kento raised one thin eyebrow at your pause, imploring you to continue. You took a deep breath.

"There's a mission tomorrow, and they want to send more than one First Grade, they think it's big, apparently. They chose Hiromi, and me. But I've worked with him, and he's...he's..." you trailed off, searching for the words. Kento helped.

"Difficult? Doesn't play well with others?" he offered lightly. You nodded, hands clasped in your lap.

"Can you come with us? Just as a buffer. We won't even need you I don't think, just..." you tailed off again, hoping Kento agreed.

That familiar jealousy burned in Kento's gut again. 'We'. 'Won't even need you'. Kento kicked himself mentally, wondering if he'd left it too late to ask you out to dinner, to make his move, wondering if Higuruma of all people had showed up and pipped him to the post. His jaw clenched as he put down his newspaper, giving you a gentle reassuring smile. Of course he agreed.

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"Why is he here?" Hiromi pressed you, rolling his gavel between his hands in irritation. Nanami Kento stood a few feet away from you and Hiromi, catching up with Ijichi while the veil was prepared around a derelict shopping centre, held together by ivy and abandoned "SALE!" banners.

"Just for back-up, Hiromi. Anyway, I haven't seen him in ages. You'll be friends in no time, I'm sure of it," you cooed.

Hiromi bristled. He had heard you speak fondly of this...this...sexy pirate, Nanami Kento, and in these early, brittle stages of your relationship together, Hiromi couldn't help but feel threatened by this imposing figure of a man. Allowing himself a moment of fragile masculinity, he shook it off, reminding himself that you weren't a competition.

But that if you were, you'd chosen Hiromi and he had won anyway.

Kento smiled fondly at Ijichi, gripping his hand in a friendly squeeze, before heading over to you and Hiromi, the veil descending below him in an oily drip down an invisible dome. Kento's face remained neutral as he approached, he and Hiromi reading each other, both shrewd, calculating. You swallowed at the palpable tension, before trying to bridge the gap with a reassuring smile to them both. Kento spoke first.

"The electricity's back on, so we're not operating in the dark. We should introduce ourselves. Nanami Kento," he said shortly, offering a brief bow, his gaze piercing into Hiromi even through an eye patch, it seemed.

"Higuruma Hiromi," he offered, "I've been told you're just here as..."

"...insurance," Kento finished coolly, "as you're rather...new to this." Hiromi felt another pang of irritation, smiling tightly at Kento.

Kento turned to you, giving you a smile so warm and sincere that it cracked through his icy demeanour. When you smiled back, Hiromi gritted his teeth, reminding himself again to behave. Eyes now on you, he threaded his fingers through yours, tapping your joined hands against his thigh in an act of affection and possession.

"Come on then, my love. We'll lead the way, shall we?" Hiromi pulled you ahead of Kento as a pair, and Kento glowered silently at your backs as he followed you into the building.

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"Have you read The Day of the Triffids?" you mused aloud to Hiromi and Kento, running your hand along the network of enormous vines, some as thick as your thigh, clinging along the inner walls of the building. A hazy mist had settled within the confines of the corridors, dewy and tropical in the summer humidity of central Tokyo. Exotic and otherworldly flora popped in bursts of colour from the ceiling and floor as the corridor curved away from you.

Hiromi and Kento both confirmed immediately, competitive, flashing each other furious glances. You were oblivious, examining the tendrils and flowers in glittery-eyed fascination. Hiromi and Kento stewed, both hovering close to you, irritated by the invasion of each others' space.

"We should go deeper into the building," Hiromi stated, confident, tapping his gavel against his adjacent palm, "the main Curse body is probably hiding centrally." Kento cleared his throat, imitating politeness as he disagreed.

"Many of these Curses linger on the edges, like spiders in webs. It would be more thorough to scout inwards from the edges, first."

"Well that sounds pretty inefficient seeing as we know--"

"--well we don't know, you're just assuming--"

"--based on experience, I think--"

"--oh yes, and what experience would that be?" Kento finished, curt, brittle. He turned to you, shoulders clenched in a taut line under the clipped corners of his suit. Hiromi spun to catch your eye, anger burning low at Kento's interference. Both beseeched you, seethingly, to agree with them.

You blushed under their stares, feeling their Cursed energy rising, competing, and gulped, feeling naked and exposed.

"I think," you started slowly, "that both options are as viable as the other," both Kento and Hiromi huffed air out of their noses, lips curled in annoyance, "and so you two should decide between you."

"Either way," you continued, the air thick with tension, "we have to go this way to get to the rest of the building anyway. It will give you two time to make a decision, and maybe learn to get along?" Both men bristled at your gentle chastisement, facing each other, chins out, teeth gritted.

You continued behind Hiromi and Kento along the corridor, watching with mute horror, as conversation escalated into debate, descended into argument, spiralled into insults--

"Well you're apparently so smart," spat Kento at Hiromi, "that I probably should let you decide, even if you find out the hard way, but you're not dragging her into danger too, so--"

"--sorry we can't all muscle our way through our problems, Nanami, she probably should stay with the brains of the group, so--"

"--she's coming with me!" Their voices rang through the corridor in tandem, and you shouted in warning, as they both tripped, distracted, their legs tangling in a flower-covered vine, like trip wire across the floor.

A puff of yellow pollen shot up from the flowers, clouding Kento and Hiromi in a clinging haze. They coughed, sneezing, staggering backwards out of the cloud. Kento cleared his eye with a swift wipe, looking down at himself, surveying the damage.

But, Hiromi spun to face you, barely disguised panic in his eyes; "Shit. Shit. Not again--"

Your jaw dropped, appalled; "Again? Hiromi? Was this-- is this--"

Hiromi groaned, and leaned heavily, shivering against the wall as the pollen seeped through his pores, the yellow fading as it sunk into Hiromi's bloodstream. Kento's back was to you, but dread crept into your belly, low and hot, as you saw his shoulders roll and shudder, his scarred hand clasped over his mouth as his chin dipped towards the floor.

As both Hiromi and Kento turned slowly to look at you, hunger glowing in their eyes, you began to take tentative steps backwards, your speed gradually increasing as you spun, quickly building into a full sprint back down the corridor.

Kento was burning from the inside out; every nerve was on fire with desperate arousal, his cock rapidly hardening in the confines of his slim suit trousers, and he knew in furious desperation that if he didn't pin you down and ram every inch of himself into you, that he would surely perish in these sordid flames, and--

As Kento's legs bent with intent to hunt you down the corridor, he felt slim fingers grip around the front of his throat, Hiromi stepping into his vision, clearly suffering just as he was, but determined and steely, hooded eyes smouldering with threat.

"Not my girl, Nanami," Hiromi spat, squeezing the sides of Kento's thick throat with surprising force. Kento chuckled, full of dark mirth as he gripped Hiromi by the wrist, twisting it away from him; Hiromi held fast, hand shaking with exertion.

"You were the back-up, Higuruma," Kento rumbled, smirking, judgement clouded by wild, throbbing need, "so back off. Daddy's home now." Kento swept Hiromi's legs from under him, elbowing him to the ground, before leaping over his scrabbling form and stalking down the corridor, with surprising grace for such a big man.

Hiromi was on Kento in seconds, spinning him into a resounding thud against the wall, and Kento roared in frustration, as the two continued to scrap along the corridor, concrete cracking under their feet and shoulders as they bodied each other into the walls, trying to gain the upper hand.

You had reached the end of the corridor, the stairs blocked with a bawdry tangle of prickles and vines. You scanned the corridor, spotting a lift to the right, and you ripped fine vines away from its entrance, pressing the lift's button in a frantic panic, hearing the roars and crashes of Kento and Hiromi moving down the corridor towards you.

You had a moment of dread, fearful that the lift was now inoperable, before a tinny little ping announced the lift's arrival. Clambering over vines and into the lift, you saw a puff and crumble of rubble down the corridor as Kento was thrown into a wall, the ceiling partly collapsing above him.

You pressed the button again, again, again, your heart thick in your throat. You saw Hiromi round the corridor, zigzagging across jigsaws of vines, eyes intently on you.

As the doors grinded closed, Kento and Hiromi descended upon them, still scrapping, bloody, fighting with mindless desperation and rage. The lift stayed still, halted by your own paralysis as you caught their eyes through the glass, both begging you to let them in.

You swallowed, your belly hot with anticipation, wanting to help but utterly incapable of accepting the only means by which you could help. You mouthed wordlessly at Hiromi and Kento. You pressed a shaking finger to the lift's 'down' button, and Hiromi swiftly countered by pressing the button outside the lift doors. The lift pinged, juddered, stopped, started, indecisive, torn.

You were at a stalemate. You ran your hands through your hair.

"I can't...I can't help both of you," you cried, turning to look at Nanami, eyes brimming with apology as he rested his forehead against his fist, breathing out in a shaking moan.

"Kento, I...Hiromi and I, we..." Kento thumped his fist against the outside of the lift, the lift trembling at his strength.

"You choose him?" Kento spat, feeling precum leak down his thigh in a constant damp stream. He coughed, arousal burning through his throat, and reached down to squeeze his cock, desperate for relief, moaning softly as he bit into his fist.

"You'll-- you'll help me, though?" Hiromi urged, hopeful and throbbing, palms and forehead pressed flat to the glass of the lift, eyelids heavy and breaths hot and urgent. You swallowed, considering your promise to always help Hiromi, and nodded slowly, swallowing, memories of how desperately he took you the first time sweeping through you, your clit aching and pussy clenching around nothing.

"Open the door. Please, please, open the door," Hiromi whispered in prayer. Kento accepted, sickly, that you had made your decision, still certain he may die without relief. The pollen pulsed through him, toxic and ruinous, and he felt his vision fade into animalistic shades of black, white and red.

"I can-- I-- just let me watch," Kento forced out, begging through clenched teeth. You hesitated, eyes flicking towards Hiromi in question. Hiromi scowled, lips curled in distaste.

"Watch, don't watch-- I don't give a fuck. But I'll have your head if you lay a finger on her."

Kento snarled, lips pulled taut against his teeth-- but nodded his agreement. Your hand lowered, hesitantly retracting from the button as Hiromi calmly pushed the 'open' button from the outside, eyes burning into you with unholy intent.

As the door opened, Hiromi stepped to you, trembling with restraint, fists clenching and unclenching as he urged you backwards, caging you in against the wall with outstretched arms. Not breaking eye contact, he reached down to grab one of your hands, pressing it hard against his straining erection with a low groan, eyes closed against the enormity of the tiny relief and the promise of more to come.

Keeping your hand pressed against him, rutting into your open palm, Hiromi dipped his mouth to your neck, taking your skin between his lips in a deep, bruising lovebite.

"You know how this works," he intoned, low and slow, licking your neck as he rubbed your hand on the outline of his rigid cock, "and I know you can take it." You hesitated as Kento moved slowly into the lift space, the doors closing behind him. His eye shot daggers through you, the burned side of his face twisted in agony, until his gaze flicked downwards, staring hungrily at where Hiromi rutted his cock into your open hand. Kento's tongue darted out to lick his lips, his hand sinking slowly to undo his own belt.

As Hiromi continued to devour your neck, moaning with abandon as he pressed closer to you, humping his weeping clothed cock against your body, you felt your own inhibition fade curiously away. Your trepidation was slowly being overtaken, being seeded and overgrown by a burning hunger. You took a gasping breath, high off your own desire, head swimming--

"Hiromi-- the pollen, it's-- it's on your clothes," you urged, your brain clouding, thrumming, succumbing as yellow mist soaked into your skin.

Kento watched with erotic fascination as you became pliable, supple as water under Hiromi's mouth, your eyes half-closed with aching arousal, a desperate keening noise rising from your throat.

"Oh god yes," groaned Kento, voice gravelly with lust as he released his throbbing erection, pumping his thick cock in his fist, biting the backs of his knuckles on his free hand, "keep going, don't stop-- don't--"

Hiromi drank up Kento's begging, seethingly determined to prove his ownership of you, and grasped your top between his hands, ripping it open like paper, snapping the front of your bra so the cups hung loosely over your pebbled nipples. Hiromi heard Kento release a shuddering whine behind him as he latched his tongue and lips over your nipple, still rutting into your hand, which was joined by the other now as you worked frantically at Hiromi's trousers to release him.

Kento and Hiromi both gasped as Hiromi's cock sprang upwards, and was instantly grasped between your fingers, your first squeeze releasing a thick dribble of precum down Hiromi's length as he shuddered, moaning into your breasts, pressing his fist into the wall as you began to masturbate him. You ached to your very core, reeling with need.

"Please fuck me," you begged Hiromi, voice whispering and pleading in his ear, "cum inside me, as much as you want, I need it, I--"  Hiromi didn't need to be told twice and lifted your legs to straddle his hips, holding you up against the wall as he flipped your skirt up, ripped your tights and sticky wet underwear at the groin, and allowed you to line up his cock between your puffy, glistening folds.

Kento's hand worked harder and harder on his own cock now, stopping to circle his thumb around the sensitive head, spreading his precum, fighting the urge to throw Hiromi aside and thrust into you himself. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he instead focused on where Hiromi's cock lined up with you.

"What the hell are you waiting for?" Kento growled as Hiromi paused, panting into your neck, "get inside her or I will."

With one aggressive thrust, Hiromi's cock rammed into you to the hilt, slamming you back against the wall as you cried out, clawing at him desperately. Your hands clenched the front of his shirt, gripping and ripping, buttons scattering over the floor with faint skitters, so desperate were you to feel Hiromi's skin on yours.

Hiromi fucked you ruthlessly, eyes fixed on where his cock crashed into you, hips snapping back and forth with barely controlled fury. Spurred on by your mewls and whimpers, Hiromi panted, chasing his relief, agonised cries breaking from his mouth with every other thrust.

Kento's eye had drooped closed behind Hiromi, stroking himself now to the sounds of you and Hiromi alone, feeling with agonising certainty that cumming in his own hand would do little to relieve his deadly need, but needing to chase his orgasm regardless. He felt his pleasure building rapidly as he heard you cum, falling apart with trembling cries around Hiromi's cock.

Hiromi didn't last long, his first orgasm hitting him with a wave of relief so violent, his knees almost buckled, relying on you for a moment to hold yourself up against him. Hiromi felt blinded as rope after rope of his seed spurted into you, coating your cervix, soothing your aching belly with warmth. Kento came with a shuddering gasp, streams of thick cum splattering onto the floor and coating his hand, face contorted in pain when he felt little to no relief despite his orgasm plundering through his every muscle.

You and Hiromi clung onto each other, still joined, and Hiromi's cock felt no softer at all, still rigid and held with urgency against your cervix, sucked in by your velvety walls.

"I'm-- I'm sorry I-- I can't stand--" Hiromi stuttered, dropping to his knees with your legs still wrapped around him, still pressed core to core as you wrapped your arms around his neck, straddling him, riding him as he whimpered into your mouth. Lost in your own pleasure, your eyes had drifted shut as you rode Hiromi, slippery with cum, keeping his cock jealously inside you, unwilling to let him pull out by more than an inch.

You felt a strong hand wind into your hair, tipping your head backwards and sideways, and as you gasped, you felt a droplet of salty cum drip onto your tongue. Kento's other hand, sticky with his own seed, ghosted around your lips as he stared down at you, scarred face impassive, but his eye urgently begging, and he dipped a cum-covered thumb into your mouth, stroking across your tongue.

Hiromi flung a hand out sideways, clawing with fury at Kento's thick, corded thigh; "Nanami," he hissed in warning. Kento ignored him, still staring at you, pleading, impeaching--

You nodded slowly, opening your mouth, holding out your tongue. Kento groaned his appreciation, and leant down to dip his tongue against yours as you gripped his thick cock in your hand. Hiromi scowled, thrusting you harder onto him in possessive punishment, satisfied to hear you squeak against Kento's tongue. As Kento pulled away from you and your mouth started to close, he gripped your jaw, stopping you.

"Open," he barked and you acquiesced, jolting and groaning as you felt him spit into your mouth, mixing with the drips of cum his fingers left behind. Humming lowly in satisfaction, Kento stood tall, manoeuvring your head and thrusting his full length down your throat with little warning.

Despite himself, Hiromi was hypnotised as Kento gripped you by the hair, ramming into you; Hiromi kept pace with Kento, matching his timing by slamming your hips down onto his. His eyes fixed on your mouth as you coughed and spluttered, cheeks covered with cum and saliva as you choked down wet gags, Kento barking orders at you as he slammed his cock repeatedly over your tongue and into your throat.

"Harder, Nanami," Hiromi ordered, blinded by lust as he felt your cunt clench around him, fluttering weakly as Hiromi slipped his hand between your legs, finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing rapid circles, lubricated by the slick of your cum.

You were overwhelmed, floppy and malleable as you embraced being used by Kento and Hiromi, covered in fluids, sticky and sweating, and you shivered weakly as Hiromi dragged you to another orgasm. You felt Hiromi ram you onto him once, twice and three more times until he came with a frantic shout, legs cramping underneath him as he felt his seed shoot through him like electricity, dripping out of you and soaking the patch of trimmed black hair at the base of his cock. Hiromi whined, his balls clenching painfully, watching as Kento finished in your mouth.

Kento pulled you to him, his knuckles deep in your hair as your nose hit his neat honey-coloured pubes, gulping as streams of his hot cum trickled down your throat, Kento growling his relief-- "good girl-- good girl-- swallow now"-- as you drank him down.

Kento let go of your hair and you pulled back, gasping and coughing, his cock still rigid, sat wetly on your cheek as Kento rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck from side to side, still tense. Hiromi was wrecked, burning with need, but crippled and paralysed with a bone-deep exhaustion as he straightened his legs under you, his cock still rigid and throbbing inside you as he came down from his orgasm.

"Not-- not enough--" Kento rumbled, still desperate, devastated by the lack of relief.

"Enough, Nanami," Hiromi gasped, "She needs a--"

"'She' can handle it," you interrupted, nose to nose with Hiromi as he looked into you, glassy-eyed and worried. He nodded slowly. Kento rumbled his approval, pressing you forwards by the back of the neck until Hiromi was laid on his back on the floor, cock still inside you, and you laid down belly first on him.

Without hesitating, Kento mounted you from behind, his mouth ghosting against your ear as he bit it, relishing your squeaks as you pressed your cheek into Hiromi's chest. Lining up his cock with where Hiromi was already seated deep inside you, Kento pressed his cock into you.

You saw stars as your pussy was stretched more than it ever had been, clawing wildly at Hiromi's chest as Kento bottomed-out; Hiromi shivered with delight at the impossible tightness and slickness of you, his groans cracking as Kento's cock slid against his with every thrust. Higuruma lay unmoving at first, colours popping in his eyes, before digging his fingers into the plushness of your hips, and thrusting into you in tandem with Kento.

You were ruined, completely prone on Hiromi as you felt Hiromi and Kento's lengths bully in and out of you, your thighs shaking with urgency as your clit was shunted against Hiromi's pubic bone every time Kento rammed into you. Hearing Kento's groans, broken and velvety behind you, had you tipping over the edge, your arousal spurting out around Kento and Hiromi, your cries and whimpers echoing weakly around the little chamber.

Kento felt fire burst through his hips, back and belly as he came for a final time, barely able to keep himself from collapsing on top of you as he felt himself weaken, Hiromi's cock twitching against his as Hiromi shuddered, sandy gasps leaving his throat as his seed mixed with Kento's inside you.

Hiromi reached around you, rolling you all sideways so Kento could collapse onto the floor. You lay together, stunned, sticky and panting. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and desire. Kento chuckled, low and shaking, as you nuzzled into Hiromi, planting tender kisses on his jaw.

"Alright," he rumbled, reluctant, "so she's your girl. But I still owe her dinner."

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Hiromi and Kento at the end of this:

The reader:

This took me two large glasses of wine to write.

[pseudowho]

HI HAITCH! i have just come from reading the debellatio fic with nanami and higuruma in it, so I’m super excited right now!! Would you ever write another one with both nanami and higuruma in it?

Btw i’ve been binging your fics these past few days, they’re just sooooo addictive, and it’s always a treat when you update!!

Funnily enough, I have a current WIP about the reader tracking down Curse!Higuruma and Curse!Nanami, to convince them to allow her to join them.

It's depraved...and sexy.

Keep an eye out for The Power of Three, coming soon.

It's being written...gradually.

-- Haitch xxx

[pseudowho]

Heeeey. Would it be okay with you if I story boarded the corridor scene from Debellatio? (Kind of asking forgiveness and permission since I already started absent mindedly sketching it 😅)

If not I totally understand!

Oh my god yes YES

I've been desperate for someone to do artwork of my fics 😫😫

I'm so excited, it looks beautiful.

-- Haitch xxx

[kewltie]

Donghae stare at the double doors with a growing sense of trepidation. It’s the only thing that stands between Donghae’s fraying nerve and Hyukjae’s palpable disappointment that can be felt all the way through the wooden barriers. Only that man can wield disappointment like a sharpen sword where a single stroke of his tongue can leave Donghae bleeding on the floor.

He only has been standing on this side of the doors for a couple of minutes but for those few minutes had stretched out like an eternity in the face of gnawing chasm Donghae that is afraid to bridge on the other side.

He sucks in a deep breath and lets out a long exhale before knocking pointedly on the door once, twice, and then a third time for good measure. He waits with sweaty palms tucked to his side and the response comes a beat too soon for Donghae’s anxiety-ridden heart to be mentally prepared. “Come in,” the voice in the room calls out.

“You wanted to talk to me?” Donghae asks hesitantly, one foot in the room and the other still outside, clinging to any last visage of hope he can muster.

Hyukjae lifts up his head from his paperwork and raises a brow at the spectacle Donghae must have made with only half of his body peeking into the room while the other still hugging the door, before crooking a finger for Donghae to come forward.

Donghae gulps as he steps further in and shuts the door behind him, feeling as though he had closed his last and only possible escape. He gets a few feet in and stops. Though there are a set of sofas in front of him he doesn’t sit down; Hyukjae didn’t say tell him so, so he stands there awkwardly with his hands behind his back and tries to meet his gaze.

Hyukjae pushes himself away from the desk, hands fold over his waist and one leg cross over the other as he closely scrutinizes Donghae. Enthroned by the large office chair and crowned by the power Donghae had given over to him, Hyukjae is a king in this space and Donghae’s the willful subject.

“Does any of this look familiar to you,” Hyukjae asks, tilting his head toward a potted plant placed on a coffee table in front of him. The stems are drooping over the pot, spilling onto the table and the leaves have gone dark and brown, and even the flowers on it look pitiful enough to make him wince in guilt. The plant hangs on to the edge of life like it couldn’t completely decide if it really wants to cross over or not.

Donghae gulps, his hands twisting anxiously in the back. “It’s mine. It’s the peace lily that you had entrusted into my care several months ago.”

“So you do recognize it,” Hyukjae hums, though there’s nothing light about the tone of his voice or the words he’s directing at Donghae. “Then care to explain why does it look like this now?”

[kewltie]

so originally my plan was to wrapped up march with one last scene of db from (eloquently titled) ch. X which i think may follow after ch 4 if it ever get done at all ///o\\\. actually i wasn’t even sure i was going to finish the month with db BC I WAS RUNNING OUT OF MOTIVATION and tho my inspiration were many at this point IF I HAVE TO WRITE ONE MORE FUCKING LINE ABOUT KNEELING AND COLLARING AND THOSE DAMN ANKLETS (which are actually fucking nice tbh) I WILL A;SJF;AJSDF;DA. 

anyway, my point was that ch. x lit CAME FROM NOWHERE!!!! while i was at work doing tedious things and woah this line came out of nowhere: 

“Tell me what I should do with you then,” Hyukjae says, and it isn’t so much as a request as it is a thinly disguise command.

and it OWNS ME!!!!!!!!! i ended up creating an entire scene around it which eventually developed into an arc WHICH IS NOW CALL PLANT ARC LOLZ. remember that donghae got a stress garden earlier in one of the ch??? EVER WONDER WHAT LED TO THAT?? well this arc sort of a gateway to it bc like hyukjae is going to trust donghae with ACTUAL LIVE PLANTS until he learn to take care of a small and SUPER EASY TO care for houseplant which LEAD to donghae fucking up bc ya know it still early on in their relationship and donghae still doesn’t know what boundaries he can and can’t cross so he’s kinda just feeling it out so mistakes are kind of expected... it’s how hyukjae deal with it that matter the most. 

i really REAAAAAAAAAAAALLY wanted to finish db before i move on to april but i got super stuck bc i couldn’t get locked down on their dialogue/exchange. i wasn’t sure what the take away from the confrontation in the office would be and how hyukjae would approach donghae’s mistake. DOES HE PUNISH DONGHAE?? AND IF SO, SEVERELY OR LENIENTLY?? bc whatever he chose to do donghae would respond accordingly and reflect on their relationship in the future so it’s really REALLY HARD TO BALANCE that. but then I realize i had the answer right in front of me all along, he fucking made donghae choose how he’s going to be dealt with and i was checkmated bc fuck that’s brilliant db!hyukjae. WELL PLAY, MAN. WELL PLAY. 

anyway that’s a... spoiler. uh you welcome and sorry????? Im just saying it now bc idk if im able to even finish this entire scene this month bc i got other things to do but if i get it done i think it’s one of the more exciting scenes... though my idea of exciting is really warped so take it what you will :P!!!!!!

[kewltie]

SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMS. 

i just did the overall wordcounts for chapter 4 of db and we are currently sitting at 8k. FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK. there are at least 10 scenes left i still need to write and the rest are either almost done and need to be edit or half way done and im just like omgomgomg sobs ill never finish this arghhhhhhhhhhhh.

anyway, i have to wake up early tmr for a morning shift but blindfold... im thinking of blindfold. IM NOT READY FOR IT YET OMG but... maybe just maybe. WE’LL SEE!!!

Donghae stumbles as the blindfold come off, legs faltering against the shift of total darkness to light washing over him once again, but Hyukjae catches him before his knees hit the ground. “I got you,” Hyukjae says, quiet but a grounding force in the face of Donghae’s disorientating panic. 

“You do,” Donghae echoes, and relieve sink into his bones.  

“Ten minutes,” Hyukjae says, pressing a kiss against Donghae’s forehead. “You did great, sweetheart. I know it was hard but I’m so proud of you for trying.”

[kewltie]

“Now come on, give us a little smile, sweetheart,” Mouse coaxes, his titular mouse mask twitches as Donghae catches sight of him amongst the crowd.

Donghae stops his prowling and inches closer to the edge of the podium where Mouse is. He drop his tense shoulders, lower his eyes till he’s not seeing over the vast crowd forming around his podium, dip his lashes coyly at Mouse, and the corner of his lip tug upward as Mouse stumbles closer to the podium, spellbound.

And that’s when Donghae moves in for the kill — he flashes his teeth, drops his lower jaw, and then snaps it back with a loud guttural snarl that sends Mouse reeling back in surprised, nearly tripping over his legs and then Donghae finally smiles, a little too sharp, a little too mean, and every bit purposeful as he gaze down at his prey.

The crowd around him once again titters in amusement at the raucous caused by Donghae. It’s not the first time tonight someone stupidly tried to test Donghae’s temper, as though they didn’t know any better and that Donghae’s notorious reputation is just for show but they all learned quickly how true to life Donghae is.

“I don’t think he like that at all,” Mouse’s companion comments next to him, a lady wearing a scarlet feather mask. She looks over at Donghae carefully and wisely didn’t make any movement to interfere.

Mouse quickly picks himself up and hides his embarrassment behind a layer of cool disinterest as though that can save his face now.  “Well, then,” he says, lips pursing in displeasure, “he’ll have a hard time finding clients willing to buy him with such crass attitude.”

Donghae roll his eyes and continues to stroll his territory, a small four feet wide rounded podium. He still has half an hour left before this exhibition of the lots for the tonight auction draws to close and they can move on to the showcase portion, but it couldn’t go faster enough for Donghae. The exhibition always been the most boring part of the auction, even when Donghae wasn’t a willing participant of it. It’s all the theatrical nature of it — each lot being put on a podium as the guests hums, oohs, and ahs over each one while Donghae and the rest tries to drum up their price for the final auction later by showing their best features and qualities.

Though, admittedly, Donghae hasn’t been doing a very good job of it.

Suddenly, Donghae feels the brush a touch against the back of his thigh as make his way cross the other side of the podium and he spin on his heels, eyes flashing as he grabs the wandering hand. “The rule clearly states: you may look but don’t touch, and never without explicit permission. So please kindly remove your hand before I remove it for you,” he says, twisting the man’s arm further for good measure.

“S-sorry,” The man in black domino mask says, face heated and in pained. He drops his hand back in haste, not even daring to look at Donghae and quickly steps back into the crowd before it absorbs him completely.

Donghae cross his arms and huffs, annoyance prickling at the back of his head. This isn’t an unusual case and most of the lot here often let the guests get away with it because it’s mostly harmless touches—a shoulder pat, an arm grab, or a thigh touch—meant to elicit a response but Donghae has been brimming for a confrontation since he had stepped foot on his podium, forced to strut on stage like a prized peacock on display, and where every bit of his patience has been taxed.

Donghae looks out at the crowd once more, arms folded across his chest in challenge, but the crowd now had taken further step back, giving Donghae a wide berth as though they now know they’re in front of a dangerous caged animal and it’s not going to be merciful.

Donghae sighs, putting this exhibition as a lost and knows he going to have make up points at the showcase if he’s going to attract any buyers at all, but even as he bitterly muses over his measly aspect, there’s a lone figure still there.

Wearing a white rabbit mask, the man stands in front of Donghae’s podium with a hint of smile on his face that’s gone too fast for Donghae to not believe that he didn’t imagine it.

“What,” Donghae demands, bristling up for another fight.

The corner of White Rabbit’s lips twitch. “Will you bite me if I come any closer?” he muses.

Donghae levels the man with a speculative look before baring his teeth once more. “I guess we’ll have to see then.”

Without a single drop of hesitation, White Rabbit steps closer in till he’s bracing against the edge of the podium.  “May I?” he asks, stretching a hand toward Donghae.

Donghae blinks. Perhaps it’s the sudden request that threw Donghae off or the fact that Donghae been standing under these heated spot lights for the last two hours, or maybe Donghae had lost his mind completely but he stupidly takes White Rabbit’s hand without any snarking remark or even slapping it away.

White Rabbit wraps his fingers around Donghae’s, his grip is gentle but firm as it holds Donghae down. “Thank you for retracting your claws, I’m sure it would have hurt otherwise,” he says softly and Donghae flushes as he yanks it back.

“I can still make it hurt,” he snaps, holding the hand that White Rabbit’s touch to his chest protectively.

“I’m sure,” White Rabbits responds, laughter alight in his voice.

[kewltie]

omg, i don't think i will survive that show of donghae omg but bring it on, i won't regret anything, it will be the bestest death possible, ugh little fu*ker, he just took a knife and a ribbon and he is so so confident i just love it so much, show them donghae, SHOW THEM WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF argh asdfkldşsdlsfskl can't wait, thank you for writing, and hi this is debellatio anon

hi, again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tbh db!donghae often swings from ‘i fucking own the earth that i walk on’ to ‘fuck fuck just walk on me bc i deserve to be trampled on’, which is pretty relateable lbr. he normally has a ton of insecurities and self esteem issues established by years being taught that he’s can never be good enough by his old master but he’s also terrible at being cornered and being put on the spot which mean he lash back like trapped animal. the more you put pressure on him the more likely he’s going to explode and that’s what make him so difficult and a handful bc you don’t know what he’ll do and it take a v v v v v patient and firm hand to control him ha ;D. 

anyway, YES IM HYPE FOR THE WHATEVER MAY COME BC I HAVE IDEAS AND IM V V V EXCITED TO EXECUTED!!! thanks again, lovely anon!!!

[kewltie]

HELLO MY LOVELIES, here have a teaser that (should) be up for thanksgiving: 

Donghae narrow his eyes suspiciously. “What is this?” he asks, gesturing to the plates of food in front of him and the lack of utensils available for them.

Hyukjae smiles, eyes bright with mischief.  “Your lunch.”

“Then where are the spoons and chopsticks?” he demands, his forefinger tapping on the dining room table in annoyance. Donghae’s defense and suspicion had been up since it was announced that Hyukjae was going to join him for lunch and the feeling of paranoia hasn’t left him ever since.

Lee Hyukjae doesn’t just do lunch date, let alone on a Tuesday. There must be something to this.

“Here,” Hyukjae says, moving back slightly to reveal a pair of chopstick and a spoon place next to his plate.

Donghae reaches over to grab them but Hyukjae grabs hold of his hand and pushes it away. “Nope,” Hyukjae says, the word firm and as resounding as any ‘no’ that Donghae had ever heard coming from Hyukjae’s mouth. “ These aren’t meant for you. ”

Donghae glowers, retracting his hand back onto his lap like a chasten child. “How am I supposed to eat then?” he snaps, hunger make him cranky even as he make no attempt to grab the available utensils again. “With my bare hands?!”

Hyukjae grins, teeth peeking through in a smile that’s downright dirty, as he pick up a piece of galbi in front of them with his chopstick and lifts it toward Donghae’s mouth pointedly.

Donghae eyes widen in horror as a flush of indignant heat stain his cheeks in realization of what Hyukjae had intended for this particular lunch date.

[kewltie]

contains: slight foodplay, light d/s 

Donghae narrow his eyes in suspicion. “What is this?” he asks, gesturing to the plates of food in front of him and the lack of utensils available for them.

Hyukjae smiles, eyes bright with mischief.  “Your lunch.”

“Then where are the spoon and chopsticks?” he demands, his forefinger tapping on the dinning room table impatiently. Donghae’s defense and general suspicion has been up since it was announced early this morning that Hyukjae was going to join him for lunch and the feeling of paranoia hasn’t left him ever since.

Lee Hyukjae doesn’t just do lunch date, let alone on a Tuesday. There must be something to this.

“Here,” Hyukjae says, moving arm that was resting on the table to reveal a pair of chopstick and a spoon place next to his plate.

Donghae reaches over to grab them but Hyukjae takes hold of his hand and pushes it away. “Nope,” Hyukjae says, the word is firm and as resounding as any ‘no’ that Donghae had ever heard coming from Hyukjae’s mouth. “ These aren’t meant for you. ”

Donghae glowers, retracting his hand back to his lap like a chasten child. “How am I suppose to eat then?” he snaps, hunger making him cranky even as he make no attempt to grab the available utensils again. There are lessons that bare no repeating. “With my bare hands?!”

Hyukjae grins, teeth peeking through in a smile that’s downright dirty and not the slightest bit attractive Donghae assures himself, as he pick up a piece of galbi in front of them with his chopstick and lifts it toward the direction of Donghae’s mouth pointedly.

Donghae eyes widen as a flush of indignant heat stain his cheeks in realization of what Hyukjae had intended for this particular lunch date. “I’m not a child, I don’t need to be spoon fed,” he argues.

“I didn’t say you were,” Hyukjae says, the corner of lips twitch as he places the galbi back to its plate and the chopstick down on his small rice bowl. “The only utensils that are available are these and they’re mine.” He flashes Donghae a meaningful grin and Donghae doesn’t have to guess to know where this is heading. “I’m not letting you use them, so you either eat your food today by my hand or—”

“Or what, you’re going to starve me?” Donghae says dryly, rolling his eyes.  

Hyukjae gives Donghae an unimpressed look. “Or,” he continues undeterred, his brow lifting up in challenge, “as you had brought up earlier, you can eat with your bare hands.”

“What,” Donghae says, jumping out of his chair in outrage. “What?!”

Hyukjae shakes his head. “Sit down, Donghae, please,” he says, and the please shouldn’t as foreboding as it does to Donghae’s ears. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself twice.”

Donghae glares at Hyukjae with enough force to put hole through him as slowly drops back down to his seat.

Hyukjae extends his hand out toward the table and gesture to the first dish on it, a plate of marinated grilled rib with sesame seeds. “The galbi is warm but not too hot so you can grab it with your hands without burning yourself.” Then, his hand moves toward a bowl of milky white soup with bones in it. “The ox bone soup is light enough you can drink it from the rim and when you finished, you can eat the ox bones from the bowl.” Finally, his hands wave over the large bowl of white rice situated in the middle of the rest of the other dishes. “I can scoop a share of rice  and place it in your bowl. And if you are feeling shy about it, know that it is common in other parts of your world to eat rice with your hands so you don’t have to feel so alone in that endeavor.”

“So if you so choose to, you can eat all your meals with your hands. It’s all possible and easy to do,” he continues, building his defense up brick by brick till there’s an insurmountable wall in front of Donghae like they are at court and Donghae is the one on trial. “But if it’s all too much for you, I can feed you instead.”

Donghae flicks his gaze toward the table of food and feels annoyance pricking at the back of his head. This would explain why today’s lunch isn’t a full set of meals with plenty of side dishes and preparation done like he is used to see from the kitchen staff. It’s simple and a little too plain, and that alone should have triggered some alarm in Donghae’s head since he had first lay eyes on the table.

Donghae snorts derisively. “You really have thought this one out,” he points out, having caught onto Hyukjae’s masterful deception. Donghae hasn’t been with Hyukjae that long but long enough to know that Hyukjae is annoyingly good at placing what like options down in front of people and letting think they have a choice when they don’t know whatever they chose Hyukjae had already decided for them.

It’s absolutely maddening and beyond frustrating.

“Did I?” Hyukjae hums, amusement alight in his voice.

The manipulative sly bastard, Donghae curses Hyukjae out in his head.

Donghae looks at the table once more and then back toward Hyukjae’s content face and knows he’s cornered. He sighs and consider his ‘options’, which aren’t much really when he doesn’t know which is more humiliating, eating out of his own hands like some ill-manner brute or letting Hyukjae spoon feed like a helpless child. Normally, his pride wouldn’t let him give in to Hyukjae, not when any sort of defeat feels like admittance of weakness and lack of foresight on his part but the idea of letting his pride get the better of him and sinking to a level that he rather not debase himself with.

He close his eyes and reluctantly opens his mouth in answer.

“Good?” he hears Hyukjae ask as he feels a press of meat pass his lips.

Donghae chews and swallows down a mouthful of juicy marinated beef. On the bright side of this terrible one sided mind game with Hyukjae, the food is actually good, terrifyingly so as though it’s mean to lower his sense of security.

He opens his eyes and nods, staring at Hyukjae’s amused smile.

“More?” Hyukjae asks.

Donghae nods again, leaning in closer for another bite but Hyukjae suddenly pulls back. “No,” he says firmly, and there’s a teasing glint in his eyes. “Your answer, I want to hear you say it this time.”

Donghae frowns and drops his gaze, looking at down at his lap in reprieve as shame coils deeply in his stomach and his heart bangs loudly against his rib cage. The words formulate itself in his head and his lips part but nothing come out. He tries again and the words died on his tongue before it can escape. Donghae sucks in deep breath—in and out, in and out—and gather up all his strength and glass courage then he looks up, a red hot wave of shame and anticipation coursing through him. “Please, sir,” he says, quick and half a beat from shyness. “May I have more?”

Hyukjae smile only grows and he looks please as he spoon feeds Donghae another piece of galbi, this one larger than the last.

“One day I won’t have to coax these words out from you, but it’ll fall from your lips thoughtlessly and unbidden as you breathe,” Hyukjae says casually, as though as it was an afterthought, not meant to be heard or taken seriously, but somehow it sounds like a threat and a promise all at once.

Donghae swallows around the galbi in his mouth, his heart racing in rabid succession.

“So messy,” Hyukaje murmurs suddenly. “Here.” He leans in, face pressing closer till Donghae’s a breath away from him. His thumb swiping the BBQ sauce off the corner of Donghae’s lips and Donghae freezes at the contact as though his body couldn’t decide what to react to first, Hyukjae closing in on him or the fact that Hyukjae’s had just touch him so casually as though Donghae’s personal boundary crumble before him.

The place where Hyukjae touched tingles and Donghae couldn’t even spare a thought to process that when Hyukjae stares down at his thumb stained by the residue of Donghae’s messy eating before drawing it back toward his own lips. Donghae doesn’t even think as he makes a grab for the thumb and pops it in his mouth instead, as though that was the better option, tongue carefully licking all the traces of the sauce from Hyukjae’s flesh before depositing Hyukjae’s thumb with last tentative lick of sweet and salt mixture of skin and BBQ sauce.

He looks up just in time to catch the look of surprised and something dark and intentful on Hyukjae’s face before he immediately schools away to cool indifference.

Donghae takes a second to gloat at having the upper hand on Hyukjae for once but it was at his own humiliating expense when the realization of what he had done instead hits him hard. He may have won this battle but he had already lost the war. “That wasn’t, I—” he flushes, shaking his head. “I didn’t think that one through,” he admits with great hesitant and defeat notes in his voice.

Hyukjae smirks, the hand retreating back to his side. “Clearly.”

Donghae wants to crawl under the dinning table and die, let them bury his body here because Donghae is the King of Self-Sabotage. Hyukjae doesn’t even need to harness his weapon of sly words and carefully manipulation when Donghae is just so good at throwing himself onto Hyukjae’s sword.  

“Perhaps, we’ll try with just my hand next time we have lunch,” Hyukjae muses and at the complete horror stricken expression on Donghae’s face, he smiles, “but maybe not that soon in the future. You’ll need to time to recover from this I believe.”

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“You may have two,” Hyukjae says. 

Donghae looks up at Hyukjae, eyes widening. “Two?!” he cries out indignantly. 

Hyukjae’s quirks up a brow. “Two,” he affirms, cruelly unmoved by Donghae’s outrage and suffering. 

Donghae winces, chasten. “Two,” he agrees with heavy reluctant. 

He extend his  hands out toward Hyukjae, considering his options before settling on his target. He fiddles with the uppermost top button of Hyukjae’s open dress shirt for a moment, fingers tracing silver lined buttons, before he gives it his devoted attention. 

The flashes of Hyukjae’s bare skin out of the corner of his eyes and the heat of Hyukjae’s body colling around him are normally incredibly distracting factors for Donghae, but none of that enter his head as he focus on his task. His fingers deftly button up the first one easily enough and he moves on to the next. That one also quickly follows suit but his fingers linger at the second button for a second more before he lowers his hand to third one. His thumb pad teases at it as he considers giving into temptation and button it up anyway and that’s when Hyukjae’s grip catches his hand before Donghae commits his effort to it. 

“No,” he says firmly and Donghae lets out a pained sigh as Hyukjae’s release his hold on Donghae. 

Donghae steps back in shame. Lowering his head, he stares at the floor as though it can save him. He’d almost broken the rule that Hyukjae’s had lay down for him because he simply couldn’t control himself. Give Donghae an inch and he’ll take a mile.

He waits quietly for Hyukjae’s to finish buttoning up his dress shirt so he can dole a punishment or, worst, a lecture on restraint and self control which Donghae sorely lacks. 

He hear Hyukjae’s footstep closing in on him but doesn’t dare to look up and meet Hyukjae’s disappointed gaze. He feels a familiar hand cupping his chin and tries to resist it holds on him but it’s futile as Hyukjae’s lift it up and Donghae catches sight of the teasing glint in Hyukjae’s eyes . “I see that even two buttons are too much for you. I should discipline you for that near transgression but I have another idea in mind. Normally, one wouldn’t award someone for their bad behavior but this has never been normal and you always been uniquely you.” The corners of Hyukjae’s lip tug upward. “I have something else for you in mind instead. If you get a ninety percent or higher on your upcoming statistic midterm I might consider letting this offense go and perhaps even let you do the rest of the buttons next time,” he offers kindly and more then a little mean, knowing that Donghae is barely scrapping by a C in that class. 

“Oh,” Donghae says, fully aware that’s he being baited and bribed but he sinks his entire jaw around the hook anyway because Donghae always been equally part dumb and bullheaded, “then I won’t just have your dress shirt. I want your suit jacket and tie too.” It’s haughty and outrageous demand coming from him but Donghae who  has the honor of taking Hyukjae apart every day when he come home tired and weary from work, each layer of clothes on him carefully removed and put aside as Hyukjae let Donghae pawed at him so he can stop being Mister Lee, the fierce and uncompromising head of his organization, and everyone else’s and just be Donghae’s master, lord of his domain, and solely his. 

But it’s another thing to put Hyukjae together, help him get ready, piece by piece, putting his armor on before he goes out and face the entire world—that is a privilege Donghae desperately wants. 

The corner of Hyukjae’s lips rise even more. “Always so greedy, my dear,” he murmurs quietly leaning in and pressing a  kiss to the side of Donghae’s head. “But I expect nothing less from you.”

[kewltie]

contains: collar, slight choking 

Silver and gold bands line the wall, leather on lace, d-rings and bells, buckles and precious stones scattered throughout. The collars on display at Wicked Delights are pretty, ornate, and delicate—none of which would aptly describe Donghae at all.

They’re too tasteful for someone like him. These are meant for the most precious subs, the treasured ones, the ones that are well behaved and good.

Donghae is none of these. He hasn’t been one in a long time, but one of his hands is already tracing the curve of a silver thin band in front of him, looking as fragile as glass, and he fights back a biting shiver.  

His other hand instinctively reaches toward his own neck, his fingers trailing across the bare skin as though stroking memories of the past, the collar that had adorned there and the him that once belonged to someone. But Donghae's neck had been naked for so long that he doesn't know if it's can bear the weight of a collar anymore, let alone Hyukjae's.

Once upon a time Donghae was someone’s. He could be again if he let it but the thought of carrying the heavy burdensome expectations of a collar again makes his stomach turn and he hastily drops both of his hands as though burn by the idea of it.

What once had given him a sense of belonging soon became something suffocating, restricting, and binding till he couldn’t breath without wanting to explode from the pretense of it all. The day Donghae had cut off his own collar and thrown it at his master’s feet, he knew he won’t ever look at a collar without thinking how he’ll never be good enough for it because Donghae couldn’t get on his knees without the quaking, without the nagging thought that this doesn’t feel right to him.

Since then it has been years since Donghae had been close to a collar, few would even think of offering collar to a unruly sub like him, but Donghae doesn’t think he miss it at all.

Now though it’s different story, Donghae doesn’t much of a choice on the matter. Hyukjae hadn’t said anything specifically about collars to him and Donghae doesn’t know Hyukjae well enough to even have an idea on how he feel about that either, but he can pretend. He can fool Hyukjae. He can’t be good but he can play it up as long as Hyukjae doesn’t figure it out first.

Donghae’s anxious musing is broken by the foot steps behind him but he doesn’t have too look to know who it is. “How long?” Hyukjae asks, standing beside him now.

Donghae shrugs. “It’s been a while,” he answers, dismissively. He thinks there’s no one as unfitting of a collar than him. “Long enough that I think I forgot that it’s like to wear one.”

His eyes go wide for a moment and he quickly snaps his jaw shut. That slip of a confession wasn’t intended at all but it’s too late to take it back now as Hyukjae turns his body toward him and Donghae can’t break the gaze as their eyes meet.

Hyukjae’s eyes are dark and near indecipherable, as though it could cut right through him and pierce Donghae’s soul. He extends an arm out and Donghae’s stomach crawls as he sees it intended destination. Hyukjae’s hand wraps around Donghae’s throat and Donghae breath hitches, knees locked in place and shoulders tense up, as Hyukjae gives it a squeeze.

Donghae can feel the pressure of Hyukjae’s grip on him, the constriction of his throat and how with each swallow his trachea pushes up against the palm of Hyukjae’s hand. His grip on Donghae is firm enough that Donghae has to fight to get each breath through but light enough that Donghae can break it any moment with a step back.

But even with his heart pounding against his ribcage, that Donghae is so sure Hyukjae could hear it, and the rising panic that make him hot and heavy he remains still as his entire world is narrow down and all he see and feel is the the hand around his neck, the warmth of Hyukjae’s skin on him, and the force of Hyukjae grounding him in place. 

He counts each breath, slow and steady till it even out and everything is a dull hum in the back of his mind and he finally relaxes into Hyukjae’s grip, melting into his touch.

And then without a single word, Hyukjae lets him go and steps back.

Donghae nearly drops down on his knees as though Hyukjae had cut the strings holding him up. The pulsating beat of his heart still ring in his ears, the hot flush rises to his cheek and his breath is shallow and stagnant and Donghae feels like he’s lost at sea searching for an anchor to hold him down once again.

“Do you remember it now?” Hyukjae asks quietly, voice colored by something hard and too confusing for Donghae to figure out right now.

Donghae thinks of Hyukjae’s hand, the impression of his fingers digging into his flesh, the inescapable feeling of being locked in and held down and that’s when the realization hits him like a wave crushing down on him.

He was wrong, he was so wrong. The erratic jump in his pulse, the hot flushed of what he had mistakenly thought as shamed, and the way he finally yield to Hyukjae in the end. It wasn’t fear, it was longing, it was comfort in security.

[kewltie]

i have some thoughts on this but im not sure WHAT so bare with me while im working it out. 

so i didn’t planned on updating any db related stuff until someone kindly reminded me about it and it plagued ME FOR DAYS AFTERWARD. but even when i have the motivation for it i was busy with an essay for my class and i had ONE SINGLE LINE THAT STARTED IT ALL. i wasn’t sure how it was going to go?? i mean i knew vaguely the direction i intended but look I NEVER IMAGINE THE (SLIGHT) CHOKING HAPPENING and it kind of rolled from there. 

first i was sitting on this line for days: “Donghae’s neck had been naked for so long that he doesn’t know if it’s can bear the weight of a collar anymore, let alone Hyukjae’s.” It’s the first line i wrote for it and actually the only line i wrote for it until today. but i had a few days to stew over the idea how im going to write a scene around that line and I ALSO HAD AN ESSAY DUE V V SOON. so somehow when i was working and pondering how im going to make this scene work with this line and WHAT IT’S SUPPOSE TO MEAN, i had this image of hyukjae’s hand on donghae’s neck while i was workig and i reaaaaaaaaaaally really want it in the scene. i just couldn’t get how that’s supposed to happen.

i sat on that image and that line for a couple of days until i managed to a couple of hrs free just before work today (on the same day my essay was due, ON THE SAME DAY I WOKE UP AT 5AM TO FINISHED IT AS;DJFA;SD). my main issue was how im going to make choking into something that isn’t 1) creepy and 2) threatening and how that ultimately relate back to the scene. i only have like a couple hours to finish this so i had to work fast but do it carefully and thoughtfully bc db deserve a lot of attention and care. 

my main concern was like how does donghae feel about collars and i was like lmao u know donghae wont like the collars and then i was like hmmm BUT DO U ACTUALLY KNOW HE DOESN’T LIKE IT and i was like oh. so here’s the thing donghae’s self esteem is tied up in his identity as a sub and he view himself as a bad sub bc he’s rebellious, headstrong, and will constantly test your patience and nobody can put up with him but those are the walls up he put up bc sometimes you build walls not to keep ppl out but to see how care enough to break it. so yea donghae is a bad sub in his eyes therefore he’s a no good person so he can’t have a collar. a collar is not a restrain is it a gift is many way and a promise in another, it’s a symbol of the strong bond between a dom and a sub. 

so donghae has a.... strong and conflicting feelings about collars bc collars give him a sense of security and belonging but bc he’s not a good sub by other definition and his own very few would dare think to collar him so he come to resent it. bc sometimes when you love something a lot but you can’t have it u come to resent it and what it means to you. collar are for good subs, donghae is not a good sub so nobody want to collar him, and if nobody want to collar him then donghae doesn’t NEED THE COLLAR bc all it is a symbol of what donghae can’t be, it restrict his true self and build up this fake image of this good sub that donghae CAN’T EVER BE so he hates it. he tell himself he doesn’t need but dee inside he knows that it’s something he craved so badly. it’s very much like donghae fascination of cages bc the confined of cages and collars offer donghae security and how you only locked/leashed your most prize possession and that when donghae is away from hyukjae the collar is a reminded that hyukjae is always there for him and that he belongs to hyukjae. 

ok so we know donghae secretly loves the collar but unwilling to accept it but how to i wrestled with hyukjae choking donghae... like what’s the purpose of that and then it hit me since donghae hadn’t wore a collar in a long time, he would totally deny BEING INTEREST IN IT and hyukjae will know donghae is lying and hyukjae is a man of action so he grabs donghae’s neck an intimation of a collar. at first donghae panic and thinks it’s some test. while it seems scary and there’s no communication between them, hyukjae gave donghae a way out bc hyukjae will always give donghae an escape route. he can step back from hyukjae’s touch and escape anytime, he can put an end to it if he wanted but as you know donghae’s stubborn lmao and HYUKJAE COUNT ON IT BC HE’S V V V GOOD AT READING CUES OFF DONGHAE’S BODY LANGUAGE. he knows donghae is anxious but still rise to the bite bc he just wont quit so he pushes and continues doing so until donghae finally caves and lean into the touch and all that fear and anxiety he had??? OOPS IT WASN’T FEAR OR ANXIETY AT ALL IT SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY AND THAT IS MUCH SCARIER BUT NOW HYUKJAE HAS HIM IN THE PALM OF HIS HANDS. HE PLAYED DONGHAE. he made donghae see what he fear was never fear in the first place but all those signs he was giving out was him succumbing to the thing he had been wanting all along. 

so when hyukjae say, “do you remember it now?” that fucking delivery sealed it for donghae, this is what he had been missing all along.