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paradisghoul · 19 hours ago

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No Grave Can Hold My Body Down / I'll Crawl Home To Her

Pairing | Remmick x Reader

Summary | He weaved in and out of your life like he was some stray animal, dragging gore and viscera not far behind. Here he was at your doorstep once again, a mess of blood and dirt for you to piece back together.

Word Count | 3.5k Warnings | Fluff, Non sexual nudity, Brief mentions of blood and non fatal injury, Remmick is VERY creature coded (growling, purring, etc), Remmick does not know how to emotion, Mention of medical equipment and bandages, Probably inaccurate use of said medical suppies A/N | This is my VERY first fic in several years and I'm very excited to get it out there. A big thanks is needed for the entire Remmick discord for bringing me into a community that inspires me to create once again. The biggest thanks to @bloodandbutts for being the best beta reader I could ask for and @flowersforjude for all the help with the heading and overall tumblr stuff. I couldn't have done any of this without you both <3

Now Playing: Work Song - Hozier

You were fixing yourself a small dinner in your quaint kitchen, the dim light of your oil lamp casting a warm glow throughout the room. The only thing breaking the focus of your quiet humming was several sharp knocks at your front door- knocks, that practically shook the foundation of your home, knocks that if you had neighbors, they’d probably think you were being robbed. With a sigh and a playful shake of your head, you set down the knife you had been using to cut up some scraps of meat. The metal gets placed onto your wooden cutting board with a dull thud.

You didn't even have to turn, you knew exactly who would be at the other side of the threshold. What you two had was just supposed to be a fling, one night of guiltless passion only for you to return as nameless strangers as soon as dawn broke. You stopped wondering why that man continued coming back; desperately pounding on your door as if he were a loose animal looking for a meal.

Reaching underneath your kitchen sink, you gather a small, but extensive, first aid kit filled to the brim with alcohol and gauze. Maybe the reason he kept coming back to you was because you didn’t mind the stench of viscera that clouded him. While you were no nurse, your mama did her part and volunteered during the Great War to care for injured soldiers, so you didn't blink twice at some cuts and blood every now and again. Knowing the drill, you set your kit down on the dining room table as you passed it- the pounding continued mercilessly.

The air was thick with the summer heat as you strolled to the door with no real sense of urgency. It was simple, if it was dire enough for him to be in any real danger he’d be shrieking bloody murder- But all there was were the knocks of a broken man, coming to you to put together the pieces.

As you open the door, you’re taken aback by the sight in front of you. He'd come back to you beaten, bruised and bloody sure, but he’d never been in this bad of shape before. It silently broke a little part of you. There stood Remmick, the man who had awkwardly strolled into your life-and you secretly didn't want him to leave. Looking at him, you weren’t sure where his blood began and some undetermined sources ended, both fluids muddling into a dark red splatter as it practically dripped off of him. His eye was swollen almost entirely shut, unable to see the swirls of red with a hint of blue that you had grown accustomed to getting lost in. Littered all over him were small burns and cuts seeping with thick, red blood. You blinked twice, unsure if your vision was deceiving you because you could almost swear his flesh was smoking. He swayed unsteadily on his feet as he borderline white knuckled your doorframe to keep himself up, a playful little smile gracing his bruised face.

“Hey darlin..” He talked with a faux suaveness you could hear bubbling up from his throat that made your eyes roll. He should know there's no need to do that anymore. You know exactly what he is, you don't care.

He’s what mothers warn their children about, the reason livestock end up butchered in the middle of the night, why parents tell their young to not play after the sun goes down, but not to you. To you he was a ravenous dog who doesn't know why he bites. He had no reason to fight with you anymore, you had shown a rare gentleness to a beast like him and he didn't know how to handle it.

“You gon’ let me in, or are you just gon’ let me burn out here?” His sarcasm bordered on a whine.

You sigh with a little playful tilt in your tone, taking a couple steps back from the entryway with your arms outstretched, hands waving him in.

“Come on in.” You say with a casualness rivaling the state of the bleeding man on your porch, as though you hadn’t just invited some wolf in sheep's clothing into your home.

His face visibly changed when your lips uttered the words he longed to hear. He had seemingly dropped whatever facade he was pretending to have. His first couple steps past your baseboard were heavy, boots thudding against the wooden floor. The man resembled a doe taking its first shaky and wobbly steps as he released his grip on the frame. Evidently, that flimsy piece of wood was the only thing keeping him standing in front of you. His knees buckled under him as soon as he let go. He tumbled clumsily into your open arms, his legs giving up on trying to keep him upright.

The man's skin was hot to the touch as you embraced him, sweltering to the point that it didn't even hold a candle to the worst flush of a fever. He allows you drag him into the dining room and heave him onto a chair at the end of the table. Your arms wrap around his waist, unconsciously rubbing his back in soothing circles and placing a chaste kiss on the mole that graced his flushed cheek.

You promise that you’ll only leave him in that lone chair for a moment as you do a quick lap around your home, drawing in all of the curtains to protect Remmick from the setting sun's cruel rays. As you carry your oil lamp over to the seated man, its light bathes him in a warm glow that borders on heavenly. He looked similar to an angel that had plummeted from Heaven and was broken by the sins of man.

The smell of antiseptic wafts through the air as you open a small bottle of alcohol. Your gentle fingers run through the hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, quietly shushing any little protests escaping from the man's mouth as you brush the strands back with a small smile. His one open eye scans down your face as he takes in every minute expression. He tracked your movement like you were a threat to him, his gaze darting rapidly between your hands up to the furrowedness of your brows as you tried to make the clean up quick. The gentleness in your grip rivaled everything he had known. Since he was young, he had known nothing except the brutality and violence that clung to every fiber of his being like it was woven into the strands of his DNA. But here? There was a foreign care put into every little touch- your warmth seeping into his skin as you cradled his face with a kind hand. You touched him as if he were made of porcelain, like he was something so beautiful that it deserved such a delicate hand.

With one hand keeping his chin still, your thumb absentmindedly stroked his cheek while the other hand dug through your box of medical supplies until you found exactly what you were looking for. The spooled gauze sprang to life as you dipped a small section into the awaiting alcohol, the fabric sagging under its sudden weight change. You take the soaked bandage and steady it in between your middle and forefinger. Clear liquid drips down into your hold like a river, burning the little cuts you didn't even know you had along the way.

The house around you settles into a strange, domestic silence - the kind of stillness that it wasn’t used to. You could hear the dripping of the faucet, the creaking of the old wood around you both, the shallow breaths quietly leaving Remmick’s lips. When you are by yourself, the silence originates from loneliness. There's no need to talk to someone that isn't there- the air felt heavier then, weighed down by things that could not be shared. Now, it was comfortable. There was an unspoken, peaceful quiet that came from the two of you. The only things filling the emptiness were the quiet hushes and apologies you whispered as you pressed the alcohol-soaked fabric into his cut skin, your lips pursed in focus.

As you dab his blood soaked skin, you feel him begin to try to pull away with a low, almost imperceptible growl. Your fingers squeeze into his cheeks to keep him still, shooting him with a glare as his lips pout from your grasp. It made you chuckle every time you had to do this. A creature as bonechilling as Remmick, something that could end your life in a heartbeat if he really wanted to, couldn’t handle the sting of a little alcohol. He would try to turn and squirm away in his seat like a child with a scraped knee. It was endearing.

He was lucky that all of his injuries were superficial, they all grazed his skin just enough to split open and reveal the dripping illusion of life. You did not feel like listening to his whines as you mended his skin as if he were a beloved, old quilt that was worn with age. Cleaning up the last of the blood on his face, the man practically melted into putty through your fingertips.

“I truly don’t know how you manage to get so filthy, Rem” A small smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you comb through the man's hair, his eyes closed in contentment. For once in his long life, he was more than fine not running his mouth and instead basking in the homely silence you two created. The only thing rippling through the waves of silence was your gentle, honey coated voice. It was like music to his ears.

You pat his cheek as you stand from your seat, brushing your hands on the dirty apron you wore. As your warm touch left his face, you could almost swear you felt him chase after it.

“We can't have you stayin’ in those clothes, I don’t need you draggin’ blood all through my house” The tone you scold him with edges on teasing, as if he were a dog tracking mud in from outside.

“You can stay here for the night, gotta get cleaned up first though.” You accentuate your words with a kiss against his temple as you stand above him, his skin much less warm from when you first dragged him in.

“I got some stuff you can change into, let me get the washtub in here, alright?” The silence hung heavy in the air, deafening. What you didn't tell him was that you got those clothes in town just for him. You kept a drawer of men's clothes as if this were home for him. No matter where he went, he always came crawling back for you to pick up the pieces with a loving hand. Almost imperceivably, a quiet hum in agreement escaped his lips. His hand grabbed yours quickly as you began to walk away, keeping you in that spot for a moment.

The man’s head lifts to look at you, his fingers still laced with yours. A foreign grin graces his features as he takes in the glow from your face, borderline angelic. With a deep sigh and roll of his shoulders, he gives your hand a light squeeze before releasing it.

“Don’ take too long now darlin’. May pass out from shock in ‘ere.” At his words, you roll your eyes, putting some water on the stove to boil before running outside to lug in the steel bath.

Emptying the last of the warm water in the basin, you grab Remmick up by his forearms. Your eyes look at him through your lash line as your hands hover over his bloodied shirt collar, silently asking the man for permission. Your roles for once were being reversed. After an uncharacteristically shy nod, your fingers work to undo the buttons running down his shirt. This was unusual for him. Here he was being stripped down without an ounce of sexuality swirling in the air. He was letting someone else tend to his injuries. Here, someone else cared for him and it felt good. Leaving him bare, you guide him down into the tub, watching as you see his shoulders relax at the comforting warmth of the water.

Pulling a chair up next to him, you cup water into your hands and allow it to run through his scalp to cascade down his shoulders. Your nails rake through Remmick’s hair as you work the soap into the blood sticking to the strands. Looking down at the man, it made you chuckle a bit seeing him crammed into the tub. He wasn't the tallest, sure, but something about a man who was all blood and teeth with his knees up to his chest as you washed his hair made you smile to yourself.

The water dripped down his back pink, taking all of the burdens of the night with it. You swear you could almost hear him purring as you shielded his eyes with your hand and rinsed the soap from his hair. With a rag in hand you begin to run it over his blood-soaked arms, breaking the silence with almost hesitant breath as your eyes tunnel into his flesh-refusing to meet his eyeline.

“Y’know.. you dont gotta keep this up all, this leaving for a month and then coming back half dead.” You say cautiously, a hair above a whisper.

“You’re welcome to stay here, we can figure some things out. I hate you bein’ gone so long ‘n leavin’ without a word, it makes me worry” You confess, rubbing gentle circles into his flesh as you wash his sins away.

There's a beat of silence as your words hang in the air. It is probably the longest few seconds of your life. Finally, Remmick let out a subtle, shaky breath, his hand coming up and stopping yours from doing death spirals in his arm.

“Don’ want you gettin caught up ‘n all this stuff baby.” He uttered in a way that seemed almost caring.

“I do mean shit darlin’. What I do when I leave..it’s brutal and it’s bloody. It's what townsfolk create stories about ‘n tell their grandkids. Ion need you gettin’ caught in the middle of all that” He speaks with a finality that heats the blood in your veins.

“ ‘n I don't need you makin’ decisions for me” You combat, surprising the man who sits beneath you.

“You think I don’t know what you are? What you do? I ain’t stupid Rem. I don’t care about all that shit!” You take a deep breath in, you didn’t even notice your hand shaking in his grasp. You raise your eyes to meet with his and you’re shocked to see what's there. There he sat, his surprised eyes rivaling saucers in their width. You could finally see the glimmering red that danced in his iris’, and they were looking you up and down, like if he wasn’t holding onto you he wouldn’t have believed you were in front of him.

“I ain’t some naive kid, Remmick. I wait up every night prayin’ you'll come back to me safe. Just stay here with me and I swear to you you’ll always have a place to call home” You didn’t mean for that last sentence to sound so desperate, but it was true.

The constant worrying, it created a pool of nausea and bile that would creep up your throat the more you sat at your dining table late at night wondering if it was going to be the last time you saw him alive. You just couldn’t stomach it anymore. You didn’t even realize hot tears were falling down your cheeks until the man's wet hand came up and brushed them away, holding your face. Your chest shook as you took in a deep breath, the action would’ve been endearing if his hand wasn’t dripping with water.

It took several moments for him to break the heavy silence. You can almost feel him thinking, how to react to your pleas and your confession. He still hadn’t let go of your face, diving deep into your eyes as if they could tell him the truth.

“Now I ain’t some normal man darlin.. ‘m no Saint. ‘M some creature o’ the night you invited in like a fool,” He started and you hung onto every word like a prayer.

“But if ya serious, we could try this. It surely ain’t a bad thing, stayin’ with a site to sore eyes like yourself too” He said with a smile that actually seemed sincere. It was the first time you saw it go all the way up to his eyes.

You couldn’t help what came next. As soon as those words left his mouth, you captured his lips with yours, pouring every pent up emotion you had into this kiss. He was momentarily stunned in shock before moving his lips in sync with yours. He tasted like blood and brandy. The home seemed to come to life around you both, the air charged with the mutual confession and broken tension. Leaning over him, you tilted his head up to you as you grin into the kiss, fingers brushing his soaked hair back.

After a few moments, you make him separate to catch your breath, leaning your forehead onto his with a little giggle. You’re pretty sure he forgets that unlike him, you do need to actually breathe. You’ve never seen him smile like he is now, a love drunk little grin baring all of those sharp teeth that you’ve now grown accustomed to. Cradling his head in your grasp, you give his temple one last little kiss before you stand up, grabbing a towel behind you. You feel his eyes track you once again, but this time it feels different. Instead of the usual wariness, tracking you like you’ll hurt him, it's out of adoration.

With the towel in your hands, you reach down and ruffle Remmicks hair with the cloth, earning you a confused chuckle and an eyebrow raise from the man.

“I think it's time to get you outta here Rem” You say playfully, drying his hair off.

“Don’ need you gettin’ sick on me in all that cold water” You see him roll his eyes at your comment as you grab his forearms to help him up. He didn't even know if he could get sick and he certainly wouldn’t have minded if you were the person taking care of him.

You wrap the warm fabric around his waist before guiding him into your bedroom. While small, it was certainly the most at home Remmick has felt in something close to a millennium. He sits on your bed as you dig through your drawers, the plushness definitely beats the dirt ditches he had grown used to sleeping in. Everything in your home seemed buzzing with life, with love that he seemed undeserving of.

Turning around, you present him with a simple linen shirt and pants which seem just a little too long, but nothing a simple hem job couldn't fix.

“Arms up” You commanded and for some reason, he listened.

He's never had anyone fuss over him, not since he was a child and time wasn't worth keeping track of. Slipping the shirt over him, you turn your back to give him some privacy as he pulls on trousers and undergarments. They didn’t fit too poorly, comfortable enough to sleep in for sure.

As he watches you get changed into your own night clothes, a warm feeling blooms into his chest. The bliss of domesticity that he had missed out on, it was finally here for him. It was finally his turn. He is snapped out of his thoughts as you shut the curtains in your room, turning down the oil lamp until the room is plunged into a comfortable dim light.

You lift the covers for him to slide into, its warmth cocooning his cold body comfortably. Climbing in behind him, you lay down next to him and casually wrap an arm around his waist and lay your head on his shoulder. As if you were scared to break the peaceful quiet that surrounded you both, you place a kiss on his cheek as you whisper.

“We’ll run into town and get you some proper clothes tomorrow”

Tomorrow. He liked the sound of that as it left your lips. The promise that anything that happened tonight wouldn’t be forgotten and he’d be cast out of heaven like Lucifer's great fall. It brought that warm feeling back in waves throughout his body.

Before sleep claimed you both, Remmick wondered if tomorrow night would be the first night of many that he could walk through your welcoming doors without an invitation. He surely hoped so.

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brycesbott0m · 1 hour ago

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It certainly is a...

challenging difficult

interesting discussion, mate.

So uh... the Tropic of Love... Anyone else think that was cool? Haha... . . Anyone?

#coming from someone whose had too many gfs #fypシ #fyp #brycesbott0m

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whitelotusesarentsopure · 3 days ago

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Something I started working on awhile ago. Def not my best but this took FOREVER.

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rat-poison69 · 3 days ago

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Silly little doodle of the new sebastian scanner ((I love pixel Sebastian 🥺🫶))

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thebettertraiaad · 3 days ago

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Continuing yan!damian blurbs.

Pls read the warning in the first one

Note!; yan!damian x yan!reader, pairings romantic, reader is 15 and damian is 16 so no smut, head canons addition. Affectionate/bitey reader.

Warnings!; cursing, arranged marriage, shit dialog, sadist reader, vigilante life explained briefly, gore, a lil suggestive, damian being stubborn and jealous.

Yan!Damian when it comes to him softening around you I dont mean melt, Im talking about full blown thought out process. As much as he doesnt understand feelings he wants to be something you would need so that no one else could be as good as him, but that insecurity runs so deep especially when he isnt good at making conversation or straight up oblivious to romantic cues aka you trying to flirt with him.

Yan!damian Let God help you since he will be sweating bullets whenever you two would kiss or if your ask for it, heart literally leaping like a frog when you finally ask; "can I have a kiss?" Overthinking to the MAXX! Inner monolog thinking; 'god does my breath smell?' or 'do I use tongue or just a peak type of kiss!?!'

Yan!damian Looks like a play boy and fumbles like a virgin(since he is) as much as people expect him to act look or even be the literal copy paste of bruce he is far from it. As much as he would want to exceed the expectations of batman he doesnt want to be his father; multiple lovers, multiple children and multiple heart aches. Side eyes the hell out of people whenever they comment. "Oh your just like your dad with blah blah blah." Even if its just some random rich person trying to be nice to the young heir.

Yan!damian has a love hate relationship with galas, usually he brings you along since your his wife(duh) likes to see you in pretty dresses and what not, finally out of uniforms or simple clothes. Enjoys watching you dance around and talk to socialites but HATES that he cant express how your his wife out right since it would spread controversy, and paparazzi are going through a field day whenever the secretive damian finally has a bit of a crack to let in a bit of his private life.

Yan!damian finally seeing a pattern whenever you cozied up to him, how your just nuzzle your face on his neck and if he'd let you- your have a deep bite mark everywhere, Im talking about to the point of bleeding but your gentle, you take it slow so the longer the bite the more it would dent and last. Thank lord for his high pain tolerance, since he would have grunted more or cant even bare it to a point of shoving you off, which is the last thing he'd want. Hickies here and there, on his shoulders neck of even adonis belt or deep bruises on his neck whenever your trying to hold him still, he doesnt mind it, rather relishing the fact that his beloved wife is marking him as yours. Feeds into his ego and pride with a bit of his own possessiveness since you werent the only one as controlling.

Yan!damian is kind of a hypocrite just like his dad, since just like any horrific crimes you did or literal murder would just end up him scolding you, but there was a weird appeal watching you covered in blood with the caked hands of your victims. And you werent quiet about most of it either, hanging gutted bodies soon sprawled around gotham as a warning sign to whatever gang your trying to intimidate, I mean eagle style types of crucifixions or heads of mob bosses turned into a long line of a centipede including their henchman to a point where it could lead out but mostly out of gotham since you didnt want to be even more hated by bruce more(even if you wanted too). Always he excuses it that "shes still young, she still takes orders in the league and I cant control that since Im not the demon head."

Yan!damian still sees the more innocent side of you most of the time, but never seeing the monster that giggles and laughs like a myth in children's books in order to keep them in check, the type of monsters mothers would warn their kids who'd get dragged in the woods and skinned to be roasted type of story. Shes just my cute sweet wife. Will 100% agree with any cute hobbies you like; reading, arts, taxidermy, collecting and especially if your a starting to get really good at art he'd be so happy about finally having something in common. But the way he shows it is by giving matching mechanical pencils.

Yan!damian probably manipulates the hell out of people, but not you. Your paranoid ass will either see through it and soon he'd be waking up in a cell with no legs or some shit, because as much as damian is worst, you could still be much more dangerous than he is. Its not because you're stronger or more intelligent, but because of his strong trust in you especially. Besides he only does it for the most dumbest reasons, either wants more time so he jumbles up the schedule to be with you or at least see you from afar(like the little creeper he was but not in a gross way.)

Yan!damian whenever he finally gets comfortable with physical touches he will crave it, shoving his tongue down your throat as a peak whilst your just confused why he suddenly walked away to skip off to school before you. Like wtf just happened, all over your face. No words just shock since you usually had to ask for a kiss on the cheek or accompany him or something. Bro memorized how you'd react to a point of not even speaking to him but he would either already know if your pissed off or just hangry, he knows the difference trust me.

This was a rather short blurb but im just burnt out and all that stuff.

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ashourmohammed · 3 hours ago

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tttabii · 11 hours ago

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— 이희승 , 심재윤 all the time ; lee heeseung, jake sim.

pairing 𝜗ৎ ice hockey player! heeseung x reader x nerd!jake ; smut , you're ni-ki's older sister. word count: 1960

YOU TOOK A SIP from the drink Heeseung gave you, the alcohol burning pleasantly as it traveled down your throat. His party is in full swing downstairs, but you find yourself drawn to the shadows upstairs, pulled by a magnetic force towards Jake Sim.

Jake, the "nerd" from your physics class, whom you've had a secret crush on for months. . Underneath those baggy clothes and thick glasses, you know there's a stunning specimen waiting to be discovered. Those veiny hands, the pink knuckles, the broad back and the narrow waist, you've heard Ni-ki talk about him plenty before and clearly those features checked out when you saw him with your own eyes. Now you intend to uncover the truth with your own hands.

He has you pinned against the wall, his hands sliding along your body through the thin fabric of your dress, and you could hardly contain the exhilaration of what you were doing. You're searching for a room, desperate to find somewhere private to let you have his way with him. But unbeknownst to you, Jake has a secret smirk playing on his lips.

Just as you're about to guide him towards the bed, strong hands grip your waist from behind, sending shivers down your spine as you turn around, coming face to face with Heeseung.

"Are you seriously going into my room without permission?" he says, he raises his eyebrows up at you, almond-shaped brown eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know this is my bedroom, right?" He glances at Jake who is now laid back on the bed with his glasses off looking even more attractive than before.

Jake chuckles, his eyes locked onto you as Heeseung's lips trail feather-light kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"Aw. Did you think I was just an innocent little nerd you were going to ruin?" Jake's hands slip beneath your dress, caressing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as Heeseung continues his sensual assault.

His hands trail your curves, wanting to ignite a flame you'd never known. "I think I got you right where you should be, princess." Jake whispers against the silk of your underwear, his fingers brushing against your center through the thin barrier of your panties. Heeseung captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as Jake takes advantage of your distraction. He yanks your panties aside and plunges two fingers deep inside you, making you gasp into Heeseung's mouth.

Heeseung breaks the kiss, a wicked grin on his face. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little problem," he purrs, his hands slipping beneath your dress to cup your breasts. "Two hot guys, one girl, and only one bed. What should we do?"

Jake smirks, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. "I'm sure we can figure something out." His thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive nub in maddening strokes.

Heeseung leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "We're going to make you feel things you've never felt before," he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Gonna take turns dominating you, showing you who you belong to."

Your brain is a jumbled mess as both of theirs work together to tease and play you into a frenzied desire. Heeseung squeezes and rolls your nipples between his fingers while Jake continued to leisurely pleasuring you in the most intimate of ways.

"Please," you whimper.

"Please what?" Jake asks, his voice gravelly with lust. "Tell us what you want, baby."

"I want..." You swallow hard, barely able to form the words. "I want you both. I want you to make me yours."

Heeseung grins wickedly. "Good girl. We're going to take such good care of you."

In the dimly lit bedroom, Jake's hands were rough and eager as he tugged at the zipper of your dress. He was smooth and assertive as he backed you up until your knees hit the edge of Heeseung's bed. The next thing you knew, you were on your back, the cool comforter against your skin, and Jake was standing over you, his eyes dark with lust. Heeseung, leaning against the now-locked door, watched with a smirk as Jake threw your legs open wide, his fingers glistening from the wetness he’d spread across your clit. You never thought you’d be in this position, especially not with Heeseung watching, his eyes hungry and intense. Your plan to seduce Jake had been simple, but it had backfired spectacularly. You never expected Heeseung to be part of the equation, let alone the one flocking to you the most. And now, here you were, panties tugged to the side, your glistening entrance on full display. Heeseung's eyes roamed over your body, his smirk turning into a wicked grin as Jake started to peel off his shirt, revealing a toned, slim body that gleamed under the moonlight. He licked his lips, his gaze never leaving you as Jake tossed his shirt aside. "I don’t have condoms by the way," he said, his voice casual but laced with a hint of mischief. Jake turned around, his broad back muscles rippling as he stop rummaging through Heeseung's drawer. You squirmed, your body aching with anticipation. Heeseung didn't waste any time, diving between your thighs and running his tongue along your slick folds. You gasped, your hips bucking as he expertly teased your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place. Your mind was a whirlwind, a mix of shock and sheer lust. You had no idea what your younger brother, Ni-ki, would think if he saw you like this, spread out and exposed, with his two best friends. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, but it only made you wetter. Jake turned back around, his eyes locked onto yours. "Think you can handle us raw, princess?" he asked, his voice sweet but his expression intense.

You nodded, your breath hitching as Heeseung's tongue worked its magic. Your mind was hazy, your body aching with need. You were in way over your head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could focus on was the pleasure coursing through your veins, the anticipation of what was to come.

Jake then leaned down to kiss you, his lips flattening yours as Heeseung's fingers threaded into your pussy, pushing your body into the mattress. You moaned against Jake's tongue as your hips bucked with every tug of Jake's eager tongue against you, so hungry for a taste of you. "Look at me," Jake murmured, hand tracing along your jaw to tilt your head back toward him, "Did you expect to get ruined by your favorite innocent nerd and your younger brother's best friend that has been flirting with you for god knows how long, hm?"

You shook your head, whining as Heeseung pulled his fingers out, denying you the edge of your climax. Jake and Heeseung switched positions, turning you around to be on all fours. Heeseung knelt on the bed in front of you, his belt already off, his cock hard and ready. Jake positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips.

You felt Jake’s cock press against your entrance, and you braced yourself, but nothing could prepare you for the sensation of when Heeseung's cock were placed on the entrance of your mouth. You were filled in one swift, brutal thrust, Jake’s cock stretching you from behind as Heeseung's plunged into your mouth. You almost screamed at the sudden fullness, the intense stretch.

"Mngh... Jakey..." you moaned out, trying to turn around to glimpse him, to see the look in his eyes as he ruined you with his relentless thrusts. Heeseung gripped your hair, pulling your head back to face him. "Moan my name instead, yeah? I claimed you first. And now you're taking both of us so well. Fuck..."

Heeseung's grip tightened, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gurgled around him, tears streaming down your face as Jake pounded into you from behind. Your body was a playground of sensation, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain.

Jake's fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you hard and deep. The room spun, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Heeseung's cock throbbed in your mouth, his grip on your hair unyielding as he used your lips and tongue for his own pleasure. You were a mess of sensation, your body slick with sweat, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

The sound of their grunts and moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and domination. You could feel every inch of them, stretching you, filling you, overwhelming you. Your body was on fire, your senses on overload. The taste of Heeseung's cock, the feel of Jake's hands gripping you tight, the sound of their fucking filling the room—it was too much, and yet not enough. You needed more, deeper, harder.

Your body started to convulse, and the orgasms flowed through your body like waves crashing to shore. Jake's cock swelled inside you and he was thrusting more erratically as he chased his own orgasm. Heeseung's grip on your hair intensified, his hips moving faster and hitting the back of your throat with each violent thrust.

You were drowning in pleasure, convulsing from the waves and waves of orgasms that flowed through you. You could feel Jake's cock pulsing inside you while he held your hips tighter, filling you with his hot cum. Heeseung followed soon after, his cock pulsating in your mouth as he filled it with his seed.

With one last, brutal thrust, Jake filled you completely before pulling out of you, leaving you empty and gasping. Heeseung's cock slipped from your mouth and you collapsed onto the bed, both men still under you but your body spent and satisfied. The only sounds were heavy ragged breath and your heart pounding in your ears.

Jake disappeared, returning with a towel to clean you up. His fingers pushed into your aching cunt, dragging out strings of his cum, his touch igniting sparks of renewed lust. Heeseung scooped you up, carrying you to the bathroom, and his hands roamed your body as the shower turned on. Steam quickly filled the room, fogging the mirror and turning it into a sauna of desire.

You kissed him, feeling like you hadn't finished something. His lips were soft, his tongue hungry, and he didn't hesitate to return the kiss, his hand squeezing your ass as he pulled you harder against his already hardening cock.

"Still hungry for more?" He chuckled, his voice rumbling in his chest, his fingers trailing down your spine, leaving goosebumps through your skin.

You nodded, grinding against his dick, submissive and eager.

Jake stepped into the shower behind you, his cock already hard again. Heeseung couldn't resist the urge, turning you onto your back. Your boobs squished against the cold wall as he thrust up inside your wet pussy, groaning at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so ready for more," he murmured, his hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm.

Jake's chuckle filled the room, his eyes fixed on where Heeseung's cock disappeared inside you. "Dirty girl, wanting more already," he teased, his hands reaching out to cup your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples.

He leaned down, his mouth taking over where his thumbs left off, sucking and biting at your nipples. You moaned, your body arching into his touch, your hands gripping Heeseung's arms as he pounded into you. The room was a symphony of lust, the sound of flesh against flesh, grunts and moans filling the air. The scent of sex and steam engulfed you, pushing you closer to the edge.

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