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Me: Ranting to my friend about why Akutagawa doesn't have a degrading kink based on his interactions in the canon BSD universe

[dollystuartwrites]

Stray Gods - Chapter 49

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut Wordcount: 5112 Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [45] - [46] - [47] - [48] - [49] - [?] MASTERLIST Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you... Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

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'Hey, look at me,' Felix spoke. You looked over at him, your hands still fidgeting with the straps of your bag sitting on your lap.

Felix had insisted on taking you to school today, as Minho had already left, having to arrive early to be on time to prepare for the lessons he had to teach that day. Minho hadn't said much, and you were sure he was the only one who was as doubtful about the entire situation as you were. When Hyunjin had left your room, he had returned to Han, continuing to monitor him and relieving Felix from his post. You had gotten ready far too slowly, your head still going back and forth between believing and trusting in Hyunjin and the urge to run back into Han's room. By the time you were done, Minho had already left. You knew you had been slow on purpose, hoping that being unable to catch a ride with Minho would give you the excuse to stay home. Somewhere you suspected that that was why Minho hadn't announced his departure, nor given you a heads-up and final call like he usually did. You suspected he too would prefer it if you were to stay home with Han, even if it would hinder your academic success. But Han wouldn't have it. When Felix had left his room it seemed like Han had given him a mission of making sure you would get to school today. After checking your bag for the umpteenth time, pretending you weren't sure if you had packed your favorite pen, notebook, and charger, Felix was starting to lose his patience and urged you out of the house. For the entire drive to school, you sat beside him silently, fiddling with your bag nervously as you kept imagining Han's pale and sick face.

Felix gave you a kind smile.

'We've arrived,' he said simply. You looked out the window again, seeing the familiar building, with many people coming and going to and from the entrance.

'Right,' you said, quickly opening the door and jumping from your seat.

You heard the other car door open and close, and as you were about to take a step towards the school, Felix halted you. He rested his hands upon your shoulders and turned you to face him, hands not leaving you.

'He'll be alright by the time you get home,' Felix assured you, repeating Hyunjin's words.

'How do you know?' You asked, insecurity lacing your tone. Felix sighed.

'Trust Hyunjin. He knows what he's talking about. I know it's scary and all, one of us being sick for the first time, but I'm sure he is right. There is no doubt in my heart that his diagnosis is incorrect. So trust him,' Felix urged.

'I do but…' you began, hesitating for a moment, 'but how can he look like that, be so sick… just because of.. love… is it… it's… because of me, right?'

'Oh baby,' he said with a chuckle, taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

'None of this is your fault, and no one could've ever seen this coming. We only just found out too, even Hyunjin had a hard time placing his finger on it,' Felix said in a comforting tone.

'But how can he be that sick?' you pressed on worriedly. Felix let go of you, putting his hands on your shoulders once more and looking at you warmly.

'We might be gods, but we don't know everything, you know,' he said with a chuckle. 'Honestly, I don't know why he is as sick as he is, and why he is the only one,' Felix admitted truthfully, looking thoughtful, 'but I know illnesses and I know they can affect different beings in very different ways, even if they are the same species. Besides, it's what Hyunjin always says; the power love holds over all things is severely underestimated. I've seen many pets miraculously cured of diseases that I personally had diagnosed and pronounced terminal, just because of the love they got from their humans. Mind you, of course, that's not for every pet, and that doesn't mean they don't get enough love but-' he added, but seeing your face he quickly stopped and cleared his throat. 'Anyhow, what I was saying is that, as Jinnie always persists, love has more power than we realize and works in mysterious ways.' Felix ended.

'He will get better,' you said, stating it to convince yourself.

'He will get better,' Felix said definitely. 'And he is already getting better as a matter of fact. Just when you left I noticed his heartbeat seemed to be getting back to normal and even his color and scent seemed to be slowly returning to its original state,' Felix said seriously but with a smile.

You nodded.

'Now, no more dawdling because Han will give me an earful, as soon as his voice is recovered, if I do not get you to your next lesson on time,' he laughed. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his remark. He let go of your shoulders, and one of his hands took hold of your chin.

'Can I see your pretty smile one more time before you leave?' he asked sweetly. You smiled for him, a real smile and a bit of warmth seemed to return to your insides. 'That's my baby,' he grinned. He bent towards you, planting a soft kiss on your lips before withdrawing again. You could instantly feel yourself blushing. 'Just making sure I won't get sick as well,' he teased. You pouted at him and he winked, letting go of your face and waving you goodbye as you walked up to the school.

'WHYYYYYY are you not just addicted to your phone like the rest of us,' an irritated voice spoke. Before you could look around, you were being jumped, an arm around your neck pulling you into a headlock.

'Sera!' you said her name, laughing but trying to get free.

'No! I told you I would kill you when you'd get back, so get it girl,' she laughed, rubbing her hand over your hair and messing it up. You squealed and giggled, trying to get loose but she wouldn't let go until she was satisfied.

'There,' she said huffing as she let go of you, putting her hands on her hips and looking at your messed up hair proudly, 'totally killed your vibe.'

'I guess I had it coming,' you chuckled, trying to flatten your hair again with your hands.

'Yes, you did. And after my lecture yesterday, you still didn't react to my messages this morning,' Sera said, tutting and shaking her head like a disappointed parent.

'Oh, shit, Sera I'm sorry,' you said, quickly pulling out your phone and checking it. You indeed had quite a few unread messages. Sera sighed but smiled.

'It's fine,' she said, waving her hand dismissively. 'I'm just happy you're here and you're fine. Wanna have lunch then?' she asked, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the cafeteria. You nodded.

'Where's Adam? You asked her, looking around but not spotting his blonde hair anywhere.

'Class,' Sera said simply, pulling up her nose and shrugging.

The two of you made your way to the cafeteria, chatting about her weekend. By the time you got seated and started eating, the conversation slowly shifted to your weekend.

'So erm, how did your weekend end?' Sera asked, suddenly sounding apprehensive. You looked up, a feeling of suspicion instantly upon you.

'Why do you ask?' You said, slightly sharper than you had intended to. Sera looked away for a second. You could see her chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully for a second, an expression on her face that seemed almost doubtful.

'I…' she began, pausing for a moment, then hesitantly continuing as she straightened her back, 'I incidentally saw you arriving this morning. My class was boring and you just happened to be right outside of my window,' she added quickly, hesitating and pausing again. 'I saw you with some guy- a different one I mean,' she said meaningfully, 'Don't get me wrong,' she quickly added, putting her hands up. 'I mean, I just,' she said, her face suddenly becoming quite pink. 'I'm a curious person, okay?' she insisted, her cheeks blushing and nervously scooting over the bench. You could feel yourself holding your breath. 'It's just- I'm normally very good at reading people, but you… You're different. Good different though! Not like I think you're an alien or something,' she giggled nervously. You had never seen Sera like this before. You knew her to be a confident person, resolute. But you wouldn't be thrown off by her behavior, holding your mouth shut and keeping a face of steel. 'It's just, you're a bit unlike other girls our age you know. As I said, for one, you're not addicted to your phone and stuff,' she said, smiling awkwardly and pausing again. Then she suddenly sighed. 'Uhg okay, I'mma just come out with it,' she said suddenly. Your heart felt like it stopped.

'Are you poly?'

'Wh-What?' you asked, blinking.

'You know, polyamourous. In more than one relationship. Like multiple boyfriends,' she pressed on, looking eager now. You scanned her face. This was what she had known, what she had been asking about, hinting at, fishing for. It hadn't been about you, or your divinity, nor the boys or their powers. This was all.

You suddenly started to laugh, unable to help yourself. The apprehension, caution, and fear instantly slipped away from you. She could be trusted. It was safe. You knew. Your Goddess knew.

Sera looked at you uncomfortably, probably slightly startled by your burst of laughter and still waiting anxiously for you to respond.

'I'm sorry,' you chuckled, seeing her stressed face, 'I know what it means, it was just really unexpected that you asked,' you began.

'I'm so sorry,' Sera said quickly. 'I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, it's just, people and relationships really interest me and I might've watched just one too many dramas and-,' she rattled but you quickly cut her off.

'No Sera, it's fine,' you said as you stopped chuckling and gave her a reassuring smile. You were sure you could tell her. You could see her light now. See it was dim like the other humans, but pure and safe. 'Yes. Yes, you're right,' you answered her question.

Sera looked at you with big eyes and slowly a smug smile appeared on her face.

'I knew it! I swear I fucking knew it. Adam wouldn't listen to me. I mean he doesn't know, I didn't tell him, I was just fishing for information, but that boy can't take a hint,' she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. 'But ever since I saw you with Mr. Hwang and then when you left with the other guy at that birthday party,' she said, giving you a meaningful look that told you she had known what you and Minho had been up to back then, 'and then the others. I mean I swear every single time was coincidental okay. It's not like I'm some weird creep who's spying on you, but it just turned out that way, honestly. I wasn't sure if I should say anything because you weren't saying anything and-' Sera babbled on. Clearly, she was completely in her element.

'Well, it is kind of an awkward topic to talk about I guess,' you said truthfully. She instantly shut her mouth and looked at you.

'Oh shit, sorry. You want me to shut up?' she asked quickly. You shook your head smiling.

'Nah, it's fine. Actually, I think it would be nice finally being able to talk to someone about it, to be honest,' you said truthfully.

'Oh thank god, good. Okay,' she said, bending over to you eagerly, 'gimme all the deets.'

'Well, erm, I don't know where to start,' you said, frowning, thinking.

'Okay, so I figured it's at least four or something right?' she said eagerly.

'Erm, eight actually,' you admitted.

'EIGHT?' she exclaimed loudly, her eyes growing big. You kicked her under the table.

'Shut it!' you hissed but giggled, 'I mean I'm fine with you knowing but I don't need the whole school to know.'

'Right, right, right, sorry,' she said, rubbing her painful shin but still looking eager. 'So I guess that means it's all of your roommates then, isn't it?' she asked. You nodded. Sera mouthed a silent "Wow".

'But eight? Really? Isn't that like,' she raised her eyebrows meaningfully and continued in a whisper, 'a lot of work.' You felt yourself blush and she wiggled her eyebrows, leaning back in her seat, your change of color apparently giving her enough of an answer.

'You know, good for you,' she said, putting her hand up in an okay sign and looking smug. 'I mean I can't even deal with one knucklehead now and then, but eight… Pfft kudos to you,' she chuckled.

'Don't you… find it weird?' you asked, feeling awkward yourself now as well. Sera raised her brows and this time it was her turn to laugh at your question.

'Honey, you're asking an adopted pansexual girl with an interracial lesbian immigrant couple as parents. Nothing is weird to me,' she shrugged.

It was hard to believe she really didn't think it was weird, but she seemed to be more curious than judgemental regarding the situation.

The rest of the break she spent bombarding you with eager questions about your relationship with the boys and the dynamics in the house.

By the time the bell rang for your next class, Sera wasn't done asking questions yet.

'I really have to go to class now,' you laughed as you saw Sera racking her brain for another question she could ask quickly before you'd go. Sera pouted.

'You know you can always text me, right?' you chuckled as you got up from your seat and gathered your belongings.

'It's not like you'd answer anyways,' Sera said sticking her tongue out at you playfully. You laughed and were just about to turn around when she grabbed your arm.

'Wait!' She said quickly, sounding eager.

'Wha-hat? I have to goooo,' you said impatiently as many others were leaving.

'Let's go on a double date!' Sera suggested enthusiastically.

'I-what?' you said, taken aback by her question.

'A double date. Or, wait, what do you call it when it's with multiple people? Okay never mind,' she said quickly when she saw your face. 'But please, let's do it. I swear it'll be fun! We can get to know each other, make friends,' she suggested. When she saw your doubtful face she continued. 'Come on, I bet you've never been able to go somewhere on a date with all of them. I promise we'll pick somewhere busy, that way you won't stand out too much.'

You hesitated. You had been to places with all of them, of course. But never really on a date…

'We could do the funfair! It's always super crowded and no one will notice, trust me. The weekend after next? Saturday at eight. We'll meet you at the entrance.'

Before you could object, Sera grabbed your hand and shook it before running off with the leaving masses, leaving you behind slightly bewildered.

You blinked a few times and then chuckled. Sera was unlike anyone you had ever met. But it was nice having a human friend with whom you could be more open and trusting. It'd be nice to feel normal for a bit.

Minho was already standing by the car, waiting to take you home from school. Seeing him from a distance made your heart pound faster. Not just because he always looked so dashing in his brown suit, gray hair, and glasses, but because you were a little scared. He had been sweet to you this morning like he always was, but you had failed him as a goddess. You know how much he treasured you and knew how much you being his goddess meant to him, and you were scared he'd be mad at you for what you had done, or more so the lack thereof. You also knew how much Han meant to him and what it would do to him to see Han so sickly. With all of these thoughts swirling in your head, you took a deep breath and walked up to him.

You were slightly surprised to see that the dark circles around his eyes seemed to have almost disappeared. He looked healthier somehow, even though he'd had a long day of working.

'Hi Lino,' you said with a small voice as you approached him. He gave you a smile and a curt nod, holding the door open for you as you got into the car, but he didn't say anything.

During most of the drive, he was silent, and your heart started to sink again, lower and lower with every silent minute that passed by.

You were just about to say something, anything to break the silence. An apology or any words that could comfort him, tell him you were sorry and would never forgive yourself for what you had done when he suddenly spoke.

'It's not your fault you know,' he said suddenly and softly. You looked over at him somewhat startled. This was the last thing you expected him to say.

'I-what?' you said, feeling dumbstruck.

'You know it's not your fault right?' Minho repeated. 'None of us could've ever seen this coming,' he elaborated. You were silent for a second.

'But it is my fault,' you whispered, looking down at your lap, your heart sinking once more. Minho clicked his tongue.

'If you really wanna blame yourself, go ahead, but know that we don't,' he said simply. 'Honestly, we blame ourselves for not realizing what a mess we are without you,' he added softly. You weren't sure how to respond. You felt quite sheepish, staring out of the window, looking at the streets you passed by. 'We should've known we can't be without you anymore... And we should've called you to come back,' he said, then suddenly he clicked his tongue angrily, smacking his hands irritably against the steering wheel. 'I should've never listened to him!' He said with a sudden intensity, his eyes straight on the road. 'I begged him to call you, but he wouldn't let me. I could barely convince him to let Felix check him out. I don't know how Felix managed to convince him to let Hyunjin check on him as well…' Minho said, grabbing the steering wheel hard until his knuckles went white. You looked at him in shock. You couldn't remember if you had ever seen him so angry. 'He should've just let me call you,' he repeated with clenched teeth. 'It would've never gotten as far as it had. I know he's fine now, but he looked like dog shit,' he grumbled. His anger seemed to die down and he sighed, putting on his blinker and taking a right turn.

You were surprised with Minho's anger, which seemed to be directed at himself. This was not what you expected. You suddenly realized that the look on his face was nothing but a mirror of your own feelings; disappointment, annoyance, and anger, all directed at himself. You wanted to help him, to comfort him, but how could you, as you had no way of stopping yourself from feeling the same way.

'He's doing better now?' you repeated with a small voice, a lame attempt at making him feel better even though you barely did.

'Yeah, he is,' Minho said with a nod. He sounded calm again. You could see him straightening his shoulders and letting out a quiet sigh, as if to breathe out his feelings, before he started speaking again. 'He called me during the break and he seems to be back to normal again,' he said.

'He called you?' you asked, feeling hurt that Han hadn't contacted you in any way.

'Yeah, video call. He looked quite normal again, so don't worry about it, okay? It really wasn't your fault,' Minho said once more. But his words simply made you feel shittier. The fact that Han hadn't contacted you broke your heart. Was he angry with you? But Minho said they didn't blame you, even though you did yourself. Why hadn't he called you? Why?

'Han?' You knocked on his door softly, but there was no response. You knocked again, calling louder this time. Still, no response. You sighed, withdrawing your hand from the door and turning around. But just when you were about to take another step, you changed your mind. You knew Han was in there. You were sure. And according to all the other guys, he was doing fine now, almost like nothing ever happened. And Minho had assured you he wasn't mad at you, although you were mad at yourself. But you knew your heart would not be at ease until you saw him.

You turned around to face the door again. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe that's why he hadn't answered. You could imagine he hadn't slept too well for several days and now that he was better, it might've finally caught up to him.

You weren't one to go into other's rooms if they weren't there. You never really snooped, nor entered without their permission. But this time you didn't care. You had to see him for yourself. You had to be sure he was doing alright.

Slowly and quietly you turned the handle, opening the door to peek inside.

Han was sitting on his bed, his back turned to you as he seemed to be staring out of the window.

'Hannie?' you said his name softly, scared to startle him. He turned his head towards your voice but stopped halfway, showing he was listening but not responding, nor looking at you.

You bit your lip and walked over to him, but as soon as you got close to him he turned his face away from you. You stopped in your tracks, hesitating for a moment. No, you need to talk to him. Pushing through your anxiety you went to sit next to him on the bed.

'Hannie?' you said, repeating his name in a steadier voice this time. He still didn't look at you. You needed to make contact. You could feel your inner Goddess, like she was tapping you on the shoulder, asking you to give her space. You took a deep breath, in and out, and opened your mind.

Although his light shone bright, there was a certain dimness to it. Carefully, you took his hand into yours, caressing it with your thumb.

'I am sorry, Hannie,' you spoke softly, 'for letting you down. For not being there, and not doing my duty properly as your goddess.'

Finally, he turned his face to yours. His green eyes looked at you incredulously.

'How could you say such a thing?' he whispered, shaking his head and frowning. He grabbed the hand that you had used to stroke his tightly with both of his hands. 'Don't you ever say that again,' he said almost angrily. 'Don't you know how it hurts us when you are hurting?' he spoke.

You gave him a sad smile, squeezing his hands for a moment. As Minho had said, he hadn't blamed you for a second.

Suddenly he let go of your hands and turned his face away from yours again.

'It's me…' he whispered suddenly. 'I am the problem… I am… weak.' He said the words painfully, clearly disgusted with himself. It broke your heart. Tears welled up in your eyes.

'Don't you ever say that again,' you repeated his words back to him, your voice trembling with the pain you felt for him.

Han simply huffed, his eyes still locked on the floor. 'You know it's true y/n,' he said bitterly. 'I am weak. I was the only one who got sick, the only one affected so ridiculously. None of the other boys were even close to… my state of being,'

'But they were all sick,' you stopped him before he could continue. 'They told me none of them were feeling right. Everyone was unwell in their own way. Maybe you just didn't see because-'

'-Because I was the sickest of them all?' Han interrupted you. He scoffed. 'Yeah, like I said, none of them were close to being as "lovesick" as I was. Clearly, I am the weakest of the bunch,' he said angrily. 'I mean, I guess I've always known it. I mean look at them, look at their cool powers. Lino being time itself, Chan taking care of souls, Seungmin making this planet liveable, Hyunjin making life worth living. I mean I could go on, but it's clear all their powers are way cooler and way more important than mine. I mean what do I do? I talk to plants. So what? Big deal. Nothing cool or sexy about it. I should just-'

'Han Jisung!' You said his name so loudly and suddenly that he jumped. He instantly turned his head to face you once more, looking at you with big watery green eyes. You had never used his first name with him. From day one he had always been "Han" by his own request or "Hannie" since it sounded like the pet name "Honey" which he enjoyed. 'I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that,' you said sternly. Han simply scowled and was about to look away again when you grabbed both of his hands tightly and continued talking.

'You are everything,' you said to him slowly in a lowered voice, the words now coming from your heart. A small crease appeared between his brows and you continued. 'You are every breath we inhale and exhale. You are the light that keeps us warm and the shade that shelters us. You are the water we drink and the blue skies that we see. You are life,' you said insistently and seriously. You could see Han's jaw tightening, a habit he adopted from Chan. 'You are all of the others, as they are you. And without you, they wouldn't and couldn't be.' Your voice almost turned into a whisper and you paused for a second. You knew he was listening. Not just him, but his aethereal self. You could see how his light responded to your words. But his pained expression and self-doubt weren't gone yet.

'Without you, I wouldn't be,' you whispered to him, softly squeezing his hands. His face started to relax somewhat now. The painful knot in your chest that seemed to mirror his own lessened, even though your watery eyes weren’t dry just yet.

'Hannie,' you said his name once more, his sweet name that you loved to speak so much. His lips quivered for a moment. 'I can still remember back when I wasn't aware yet… The first time I saw your gift…' you said, the words suddenly feeling so emotional that they were hard to speak. 'I remember seeing you, just through the crack of the door, seeing you make that beautiful flower bloom,' you pointed over your shoulder at the plant on his drawers next to the door. 'It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,' you whispered as a tear rolled down your face. Han looked at you, his brows slightly raised now, as his eyes were filling with tears too.

'You give life, Hannie,' you said, letting go of his hands and catching a tear on his cheek with your pinky finger. 'How can you forget that?'

'I-I haven't, I just-,' Han stammered as more tears fell from his face.

'You don't have to be cool or sexy. You don't have to be strong either,' you added. 'You just have to be you. You have to remember who you are, what you are. Don't let those human emotions get in your way of knowing how special you are,' you said, shaking your head.

Han nodded in response. The tears that were falling from his face seemed to contain the darkness that was covering his light. You looked into him, seeing his light shining brighter than ever as he softly smiled at you. You smiled back at him and sighed deeply. Your goddess retreated into the shadows once more, knowing that the job was done. You lean over to him, putting your forehead against his, noses aligned and touching. You felt yourself breathing in his scent, and the tears in your eyes finally seemed to dry.

'I've been such a fool, my love,' Han whispered. You smiled softly, your heads still touching. 'I let envy and frustration overtake me. You're right. I guess I forgot who I was there for a moment.'

You slowly withdrew your face from his, smiling at him and seeing him smile at you.

'It's okay Hannie, that's what I'm here for,' you said kindly to him.

'I know, but still, I was acting a little dramatic I guess,' Han said with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 'Having a human part of us sometimes is a little-' he spoke, but suddenly stopped. He turned his head away from you, looked at the door, and frowned. He blinked a few times, then turned his head again, looking at the wall that was separating his room from Minho's. Han raised an eyebrow.

'Han? What is happening?' You asked, feeling apprehensive. Han put up a hand to silence you as he stared at the wall for another second before he looked down at the floor. He scoffed for a moment and then suddenly started laughing.

'Han what-?' you asked again, getting kind of concerned now. But he wasn't listening.

'No way,' he whispered to himself, getting up from the bed, and, for a moment, totally seeming to forget you. He walked a few paces, still looking down, before stopping again and chuckling once more. 'No way!' he laughed before looking at you again with a wide grin.

Startled by his unexpected reaction, you pulled at your goddess for help, but you instantly felt that it would be no use as if you had used up all of your credits for the day. You got up too now.

'Han, what-?' you repeated taking a few steps before it suddenly dawned on you. Han still didn't respond but simply grinned at you. 'Oh,' you breathed. Han simply nodded, understanding that you understood.

WRITERS NOTE

Thank you all so much for your continuous support. I understand that you had to wait for a long time but I simply have too little time to write. 

I try my best to write when I can, and your encouragement, kind words, and fun reactions really make me happy<3

However, I'd like to ask some of you to please understand that rushing or pushing me won't make things go faster and will only make me feel bad :(

I have been working on this series for over two years already, and I am currently working on Chapter 50 (!).

Although I really do love this story, it has been quite difficult, tiring, and time-consuming work (for me as well as for my lovely editors) at some times. I love writing a lot and I post this story for free on multiple platforms because I want everyone to be able to enjoy reading this for free as I too know all too well what it's like to have no money to spare for your hobby or favorite artist (life is expensive ya'll, I know that)

So please, if you enjoy my story, give it a vote or a nice comment, and trust that I will come back with a new chapter for you to love, even though it might take longer than you'd like (trust me, it takes me longer than I would like as well). 

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[roronoacherries]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘢 𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘵. 𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺

3.404 words — inspired by anon request

content: nsfw, fem. reader, slightly non-con, unprotected, degradation, implied daddy/breeding kink, choking; y/n cheats on zoro with luffy and the swordsman decides that if she wants to be a slut, they can share her.

note: this has been in my drafts for too long i don't even know if it's good but i tried. the characterization and plot are terrible but i'm just tryna get fucked by the captain and his first mate, okay?

luffy would understand. he would. all you needed to do was tell him; tell him that your heart belonged to zoro, that you were his in every sense of the word. he’d drop the subject without hesitation. 

he was betraying his first mate without knowing it, all by your cause – the thought weighed on you as you lay breathless in the captain’s arms. the straw hat didn’t know any better – it was on you to let him down, to deny his indecent proposal. but when you felt him pressed against your backside, slurring as he whispered crudities in your ear, all you   do was think with your heat, too tipsy to listen to your head or your heart. 

the first time should have been the last time. you swore to yourself that it would be when you came to your senses… but didn’t zoro constantly reproach everyone about it being the duty of the crew to fulfill the captain’s orders, regardless of what they may be? and if the captain wanted you on your knees for him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he used you to chase his own pleasure, who were you to deny him of it? if he wanted you to sit on his face while he feasted on you, insatiable from between your thighs, what right did you have to say no? 

he was your captain; it was your obligation as a straw hat to obey his orders. all he needed to do was say the word and he could have you – whether he wanted you to ride him, to watch you whimper incoherently as you bounced on his cock, a sweaty, needy mess; to be balls deep inside you, fucking you mercilessly into the mattress, gripping your ass tightly as you moaned incessantly against a pillow. 

what zoro didn't know wouldn't hurt him, you reasoned. and this was the last time. you promised yourself you'd tell luffy the truth next time – but time and time again, you couldn't bring yourself to deny your captain. it was too intoxicating, the way luffy could fuck you senseless, using your cunt as his plaything – it was too good to give up. 

you loved zoro — he treated you like a goddess, all but worshiping you in bed; he knew your body better than you did and could prove it in a thousand different ways. there was no one who could make you feel like he did, no one who could please you more than he could. the swordsman was a passionate lover; the captain was a selfish one. so it should have been enough for you – it should have been easy to reject luffy’s advances if all he did was use you for his own pleasure, but you liked being used. 

you tried to make sense of it, to find reason in your wrongs, but to try and be sensible with luffy’s cock hard against your ass was futile. 

“yes, captain”; “please, captain”; “fuck me, captain,” we’re the only coherent thoughts you could form when he came to you, his eyes heavy with lust — the guilt and shame of it all only weighing on you after committing your sins. 

and it was guilt-ridden that you always made your way back to zoro, begging to get on your knees for him. you'd please him in all the ways you knew best, never letting him return the favor. 

“just let me make you feel good, baby.”

but the swordsman was no fool. he knew that if you were coming to him, asking to suck him off for nothing in return, it wasn't because you wanted to be a good little slut for him. he wasn't blind to the weakness in your step after your disappearances or oblivious to the lingering scent of sex on your skin when you came to him. nor did he miss the hunger in luffy's eyes whenever you strolled past him.

no, but zoro didn't think of confronting you about it. if you wanted to be a whore, he'd let you be one — though not without reminding you who your sweet cunt really belonged to. 

you could spread your legs for whoever you desired, it wouldn’t change that he had you wrapped around his finger. all it ever took was one look and he could have your heart racing; he never had to say a word, only to meet your eyes…to absentmindedly drag his fingers along your thigh as he took a swig of sake and you’d stumble over your words, excusing yourself from the dinner table, eagerly awaiting him below the crow’s nest. 

“how’s my girl doing?” zoro murmured against your lips, returning the kiss you greeted him with before pulling away, his hands resting on your waist.

“never leave the ship without me again. i missed you,” you pouted, pressing your lips to his once more. wrapping your arms around him, you dragged your lips along his jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “someone might see…” zoro warned quietly, though not pulling away from you either.

“don’t care.” with pleading eyes, you looked up at the swordsman. “i need you.” 

“‘s that right?” the swordsman teased, feigning a smirk in spite of the tightness he felt in his chest. he’d already decided this would be the last night he spent with you; why, then, did your words make him falter in his resolve? why did his subconscious hold out for the hope that in asserting that you didn’t care if this relationship was no longer a secret, you were choosing him? 

he forced the thought out of his mind. what did it matter, if the damage had already been done. he met your eyes, those he’d lost himself in so many times before. “how badly?”

“so badly,” you sighed, holding his face in your hands. giving into you, zoro closed the gap between you with a feverish kiss. your legs wrapped around his waist, your body aching so desperately for his touch that if he wanted to, you’d let him have you on the deck. 

“hold on,” he said, breathlessly, placing a hand on your waist as he stepped toward the ladder of the crow’s nest. you held on to him tightly as he climbed, resting your head comfortably against his shoulder, a soft smile tugging at your lips at the sight of him. “i love you, zoro,” you whispered, closing your eyes and missing the way zoro’s widened at your words. 

love. 

the word had come easily to you, as if you were worthy of loving him. you tried to push the thought out of your mind, planting soft kisses along zoro’s cheek as your lips made their way back to his the moment you entered the crow’s nest. 

you kept your legs locked around him as he gently rest your back against the floor, rolling your hips against his fervently. “please. zoro.” 

was it the guilt that made you so desperate to have him? 

“so goddamn needy for me, aren’t ya?”

the desire to forget that you’d let someone else stand between your thighs? 

“i need you, ‘ro…” 

“who’s this pretty cunt belong to?” zoro pressed himself against you, spreading your legs further, the throbbing of his length alone making you feel weak. 

“it’s yours, zoro. all yours.” you didn’t deserve him. 

“y’ hear that, captain?” 

you stiffened, feeling a sudden weight in your chest as zoro stepped back. his gaze stayed fixed on you as you failed to hide the panic and shame on your face. you had no right to look away, to avoid seeing the hint of pain that hid in his eyes — the pain you had provoked — but you feared that if you didn’t turn away, you wouldn’t be able to fight back your tears. and you had no right to cry. 

your eyes met luffy’s who stared back at you blankly from where he sat, his legs spread apart, arms resting against his knees, before looking at zoro, “didn’t seem that way when i was fucking her.” 

“zoro,” you struggled to speak, knowing it would be useless to. “i can explain.”

“and what’s there to explain?” the swordsman gripped your chin, his tone cold but calm as he forced you to face him.  “that you’re a filthy slut?”

there was nothing you could say, nothing you could do but stare back at him in guilt and take his anger. “that you’ve been lettin the captain fuck you whenever he wants like you’re his toy?”

“i’m sorry,” you spoke in a whisper, knowing your words could fix nothing. zoro was right, after all. 

“guess one man isn’t enough for you.” he removed his hand from your face before turning his back to you, not bearing the sincere look of regret and heartbreak in your eyes. despite the coldness in his demeanor, he had still held you with the same gentleness as always. 

“that’s alright. if you want to be a whore, we can share. ain’t that right, luff?” you looked at the two in confusion, certain that you must have misheard. luffy’s eyes were on you now, eyes alight with a hunger that reminded you of the dripping sensation between your thighs from moments ago. they couldn’t be thinking…

“why don’t you start with her, captain.” zoro took a seat across from you, leaning back and spreading his legs as he stared down at you still on your knees. “go on, y/n. show the captain what a good girl you are.” he taunted. 

your attention turned back to luffy and you opened your mouth to protest, to beg zoro for forgiveness but all words were lost on you as you found yourself at eye-level with your captain’s protruding boner. even through his shorts, the sight was enough to make you hold back a whimper. 

but you couldn’t. not like this. what kind of person would that make you?

“show me what a little slut you are, y/n.” zoro smirked. you felt your heat pulsate at his words. morality and reason told you one thing, but your body – the drool pooling in your mouth, the throbbing between your legs, the burning sensation of your skin aching to be touched – told you another. 

“c’mon, y/n, don’t be shy. ‘t feels so good when you have my cock in your mouth,” luffy coaxed. face hot with shame, you slowly tugged luffy’s shorts down, his thick length swollen red; you spared a glance at zoro while luffy’s hands gently grasped your hair, noticing his hand palming his own length through his pants. 

“put that mouth to good use now,” zoro spoke, his voice deep and commanding. 

obediently, you took luffy’s cock in your hand, squeezing gently as you licked and sucked softly at the tip. you looked up at the captain, admiring briefly the way his breath hitched, mouth agape as his eyes shut in pleasure. but luffy wasn’t one to let you tease or take him slowly; he was impatient and rough, and though you’d expected it, the feel of his hand pushing you forward suddenly still caused your eyes to tear. 

“she’s good, ain’t she luff?” the pair admired the sight of you, cheeks flushed, watered eyes staring up helplessly, mouth stuffed with luffy’s cock. “so good,” luffy slurred through quiet grunts. “t’s like her mouth was made just for this.”

“…and i bet the whore’s dripping wet,” zoro thought out loud. you could have sworn you heard a low moan escape his lips. “fuck, i need a taste.” 

your eyes widened at his words and a whimper definitely left your lips then, provoking a thrust from your captain that made certain tears fell from your eyes. 

you felt zoro behind you, his hands firmly grasping your ass after lifting your skirt. he didn’t bother to remove your panties, licking through the already-soaked fabric. you fought in vain to hold back the moans this sensation arose, evoking a slew of curses from luffy. you couldn’t keep from digging your fingers into his thighs, eyes weeping as you feel him deep against the back of your throat. 

if you could have, you would’ve pouted when zoro pulled back; though he only did so to tug your underwear down with his teeth, making his way back to your cunt slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of your thighs. you could swear that no other man knew how to use his mouth as well as the swordsman. and, god, did he love to use it on you, his cock throbbing as he grew intoxicated on the taste of you. 

you knew you couldn’t last long – you never did when zoro had a say – and you could feel your legs begin to shake as the swordsman spread your legs, giving his tongue a better entry. if it weren’t for his hands squeezing your ass so tightly they were bound to leave a mark, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up. 

“shit. let me finish inside her, zoro…” luffy grunted and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled out and zoro obliged, pulling away, leaving you so close to coming. his hands left your ass, but not without one coming down again with a rough slap. “what’re you thinking, pretty little slut? want the captain to stuff you full?”

“please,” you begged, nodding desperately as you stared up at luffy, dumbfucked and doe-eyed. the straw hat wasted not a second shoving his cock deep within you, his pace as selfish as ever as he sought only his own release. 

“she’s so fucking wet. shit feels so good,” luffy huffed, a grin tugging at his lips as he left you breathless. you couldn’t help but love the way he stretched you and the merciless pace with which he pounded into you. he was undoubtedly a selfish lover who knew no restraint, overwhelming your senses without remorse. 

“luffy, ‘m so close,” you moaned, your voice needier than you intended it to be; every inch of your body felt like it was on fire, your walls tightening around luffy as his cock pulses deep inside your wet heat.

“i’ll fill you up and make you come so good if you call me something else…” he teased, ecstatic at the sight of you whimpering under him. you didn’t 

“captain- fuck. please, captain.”

“you sound so pretty when you call me that,” luffy praised, pressing his lips to your cheek before quickening his reckless pace. his eyes shut in bliss and his breathing grew heavier as he reached his high, ​​the feeling of his hot cum pumping into you more than enough to push you over the edge. 

“thank you, captain.” you mumbled, a weak and whimpering mess. 

“thank you, y/n. you’re a sweet little slut.” luffy left a trail of kisses along your cheek as he slipped out of you, your pussy dripping with his seed, but even in your fucked out state you turned away when his lips came too close to yours. despite everything you’d done – all of the times you’d let luffy fuck you senseless – you’d never let him kiss you. that was, however small and insignificant, the one thing you wouldn’t take from zoro. 

this detail was not lost on the swordsman, who moved from where he’d sat admiring you drunk on luffy’s cock to press his lips to yours hungrily. it was far from a romantic kiss, but something carnal and possessive; a claim that you were still, and would always be, his own – even if he decided he wanted nothing to do with you. 

you could feel his hard cock pulsing against your thigh. “don’t think you’re done yet,” he huffed, pressing himself further against you before releasing his thick length from its constraints, leaking with pre and flushed red with the need to feel your walls tightly around him. “let’s put on a good show for the captain.” 

there was little more you could do than stifle a moan and nod pathetically in response. you didn’t know if you could take him, still far too sensitive from luffy, but you desperately wanted to feel his pretty cock inside you nonetheless. 

zoro pressed his tip against you and you groaned at the sensation. slowly, he pressed himself further into you though still without giving you the pleasure of feeling him stretch you completely. you wanted to beg him to move faster, but you were afraid all you would be able to do is mumble incoherences. regardless, you knew zoro was well aware of your desperation; the swordsman always knew exactly what your body desired, often before you knew yourself. 

a smirk spread on his lips as he leaned forward, biting gently at your earlobe. “no one can fuck you like i can.” he whispered. 

threat or gentle reminder, you weren’t given time to process zoro’s words before he thrust roughly into you, bottoming out without warning. zoro took only a moment to indulge in the familiar feeling of your soaking cunt clenched around him, hissing at the pleasure, before thrusting into you at a pace rivaling the captain’s in ruthlessness. 

the swordsman, however, was more precise, more intentional with his movements. he rolled his hips against yours, purposefully hitting all the places he knew would draw out the most sinful whimpers from your lips. 

his hands, too, moved along your body, touching you in ways that consumed your senses; cupping your breasts in his hands, toying with your nipples; inching one hand slowly down your torso as it found its way to your clit while the other moved to your neck, not applying any pressure but making your breath hitch anyway. no, he knew to wait until he felt your walls squeeze around him after his cock took a couple of rough hits against your favorite spot; until you let out a guttural moan cut short by his fingers tightening around your throat. 

“how’s my babygirl feel?” zoro hummed, pulling you into his arms as he repositioned you both so that you were seated on his lap. “think you can fuck yourself on my cock like a pretty little whore?” 

part of you wanted to shake your head, but you were too close to your climax to argue. holding onto zoro, his face buried in your chest as nibbled and sucked on your chest, you moved your hips against his, slowly despite yearning for the intensity of the swordsman’s thrusts. 

“look ‘t how you’ve got luffy fucking his fist just watching you. it’s no wonder he couldn’t keep his hands off a slut like you,” zoro said, feeling his warm breath against your neck as he left a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. 

“zoro, ‘m close,” you whimpered, a tight sensation growing in your abdomen as you bounced on his cock inconsistently, fighting to keep your thighs from giving out. 

“ride it out, baby, you’re doing so well.” zoro held your waist for support, restraining himself from fucking the lights out of you. if you couldn’t come on your own then that would be part of your punishment. 

“please, daddy, let me cum with you.”

you knew well that this word would flip a switch within the swordsman; that he would groan at the sight of your eyes pleading him to fuck you as you halted your movements. you knew well that his eyes would darken and he’d press your back against the floor again as he pushed your thighs up to your chest, thrusting into you hard as he neared his high. 

“fine. in that case, you’re gonna take every last drop of daddy’s cum. got it?” 

you nodded desperately, wanting to feel him empty himself inside you, shoving his cock into you mercilessly to make sure you didn’t let any of it drip out. 

“fuck. you might be a dirty slut but this pretty pussy’s still all mine,” zoro groaned, giving his last few thrusts before pressing his lips to yours. you held him close, legs wrapped around him, your body aching at the mere thought of him pulling out. 

he was right; no one could fuck you like he could – no one could make love to you like he could. but you’d been too much of a whore to think with your head (or your heart, for that matter) instead of your cunt. and you’d have to let go, sooner than later.

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[nixalegos]

Bargain with a Blonde

Continuation from HERE

Family names. Assumed or co-opted familiar mortal rites. Demons pretending to be kin, to care, to even have lovers. A quirk by all accounts. A lie, but true to them. This, Lady Monisha character or the supposed existence of a sibling something to take note of. Take advantage of later, possibly. For all her bravado, all her degrading coyness to ignore his offer and focus on the importance that was THEM, he stood still. Stock still. She posed herself a Queen. He was a professional. Manners, after all, maketh the man. His armor and cowl concealing whether or not covered elven ears pricked under his felweave at her barely audible whisper. "Isabella then." He spoke coolly, as if ice would not melt upon his tongue, even with her long dark nails, claws really, attempting to play the spicy game of 'made you look'. With only his mouth and jaw really on display, it seemed a difficult thing to prove where he might be looking from the other side of the circle. "You answered a call for negotiations, while you might not be bound to me, you ARE bound by the rite of calling." Dismissing her outright might FEEL great, yeeting uppity braggarts into the Nether like an overstayed drunk always did. But it wouldn't get him what he WANTED. And worse, the pure mortal heart would be wasted. It was after all, given in tribute as enticement, not as payment. "I want this deal to go through." He edified. "I'm not attempting to bind you, nor infringe on your freedom, not even harangue you over your means. If you have a price, state it, get something out of this trip other then being ogled at." He said while trying to keep his annoyance out of his voice.

@isabella-devereaux

[ciderwitch]

Wait, did I hear "Kabu kinks" because I'm down!

(I thirst for that fiery old man) *insert bad pun here about being hot and bothered*

You're darn tooting! Kabu - and Nanu to boot! 🔞

KABU'S KINKS

If you'd met him when he was younger, you'd have seen his more hot-blooded and intense self. He was more into quickies and fiery adrenaline-fueled sex after a battle. Outside of that, he was too focused on training and battling to take his time.

Now, he knows that patience can be its own reward and loves spending lots of time with his partner. He's into teasing and orgasm denial for both himself and his partner. He'll have you begging before he really gets serious and forces himself to hold out until you come first.

Bondage - Shibari, specifically. Kabu loves the precision and artistry of tying his partner up and puts a lot of value in the trust required for this. He is well-versed in a variety of knots and rigging. He wouldn't mind if his partner wanted to tie him up, too, though he would prefer not being suspended.

Sensory play! When he's got you tied up (or when you're just fooling around), he loves waxplay, ice, toys, feathers, and other sensations to heighten the sensory of intimacy. He wants to blindfold his partner and see how much he can make them fall apart. He's actually quite playful and tries to make sure intimacy is light-hearted.

Well-dressed kink. He's a classic man with classic tastes and he loves seeing his partner in something of good taste. Suit or dress, if you are done up the nines he just wants to get you home and make you a mess. Could tease this man at a league event or nice dinner just by the glances and quick touches you throw his way. Let it slip with that you're not wearing anything underneath (or that you have some of those ropes around you underneath your clothes) and some of that fiery nature might slip back in enough to have you on your knees in the bathroom!

Seriously, if you find the right buttons and push, you will find yourself shoved against the gym lockers with his cock drilling into you at absolutely unfair speeds. He'll be chastising you and talking mad dirty the whole time.

Not quite a daddy/master type or into punishment, but likes giving orders and doling out rewards.

It would embarrass him to admit this, but the idea of you playfully degrading him and/or financially domming him a little excites him. If you two discuss terms first and he trusts you, you could have this man getting himself off while you show off a new outfit you bought with his card.

KAHUNA NANU'S KINKS

I don't think Nanu would be a selfish lover. Nor would he be cold. He's just extremely careful about who he does and doesn't allow himself to get close to.

If you are one of the lucky few that reaches that point, you will find someone very dedicated to your satisfaction.

He's been in special forces and he's been around the world. He's met royalty, spies, soldiers, villains, and monsters... does he love it if you dress up? Sure! But his absolute favorite thing is casual intimacy. Seeing you comfortable with him and having a slow fuck on a rainy day together makes him very happy. His better mood when you're around is noticeable to everyone.

That being said...

He's got a possessive streak. Not as strong as someone like Emmet, but enough that he will not hesitate to pull you into a semi-public alley or beach-changing station and just have a quickie. Sometimes you wonder if he might actually want you to get caught by whoever was trying to take your attention away.

He trusts you. He also just wants to make sure everyone knows you belong to him.

Hard-core domesticity kink. He wants his partner to be independent and successful, but sprinkle in moments that show you care and he's gone. Jokingly tell other people he's your husband, make a holiday meal with him, wear a cute little apron, call the meowths your children... He is not a family man, never wanted to be and never thought he could, but something about the way you treat him like he deserves it makes him go nuts. If he was 10 years younger it might turn into a straight up breeding kink, but as he is now he just wants to bend you over the counter and let you know how he feels.

If you ever wore cat ears and a tail, you would catch him staring. His face would never betray how badly he is thinking about you wearing cat lingerie around the house and ignoring him.

Like, him begging to touch you or lend him a hand but you just open your legs and watch some porn and just looking at him with a smirk. He would never ask you to do this. You would only find out by accident if he was really drunk or left the wrong tab open.

He's not a selfish lover, but he really does love when his partner rides him. He'll still touch and pleasure them, he just likes to see how bad he's wanted, too.

Absolutely leers at you if he finds a new way to fluster you. Will not hesitate to do something in public because he knows how to be subtle enough to not get caught and embarrass you at the same time.

[sonnenreich]

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]

@kettensaege wondered : nasturtium, describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland . ⸻ born in the care of white witches, zeev had nothing to worry about nor to be afraid of. despite the skepticism he was loved and he absolutely loved his home. the place wasn't truly important, but the people were. the land itself, Scotland to be precise, wasn't much of importance for him, too. Most witches of the coven came from different parts of the United Kingdom and beyond, he considers himself more of a Brit than a Scot. He misses his home, more than he'd care to admit, but above all he misses his sisters.

@vcnenum researched : belladonna, how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ? ⸻ even though zeev can talk non-stop & listen to others all day long, he's comfortable enough in silence, too. since he's forced to live all by himself for quite some time he's got used to the silence. he's following his own thoughts for company. however, he'd always choose noise above quietness. sometimes, depending on what happened before turning silent, he might feel uneasy. it's when he knows there are things that need to be said.

@vcnenum researched : daisy, did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  ⸻ most definitely. zeev had been such a loving, open-hearted and social boy / young man. he still is, but it is tainted. / the day he pushed himself to commit forbidden magic to save his family.

@vcnenum & @nepnthc researched : lavender, how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,  how might one go about mending it ? ⸻ he may not seem like it, but he's not trusting anyone since his own family exiled him. the people he would have sacrificed himself for, throwing him away like he never mattered. he believes, if his own blood can betray him, so can essentially anyone. he like to keep people close though, act like a friend (or a lover), but in the end he's just taking advantage to meet his needs. gaining his trust is near impossible (but of course it'd be lame if it were truly). mending it tho? that's irreparable for sure.

@vcnenum & @vikasgarden researched : violet, how does your muse respond to betrayal ? ⸻ zeev is a silent river running deep, he's not one to let you know. but he'll get his revenge, sooner or later. one way or another. he's a sun eager to burn.

@nepnthc whispers : sunflower, what brings your muse the most joy in life? 🌻 ⸻ sunrises, rustling of pages, wind chimes, smell of burning alder wood, well made food, simple chamomile tea with honey, attention, being cared about, his sisters.

@nepnthc whispers : salvia, is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them?  how do they express that possessiveness, or lack thereof? ⸻ as of right now, he's not possessive at all. he knows people won't stick, they'll leave and they'll go on, just as he will. he wouldn't degrade himself to someone who needs another person. he's big enough for himself. he'Il not fight for anyone, his doors are always open. why should he allow himself to be vulnerable to betrayal? I can imagine him being obsessive, though.

@nepnthc whispers : poppy, what comforts your muse? ⸻ honey infused chamomile tea, the smell of lemongrass & honeysuckle, heavy sunlight, physical closeness

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : lotus, has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ? ⸻ not yet, but he's on a path that'll more or less lead to exactly that. he'll develop a new feeling of himself, the meaning of his life and what he wants to achieve. occupied with the repressed emotions of betrayal and hurt, he's quite silently suffering and that's usually bound to burst one day or another. question is what'll happen then? can't wait to figure that out fully.

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : edelweiss, what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ? ⸻ bravery isn't really an attribute he'd assign himself, but he isn't a coward, too. he had always protected his family, even though most of the time his sisters and fellow witches were more than capable of doing it themselves.

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : lily, how does your muse view their mother ? ⸻ mother issues incoming. abort abort. she'd been the most important person in his life - and has taken everything that's dear to him away from him. I guess you can imagine.

@vikasgarden sows : bay tree, does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ? ⸻ not at all, to both. he's still not quite sure what he truly seeks, probably acclaim the most and he wants to be right. he wants to hear that he'd been right in doing what he'd done. even though he loves pretty things, he's not seeking wealth or money. still, he surely needs to be idolized.

@vikasgarden sows : chamomile, what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  ⸻ he definitely turns stronger, but he also assumes you're at fault. depending on how relevant the pain is to the greater scheme of things, he'll either teach you what balance means to a witch - or he'll just not waste his time on you.

@vikasgarden sows : forget - me - not, has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ? ⸻ [ spoiler alert ] Playing around with dark magic is bound to come with consequences.

@vikasgarden sows : gladiolus, describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget . ⸻ something he'd told Enid recently: I remember Wren taking hours upon hours picking daisies just to knot them somehow into my hair. I found them days after!

[the-mad-closet]

The other polycule (either Ninja Storm or SPD)

I don’t remember what all I listed, so here’s some (and fill in any I missed my or just have fun 💕)

8, 9, 10, 14, 15, 16, (throw in 22 +23 if you please, you know me), 30, 39, 43, 58, 70, 77

I definitely added some, feel free to bounce and add between the two if your want!

SPD Emergency, babes! The "emergency" being the sex they need to go have right now.

8 - Cock warming, 9 - Mommy/Daddy kink, 10 - Bondage, 14 - Sadism/Masochism, 16 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionist, 22 - Praise, 23 - Degradation, 30 - Begging, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 43 - Uniform, 58 - During a movie, 70 - Gang bang, 77 - Giggly carefree sex

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8 - Cock Warming

Bridge hadn't meant for this to happen when he'd started projecting his fantasies, but well...

Jack pats his lap, thick cock poking out of his pants. "C'mon, babe, you know what to do."

Bridge makes a little noise, equal parts embarrassed and turned on. "Sir?" he asks softly.

"Be good, baby," Jack says, raising an eyebrow. Bridge complies without anymore hesitation. Jack kisses Bridge's neck. "Good boy," he says.

Bridge moans softly as he sinks down on Jack's cock. "Thank you, sir," he breathes.

Jack smirks. Bridge would be upset, but he's getting something out of this too. Bridge leans back, leaning against Jack contentedly. Jack hooks his chin over Bridge's shoulder and continues with his paperwork.

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9 - Mommy/Daddy Kink

"Mommy," Z whimpers as Syd pushes in once more. The pink dildo compliments everything about Z. She's beautiful like this, Syd thinks.

"M-Mommy," Z pleads. "Please, Mommy, p-" Syd hums, pushing in once more. "Please!" Z yelps. "Please, please, please!"

Syd smirks. "Pretty baby," she says. "Baby girl," she continues. She pushes herself up and straddles Z's stomach. She crawls her way up to Z's mouth and orders, "Suck, baby."

Z does without hesitation and Syd's smile grows. "Such a good girl."

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10 - Bondage

Of the five members of the relationship, Bridge is the only submissive bottom, Z is a switch, while Syd is a dominant switch, and Sky and Jack are both dominant tops. This normally works well. However, Syd is the only one who's comfortable enough tying Bridge up.

So, Jack sits in on their scenes when Bridge wants to be tied. Bridge is Jack's favorite boy. Why wouldn't he want to learn?

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14 - Sadism/Masochism

It comes as no surprise that Sky wants to hurt his lovers. Somehow Syd had known that from the very beginning. Bridge doesn't like pain and neither Z nor Jack are ready for that level of relationship, so Syd is the one who takes the brunt of that. "You're sure this is okay?" Sky asks time and time again.

Syd smirks and lays herself out on the bed. "Come on, baby," she says. "Mark me up."

And Sky is always helpless to comply.

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16 - Voyuerism/Exhibitionism

Jack likes to show off. He always loves it. He wants his loved ones on display, wants to put on a good show. He wants people to get something out of it. Z hates the attention, so they'd compromised on letting the others watch them.

"You're turning them on, babe," Jack whispers in Z's ear. She's facing away from them, Jack against the headboard and Z riding him. Jack can see the others. Syd's fingers a clenched in her lap, watching Z with a gaze full of rapture. Bridge's face is flushed, eyes glued to where Jack's cock is disappearing into Z's body, to her fluid muscles bunching and flexing as she spears herself on Jack's dick. Sky's eyes are on Z's ass, he swallows thickly. "They want to join us."

"Gah," Z whimpers. "Please," she begs.

Jack smirks, the grabs her chin and yanks her down into a kiss. "Give 'em a show, Elizabeth."

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22 - Praise/23 - Degredation

"Little slut," Syd pants, letting her body drop so Bridge's cock pushes inside her once more. "My favorite whore."

Jack pets Bridge's hair, playing with his nipples while Bridge gets his fingers wet. "Such a good boy," Jack murmurs. Bridge whimpers. Jack grins, wiggling his fingers.

Syd reaches over and gets her hands on Jack's cock. "I want to make him last longer, baby," she says, pumping Jack's cock. "Little sluts like him shouldn't come before their masters."

Jack smiles wickedly. "Shouldn't be too hard for a good boy like you, should it, babe?"

They're gonna kill me, Bridge thinks. Then: It'd be a good way to go.

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30 - Begging

"Please, please, please!" Z begs, down on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. "I can't," she gasps. "I can't!"

Sky hums. "I think you can," he says. "You can go one more, can't you?"

Z whines. "No, no, no!" she cries. "Please!"

Sky hums, tilting her face up with two fingers hooked under her chin. "You can do one more," he says. "Be a good girl. One more."

Z sobs, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Please," she begs. This time, it's for a different reason.

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39 - Intoxication/Drugged

No one ever said that loving an officer would be easy, but no one prepared Syd for getting absolutely railed when Sky got doused with some kind of chemical.

Syd moans, tossing her head back as Sky shoves his way into her body, forcing Syd down on his cock. "You like that?" Sky asks, a little growly. He's more aggressive, more loose, and Syd grins around another moan.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Harder!" Syd demands. "Faster."

Sky complies, shoving in and yanking out at a pace that shouldn't be physically possibly. "That's it, take it," Sky growls. "Take all of me," he demands, bending down to get his mouth on Syd's neck and bite down.

"Mm!" Syd yelps, biting pain and sparking pleasure. It's not much longer before she's done for, but Sky has her permission to use her as he sees fit.

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43 - Uniform

Z blushes, looking at the wall. It's not her fault Bridge looks hot in his uniform. Granted, Bridge looks hot in anything, there's just something about how neat he looks right before Z fucks him up. Or just fucks him.

"Bridge, baby," Z says sweetly.

Bridge freezes in the middle of buttoning up his collar. "Yes, Z?" he asks, faux casual.

Z smirks, already knowing she has him. "Come sit with me."

Bridge's shoulders tremble, his hands shake. He knows, and he's ready.

"Leave the uniform," Z commands. Bridge gains a bright pink flush and Z counts her wins.

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58 - During a movie

"Be a good boy," Jack murmurs to Bridge. "On the floor, suck her off."

They're in a movie theater. It's abandoned, but none of them care. Syd and Bridge had wanted to explore, and Jack had gone along to make sure they didn't get into trouble. Except, he planned on causing some of his own.

Bridge drops to his knees, eyes already glassy. There's a movie playing, one from the early 2000s. Jack thinks it's probably a Disney, Pixar, or Dreamworks film, he's not too clear on the animation styles. It's cute, whatever it is.

Syd lifts her skirt and drops it over Bridge's head, eyes falling closed immediately as Bridge tongues her through her pink, lace panties. She reaches over, grabbing Jack's shoulder. "Mm, yeah!" she gasps.

Bridge presses in deeper. With a soft moan, Syd grinds her hips against Bridge's face. Good boy he is, Bridge's hands haven't left his lap, but the leather creaks as his hands flex.

Jack smirks, dropping one hand on Syd's hip and squatting down next to his boy. "Be good," he says again, "and I fuck you once Syd's come."

Bridge moans, pressing deeper still and Syd gasps as Bridge fucks her quick through the lace. Jack smirks when her blue eyes glare accusingly at him. "No regrets," he replies.

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70 - Gang bang

Bridge is on his back on the bed, Sky's cock in his hole with three of Syd's fingers. Z's on his cock, fucking herself fast and hard. Meanwhile Jack's got Bridge's mouth stuffed with his own cock. The room is a cacophony moans and whines and half-formed, muffled pleas. Bridge has a cock ring on, so he's not coming before Jack says he can. Bridge, knowing this, has made it his mission to make Jack some now.

Jack dives back into Bridge's wet mouth, barely registering the yelp as Syd adds her tongue into the mix. Bridge bucks up into Z, who shoves down onto him with a loud moan as she comes, soaking herself and Bridge's stomach with her release. Sky's next, Z's pleasured moans and tossed back head spinning him wildly toward his own release. Syd licks up the mess that spills out of Bridge's hole. Jack laughs. "Syd?" he asks.

She chuckles. "I'm good, baby."

Jack laughs, then fucks into Bridge's mouth a little harder. "You wanna be hoarse tomorrow, babe?" he asks.

Bridge whines, little agreeing noises vibrating against Jack's cock.

Jack laughs. "Good boy," he replies, and thrusts forward once more.

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77 - Giggly carefree sex

Syd falls back on the bed with a giggle, looking up at Jack with sparkling eyes. "Come on, Jack," she teases. "Come have fun with me!"

Jack crawls up the bed with a low chuckle. "How do you want me, Syd?" he asks.

Syd thinks about this as Jack traces kisses on her collarbones and boobs, gripping them in his hands and kneading and squeezing them. Syd moans, pressing into his touch. "Just like this," she decides, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Just like this," she echoes.

Jack smiles, finally leaning up to capture her mouth. "You got it, babe."

~

@estel-eruantien

[microwave-core]

Yo, that Leon post was LEGENDARY, dude!!! If I kindly asked you to make the NSFW version of that, would you? 🥺🥺🥺

I can try, however I SUCK at writing smut. Dog-shit at it. We're talking my immortal levels of writing. I'm also very boring and don't have single dominant bone in my body. That being said, editing and refining goes a long way, so I'll try my best.

Starting off, he's a bit inexperienced, which I mentioned previously. He hasn't been in many relationships, much less been intimate, and he doesn't fuck without feelings. Prefers to take things slow and can get overwhelmed easily at first. That being said, he's a quick learner.

In general, I'd say Leon is a soft dom. He's caring and doting, if not a little shaky at first, but he learns quickly. He's kind of an unstoppable force in his regular everyday life, so being dominant comes naturally to him. Could totally be on the submissive side, though, especially if he's tired.

He's normally gentle, but he can also be rough. His touches aren't always feather light and experimental. If asked, or if he's just stressed out and/or pent up, he can be more aggressive. Normally, he lets off steam during a workout, but, hey, if it works it works.

Very attentive lover. He likes to take his time learning the ins and outs of what his partner does and doesn't like. From their big kinks down to which spots make them sigh in content when kissed. Willing to experiment, but has certain lines that he won't cross.

Big on praise. He wants to know he's doing a good job, that he's a good boy, and loves to return the favor. On the other hand, he hates being degraded. He's a bit insecure, honestly, so being insulted just kind of hurts. Kills his mood. If asked, he can try to degrade his partner, but he's not very good at it. He doesn't want to be mean to someone he loves so much, even if they're literally asking for it.

Speaking of things he isn't a fan of: pain. Leon has no real interest in being hurt, nor does he want to hurt anyone else. Boy is strong, so he's sure to be careful, even when he's being rough. At most, he could potentially be convinced to do some light choking, but even that might be a bit too much for him. He can leave marks, sure, but that doesn't mean he needs to inflict actual pain, right? Also, hates having his hair pulled, his scalp is very sensitive.

Okay, last "things I think Leon wouldn't be into", bare with me. He's not into anything remotely public. The rush he feels in public is not that of excitement, but that of pure dread and panic. He has a reputation, if anyone found out, he would die from sheer embarrassment, mainly because his family would find out. He'd never be able to look his mum in the eyes again out of pure shame.

He's much more lenient with nudes, even if leaks can happen. It would still give him a heart attack if anyone found out, but it's far more socially acceptable to be found exchanging steamy pics with your lover than fucking in public. Tends to lean more on the side of thirst trap then full on nudity. Wouldn't make a sex tape.

Doesn't usually jack off. Doesn't usually feel the need to. He has other outlets for stress relief that get the job done better. That being said, he is considerably needier when he's in a proper relationship, but, even then, it's still not often. He'd rather wait to get off with his partner then do it alone, at that point.

We're far enough in the post where I can just be honest. The first thing that I thought of when I read your ask, anon, is that Leon eats an insane amount of pussy. And he'd also suck an insane amount of dick. He's Mr. Bi King, after all. He just really likes giving head and is incredible at it to boot. Receiving isn't his favorite thing, though. It's not that he doesn't like it, of course he likes it, it just makes him feel a bit awkward.

Slight oral fixation.

The other thing that came to mind is that he has a breeding kink. I completely forgot to put it on the main post, but Leon really wants a big family one day. He loves kids, he's great with them, and is all around family oriented. And so, the thought of starting a family gets him off. Like, a lot. It's a little embarrassing for him to admit that, though. It doesn't even matter if he can get his partner pregnant or not, honestly. At the end of the day, it's about the sentiment.

Also, slight pregnancy kink. It just goes hand in hand with the above.

Aftercare king. At the end of the day, Leon is a very sweet and caring person, so it only makes sense to clean his lover up in the afterglow. He's all about gentle touches and massages for bruised marks and tender skin. Whether he runs a bath or settles for a wash cloth is entirely dependent on how tired he is. Cuddling and pillow talk is an absolute must.

In terms of stamina, he's pretty decent, and can usually push two or three rounds if he paces himself properly. He likes to edge himself, though, so he tends to last for awhile.

His dick is thick and so are his fingers. Do with this information as you will.

[sunlessea]

he's sweet, where the situation wouldn't necessarily call for him to be. it's terribly scandalous, this situation between the two of them ... and yet, even at his most scandalized, there's something undeniably kind in how he moons up at it, eyes wet and cheeks ablush. his ears fall back in embarrassment each time it either praises or degrades him, his own excitement palpable at the even mix of the two : he's only too happy to oblige in playing its whore, where in the same breath he bows to its commands as only a lover would. he likes hearing it purr, the further he pushes himself down to take the full length of its erection past his lips. he's accommodating as much as he is eager, tongue pressing hard to the underside of its shaft with every slow bob of his head down, then back up, then down again...

he takes his time, no matter how desperate he is to feel its cock throbbing inside of him. he likes the feeling of it, each time he feels the tip of its dick pushing into the back of his throat, and how nests moans above him when he does. his nails dig a little harder into its waist to keep him steady, tail taking its time to writhe back and forth 'tween teasing its wet slit and brushing along its balls : he can be attentive, even in the deepest haze of his lusts. there are only few times where he pulls back far enough to let its cock slip from between his lips, and when he does, spit follows in a mess of strings. and he never goes far, always lapping at the tip of it or stopping to tease at the separation 'tween its more sensitive skin. ironic, perhaps, that the faster his heart seems to race, the more he forces himself to take it slow. but never quite soft.

he is not gentle, each time he parts his lips again and sucks it down to the base of its cock, moaning around the girth of its length inside him. his own dick grows harder again from it, too, heat already rushing back to the base of his spine and abdomen the harder he feels its fingers gripping the loose locks of his ponytail. the ribbon's starting to fall out now, the more brutal it becomes in its ministrations... and he doesn't fight them at all, eagerly groaning for it to pull harder each time it guides his head back, forward, or jerks him down on its length again.

its cock feels so hot against his tongue, he can't help how eagerly he whimpers for the precum that starts to fall against his tongue. he'd touch himself too, if he had a mind to even think of it : he can't disobey or push too far ahead, when he's so enraptured by it to begin with. the way it curses and hisses as he starts to bob his head more quickly in time with its demands make him part his own thighs, lean his body further forward over it, practically begging it to shove its dick further down his throat. he isn't disappointed, the desperation with which its hips push forward to thrust it inside his mouth. he'd have cried out, had his mouth not been occupied. in the end, all he can do is whimper lewdly around it.

meeting its gaze is humiliating, and sultry, all at once. he feels like he wants to cry from the abject humiliation of this, because he knows he should feel deeply ashamed. but his tears aren't from anything of the like, nor how the blush almost seems to spread 'cross his entire body. if he'd been able to speak, he would've asked it to yank him down and start fucking him like this. good thing, then, he doesn't seem to need his voice to convey to it exactly what he wants, when he looks up at it exactly like a good whore should.

"mmhh--!!" his gasps are muffled by its cock, when it forces his head back down. any risk of mistaking his surprise for being unwilling is quickly muted by how loudly he can moan, when there's something keeping it otherwise contained. and he is, from the moment it starts to thrust up into his throat : loud, and eager, shaking from the tips of his ears to the base of his tail as it wraps 'round and squeezes its balls, the tip of his fur still flicking past its pussy in random, pleasured spasms. he falls into line and lets it take full control of him the moment it readies itself to do so. with nails digging into its sides, he all but chokes himself on its cock every time it thrusts, excitedly pushing himself down to the base of it until his nose hits flush 'gainst its abdomen each time, 'til the point he has to take a moment to break free and pant for air. never too long, though, until he pushes himself back down, slurping and lapping at his own spit and its precum each time he does.

the sounds become obscene the more desperate he gets, sucking 'round its cock harder 'til his cheeks are hollowed, drool dripping off his chin, moaning and whining for it to fuck him that much harder each time he feels its cock slamming into the back of its throat. he wants to be used : and maybe a mite beyond that, too. his dick is throbbing just the same, his own precum beading at the tip and falling like strings onto the ground 'neath his parted knees. the hard ground hurts, how his weight gets shifted, but he welcomes the feeling of the bruises forming 'long his skin.

he's so obedient, except when he isn't, in such small little ways. the more excited he grows, the harder he fights against the force of its pull on his hair trying to yank him up, desperately trying to swallow 'round its cock that much deeper.

oh, they'd both be hanged for this, had either of their opposing parties ever knew the truth. to have, supposedly, one of the greatest vampire hunters of their modern era drooling 'tween its thighs, able and willing to bark 'pon its command, there would be no excuse to be had for their depravity. none at least they'd bear listening to, even its own it can't imagine despite their countless other horrific endeavors would be all too fond hearing their lesser broods tales of salacious rendezvous, when it is their necks too on the line were it the more careless sort. even had it less romantic intentions, if it used his trust for more nefarious means and had tore its fangs so deep into his neck that they'd brush bone, it would only be scolded for its stupidity, if it were not like to be similarly devoured. there must inevitably be more than one well, north. even so ....

there's something so inherently arousing in how easily he falls into line, with nary even complaint towards its rather admittedly improper behavior. a few, of course, for interruptions ... but never for it acting on its urges, and much less for allowing him indulge his own, those few glorious moments in between. the way both their bodies shiver when one minute, two, pass in merciful silence save their laboring breaths, too, is exciting. it's the risk, and the reward : the delightful shudder that washes over them both, and how little goading it actually took for him to settle on his knees, eyes wide and cheeks beautifully flushed. it doesn't even have to ask for him to move closer, 'fore he does so willingly : its eyes narrow in gentle scrutiny—quiet acknowledgement of his acting without command—but it doesn't admonish him either. and why would it? when he's the only one that's taken to such intimate position between its thighs with unmistakable delight ; his hands feel soft, warm, and curious where his fingertips glide over the occasional notch in its skin. it likes this quite more than a bit.

" there we go, that's my good little whore, " it's really a shame after the ruckus they made, it can't take any unnecessary risks—it'd whistle sharp and low, if it thought it could get away with it. but in a house of wolves, a piercing too loud would have them all hunting down their mark ; too strange it'd make, a bird singing so late. so it settles with sultry purr to match the curl to its lips, fangs flashing in wicked smirk for all but a moment 'fore its tongue draws over them, swiping thin lines of spit from the sharpest points. its composure, it knows he's learned, is a well crafted mask, it would be hypocrite to scold him for the drool that slides off his tongue, when its near salivating itself just watching him. it'd always thought him beautiful, but something about him looking the part of pretty mess is enough to have its abdomen ache.

though it keeps a careful balance of the chaste and the depraved, there's nothing it can do that could take away the natural perversion of how it tests the head of its cock against his waiting tongue, and how all the while, he keeps his eyes locked 'pon its own. " that's it ... hold that position for me, " no amount of gentle carding of its claws through his hair, scratching just behind his ears would be polite enough for what follows ; before it tugs him forward with mouth agape just to slide its tip along the flat of it, no amount of eager and excited bristling enough with how it guides him by its fist in the tangles of his hair, pulling him further down its length and allowing it to feel how his mouth takes to it before he swallows. " just like that ... " its voice is no better than low, gravelly groan, how much it strains to keep itself quiet against its sensitivity—it'd fantasized for this for longer, as if mental imagery were ever enough to prepare it for the real thing, the thick, heavy lines of drool that fall from its shaft into his lap in gratuitous strings, and the deep, overwhelming ache that follows the heat of his tongue, even with him sitting politely still.

politely. it isn't blind to his own desperation, though, how much his body trembles in anticipation : of circumstance and permission. it'd almost think it funny, if it weren't so painfully hard—even his heavy breaths around its cock do plenty to leave its own thighs shaking, curling its fist knuckles-flush into his hair as it pulls him back off, watching the mess of spit and precum that follows as its head slips from his mouth. it doesn't let go of him, but it does settle a little more comfortably against his bed : spreading its thighs a little further apart as its free hand presses hard into the plush mattress below. really, it's a power trip—watching how openly he submits to something like it. " do you need it so badly? desperate little dog, " its tongue clicks, jerking him forward again with no more than a flick of its wrist. " mm ... i do like seeing you like this, come on then, be a good boy and show me exactly what that pretty mouth of yours can do. "

it doesn't think it needs to hold a reward over his head, this time—at least, in no immediate aspect, how readily he'd taken between its thighs, it isn't surprised in the slightest at how quickly he takes to it even now. even so, it doesn't fully expect how intensely he'd draw out every motion, the moment it said he could. its expression betrays it this time, before its body gets the opportunity to in its tension : eyes wide with swirling reds and blues, watching him in abject, erotic, slack-jawed fascination from the very moment his tongue curls around its head, to how swiftly he curls his fingers around the size of its length—every slow, careful pump 'round its cock leaves its breath shuddering, chest rising and falling in unsteady intervals. and that's only to start. it'd known itself to be inevitably sensitive, but how his tongue explores it so intimately is something near otherworldly : he slides his hand down, exposing just a margin more of sensitive flesh from where its tip peeks through, and in the process of gliding his tongue down from its head, it feels where one lap slips between narrow margin of taut and tender skin, and it has to keep itself from doubling over itself against the rush of pleasure that follows. it can't even begin to process the image of him trailing kisses up the length of its cock, how delicately his fingers curl around it and how steady his gaze holds compared to its own starting to waver; he must have thought about this a fair bit, at least—to move with such confident motion.

none of that though, is what has it swallowing down curses in favor of strangled moans falling from its lips : not the way the soft end of his tail brushes along its equally sensitive slit, parting it ever so slightly as it raises to flick its clit and moves higher still; not the way his tail curls around its balls as his tongue teases along its shaft, though they're just as swollen with heat as the rest of it, and every ounce of stimulation leaves its body alight with an indescribably pleasurable ache. its when he grows impatient, parts his lips, and swallows it down whole that has it shatter.

" f - fuck, fuck, fuck—! " it hisses between its teeth, grinding them hard in bitter attempt to keep its voice as quiet as it could. a million pieces and one, mentally—the immediate and shocking burst of pleasure, a gasp it can't quite catch as its body lurches forward and pushes its cock even further into his throat by result, the swell of pleasure that follows leaving it trembling from ear to end, even its grip in his hair starts to waver ever so slight, where it's body reacts so viciously. but what really leaves it hottest still is the sight of him, when it can bear to meet his eyes : the tears that catch on his lashes, expression caught somewhere 'tween equal parts sultry and outright pathetic, feeling his nose brush up against its abdomen, right where heat coils beneath—it lets him linger for a moment, if only to allow itself a minute to recover. but, as soon as he starts to draw back, pulling himself slowly off the length of its cock, its fist curls tight in his hair, and without warning, it yanks him down again.

he doesn't need to ask it twice. despite its initial shock and the trembling that still lingers 'cross its body, it doesn't need to be begged to be rougher. it expected a more gradual transition ... but who would it be to say no, when he asked it 'tween muffled moan, so prettily? its really only a minor adjustment from where it sits on the bed : shifting its hips forward just enough so it can thrust them up in time with how it pulls his head down the length of its cock, meeting him halfway each and every time. it's careful enough of course, to be mindful when his eyes seem a touch too blurred to just be seeing stars, to loosen its grip enough to allow him catch his breath and relent control of their pace. but he's a pretty thing to use, warm mouth and eager tongue, and he feels good too—no harm in making the most of it.

[mochikeiji]

jjk men when they hit the spot

↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

↠ Warning: heavy smut! minors dni! slight degradation with Gojo, overstimulation, dubcon, corruption, size kink

↠ a/n: this is my first attempt in headcanons since I'm used to writing fics often. Thinking of part two? Maybe. Enjoy!

• The meanest and absolute worse

• by meanest, i meant like the soft kind of mean. He's all mouthy with you, spilling out the dirtiest desires next to you while you're endlessly crying and shaking

• he's the worse because once he's gotten something interesting, best believe he's going to be entertaining that something until he himself is satisfied

• his mouth and hips are the cruelest combination enough to have you out of your right mind

He knows he's being mean the moment your eyes went wider when he continued his penetration inside you. Only this time he knows he's got a locked on target he's purposely abusing it without his pace faltering.

"S-satoru ah wait!"

No he doesn't even wait nor listens to you. Even with your hand weakly placed on his abdomen, Gojo just laughs breathlessly above you, watching your lips quiver out cries for mercy with your eyes screwed shut from the embarrassingly, hot gaze he's have on you.

"Why? Does it feel more better when I do this?"

Pushing away your wrist, he shoves both of the legs to your chest from beneath your knees. Positioning you in a deep mating press to plow deeper as he pants next to your ear, face scrunched in concentration at the vice grip you had on his cock.

"Hng! Stop! No ah— no more Satoru!"

"What's that, cupcake? You want more?"

The tip of his cock head bruising your sweet spot was too much, but you couldn't push him away from the position you were in. Even when your nails were scraping his back isn't enough in keeping him away. Only fueling and groaning out his desires when he feels himself pulse inside.

"M-mercy! Hah— PLEASE! Satoruuu!!"

Your moans slurring out with the string of saliva dripping from your lips when you convulse underneath him as the sheets damped. The whites of your eyes showing as they rolled back, limbs going limp as your beloved lover doesn't stop his torment with you despite sending you into the oblivion.

Even with you, Gojo was merciless.

"My poor baby, I must've been very bad to have fucked you all stupid for my cock."

You've already accepted your faith for tonight after catching a glimpse of the all too familiar glint in his eyes and crazed grin.

"Don't worry, little girl. I'll still be here destroying you all night."

• I wouldn't say he's as worse as Gojo is since they both share an equal amount of mischievousness

• But much like Gojo, when something catches his attention, you're going to have a lot of trouble getting him off of you once he notices you tense up at his subtle movements

• he'll become more taunting and playfully whining back to your own cries

• not really mean, but it sure is frustrating

• i need to add that Geto will definitely be looking at you with pride and lustful gazes as your body spasms beneath him

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Experimentally prodding his fingers in the warmth of your spongy walls, Geto bites back a smirk for when your hand flew to his wrist with a troubled look in your teary eyes. "What's the matter, sweetheart? You don't like it?" he snickers when your head falls back with a thump on your pillow, the two fingers buried deep in you massaging your sweet spot on point.

"J-just nngh not so much...Please Suguru."

As soon as you heard him hum, your body slowly relaxed assuming he wouldn't play unfair. Only to have a large palm placed over your tummy, fingers suddenly pummeling inside your squelching cunny.

"A-ack! Mm!!"

Shameful moans covered behind your palm as the other tried to yank Geto's wrist away from battering your poor cunt and spot. "Why are you pushing me away? And here I thought you were enjoying yourself." he licks his lips in desire, watching the creamy substance leak on the sheets and soaking his hand.

His fox like eyes traveled up to meet your dewy face. Your hand cutely curled below your chin as it no longer was able to be kept covering your delightful squeals. Mouth open with endless of gasps and whimpers flying out just for him left Geto wanting more.

"Heh, would you look at that. You must really be feeling it now, cutie." adding a third finger to the party, your body tenses, trying to accommodate the intruding digits inside your small cunny, his thumb circling the sensitive bud of your clit and having you slam down in bed.

"SUGURUUU!! NO!!"

Immediately moving his hand to hold your thigh open, he welcomes the messy, mind breaking orgasm with a hungry grin watching you clutch onto the pillow for you dear life, the blush darkening along with your hair framing your features. Shielding away the damaged he's left you with. 

"See, I knew you loved it. Didn't you, sweetness?"

• hands down the guy we all know has a corruption kink going on with his head

• of all the positions he's got you into, it just had to be one where he so enjoys knowing you won't be able to do much but just take, take and take

• you're just the right size for him wreck uwu

• he wants to be mean. He really does, but gosh he's just so in awe of your expressions and just praises you for being so so good to him

• was there a moment where Toji was actually soft? Yes, yes there is

Thick fingers fondling with your perky nipples carefully from behind, you don't know how much longer you'll be able to hold yourself up having the strong weight of Toji's thrusts push you forward down, reaching towards the deeper parts that has you now drooling on the sheets.

"You alright there, angel?"

It was so pathetic to not even respond to him. Mind all fuzzy, senses all focused on the massive length entering you from behind finally makes you drop forward if it weren't for his hands catching you. Noting how you were out of it, panting harshly. But couldn't stop himself when he sees how your eyes just seemed to look like they were in tiny hearts for him. "Seems like I overdid it." chuckling behind you, he kneads your breast together as your body slumps down in, his large frame dominating and easily holds every ounce of power from letting you escape from his agonizing pace.

"T-tojii..ah!" you cried when his fingers pinched both buds simultaneously, his thrusts accelerating until you were sobbing, babbling about how he's just so big and you want him to stop. But how could he when all you do was keep him in like you never want him to leave?

"Sweet girl, you're taking me so good y'know?"

The way his cock disappears and comes out with the thick, creaminess of your mess sticking on his length, your sobs increasing their volume when his thumbs rolled down in harsh circles on your bud had Toji biting roughly on your now tainted skin. Hands palming every where until one grabs a hold of his arm tightly, "Toji! Please! 'ts sensitive theree!" you feel his lips from your temple as he groans a breathy chuckle at the sight of your far out look. You were still so tight for him that he had no choice but to ram into you no matter how much the pleasure hurt.

"Shhh, just let me take care of you."

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[clouddd-hannn]

Girlfriend's Substitute 2

COUPLE: ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung x M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, Smut

WARNINGS: Misunderstandings, mentions of Woo fucking a girl, aggressive throatfucking, manhandling, overstimulation, virginity loss, degrading, fucking while cumming, choking kink, mentions of straight porn (only a lil bit), impact play (if you squint), slutshaming

SUMMARY: After that whole 'substitute' incident, it seemed that Wooyoung grew addicted to it...but you didn't want to ruin a relationship.

[ Reminders: You're two years older than Wooyoung which makes you a '97 liner. Yes, you're older than all the ATEEZ members.]

You were currently sitting in the kitchen, a slice of cake neatly placed on a saucer. Deciding to finally eat the cake, you took out a fork which you retrieved from the nearby container. You barely even had a bite when events from weeks ago began replaying in your head, making you groan as you placed your fork down. "Oh fuck, not again," you stated to yourself as you massaged your temples in annoyance, shaking the memories off your head as well.

It's been weeks after you 'substituted' Wooyoung's girlfriend by sucking his dick as his birthday gift. And since then, you might have continued doing it per Wooyoung's request, and you being you couldn't refuse so you just went with it. You wouldn't say you hated it, in fact you liked it. You just didn't want to admit it, knowing Wooyoung was only using you for his own sexual desires. That, and the fact that he already has a girlfriend.

For the nth time that day, you sighed as you buried your face in your palms out of frustration and anxiety. What if his girlfriend finds out? What's gonna happen to them? But most importantly, what would happen to me? You pondered as you used your palms to brush against your hair, frustration taking over your mind and body.

Initially, Wooyoung wanted to continue where you and him always left off but you told him to stop convincing you since that'll never work on you and that you won't ever change your mind. However, the very same male was stuck in your mind 24/7 and it doesn't help that he's casually wanking his dick somewhere in his bed while you slept.

"Hey."

"AHH!" You shouted out of pure shock before you looked at the person who tapped on the kitchen table, your right hand clutching onto your shirt before glaring up at the male. Maybe you were too into your thoughts that you didn't even hear the door open nor his footsteps.

The ravenette chuckled as he looked at you with a cheeky smile, annoying you. "Sorry, hyung. Did I scare you?" Wooyoung asked and you only gave him a look that gave off the answer to his question. "Right. That should be obvious," he added as he moved towards the other side of the table.

You watched him carefully, confused and puzzled. Why was he here? Wasn't he on a date with his lover? "Wooyoung..what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Haerin?" You asked the male who shrugged as he occupied the seat in front of you, grabbing the saucer with the cake on it and began devouring it as if he hadn't eaten for days. That was mine but whatever. You thought.

"Beats me. I told her to show up at the restaurant by 10 or else I'm leaving," he answered bluntly, making you gasp as you slap his arm lightly, the male looking at you with a raised brow as he took a bite from the cake. "What'd you expect?" He stated after he swallowed, looking at you after to hear your answer.

You shook your head in disbelief before slamming the table, scaring Wooyoung who flinched as he held onto the saucer, making him mumble a small 'careful'. "You're her boyfriend for fuck's sake," you started as you stood up and stared down at the younger male who didn't even look fazed at what you've said. Sighing, you continued. "Can't you be more of a gentleman? An ideal boyfriend at least? Or patient and—"

"Speak one more word and I'll kiss you," Wooyoung cut you off, his statement enough to make you stop talking as you huffed and sat back down on your chair, eyes still glaring at Wooyoung. With that, the younger smirked as he placed down the fork he was holding. "Do you not want me to kiss you?"

You smiled at the ravenette sarcastically and shook your head. "You're crazy if you ever thought I'd want you to kiss me," you responded as you roamed your gaze around the kitchen before it fell back on Wooyoung who still hasn't finished eating your cake. "Look, Woo. I know you don't swing the same way as I do, so can you stop giving me mixed signals?" You stated towards the other who raised a brow, making you sigh as you looked at the younger male. "Okay, I'll be honest. I'm starting to like you, but it's...worrisome. You're straight, taken, and you've never dated a guy before."

"And then? You can be the first and only guy I'd date. Wouldn't that make you happy?" Wooyoung stated with a smile before you sighed and scratch your nape in frustration. "What? It's true. I've dated girls my entire life but that doesn't mean I can't fall in love with you," he explained but you just groaned as you slammed your head on the table, making Wooyoung flinch at the sound.

You looked him dead in the eyes with your chin on the table and heaved out a breath. "Wooyoung, you can't be saying that especially when you have a girlfriend currently. It's the 'pleasure' that's influencing your thoughts, not your feelings. You're confusing your emotions with your desires," you stated, trying to put some sense into his head yet Wooyoung just rolled his eyes as he slumped down on the chair he was seated.

"Okay, I admit that I might be confused, but what's so wrong with a straight guy coincidentally falling in love with a gay boy?" He stated as he crossed his arms and looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed, you nibbling your bottom lip as you looked away. "You say I'm giving you mixed signals but it's quite ironic when you're the one who continues to suck my dick even though you told me it was just a 'one time thing'," Wooyoung added with a sly smirk.

Warmth began to dominate on your cheeks as you stood up from your chair and grabbed your phone that was placed on the table then spoke up. "You're just tempting, okay? I can't help it when you're seducing me every day. I'll go buy more cereal from the convenience store. You stay here," you instructed the male who frowned, placing his hands on the table as he wanted to go with you. "No."

Wooyoung frowned as he slumped back on his seat, defeated. The younger male's eyes gazed towards you, and the moment he saw what you were wearing (a baggy t-shirt and thigh shorts), he scrunched his nose before he rolled his eyes and removed the jacket he was wearing, walking towards you then offered the jacket to for you. "At least be wary of the stares you get every time you wear these kind of shorts."

"Stares? But, yeah. Thanks for worrying, I guess," you stated with a shrug before grabbing the red jacket, wrapping the clothing's sleeves' around your waist before getting your wallet. "Do you need something?" You asked the younger who was now wearing just a fitted sleeveless black shirt that perfectly hugged his form, accentuating the lines of his toned stomach.

Wooyoung just looked as you gulped at the sight of his body...before your eyes landed on his, the other male smirking as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, only I get to stare at your body, M/N," he teased, reaching his right hand out to pat your head which you just answered with an irritated glare. The ravenette clicked his tongue before he 'skillfully' led you towards the door. "I just want you back home with no scratches visible on your body. Be careful, alright?"

You were obviously shocked at the sudden concern, judging by how your mouth was slightly ajar. The other male just smiled before you lightly slapped his hand off of your shoulder as you got your coat from the rack and finally exited the house, hearing a loud 'goodbye' from the younger male. You ignored him and continued your way to the convenience store after closing your house's door.

A deep sigh left your lips as you wore your coat and placed your wallet in the left pocket. Wooyoung was showing you unwanted concern and it bothers you. Does his girlfriend know about his secret rendezvous? Is she doubting Wooyoung? No, that shouldn't be. She and Wooyoung should establish a strong relationship. They've been together for years and, if you and Wooyoung continue, you would ruin what the two have.

A sudden honk grabbed your attention as you let out a startled yelp, looking at the driver. "Watch where you're going, dimwit," the driver stated as he drove off farther away from you, making you roll your eyes before letting out a sigh, clearly annoyed.

Deciding not to pay no mind to it, you shook your worries away and finally continued your journey towards the convenience store. As you arrived, the automatic doors opened. "Good day, customer," the woman behind the counter greeted as she bowed while you responded with a smile and a curt nod.

-----

You adjusted the brown paper bag in your arms and entered your house. You were just about to call for the younger male when you overheard him yelling on his phone, probably on a call. "I told you to be there by 10! What's not so clear with that?!" Wooyoung shouted, you deciding to stop listening as you placed the things you've bought to their proper containers. But how could you not eavesdrop when Wooyoung was literally loud enough for the neighbors to hear him. "So now it's my fault?"

"And that's why I don't get myself tied onto someone else's fingers," you muttered to yourself as you placed your coat down on one of the chairs, doing so with Wooyoung's jacket as well. "Guess this is one of their—"

"Leave hyung out of this. He isn't the reason—oh, wow. She ended the call, what a great way to say goodbye. Some girlfriend she is," you heard Wooyoung's voice that originated from your shared bedroom, although a bit muffled.

I could say the same to you. What kind of boyfriend asks another person besides her partner to suck their dick? You thought to yourself before you heard footsteps come from the stairs. "Wooyoung?" You called as you placed the plastic bags somewhere in a drawer. You heard Wooyoung hum as he settled himself down on the sofa, placing his phone down on the coffee table. "Mind telling me what happened?"

Wooyoung pouted as he sat up and sighed, brushing his hair back as he shook his head. "Well, Haerin's being a pain in the ass. She told me she arrived there, but I wasn't there anymore. I told her exactly 10, and when did she arrive? 12 in the afternoon," he explained as he scooted to the left to give you some space.

"Well, there's nothing we can do. You just have to understand. Be a patient boyfriend," you answered as you sat beside him, getting your phone from your shorts' pocket and just scrolled through your Twitter feed, looking for some juicy tea.

"Hyung, should I date you instead?"

Surprised by the sudden question, you immediately turned to look at the younger male who seemed serious with his question. You blinked twice before you scoffed. "Wooyoung, please stop doing that. Look, you're handsome, sweet, and funny. Any girl would be lucky to date you," you responded with a sad tone, the ravenette noticing it.

"I already told you. I don't care if you're not a girl, to hell with it. I love you because you're you, you're M/N-hyung. I don't care if something dangles in between your legs--"

"Fuck, Woo! Don't make things hard for me, please! I don't ever want to fall in love with a straight guy, not ever," you shouted, shocking Wooyoung as he watched you stand from the sofa and watched as you made your way towards your shared bedroom with the younger.

Wooyoung could only huff as he covered his face with his hands. "You just had to, Wooyoung," he muttered to himself.

-----

Although you didn't want to show it, the younger male noticed how much you've been trying to distance yourself from him. Wooyoung could only accept it as he laid on his bed, regretting his life choices. Sighing, he sat up from his bed and you coincidentally entered the room, glancing at the male for a split second before retrieving your bag from your desk.

A small part of Wooyoung hoped you would mutter at least a single word to acknowledge his presence, but it seemed like he shouldn't have got his hopes up as you left the bedroom with a sour look and closed the door in a rush. "Maybe it's better this way," he mumbled to himself as he slumped on his bed, grunting in frustration.

On the other hand, you were just as distressed as Wooyoung. Of course, you wanted to say at least a small 'hello' or 'hey', but you decided not to, not when everything's the way you want it to be: you and the other male completely ignoring each other.

Even though you were ignoring him, you still had a heart. You casually cook food for him, telling him to eat with a small smile before leaving him on his own in the kitchen table. Without a choice, Wooyoung would eat the food you cooked for him with a sad frown.

Currently, you were on your way to meet with your friends, San and Hongjoong. You three planned to meetup since it's been a while. You called for a taxi and got in, telling the driver to take you towards the location. The ride to the place was taking a bit long so you busied yourself by scrolling through your feed.

You exactly had no business with Wooyoung but something in you was telling you to check his account...and so you did. So, you searched through your following list and clicked on Wooyoung's Instagram account, greeting you with pictures of him and his girlfriend. It was no doubt. Wooyoung really did love his girlfriend. I mean, look at that trophy smile. "We're here."

"Ah, right. How much is the fare?" You asked the driver as you locked your phone and placed it inside your bag, not wanting to look at Wooyoung's pictures again. You looked at the tariff and paid for the exact fare before you walked out of the taxi, muttering a 'thank you' towards the taxi driver who nodded as he left.

"There he is," San shouted as he walked over towards you, welcoming you with a hug before pulling away as he dragged you towards the restaurant where Hongjoong was waiting. "Hyung, you're late. Why am I not surprised?" The blue-haired male stated sarcastically as you pushed the doors open, letting San enter first before yourself.

You chuckled at his statement as he lead you towards the table where the giant minion was settled. "At least I know how well you know me," you retorted, Hongjoong greeting you with a wave as you and San sat down. "Hey, Joong."

Hongjoong smiled as he offered you a menu and began scanning through it. "What's the sudden meetup for, San?" Hongjoong asked the youngest male as he shrugged and smiled, showing off his deep dimples as he looked at you. "I don't like where this is going."

"Just wanted to check on, M/N-hyung. How's it living with Wooyoung?" San asked you, the smile on your face disappearing gradually as you slowly looked away, your eyes finding themselves on the menu as you tried to distract yourself.

Realizing what he just did, San pursed his lips as he received a slap to the hand from Hongjoong as he mouthed a 'read the room'. Hongjoong cleared his throat as he looked back at you. "Have you thought of what to order, hyung?" Hongjoong asked before you nodded and opted to show them a fake smile but was betrayed at how your eyes drooped down in sadness. "Forget Wooyoung. We're here to have fun."

"Yeah. That's right. Have fun," you stated as a wild idea lit up in your mind, looking back at the menu as you pointed at whatever looked delicious.

-----

Have fun, huh. You thought to yourself as you found yourselves inside a gay club, alcohol running in your system as you slumped down on one of the available couches, laughing at nothing in particular as you held the neck of a bottle, chugging down it's content in one go which earned you cheers from the various strangers that sat with you. "That was hot, kid."

You looked at the voice's owner then smirked, cocking your eyebrows before scoffing. "I know I'm hot," you stated towards the other male as you stood up and neared him, using your index to trace between the line of the man's exposed chest.

The man whistled as he looked down at you, making you lick your lips before winking at the man and retreated, leaving him hanging as you returned to the spot where your friends were in a clumsy manner, bumping into someone every time as you muttered a small 'sorry'. "Hyung, you're drunk," San pointed out as he helped you sit on an empty chair, Hongjoong looking at you worriedly before moving towards the left to give you space.

"I'm not drunk. Just tipsy," you drunkenly stated as you laid down on the couch and used Hongjoong's lap as a pillow. "You know, I'm glad this is a gay bar. Or else I would've fallen for another straight man. I don't want to go through another heartbreak just 'cause of it," you stated before finding the courage to stand up and climb the table, shocking both Hongjoong and San as they held your legs. "Fuck negativity! LET'S ALL HAVE FUN!"

Everyone shouted in unison as they all began dancing to the DJ's beat, you doing the same but on the table as you grabbed another bottle from the bucket but Hongjoong stopped you. "Hyung, that's enough. This isn't what we're here for."

You snorted as you slapped his hand away from you and stood back up on the table, using your teeth to remove the bottle cap, smoke appearing as you yelled at the opened bottle, drinking it's content every once in a while. "Have fun. Loosen up, will you?"

And maybe because the two followed your advice that they also found themselves banging their heads to the beat, alcohol manipulating their actions as they joined you on the table, falling off once...but you all just laughed as you held your stomachs.

Maybe it was also the alcohol that you've found yourselves totally wasted, sound asleep on one of the couches. You groaned in pain as you felt that familiar pounding in your head. "Fuck," you cursed as you sat up from the couch, feeling yourself trapped in between two persons arms: Hongjoong and San who were still sleeping. "Shit. I shouldn't have drank too much."

Slowly, the two  stirred awake, having the same reaction as yours, whining before finally deciding to sit up as well. "Remind me to never follow your stupid advices," Hongjoong spoke up as he slowly stood up from the couch, one hand holding his forehead as he called for Seonghwa.

"Really, what happened with you and Wooyoung?" San asked but you avoided the question as you stood up and pursed your lips.

"Nothing."

------

Upon arriving at your shared house with Wooyoung, you instinctively looked for the ravenette. Surprisingly, it seemed like the boy has left. Not that you did care anyway. It wasn't like you wanted him to break up with his girlfriend, right? You sighed as you decided to give up on the idea and left your shoes by the entrance, entering the threshold to drink some ibuprofen.

You walked towards the cabinets, looking for the said pain killer before closing it back. Popping one out of its socket, you got some water and drank the medicine to try and soothe the pain that has been giving you an agonizing pain. "I'm never getting myself drunk again," you muttered to yourself as you sat down on the floor, fishing your phone out.

What surprised you was a message from Wooyoung. Right, you were drunk as hell last night that you forgot to message the said boy...or did you? Deciding to check the message, you clicked on the notification, and what you saw made you embarrassed of your drunken self, feeling your cheeks become warm.

You: heyy booo

You clearly remembered messaging someone, but you couldn't quite recall who it was since it was a blur. At least now you were certain of which person you've contacted. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" You stated with a little huff before finally looking at Wooyoung's messages.

desert fox 🦊: hey, hyung

it's already late at night. are you coming home?

1:32 AM

ah, seems like you aren't. i'll be sleeping first. you might be drinking with san and hongjoong-hyung

What? Did he wait for me? You thought to yourself before biting your lip out of pure anxiety. Deciding not to think to much of it, you sighed and locked your phone placing it down on the table as you massaged your temples to ease the pain you were feeling in your head.

Now's not the time to think of Wooyoung. He's currently the least of my concerns as of the moment. You thought to yourself. You needed something to somehow lessen the dizziness—

You stopped, eyes landing on the pot that was placed on top of the stove. Curious, you stood up from your chair and neared it to see a yellow post-it. You took it and began to read it's contents.

Hey, hyung. I figured you'd have a major hangover when you come home so I made you a hangover soup. I'm the best at it. I hope you enjoy it. See you.

— The best dongsaeng ever

You chuckled to yourself as you crumpled the piece of paper and grabbed a spoon, dipping it on the soup to sip a little. Smiling, you nodded. "Not bad."

------

Currently, Wooyoung was lounging in his girlfriend's sofa, looking at his phone as if he was waiting for someone to message him. The two planned on watching a movie together as a late 'date', considering how their last one was...meh.

Haerin saw what Wooyoung was doing so she sighed as she neared her boyfriend and grabbed his phone. "Ya—hey! What are you doing?" Wooyoung stated out of pure anger before sitting up, looking at Haerin whose other hand was holding a bowl of popcorn.

"We're on a movie date. You should put all your attention on me, not on your phone. Besides, your girlfriend is in front of you, who else are you waiting for?" Haerin stated as she sat down beside the ravenette and placed the bowl down on the table. "What should we watch then?"

Wooyoung pursed his lips before shrugging, not really much into anything. "You can pick. I'd watch anything you choose," he answered before grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth, earning him a chuckle from his girlfriend.

Haerin tied her brown hair up before deciding to watch a steamy movie. Well, she hasn't been laid for almost a month and she's been craving for her boyfriend. Who can judge her?

As he was told, Wooyoung paid attention to the movie, already knowing his girlfriend's intentions. As the movie progressed, the ravenette noticed how Haerin has become more handsy, placing her hand on his thighs or on his arm. Normally, this would turn on Wooyoung, but there's just something missing...but what? Was it because she wasn't you? Or was it just because he isn't in the mood?

Either way, he sighed as he grabbed the empty bowl and stood up from the sofa, deciding to get more popcorn. "Please focus on the movie. What's the use of putting one on when you're not even watching?" Wooyoung stated, confusing his girlfriend as she crossed her legs.

With a raised brow, she spoke up. "You used to like me being clingy. What's the matter, Wooyoung? Is something bothering you right now?" Haerin asked you as she looked at the male who turned back around after placing a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

"Your perfume is too much. The scent sticks to my clothes," Wooyoung answered as he placed his hands inside his jacket's pockets. "M/N-hyung's nose is sensitive," he continued with a small frown, making Haerin scoff as she crossed her arms.

"What? Isn't that the guy you're living with?" She asked the ravenette who pursed his lips before nodding in response.

"Yeah."

With that, Haerin rolled her eyes and stood up from the sofa, nearing Wooyoung. "Is he also the reason why you can't even meet me once in a while? The reason why you also ditched me yesterday?" She asked the male, voiced laced with venom as she glared at her boyfriend.

"Hyung's an important person to me too, you're not the only person in this world that I treasure. If you can't have that, just deal with it," Wooyoung retorted in a calm voice which only added fuel to Haerin's anger.

The girl gasped in disbelief as she placed a hand on her chest. "Why are you siding with him?! I'm not your girlfriend for nothing, Woo. I—"

"Don't call me that," Wooyoung stopped Haerin as he looked into her brown eyes. "Only hyung gets to call me that."

Now this seriously ticked off the brunette. What are you to him anyway? And what is he to you? It's not like you two are lovers or anything, not even partners. So why exactly is Wooyoung so attached to you? "What the hell? Wooyoung, what is up with you and him?" Haerin asked, eyebrows furrowed as she looked for some kind of answer in the male's eyes.

As soon as she said that, the microwave suddenly 'ding-ed' which meant the popcorn was now ready. "Popcorn's here," Wooyoung stated, changing the subject but the brunette wasn't having any of it. She needed answers. NOW.

"What the heck?! Wooyoung! Stop changing the subjects," Haerin shouted before she saw Wooyoung flinch, the male sighing as he placed the bag of popcorn down on the table then held his girlfriend's hands.

Wooyoung gulped. "M/N-hyung's just a friend to me, honest. Why are you so worried about this matter? I just do care for him since he's the owner of the house and it would cost me a lot if he decided to kick me out," he answered, his words half meant before deciding to hug the brunette.

Haerin chuckled before retracting from the hug and held both of Wooyoung's cheeks, pulling him towards her as she kissed him passionately. Somehow, that usual spark had not shown up in Wooyoung's current feelings. Was it slowly fading away? "Hey, keep your attention on me," she joked, as she smiled, Wooyoung putting on a fake smile as he picked her up.

It has been weeks since you and Wooyoung last 'let it off'. Maybe...that's what affected his reasons now. But besides that, she was his girlfriend after all. She was the one Wooyoung had sex with first before you...well, you only sucked him off but that counts.

So why would you care when you straight up rejected him anyway?

------

That afternoon, Wooyoung woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, making his empty stomach growl as he sat up from the bed, hair disheveled, and hickeys scattered over his chest and neck. Smacking his lips twice, he got out of the bed in only his boxers and wore the sweatpants he had on that morning. As soon as he was done, he grabbed his phone in the night desk then walked outside of the bedroom, and saw someone cooking in the kitchen.

Smiling, he approached the area and was shocked to see...you? "Afternoon, Wooyoung," you greeted with your usual sweet smile, wearing a pink apron and one of his clothes. Thinking he was hallucinating, he blinked his eyes and scrubbed them, only to see that it was Haerin who was there. "Had a good sleep?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess," he answered with a small smile before checking his phone to see if he had any messages from you. And he was right.

[indent] hyung 😇

thanks for the hangover soup

It was a simple gesture, but it sure made him smile. Noticing his silence, Haerin turned to look at Wooyoung. Annoyed, she neared the male and grabbed his phone and saw that it was you. Wooyoung had no second to react when he saw the brunette block you from his contact list. "There, that should do it."

"What the hell, Haerin? What is up with you?" Wooyoung stated as he retrieved his phone and saw that she indeed blocked you. "Ugh, whatever. I'm going home. You're back at your annoying behavior again."

"What do you mean 'going home'? I'm making us lunch. And what annoying behavior? I—"

"Remember that one time when San came here with me and you were too dismissive for his liking that he had to leave? You're doing the same thing again!" Wooyoung stated, before turning his back towards the female and walked back to the bedroom where his clothes were scattered.

As he gathered his clothes, Haerin entered and frowned. "Wooyoung, don't just leave me all by myself," she pleaded as she watched the said male wear his clothes, ignoring the girl as he placed his phone inside his pocket. "Are you listening to me?"

"I'll call you later, okay?" Wooyoung answered before placing a peck on his girlfriend's forehead, then left the bedroom to head towards the front door.

Meanwhile, you were eating a homemade honey mustard chicken salad with San and Hongjoong (who went to your house just to get some hangover soup that Wooyoung had made). "Why are we watching this movie again?" San asked as he swallowed his chewed up food.

'Toy Story 3' was playing on the TV and although you three intially wanted to watch Doctor Strange, you chose Toy Story 3 which you still haven't watched. "I still haven't watched it. And it's quite nostalgic too in a way," you added as you took a spoonful of the salad, stopping mid-chew as you three heard the door open.

"I'm ho—?" Wooyoung stopped in his tracks as he saw San and Hongjoong who were sitting comfortably on the couch, eating salad. And of course, because he saw you too. "What's going on?"

San was just about to reply but you stopped him by shoving his spoon inside his mouth, letting Hongjoong do the speaking. "We went drinking last night and we heard you made hangover soup for M/N-hyung, so we stopped by and drank some. Hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. It was mainly for M/N-hyung though but yeah sure, whatever," he stated, nearing San to get a bite of the salad but he had to look at you once he heard you sneeze. It was quite loud which made San and Hongjoong flinch in their seats.

You looked apologetically at the male then smiled. "Sorry. You're perfume's just too sweet to my liking," you stated, pinching your nose to block the smell. Wooyoung nodded before moving away from you three, heading towards your shared bedroom. After making sure he had closed the door, you let go of your nose and sighed.

San, as the nosy and annoying friend that he is, decided to ask you what was going on. "Hey, hyung. What is up with you and Wooyoung, really. And this time, no ignoring and changing subjects. We're your friends for fucks sake, we're here to help you, ya know?" San stated as he patted your shoulder, smiling reassuringly as he placed down his bowl on the coffee table.

Knowing you had no other choice and no chances of escaping San's curiosity, you sighed then nodded after taking another bite of the salad. "What I'm gonna tell you is quite shocking, so whatever you do, do not make any sound since Wooyoung's just inside the bedroom," you instructed the other two who nodded as they neared you, trying to hear your story even better. "Okay, remember when San told me about Wooyoung's birthday and that I didn't know?"

"Yeah," the two answered almost immediately, making you chuckle in your mind.

Then, you continued. "Well, just a day before his birthday, I decided to give him an advanced birthday gift, and it's quite not what you think of," you started, making the other two nod as they prompted you to continue. "I told him it could be anything and he took it literally. He asked me...if I could blow his dick."

You've whispered the last part which made Hongjoong and San lean closer. "What was the last part? I couldn't hear properly," Hongjoong stated as he scooted a little towards you, San doing the same.

You nibbled on your bottom lip before answering in a meek voice. "He asked if I could suck his dick...and so I did," you stated. You actually waited for a few seconds to see what their reactions would be and to your surprise, they did not do anything. If anything, they stayed there, seated in silence as they pondered, as if they were confused.

"Are you telling him?" Hongjoong asked San who shrugged, nudging the former who did the same. Now this made you even more curious. What is up? What's happening? Noticing your questioning face, Hongjoong looked at San before looking at you with a sigh. "I don't exactly know if you'll take this as a big deal, but that's exactly how Wooyoung and Haerin met. Haerin was just a random stranger Wooyoung saw in a bar."

You didn't exactly know why but it seemed like your head was now filled with anger. What right did you have though? Playing with you might've just been funny to Wooyoung, seeing how you've always been so compliant everytime he asked you. "Hyung?" San called out, snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked at the male who was frowning. "You good?"

"Of course. Why don't we finish the movie instead?" You stated, changing the subject as you placed your attention back on the TV.

-----

It was now currently dark outside and you were still settled down on the couch. San and Hongjoong has left hours earlier after you've assured them that you'll be fine. The TV was now turned off, the screen black as you saw your own distraught face on it. You brushed a hand over your hair before looking at the bedroom door. Ever since Wooyoung entered there, he still hasn't exited the room.

Deciding to see what he was doing, you stood up from the couch then walked towards the bedroom, opening the door before walking inside. There you saw Wooyoung, half-naked, back turned to you as he styled his black hair in his vanity table. It seemed like he didn't notice your presence as he hummed to a sweet tune.

You were just about to call him when you saw his back and biceps, red scratches and purple marks. Ah, so he was with Haerin. I want to keep him to myself but I'm not in the position to do so. You thought. The purple marks were evident and were littered around his neck and shoulders, the claw marks on his back...it seemed like someone had enjoyed their session.

"Wooyoung."

Hearing your own voice call his name made you flinch. You didn't exactly know where it came from, you were actually planning to just ignore him but I guess fate had other plans. The aforementioned stopped whatever he was doing and turned to look at you with a cold expression. You gulped, looking away from him before shaking your head. "I...uhm, you look good."

You cursed yourself in your mind, rolling your eyes before brushing off that awkward tension and sighed. Maybe there was something going on with the younger male that he just ignored you and looked back at his mirror. "Great, cool," you stated as you walked up to your bed, trying to hide the fact that you were hurt from seeing Wooyoung ignore you.

A little part inside you wanted to ask him of he was going somewhere, but your pride and ego got the best of you as you laid there in silence. You gulped, hearing him look through his clothes. He's probably going somewhere but where—

"Oh, Haerin?" Wooyoung suddenly spoke up after he answered his phone that started ringing, giving you the answer. He was going somewhere with his girlfriend. "Yeah, I'm sorry I lashed out on you earlier. Of course, yes. Don't worry, I said I'm the one buying, okay?"

With that, Wooyoung walked out of the bedroom and you were left in your bed, wondering what the hell are those two gonna do? Sighing, you tried to clear your mind and decided to have a good night's sleep.

The next morning, you woke up with a better day than expected. You actually thought it'd be sour considering how Wooyoung ignored you last night as if you were a complete ghost. Maybe he's just giving you a taste of your own medicine, you were doing the same thing to him weeks ago. "Oh, real mature," you muttered to yourself as you got up and decided to finally take a bath. You were too caught up with the whole 'Wooyoung' incident that you fell asleep without taking a shower so you felt pretty icky.

You walked up towards your dresser and got your bathrobe, getting your towel as well that was neatly hung on a hanger. Then, you set forth towards your bathroom and finally took a bath to somehow forget about Wooyoung and his little antics.

Calm music was playing from your phone as you readied the bathtub, placing a good amount of liquid bath soap inside as water filled the tub. As you waited, you hummed to the music while placing your towel on the hanger bar, along with your bathrobe.

As soon as the tub was finally filled enough with soapy water, you undressed yourself and dipped yourself inside the bathtub, sighing in satisfaction as you felt your tense muscles relax from the warm bath. You didn't exactly know why but your own mind began to wander back to Wooyoung.

You lowered yourself down, the water now reaching your mouth as you blushed at the memory of you sucking his dick. What was holding you back from accepting Wooyoung's feelings? Sure he was straight but he already proved that he did like you.

Frustrated, you dipped your head on the water to clear your thoughts as you shouted, masked by gurgling sounds that came from the water.

-----

It was quite silent without Wooyoung in the premises. It's like the whole place was enveloped with nothing but pure silence, too deafening. It's quite ironic. You could only groan as you looked at the television and saw your own reflection, frowning when you saw how puffed your cheeks were. Although, Wooyoung really loved them.

"What the fuck?!" You whisper-shouted, eyes widening before you decided to slap yourself. You were just about to slap yourself when suddenly the door creaked open, hearing a small 'home' come from none other than the guy you were just thinking of.

Worried about his drunken state, you neared him and supported the ravenette towards the couch, the smell of his alcohol-breath making you cringe as you placed him down. "You're totally wasted. Who were you drinking with?" You asked the other male before grabbing a cushion for Wooyoung to put his head on, moving him so he was laying down on his side.

The other male just hummed as he snuggled towards the soft cushion, you sighing as you went towards the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water for Wooyoung to drink. Just as you turned to walk back towards the ravenette, his words caught you off-guard.

"Y-You're the reason..why we broke u-up..it's you," Wooyoung stated, cutting his sentence short before you felt your hands run cold as you dropped the glass. They..broke up? You thought, panic coursing through your veins. Haerin and Wooyoung broke up because of you? That doesn't seem right. Does she know? Did she find out?

Going into a state of panic, you bent down and picked up the broken shards, not caring if some of it dug into your skin and wounded you. You deserved to be hurt after you ruined what was supposed to be a long-term relationship.

You swallowed, not knowing what to do as you looked at the younger male who was now fast asleep. You bit your lip anxiously as you took out the first aid kit and tended to your wounds that begun to stung.

Feeling guilty, tears started dripping from your eyes as you used your unwounded hand to wipe away those salty tears. But there was no use. You can never bring back the past and tell Wooyoung 'no'.

-----

When was the last time you and Wooyoung ever talked to each other? Was it already over a month? Because to the ravenette, it sure felt like it. You two barely even engaged in conversations, not even in the kitchen nor in the living room. Even before going to sleep. You'd just mutter a small 'good night' and that's it.

Okay, maybe it was his fault. He did ignore you when you were trying to talk to him, even going as far as mentioning Haerin in front of you after clouding your thoughts with his confession. You did talk once in a while but it was always because of fees and food, nothing else.

Wooyoung would love to talk to you but after what he did, he's pretty sure you'd grow distant. Maybe things would've been better if he had not confessed to you. "Wooyoung," San called towards the boy who immediately looked at the boy whose hair was now dyed pink. "Not to be a bitch or something, but what you did was a dick move."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he groaned, brushing his hands over his face. "I already know that. And you just had to tell him how Haerin and I met. It was different, okay? Hyung...M/N-hyung is different. He's unique. I was drunk when I asked Haerin, but I was totally sober when I asked hyung."

"I get what you're trying to say, Woo. But I also understand where M/N's going. I mean, you're straight and have probably fucked only girls in your life," Hongjoong stated as he stroked Seonghwa's silky hair, the boy sound asleep on his lap. "Just give him time."

The ravenette could only sigh as he slumped down on his seat, not exactly knowing how to reconcile with you. "Wait, wait. You like him? Like for real? Like, like like. You're not just in it for the blowjobs, right?" San asked the younger male who glared as his answer, the pink-haired male pursing his lips as he now fully know the answer.

"I'm not just 'in it' for the blowjobs. I don't know, I kinda just liked him. M/N-hyung's very kind and caring, but dismissive in some ways. I just want to keep him for myself. He's like a tiny, adorable boy that I want to keep in my pocket. It's not much of a reason, but I do like hyung. More than you can imagine," Wooyoung answered as he crossed his arms, a smile evident on his face. "I don't know how I developed feelings for him, but I do like him. He treated me like the way I wanted to, the treatment I deserved. Haerin...well, she's toxic."

San scoffed as he pointed at Wooyoung who raised a brow, the former suddenly remembering how the girl made him leave her house. Then, Hongjoong looked at the ravenette and chuckled. "Woo, I'm pretty sure M/N-hyung also likes you, he's just scared to admit it. He's fallen in love with various of men already and almost all of them were straight. I can still remember how he cried so much once after finding out his crush had a girlfriend."

Wooyoung could only nibble on his bottom lip as he thought of you, not wanting more but to just see you happy again. "I...I'll make things right with hyung. I don't care if he rejects me, I just need to tell him my most sincere feelings. I want to show him how genuine I am."

"Yeah, go get it!"

"That's the spirit."

Well, I guess you could say that it was easier said than done. The determined ravenette finally went back home to finally confess his feelings to you, but as he stood at the living room, he realized just how nervewracking this was. He could feel his hands become clammy, his mouth caught in a twist, and his tongue tied.

In the middle of the room, he stood there like a statue.

Although, it wasn't until later when you finally exited the bedroom, eyes focused on your phone as you went down towards the kitchen to grab some chips to eat, did he finally breathe. You had not even realized Wooyoung was there. The guy could just stand there as he watched you trudge towards the cupboard to grab some chips. But it was now or never.

"Hyung," he called out as he fiddled with his fingers, taking a step closer towards you, noticing how you stopped at that same spot, hands occupied with the chips and your phone. Taking that as a sign to continue, he added. "I know that my confession was out of place but all of it was true. I really do love you and it's no lie. I truly am genuine."

The ravenette took more steps closer as he watched your back slowly rise up then back down. "I was a jerk for doing this whole sexcapade when you knew I...was still in a relationship with Haerin. I've heard from Hongjoong-hyung about your past crushes, and although I'm straight...well, maybe. But, I promise you that I will never hurt you and I will protect you from everyone who tries to harm you, like you do with me."

With that, he finally took up the courage to finally stand directly behind you and smiled. "I don't care if you reject me...but I hope you don't. Fuck with what I said earlier, I just really want to be with you," he stated with a small pout, hugging you from behind which caught you by surprise as you broke free from the hug and turned to look at the male, removing the airpods that was attached to your ears. "Ah..."

"Wooyoung, what are you doing? When did you come home?" You immediately asked the other male whose eyes twitched in annoyance, now realizing he just confessed to the silent air and you have not heard a single word that he just said. "Hey, are you okay? I can call San and--"

"No! I...don't need San and Hongjoong-hyung. All I need right now is you, hyung," Wooyoung stated as he hugged you, your eyes growing wide as saucers as you stood there, not knowing what to do. "Hyung?"

You gulped. "B-But, Wooyoung-ah..aren't you angry? Because of me, you and Haerin broke up. I can still vaguely remember how you ignored me and told me the next day that I was the reason you two broke up," you questioned, making the ravenette raised a brow as he backed away and snapped his fingers.

"Oh, that. Well, I guess you misunderstood. I was drunk, and was pretty tired, I forgot to explain everything. Haerin didn't break up with me, I broke up with her because of you," he answered and you were just about to retort but Wooyoung stopped you. "Up, up. Let me continue. I broke up with her because I wanted to be with you. Because I like you," he added.

Pure shock was evident on your face as you looked up at the male, cheeks growing warmer as you looked into his eyes. His eyes held sincerity as he smiled, tears forming on the corner of your eyes before it began dripping down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly, placing your head on the younger male's chest. "You're such a bad guy."

"Nah, it was becoming quite toxic anyway. I did love her, but...guess her toxicity made me fall out of love for her. Don't worry about anything, okay? I'll be with you and be your support until we both die," Wooyoung stated, earning a chuckle from you as you sniffed and wiped your tears, the other male placing his hands on your cheeks as he raised your head, observing your sweet smile. "There it is."

"You're back again with your exaggerations. But, how do I know you're sincere and not lying?" You challenged the male who smirked as he trailed his hands down towards your waist, feeling shivers go down your spine as he did. "H-hey..."

The smirk on the ravenette's lips grew wider at your reaction before he leaned close towards your ear and whispered. "I don't do words. Why don't I show you instead?" Wooyoung stated as he placed a lingering kiss just below your earlobe, your cheeks going warmer at the sweet action. "Hm?"

In all honesty, you wanted to back out but you've wanted this for so long. You've always wanted Wooyoung so why were you planning to back out? Courageously, you placed a trembling hand on his crotch, massaging his already hard cock as your answer. "You...you're really a bad guy."

"If you say I am, then I am," Wooyoung whispered huskily into your ears, his kisses trailing down from your lobe then towards your neck. Every single spot that he kissed made your body tingle, as if bells were ringing in your ears.

A small whimper slipped past your lips as your hands found it's way on the younger's shirt, holding onto it tightly as if your life depended on it. "W-Wooyoung.." you called out to the ravenette, a smile adorning his lips at how cute your voice sounded.

The male was just about to speak when someone suddenly knocked on the door, interrupting you and Wooyoung to the latter's dismay. He groaned in annoyance before unlatching himself from you, you finding it funny as you moved away from the kitchen area and chuckled. "What a cock blocker," Wooyoung muttered as he watched you walk towards the door, following suit. You could still feel the heat that exuded from the other males cock on your palm, a small cheeky smile plastered on your lips.

Then, you looked through the peephole and saw that it was none other than Seonghwa who was carrying three boxes of chicken. You unlocked the door and finally opened it for the male to enter, smiling at him as a greeting. "Hey, Seonghwa. What brings you here?"

"Yeah, what he said," Wooyoung repeated, glaring at the year older male who just smiled before raising his right hand that carried the boxes. Raising a brow, he crossed his arms and pointed at the boxes. "You came here just for—"

Knowing Wooyoung, you slapped his arm before looking back at Seonghwa. The youngest amongst you three muttered a small 'ow' as he rubbed his arm to sooth the pain. "That's great! We haven't eaten yet. You can join us," you offered towards the other male as you opened the door widely for Seonghwa to enter. "Come in."

"Thanks," he stated as he entered the premises with a huge smile, Wooyoung wanting nothing but to finally kick him out just so he can finally have his alone time with you. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

Wooyoung scoffed and prompted to answer his question, but you stopped him by nudging his side with your forearm, the male rolling his eyes as you shook your head. "You didn't. I was just getting some chips and well, we reconciled. That's it—"

"Yeah, and I confessed to him. You were there earlier when I said I was going to," Wooyoung stated through gritted teeth, Seonghwa smiling smugly as he shrugged. "Stupid."

"Stupid?!"

"Why don't we all eat? I'm hungry," you stated, taking the boxes of chicken then made your way towards the kitchen.

When Seonghwa and Wooyoung was finally alone, the former looked at the ravenette. "Woo, you just confessed and you're planning to fuck him the moment you do? Okay, what if he doubts your confession? Can't you just wait for about a month or so? Earn his trust, like that. You and hyung don't have to hurry things up."

With that, the male left Wooyoung on his own to ponder what Seonghwa just said. "Wooyoung, you good?" You called out to the said male who nodded as he neared you two, getting a plate and chopsticks to finally eat.

The whole time, you and Seonghwa engaged in a conversation but a certain ravenette was lost in his own thoughts. I do want to have sex with M/N-hyung, but would he think I'm going too fast if I fucked him the same day I confessed? Wooyoung thought to himself, nibbling on the chicken's cartilage.

"Are you going now?" Your voice had cut off Wooyoung's train of thoughts as he stopped nibbling, looking at you and Seonghwa, your plates filled with bones. Maybe he was too concentrated with his own business that he barely ate three pieces.

Seonghwa, smiling, nodded as he stood up from the chair. "Yeah, unfortunately. I had fun talking with you. Hongjoong and I are off to go on a date and you know him, impatient as ever. I have to be as punctual as I can," he explained.

You chuckled at his response, standing up from your seat and walked the male towards the door. "I'll see you next time, I guess," you stated, the other nodding as you opened the door, and he finally left the threshold.

After Seonghwa had left, the thought of you doubting Wooyoung's feelings still worried the ravenette. "Hyung, you know that I like you, right?" Wooyoung stated with raised brows as he watched you walk towards the table with a wide smile.

"I mean, yeah. You literally just told me hours ago," you answered, cleaning up your plates. Deciding to help, Wooyoung vacated his seat then sauntered towards you to assist you. "Is there something wrong? I noticed how you barely ate anything when you usually would. Are you feeling sick?"

Wooyoung sighed and shook his head, looking at you. "No, I'm not. It's just that, I really want to have sex with you, but I don't want you to think I'm not being serious with my feelings for you," the male stated, making you stop as blood began to rise up towards your cheeks, growing warm. "Jeez."

Taking in a deep breath, you looked up at Wooyoung and held his left hand with yours. "Okay, how about this. We can date or things for a whole month but no intercourse. Then, if you manage to still like me, we can hit it off. Sounds good?"

Although hesitant, the younger male nodded as he plastered a wary smile on his lips.

-----

To Wooyoung, a whole month felt like a whole year. Although, it's almost two months in and you two still haven't had any kind of sexual intercourse. But the ravenette wanted to respect your decisions so he never asked you about this matter, having no choice but to depend solely on his favorite porn and his own hand.

Currently, Wooyoung was distracting himself by playing League of Legends, a pout evident on his face as he tapped and clicked away, muttering small curses whenever he attacked a champion. He was playing with San, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa who can clearly sense Wooyoung's frustration.

The three only laughed at the ravenette who flipped them off after taking down a champion. As he was recalling back, he heard the door open. "Calm down, buddy. What's got you riled up?"

There it was. There you were. The boy seeped air though his teeth before sighing, eyes focused on the game. "Nothing. Just wanted to win this game. Did you need something?"

Pursing your lips, you shook your head and placed a peck on the other's cheek. "Not exactly. I'm just really bored and I don't know what to do. Just wanted to talk to you or some sort," you answered, turning around to walk back to your bed, but a wild idea popped into your head.

Well, it's been a while and you did say that the younger male just had to wait 'for a month' and it's clearly past it's due, so you thought of doing something for the male. With a huge smirk, you neared him, hands trailing down from his neck to his forearm, the younger male shivering as every touch lingered. "Wh-what are you doing?" Wooyoung asked after turning his mic off, eyes still glued at the computer screen.

You hummed. "Rewarding you for being a good boy. You deserve this treatment, really," you answered in a sultry voice, somehow trying to seduce Wooyoung who gulped, not exactly knowing what you'll do next. "Just give in to me, and I promise you won't regret it."

Your, now, boyfriend nodded as he tapped away on his keyboard, trying to keep his focus on the game. Having a clue of what you would do, Wooyoung scooted a little farther back from his computer desk, giving you some space to crouch down. "Wow, I haven't told you what I was planning, but you surely know what I'd do. What a pervert."

Wooyoung surely never considered degradation as a kink, but now he did, judging by how his hardening cock twitched inside his pants. "J-just get on with it, please," he pleaded, wanting to free his aching cock from its restraints.

"Chill, buddy. I'll get to that soon," you stated, and by soon, you mean now. You crouched down and moved towards the space Wooyoung oh-so kindly offered, the other male blushing as your hands rests on top of his thighs. "Would you look at that? You're already as hard as a rock."

The male above you could only whine as he 'purposely' died, making the other three shout at him. Wooyoung looked down at you with soft eyes, the red tint that appeared on his cheeks became even more visible. "I can't help it when you're so enticing. This...is the first time I got to see this side of you."

You tilted your head to the side before sitting up straight, indian style. "You'll be seeing more of this from now," you stated in a mocking tone, the other male about to retort but his chosen champion has respawned. "Don't worry about me. Worry on your game."

The teasing tone that came from your words surely didn't came unnoticed. Once the ravenette went back to his game, you began to fumble with his sweatpants, your languid movements making him bite his lip. "Fuck..."

"Aren't you gonna turn your mic on?" Your voice echoed through Wooyoung's ears, and he knew you were up to something...and he sure liked it. "I'm pretty sure the other three are waiting for you."

Realizing you were right, the younger male turned the mic on. "Hey...s-sorry about that. I was talking with M/N," he stated, forgetting about the formalities since you told him to. "I'll go follow San—" just at the right moment, you held onto the male's waistband and pulled it down. "—ah shit!"

"Wooyoung, you good?" San asked through his mic, his voice coming from the speakers.

Now with his pants down, you began palming him through his boxers, the evident bulge making your eyes shine as you used both hands to squeeze over it. "It's been long since we've last met, buddy," you said, talking to his cock as if it would reply back.

Wooyoung gulped as he nodded, responding with a small 'yes' before focusing back on the game. San seemed to have bit the excuse as he hummed and recalled back to heal.

The poor male's hands started to shake as you slowly pulled down his black-colored boxers, the male hissing slightly as cold air hit his, now, exposed cock. "Oh god," he muttered to himself as he instinctively bucked into you.

"No. You are not gonna move your hips until I tell you to. Leave everything to me, and why don't you focus on your game," you whispered, the other male just whining as he began to play his game again. You smirked, using your right hand to wank off his cock that stood proudly, the male letting out a choked tone as he clicked a wrong button, failing to help San whose champion died. "Tehee."

With that, you finally engulfed the tip of his huge cock into your mouth, using your tongue to lick at the slit. You began to suck on the tip which you knew was Wooyoung's most sensitive part. The male's thighs began to tremble as he held the mouse tightly, a moan threatening to escape his lips. "M-M/N..."

"Oh, M/N's there?" Hongjoong asked Wooyoung who hummed in response, the former acknowledging your presece with a 'hello'. The red-haired male heard a hum from you, failing to notice how Wooyoung shook in his seat at the vibrations.

Having had enough of teasing the younger male, you slowlu took a few more inches into your mouth, Wooyoung sighing in satisfaction as he somehow relaxed in his seat. But you had other plans. "Hongjoong-hyung, can you help me kill the Baron N—AHH!"

The sudden shriek that originated from Wooyoung made the other three male chuckle, whilst you chuckled internally as you professionally took all of his cock inside your mouth, deepthroating him.

Those few days of training in the past with Wooyoung surely did help. You let your throat and jaw relax as you swallowed around his cock, the ravenette's body already trembling at the pleasure. You could feel the tip of his cock at the back of your throat.

"What the heck, Wooyoung? Are you good there? You've been quite uneasy," Seonghwa asked as he and Hongjoong killed the Baron Nasher instead, seeing as how Wooyoung seemed to be distracted.

Looking down at you slightly, you just smiled innocently as if his cock wasn't buried deep down your throat. The male gulped before looking back at his computer screen, and at the exact time, you pulled your head back, hallowing your cheeks as you did. "Oh god," Wooyoung muttered. "Uhm, let's finish this a-as soon as po—ah—possible. M/N and I are fighting—nghh!"

Among the three, San had a gist of what was happening to the ravenette. "Yeah, yeah. We got you, buddy. I'm sure it's quite near finished," he answered, smirking at his double-meaning statement.

Back to you, you were focused on pleasuring the other male, sucking on his cock like a vaccuum, the other male letrgn out struggled groans as his toes curled beneath you. Wooyoung could not do anything but grit his teeth as he tried to focus on the game, but it was so hard when you were sucking him good.

Feeling yourself become hard, you began grinding yourself on his foot. The sensitivity on your own cock has made you whimper as you pulled your head back and removed his cock from your mouth with a 'pop', using your hand to jerk off his saliva-coated cock. "Feels good, ain't it? Isn't this the kind of thing you always watch on your favorite porn? A girl sucking the guy's cock while he played? Hm?"

The male nodded as an answer, now fully focused as he was now one step away to victory. You were smirking so wildly, unaware of what was to come once his game finishes in a victory. And as he expected, the computer screen showed a 'victory' logo.

Wooyoung then turned the mic off and scooted away from you, taking you by surprise as you unexpectedly whined at the loss of his cock and his foot on your crotch. "Had fun, kitten?"

At his words, the ounce of dominance that you once had started crumbling down as you chuckled nervously and knelt down, sitting on your heels as you placed your hands on your lap. "I-I just wanted to help you. That is all," you lied but you knew better not to, when Wooyoung always saw through your lies. "Fine, I missed sucking your cock. Happy?"

The younger male smiled smugly, sitting down comfortably in his seat as he showed off his still fully exposed cock. "Well, it won't suck itself, babe. Why don't you come here and satisfy your boyfriend, hm?" He coaxed, making your cheeks warm up as you crawled towards him, settling yourself in between his muscular thighs. "You're such a good kitten. I might have to reward you later. Sounds good?"

You surely didn't know what the reward was but it sure as hell made you excited as you placed your hands on his thigh, gulping once as you stared at his throbbing cock. "I...it looks good," you said unconsciously, taking a hold of his dick which made Wooyoung hiss silently as he placed a hand on your hair. "Can I?"

"Go ahead, sweetie. No one's stopping you," he answered with a soft smile, making you smile as well...unbeknownst to the plan Wooyoung had in store for you. You immediately wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, using your tongue to lap at the slit that leaked pre-cum before using your wet muscle to swipe along the underside of his cock as you slowly took a few inches into your mouth, using a free hand to jerk the inches you couldn't fit in your mouth.

You hummed at the taste of his cock on your tongue, the vibration made the other male groan in a low voice, using a hand to thread against your (H/C) hair, eyes focusing on you. "Fuck, having you here, sucking on my cock like a needy bitch. It feels like a celebration," he joked, chuckling in a raspy tone. His cock was halfway inside your mouth when you looked up at the male who smiled proudly, loving the way your lips were perfectly wrapped around his huge cock.

Wooyoung maintained eye contact as you slowly took more inches in, sucking noises originating from your lips as you did. The ravenette could only groan as he pulled your head back, making you yelp as you instinctively held onto his thighs. "Woo? What's wrong?"

"Acting innocent are we, M/N? Stop teasing and suck my cock properly," Wooyoung stated, jaw clenching as he held his cock and used it to slap your cheek lightly, the action making you hum as you opened your mouth and turned your head to finally suck on his cock.

Doing as you were told, you began to suck his dick at pace you could handle, hallowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head up then back down, only reaching half his cock. You jerked off the parts you hadn't fit in your mouth as you lay your tongue flat along the underside of his cock.

Every time you went back up, you stopped at the tip to suckle on it, using your tongue to add more pleasure and it never failed to amaze Wooyoung how much he had taught you. "You're quite a good learner, kitten," he stated before a grunt left his mouth as you repeated your actions.

You pulled his cock from your mouth and began to nip at the skin on the side of his cock, using your tongue to wipe along an evident vein that throbbed, making the male grunt as he held your hair tightly. But this time, he wasn't playing games. "Hey, wanna know something that can make me feel even more satisfied?" Wooyoung asked as you looked up at him, a hand holding onto his cock as you perked your eyebrows.

"There is?" You questioned the other male who nodded, which you responded with a small smile. "Alright."

With that, Wooyoung placed a hand down to your left cheek, caressing it before placing his thumb inside your mouth to press it against your wet tongue. "Hm, this thing feels empty. I can fill it for you," he stated as he, without any warning, pulled your tongue out lightly, making you flinch as you felt your own dick twitch inside your pants. "Keep your tongue out."

Nodding, you did as told, sticking your tongue out for the younger male's own pleasure who retracted his hands from you. "I don't see how this will work," you spluttered, tongue still out before Wooyoung instructed you to be quiet with a simple 'hush'. And you did.

Before you could even think of anything else, his heavy cock was now placed on top of your tongue, tip past your lips. "Trust me, sweetie. This will work," he stated, licking his lips as he placed his hands back on your smooth hair. "Breathe through your nose. You know the gist."

He didn't even give you time to process anything that he had said before he fully inserted his cock inside your mouth, tip reaching the back of your throat as you gagged out of reflex. "Fuuuck~, your mouth is still the same as ever," he muttered to himself as he had his head tilted to the left, looking down at your state, your hands on his thighs as tears welled in your eyes. "Relax, kitten."

Knowing Wooyoung, you immediately let your throat relax before you began swallowing around his cock. The male grunted before he took a tight grip on your (straight/curly) locks before he started to ravish your throat with his cock, loud 'gwark'ing noises echoed throughout the whole room as he thrusted.

Your still hard cock ached in it's cage, wanting to be released from it's restraints. As Wooyoung continued to fuck your mouth, you undid your pants and pulled down your briefs then began to jerk yourself off. Noticing how your muffled moans began to grow louder, the male looked down at you before he gritted his teeth.

Wooyoung pulled his cock back before slamming back into your mouth, making you gag as you widened your eyes, tears pricking at the corners. Your nose was completely buried in his bushy hair that Wooyoung liked to groom once in a while, but looking at you like this just turned him on even more. "Fuck, you're so hot. Does my boyfriend need more attention on his cock?"

The younger male's teasing made you whimper as you responded with a nod. "That's too bad. Remove your hand from your dick and don't ever touch it until I tell you to, got that?" Wooyoung instructed as you complied, smiling proudly at your obedience. "Good pet."

It only took him a second before he went back to fucking your face, pushing his cock down your throat just to see your nose buried in his kempt pubes. "Holy shit, that expression makes you look even sexier," he complimented, warmth enveloping your cheeks as tears slowly slid down from your eyes.

Wooyoung kept on going, while you were there, kneeling on the ground with no means of friction. You wanted to jerk off but you didn't want the male to get mad at you. At the same time, you wanted to test his patience but decided otherwise.

Suddenly, Wooyoung's pace began to gradually pace up as he chased his own release, not even caring if your throat would hurt after this (which obviously would). The male let out raspy grunts as he held your hair tightly, thrusting his hips harshly onto your face as his muscles tensed. "Fuck, fuck. I'm close, M/N," he announced.

You hallowed your cheeks and began to suck on his cock like a vacuum, making him moan loudly as he curled his toes, head pushed back as his pace never faltered. His chest heaved up and down as he let out a few more cusses before his thrusts started to grow sloppy, indicating that he was near his climax. "Oh shit, oh shit! Oh my—fuck! Shit! Close, close!"

The male whined quite needily as he looked down at your state, eyes teary with your lips perfectly wrapped his dick, drool mixed with his pre-cum dripping down the corners of your lips. Wooyoung's hips began to jerk in a clumsy manner before he yelled out. "GAH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!" He exclaimed, making you cum unexpectedly as you closed your eyes shut.

Wooyoung's cockhead began to gush out semen into your throat, you having no choice but to swallow it. As thick ropes of cum came from his cock, you slowly pulled your head back and stopped at the tip, using your mouth and tongue to suck out every drop from his cock. The younger male obviously closed his eyes in pleasure as he let out a small 'ooh', thighs trembling, loving the way you sucked his cock dry as if your life depended on it.

Upon reaching the end of it, you pulled his cock off your mouth with a 'pop' as you looked up at Wooyoung and smiled, innocently as if you just did something angelic. You cleaned yourself up, using some tissues to wipe away the mess you've made at the floor. "I learned that technique after watching the video San showed me last week—"

"He what?!" Wooyoung shouted, eyes wide as saucers. The daze that had clouded his mind was now gone upon hearing what you had just said. "San showed you...a video? A porn video? Hyung, what were you and San doing?"

Sensing his jealousy, you chuckled and decided to take the initiative to clean him up. You pulled his boxers back up and then his sweats before standing up and settling yourself down on his lap, his arms immediately finding its way onto your waist to hold you still. "Don't be jealous of San, Wooyoung. He just showed me a vid, that's it. He told me that you and him used to jerk off to that video when you and I still haven't met," you answered. The younger male visibly pouted before you placed a sweet kiss on his forehead, smiling soon after as you held his cheeks. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I think we both know that we love each other," Wooyoung stated as he chuckled, eyes landing on your lips. "I want to kiss you," he said, eyes looking up at you, making you roll your eyes as you scoffed.

You looked down at him. "You literally just said how we both love each other and you're still asking for my permission? You can kiss me all you want, like a thousand or million times and I won't even complain," you answered, the male huffing through his at your answer.

The male leaned towards you slowly, before he planted his lips on yours, closing his eyes as he basked in the softness of your lips. You did the same and pulled him closer towards you, wanting to kiss him more. Wooyoung felt the shy tug from you which in return, he replied with his tongue swiping along your bottom lip.

Feeling your cheeks warm up, you opened your mouth hesitantly before you felt his tongue enter. You gripped on his shirt as you kissed back. Wooyoung could taste himself on your mouth, but he could care less. All he's ever wanted was to kiss you, to feel your lips against his and now it's finally happening. You hummed at the feeling of his tongue presses on yours, the ravenette moving his tongue expertly to satisfy you.

The male sucked your tongue, making you moan as he began playing with the wet muscle, swirling his own against yours. Your salivas mixed together as he cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer, moving his head to get a better angle before you two were now full-on making out.

This was new to both you and Wooyoung. New to you since you've never been in a relationship and have never kissed anyone. As for Wooyoung, he's never dated a guy before. It was all brand new, but it felt like you two already knew each others good spot.

Feeling your lungs dry out, you pulled away from the kiss with a small whimper, tongues connected with a string of saliva connected to each other. You both opened your eyes at the same time, smiling to each other before the younger male used his thumb to wipe your lips. You thought that that was his sign that this was over, but Wooyoung began trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck, making you gasp as you placed your hands on his hair, pulling him closer towards you in a desperate manner. "W-Woo.."

"Hm? You're hard again. Does a simple makeout session make you react like this? Damn, who knew you were this cute," Wooyoung stated as he began nipping at your skin, the action making you whimper as you held his hair tightly. "Only I get to see you like this."

You nodded eagerly before the younger male smiled, beginning to suck on your soft skin as he created hickies, biting down every once in a while to create marks that showed you you were his and no one else's. Gulping, you hoped Wooyoung continued to the next step but what he did confused you.

The younger male stopped and pulled your hands away from his hair lightly, smiling up at you. "That felt good. Thank you for that reward," he joked but it only made you confuse...which made you question him.

"Aren't we gonna fuck?"

Now, this was one of those times that makes you regret your impulsiveness. As if your mouth had a life on it's own. The shock on Wooyoung's face was evident as he just sat there, looking up at you with eyes widened and brows perked. You just blinked a few times before you felt your cheeks become warm, looking away in embarrassment. "Oh, kitten. What's there to be shy about? You can just ask me to have sex and I would comply. I'm just scared I'll hurt you."

You pouted at his concerned words, but you knew that you wanted him. You needed him. "I know you won't, Woo. I trust you, and isn't there something called 'foreplay'? Like how you stretch out—"

Your words became muffled as Wooyoung blushed uncontrollably red, covering your mouth as his ears glowed red. "How can you say that while still looking so angelic? You're seducing me in your own cute ways," he stated, huffing soon after before you removed his hands from your mouth and leaned closer, kissing his ears.

"Don't you want me?" You whispered to his ear, the male feeling all the ends of his hair stand up at your raspy voice. You sat back up and used your index to trail along his prominent collarbone. "Do you? 'Cause I do. Besides, I'm still hard after you kissed me. Shouldn't you take responsibility for it?"

You really were so enticing to the male's eyes and he loved this side of you. He just liked your usual self even better. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, M/N," he threatened but you just chuckled as you pulled your shirt off of you, making the other male's eyes twinkle as he stared at your body. "I..."

"I think I know. And I want it," you stated in a sultry-like voice before the male placed his hands on your bum, standing up from his desk before dropping you down lightly onto his own bed. "Wow, what a strong boy. Yes, sir," you meowed, making the male hard again (which he already was minutes ago).

"What will happen to you is not my fault, alright?" Wooyoung stated and you just replied with a cute nod, raising your hands to clung it over his neck to pull him towards you. "Wh-what—"

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "Stop being a worry wart. I can tell you to stop if I get hurt or if things get too intense to my liking, although... you don't need to stop even if I tell you to, okay?" You instructed, the younger male looking at you in doubt but he sighed and nodded anyway. "Good."

Wooyoung removed your arms from his neck and got up to walk towards his night stand, opening his drawer as he grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. "I have to stretch you out first before I enter your ass. It might hurt a little at the start," he stated as he, turned to look at you. "Now, why don't you strip for me, hm?"

You nodded in compliance before getting up and removed your undergarments, laying back down on the younger male's soft sheets, your back faced towards him. "I'm too...ashamed."

"Ashamed? Why would you be? You're doing a great job, kitten," Wooyoung replied as you felt the bed dip, making it known that the other male was seated at the edge of the bed. "Should we stop?"

"No! I-I mean, no...but," you sighed as you turned your head slightly to look at the male. "This is your first time seeing a man stark naked in front of you and I'm—"

Wooyoung immediately took you by surprise as he leaned down and shut you up with a kiss to your lips. It was just a simple, passionate kiss but it's got your cock twitching. The ravenette pulled away as he stared down at you. "M/N, there's always a first to everything. I honestly don't care if you're a man or a woman, all I care about is that it's you...but a part of me is glad you're a boy."

Now, that last statement made you squeak as you looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't exactly know. But I guess it has to do with the fact that you understand me more, more than anyone else in this world. You know me like the back of your hand," he stated before he engulfed in a warm embrace, smiling before kissing your left temple. "I love you, M/N."

You felt your cheeks become warm as you smiled coyly, hugging him back. "I love you too, Wooyoung," you stated as the other male pulled back and laid you back on the bed, but this time with your front exposed to him. The male could only stare at your beauty as he trailed his hands along your thigh, making you shiver as you placed your hands on your chest and stomach. "W-Woo.."

"Alright, alright," he responded before popping the lube's bottle cap open then applied a good amount of it onto your ass, the coldness making you whimper. Wooyoung opened the condom packet before inserting it onto his index and middle finger. "I'll start."

With his words, you nodded and looked at him, the male fully concentrated as he prodded his finger against your puckered hole. What you said next probably shocked Wooyoung, which you noticed. "I...stretched myself out a little bit earlier after I took a bath. You can insert your fingers now."

"Fuck, you really are something, hyung," Wooyoung stated as he unexpectedly thrusted his fingers inside your hole, making you gasp as you planted your hands onto the sheets and gripped it tightly. "What a tight little hole. Your already sucking my fingers in."

You looked away in embarrassment as you scoffed. "B-Because it's you," you muttered, before you felt a wet object lick at the base of your cock. With wide eyes, you looked down and was shocked to see the ravenette getting ready to engulf your dick into his mouth. "Woo—gah~mhm.." you could only moan as Wooyoung inserted your length into his warm mouth, all the while sliding his fingers into your hole.

"You don't have to do that," you called out before Wooyoung shook his head and began bobbing his head on your cock, making you moan as you placed your hands onto his hair. "F-Fuck, oh my god! Wooyounng~"

Hearing you moan out his name like that fueled his passion as he laid his tongue flat against the underside of your cock and began to suck your dick like how you did with his, all the while stretching your ass out. The younger male closed his eyes once he felt your hands grip his hair tightly with a loud moan. "Wooyoung-ah, so goood~!Wooyoung moaned once you pulled on his hair, the vibrations sending goosebumps to your skin. "Oh god, oh no," you stated as without any more second, came in his mouth. "Oh fuck! Fuck! So good, so gooood~!" You stated, the other male sucking on the tip which made you spasm, toes curling.

Without second-thinking, the ravenette swallowed your cum and removed his mouth frm your cock, making you whine. "Didn't expect you to cum that instantly. Did my mouth feel that good?" He asked you, fingers stopping before he smirked once you responded with a nod. "Focus on my fingers now."

The ravenetted began to thrust his fingers inside your hole in a slow pace, making you whimper every once in a while as you closed your eyes shut and bit your lips to silence your moans. "Mmh.." you moaned quietly, making Wooyoung huff as he placed your legs on top of his shoulder, pushing back until you were half-bent. You were even surprised of your own flexibility.

"Oh shit, you're this flexible? Imagine the different kinds of position we could try," he stated with a teasing smirk, clouding your mind with thoughts of him fucking you until daylight.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Wooyoung called for your attention as he stretched your hole out, doing a scissoring motion with his finger which made you gasp and automatically wrap your arms around his neck. "That's right. Stop thinking and focus on my fingers, M/N."

Wooyoung continued to fuck your hole with his finger, angling his finger to try and find that one spot he heard from Hongjoong and Seonghwa (who has told him and San a lot about their sexcapades).

But not wanting to make you go soft, he continued to slowly insert his fingers which made you whine in protest. "Wooyoung-ah, fa—AGH! Oh my god!" You exclaimed, once the said male pressed against a spot. Found it. Wooyoung thought before he stopped at that point and relentlessly used his fingers to press his fingers onto it. "Ghh..Wooo~! Mmh...hah."

The constant abuse has made you see stars, your back arching forward as you pushed your head back, toes curling as your opened mouth emitted nothing but sweet moans. "Feels good, ain't it? It's your prostate, sweetie," Wooyoung stated before increasing his pace, making you groan softly.

"Wooyoung, oh my god. F-fuck! Fuck, oh god, no," you blabbered, eyes now hazed in pleasure as you looked up at the ceiling, feeling nothing but pleasure. You were just about to continue when Wooyoung began fastening his fingers' pace, making you moan loudly at the sudden motion. "Nooo! You're hitting it again! You're hitting it alwayyss~!"

The ravenette could only smirk as he inserted another finger into your hole, to fully stretch you out. "How does this feel, kitten?"

"Can't you just fuck me already? I don't want your fingers, I want your dick inside me, please," you begged, eyes filled with tears as you looked up at the male. The said male obviously stopped before suddenly removing his fingers out of you which got you whimpering. The other male removed your hands from his neck and disposed of the used condom. He was just about to get another one but you whined. "I want to feel your cock inside me, not some plastic," you complained.

Wooyoung looked at you before closing his drawer shut and towered over you, still fully clothed. "Fuck, you're just so hot. Too sexy," he stated as he pulled back and began stripping himself, now you two were fully naked in his bed.

To start up the mood, Wooyoung placed your legs around his waist, his cock resting against yours. The ravenette slowly leaned yowards you before snatching your lips into a heated kiss. Your lips smacked and heads moved in sync. Your tongues mixed with each other as you held onto Wooyoung's black locks, gripping it tightly to bring him closer to you until your teeths began clashing with each other.

Wooyoung pulled away and stared at your messed up state, skin littered with hickies and bite marks. All he ever wanted now was to just fuck you. With a sigh, Wooyoung lined his cock along the entrance of your hole, making you whimper softly, biting your bottom lip. "I'm gonna enter now, M/N."

You nodded as to say that you were ready. With that answer, he slowly inserted the tip of his cock into your puckered hole, you grtting your teeth at the unfamiliar stretch whilst Wooyoung groaned at your tight walls, engulfing his cock in satisfying warmth. "Ah..h-hurts.."

Wooyoung stopped, looking at you worriedly as he bit the bottom of his lips. "I'm sorry, M/N. I'll go in more slowly as to not hurt you," he stated reassuringly, you replying with a nod as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "That's it, sweetie. Hold onto me tightly," he stated before he planted his lips onto yours, kissing you with fervor to somehow distract you from the pain.

Slowly, Wooyoung inserted his cock into your hoe, making you whimper once in a while, but the ravenette did his best to distract you from the pain. Swiping his tongue along your plush lip, you reluctantly opened your mouth before you felt Wooyoung's tongue enter past your lips as he sucked in your tongue. "Mmh.." you moaned, hands finding their way onto his hair.

Inch by inch, Wooyoung tried to insert all of his length inside your velvety walls, and kissing you was a successful distraction as he now had his entire cock buried in the depths of your hole. "Fuck, so tight," he groaned after he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, your eyes teary and lips almost red as apples. "Shit, M/N. I want to fuck your hole already."

Wooyoung's impatience has you smiling before you locked him in place, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Y-You can move now," you instructed, the other male sighing as he finally began to move his hips in a slow pace. "A-Ah. Fuck.." you moaned, hands scratching his toned back as he attacked your neck with hickies and butterfly kisses, muttering sweet nothings.

Just then, the tip of his cock brushed against a certain spot inside you that made you shout at the pleasure it gave you, as if electricity coursed through your whole body. Smirking, Wooyoung stopped and began abusing that spot, brushing his cock along that spot. And he was right, he had found your g-spot, your prostate.

You moaned uncontrollably as you began to see stars, the constant pressure on your prostated making you throw your head back. "Ah ha, I see. I've found your good spot, huh? Well, that's convenient," Wooyoung teased you, mocking you with formality before he pulled his cock out until only the tip was left then slammed back in, making you scream out at the searing pleasure. "Shit, the sounds that come out of your mouth makes it hard for me to hold back."

"Wooyoung...faster, fuck me harder, please," you begged the other male who knelt back up and removed your legs from his waist, holding the back of your knees and placed them on his shoulders. Gulping, you watched the other male carefully to see what he would do next.

Realizing he wasn't moving, you rutted your hips against his which made him heave out a pleasured sigh, brushing his hair back before he leaned down towards you, bending you in half before thrusting into your hole at an agonizingly slow pace. Wooyoung wanted to spend his time to bask in the warmth of your tight walls on his dick, but you were growing impatient, whispering out pleas and whimpers, yet the ravenette ignored them.

You could feel each inch of his cock enter and exit your hole, the build-up in your stomach making you whine as you tried to fuck yourself onto the other male's cock. Wooyoung was only teasing you, to test and see if you'd beg to let him fuck you harder. He wanted to see you beg. "Your ass feels so fuckin' good, M/N. Want to warm me up?"

Confused, you huffed out and looked up at the male with a small frown. "W-Warm? You up? You mean, warming your dick?" You asked the other male who chuckled, nodding which in result, got a whine from you. "I didn't do this for nothing. I don't want to sit on your cock and warm it up! I...I want you to fuck me, please."

Wooyoung raised a brow before he shrugged, making you whimper. "I know you can do better than that—"

"Just please fuck me! Wooyoung, I need your cock moving inside me! Make me dumb with your cock! Is that what you wanted to hear?! Then what? Want me to beg for you to make me cu—AHHHH! OH MY GOD!" You shouted, throwing your head back as you dug your nails harder into the younger male's back who suddenly slammed his cock inside you. "It's growing bigger! W-Woo, why..?"

Wooyoung looked at you with a mischievous smirk before he placed a hand around your throat and pressed lightly, making you gasp bfore his thrust gradually increased. "You really don't know when to shut up, do you? I just asked you to beg, and you can't even do that for your boyfriend? You good-for-nothing slut."

You were supposed to feel bad about what he said, but something in you has got your cock twitching at his degrading words. Your cock swinged lowly against your stomach as pre-cum oozed from the tip of it. "G-gh.." you gritted, toes curling as Wooyoung played with your prostate, then began to fuck your hole again. "Agh..ha..Youngie.."

"Got nothing to say now, do you? Now that I'm impaling you with my cock, are you satisfied? I know you aren't. Want me to fuck you until your hole takes the shape of my cock, hm?" Wooyoung stated, looking down at your stomach to gaze at the bulge that appeared every time he speared you with his huge length. Pressing down on it, the ravenette chuckled evilly as he heard you gasp, legs now spasming as you laid your hands back down in the sheets, clenching onto it tightly.

Your head was beginning to go hazy and pleasure began to course through your whole system. "Oh no, oh shit! Fuuuuck~so good! Mm.." You moaned out toes curling at the pleasure before Wooyoung pressed his hand on your neck harder whilst gritting his teeth. You found it hard to breathe as the male blocked your airway. As he did, his pace increased to a faster one, making you throw your head back as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, letting out struggled koans and a few gasps.

"I asked a question, didn't I? Did I or did I not?!" Wooyoung shouted as he thrusted hard onto your hole, making you clench the sheets tighter and, without a warning, came on both your stomachs. Although, you did, Wooyoung's pace never faltered.

You whimpered and looked at the youngr male. "Yes! F-Fuck my hole..mnghh..ah! Woo, s-slow dow—AHHH!" You gasped out loud, finding it hard to find more words as Wooyoung used both his hands to choke you. Your toes curled as your thighs trembled at the overstimulation, body twitching every once in a while everytime the tip of his cock hit your stomach or your prostate. "Woooyouung~!" You managed to let out.

Drool began to drip down the corners of your mouth as you smiled lewdly, enticing Wooyoung even more. "You sure ejaculate prematurely. Is it because you're a first timer or am I just making you feel too good?" Wooyoung asked and only received a chain of moans. Annoyed, he removed his hands from your throat then used one hand to slap your right cheek. The action made you scream as tears slowly trailed down your cheeks. "Ha. I just realized I made you cum with just my cock. Hm, wonder if you can do that for a few more times?"

"I...too gooddd..too much! Oh god," you muttered, trying to push him away by his navel but it was no use as you laid there on the bed limply as Wooyoung fucked you as if you were nothing, but a rag doll. "Kgh..nmmmh! AHHH! It feels soo good! I want you to stop, but it feels sooo goood, hahh," you stated, hearts practically replacing your irises as you felt your body submit to the pleasure. "Oh god! Cumming! Cumming!"

With that, you came again with a loud moan, eys rolled back as you arched your back at the constant pleasure. You've already came thrice but it seems like the younger male has still yet to come. "Fuck, this is so boring. You've already came a lot, and I still haven't. You're such a downgrade slut," Wooyoung stated, the words making your ears tingle...in a good way. "We ain't stopping until I get to cum," he announced, making you groan as your soft dick began to grow erect once more. "See? Your body's liking this."

You just nodded weakly before Wooyoung has his cock buried in your deeper, making you open your eyes widely as you planted your hands onto his arm, clawing at it. "Fuck! Woooooo!" You moaned out, arching your back as you let out a series of cusses, shouting out the younger male's name like a mantra.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Wooyoung began thrusting into your ass at an animalistic pace as he began to chase his high themat grew nearer ecah thrust. "Shit, shit. Oh fuck, fuck! Holy fu—M/N! I'm close! Oh god! Fuckfuckfuck! GAHH!" Wooyoung gritted his teeth as his hips slammed imto your ass, making your toes curl as your thighs trembled, clenching his cock with your hole that squeezed the cum out of him. "Shit! Cumming! I'm cumming!"

With that, Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he came inside your hole whilst you came for the fourth time again in your stomach. Wooyoung threw his head back, before thrusting into your hole again, making you whimper as he fucked his semen back into your hole. "Woo.."

"Fuck, I can't stop cummin'! You feel so good, so goodd!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he hips stuttered, thick cum filling you to the brim. Ropes of semen flew out from his cock, too much that some had dripped down the crack of your ass then onto the younger male's sheets.

As he came, his thrust were relentless, making you cry out as tears began to flood your eyes. "Oohh! Woooyoungg!"

You don't know what would happened next, but you were certain that all of this wasn't over. Judging by the lustful look on Wooyoung's eyes as he fucked you full of his baby batter.

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Slowly, you woke up, feeling two strong arms locking you in place. "Wooyoung, I have to clean up," you chuckled, ignoring the numbness you felt on your legs and your sore ass. "Wake up, sleepyhead. You have to carry me to the bathroom. I can't feel my legs."

Wooyoung groaned as he pulled you closer towards him. "I already cleaned you up when you were asleep," he stated, opening his eyes slightly to look at you before closing them back again and smiled, taking in the warmth you two exuded. "Making me wait for a whole month was worth it. I got to release a ton loads of cum—"

"Yeah, I get it. I think it was better when you were still asleep," you teased, booping his nose as you placed your hands around his body, hugging him closer as your naked bodies touched each other. "I still can't believe we're already a couple.."

Wooyoung chuckled as he opened his eyes and stared down at you, cradling your face in his palms. "Well, best believe it, M/N. I'm pretty sure we've still got more days to celebrate together...and a whole lot of steamy sessions," he stated, making you roll your eyes and kissed his chin. "Hey, my lips are over here."

With that, you two bursted out laughing and exchanged glances, smiling to each other. "I love you, Wooyoung," you stated before placing a small kiss onto his lips.

"And I love you more. To the moon and back."

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Night Drive (Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa) Rated

Pairing: Dilf!/College Professor! Kim Hongjoong × Younger College Student! Reader (Female) × Dilf/College Professor! Park Seonghwa

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Dilf AU.

Summary: Being picked up by her boyfriend for a date, Y/N has no idea about Hongjoong's plans nor about the surprise guest joining them in their little night drive.

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: Aged up/Older Ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries), exhibitionism, voyeurism, breast play, fingering, tiny allusion to infidelity (which I do not condone nor justify), breeding/pregnancy kink, slight creampie kink, katoptronophilia (mirror kink basically), daddy word, degradation, manhandling, unprotected penetrative sex (always use protection), Dom! SeongJoong, Sub! Reader

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @mingismoon @nanamarkie @ateezbabysitters @rainteez02

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Rolling down the darkly tinted window of his midnight black Buick Regal, Hongjoong greeted the young and beautiful student that was standing by the curbside of the entrance to his college dormitories, her face lighting up instantly when she saw him. Wasting no second, she quickly opened the door and fitted her frame inside the passenger seat of the car.

"I was supposed to get the door for you." His lips curled up slightly into a pout.

"I know, but..... I just couldn't wait to see you." Leaning over, she boldly pressed her lips against that of the older male's, a soft and content hum being breathed out by him, soon turning into an annoyed whine when she pulled back too soon for his liking.

"Professor." Her tone changed slightly, a suggestive giggle escaping her lips as she leaned back in, this time the kiss turning more heated with her tongue attempting to slide inside his mouth, which he would have allowed had he not had on the back of his mind the other plans he had for the night.

"Naughty naughty girl, wanting to get frisky not even a minute into our date." He snorted softly as one of his hands came up to lightly pat her cheek with his palm in a chastising manner.

Switching the gear shift to drive, Hongjoong pulled out of the entrance and onto the main road to take both of them to the place he had chosen for their nightly getaway. The girl beside him was clearly anxious and he didn't blame her. It had been a grueling time the past weeks due to the semester being over and everyone, students and teachers were stressing over final exams. Hongjoong's hand still ached somewhat from grading too many papers and reports, his head pulsing endlessly with a killer migraine. But at last, that was all over and he was finally able to take his younger lover out properly, spend time with her after missing her voice, touch, body, and all of her in general. He had the entire evening planned out, unlike anything she would have expected. It was hard for him to suppress the smirk creeping into his features as he thought about how the night would end if his plans succeeded how he wanted them to.

He often took a small glance to see her pretty face looking out the window, tediously watching all the shops and cars they passed on the drive to whatever destination he was taking to her, which he adamantly refused to say, keeping his lips sealed. Every once in a while, he'd notice the way she squirmed in her seat, her fingers occasionally playing around with the hem of the white skirt she decided to wear or her palm straight on rubbing the side of her thigh.

"Oh so you are indeed horny my little kitten. Absolutely perfect." Hongjoong thought to himself. It was exactly how he wanted her: wet, horny and desperate by the time they made their first stop.

"Honey, I hope you don't mind, but I have to stop here for a second."

The girl didn't protest, simply nodded and didn't think too much about him pulling up and parking in front a luxurious building. Parking the car, Hongjoong waited patiently until a familiar figure finally came out and made their way over to his car, waving a hand in his direction. Not knowing there already was an occupant in the front seat, the stranger hastily opened the door, taking a step back when he saw who was sitting next to Hongjoong.

"Y/N?" He questioned in shock.

"Professor Park?" She exclaimed just as he, her head whipping over to demand an explanation from Hongjoong as to why one of the other professors from the university was currently there, especially when their relationship was to remain a secret from the school. Hongjoong however kept his grin plastered on, as if nothing was the matter.

"Sorry Hwa, looks like someone already took your seat."

Pointing over at the backseat, his friend let out a soft huff as he began closing the door.

"Wait! Seonghwa, don't close that door yet."

Reaching his hand over, Hongjoong unbuckled Y/N's seatbelt before telling her:

"Honey, go ride in the back with him."

Her eyes bulged out, her mouth muttering softly to him if he was insane, yet Hongjoong was still calm as he reached a hand up and caressed her cheek.

"Trust me baby." He whispered before placing a soft peck on her lips.

Reddening significantly, Y/N got out of the car, thanking the other male when he was kind enough to open the door for her to let her inside first before he himself took his place right next to her. Both of them looked over at each awkwardly, wondering what on earth was Hongjoong thinking. Y/N averted her gaze and stared at the floor mat, desperately hoping that afterwards, the witness to hers and Hongjoong's relationship wouldn't go directly to the school board and cause problems for them. Seonghwa on the other hand had so many questions spiraling in his head, mainly his friend's relationship with the student next to him, and more importantly, why he had kept that secret from him. The car ride now felt even more long and brooding with the tension in the air, the music playing from the stereo not helping at all and just making the environment more unpleasant.

Looking back at them through the rearview mirror, Hongjoong let out a small chuckle.

"I'm sure you're both wondering why I brought you here without telling you the reasons."

Seonghwa and Y/N glanced briefly at one another, the older male shrugging softly, just as lost as she was. Sighing softly, Hongjoong continued.

"Well to start off, I think it's very clear that all those rumors about a teacher and student sleeping together are indeed true my friend."

Seonghwa widened his eyes at Hongjoong, his lips parting as he let out an astonished scoff. Although more than once he heard a few whispers every now and then about his colleague getting too friendly with one of his students, he always believed them to be lies, knowing Hongjoong to be a sensible and well respected professor that would never risk his career over something like that. As if reading his friend's thoughts, Hongjoong piped up once more.

"What can I say? I couldn't resist myself when I saw her, especially when you see what's underneath those clothes of hers."

Peeking his head over, Hongjoong sweetly smiled at the quiet girl.

"Baby, do me a favor and unbutton your blouse for me. Let Seonghwa see those pretty tits of yours."

Y/N was taken aback by his sudden order, her voice getting caught in her throat and stammering out a bit of gibberish as she tried to remind herself to form proper words.

"Hong- Hongjoong!" She whisper yelled at him, embarrassed about being asked to do such a dirty request in front of another teacher. Seonghwa himself shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still saying absolutely nothing as he tried to look somewhere else.

"Oh come on kitten, don't be shy. You have the cutest set of tits a man could see. Besides...." Y/N could clearly see the smug grin on he was donning through the rearview mirror, his eyes also looking at her direction.

"I know very well you want Seonghwa to touch you. I heard you the other day talking with your friends, and if I remember correctly, you said you wouldn't mind having him play with your body and be his little toy."

Y/N lowered her head in shame. She didn't believe Hongjoong would have heard her when she said that. She didn't even dare lift her eyes to the man next to her, afraid of seeing whatever expression he had in his face. She did however, hear him chuckle amusedly, his voice finally being heard.

"Oh my. Hongjoong, is she really that much of a whore that she's fantasizing about fucking other men even when she has you?"

Taking off his seatbelt, Seonghwa scooted over towards her, his face coming so dangerously close she could feel his breath against her ear.

"What darling? Does he not fuck you enough? Is he not treating you properly? Or do you perhaps just want a more......endowed cock?"

Y/N couldn't help but shudder when his hand lifted up to cup her chin, turning her face so he could look her directly in the eye. Seonghwa couldn't deny that her startled look turned him on extremely.

"Now I'm extremely curious to find out just how cute you really are without those clothes on. Is Hongjoong just talking you up or am I really going to have to restrain myself from eating you up if I tear those clothes off one by one?" He hummed softly as he brushed his lips against hers, causing Y/N's breath to hitch slightly.

"Kitten, I believe I gave you an order a few minutes ago and you know I hate repeating myself. Undo your shirt so Seonghwa can look at your chest."

Y/N bit her lip as her hands reached up and began to pop each of the buttons of her grey cardigan. The pair of eyes on her right were burning a hole right through her and it only served to deepen the intense wanting she was feeling in between her legs. After undoing enough buttons to expose her black bra, Y/N pulled the material down enough so her breasts could pop out of them. The soft groan her teacher emitted helped fuel her pride, especially after looking up and seeing him nearly drool at the sight, tongue coming out to moisten his luscious and pink lips.

"Fuck Joong....you weren't kidding when you said she has a pretty rack." His hand clenched and unclenched itself in an effort to meet from reaching out to cup one of her tits in his palm.

Knowing exactly the lustful thoughts running through his friend's mind, Hongjoong was more than willing to grant them without any grudges.

"Now kitten, I want you to be a good girl and let Seonghwa play with you as he wants. Tonight, you're going to be his personal toy and you have to do everything he tells you to do. Am I making myself clear?"

Y/N quickly nodded, too aroused and turned on that she wouldn't have cared if it was Seonghwa touching her and Hongjoong watching or Hongjoong touching her and Seonghwa watching. She just wanted someone to help the emptiness she was feeling.

"You're serious about this Joong? I can really use her as my personal sex toy?" He questioned with a wicked grin, hand coming up to clasp around Y/N's jaw.

"She's all yours Hwa. We have a couple minutes before we reach the hotel that I booked a room in. Think you can get her wet enough by the time we get there?"

Seonghwa let out a hearty laugh at Hongjoong's challenge.

"I'll get her drenched without making her cum, don't worry about it."

Tilting her face towards him, Seonghwa winked at her before crashing his lips onto hers. Just as she suspected, Seonghwa's lips were soft and plump, and they seemed to be avid fans of nibbling playfully against her own lips. The hand that was on her chin swooped itself down and pressed itself against her sternum, fingers delicately caressing the skin around it. Sweeping his hand with feather light strokes, Seonghwa moved his fingers across the top of her breasts and then to the sides, caressing each and every inch of her skin, being careful not to directly touch her nipples. He wanted to tease her, rile her up, have her writhe and whine about the lack of contact on the parts of her body where she most needed him. He was enjoying himself, enjoying as he silently tortured the girl by merely touching the outer parts of her soft mounds. It didn't take long for her to notice this cruel pattern of his, the frustrated groan she poured out as his tongue devoured her mouth being a tell tale sign.

"Such an impatient one." Seonghwa chuckled, dragging his tongue down the side of her neck.

He then surprised her by cupping one of her breasts into his large hand, tenderly massaging the spongy like flesh while his thumb worked to harden the nipple even more. Y/N threw her head back, giving Seonghwa more access to press tiny love bites across her neck and collarbone. His other hand, being bored with nothing to do, came up and proceeded to give the same treatment its twin was receiving, groping it and fondling it until she was releasing the cutest noises to bless his ears.

"If you're already like this with me just touching your breasts, how will you be when I play with that pussy of yours?"

Y/N couldn't help but let an embarrassingly loud moan escape when she heard him say that, her walls tightening and clenching around nothing as she thought about having Park Seonghwa sliding his hand in between her folds. Even Hongjoong was surprised by the effect his friend was having on her, making him slightly jealous and yet not so as he was enjoying glancing over every now and then to watch his beloved girl be used in such a way by another man. He couldn't quite explain why, but offering up his prized possession as nothing more than an object of pleasure to someone else, his closest friend nonetheless, made him get unbelievably hard. If he could, he would have whipped himself out and would have started to beat his meat, but unfortunately he had to pay attention to the road in front of him, going slightly above the speed limit in an effort to reach the hotel as fast as possible, all while occasionally sparing a glance or two through the mirror to look at Y/N's lust filled state of mind.

"Spread your legs for me young lady. Let me see just how wet you are."

Obeying without hesitation, Y/N made sure to pull up her skirt, revealing the skimpy choice of lace underwear she had chosen for the evening. Seonghwa sucked in a deep breath when he saw it.

"Did you come here knowing you were gonna get fucked?"

"More like hoping she would get fucked." Hongjoong spoke up with a lighthearted teasing tone.

Hooking his fingers on the top of her panties, Seonghwa practically ripped the material off her body, sliding it down her legs before bringing it up to his face and inhaling deeply.

"Oh god you smell so delicious." He grunted as his nostrils basked in the scent of her arousal.

"Why don't you keep them as a memoir? Cause after tonight, I'm not letting you touch her again."

Hongjoong's statement made Seonghwa remember that he still had a task at hand. Making sure to tuck her panties inside his pant pocket, Seonghwa turned his attention back to her glistening folds. They were practically inviting him to shove his hand as far as it could possibly reach inside, he was very tempted to even fist her tiny hole right then and there. But he would much rather prefer to work her up even further, tease her until she was begging him to fuck her. When she saw his hands come down, Y/N instinctively parted her knees even further, adjusting herself on the seat so he could reach every part of her exposed womanhood.

"You've trained the slut well Hongjoong." Both the trainer and his trainee lit up at the praise from their guest.

"Yes, my girl is the best." Hongjoong proudly added, as he reached a hand back to squeeze one of Y/N's legs in a loving manner.

Seonghwa's thumbs slid themselves right up to her groin, massaging the tendons at either side of her pussy, only briefly allowing them to brush against her lips. Y/N couldn't help but gasp as he pulled the flesh at either side, stretching out her wet entrance slightly, the cool air from the air conditioning hitting right at her slopping mound. Seonghwa continued this pattern of pressing her swelling lips apart and then rubbing his fingers down the sides, frustrating the recipient as he didn't actually touch the parts where she needed him most. He was toying around with her again, no doubt trying to get her to beg.

"Please daddy-" Being so frustrated by the slow, shallow movements of the fingers that refused to budge and stimulate her clit, Y/N called out for the person in front.

"Babygirl, you're asking the wrong person. I told you that for now you're Seonghwa's little plaything. So if you think I'm going to intervene, you're absolutely wrong." One corner of Hongjoong's lips curled up when they heard her pleading whines, yet he still did nothing.

"Why don't you ask him yourself what you want? No.... beg him. I know for a fact he likes girls who beg."

When she looked up at him with a pout, Seonghwa let out an amused chortle.

"What is it you want darling? Hmm? Tell me." He encouraged her as his fingertips faintly brushed against her clit, causing her legs to tremble and her hole to secrete more juices out her body.

"That... please...touch me there." She groaned as she tried to take hold of Seonghwa's hand and place it right on top of her heat, but he kept it firmly away, lightly laughing at the state she was in.

"Where darling? You're going to have to be specific."

He was making her feel more and more frustrated to the point of losing all timidity and decorum.

"Park Seonghwa fucking pound my pussy with your fingers!"

Hongjoong widened his eyes in amazement at her use of his colleague's name, but he wasn't mad. On the contrary, he wanted to see how her tiny show of disrespect for the older male, who was also her professor, would play out. Seonghwa stayed still momentarily, making Y/N believe that she might have gone too far. Just as she was about to apologize, a half strangled yelp was pulled out of her body when two fingers dove inside her drenched hole with no warning, aggressively starting a pace of deep strokes, burying themselves as far as they could reach. While his 2 longest fingers were busy working her open, his thumb decided to occupy itself by rubbing against her clit, its rhythm matching that of the other members.

"This what you wanted?" Seonghwa asked, lips attaching themselves onto her neck once more.

"Oh God yes! Yes! Fuck! You're gonna make me cum..you're going to.."

Y/N panted loudly, hips practically humping themselves against Seonghwa's hand, trying to reach that peak that was just within her reach. Just as she felt herself about to spill over, Seonghwa stopped all movements inside her pussy and against her clit, hindering her desire to cum.

"No! Please!" She cried out, eyes scrunching with tears as her head dropped back on the head rest of the car. When her own hand tried to reach down to her groin, Seonghwa was quick to catch it, nearly crushing it in his own.

"No darling, we're having none of that. I told you I was going to get you wet without letting you cum. We could have taken this the easy way but you chose to disrespect me and therefore I had to punish you. Now..."

Releasing her hand, he dropped his fingers and stuffed them back inside her pussy, her walls pulsing against them, screaming to be allowed to release into his palms.

"Let's try this again."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the delicious sensation of Seonghwa slipping his fingers in and out of her, this time setting a more slow and sensual pace. Being edged by him for what seemed like hours and having been dangerously close to her high just minutes ago, it didn't take long for Y/N to start producing those endearing moans of hers again, her high building up once again rather fast. She melted into his touch, hips once again grinding up as if they had a mind of their own. Just as her walls clenched up once again, Hongjoong made his presence known.

"We're here."

Letting out a disappointed sigh at being denied her orgasm again, Y/N began to quickly fasten the buttons of her top while Seonghwa helped out by adjusting her skirt and pulling it down to cover up her lower half. Helping her out of the car, Hongjoong gestured for them to follow him as he led them through the reception desk and towards the elevators. As if it was fate, the elevator they got in was completed alone, leaving the three of them inside as it climbed up towards the respective floor they were assigned to. Looking over and seeing was currently distracted by watching the numbers on the screen change, Seonghwa took the opportunity to continue his fun, fingers snaking under her skirt to cup her ass. Being startled by the sudden touch, Y/N let out a soft whimper that was heard by Hongjoong. Looking over, his eyes immediately spotted what was the cause of her reaction.

"Seriously, couldn't even wait til we were behind closed doors?" Hongjoong let out a disappointed click of his tongue.

"Hey, you did say I was free to play with her as I liked. Besides, wanna make sure she stays as wet as possible cause as soon as the door is locked, I'm stuffing her full of cock."

Y/N's thighs squeezed themselves together after hearing him say that, the action not going unnoticed by both men at her sides.

"Just wait a little longer doll and I'll make sure you cum like you want to."

It seemed like forever until the doors finally opened to let them onto their floor. Knowing just how antsy the other two were about fucking each other, Hongjoong went up ahead of them and quickly slid the key in. Opening the door, he let them both inside first, a suspicious smile still on his face that confused his friend.

"You're enjoying this a little too much aren't you?" Seonghwa quirked an eyebrow up at him, his hands making a quick work of his shirt.

"Oh trust me when I say I'll enjoy it even more by the end of it." Hongjoong answered as he took a seat on one of the beds.

"I don't want you complaining later though if your little slut prefers my cock over yours." Seonghwa's little taunt had absolutely no effect on Hongjoong, he knew very well where his sweet heart's love resided with.

Turning around, Seonghwa was surprised yet also not surprised to see Y/N already naked on the bed, her legs spread out and inviting him to take advantage of her. Her facial expression seemed restless, eyes begging him to come over and end her torture already. Coming over to the front and seeing her more clearly, Seonghwa felt his cock twitch when he saw her full nude body, the light in the room letting him fully see all the details he couldn't quite clearly make out back in the car.

"Oh lord, she is absolute stunning Joong." Seonghwa complimented as he finished undressing himself, his cock already leaking at the tip.

"I did tell you once that younger babes were extremely hot and better. Well now you get to fuck my babe." Hongjoong's face proudly donned a satisfied expression at someone else appreciating his girlfriend.

Looking over at the dresser that had complementary goodies left for them, Seonghwa went and grabbed the pack of condoms since he hadn't planned on getting lucky that night.

"Ummm actually Seonghwa, I want you to fuck her raw, and be sure to spill your cum inside her."

His friend wasn't the only one who looked at him as if he was insane, Y/N was shocked by his request.

"N-no Daddy......" Her voice called out.

"Hmm? Why not princess?" Hongjoong smoked at her.

"My birth control ran out 2 weeks ago. If he cums inside me, I could....." She didn't even dare finish that sentence, but she knew they understand what she meant. Hongjoong however continued to look unfazed, in fact, his smile grew wider, almost to the point of being mischievous, which slightly worried her.

"Even better if I ask me princess, you see..... I want you to be bred." His confession both scared and aroused both of the other two participants.

"You've really lost your mind."

Giggling at his friend's words, Hongjoong looked at him with an assuring gaze.

"No I haven't. But trust me Seonghwa, I won't say anything, no one will know. Just do me this favor and fill my baby's pussy up with your cum."

When Seonghwa still hesitated, Hongjoong decided to persuade him even further.

"Look at her and tell me you don't want to stuff her young cunt full of your cum. And if you do knock her up, think of how cute she'll look with a swollen belly, carrying your child."

Unable to resist looking over after Hongjoong painted that image in his head, Seonghwa's gaze dropped towards Y/N's stomach. He unconsciously bit his lip as he thought about how fertile she probably was, and the thought of impregnating her with a baby of his own was driving him wild. Tearing down anymore hesitations he had, Seonghwa went back over to where she was. Y/N gasped when he pulled her towards the edge of the bed, hands keeping her legs open as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her folds.

"You ready to get knocked up with one of my babies?" He chaffed at her, smirking when a loud moan was drawled out by her as she pressed herself against his shaft even more.

"Cause I know I can't wait."

Letting out a piercing grunt when the cock of her professor penetrated deep inside her, Y/N's hands clutched at the sheets underneath her, whimpers already being poured out as Seonghwa's hips snapped roughly against hers. She shut her eyes as she sunk deeper and deeper into a blissful, euphoric haze, feeling nothing but how deep the cock inside her was being driven in, the head brushing against her cervix. That thought alone had her inner flesh pulsing and squeezing against the girthy shady tearing her apart, making her dizzy and blind with nothing but lust. She couldn't even register or hear all the sounds coming out of her own mouth.

"Such a nice and tight pussy. Keep clenching around me like that and it won't take long for me to fill you up with my seed." Seonghwa hissed, a hand dropping to rest on top of her stomach.

Y/N's back arched upwards, mouth fully agape as the most earth shattering wails were produced even heard by the rooms next to theirs.

"You enjoying this darling? Don't worry. You're certainly not the only one."

Clasping his fingers around her jaw, Seonghwa tilted Y/N's face so she could look over at the bed next to where they were. She spasmed violently when she took in the image of Hongjoong, sitting there shirtless, pants and briefs pulled down enough so he'd be able to pump his cock in his hand. When he had undressed, she didn't know, but she couldn't take her eyes off him, watching as he jerked himself off to the scene of his friend fucking her into the bed, the pace of his hand matching the pace set by Seonghwa's thrusts.

"Oh trust me she's enjoying this just fine. She's absolutely loving being treated as nothing more than a fuck toy, being lent to another man as her owner gets off on the sight of her being bred." Hongjoong's words were not helping as she started to tense up, feeling ready to explode and cum all over the thick cock inside of her.

"Please, please Mr. Park..." She muttered out, face turning towards him once again.

"Please what toy? Speak up." He commanded her as he started grinding his hips harder into her, the movements of his pelvis rubbing against her engorged clit and heightening her pleasure.

"Please let me cum. Wanna cum." She begged him, whine after whine being forced out of her each time Seonghwa pushed back into her body.

Feeling merciful, especially after edging her so much in the car, and more so because he felt himself about to shoot his load in her as well, Seonghwa moved his hand that was on her stomach so it could come down and rub aggressively at her clit.

"Go on baby. Cum for me so I can breed you like the little bitch you are."

Y/N toppled over the edge after hearing those dirty words, strangled cries and unintelligible words slipping out of her throat. She couldn't stop shaking underneath the older man that was fucking her, body out of control as it twisted and writhed from the sensuous oblivion she fell into. Desperate gasps scrambled for air as liquid gushed out of her to coat the dick that was still being driven in her.

"Oh fuck fuck! I'm going to cum inside your little hole now."

She barely registered the grunts being said by the person in front of her, her body only feeling and paying attention to the hot fluids being impelled to her womb. Knowing she was full of cum and it was extremely probable she'd be pregnant thrilled and excited her, while simultaneously making her anxious and nervous.

After finally catching his breath, Seonghwa pulled out of her, the cum that was leaking out of her threatening to make him hard again and fuck her once more just to see it all over again.

"Don't get any ideas." The warning voice of his friend brought him back to the reality that the young woman on the bed was only borrowed for the moment, and mostly due to the sick amusement of said friend.

Dressing himself up in his clothes, Seonghwa went over where Hongjoong was.

"Satisfied?"

Hongjoong snorted as he looked down at the tiny splatter of cum that had dripped into the carpet.

"Very much so."

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa finished putting on the last of his clothes before picking up his phone. Seeing the time, he apologized and told Hongjoong he needed to get home right away.

"I'll take a cab. I'm sure you probably want some more time with her."

Hongjoong blushed a little at his friend's insinuation. Before Seonghwa could walk out the door, Hongjoong called out to him.

"Hey....say hi to your wife and kids for me."

Seonghwa couldn't help the laugh that bursted out his lips.

"I will. See you soon."

Closing the door, Hongjoong was finally left alone with his girl, who was currently sitting up, staring at him intently. Getting up from his seat, he came over to where she was and helped her stand up. Smoothing out some of her disheveled hair, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his free hand tilting her face up as he pressed his body closer to hers. Pulling away to soon for her liking, Y/N pouted at him as she wrapped her hands around his waist.

"Come on. We gotta get you cleaned up."

Taking her hand, he guided her inside the bathroom, where he sat her against the vanity counter. Noticing that she was still looking at him funny, Hongjoong tilted his head to the side and cupped her cheeks.

"What's wrong babygirl?" He mimicked her tiny pout, a feat he often did that tended to annoy her, making her feel as if she was a little child.

"Funny how you care so much about getting me pregnant, yet you get someone else to do the job for you."

Huffing loudly, she brushed past him to be able to get inside the shower, but she was quickly pulled back by one of his hands that slammed her back against the counter. Looking up, she was expecting to see an angry expression, but instead Hongjoong had a smirk that told her he was up to no good.

"Is that what's bothering you princess? The fact it wasn't me the one breeding you? Oh baby.."

Turning her around abruptly, Y/N gasped when he pried her legs open and pressed her chest against the cold marble counter. When she felt his dick come to live and poke at her ass, she immediately pressed her lower half out towards him, the action making Hongjoong get a smug expression.

"You really are the best girl kitten, offering yourself to me like the little slut you are."

Y/N felt her body getting hot once again when on of Hongjoong's hands caressed in between her thighs, running up dangerously close to her heat until he reached her entrance.

"Ok then kitten. Let's fill you up with my cum now, since you want it so much."

Being stuffed with a cock once more, Y/N clung onto the counter underneath her as Hongjoong was showing no mercy as he rammed into her from behind. He always did enjoy brutally fucking her until she was left sore and limping, something no one would have ever guessed given his stature being more on the shorter side. But he definitely made up for it with his experience in making a woman numb to everything except the feeling of his dick being pounded into their pussies, precisely the feeling Y/N was going through at the moment. Her head rested itself against the counter, unable to bear the overwhelming pleasure the man behind her was putting her through.

"Oh no no kitten. I'm having none of that."

Wrapping his hand around her hair and twisting it to a makeshift ponytail, Hongjoong forced her to look up into the mirror in front of her. The ravenous and almost beast like way his eyes stared at her made her weak, pussy contracting around his length as her legs started to wobble.

"Look at you, I want you to watch as I fuck you full of my cum. Look at how I'm going to knock you up with my kids."

Strangled panting was the only audible sounds Y/N could make out, through the mirror she could see that Hongjoong was falling into the same haze she was in. Releasing her hair, he wrapped his hand around so it could rest on the top of her belly button, gently caressing the soft skin there.

"You're such a good girl for letting me do this. You know I'll take care of you right?" His loving reassurance, followed by the light presses his lips made on the nape of her neck were making her go insane. Her mind was running wild with thoughts of Hongjoong getting her pregnant, such a risky and dangerous situation but she was ready for it.

"Hongjoong fill me up! Fuck a baby into me! I want it, I want your cum!"

Her desperate pleas had an immediate effect as Hongjoong pistoned his cock deeper in her, a few last powerful jolt of hips and he was filling her to the brim, her tight pussy making sure to milk him out of every last drop of cum he had in him. Feeling him spill inside her and seeing him throw his head back in pleasure through the mirror, Y/N followed not long afterwards, shockwaves rippling through her body in another intense orgasm. It was a miracle Hongjoong still had his hands around her hips to keep her from falling down to the ground due to the violent shake of her legs. Even after they had both calmed down, Hongjoong still stayed nestled inside of her, nose brushing against the back of her head, inhaling her scent passionately. He let out a tired hum as he buried his face into her neck.

"I love you so much." He admitted, which made Y/N smile.

"I love you too." She responded, turning her head to press a kiss on his temple.

"And I can't wait to carry your baby."

[wh6res]

three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.