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fullfiresiren · 4 years ago

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beauty of the dawn

jujutsu kaisen

fushiguro toji x reader

The notion of a loving family was something foreign to Fushiguro Toji. Family, to him, was a bitter word -- full of hate and abhorrence. Abandonment and fear were a commonality in his own childhood. But in you, he finds a warmth he didn’t think he deserved – a home he craved, a love that makes him feel safe; full of gentle touches and soft kisses. But he’s scared. He's broken, and angry, and he knows the threat of his family is always lurking close, snapping at his heels, ready to devour. You bring the notion of family to his doorstep, and he spooks. He panics. He can’t let them find you, he can’t and he has to give up the only feeling of warmth he has ever known to do so.

It haunts him forever – leaving behind the only woman he ever loved, and a child he will never know.

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notes: *inhales* ANGST— lmao but really, I live for it. Toji may be a bad person, but I suck dick, not morals, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ bro I fr don’t even know what came over me. This has been like the smallest headcannon for me and somehow it turned into this horribly sad piece, and although Toji is a dick, I also think he is an incredibly complex character that, at the end of it all, was just a desperate father trying to look out for his child. I think he deserves much more than he got, and he kinda gets shat on in this fic lmao I'm so fuCKING SORRY FOR THAT--

warnings: nsfw/18+, angst, hurt no comfort, abandonment, unplanned pregnancy, pregnant reader

“Take me,” he prays, panting secrets that fall from his lips onto your soft skin; promises of pleasure as he breeds you deep. “Take all of me.”

And you do – over, and over, and over again.

Hilting him to the deepest part of yourself, and holding him close, so close, his breath a hot ghost across your face as he leans his forehead against yours. You keep him there until he is finished, taking his seed like it was sacrament. He gives you everything he has to offer, and only when you have slipped into a light slumber does he pull away.

He never strays far, though, and he cannot stay away for long. You are like sweet honey and warm sunsets; the breathing embodiment of a life he was never before privy to – the promise of something better; a miracle. Far from the cold depravity and sharp pain of his own family, in you, he found only warm touches, and words of tender affection. Toji feels so overwhelmed by the amount of love he has for you, that sometimes it’s unbearable. He feels so happy he could die.

He is not an honest man, by any means. He kills for a vocation -- and enjoys it, too. It’s something he’s good at. It’s an easy way to make money, and it helps him pay for his half of the rent on the meagre apartment you share. It also lets him keep the fridge full, make sure you’re always warm, and that you’re never without. He doesn’t really care about himself or what he has to do – so long as you’re happy.

The weight of his body is always heavy between your thighs, his chest solid, thrusts slow and deep, stretching you, making a perfect fit for himself inside you. He likes drawing it out – each time he takes you. He enjoys seeing you beg for release, relishes the way your tears slide down your flushed cheeks, because he likes being the one to kiss them away, knowing he is the only one who ever makes you feel this good. His name sounds so perfect when it falls from your lips at your height of ecstasy, and the way you take him in has him swearing he can see heaven.

You see a side of him that no one else does, but he’s dark, he’s toxic. The amount of sadness in his soul is challenged only by the sheer force of his anger. He's sure that he wasn’t always like this, but... he can’t really remember a time when he wasn’t. Everyone and everything was his enemy. He’s never really told you much about his family, or his past. His childhood had been dark, you assumed, based on the way he flinched around children, and steered clear of any conversational topics that included them or parental figures.

Toji Fushiguro was untouchable to everyone, and only just tangible to you.

He wants to be able to give you everything. He wants to lay his head on your chest in the depths of the night when he’s feeling lost, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat to guide him home. He wants to come home every night, no matter what happens to him throughout the day, and be able to feel the brush of your soft lips; to taste your tongue with his – god – he wants to. But he’s afraid. He’s scared. If he gives you everything... if he shows you who he really is... what happens if you see something you don’t like? Will you pull away from him? Will you cast him out and abandon him – just like his family did? Toji isn’t feeble by any sense of the word, but he thinks that would be the one thing that would break him.

That’s why he’s only let you see glimpses... and only every now and then.

He’s just so miserable when he’s alone. He’s angry at the world, and you’re the only thing that soothes him. The only thing he has ever loved.

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror when he comes home, locked away in the too-small bathroom. You hear the keys turning in the lock; a signal of his arrival, and the door to your apartment opens, bringing with it sounds of paper bags crinkling, keys being tossed into their bowl, and huffing exhales as he struggles to kick his heavy boots off.

“Toji?”

“I’m home!” he calls, his voice a deep timbre in his chest, smooth like rich oak.

You follow it, leaving the safe space of your bathroom to find him, and when you pass the threshold into your small kitchen, he’s lifting bags of fresh groceries onto what little counter space you have. The movement carries with it droplets from an October rain that had caught him by surprise on his walk home, ones that hang from the edges of his black hair and drip down onto his damp black shirt.

“Toji,” you repeat, beaming as you bound into your small kitchen. “I have wonderful news!”

He spares you a glance between unpacking vegetables, dark eyes tracing the curve of your face, hands grasping at packets of food that need to be tossed in the fridge, and cans to be stacked in the shelves.

“Hmm?”

He offers you his face, leaning in close, pausing in his task to receive a small blessing of affection from you — a soft kiss against the scar on his lip that has his eyelashes fluttering closed, and then one more fully against yours – always greedy for any love you bestow, always chasing just one more, just once more, just another, my love, just one more...

He continues with his chore, but only when you giggle at the fluttering of kisses he peppers across your face, your jaw, suckling at your neck, your hands against his chest pushing him gently, urging him to finish his task – but not before you give him another deep kiss, all giddiness and mirth swimming in your gaze. He can’t help the deep chuckle that spills from his lips at seeing you so happy.

“Toji,” you begin, and he’s rummaging in the paper bags, brows furrowed because he could have sworn that he bought three carrots, and not two -- “I’m pregnant!”

He stills.

He can sense your beaming smile, almost feels the warmth of it on his cold skin, and it only makes him shiver.

The seconds tick by without any form of reaction, and the atmosphere grows horribly tense. Toji doesn’t look at you, but he can see from his peripheral vision that your smile slips at the same time that your shoulders round and you make yourself smaller, unconsciously closing off. You’re twisting something in your hands, suddenly nervous, and he has a nauseating feeling that settles in his gut, because he knows exactly what it is that you’re holding.

It’s proof.

“Are you... happy?” you ask, and you hate that you have to. It’s like a punch in the gut, and you’re afraid. This was not the reaction you were expecting at all.

“Are you sure?” he doesn’t know why he asks that.

He isn’t looking at you, and he isn’t moving – he’s not even blinking. You feel your hands becoming sweaty as you clutch the positive pregnancy test, mouth dry. A quickly increasing panic creeps over your skin, gripping you by the throat, and you honestly have no idea how to traverse this kind of response to your news. In the bathroom you only practiced scenarios in relation to a beaming, positive reaction.

Which room should we make into the baby’s room? Our baby can always sleep with us, though, and I know they’re definitely going to prefer you – I'm hopeless with kids... but I hope they look like you, Toji – a perfect combination of everything I love about you!

Do you want to pick names out? I hope it’s a girl... but a boy would be wonderful, too! I know the baby will adore you, no matter what! Do you have any names you like? We can name them after someone you love? If it’s a boy, I want to make his middle name yours...

Why didn’t you think he was going to show apprehension or reluctance? Why were you so idiotic to assume this is something he desired when he’s never given you any signs of wanting to start a family? He’s probably feeling entirely overwhelmed – and no wonder – you have no tact about this. Fuck, you’re stupid. You fucking idiot. Pathetic, dumb, worthless--

“Y-yes,” you reply, and your voice is a shadow of its former self. “I took three tests. I have one here--”

“How.”

You flinch a little under the curtness of his words.

“W-what—?”

“How did this happen?”

“Uhm...” your voice sounds so frail when you speak, and you can't help it. He’s making you feel like you’ve committed a horrendous sin. You’ve managed to combine the epitome of affection between the two of you into the creation of what will become a child – a perfect mix of the two of you, and yet, you’re beginning to hate yourself for doing so. You didn’t mean to... it was an accident... “We don’t... you know... use protection... and we... have sex... a lot...”

“I thought you were taking the pill.”

You feel like you want to throw up.

His entire body is unnaturally still, and he’s not looked at you once since you’ve told him. You are pretty sure that the can in his right hand is warping under the violent pressure of his grasp, and you wring your hands around the test nervously, the weight of it somehow heavy against your palms.

“I... don’t take the pill...” you remind, and then as an afterthought, you add, “I’m sorry.”

Words you never thought you would say in relation to this. You never though you would have to apologize in this kind of situation. You exhale a shaky breath, and it seems to bring him back to reality. He sets the can down on the countertop with more force than needed, and you try your best to blink back tears as you ask, “You’re... not happy... are you...?”

It’s more of a statement than a question, and it hurts to say – god, it hurts. The words sting when they leave your mouth, like a hard slap against your face, but the ache is not nearly as bad as the way his silence is wounding you. You feel like you’re about to collapse from the amount of pain you have in your heart.

“I need to go somewhere,” is the most he offers you, before he’s turning on his heels and striding past you, leaving the apartment you share.

The noise of the front door slamming shut echoes in your mind long after the sound itself has gone.

He never did come back.

— — — 5 years later — — —

In the end, you were blessed with a baby girl, all chubby with round, rosy cheeks. Dark hair and eyes like her father, but soft and gentle like her mother. She was an almost perfect child. She never cried, and she never fussed, content in just being close to her mother. She listened when you spoke, and learned fast, growing just as quick, and you would die for her. She was your blessing; Akemi – the beauty of a new dawn.

You’re sure that he would have loved her more than life itself, but you try not to spare any thoughts his way anymore.

Toji gambles his life away, blowing through anything he earns as quickly as he makes it, drowning himself night after night in heavy alcohol to dampen his senses until they are nothing more than a faint hum in the back of his brain.

With any luck, those things will kill him long before the guilt does.

He fucks faceless women, drunk beyond sense, and when he finishes, he leaves before they sleep.

“Hate me, (y/n),” he sneers, turning sharply to vomit up onto the wet asphalt, breath a shaky exhale as he stumbles into the cold night, thoughts only on you – only ever on you – unaware that he’s crying. “Hate me. I fucking deserve it.”

His face is smeared with bile and tears, and he is so fucking angry -- so desperately sad, and he cries, and cries. He wants to go home. He just wants to go home. He wants to meet her – his darling daughter – he wants to hold her, and kiss her forehead, and tuck her into bed. Fuck everything that he thought – he would have been a great father, he knows it – and you knew it, too. He’s so lost without you, and he wants to lay his head on your chest in the safety of your bedroom, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat to guide him home. He wants to feel the brush of your soft lips again; to taste your tongue with his, moan your name into your parted sigh, make you feel him again.

He screams, but it catches in his throat before he can, and he splits his knuckles open when he sends a furious punch against a brick wall.

He can protect you from a lot of things – but not the power of his family. Not that. He’s just one man, and they’re so many. He has a heavenly restriction, and they are all blessed with both innate and inherited techniques, passed down through eons. He knows what they’ll do if they ever found out about you – about the child, and Toji swears on everything he has, that he won’t let them touch you – or her. Even if he won’t be able to. Even if he’ll never be able to hold his daughter, to thank her for being born, to cradle her against his chest and feel her wrap her small fingers against his – he won’t let the Zen’in have her. He won’t.

But that doesn’t mean that he deprives himself from watching over her – or you. Eyes follow the two of you home from her pre-school, singing nursery rhymes to your hearts content, watching as she orders “up, up, mommy!”, squealing happily when you lift her onto your shoulders. He imagines himself in your place; lifting her to higher heights, hearing her giggle a chorus of happy songs as your hand finds his, lips on his scar as you tell him how much you love him.

But he always keeps his distance, dark baseball cap shielding his features, and leaves before you feel someone following you.

It becomes increasingly hard to keep it at that. He starts pushing the boundaries, testing how close he can get. He knows he shouldn’t -- he has no right to – but when she dropped her stuffed toy one time in the supermarket, and you were oblivious to it, he finds himself bending down to grasp the too-soft toy in his calloused hands, dropping it in your basket when your back is turned, and your brows are furrowed as you regard the price difference between her favorite flavor of juice compared to the off-brand ones.

The thrill of being so close, of doing something, anything fatherly, was like a fix – a short relief from the aching despair and loneliness constantly plaguing him, and he finds himself doing it more and more – always pushing, always testing the waters. He even smiled at her once when she caught him staring, and she sent her own toothy grin back at him. His heart soared.

His daughter’s name was Akemi, and he first heard it when it fell from your lips one warm afternoon. He wants to write her name on his heart – right beside yours.

He wants to give her something – a pretty gift, but he doesn’t know what. He was never good at buying presents, and would only ever bring you flowers, since it seemed like something that could never go wrong, and would always bring a bright smile to your face. Flowers would be strange for a child, though. He twists the dainty silver bracelet between his large fingers, thinking bitterly that this was the same way you held the pregnancy test all those years ago. He didn’t really care how much it cost him. He’s sure that the salesman added unnecessary tax and extras to the price just to give himself more commission, but Toji doesn’t care – he just wanted something pretty to give to his daughter.

When he finally sees her enter the park, small hand tugging yours happily, his mind goes empty, and he can’t stop staring. You are as beautiful as ever, and it’s no wonder his daughter is so ethereal when she has you for a mother.

She is perfect, he thinks -- too good for this life -- and even though it’s the worst thing he has ever done, he is reminded that pulling away from you was the only way to save her from his family. It looks like she escaped the curse of inheriting any of his bloodline's techniques, and what’s more so – it seems like she, too, is oblivious to curses; skipping past them as she chases leaves that skit about the dirt path of the park, her teddy in her arms. Toji dips his head down when she draws near the bench he’s sitting on, the brim of his baseball cap keeps his face hidden, and his sadness known only to himself.

“Excuse me?”

He bristles when her voice floats past his ears, so gentle and sweet.

“Hey, mister,” she pokes his knee with her slim finger, so tiny compared to the size of his body, and he jerks at the contact. “Is this yours?”

She’s holding the bracelet in her small hand, the silver glinting in the morning sun, offering it up to him with large eyes, so close to him. At this distance, he can see the true color of her eyes – exactly like his own – and the small freckles that dot her skin. The longer he stares, the more his chest constricts painfully, tightly – he’s finding it hard to breathe, and he exhales suddenly, sharply snatching it away from her.

The force of the movement causes her to stumble a little, tripping over her feet, and before she knows it, the man who was once sitting before her has entirely caught her in his large arms, scooping her up before the ground has a chance to harm her.

She blinks once... twice... swaddled in his arms, sitting against his broad chest, and Toji frantically looks for you, finding you caught up in talking to another mother, too busy to notice. He knows he would scold you for it if he was still in your life, but when his daughter laughs, he snaps his head back to look at her, forgetting what thoughts he had in his mind at the glinting sound of her happiness.

“Whoa!” she exclaims, “You’re fast! Thanks for catching me!”

He doesn’t know what to say – if he should say anything at all. His plan was to give her the bracelet, telling her that it was a late birthday gift from someone that loves her very much, and walking off before she (or you) has the chance to catch on or respond. But now that he’s inches away from her, holding her close as she peers up at him, he’s lost again. He’s lost, and he can’t breathe. He needs you to steady him, but you aren’t here, and he doesn’t know what to do, what should he do, what should he--?

“Where did you get that scar from?” she asks innocently, her large eyes suddenly trained on the mark beside his lips.

“F-from an accident,” he mumbles, “a long time ago.”

“Oh,” she hums, hands splayed against his broad chest, looking around her, swaying her legs absentmindedly. “Wow, you’re really tall! I can see everything from up here!” she exclaims happily, “My mommy’s not as tall as this, so when I sit on her shoulders, I can’t see nearly as much as I can now!”

“Oh,” he mutters, not really knowing what to say, “is that so?”

“Mhm,” she nods, “Mommy’s not as big as you are either.”

At this, he gives a genuine laugh – a sound he hasn’t heard fall from his lips in a long, long time, looking at her with quiet adoration.

“She’s not as fast as you either,” she continues, “you were super-fast!”

“She’s strong in her own ways, though,” he mutters, offering her a soft smile.

“Do you know my mommy?”

He bristles, actively avoiding her gaze. His heart is racing from this much interaction with his daughter, and he’s sure she can feel it under her small palm. It beats for her – if only she knew, and Toji contemplates, for the briefest of seconds, just telling her. The thought leaves his mind as soon as it enters. He doesn’t have that choice, and he doesn’t deserve it.

“Not really,” he mutters, dipping down slowly to set her footing on solid ground once more.

“She’s really pretty,” the little girl continues, playing with the soft fabric of his t-shirt in a small moment of fondness and familiarity, “and nice – and she makes great food!”

Toji realises only after the fact that his hand had settled on top of her head, and he’s stroking her hair softly, thumb caressing her cheek when he moves to cup her face. She doesn’t seem to mind at all, and Toji is overwhelmed with a plethora of emotions. Pride in you for doing all this by yourself and raising such a wonderful child, shame for abandoning you and his daughter, mirth, anger, warmth, sadness, love--

“Akemi!” you call, seeing her lift her head at the sound of your voice. “This way, honey!”

“Oh, I have to go now! My mommy is calling me!” she perks up, gripping her teddy a little tighter and offering the man a smile. “Bye-bye!”

“W-wait!” he calls, thrusting the gift into her small hands. “This is for you, uh... f-from me...”

She looks down at it, before her whole face lights up, and Toji is suddenly breathless – she looks so much like you when she’s surprised, happiness blossoming over her face the same way it would on yours.

Toji feels a deep-rooted emptiness inside his body when he watches his daughter retreat away from him; a living embodiment of all his failures to you, and yet, as he sees her long, black hair whip out behind her, he realizes something else — she was your promise delivered; a combination of everything good between the two of you, in itself a miracle. He might not be in her life, but he was also partly responsible for creating something so beautiful, so ethereal.

He knows he doesn’t deserve it, but if he was ever fortunate enough to be granted a second, it would be a miracle; a holy gift.

A blessing that would accompany the beauty of dawn.

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candyflosstoxicity · 3 years ago

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Wanna Be Your Setting Lotion

Endeavor x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Power imbalance. Unsafe sex. Creampie. Breeding kink. Breath play. Pain play.

Despite the sizable uptick in his popularity after triumphing over the High-End Nomu, Enji still felt that his ability to relate to the everyday civilians was sorely lacking. There was still some doubt amongst the masses that he could be a suitable replacement for All Might. As much as that stung his ego, Enji knew that their misgivings weren’t unfounded.

He had promised his son that he would become a hero that he could be proud to call his father, and that meant more than just saving lives. Enji had to work to build a relationship with the public, and be a hero that was not only powerful, but approachable and relatable.

So, with his secretary’s assistance, Enji reached out to the most highly recommended media relations agency in Musutafu and requested that they pair him with a very particular type of publicist. He made sure to specify that they had to be thick-skinned and prepared to undertake all the work that would come with being the publicist to the number one hero. Though he had certainly made some important changes within himself, he still didn’t know how to talk to people and didn’t want to send the publicist running for the hills.

That was how you ended up standing outside the Endeavor Hero Agency. The glass skyscraper gleamed brightly under the sun, and really impressed upon you that this was happening. You had been assigned your first hero, but not just any run of the mill hero and it honestly had you feeling nervous in a way that you never had before. It’s not as if you doubted your ability to manage and improve the Flame Hero’s public image, but this was a major assignment that could either launch your career into the stratosphere or sink it like a stone.

After taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself, you walked briskly through the front entrance and into the main lobby, where you were greeted by the receptionist. You explained who you were and what you were there for, and she immediately hopped up from her desk in a panic and hastily led you to the elevator. It did nothing to quell your anxiety, because if his receptionist was losing her cool, what chance did you have against the man?

Upon reaching the top floor, the receptionist all but shoved you out of the elevator, giving you a hasty “good luck” while frantically pushing the button to close the door. You stumbled forward and were faced with a large, hardwood door. Having decided that you simply could not delay your assignment any further, you squared your shoulders, took decisive steps forward, and knocked on the door.

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That was several months ago, and you could say with hindsight that you were right to be anxious. While working for Endeavor was the best way to cut your teeth as a publicist, the man himself was...something fucking else.

It wasn’t just that he was physically intimidating, with his towering height and mountains of muscle. Honestly, you were able to quickly get past that and start working towards building a friendly, yet professional relationship with your boss. Except, he was the most tight-lipped, awkward person you had ever dealt with when he wasn’t in the process of saving lives. And when he was actually somewhat talkative, he was so intense that it left you flustered.

However, Enji always treated you with respect and courtesy, and when you did well, he told you as much. Heat would crawl its way from the top of your head to the tips of your toes whenever he would tell you, “You’ve done excellent work this week, (L/N)-san. Your efforts are appreciated.”

To anyone else and coming from anyone else, it might not mean much, but Todoroki Enji wasn’t just anyone. He had high standards for all of his employees, and you were no exception. Praise from him was hard to come by, and when it was directed at you, it made you feel some type of way.

It was obvious to everyone with a pulse that Enji was an incredibly attractive man. Indeed, every interview you scheduled for him with a female journalist found him being inundated with coy smiles, flirting, and pointed questions about his relationship status.

To be fair, you had asked him the same question, but only because it was important for you to know as the person who handled all of his public relations. It definitely wasn’t because you were lusting after your client and hoping that he was free to maybe, someday, knock your walls down.

Still, you had always prided yourself on being the consummate professional, so you refrained from asking any questions that were too personal. Even though you were so often alone with Enji in his penthouse office, with little to no interruption, and a lot of plush furniture he could fuck you on…

You shook your head sharply, your dark, curly hair moving with the motion. ‘Focus, bitch. Don’t be a goofy and try to fuck your boss. He would probably fire your ass before you could ask for a crumb of dick.’

It didn’t matter if you hadn’t gotten laid since you started working as his publicist; you were NOT going to fuck Todoroki Enji.

Little did you know, Enji was enduring his own share of suffering and sexual frustration. And he had no intentions of denying himself. For him, it was simply a matter of opportunity.

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It was finally Friday evening, and Enji was more than ready for the weekend. After a solid week of double patrols, while squeezing in PR appearances that you had set up for him, he just wanted to sit down in his recliner at home and have a stiff drink. He was sitting at his desk with his laptop open, finishing up some last minute paperwork on a report he needed to submit to the Hero Public Safety Commission by Monday.

Just as he put the final signature on the last page, you came bursting through his office door, without knocking, of course. Not that he minded; it was always a treat to see you, even if you were a bit...distracting. Your shapely legs carried you briskly towards his desk and he couldn’t help but admire how enticing they looked sheathed in your sheer stockings. He almost missed what you were trying to tell him, too busy imagining them wrapped around his waist.

“Endeavor-san, I’m sorry to disturb you right before quittin’ time, but I just finalized the details of your appearance on Present Mic’s late night radio show for next weekend,” you chirped with no small amount of satisfaction. Ah, right; Enji had agreed to make time for that, considering Mic was very popular with the young crowd and an appearance on his show would do wonders for his popularity with that demographic.

“He promised to keep it light and casual, and most of the time block will be spent playing some music that you both enjoy. I cross-referenced his playlist with the list you compiled, and y’all have some bangers in common. We’ll need to go over your note cards again, but I’m sure you’ve got that part covered by now.”

Your eyes were focused on the folder in your hands, flipping through the papers there as you went over the last minute details. Enji’s eyes were watching you, though, and he found himself struggling to give a damn about Present Mic or his radio show. Not when you were standing before him, a radiant vision of smooth brown skin and a halo of curls. How badly he wanted to sink his fingers into them and tug your head back, make you submit to him…

“Endeavor-san, are you listening?”

The question coming from your pretty lips, in that sweet, but sharp voice, was enough to finally get his attention. He tore his gaze from your petite frame and looked up to see your dark brown eyes staring at him sternly. Enji coughed and shifted in his chair, trying to subtly adjust his now rock hard dick.

“My apologies, (Y/N), I’m a bit worn out from this week,” he hastily assured you. “If you wouldn’t mind emailing those notes to me, I will look over them again this weekend.”

Your expression softened and you tossed the folder onto his desk before walking around to the side and perching yourself on the edge. Enji could practically feel the blood rush to his dick with you sitting so close to him, the scent of your perfume immediately clouding his mind. Your already short skirt rode up even higher and he had to force himself to look you in the eye, which he regretted shortly after.

“Have I been riding you too hard, sir?”

Enji’s eyes narrowed slightly at you, thinking that you must be toying with him. But, your face was devoid of cunning, and you seemed genuinely concerned for his well-being. He wasn’t used to that kind of consideration from really anyone, especially not one of his employees.

“No, far from it. You probably take it a bit too easy on me, but you still produce amazing results. I would be completely clueless about this public relations crap if I didn’t have someone as bright and clever in my corner,” Enji rumbled, almost bashfully, the tips of his ears still pink from your accidental innuendo.

He had no way of knowing, but the feeling that Enji’s praise gave you was like a shot of adrenaline to you. Warmth bloomed in your cheeks, and you quickly began stuttering and trying to downplay your contribution. However, Enji was having none of it and reached out to grab your anxiously fluttering hands, which had the desired effect of shutting you up.

But, Enji didn’t stop there. He was tired of you not giving yourself enough credit. More than that, he was tired of only being able to show his gratitude in words. So, he took advantage of your size difference and tugged you into his arms and then settled you on his right thigh, forcing you to straddle the muscular appendage.

“E-Endeavor-san?!” you squeaked out. Your tiny hands were encased in his much larger ones and even that small bit of skin to skin contact was enough to set a fire low in your belly.

“Please, call me Enji. It seems a bit formal considering the things I want to do to you.”

“And what exactly do you want to do to me, Enji?” Your voice was low and breathless, but he could see the excitement clearly in your deep brown eyes.

He released your hands and let his own wander down the curve of your sides to settle on your hips. Still maintaining eye contact with you, he engulfed the soft flesh there with a gentle, but firm squeeze. You gasped softly and instinctually ground down against the flexing muscles of his thigh.

Enji growled lowly in his throat and took one hand off your hip, and reached up to bury it in the soft curls that framed your gorgeous face. At first, he gently massaged the scalp with his fingertips, but when he felt you relax, Enji used the curls at your nape to tug your head back.

He loved how small you were in his arms, how easily he towered over you and controlled your movements. And there you were, gasping and squirming in his lap, letting him touch you in such a dominating way. It stoked a fire within him that he hadn’t felt in a long while, urging him to make you fall apart under his touch.

“There are so many things that I want to do to this tight, little body,” Enji whispered against your throat. He placed a heated kiss there, followed by a gentle nip before continuing, “But, for now, I want you to ride my thigh.”

To his delight, you didn’t hesitate to start meekly rolling your hips forward, your skirt bunching up around your waist with the motions. Still, you seemed to be holding yourself back, and he was having none of that. Using the hand that was still gripping your hip, Enji forced you to press down harder and move faster. Getting the message, you braced your palms against his broad, solid chest and began grinding against him in earnest.

The filthy moans you let spill from your plump lips were music to Enji’s ears, and he struggled to refrain from just ripping your stockings off and sliding your down onto his aching dick. There would be plenty of time for that later, but in that moment, he wanted to make you felt just how appreciated you were.

“Come on, little sparrow, I know you’re close. I can feel you soaking my pants leg.”

The desperation and desire in his voice drove your lust even higher. That, combined with the friction of your nylon stockings against your bare pussy, had you teetering on the edge of release.

“Please, sir!” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but he seemed to. And he was going to make you beg for it.

“Please what?”

“I...I want you to fuck me, sir! Please let me cum on your dick,” you pleaded with a breathless whine, never ceasing your wanton grinding.

“Oh, you will be cumming on my dick. But, first, you’re going to make yourself nice and sloppy for me.”

Enji gripped your hair tighter and pulled your head back until your spine arched. Now, your nails were digging into the skin of his pectorals, but he didn’t care because the end result was you humping against him with reckless abandon. No longer needing to guide your movements, he reached up and wrapped his other hand around your delicate throat, squeezing just enough to make the blood rush to your head. That was just enough to tip you right over the edge.

“Oh, oh!” Your hips began to stutter slightly in their movements as your orgasm crept up on you. A scream that surprised you, but made Enji growl in triumph, was ripped from your throat as you bucked wildly through the peak of your release. Letting go of your tresses and throat, Enji pulled you gently into his chest and ran his hands soothingly down your back. As your body trembled and quaked through the vestiges of your orgasm, he murmured soft praises into the crown of your hair.

“You did such a good job for me, baby girl. I’m so proud of you and all your hard work. Are you ready for your reward now?”

Despite the fact that you had just cum your brains out, his words of praise had you moaning wantonly, your head bobbing lazily in consent. Enji wasted no time in standing you up between his legs, supporting your weight effortlessly as he slid his hands up your inner thighs towards the crotch of your stockings. A brief, but loud ripping sound echoed in the spacious office, and then you felt a cool breeze against your soaked lips. Enji took a moment to run a thick finger through your dainty folds, making you shudder and moan.

Enji considered having you ride him again, but a glance at the large sectional he had in the corner of the room gave him other ideas. Picking you up as if you weighed nothing, he carried you to the luxurious piece of furniture and laid you down on your back. He immediately covered your body with his own and locked his lips with yours, the kiss quickly turning heated. While your lips moved together with unrestrained passion, he busied himself with undoing his belt and slacks. Once he got them undone, he freed his aching length from the confines of his underwear, hissing at the sensation of the cool air hitting the too hot skin.

Pulling away from your soft warmth, Enji made you look him in the eye before he asked, “It seems a bit late to ask, but are you sure this is what you want?”

Thinking he was just being considerate, you smiled softly up at him and nodded in affirmation. He kissed you hard, one more time, before looking down to guide his more than impressive dick to your dripping entrance. As soon as he pressed the head in, you knew what he was really asking you before, which was whether you could handle being stretched to your absolute limit.

You threw your head back, pressing into the soft cushion underneath you, and struggled to breathe around the sensation of his girth splitting you open. It was a good thing he made sure you were wet enough beforehand, otherwise, you were sure that you wouldn’t have been able to take all of him.

Enji made sure to take his time pressing in and withdrawing, inch by inch, enraptured by the sight of your pretty pussy stretching around him. It was a couple minutes more before he was fully seated inside you, the head of his dick pressed snugly against your cervix. He paused his movements to press sweet, but rough kisses along your jaw and collarbones. You reached up and buried your fingers in his hair, applying the barest pressure to bring his face closer to yours so you could press your foreheads together.

“I’d really like for you to move now,” you panted softly. Sure, it was quite the stretch having him inside you, but it didn’t hurt and you were still filled with a burning desire to be wrecked by the giant hovering over you.

Withdrawing slowly, so slowly, Enji paused again to watch your face as he gave a quick, experimental thrust. The cry of pleasure you let out snapped his resolve to continue taking it slow, and he began to fuck into you with a vigor. All you could do is tighten your grip on his red locks and hold on for the ride.

“God, you feel so good wrapped around me. Do you have any idea how long I have wanted this? How many times I’ve fantasized about fucking into you like this, making you my little cumdump?”

Enji was actually caught off guard with how visceral your reaction was to his dirty talk. He didn’t think it possible, but you became even tighter around his dick, nails biting into his scalp, as well. You began trying to thrust back up against him, but he was having none of that. Enji pulled back just enough to take your legs and throw them over his shoulders so he could put you in a mating press.

“Oh gods, yes, just like this, Daddy!” you wailed loudly, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure from his rigid member rubbing against your velvet walls with the new angle.

A groan that sounded like a snarl rumbled in Enji’s chest at the sound of your fucked out voice calling him ‘Daddy’. It made him want to grind his dick deeper into you, until all you could see, feel, or taste was him and the pleasure he was giving to you.

“Fuck, if you call me that again, I’m going to fucking cum and I’m not going to pull out.” He expected you to object, or something but instead, you attempted to pull him in closer with the strength of your legs alone.

“Please, please, please fill me up, Daddy! I want it all, please, give it to me!”

Pace quickening at your filthy words, Enji leaned forward until you were practically pressed in half and his thrusts had the tip of his dick bumping your womb with every plunge deeper. You were unable to even scream, the air knocked from your lungs and your brain foggy with thought-warping ecstasy.

“Goddammit, you’re gonna make me cum, baby. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim. Gonna make you round with my child. Is that what you want?”

All you could do was nod frantically, incoherent pleas and his name spilling from your drooling mouth in an endless stream. You would do anything, say anything, just to feel his hot cum paint your walls.

From the way you were clenching and pulsing around him, Enji knew that you were close to the precipice again already, and he was ready to tumble over right along with you. Letting go of the last bit of restraint holding him back, Enji captured your lips in a searing kiss and swallowed your cries of passion as he began to piston into your tight heat, chasing his orgasm and hurtling you towards yours.

A shrill scream muffled by his lips and the sharp tightening of your walls around him signaled to Enji that you were cumming, and he quickly followed after you. His powerful hips stuttered once, twice before he drove his entire length fully inside you and stilled, his head pressed to the opening of your womb. Much hotter than you were expecting it to be, spurts of cum that seemed endless gushed deep inside you, prolonging both of your orgasms to the point of over-sensitivity.

When you both finally came down and got your breathing under control, Enji slowly pulled out from you and gently eased your legs off his shoulders. He gathered you up in an embrace and flipped the two of you over so that you were laid on top of him, head resting against his chest. Again, he stroked your back and sides soothingly, murmuring words of praise and comfort.

For your part, you were fucking wiped, your heart still racing and brown skin dewed with sweat. You could feel cum leaking out of your abused hole, but could hardly be bothered to care with exhaustion and satiation weighing so heavily on your eyes.

With strong arms wrapped around you and every bone in your body feeling like marshmallow, you snuggled closer to Enji and fell asleep to the steady pulse of his heart in your ear.

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icequeenbae · 4 years ago

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Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)

Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.

Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

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goldlightsaber · 4 years ago

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A Quiet Place Part II

Wow, I just came back from the movie theatre, and I am so pleased that this movie was everything I wanted it to be. So here it goes, another movie analysis/review.

Dare I say iconique?

There was a lot hinging A Quiet Place Part II. It is one of the first movies “back in theaters.” There was a lot of anticipation because the movie got delayed for over a year. But I don’t think it could’ve come out at a more perfect time. One of the things I noticed about the world of A Quiet Place was that, in thematic ways, it reflects our own. In the height of the pandemic, everyone in our world was scared, worried about supplies running low, losing loved ones, and grieving a life they once had. Like in the movie, we were all forced to lay low by staying inside. Maybe I was projecting my own feelings, but I found it to be highly relatable and touching in that way (without being tragic but rather uplifting instead).

Onto the actual contents, though. The opening scene was *chef’s kiss.* You feel tension right away because of how eerily quiet the town is mid-day, a foreshadowing of what’s to come. Except everything is too neat, the cars too perfectly parked, no windows broken -- we know it is the calm before the storm. I love the patient shot of the stoplight changing lights. We are waiting for disaster to strike but just don’t know when it will.

The baseball scene subverted a few of my expectations -- I thought Emmett would be a stranger to the family so I was surprised he turned out to be a friendly family acquaintance. This worked well because it probably made Emmett feel some obligation in helping Evelyn and her family later. I also expected Marcus to hit the ball eventually because of the two initial misses -- but then the fireball passes through the sky and life as they know it is over.

Some part of me expected the flashback scene to be superfluous and just an opportunity to show John Krasinski again, but it served its purpose -- when characters refer to “that day,” we feel the gravity of it because of what we saw in the opening segment.

I didn’t expect the monster when it first appeared. You expect Lee to have a conversation with the cop, for the monster to show up soon but not just yet -- and then Lee, almost dissociating, is rushing back to his truck after what was no doubt the most traumatic sight of his life at that point. He starts the car with the it’s-going-to-be-all-right facade a parent must don for their child.

There were several other excellent “oh-shit” moments in this movie. One of my favorites was, after Evelyn sets off the booby trap that attracts the monster (an excellent oh-shit moment in and of itself but already revealed in the trailer), Marcus gets his foot caught in a bear trap. When he screams, it’s like watching a glass you knocked over to the floor crash into a million pieces. My brain was just one big shout of “OH SHIT” and nothing else. Emily Blunt’s acting was superb here and throughout -- the way she played desperation and a simultaneous love for her child was palpable.

Cillian Murphy is an excellent addition to the cast. I was particularly mesmerized by his acting in all the breathy dialogue scenes where he’s protesting against either Evelyn or Regan. Emmett felt believable in all his sweaty, scruffy glory. He keeps insisting he doesn’t want to help, but, very wholesomely, he always does. He’s a sucker for them from the start. And whether he and Regan like it or not, he is slowly becoming the protective father figure in her life. He can’t get in the way of her plans and her genius, and he can never replace Lee, but the love is there. I love their arc.

And speaking of Regan...

Wow, did the kids in this movie shine. Millicent Simmonds and Noah Jupp absolutely exceeded my expectations. Boy, could Jupp scream and look scared for his life. He was completely believable in his role. And Simmonds walks with this quiet strength, this gentleness. I loved what they did with the scenes where Regan and Emmett were struggling to communicate and she had to keep bringing him back down to Earth. I love the way this movie changes the game for what communication looks like -- there is rarely yelling or even regular-volume conversation. Instead there is sign language, exhales, whispers, the mouthing of words. This creates a mesmerizing atmosphere for the movie. These silences and moments of white-noise do not mean the absence of humans speaking to each other.

I’m not sure how I feel about the shady, red-eyed community of people on the docks. They looked like they were all on drugs and walked like zombies. And the creepy little girl who trapped Emmett just felt like she belonged to another genre of horror? This isn’t a “creepy children” horror movie, it’s an eldritch monster horror movie! It wasn’t the most believable plot point but I wasn’t super opposed to it, either. I wanted to know more about these shady people. I fully expected them to take Emmett and Regan back to their leader or tribal base, but nope, they were just shady people (the kind not worth saving).

This isn’t a criticism per say but I was definitely expecting more scenes between Emmett and the entire Abbott family, so I was a little sad they split them up and we didn’t get a reunion. This is a possible tease for a third movie -- as is the expanding world of the island and the lack of a total end to the apocalypse. And, of course, there are hints that Evelyn and Emmett might have a future together -- Evelyn symbolically takes off her wedding ring and Emmett reluctantly but naturally fills the father role for the children. At the same time, we leave off at a point where we can imagine what happens next and don’t need to know more -- it can be up to our interpretation. They can end the movie there, since it is clear that the children have figured out how to defeat the monsters.

And speaking of that, the ending had a very Stranger Things feel to it. Never mind that the monsters from each respective series look almost identical -- the ending takes a surprise turn when it is the two Abbott children who take things into their own hands and kill the monsters while their parental figures literally sit back and watch in awe. I appreciated the message here: that young people are innovative, strong and brave enough to do the right thing. They are capable of great things; it’s all right to trust them and let them take the reins.

I think the movie’s atmosphere is just lovely. Just because it’s horror doesn’t mean there can’t be scenic shots of a sunset on the beach. That’s what I like about both movies so much -- they don’t feel like most horror movies because they still leave room for beauty and tenderness and hope.

Overall, a very enjoyable film. I would love to see the family reunion if there is a sequel -- and that the potential sequel is helmed by the right writers/director once again! Go, John Krasinski! He killed it.

#a quiet place #a quiet place part ii #a quiet place 2 #a quiet place ii #john krasinski #emily blunt #cillian murphy #film #horror #noah jupp #millicent simmonds #*heart eyes*#also i nearly CRIED being back in the movie theatre #it was SO BEAUTIFUL i got into a really fancy once where they drew back golden curtains i literally could NOT be happier #ugh what an experience #thank you God for movies

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crispyjenkins · 4 years ago

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Can we get a fic where Jaster somehow gets sent to the future or something and him reacting to the clones? (Being pissed off that his ad would do something like this to these poor kids/ just reacting to them?)

(this one was so. fecking. hard. to write, i’ve been struggling with it for weeks, but i’m glad i did, because this is by far the best version i made of it. it’s interesting in how much my opinion of jango’s decision to be the template has changed since i first got this ask, and i was definitely coming at it with this post in mind for their characterisations here.

i love hondo. so you get hondo knowing jaster from pre-civil war days, and i don’t care if canon disagrees: hondo ohnaka has been terroising house mereel for three generations.

also i’ve already had a few people donate to my ko-fi and i’m completely floored by your kindness and generosity, and i sat down with this fill knowing i wanted to get it out as soon as possible. i sincerely love you all, i hope you’re all healthy and being as safe as possible.)

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“Oh, Jango? We keep him here.” —Lama Su, AotC

By some will of the Ka’ra, it’s Boba that finds him.

The possibility of dying in his ad’s arms hadn’t exactly crossed Jaster’s mind until it happened, like a nightmare he had never even had. For the first time since the Fett farm burned, Jaster cursed the Ka’ra, and he curses them again when he wakes up not marching* to the stars, but standing knee-deep in the snows of Galidraan

And the Ka’ra make sure he knows it’s Galidraan though he had never been there, just as he somehow knows Jango is long-since dead. That he is a dislocated bone in the universe, snapped out of time and place and thrown into a future where Jango’s face stares at him from a body that is not his.

“Oh,” the teen with Jango’s nose says, the snow coming all the way up to their thighs, and they don't look dressed nearly warm enough for this biome. “Did Hondo send you?”

Jaster blinks at them. “Did...? No, ad’ika, I have not spoken to Hondo in many years.” Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised Hondo is even still alive, Maker knows Jaster’s tried to kill him enough times himself, but if the number of years since his death on Korda Six is as many as he thinks it is, surely someone would have shot him by now.

The teen doesn’t wear beskar’gam —it’s unlikely they’re even old enough to— but the style of the armor they do wear cannot be inspired by anything else, just reminiscent enough of evaar’gam that Jaster can’t help comparing every little detail about them with the faded image of Jango in his mind.

“Then who the kriff are you?” They eye Jaster warily, left hand twitching towards the vibroblade at their hip.

Promising to strangle every one of the Ka’ra when he can finally march away, and throwing the last of his caution down to the snow between them, Jaster simply says, “Jaster Mereel.”

Impossibly, though maybe not entirely, not-Jango doesn’t laugh at him, or call him crazy, or even try to shoot him with the rifle slung over their shoulder. No, they straighten to their full height, and—

And swear so colorfully in Huttese that Jaster knows this hell-child has absolutely been raised by Hondo Ohnaka.

Boba takes him to the ruins of Kamino first, where the kriffing Sith Empire has destroyed another one of his people’s homes.

The growth labs were all blown into the ocean by imperial ilk soon after the formation of the empire, but the barracks and some of the training rooms still stand above the waves. In the ship he says belonged to Jango, Boba steers them to a dilapidated landing pad, controlling the Slave I (Maker, had Jaster really left Jango to that fate?) far too easily through the rubble for this to be his first time to return, and Jaster tries not to think about what that means.

Walking the dark, grimy white halls, seeing the narrow bunks and bare req rooms, he then tries not to think about a child being raised in such a place, about hundreds of thousands of children being raised in such a place. How had Jango... chosen this for them?

“I only have his stories,” Boba tells him quietly, when he shows Jaster the tiny apartment the Kaminoans had given them to “keep Jango close”. It’s bigger than most captain’s cabins, to be sure, but it is just as plain and white as the rest of the facility. “But he couldn’t even get one hundred Mandalorians to come and train the... clones.” He shuffles his feet uncomfortably as Jaster looks into the cupboard-sized kitchen and tries not to break down at the package of Mandalorian chiles rotted away on the counter. “Everyone else was New Mandalorian or Death Watch.”

“And the rest... they fell at the Battle of Galidraan?”

“Buir always called it a massacre,” he looks away. “Only a handful of the Cuy’val Dar even considered themselves True Mandalorians, buir was there when the Jedi killed the rest.”

Jaster inhales deeply, takes a few moments to steady himself, and is sickeningly, horrifyingly relieved. By the Maker, but knowing Jango had had no one left before his Kamino contract, that not even Skirata followed the codex anymore, that Jango had only taken the job after forcing Tyranus to give him an unaltered clone, makes Jaster guilty for having doubted his foundling. It doesn’t excuse anything, of course, but knowing Jango had done it all for aliit, well, it does make it easier to swallow.

Boba leads him back out of the apartment, he had already stripped it of anything important years ago, and they don’t stick around after reboarding the Slave I. Only after they’re out of atmosphere with hyperspace coordinates for Tatooine in the astronav system does Boba join Jaster in the tiny galley with a bottle of tihaar that Jaster should probably reprimand him for, but won’t.

“He tried to pretend he didn’t care, about the others,” Boba says and doesn’t even bother to find them glasses, “I think some days he even believed it.”

“He always was stubborn as a rancor.”

Boba takes a long pull from the bottle before passing it across the table. “Tyranus scared the shit out of me back then, he was too... put together, too fancy. Buir didn’t like him, I don’t know why he even did the tryout for him, the pay wasn’t even that great?”

Rubbing his left eye until he sees stars, Jaster stares down into the bottle until he can come up with a way to explain core Mandalorian beliefs to a child that had barely a decade of living as one before that, too, had been taken from him. “If Jang’ika took that job intending to come out on the other side, I’ll kiss whatever Vizsla is left.”

Boba’s mouth twists and he kicks his heels against the floor, not waiting for Jaster to hand it to him to grab the tihaar back. “Buir was an idiot,” he says, like the solve to a simple math problem, and Jaster can’t but agree.

He sighs. “Unfortunately, he probably got that from somewhere.”

“I mean, at least Montross didn’t live long enough to end up as the template? Kriffing fuck, can you imagine if the Jedi had had to work with that shabuir’s clones?”

“Maybe the war would have ended sooner,” he muses and accepts the bottle, “surely this Emperor would have tired of his face much sooner than Jango’s.”

“Or the Coruscant Guard would have shivved Palpatine in his sleep and tried to take over the Republic; what’s one betrayal of your leader to another?”

“Then I’d like to think Jango would put him, them, in their place for a third time.”

Snorting, Boba pushes to his feet to, presumably, check on the autopilot. “If buir would have even let it get that far, then I’ll kiss Vizsla.”

“Old friend!” Hondo shouts as soon as he sees them, and Jaster winces, nursing his first hangover since his twenties.

“Ohnaka,” he returns, and pretends he doesn’t notice the subtle way Boba brightens as Hondo comes to clap them both on the shoulders.

The old pirate just chuckles and starts to steer them both back across the hangar bay to his latest junk ship. “I heard you died, Mand’alor,” he says casually, like the title isn’t cursed to the ka’ra and back, like it hadn’t been three decades since anyone had dared call someone from his house such a thing so sincerely.

“I did.”

“I found him on Galidraan,” Boba offers. “Is that why you told me to go?”

Hondo scoffs, and Jaster would say he was flustered if he didn’t know him better. “No, I told you to go because Aurra had a job for you, that you seem to have forgotten about in your haste to bring my long lost best friend back to me.”

Boba scowls. “Aurra wasn’t at the meeting place, laandur, it was a kriffing mynock chase and you know it.”

Jaster side eyes his old “friend”, and wonders again about his preternatural... luck in all things pirate-related, despite being a boisterous mess of a man most of the time. If this Aurra had even been on the planet when Boba got there, Jaster will kiss Vizsla twice.

Mando’a: Ka'ra — an ancient Mandalorian story, ruling council of fallen kings, “stars” ad — “child”, gender neutral 'ika — diminutive suffix, similar to the suffix “ita/o” in Spanish. generally used only by close family and friends beskar'gam — Armour made of beskar, “Mandalorian Iron” that was actually probably a steel alloy evaar'gam — lit. “youth armour”, fan name for the interim armour/garb Mandalorians would have worn before building their kit of beskar’gam buir — “parent”, gender neutral Cuy'val Dar — “Those who no longer exist”, group of 75 Mando’ade and 25 others put together by Jango to train the clones aliit — “clan”, “family” tihaar — Mandalorian strong clear spirit made from fruit shabuir — an extreme insult, mostly accepted in fandom to be an insult of an individual’s ability to parent (from buir), which is an intrinsic part of Mandalorian psyche and identity laandur — used here as “weak”, “pathetic”, but is usually used as “delicate”, “fragile”

*in reference to the Mando’a word for the dead/deceased “taab'echaaj'la”, or “marched far away”, best explained in the Mando’a tribute to dead comrades, “not gone, merely marching far away”.

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anonymous-tals · 3 years ago

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Oops, I projected my mental health issues onto a fictional character that is similar to me. Time to write fanfiction, I guess!

TW: Eating Disorders. If you are struggling or are in recovery from an eating disorder, here’s a big ol’ trigger warning. There are no numbers or specifics about anything but it does center around Brad Bakshi of the show Mythic Quest struggling with his eating disorder.

This is not in an attempt to glamorize eating disorders(not that I wrote anything that would but just in case someone misinterprets this). Eating disorders are not cute or quirky. They are serious illnesses that lead to death. If you are struggling with an eating disorder, you deserve recovery. Please reach out for help to a trusted adult.

National Eating Disorder Association 1-800-931-2237

One last trigger warning for eating disorders before we begin! I hope the writing isn’t trash. If you have any critiques, feel free to comment them. I hope you enjoy the story(if this is cringey, future me, you have permission to murder me right now):

Brad’s eyes opened, squinting as he tried to adjust to the harsh lights. He looked around the room, confused as to where he was. After a couple of seconds, he identified the room as a hospital room. There was a lady sitting on a chair by the door reading a book. Adjusting himself, Brad slowly sat up, his head aching as he did. The lady perked up as she noticed Brad had awakened.

“Oh! You’re awake!”, she said, calmly, putting down her book.

“Where-Where am I?”, said Brad.

“You’re in the hospital, sir.” Brad looked around the room. The walls were a cool green. Typical nature photos shuffled through on a tv that was mounted on the wall in front of his bed as it waited to be used. There was a thin door that he guessed was either a bathroom or a closet. Brown cupboards lined the walls. He moved his arm only to notice there was a tube attached to it.

“What the hell happened?”, he thought. The previous day, or what he presumed to be the previous day, had been foggy. Well, pretty much everyday lately had been a blur.

“I’m going to go tell a nurse you’re awake so we can do weights and vitals.” A pang of fear struck him at the sound of the word weight. Someone else was going to see what he weighed. His thoughts were racing.

“Just take a deep breath.”, he thought. He tried to calm himself down by looking around the room. He noticed there was a card on the counter beneath the cabinets. Curiosity got the best of him and he stood up. Stars popped into his vision and he steadied himself before making his way to the counter. The tube was just barely long enough for him to reach it. The cover read, ‘Get well soon!’. Brad walked back to the hospital bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. “I wonder who it’s from?”, he thought, opening the card. “I can’t believe you are in the hospital! You appeared so healthy. Get well, soon, motu.”

“Brad Bakshi?”, a nurse called from the doorway. He looked up, tossing the card into a trash can by the bed. The lady who had been sitting in the room with him walked in and sat down again, opening her book. “Hello, I’m Amanda Armstrong and I’ll be your nurse today. Do you know why you’re here?”, she said.

“No.”, Brad replied, shortly.

“Well, you were brought here by…”, she looked down at a clipboard she was holding. “...Ian Grimm? Does that name sound familiar?”

“Yes, he’s my boss.” Brad kept his voice calm but his heart was starting to quicken. Memories from the day previous began to surface.

“Well, he said you had fainted while walking up a flight of stairs.” Brad’s calm demeanor cracked as the memories flooded back.

“Oh...yah. I remember that.”

“Yes, well, you got a concussion. Thankfully, it isn’t too bad.”

“When will I be getting out?”, Brad said, shaking away his feelings of anxiety.

“Well, let’s take your vitals first and then we can discuss that. Come with me.” Brad followed Amanda out into the hall. They didn’t walk for long but the environment made him feel uneasy. There was something surreal about it. Or maybe it was the fact that he felt a little light headed that made everything feel a bit off. “We’ll be in here.”, said Amanda, opening the door. Brad entered the room, surveying his surroundings. It looked like a typical room for check-ups. Amanda made her way to the computer sitting on the desk and started logging in and opening a file. “Ok, let’s do your vitals. I’m going to ask you to lay down and stay still, please!” She walked over to the wall where a weird machine stood. “I’m just going to put this on your arm, if you’d roll up your sleeve for me.” Brad rolled up his sleeve and she velcroed what appeared to be something relating to blood pressure. “Ok, I’m going to need you to answer honestly. Have you had any feelings of depression or sadness?”

“Excuse me?”, said Brad, startled, sitting up.

“Please lay down, Mr.Bakshi. Begrudgingly, Brad lay down.

“Why on earth are you asking me this?”, said Brad, frustrated.

“Well…”, she hesitated. “Ok, I’m going to be direct with you here. Your boss reported that you hadn’t been eating much and you have been appearing to be quite fatigued and dizzy. Right now, we’re doing your vitals to see what we’ll need to do.”

“Are you implying that I have an eating disorder? I’ll tell you right now that I don’t.”

“Well, the lanugo is telling a different story. Now, please, let’s go through the questions.” The nurse asked the questions while doing the vitals despite Brad giving short, passive aggressive answers.

“Ok, time for weight and height.” Brad's heart quickened.

“Do we have to?”

“I’m going to have you turn around. You won’t even see it!” He stepped onto the scale as he tried to hide his growing panic.

“You fat idiot. If you restricted more, maybe you wouldn’t be so anxious right now. You wouldn’t even be here, I bet! You fat, stupid, fatty-”

“Ok, you can step off!” The nurse's voice interrupted his thoughts and he stepped off the scale. Ok, let’s do your height.

She measured his height and then went over the computer and input the information.

“Ok. So, here’s what we’ve got going on here, Mr.Bakshi. Your vitals are showing symptoms of anorexia and so is your BMI.”

“BMI is garbage.”, Brad said dismissively.

“Well, that doesn’t disregard any of the other information. I can’t force you to do anything since you’re an adult but I would highly suggest going into inpatient care.”

“For the last time, I don’t have an eating disorder! Sorry, I care about my health! I thought losing weight was a good thing!” The nurse sighed before closing out of the tabs on the computer.

“Well, you can think it over during the next couple days. You’ll need to stay here to make sure your head is okay.” Rolling his eyes, Brad scoffed.

“Fine, whatever. My decision won’t change, though!”

They headed back to the room and Brad sat down on his bed. He stared at the tv. It had just faded to a picture of a monarch butterfly on a purple flower. His gaze travelled across the room until it fell onto the card he had thrown in the trash can.

“I bet I wouldn’t even get diagnosed with anything. I’m too fat. I need to be thinner. I’m not even that bad. I need to be that bad, though.” Just then, a sharp knock on the door halted his thoughts in their tracks. Brad looked up to see David standing at the doorway with a balloon and a gift bag.

“Great, just what I needed.”, said Brad, sarcastically.

“Nice to see you too, Brad.” Brad rolled his eyes in response. “The office was really worried about you! You sure took a tumble. Anyways, here’s a balloon! And a gift! Courtesy of your friends at the office!”

“Interesting. I didn’t consider you guys as friends.”, Brad replied coldly.

“What do you want me to say, then? Huh? Courtesy of everyone you annoy and pester?” Brad looked away, not responding. He was finding it harder and harder to keep his emotions hidden underneath.

“Listen, David. I don’t care about you guys and you guys don’t care about me and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“I’m sorry we’re decent enough human beings to care about other people.”

“Pshh, you don’t care about me. You just want to feel good about yourselves so you can feel like you’re a decent human being. So you can stop pretending you care about me because you don’t, ok? No one does.” His emotions were slipping through. He could feel his eyes welling up but he wouldn’t allow the tears to fall.

“Come on, Brad. Of course people care about you! Your brother for example! He’s a great guy! He threw you that awesome birthday party, remember?” Brad sat still, not responding. “Earth to Brad, anyone in there?”, David said, giving a small laugh.

“Shut up!” Brad shouted loudly, causing David to wince. “My brother is a horrible person. He has gone out of his way to ruin my life. In fact, he is ruining my life right now.” His voice cracked as a tear broke through.

“Brad, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“Just leave, ok? Please just leave.” Brad’s heart began to beat faster. “You idiot.”, he thought. “You let him see that you’re weak. You are weak. You’re just a fat, weak, pussy.” His breathing was getting quicker and quicker. The room started to spin. It felt like everything was happening all at once. Just then, he felt a hand on each of his shoulders.

“Take a deep breath, ok?”, said David. Brad hesitated before taking a deep breath in and letting it out. “In, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4. In, 2-” Slowly Brad began to calm down. He opened his eyes, not even realizing that he had closed them. “Better?”, asked David, taking a step back. Brad looked towards the window, avoiding eye contact, wiping the tears from his face. He tried to think of something witty to say but he was too tired. They were both quiet for a bit before David broke the silence. “Well, I have to go but I-”

“Stay. Please.” Brad didn’t break eye contact with the window.

“I...I guess I could stay.” David pulled up the chair that the lady had been in earlier. They sat there in silence for a while before David grabbed the remote for the TV. “Are you good with me putting something on?” Brad stayed quiet. “I’ll take that as a yes!” He scrolled through the small selection of movies before choosing something and relaxing into his chair.

…

They sat there for a while. Movies played while David talked about what had happened at the office that day. Poppy and Ian created an obstacle course to see who was better. Not better at one specific thing. Just better in general. Brad didn’t respond but every once in a while, a small smile would crack through.

“Well, it’s getting late so I think I should actually get going.”, David said, standing up and started walking out the door. Just before he left, Brad spoke.

“Thank you...for staying and all.” He, once again, wasn’t making eye contact.

“Of course, man. It’s no big deal!” There was a pause before Brad spoke again.

“They want me to do an inpatient program.”

“Oh? For…” David trailed off.

“Yah…” Brad started fidgeting with the corner of the blanket on the bed. “I don’t know what to do. Whether I should go or not.”

“Well, I’d say you should do what you think would benefit you best.”, said David, taking a couple steps towards him. Brad was silent.

“...Thanks, David.”

David gave a small wave as he walked out the door. Brad sat there awake for a while, unable to sleep. He sat there, listening to the sounds of the hospital through the door. A woman, presumably a nurse, poked her head in the room. “Would you like to order dinner?” Brad shook his head and the nurse left. He then spotted the gift bag that David had brought. He picked it up and removed the tissue paper stuffed in at the top. Inside there was a pig plush and a card. The plushy was adorable and very soft. He pet the pig plush, enjoying the soothing texture, before placing it in his lap and moving onto the card. It was your typical get better soon card. On the inside, there were either signatures or little get well messages from everyone. It seemed like the pig plush was Jo’s idea. Brad leaned over and placed the card on the side table next to his bed. He looked at it for a minute before grabbing the pig, getting under the covers and falling asleep.

#brad bakshi #brad bakshi fanfic #is this cringey? i can't tell.#mythic quest fanfic #mythic quest

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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So I’m a dark skin girl and I always wonder is Harry gets involved with women that are not white skinny tall blonde model like all his exes. Can u write something about that? Maybe they are friends but reader is into him but keeps us to herself cause she is sure he only date the same type of girls.

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A/N: I really needed and wanted to write this one. I feel like us chocolate girlies can be a bit left out some times, and it sucks. So I want to do/write more things that are specifically tailored to us black girls because we need to see and read more of it. Also, I don’t want this to be a thing where it’s putting anyone down or being melodramatic towards things that are at the end of the day out of our control. But this is just the way that some people (including myself at times) feel, and everyone should be aware of this. I did made sure that there is something in here that everyone can relate to in some way. So I hope you guys enjoy🙃

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You rarely opened up. Most of your relationships were surface level, and you never fully expressed yourself the way that one would normally. For the longest time, even since you were a child, you never fully opened up to anyone. You would just go about your normal routine as if everything were fine, and bottle up everything you were feeling. Even when you were going through some of the worst times of your life, you still managed to keep face and put on a display of being okay, even though you were on the verge of dying inside. Still, you were able to get through most of your life like this and you were fine with things being the way they were. That is, until a certain someone fell into your life.

When you first met Harry, it was like a breath of fresh air. Even though you still had your wall up and didn’t feel the urge to fully express yourself, you still felt like you could come to him with everything if you wanted to. He was just like the other people you’d met in the past who were nice and willing to get close to you. But at the same time, he still managed to be different than anyone you’d met in the past. You felt a sense of closeness to him that you couldn’t readily explain and that was unlike anyone you’d met before. He made you want to express yourself and release all of the emotions you had pent up inside of you for what felt like forever. It was like he was the person that you needed in your life who could draw out these things out of you. And after a period of time, he was in fact able to do this.

At first, you were beyond anxious to be open and honest to someone about your feelings. But over time, the wall you’d built began to come down and you just allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Harry. And he was able to do the same. You both were able to lower your guards around each other and actually be free. The two of you were able to create a strong and solid friendship that would span across almost 3 years. Whenever something happened in each others lives, you both were each others first call. It was a friendship that neither of you wanted to take for granted. And you both, especially you, made sure to appreciate every moment and each other.

Your appreciation for Harry went a bit deeper though.

You guys’ overall dynamic in the past year hadn’t changed at all. You two still did just about everything together and had a great time in each others company. It was your personal flow that had undergone a drastic change. You began to develop feelings that had gone far beyond the boundary of being platonic. They’d grown to be something beyond the scope of a simple camaraderie. You started to develop romantic feelings for your best friend. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen, it was normal for someone to develop these feelings towards a person they spent a lot of time with and are close to. It was just that the success rate for transitioning out of a loving, close, and healthy friendship to a loving, romantic, and healthy relationship was slim to none. And for you and particular, you felt like your chances were in the negatives.

It’s already a rough thing to deal with when you find out that the person you have feelings for doesn’t feel the same way towards you. But these pangs of rejection are on a completely different level when you realize that you’re not even their type. Now you didn’t know for a fact what Harry’s “type” was. You’d asked him on separate occasions and his answer was always the same. He’d simply tell you that “if somethings there, then it’s worth a shot”. And you’d always respond with a “that makes sense”, deciding to not go there all together. Even though he said that he didn’t have a type, you knew that in his subconscious, he did in fact have one. There were things about you that didn’t at all align with his exes as a whole. If you had to be blunt, you weren’t skinny, tall, blonde, and white. You were a thick, average in height, dark haired, dark skinned, black woman. The differences between the two were uncanny and that was perfectly fine. You welcomed and celebrated everyones differences. And so did Harry; when it wasn’t his love life.

He just didn’t venture out into other things when it came to his love and personal life. You could honestly say that this was true because you watched it all from the sidelines. You were a bystander and sounding board to Harry during his most recent relationship, and just in general. You recognized the pattern in the women he’d choose to pursue. You’ve even seen in the magazines and on the internet, the people he’d been involved with in the past. And they all were extremely similar.

Seeing all of this made you think that something was wrong with you. What made them so special? You just wanted him to look at you the same way he looked at them. Developing all of these newfound feelings caused you to begin to slip back into your old ways. You began holding in and internalizing everything when it came to this. You’d put on a brave face and act as if everything was okay. You were putting all of your energy into making Harry believe that you were fine. And you successfully did that. He had no clue as to what and how you were feeling, and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you wanted to do was lose the person who not only you cared deeply about, but the person who cared deeply about you. You couldn’t lose your best friend.

This endless cycle went on for months. You kept these feelings to yourself and you just kept things going. You hated doing this, but it was what you thought was the best for you. You hated the thought of losing Harry over this. But at the end of the day, you could only take but so much. You could relate this entire thing to a sponge. It takes in all the water it possibly can and eventually, little drops will begin to spill out when it’s reached its maximum capacity for water. You were the sponge. You had been internalizing or harboring all of these feelings for such a long period of time that eventually you were going to reach your tipping point. It was going to get to a place where you’d have to release all of it and tell Harry how you truly felt. And you really wanted to do that. In the past, talking about your feelings was something that you tried, and eventually swore you’d never do. You even tried therapy, but it just wouldn’t work for you. But with Harry, you wanted to talk to him and tell him how you felt. So keeping this inside for so long after not holding it all in for a little over two years was a definite struggle.

In all of this though, you had no idea that the struggle you faced in holding everything inside was nowhere near the level of struggle you faced when you finally let it all out.

The end of the week had finally came which meant that it was you and Harry’s night to hang out and talk about you guys’ week…even though you two talked just about everyday. This just gave you two an excuse to hang out. After you two made and ate dinner, you two decided to head outside and sit by the pool to enjoy Harry’s view and watch the sunset. The conversation between the two of you seamlessly bounced from subject to subject, and it managed to bounce all the way to relationships.

“Any hot dates comin’ up?” Harry asks beside you, taking another swig from his glass of wine.

“No. None that I know of at least. You?” You reply, redirecting the question back to him.

“Me neither, but I have been talking to someone for the past couple of days.” Harry replies.

“And you haven’t told me this?! As your best friend, I feel offended.” You joke with him, sitting up from the chair to get a better look at him.

“Don’t be offended, you’ll always be my number one.” Harry coos with a laugh. “It’s nothing major or serious I guess.” He continues.

“Got a picture?” You ask. Asking him this was a big mistake.

“I think so.” Harry replies, pulling his phone out of his pocket. After a few seconds, he hands the phone over to you and there it was. A girl who looked exactly like everyone else he’s dated.

“Oh, she looks just like everyone else you’ve dated.” You hum amusedly, handing the phone back to him. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have said that. But you had a pretty good buzz going from the drinks Harry made, and the glass of wine you were currently working with. So your lips were a little bit looser than normal.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asks with a very confused tone.

“No offense, but she looks like most of your exes.” You repeat, thinking back to the picture Harry just showed you.

“No she does not.” Harry says adamantly, brushing off your comment.

“It’s okay Harry, we all know that you have a type.” You softly laugh. You were only teasing him...right?

“I do not have a type Y/n! Where is this coming from?” You could hear in his voice that he was genuinely confused.

“This is coming from your best friend who’s seen you in a relationship with someone who not only looks like the girl you just showed me, but also girls before her.” You explain.

“Well tell me these similarities because I’m still not following.”

“Tall, skinny, blonde, and-“ You didn’t even think about the last and final one before saying it. “white.” You finish, listing off every last similarity.

“No they’re no-“ Harry couldn’t even finish his own sentence. He realized that it was in fact true. He didn’t know why he’d never seen the pattern before. He also couldn’t wrap his head around why you were so up and arms about it. When he looked at you, he could tell that you weren’t feeling the best about this conversation. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or him just being really bad at comprehension. He just wanted to make sense of it all and where it was coming from.

“Can you honestly say that I, or anyone that looks like me for that matter would have an equal shot at being with you?”

There it was. The crazy thing about it all was that the question you just asked him, wasn’t even the bulk of what you really wanted to tell him. You weren’t even expecting to talk to him about this at all. You thought that you’d have a little bit more time to collect your thoughts, but all of this came completely out of left field.

Asking Harry that question, along with the entire conversation in general was like stabbing yourself in the heart. It wasn’t even a full conversation and you were already dying inside. Every second of silence from Harry that went by was like a twist to the knife that was already buried inside you. You wanted to blame Harry for the horrible way you were feeling, but you couldn’t. You wanted to blame yourself for even bringing it up, but you couldn’t do that either. All you could do was sit there and try your best to muster up the tiniest bit of strength to pick yourself up and leave. Your body felt extremely heavy and you just wanted to get out of there.

Without uttering a single word to Harry, you finally pick yourself up and you walk away from him and the entire situation. Harry was still trying to wrap his head around the idea that he did in fact have a type, but seeing you walk away from him like that crushed him. He felt like you were not only walking away from him, you were also walking out of his life. He felt absolutely crushed and completely helpless. He was all alone. He had so many thoughts and feelings running around in his head that he couldn’t even chase after you to help him figure them out. And by the time he would finally build up the strength and courage to go after you, you would’ve already been gone.

When you walked back into the house, you didn’t waste any time gathering your belongings that you’d brought with you before leaving out the front door. Since you were drinking, you decided to just call an Uber and just come back to get your car in the morning. For the next 5 minuets, you just stood outside Harry’s home. Staring blankly at whatever was around, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes, and trying to take your mind off of everything.

You were so glad that the driver wasn’t trying to engage in a conversation with you because you weren’t in the mood at all. You just wanted complete silence. If you were to talk, you were going to burst into tears. And the last thing you wanted to do was permanently scar your Uber driver, so you decided to just stay silent.

When you finally got to your building, you rushed out a quick thank you to the driver and you sprinted through the building and up to your apartment. The moment you stepped foot inside was the first time you breathed in the past two hours. As soon as you shut your front door you just collapsed into a heaping pile of tears. You were pretty much sobbing against your front door. This was the worst you’d ever felt in a really long time. You felt a mixture of anger, sadness, and pain. This was one of the sole reasons why you hated letting people in. Bringing those walls down meant that you were exposed and vulnerable. You had no defense what so ever. You tore those walls down just to have someone tear you apart, and leave you to pick up the pieces. You were torn apart by the person you needed the most.

While you were at home bawling your eyes out, Harry was still wrapping his mind around what you said and what he didn’t say. The buzz he once had going was now gone, and his mind was all over the place. He didn’t even move from where he was sitting. He just sat outside and thought about it all. Harry realized that he not only had a type, but you had feelings for him. He thought that you only considered him to be a close friend and nothing more. But when you said “I, or anyone who looks like me…” he was able to read in between the lines to understand that you were mainly talking about yourself. It crushed Harry even more when he thought about the possibility of you not thinking that you were good enough for him. Simply because of his “preferences”, that were unbeknownst to him from the past. The fact that he made you feel this way was beyond gut wrenching and he just wanted to go back in time and tell you that the only type he has is you. That was one of the reasons that he clung to you the way he did. He looked to you as the model of what he could ever want in a partner. He always looked to you for your opinions and guidance because you were one of the best people that had ever came into his life. But instead of saying all of this, what he truly felt deep down, he didn’t say anything at all. He let you slip out of his grasp, and he didn’t know how to get you back. He didn’t even know if he was going to get you back. In that moment, he realized that his love for you went way beyond the general scope of being best friends. It wasn’t until 2 am that Harry was able to pick himself up from the lounge chair outside and go upstairs to bed. And even then, he still felt horrible. He was numb. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t end up going to bed until 5 am because he couldn’t stop crying and worrying. What made him completely break down was the fact that he couldn’t even call you. He couldn’t talk to the one person that always helped him through his dark times and picked him up. He knew what it was like to hit rock bottom, but this was an all-time low for Harry.

That night was officially at top of the list for the worst nights of you and Harry’s lives.

The next day was just as bad, if not worse than the last. You ended up falling asleep on the couch, and Harry couldn’t even get out of bed. The both of you were a mess and you didn’t know what to do. You avoided any type of communication with each other. The only time you and Harry interacted was to tell him that you were using the gate code to get your car from his driveway. After that, there was radio silence. The simple thought of each other could bring you both to tears. This entire ordeal didn’t last for just a day or two. It lasted for almost a week. The both of you were too emotional and broken to even function. You were using the time you saved up on your job to sulk around at home and stay inside your bubble sadness and heartbreak. And Harry was neglecting all of the things that he needed to do so that he could stay in bed and try to take his mind off of you. But after what was going on to be day 5, Harry couldn’t take anymore of this. It wasn’t because he was feeling horrible. It was because Harry knew that he broke your heart. He had the clearest picture of you at home, completely broken up because of him. He could almost feel your pain and he hated it. He needed to tell you his true feelings and beg you to forgive him. He couldn’t sit around anymore and not talk to you. You were not only his best friend, you were also the woman that he loved. In the days of him sitting at home and thinking, he realized that he didn’t give it a shot. He didn’t give you a shot. He was constantly chasing after something that was already his and right in front of him.

After a long much needed shower, Harry got himself dressed and ready to go over to your place. On the way over, Harry made a stop to the florist that was in your direction and picked up the biggest bouquet of sunflowers he could possibly buy. Not only were they your favorite flower, but you always seemed to gravitate towards the yellows because “they make my skin tone pop.” And they certainly did. Even remembering those little things could make Harry want to just burst into tears. For the rest of the drive to your apartment, Harry practiced all of the points he wanted to make out loud. He made sure that he remembered every last thing he wanted to say…and there was a lot. He was also preparing for the moment where you’d tell him that you didn’t want to talk to him ever again. Even though it may have seemed a bit extreme, he could understand why. He hurt you, and that’s the consequence that he’d have to pay. As he got closer and closer to your building, Harry could feel the butterflies in his stomach intensify and his lunch slowly make it’s way back up. He wasn’t feeling good at all, but he couldn’t turn his back on you and not try at all to redeem himself.

Between the time Harry got out of his car to when he was finally standing at your door was rough. As he got closer, his body got weaker. He was feeling a combination of embarrassment, sadness, anger, and worry. These feelings were so strong that he had to take two minuets before knocking on your door to stop himself from either throwing up or crying. Eventually he was able to get himself somewhat together and finally knock on your door.

When you hear the knock, you were sitting on your couch with your fluffy bathrobe on (that just so happened to be the one Harry brought you during one of his trips to Italy) with a pint of ice cream in hand, watching whatever was on the tv at the moment. You wanted to ignore the knock all together and just focus on your ice cream and the tv but you didn’t want to leave the person at the door hanging. So you reluctantly sit the cup down and you drag yourself to the door. When you look out through the peephole, your anxiety in that moment skyrockets. What in the world was Harry doing at your front door?! Even though you looked like an absolute mess and you didn’t want to talk to him in that moment, you still open the door for him.

When the door swings open and he sees you the waterworks begin all over again. He could see how puffy your face was from crying and how disheveled you looked and he hated it. He could feel the warm tears bubbling up in his eyes, but he was trying to do his best to keep them back. The two of you just stand there before Harry decides to talk.

“M’so sorry Y/n.” That’s all he could say. He wasn’t just apologizing for what he said or didn’t say. He was also trying to say that he was a sorry person. It took him losing you for what felt like an eternity to really see how amazing you are and how much you contributed to his life.

“Wanna come in?” You ask him, stepping to the side to let him into your apartment. In that moment Harry just wanted to scoop you up into his arms and never let you go. He wanted to feel your warm and happy disposition that was now being clouded because of him. He wanted his Y/n back. When he walks inside, he quickly kicks his shoes off at the door and follows you into the kitchen.

“I got these for you.” He whispers, sitting the large bouquet on the counter and sitting on the other side.

“Thanks.” You whisper back to him, sending a soft smile his way. You wanted to almost to reassure Harry that you weren’t mad at him anymore. You were just sad and heartbroken. You never had feelings like these in such a large magnitude before. And because of this, you weren’t expecting any of what happened.

You silently turn away from him to grab the two vases you had in the cabinet and you sit them down on the counter in front of Harry.

“I’m sorry if I overreacted on Friday. I just…” you mumble, beginning to unwrap the pretty flowers that were laying on the counter. You were trying to get your thoughts together but it was so hard.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. It was all my fault for not saying anything or acknowledging you.” When he says that, your breaths become shakier and a tear slips from your eye. You continue to keep your focus on the flowers as you try to compose your next sentence in your head. You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even notice Harry coming around to your side of the counter. He softly pulls your hands away from the flowers and he pulls you into his body.

That was the moment you needed. You thought your release was over the past few days but they were only building up to this. Feeling his arms securely wrapped around you was the only thing you wanted or needed from him. Feeling and hearing your cries only made Harry cry too. The both of you just stood there in your kitchen holding each other as you both poured your hearts out to each other through your tears. This time, not saying anything was saying everything. The both of you could feel what the other was feeling and wanted to say. It was like a large weight was lifted off of you both. After a few more moments of crying and being in your arms, Harry needed to get one thing off of his chest. When he pulls away from you he cups both of your cheeks in his hands and he looks right into your eyes. He wanted to make sure that you knew that he meant every last word that was coming out of his mouth.

“I can’t even explain how sorry I am Y/n. You mean the world to me and I can’t even fathom the idea of not having you in my life. Seeing you completely broken the other night haunts me everyday and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that. After not having your in my life, even if it was only a few days, I realized that I can’t live without you. I’ve spent so much time and energy looking for my match when I didn’t even bother to look right in front of me. The only type that I have is you. You’re absolutely stunning, inside and out. I feel like a proper dick for making you feel like you weren’t good enough for me. It’s me who’s not good enough. I let you down and I’ll never forget that. You’ve never left my side in the past 3 years and I couldn’t even give you a simple answer. I love you so much and I’ll never stop.” When Harry says this, the knife that was once burrowed in your heart was gone and the wound is patched up as if it never happened. Sure it’ll take time for it all to completely go away, but this was a hell of a good start.

“I love you so much.” You whimper, feeling another heavy round of hot tears cascade down your face. Harry then pulls your head towards his and presses a long, warm kiss right onto your forehead. That, along with his previous words got rid of the clouds. You were happy again. Your once full sponge was now empty. This meant that you could fill it up again, only this time with feelings of love and happiness. You could finally retire from building walls around yourself and continue experiencing the good that came from being vulnerable.

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monomonomagines · 4 years ago

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Could I get the classic waking up in your partners body headcanons for the ships of sondam, twobuki, hoshimatsu and fuyupeko?

Of course you can, Anon! This is a super fun request with super fun ships (especially that Hoshimatsu I missed writing) so I hope that you’ll enjoy these!

Sondam

Sonia would be ecstatic to be able to experience something like switching bodies with another person. It’s absolutely magical, like something out of a book or like some odd ritual.

Of course, that’d probably just make it all the worse for Gundham though who is extremely uncomfortable being in Sonia’s body while she has no issue whatsoever.

Gundham would also probably worry about Sonia ruining his dark lord act as she wouldn’t change her speech pattern nearly enough. For certain you’d have Gundham doing a noble bow to you and speaking about how he took his hamsters for the “loveliest of walks today” with some random magical sounding words thrown in.

And he’s no better. Gundham wouldn’t know how to act as Sonia at all nor would he know what to do if anyone treated him like he was her. This especially going for someone like Kazuichi.

If Kazuichi even spoke to him that day he probably would just aggravate things by speaking in his usual chuunibyou manner, making the poor guy think that Gundham had somehow infected her with his ways to make her sound like this and causing him to pick a fight with the wrong person, (not that Sonia would have any problems handling Kaz).

If anything, the others would most likely just see Sonia constantly close to Gundham as usual though their demeanors seem to have changed completely.

And to make things even stranger the Devas may sense these changes and go to Sonia more than Gundham that day making them look extra suspicious to most of the others and making Gundham breathe a sigh of relief by the time they finally turn back even if Sonia would talk of how she wanted things to last a little longer.

Twobuki

If you thought Sonia was pretty calm about swapping bodies with someone then just wait for Ibuki when she swaps with the Ultimate Imposter.

She doesn’t even bat an eye simply going on and on excitedly about how she can test if they’re a great singer or teach them guitar even if she doesn’t quite get that it wouldn’t work exactly the way she’s thinking.

The Imposter on the other hand will be a mess even if they don’t show it. They wouldn’t have any problem posing as Ibuki, sure. They could do that even if they weren’t in her body. The problem was more so that they know that Ibuki wouldn’t be able to act like them or the real Togami in the slightest.

Therefore, they could only think to try to keep her in their sight at all times. Hovering near her and excusing them when she decides to start screaming her head off in their body.

Of course, it isn’t the most effective as most of their friends will be wondering what the heck they meant when they screamed about the “acoustics in here” but with how much weird shenanigans is always going on with their class it’s sure to be forgotten about unless it repeatedly happens and even then with people like Akane it might not be noticed at all by some of them.

Regardless though once Ibuki is over the initial excitement she may want to ask them about what it feels in her body. Going on soon after about how she feels whether they give much of a response themself.

“Yahooooo! I’m so soft and warm now! Does it feel like that to be Ibuki too!?”

Like Gundam they’re relieved to be back in their own body, though Ibuki may even insist on trying to switch bodies again somehow, maybe even asking Hajime or the others for advice for forcing such a scenario to occur and absolutely confusing her classmates more than ever.

Hoshimatsu

While Ryoma may be pretty calm during most crises it’d be hard for him not to at least feel a bit anxious about his current predicament. Not only would switching bodies for him be hard to get used to on its own but getting used to being a different gender and having an entirely different height range would throw him off completely.

He’d be like a cat forced into a new environment and with how many friends Kaede has it’d be hard for him to actually know what to do, especially when they approach him.

It’d be pretty obvious something is up to them too when Kaito or Shuichi ask Kaede how she’s doing and she just gives them one of those blank Hoshi stares because he forgot he’s Kaede now. Seriously, he’s so embarrassed at how uncool that is and he’s so unlike it that everyone else may wonder what made her in such a bad mood with how quiet she ends up being that whole day.

Kaede however, may be struggling the opposite way. Responding when people talk to “her” and entirely forgetting that she’s in a different body that can’t reach half of what she can.

Literally, everyone may just see Ryoma trying to open doors too high for him, struggling to reach his fingers to some piano keys since apparently he plays now, nearly walking into the ladies room, and even trying to grab things off of high shelves before muttering that “he” forgot he’s so small.

This is just something that neither of these two were prepared for and while they’d both agree to do their best to pose as the other, it’s probably still obvious something is up with the two of them before they turn back.

However, once they do they certainly are relieved. Especially Kaede as going through the whole day being so small probably drove her mad when she wasn’t used to anything like it since she was a kid.

Fuyupeko

Fuyuhiko and Peko were close since they were kids but they never were prepared to be closer than they’d ever imagined. Now not only were they in a relationship but were also in the other’s body causing Peko and Fuyuhiko both to be quite agitated.

Peko being as diligent as ever, may offer to try to emulate Fuyuhiko to her best abilities, promising not to reveal that she was in his body or that anything was the matter. However, for Fuyuhiko this wasn’t the problem.

He didn’t know how to act like Peko at all nor did he know how to act like her in relation to him. All he did know was that it was nice to gain a few inches even if it was short-lasting and that he’d be struggling for most of this day, something he certainly wasn’t looking forward to.

Regardless, he did agree to Peko’s proposed agreement trying to hold his anger in. However, he was just too hot heeded. Peko was doing a fine job and it wasn’t that anything anyone did to his body had bothered him. It was what a certain idiot did to Peko’s.

As soon as Fuyuhiko overheard a specific perverted remark from Kazuichi he whipped around quickly, throwing the poor guy into the sea in a fit of anger. It was a dead giveaway with all the cursing and yelling he was certain but instead of saying anything everyone just seemed to be more scared of the two of them than ever, at least for now.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Fuyuhiko was prepared for Peko to make some comment on how he needs to stay calm but instead, she was giggling. The sound pleasant to his ears even if it wasn’t her voice.

It was embarrassing already but with that smile she had on his face, he couldn’t help but give one back. His red cheeks matching her eyes. “Let’s just go back to my room, ok!? I don’t want to put up with that dumbass until we’re back to normal!”

Nodding, Peko agrees easily, holding up with Fuyuhiko until they’re back to normal. Making the two of them equally relieved though, Fuyuhiko will miss the height difference.

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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Do it keep tagging you? @ozarkthedog

Day 3: Daddy Kink

Warning: dubious concent if you squint

"F-Fuck!" you softly moan into your sheets gripping your blanket as you haphazardly finger yourself, trying to gain any sort of satisfaction only to come up with nothing.

The reason you found yourself so pathetically horny was because of that bastard Tsukishima. If you could curve stomp the bastard, you would in an instant. Since the day you showed up to watch your new friend Hinata's volleyball practices, he has disliked you. The only reason being was the fact that you were the same height as him and it bruised his ego. "Eh, what's with Jane the Giant over here." You look around confused at who goldie locks were talking about, anf when you realized it was you, you were unamused.

"What do you mean bro we are the same height?!" you ask standing up hands on your hip trying to look intimidating. "Not with that obnoxious hair your not." that comment irked you, but you remembered your anger management classes and took a few deep breaths, "This is just how my hair is." you reply pulling a strand of curls smirking at the scoff the boy made as said strand reached your chin before snapping back up into your fro. "Yeah well, it's obnoxious."

Ever since then your rivalry had been unleashed from you challenging him to a game of volleyball, which he beat you at, to him challenging you at basketball which you beat him at. It was non-stop and never-ending but both of you would rather choke and die before apologizing to the other and honestly, you two were pushing Dachi to his limit intolerance.

To your surprise, you had been invited to join the team at the Nekoma Training camp despite not being apart of it what so ever. "It'll be a learning experience for all of us so why not invite our biggest cheerleader!" Dachi explained as you helped take in the bags. You could hear Tsukishima scoff behind you and you wished he choked on that breath as he shoved past you. "You aren't wrong about her being our biggest." You growl and throw a water bottle at his head hitting right on target

"Yeah well you couldn't handle all this even if you tried." you respond sensually gliding your hands along your waist and up your chest ending in a macho pose making Suga cover his mouth to hide his laugh. Instead of responding to the insult Tsukishima's eyes intently follow your hands, eyes spending a longer time at your wide hips than most of your body. His eyes trail higher and finally meet yours sending a shiver through your body. His gaze was quite unsettling and it didn't lessen when he turned around wordlessly carrying his luggage on his shoulder.

"What the hell was that?" you muttered scratching your hair flitching as your nails caught on a stray hair sticking out your twists.

Later on in the day, you opted to cook for the boys while they all showered. Well, almost all of them to your dismay, "Didn't know a giant could cook, what a surprise." you heard Tsukishima mock from behind you ask he sat on the kitchen island. "You know that this is an open space and you could be anywhere else?" you sigh cutting the fire off and making everyone a plate. "Yeah but I like making you uncomfortable so this is nice and fine for me." you shook your head asking God to give you strength.

Luckily he seemed to have heard your prayers as the other guys began pouring into the room and you handed each of them their food. "Well I've already eaten, so I'm going to go take a shower!" you declare wiping your hands with a cup towel proud of your job well done as you watched the blissful faces of your newfound teammates.

The shower was long and hot and you walked in peace as you fiddled with the soft fabric of the towel wrapped around you. "Thwack!" you stopped at the unusual sound and jerked your head around wildly trying to figure out where it was coming from so you could expertly walk in the opposite direction. "Thwack!" the sound was louder at this point and you deducted that it was coming from in front of you, unfortunately, the only thing behind you were the showers and the last thing you wanted was to be cornered so you held your ground. "Thwack"

You run forward and send a hard punch into the darkness only for another hand to encase around it, "What the hell are you doing, freak!?" came the annoying voice of Tsukishima, and for a moment you wished it were an intruder. "Why are you making creepy-ass noises in the dark!?" you retort tightening your towel around you to gain some source of dignity. Through the dim lighting, you could see Kei roll his eyes as he held up a lanyard of keys. "I was swinging these around dumbass." You looked at him for a moment before shaking your head in mock disapproval as you try to walk away.

Before you could get far, you feel a large hand yank your arm back, "Hey even though it's me and I wouldn't want to be within 6 feet of your giantess body, You shouldn't walk around in only a towel, this is open property." You nod in understanding as you look up at him choking on your breath as you're once again met with that strange look of determination on his face. You can't quite place it, but now in the chilling air with darkness so thick you could barely see 6 feet in front of you, it was exciting.

"Why are you just standing there like a fork int the road?" Tsukishima deadpanned as he turns to walk away, "By the way, everyone went out exploring so make sure your door is locked!" You pout before kicking yourself for hoping something would happen. "Like hell I'd let him touch me!" you grunt kicking open the nearest door and plopping on the bed arms folded in childish frustration. You absentmindedly stroke the arm he was holding and your mind went back to that look he revealed to you two times already today. It was a bit determined but what it was directed towards was a mystery.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath in acceptance. "Feeling good one time wouldn't hurt, I mean just to get it out my system." you reason with yourself as you climb under the sheets that felt strangely not like your own but you were too focused on your objective to care as you unwrap your towel.

You weren't usually one to speed through your special moment but your me-time could be cut short at any minute so it was best if you hurried. You suck lightly on your fingers to lube them up as you lightly graze your clit, using your imagination to reinvent your rival's look of determination though you would never admit to it. As you trail your wet fingers down you realize that it was the same look he gives during games. A look that meant he was sure of his movement and already knew the outcome. Your breath hitches as you sink your middle finger slowly inside of yourself gently prodding at your walls trying to make room. "I'm at least doing two today."

You bring your other hand around your neck loosely cradling it before squeezing ever so slightly before dragging the hand down to your large breasts. You weren't surprised that the cold air had made you nipples harden as you take them in between your manicured nails. You hum trying to stay quiet so you could listen to your surroundings. Soon however, your patience runs out and you finally slip in a second finger using your essence as release groaning lightly at the burning stretch that was uncomfortable but not unwelcomed. At that moment you recall the firm grip Tsukishima had on your arm and the hardness of his voice when he reprimanded you. Much to your dismay, your mind began to supply numerous insults he could say to you at this moment.

"Look at you taking my fingers so greedily my little giant." you shiver as you imagine the places his much longer fingers could reach inside of you as you struggle to reach the spot that was so close yet so far. You use your other hand to massage your small bud in time with your thrusts. "What is it not good enough for you? Are you such a slut that you need something bigger already?!" Your legs quiver and you nod to the non-existent voice mocking you in your head. As long as you didn't acknowledge it, the voice had no relation to someone with blond hair and glasses.

"Good girls get to cum you know. You can't ignore me forever. Y/N what is my name?" you whimpered, "Fuck!" you whined as you turn to your side, the pace of your little thrusts doing their best to speed up despite how tightly your legs were wrapped around them. "Say my name!" the voice came again more aggressive this time. "K-Kei." you whimper covering your hand over your mouth in betrayal. You imagined the voice that you finally acknowledged to be Tsukishima, take form like a figure sitting above you watching your pathetic displays of arousal as he refused to reach deeper in the way you knew he could. "That's not my name little giant, say my name." you shook your head gipping the pillow above you. In your imagination, Kei sharply pinched your quivering thighs, "Say it!" Unable to hold back anymore, you let out a broken and defeated moan "Daddy!"

You had finally found the position that let you reach a place so deep and so right, you saw sparkles of light behind your eyelids. You could feel the pit of your stomach begin to warm up as your release came close. As you try to focus on that, you miss the small dip in the sheet next to you but freeze when you feel a large cold hand come over yours, it's thumb gently massaging your clit sending shivers down your spine at the contrast in temperature brought you closer to your sweet release.

"W-Who are you?" you stutter out alarmed as the hand slaps yours away dragging a finger through your arousal before completely pushing the long thick digit inside of you with no regard to the size difference. Arching your back in ecstasy, a choked sob leaving your hand as you try to suppress your noises. You open your eye and blink rapidly trying to adjust to the darkness you were no longer used to. "What, don't you recognize your daddy?" came the voice of the real Tsukishima. "N-No, I-" you gasp as the long finger finds your g-spot and rubs against it like a man that found gold. You buck into the hand wrapping your legs around the long arm gripping onto it with your hands as if it was the only thing keeping you anchored to reality.

You barely touched yourself, now to have another person touching you so intimately was too much for your mind to bear. "T-T-To much please!" you whine as the finger prods at that one spot before you once again felt a cold thumb roughly massage your soft bud. There was an annoying click of a tongue as you feel yourself being turned on your side and a warm body slid behind you. "You have the nerve to be making demands after being a whore on my bed!" the fingers sped up and you could no longer hold back your moans as you felt your release reach its peak. "Don't be shy, say it again, call me your daddy." You shook your head defiant before you were jerked forward by a harsh slap on your thigh.

"Say it giant!" Kei growls in your ear leaving kisses along your neck. It would have been sweet had he not continued to say condescending remarks and hard bites that without a doubt would lead to hickeys. "Say what you fucking said Y/N. You know your place now be a good girl and say it or I'm not letting you cum." True to his word you could feel his finger leaving your warmth and you do your best to not let that happen. "Such as slut trying to suck me back in. I'll keep going if you use your pretty little mouth to say my name." You cover your face, "Please Kei." with a broken moan you jerk in reaction to Tsukishima twisting his finger inside of you harshly dragging his knuckle against your walls. "That's not my name and you know it." With a defeated wine you arch your back rubbing your ass against Tsukishima's groin, "Please Daddy, make me feel good!"

Tsukishima scoffed to hide his arousal, "Always like you to go above and beyond my little giant." As if feeling how close you were, Tsukishma's other hand reached from under you to grab your throat preventing any noise from leaving your mouth pushing your orgasm right out of you as the lightheadedness made the pleasure unbearable.

As you came down from the pleasure you could feel weariness overtake you and you sighed as you felt yourself being raised up to have a large shirt pulled down your body. You look over at Kei as he stood up and walked off, "Where are you going?" you asked as you pull the soft blanket cover you again. "I came in here because I forgot my deodorant." He smirked looking down at you but you were too tired to retort.

The next day you hid your face in embarrassment as Hinata was consoling Tanaka after he discovered the plentiful bruises littering your neck. "How can you even see them, I'm dark!" you whine as Suga pats your back reassuringly. "You being dark makes it more noticeable if I'm being honest Y/N." Tanaka lt out a loud wail, "Who would taint the pure soul of our precious Y/N?!" All while this is happening Tsukishima sits on the couch eating his udon, unbothered by the hysteria. And if one were to look they would see the satisfied smirk adorning his features. "Looks like I could handle all that." he whispered to himself

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i-stan-nct-and-satan · 5 years ago

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The Roommate

(KunTen Threesome)

Kun X Ten X Reader

16.2K words

You had no idea how you ended up in this situation, but God did it feel good.

It had been so long since you felt this dirty, this... filled up. You were exhausted and yet you wanted more, you needed more. You never wanted this feeling to end. It was like you and Kun had been visited by an angel, or maybe devil would be more accurate. What used to be dull was now exciting and sexy. You couldn’t even imagine going back to what sex was like, what life was like before he showed you, and not just you, both of you were blessed by his presence. Others wouldn’t understand it, but that was their loss. They couldn’t understand the intensity of the pleasure you felt.

You and Kun had only been together for two months now, but you knew that he was the one. He was everything that you could ask for and more. He was protective, reliable, caring, considerate, generous, the list went on and on, not to mention the fact that he had an ass that wouldn’t quit. In the short amount of time you two had gotten to know each other, you were already inseparable. There was only one problem, the sex.

You were far from a virgin, but you had just broken up with your ex when you first met Kun, so you wanted to take things slow. Your ex was a cheating son of a bitch and you had just felt used by him which is why you wanted to make sure that the next guy would love you for you, not just your body. Kun was actually there the night you had caught your ex, Xiaojun, cheating on you. Xiaojun was a club promoter at one of the biggest clubs in the city, Neo Zone. You knew that his job involved light flirting, but when you had tried to surprise him by visiting him one night, you ended up seeing something you wish you hadn’t, Xiaojun making out with some random girl. You had walked up to him and once he noticed you, he had the fucking audacity to just say “Oh. Hey,” causing you to run out of the club with tears in your eyes.

With mascara running down your face, you ran past a line of people trying to get into the club you wanted so desperately to get away from. You wanted to avoid their stares and just when you thought that you had successfully avoided anyone and everyone, you ran straight into someone, falling flat on your ass.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I should have looked where I was going,” the man apologized offering you his hand.

“Don’t be stupid. It was me who ran into you,” you coldly replied, making a point to get up without the man’s help.

“Are you okay?” he asked again after retracting his hand.

“Oh, I’m just peachy,” you snapped.

The man stepped back, obviously shocked by the tone of your voice, yet he continued to press on.

“You’ve been crying,” he commented.

“So what?” you barked before starting to walk away.

You hadn’t taken more than a couple steps before the overly curious man grabbed your arm, halting you.

You turned back towards him with a glare that could intimidate even the bravest of men. He reacted by looking down at the hand that was grabbing onto your arm, then quickly releasing it.

“Sorry. I’m just... you seem... sorry... do you wanna talk about it?” he seemed unsure of himself in every way so why was he still... trying?

“I’m not drunk so don’t think that you can ‘get’ me,” you scowled.

“No! I’m not... I’m not trying to hit on you. I’m just concerned. You seem really upset. Can I take you somewhere? Like... to get a coffee or something? I know it’s late, but I’m sure we could get coffee at like a convenience store or something.”

You took notice of the man’s appearance for the first time. You had wanted to feel him out to see if his concern was really genuine, but instead you found yourself admiring his features.

His bleached blonde locks were swept to the side in a style that showed off his shaved sides. His eyebrows were straight, and his lips had a slight pout to them. His jaw was stronger than what you were used to, and you couldn’t help but notice the single gold earring that dangled from his ear as he spoke. It was strange actually. Normally a face like this would be considered intimidating, but the string of stutters and “I’m sorry”s made the man in front of you anything but.

Remembering that the subways wouldn’t start running for another few hours led you to accept his invitation for convenient store coffee. You ended up telling him everything about what had happened that night, about Xiaojun, everything. He listened carefully and didn’t make any moves on you whatsoever. It felt nice knowing that someone was being kind to you without trying to get laid in the process, which is why when he drove you home, you initiated the kiss. He gave you his number and you started seeing each other. It was really perfect actually. He respected your wishes and waited for over a month before you both had sex for the first time. He was perfect in every way... except one.

The sex...was horrible. Okay, so it wasn’t the worst, but despite being compatible in every other way, you weren’t sexually compatible in the least. It wasn’t that he wasn’t gifted, God knows that he was more than blessed in that department. It was just that he was... gentle, too gentle.

He was beyond attractive, but during sex, it was like he doubted himself in every way not that you were any better. For some reason you couldn’t preform either. Neither of you could understand it.

He felt horrible that he hadn’t managed to make you cum even once, but the moment you faked it, he called you out immediately. It was a blow to his confidence to say the least.

You weren’t the only one who was struggling to reach their climax. With him, there was a fifty-fifty percent chance that he would cum. Trying to comfort you, he would swear that he had never had this problem before, but of course that only made you feel worse about yourself.

You loved Kun and you wanted to make it work, but you had no idea where to start. You never had this problem before.

Kun had invited you over to his place, so you were sure that sex was on the table. In an attempt to spice things up, you put on your sexiest lingerie before putting on a nice summer dress along with a cardigan to keep you warm. You were hoping to jump into his arms as soon as he opened the door, but you were not expecting him to have company. After knocking, a man that was definitely not Kun had answered the door.

He was short. That was the first thing you noticed about him. He might have even been shorter than you, but you couldn’t focus on his height for long because he was absolutely breathtaking. He had very feminine features, but they didn’t take away from his masculinity at all. His eyes were large and round and his jawline was way better than yours, probably even better than Kun’s as well, but to compare the two would have seemed impossible. If Kun looked like an angel, then this boy definitely looked like a demon.

His hair was raven black and styled so that his bangs were swept to the side. His skin was both tan and pale, which you didn’t know was even possible, but there were a lot of things about the man’s features that didn’t seem possible.

He was wearing leather pants that were tight around his legs and.... well, everywhere else too. He wore a chain that draped from one of his belt loops, yet no belt, which probably made sense given how tight his pants were. He had on an oversized black t shirt that was ripped at the neck, allowing his protruding collar bones to peek out. His shoes were combat boots, because... well, of course they were. Everything about his outfit screamed intimidation right down to the myriad of piercings that adorned his ears.

“Look who it is, the infamous Y/N,” the man teased.

You were caught off guard by his higher than expected voice.

“In-infamous?” you stuttered.

The man chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m just kidding. I was wondering when I would get to meet Kun’s girlfriend,” he cooed, opening the door wider to let you in.

You tried to collect yourself after the sudden shock of meeting the man who’s name and exact relation to Kun you were still unaware of.

Walking through the door, your arm accidentally brushed past the man’s, but you figured that apologizing would only make you sound more awkward than you already felt.

“May I take your sweater?”

You shot a glance towards him in a brief bout of confusion before he opened the coat closet and took out a hanger.

“Oh, um... Sure,” you complied as you started to take your cardigan off.

As the sleeves fell off your shoulders, so did one of your dress’ straps, revealing the lacey lingerie you were wearing underneath.

You hadn’t even noticed your wardrobe malfunction until you realized that Ten was watching you as though you were doing something far more suggestive than just hanging your sweater on the closet rack. You quickly readjusted your dress strap unable to control the heat that suddenly rose to your cheeks, earning a chuckle from the strange man.

“Don’t worry, princess. I see what’s happening, what you’re trying to do,” he taunted.

“What? What do you mean? I’m not trying to do anything,” you started waving your hands erratically at his accusation, only to make him laugh even more.

“I said don’t worry. It’s cute to see that Kun’s girlfriend isn’t as innocent as I had originally thought she would be. Although... you do get flustered just as easily.”

You continued to stare at the man in embarrassment.

“I’ll be leaving in just a few minutes, so you won’t have to worry about me when you make your move on my friend, here,” he mocked as Kun mad his appearance.

The sight of your boyfriend was more than enough to send your mind into a panic.

Oh god, what were I thinking? The fact that the thought that this guy was suggesting that the sudden exposure of my lingerie was on purpose, had even crossed my mind proved how much of a pervert I really am. Of course, he was talking about how I was wearing it for my boyfriend.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Kun greeted, causing you to jump out of your skin a little in reaction to the sudden interruption of your thoughts.

“H-hey, Kun!” you shouted a little too loud as you basically jumped into his embrace.

“I see you’ve already met my roommate, Ten,” Kun continued.

You looked back at the raven-haired man who was simply watching you hug your boyfriend in amusement.

“R-roommate?” you stuttered as you released yourself from your boyfriend’s arms.

“No actually, we haven’t gotten to that part yet,” the man walked over to you, his hand extending towards yours.

“I’m Chittaphon, but please call me Ten.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said as you turned back to Kun cutting off the introduction.

“I didn’t know you had a roommate.”

“Well I’m normally not here most nights, so I’m pretty sure he forgets he has a roommate himself sometimes,” Ten answered for him.

“Anyways, I’m about to head out, so don’t worry about me interrupting anything,” Ten winked as he grabbed a worn-down leather jacket from the closet you had just hung up your sweater in.

Both you and Kun started blushing which earned yet another chuckle from Ten.

“I told you,” he teased before walking out the door.

“Told you what?” Kun questioned.

“Um.. Nothing, I don’t remember. Haha,” you responded, kicking yourself for your awkwardness.

Kun curiously quirked his head to the side but didn’t pry any further.

Once you were sure that Kun’s roommate was gone your lips attacked Kun’s. Your hands travelled to the back of his head keeping his mouth pressed against yours, but he managed to push you away.

“Hey, hey, you just got here, don’t you wanna hang out and talk first?”

You looked up at him with a glint of defeat in your eyes. Your disappointment not going unnoticed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a few days and I wanna catch up, that’s all.”

“Kun, we text a thousand times a day and you call me every night, even when we do see each other,” you scoffed, slightly irritated.

“Babe, you know it’s not the same. I love it when we get to talk in person.”

Kun’s use of the pet name gave you a slight shiver, making you heed your boyfriend’s request.

You both walked over to the couch to sit down.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You’re the one who was so insistent on ‘catching up,’” you smirked using air quotes to emphasize your point.

Kun looked down at his feet.

“Well you could tell me about the roommate I didn’t know you had,” you coolly mentioned, not wanting your boyfriend to see the intense curiosity you held regarding the raven-haired man.

“Oh, Ten? Ten’s cool. We’ve actually gotten a lot closer lately. At first we never really saw each other.”

“Oh yeah?” you motioned for him to go on.

“Yeah well, I couldn’t afford to stay at my last apartment since my old roommate moved out, so while searching for a new place, I came across a flyer for this place,” Kun continued.

“It was a typical roommate wanted poster, but I remember thinking that it was a little odd,”

“Why?” you asked, curiosity taking over.

“Well the flyer said that the renter was a night owl and that he was looking for a roommate who was quiet during the day.”

“Huh,” you commented.

“Yeah, but the rent was so cheap that I gave him a call the next day. We met up here and he gave me a tour and everything. He told me that he worked at night so I wouldn’t have to worry about him being loud while I was sleeping,” Kun relayed, chuckling at the memory.

“I remember being so curious as to what he did for a living, yet for some reason I didn’t have the courage to ask him. I figured that he was probably a bartender or something.”

You kept looking at Kun as he recalled the events, but you remained silent, not wanting to interrupt his story,

“I ended up moving in later that week. At first, we never really saw each other. I was taking morning classes, so I was typically in bed before he left for work. Sometimes he would leave notes asking me to take out the garbage or telling me that the garbage disposal was broken, but not to worry about it since a plumber would be coming by to fix it. It wasn’t until I finished up the semester that we started interacting. I didn’t have to wake up as early, so I would stay up later. It was actually pretty nice. We mostly just did small talk, but it was nice to be able to actually see my roommate. Although... after a while, I noticed that Ten would dress up in some very unusual clothing. Sometimes it was casual, but sometimes he would wear all leather. either way it he wore mostly black. At first, I wondered if he was just going out before work, but he never brought a change of clothing as far as I could tell.”

“Those were his work clothes?” you inquired.

“Yeah, I know right? I still hadn’t asked him what he did for a living at that point, and honestly I think that I was too afraid to find out.”

“So, you don’t know what he does?”

“Well, actually, it’s kind of a funny story,“ Kun started, as though the story hadn’t already been weird up to this point.

“One Friday night, Ten didn't have to work, so he invited me to drink with him at home. I was a little hesitant at first but Ten was being so kind about it, insisting that roommates should get to know each other over at least one drink, so I agreed and well, one drink turned into six and next thing you know, we’re telling each other our life stories. Ten is actually a pretty interesting guy, not to mention generous. Even though the rent for this place is 1,600,000 won, he only charges me 600,000. His reasoning was that he had the larger of the rooms. He seemed so well off that I even wondered why he needed a roommate in the first place. When I asked him, he told me that he was saving up to expand his business, which is when I finally asked him about it.”

You were completely captivated by Kun’s story, the suspense was almost eating away at you. What kind of job allowed you to wear leather and chains? Was Kun living with a prostitute? Or perhaps Ten was a dominatrix. Maybe his business was a sex club. It was crazy to think about but was it really that farfetched of an idea? It wasn’t like it would be unbelievable to think that a man who oozed sex appeal wouldn’t be capable of having chosen either one of said professions.

“What did he say?” you asked mentally preparing yourself for Kun’s answer.

“He’s a sex therapist,” Kun stated matter of factly.

Your eyebrows raised.

“A sex therapist? Just a sex therapist?”

“I know right? I thought for sure that he was a dominatrix of some sort, but no, he’s just a sex therapist.”

“So, the clothes-”

“He just likes them,” Kun answered already knowing what you were going to ask.

“He own’s his own business so he doesn’t have to worry about a dress code,” he continued.

“But his clients, wouldn’t they feel uncomfortable-”

“Well get this,” Kun interjected once more.

“Ten isn’t your typical sex therapist.”

“What do you mean?”

“He watches them,” Kun hummed.

“What?”

“His clients, he watches them have sex.”

“Most sex therapists have an office where their clients come to talk about their sex lives and the problems that they have, but Ten does things differently. Of course, he does have an office and his clients do come in to talk about their sex lives, but Ten does house calls as well,” Kun explained.

“Did he tell you this?” you questioned.

“He told me everything. He wouldn’t tell me his clients names, but he told me about how sometimes, if he felt the couple needed extra assistance, he would literally guide them.”

You felt a small tinge of guilt as the thought of you and Kun possibly needing Ten’s guidance crossed your mind.

“So, he’s a prostitute sex therapist?”

“No, he doesn’t join in, he just tells them what to do. Although.... he did hint that he sometimes he does other things like teaching them how to tie silk ropes or umm...” Kun suddenly coughed out of awkwardness.

“Sometimes he’ll what?” you demanded, on the edge of your seat.

“Nothing, I don’t know where I was going with that,” Kun said as he reached his hand to your shoulder.

Your strap had fallen down again, revealing your lingerie for the second time that day.

“What’s this?” Kun playfully teased, trying to change the subject.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re the one who told me you wanted to ‘catch up.’ What did he say?”

Kun’s flirty façade suddenly faltered.

“Can we talk about something else?” he pleaded.

“Kun, I wanna know,” you softly protested, your eyes widened in the hopes of charming the answer out of him.

“I just don’t feel comfortable talking about Ten’s personal stuff,” Kun defended.

“Baby, you literally just told me that your roommate watches people have sex for a living. How bad could it be?”

Kun sighed.

“I don’t know exactly what he meant by this because we were both pretty drunk, but he told me that when he makes a house call, it’s like he becomes a part of it, even though he isn’t physically participating. It’s like he does everything except have sex with the couple.”

Your earlier thoughts of wanting to ask Ten for advice on how to improve you and Kun’s sex life quickly dissipated as this new information on just how uncomfortable and violative Ten’s methods revealed themselves to be. Except now your thoughts were filled with images of Ten and what he could have possibly meant when he told Kun how he would sexually engage with his clients.

Your guilt increased tenfold when an image of you and Ten crossed your mind. You wondered what sex with him would be like. Besides the fact that he was mouth wateringly attractive and was dripping in sex appeal, he had this aura to him that felt almost androgynous, something you didn’t often get to see in your everyday life. He was a man and yet his confidence in his femininity excited you. Not to mention the fact that a sex therapist had to be skilled in ways that Kun just wasn’t.

“Baby?”

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kun called you by one of your many pet names.

You looked over to your boyfriend who was slowly inching his way towards you on the couch.

“Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” he playfully taunted.

“Maybe,” you teased back, softly biting your lower lip.

“I mean, why else would you be wearing something so naughty underneath such an innocent looking dress?”

You chuckled at his boldness and he quickly grabbed at your waist.

“Why don’t you find out?”

You gasped as Kun’s lips made their way to your neck, immediately finding your sweet spot.

His hands moved under your dress. You lifted up your arms allowing him to lift the dress off of your frame.

“You look so beautiful,” Kun complimented, gazing upon you in your lingerie

You were extremely turned on and you didn’t know if it was because your boyfriend was starting to act more confident or if it was because of Ten...

You brushed away your thoughts so that you could enjoy your boyfriend’s touch, easing into it.

You lifted his shirt off of him, exposing his upper body and soon enough you were both just grabbing at each other in a desperate attempt to remove yourselves from your remaining clothes.

Once you both were completely undressed, Kun was on top of you. His hands gently caressed your body, sending shivers down your spine as he kissed your lips.

Your hands found themselves traveling down Kun’s happy trail (Yeah he has one, we all saw it), only to find something not so happy.

“You’re soft.”

“What?”

Kun looked down at his member.

“Just give it a second,” Kun commented before his lips returned to yours.

In your peripheral vision, you could see Kun’s arms moving as they pumped his length,

“Ummm...” you started.

“No baby, I’m fine. This is really hot,” he promised, starting to sound a little panicked.

“Not if you have to try this hard to get hard,”

You were filled with hurt when you’d much rather be filled with something else.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe you could suck it?”

That was the least sexy request for a blow job you had ever heard, but at this point, you just wanted to get back to how you were feeling only moments prior.

You did everything you could think of. You made eye contact, you played with yourself, you slapped the head of his cock against your perky tits, but all to no avail, he wasn’t even close to being hard.

You felt like you could cry.

“Is it me?”

“What?”

“Is it me? Am I not attractive or-”

Kun’s face went from panicked, to even more panicked. He quickly kneeled down so that he was at eye level with you.

“No! Of course not! You’re perfect. I’m just-”

“Just what, Kun?” you nearly shouted.

You felt bad because you knew that he was probably just as unhappy with the situation as you were, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. Things weren’t getting better; they were getting worse. At first, he couldn’t make you cum, then neither of you could cum and now he couldn’t even get hard.

You both felt pathetic.

“I think I should just go home.”

You started to put your dress back on. Kun wanted to stop you, but he didn’t know what he could do to make things better, so he just watched you get dressed. He followed you as you made your way back to the closet to retrieve your cardigan. He wanted to say something, anything to make what just happened a little less mortifying, but what could he say?

“I’ll text you when I get home,”

“Oh, okay,” he meekly responded as you closed the door behind you.

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“Hey, how did it go?” Ten asked as he closed the front door and walked into the living room where Kun was lying on the couch.

Kun sat up and sighed, not intending to be as loud as he was.

“That bad, huh?” Ten sat down on the couch and lifted his feet onto the low table that sat in front of them.

“You have no idea,” Kun groaned.

“What do you mean? Her dress strap accidentally fell down while I was taking her coat, so I assumed that you both were gonna.... you know,” Ten winked at his roommate.

Ten looked down at the table his feet were resting on and spotted a half empty bottle of soju and several empty bottles of Cass beer.

“Dude, are you okay? Did you two break up or something?”

Kun drunkenly rolled his head so that he could look at Ten.

“Why are you here? I thought you wouldn’t get back until the morning.”

“Kun, it’s 4 am,” Ten responded.

“Can I tell you something?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s declaration of the time.

“Sure?” Ten cocked his head slightly.

“How are you so confident?”

“Could you elaborate?” Ten suggested, not understanding Kun’s inquiry.

“I mean.... after... well... I mean... after a guy... you know... does that to you,” Kun tried to explain his thoughts, but despite his dramatic hand motions, he wasn’t able to express what he was trying to say.

“Do you mean after bottoming?”

Kun leaned forward and rubbed his temples.

“Yeah... after that,” Kun confirmed.

Now it was Ten’s turn to sigh.

“Do you wanna talk about it? What happened tonight?”

Kun looked back at Ten, eyes watery but not quite near tears.

“You know how I was telling you about how Y/N and I were having troubles in the.... sex department?”

Ten couldn’t help but let out a laugh at drunk Kun’s wording.

“Yeah?”

“Well, tonight... it was worse.”

“How could it have been worse?

Kun dragged his hands down his face.

“I couldn’t even --------” Kun muffled the last part of his sentence.

“You couldn’t even what?”

“I couldn’t even get-------” Kun muffled again.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I couldn’t get it up! Okay?!” Kun yelled.

Ten sighed again.

“Kun, first of all, bottoming doesn’t make you any less of a man. Second of all, you were exploring your sexuality. Everyone goes through shit like that when they’re.... discovering themselves.”

Ten moved closer to Kun.

“And third of all,”

Ten slapped the back of Kun’s head.

“You can bottom and still be a top,” Ten laughed.

Kun slapped away Ten’s hands.

“I’m serious, man.” Kun asserted.

“I’m serious too,” Ten retorted.

Ten patted Kun’s back.

“I’m just not... as confident as I was before... Sicheng. Hell, even ignoring the whole Sicheng situation, I’m still not confident about... you know... being attracted to both women.... and men,” Kun took his time as he spoke.

“Like what if she thinks it’s weird? What if she thinks I’m just a gay man who’s not ready to fully come out yet?”

“Bisexual men exist, Kun. I’m sure Y/N is more open minded than you’re giving her credit for,” Ten commented.

Kun suddenly turned his entire body on the couch so that he was facing Ten.

“Help us,” Kun pleaded.

“What?” Ten asked, knowing exactly what Kun was trying to say, but still hoping he wasn’t.

“I love her, man. She’s the one, I just know it, but I’m gonna lose her if I can’t get my shit together,” Kun blabbered on.

“Don’t worry, I have no problem giving you advice Kun,” Ten reassured.

“No,” Kun boomed. “I- hiccup I mean we need you Ten. What you do for your clients... We need you to do that for us.”

“You’re drunk, Kun. You aren’t serious. You’re just freaked out right now,” Ten laughed but the humor was absent from his voice.

“I’m serious, man!” Kun grabbed Ten’s face and pulled it close to his so that they were only inches apart.

Even though Kun was drunk, he quickly realized his actions when Ten shot him a smirk causing Kun to turn away more than a little flustered.

“Not so confident now, huh?” Ten muttered running a hand through his raven black locks.

“You can’t even handle having your face be that close to mine without becoming a blushing mess, how are you gonna handle having me intrude on your sex life?” Ten continued.

In that moment, Ten’s words lit a fire in Kun, causing him to pull Ten’s face back into his.

“You don’t understand man, I’d do anything for her,” Kun mouthed as he stared intensely into his roommate’s eyes. “Anything.”

Now it was Ten’s turn to get flustered. He pushed Kun away, causing him to fall back onto the couch. Kun instinctively grabbed onto Ten’s arm, pulling him down with him. Ten hovered over Kun’s body, having used his free arm to prevent himself from falling onto the larger male. They stayed like that for a brief second before realizing the awkwardness of the situation.

“Sorry,” Kun mumbled.

Ten lifted himself back up into a sitting position, Kun quickly doing the same.

Ten’s hand reached for the back of his own neck, not understanding why he was even trying to convince his roommate out of anything while he was in such a drunken state.

In one last attempt to get Kun to recognize the weight of what he was asking, Ten brought up another concern.

“Even if you’re serious, would Y/N even agree to something like that?”

“I don’t know. Her reaction to your job wasn’t very readable. I mean she didn’t exactly react to it nonchalantly, but she didn’t seem disgusted either,” Kun responded.

“Oh great. I’m glad your girlfriend isn’t disgusted by me,” Ten sarcastically spat out as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Kun retreated.

He watched as his roommate poured himself a glass of water.

“I’ll ask her real quick.”

Kun took out his phone and started typing something causing Ten to choke on his water.

“You’ll what?” Ten exclaimed.

Kun ignored his roommate’s inquiry as he continued to type into his phone. Ten quickly ran back into the living room and grabbed Kun’s phone, hoping to save him from making such a huge mistake, but it was too late.

“Fuck, you sent it?” Ten gasped, staring at the message on the dimly lit screen.

Kun only nodded in response.

“Maybe you can pass it off as a joke or something,” Ten hurriedly handed the phone back to Kun.

“Why? Your clients don’t seem to think it’s that weird,” Kun contested.

“My clients know what they’re getting into when they call me. Not to mention that I’m a professional, not one of their roommates.”

“Quick! You can write something like ‘Haha I got you, didn’t I?’ or maybe-”

Ten’s ramblings were interrupted by a small pinging noise.

“Shit, she saw it,” Ten sputtered, seeing the phone screen light up.

“You’re so screwed, dude. Your only option is to leave the country and start a new life.”

“She agreed,” Kun blurted out.

Ten’s eyes bulged.

“She what?” Ten sat down beside Kun in disbelief, but after looking at Kun’s phone, his brief moment of denial ended.

Ten and Kun just sat there on the couch staring off into space, neither one saying a word to the other.

Although Kun was the one who brought the topic up, he couldn’t help but feel hurt that Y/N agreed so quickly. He knew things were bad, but he had kind of hoped that she would try to talk him out of it and tell him that you both just had to try again. Your agreement just confirmed that the situation was as bad as he had thought it was.

The silence was interrupted when Kun’s phone let out another ping sound.

Kun lifted up his phone to read the message.

“So….what now?” the message read.

Ten looked over Kun’s shoulder at the message.

“Well, I guess we should start with me getting to know my new clients,” Ten sighed comically.

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You walked through the front doors of BDLI, a soju room where Ten instructed you all meet to talk about the details regarding the upcoming events of the night. It seemed like a popular place since there was no shortage of people wandering around the halls, but it also seemed a little peculiar. You noticed that the other customers were dressed very similarly to Ten, wearing lots of chains and leather. For a second, you worried that Ten might have invited you and Kun to some sort of sex club. The fact that Ten had instructed you to tell the host/hostess that your room reservation was under the name “KItten” did not help to ease your worries. The host was a black-haired man with a name tag that read Hendery on it. At first you thought it was a typo, seeing as the name was so odd, but you quickly brushed it off and told him your reservation name.

“Nervous?” the man asked, smiling at you.

You looked up at him feeling exposed. Did Ten bring all of his clients here? Did this random man know exactly why you were here?

You nodded slightly, your cheeks beginning to flush.

“Don’t be,” the man continued.

“Ten is a miracle worker, trust me. My husband and I were clients of his for years.”

“Years?”

The host could sense the panic in your voice.

“Don’t worry, it didn’t take that long. Ten basically fixed our sex life in the first session we had with him. We just liked him so much that my husband, Yangyang, and I kept going every so often just to rekindle our sex life.”

“Oh. That’s nice,” you replied, not knowing what else to say as the man wrote down your room number on a slip of paper and handed it to you.

You had purposely arrived a few minutes late in the hopes that you would be the last to arrive as to avoid any awkwardness between you and either Ten or your loving boyfriend, yet when you arrived at your room number, you opened the door to see that Ten was also running late. You sat down next to your boyfriend. The awkwardness you wanted to avoid ended up being worse than you had originally imagined. Neither of you greeted each other, instead opting to sit in silence. You wondered if talking would ease the tension or increase it.

Finally, Kun broke the silence.

“Are you still sure about this? We can back out now if you want.”

“I’m sure, Kun, but if you don’t feel comfortable…. I love you and I’m okay with things being the way that they are as long as you’re still in my life,”

Kun, who had been avoiding your gaze up to this point, smiled at you.

“I love you too,” he spoke softly.

“Well, wasn’t that cute?” Ten remarked as he entered the soju room.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“You could hear us outside the door?” you asked, concerned that this might not be the best place to discuss such personal matters.

“Yeah, but only because this entire section is empty except for us,” Ten explained, putting you at ease.

“I always request a more private room when I’m meeting with my clients.”

Ten was wearing an outfit that, although still very dramatic, was a lot more toned down than what he wore the first time you met him. He wore black jeans that were ripped at the knees and a button-down shirt with a black, white, and gray design that resembled a granite countertop. He had a chain that ran down his belt loop and into his back pocket, probably attached to his wallet, along with a simple black leather belt. Compared to your boyfriend, who was wearing a simple white shirt, denim jacket, and black jeans, Ten looked like a model for one of those online stores that sell gothic clothing.

You wanted to ask Ten more about why he chose this place to meet clients at, but a part of you just wanted to get this over with.

“We aren’t doing this here, are we?” you asked.

Ten let out a warm comforting laugh.

“Of course not. If you two decide to move forward with this session, then we’ll move to a nearby motel that’s especially made for couples.”

“You mean a love motel?” Kun asked.

“Whatever you wanna call it,” Ten shrugged.as he reached into his bag.

“I’d like for you to fill these out,” Ten instructed as he pulled two sheets of paper out from his bag and handed them to you and Kun along with two pens.

“What are these?” Kun Inquired.

“Consent forms,” Ten stated as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“You mean like waivers?” you asked.

“Hmmmm, not exactly. These are lists of things that you might be interesting in incorporating into your sex life.”

You gasped.

“Anal beads?!”

While Ten couldn’t refrain from laughing at your sudden outburst, Kun looked mortified.

“Listen, it’s just a list. I’m not saying you should try everything on this list tonight, it’s just a list of possible things to try, whether tonight or in the future,” Ten explained as he grabbed the list from you.

“You see these boxes next to each thing listed?”

Ten turned the paper so you could see.

“I want you both to go over this list and put a check mark next to everything you’d be interested in trying tonight, a circle around each thing you might be open to and an X next to anything you definitely do not want to do. This way, we can see which ways your lists overlap and make sure everything done tonight is consensual, understand?”

Both you and Kun nodded and started to fill out the forms.

“We should also come up with a safe word so that either one of you can revoke consent at any point you start to feel uncomfortable with something that’s happening. My personal fave is ‘cactus.’” Ten suggested.

“Why cactus? Why not just say ‘safe word’ or stop?” Kun asked.

“Some people like to taunt each other, you know? Like daring the other to say the safe word. It’s a whole kink in itself. Also, there are several times in which a person may say stop and not want the person to stop, the obvious example being ‘don’t stop,’”

“Okay but why cactus?”

“Simple,” Ten smiled.

“There is no faster way to kill the mood without ruining it for the while night like thinking about a prickly cactus.”

The three of you couldn’t help but laugh at such a stupid joke.

“So, let’s get started with the details. Since every case is different, instead of explaining how the process works, I’d rather go over your questions and concerns.”

Ten looked at you and Kun.

Neither of you said anything.

Ten’s eyes moved to yours and smirked slightly. You had felt even more nervous than when you two had first met and yet it didn’t seem like Ten was teasing you. Instead, he seemed curious.

“Okay, it’s normal to be stand-offish at first. Maybe we should have a few drinks to ease into it,” Ten offered as he started preparing three somaek glasses.

“Just try to limit yourselves to two drinks each, we don’t want to deal with any issues regarding proper consent or whisky dick, do we?”

“Can’t you tell us a little bit about the process?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s whisky dick comment.

Ten sighed softly as he handed each of us a drink. Without cheersing, we all started sipping on our drinks.

“Basically, what I’ll be doing if you decide to go through with it, is instructing you two on what to do, without really instructing you to do it.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Kun asked.

You were glad that he was taking the lead on this, so you didn’t have to.

“It’ll be more like encouragement from the sidelines or showing you new techniques to try out and stuff like that. To be honest, it’ll probably be better if it’s more of a surprise.”

Kun looked uneasy.

“So, what are your biggest concerns?”

Kun and you looked at each other. Several concerns crossed both of your minds, but neither one of you knew where to start or even how to phrase them.

“Come on, I’m not going to be able to help you guys if I don’t know what I can and can’t do.”

“About that-” you started. “What you can’t do… I wanted to ask. You don’t actually have sex with your clients, do you?”

“I’m a professional, so no.”

“But we aren’t technically your clients,” you pointed out.

Kun’s eyes bulged and he shot you a concerned look.

“Baby, what are you-”

“I’m just wondering. Kun told me over text that you were doing this as a favor. I know that he’s paying for this room, the soju, and probably for the hotel room as well, but you aren’t charging us for your services, so we aren’t your clients,” you continued.

“I guess you’re right,” Ten responded. “And I’m sure that Kun has at least hinted that I’m more sexually open in my own personal life than most.”

“Wait-” Kun tried to speak before he was cut off once more.

“If you two wanted me to join in, I suppose I legally could do so, but don’t worry. I know that isn’t why you both asked for my help, so I won’t overstep.”

You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment at his response. You looked over at Kun, who seemed relieved.

“Any other concerns?” Ten asked.

Silence.

“Okay then, ready to go?”

“What about the consent forms? Aren’t we going to go over them?”

“We’ll save that for when we’re actually in the hotel.”

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All three of you made your way out of the building. No one was spared from the awkward tension between you three. Ten hailed a cab, choosing to get into the passenger side so that you and Kun could share the back. You could see Ten mouth words to the driver, but none of them registered in your mind. You were too anxious. Your heart was racing but your mind was blank. You could feel the panic building up, but then you felt a hand grab yours.

You looked up to see Kun smiling at you. He could sense your uneasiness and despite his own anxiety, he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered over and over again until your breathing slowed.

He flashed you another smile and you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

The cab ride couldn’t have lasted longer than 6 minutes, but the anticipation made every minute feel like an eternity.

Ten thanked the cab driver and handed him more than the due cab fare before turning to you and Kun, motioning that it was time for you to make your exits.

After that, everything felt like a blur. Ten handled everything just like he had been, and next thing you know, you were already walking into the hotel room.

The room was bigger than you had expected. You imagined a typical hotel room, full sized bed, dresser, maybe a tv, but this was so much more. The bed was huge. You didn’t know that a bed could be so big and yet it didn’t even take up most of the room. You were on the 12th floor as made obvious by the ceiling to floor length windows that made up the corner of the room. The curtains didn’t seem that useful since they were made of a sheer grey fabric, not that privacy wasn’t already guaranteed by the height your room was at. The bed sheets, which had to have been satin or even silk, along with the mountain of pillows that rested on top of them were a tone of grey similar to that of the curtains. You wondered how soft they would feel. The hardwood floor was a colored a deep black that easily reflected any light that touched it. There was no TV, which surprised you since in every other way, the room screamed that no expense was spared, but this was still a love hotel, so that there was no use for a television.

You were in shock.

How could Kun even afford a night in a room like this? How much could it have cost?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Ten asked, “Would anyone like another drink?”

You and Kun, who had also been taking in the motel room, turned to see Ten opening a fridge next to a bar counter you hadn’t noticed until just now.

You both raised your hands in unison earning yet another chuckle from Ten.

“Remember, the goal here isn’t to get drunk, but to get comfortable.”

Ten waved for you and Kun to join him at the bar as he started making three gin and tonics.

After getting yourselves situated with your drinks, Ten cleared his throat.

“We should talk about everything that’s been going on with your relationship lately before we get started.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about,” Kun spoke up.

Ten turned towards Kun.

“We’re perfect for each other, it’s just about the sex.”

You kept your eyes glued to your drink.

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with your relationship, I’m just saying that we should do some actual therapy before we jump into things,” Ten explained.

“Kun, is there anything you want to share with Y/N?”

Ten gave Kun a strange look.

Kun shook his head.

“I don’t.”

Ten looked like he wanted to probe further but decided against it.

“What about you Y/N? Do you have anything you want to say?”

“Yes actually, I do.”

Your words caused elicited a panicked look from Kun.

“I just want to say that I love you, Kun, and I’m going to do my best tonight.”

Kun’s face softened at your words. He took your hands in his.

“I love you too, baby girl. Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure, Kun.”

Ten just watched as you two stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment.

You were the first to break eye contact as you looked at Ten.

“So, what do we need to do?”

“Why don’t you both start off by telling me what you wish to see more of in your sex lives? You can share what you marked on your consent forms as well.”

You looked at your boyfriend. It was his turn to stare at his drink.

Taking the hint, Ten motioned for you to go first.

“I guess.... I guess I wish Kun was more dominating during sex.”

Kun’s head lifted slightly.

“It’s like he’s too careful with me, you know? It’s like he’s afraid he’ll break me. When we’re out together, he’s romantic and flirty, but during sex, it’s like his confidence disappears. I’m not asking for him to go into full BDSM mode, but it would be nice if he could push me around a little more.”

Ten nods as you explain.

“Was there anything that you marked on your consent form that you’re especially interested in trying?”

“I guess the thing that stood out the most to me was the...pain play, specifically the light spanking and slapping, I guess.”

“How about you Kun?”

“Huh?” Kun seemed to have been contemplating your words.

“What would you like to see more of when you’re having sex with Y/N?”

A hint of panic painted Kun’s features as Ten directed the question towards him.

“No-nothing! I mean... not nothing... just... I mean... what I’m trying to say is... No... Y/N is perfect. She doesn’t need to change anything.” Kun stuttered.

“It’s okay Kun. You can tell me. I know that I need to change too.”

“No, that’s not it.”

Kun brings his hands to your face.

“You’re perfect. This... this is all my fault. You don’t have to change anything. I don’t want you to change anything.”

“But Kun that’s not true. I’m at fault here too. I just hope that it’s something that I can fix.”

Kun’s panicked expression morphed into a pained one.

“What do you mean?” Ten interjected.

You took Kun’s hands off of your face and rested them onto his lap.

“Kun struggles to... stay hard with me sometimes.”

You were answering Ten, but you never took your eyes off your boyfriend’s.

“I see,” Ten commented.

“I try everything I can to make him feel good, but sometimes... I wonder if it has less to do with what I’m doing and more to do with... me.”

“Baby girl, of course not.” Kun wrapped his arms around you awkwardly pulling you into his chest.

“You’re perfect in every single way,” he comforted.

“But am I sexy?” You pushed him away.

“I know you love me, but are you attracted to me?”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Kun stared into your eyes as he calculated how he should respond. After what felt like minutes, Kun broke the silence.

“I’m ready.”

“Huh?” Ten gawked.

“I said I’m ready,” Kun repeated as he got up from the barstool.

“I’m going to show you just how sexy you are, baby girl.”

You didn’t have time to feel nervous about the whole thing because next thing you knew, Kun had quite literally swept you off your feet. A small yelp of surprise shot past your lips as you instinctively wrapped your arms around Kun’s neck for security. He carried you over to the bed and laid your body down across the grey satin sheets.

“Guys hold up. I don’t think we’ve quite covered everything we need to cover,” Ten insisted as he hurried over to you two.

“She said she wanted me to be more dominate in bed. I can do that. We can try the pain play too. What else is there to cover?”

“That’s not how it works, Kun.”

“Oh yeah?”

Kun turned to face Ten, their vast height difference had suddenly become more apparent. You sat up and watched the two men in front of you. If you didn’t know better, it almost seemed as if Ten was intimidated by Kun.

Kun cocked his head slightly to the side.

“Are you sure about that?” Kun growled.

You had no idea what was happening. Ten’s eyes were opened wider than you had ever thought was humanly possible. There was no mistake about it, Ten was nervous.

Kun turned back towards the bed. You couldn’t move. You were too stunned to do anything but gulp.

Who was this man towering over you and what had he done to your boyfriend?

“K-kun,” Ten stuttered.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Kun's almost raspy voice went straight to your core.

“Kun I-”

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun cut you off.

“We came here to play, didn’t we?” he smirked.

Your stomach was in knots. You knew that this was what you had asked for and yet you couldn’t help but feel conflicted. If it was really this easy, then why did you have to drag Ten into your sex life? Your doubts about your boyfriend’s drastic change in character only clouded your mind for a brief moment before your body was suddenly being pinned to the mattress. Kun’s face hovered just above yours. His lustful eyes stared deeply into yours, taking in the view of you completely at his mercy.

You had never seen this side of him before. It felt like Kun had been possessed, by what, you didn’t know but you couldn’t ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You turned your head towards the other man in the room. It was like you were asking permission with your eyes, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Kun. Kun released one of his hands that held your arm above your head and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“He’s not the one you need to ask, darling,” Kun instructed, reading your mind.

Every nerve in your body was on fire, the sensitivity was only heightened by Kun’s gruff and commanding voice.

“I-I...” you were too overwhelmed to say anything substantive.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun chuckled.

You weren’t the only one who was caught off guard by Kun’s surge of dominance. Ten could only watch as Kun taunted you. He had no idea what was going on with his usually shy roommate, but he couldn’t decide whether intervening would be a smart idea or not.

Kun released his grasp on your chin to free himself from his shirt, revealing his muscular torso.

Despite having seen much more scandalous acts, Ten couldn’t help but stare at his roommate as he stripped. Ten felt conflicted as he debated whether it was okay for him to be there or not. Although he had done this countless times, it seemed as though the realization that you and Kun weren’t like his regular clientele had just now hit him. His breathing was hitched, and his skin had become noticeably flushed.

Was this okay?

Ten’s feelings for his roommate had been nothing but a bother to him since the beginning. When he first saw Kun standing in his doorway, he was more than a little surprised. He had been expecting a college student to come by for a house tour, but he never expected that his potential new suite mate would be this fucking hot.

Despite his best judgement, Ten agreed to let Kun move in. Ten wasn’t the type to admit when he had fallen for someone and he figured that his schoolboy crush would disappear as quickly as it had manifested, but he was so wrong.

When he had left for work for the first time, he walked into the living room to find a shirtless Kun similar to the one who was currently sucking on his girlfriend’s neck. After finding himself too flustered for comfort, Ten started leaving later and getting home earlier hoping to avoid his new tenant.

Once Kun’s classes ended, Ten could no longer wait for his roommate to fall asleep before leaving for work, so he surrendered and realized that the only way to alleviate the awkwardness was to actually get to know the guy. What Ten didn’t know though, was that getting to know his roommate would only deepen his infatuation.

Kun was probably the most uncool person Ten had ever held a conversation with and yet he was a loser in the most heart wrenchingly charming way possible. Ten couldn’t help but tease him.

When Kun drunkenly admitted to Ten that he was bisexual, Ten knew he had to make his move, but before anything could happen, Kun went on to talk about how his sexuality was causing problems with his new girlfriend, putting a stop to any hopes Ten might have had.

Ten didn’t want to like you. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to despise you, but once he saw you in your flustered state standing in the same doorway where he had first met Kun, he couldn’t help but see how perfect you two were for each other. He also found himself being drawn to you in the same way that he had been drawn to Kun. It was like you and Kun were different versions of the same person. Ten could find no humor in the situation, only finding the urge to kick himself for his poor taste.

And now here he was, watching you both kiss each other passionately.

Ten had only agreed to this arrangement thinking that seeing you two together would extinguish the feelings he had for Kun and the attraction he felt for you both, but even Ten had to admit that his reasoning was flawed in every sense. If anything, Ten’s feelings were increasing tenfold. As strange as It was, despite literally watching you both claw at each other, Ten’s desire to be a part of your relationship seemed almost like a realistic goal. He was literally only a few feet away from you both, after all. He knew that he couldn’t expect you both to accept him, but in this moment, Ten felt closer to that fantasy than he had ever thought possible.

Acting against his feelings, Ten continued to watch, not allowing himself to insert himself into the situation unless he absolutely had to.

Kun had stripped both you and him of almost all your remaining clothes, not once allowing you to help. The only thing that was left were his boxers. You tried to pull those off too, but Kun wouldn’t have it. He pulled you further down the bed by your legs, causing your upper body to fall flat against the bed. Kun’s eyes never left yours for a second. Every time you broke eye contact to glance at Ten, Kun would respond by landing a sharp slap to your thighs. The slaps weren’t too painful. If anything, they only added to the circus of sensations that were going through your body.

It felt like you were the only one who was aware of Ten’s presence. It wasn’t too uncomfortable having Ten there, but it definitely added a whole new level of kinkiness to the situation.

Kun slowly inched himself down your body, kissing it along the way. Every once in a while, his teeth would graze at your subtle skin leaving small purple marks.

Once he had reached your core, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them in place. His lips hovered over your folds not yet giving you the pleasure of feeling his tongue glide across them. He wanted to see just how badly you wanted him and oh god, did you want him. He couldn’t believe that it had taken him this long to see you squirming under his touch. Your face was flushed a beautiful shade of red, your uneven breathing only furthered his unquenchable thirst for your wetness. He knew that your blushing skin was probably intensified just by having a third party see you in such a vulnerable state, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed having someone there to witness the intense amount of pleasure he was about to give you. He could tell that you were getting impatient, but he could also sense your hesitation due to the third pair of eyes in the room.

Kun gave his lips one last lick before finally diving into your folds. Your hips instinctively buckled into his touch. Kun had eaten you out several times before but never like this. It was like he had been starved and eating you out was the only sustenance he had in days. The pleasure came in waves, taking over your entire body and yet you still couldn’t focus on the man whose tongue was dipping inside of you at an ungodly speed. For some reason, you were distracted by a hungry looking Ten.

You couldn’t understand it. With Ten’s line of work, he must have seen countless couples getting it on, and yet for some reason Ten looked lustful. He was staring at you intensely as he bit his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was actually enjoying watching instead of being there solely to guide the two of you. It made you feel self-conscious, but it also had another effect on you as well. You wanted him. You wanted both of them, at the same time and it killed you that you couldn’t have your way with them both.

Kun was too distracted to notice the longing stares you directed towards his roommate, and Ten was too captivated with watching you to destruct the meaning behind your eyes.

Being watched by Ten did something to you. You could feel a familiar feeling starting to rise from the pit of your stomach. Something you hadn’t felt with Kun before, but you were definitely feeling it know. Your vision began to blur but you could still make out Ten as he watched Kun’s tongue take you over the edge. Your moans turned into squeals as you approached your high and Kun could tell that you were close. His fingers started to dip inside of your wetness as he pushed you past the point of overstimulation. Your hips tried to separate themselves from Kun’s skillful tongue, but he held you down as he pressed on. Your squeals were now screams of pleasure. The safe word had disappeared from your vocabulary and your mind was too far gone to even think of using it.

Once your soul had returned to your twitching body and your mind was able to form coherent sentences again, you saw your boyfriend’s eyes staring into yours. They were lined with pride. You were surprised to find that you weren’t even close to tired. If anything, you wanted more. You started gripping at your boyfriend’s boxers begging for him to take them off. His prideful gaze turned into one of panic and you couldn’t understand why.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“N-nothing, I just want to do it again.”

“Kun, that was amazing in every single way, but I need to have you inside of me right now,” you begged.

Kun looked over at Ten who appeared lost in thought. After noticing Kun’s eyes, he seemed to remember where he was and stood up a little straighter.

“Are you shy because Ten is here?”

Kun stayed silent.

“Kun, I’m sure Ten had seen it all before, and he’s watched us this far.”

“That’s not it...”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Your eyes traveled down Kun’s body, past his happy trail and saw what the problem was.

“Oh my god.” you faltered.

“Baby girl, I-”

“Even after all that, you’re still not hard?”

“Baby I-”

“So, it is me!”

If Ten were a cat, his ears would have perked up because that was definitely his que to cut in.

“Y/N, listen,” Kun pleaded.

“No Kun, I can’t do this. You were able to change for me immediately and yet I still can’t even something as simple as turning you on. You’re not attracted to me!”

“Y/N, that’s enough.”

Ten was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at you and Kun.

His voice was gruff and dominating but not flirtatious in the same way that Kun’s had been earlier. It immediately shut both of you up.

Ten’s stern face only lasted for a few seconds before turning into one of exhaustion. He sighed before turning to Kun.

“Kun, it’s time to tell her,” he urged.

“Tell me what?”

“Ten, I have no idea-”

Ten didn’t say anything, he merely scowled at Kun, but that was enough to cut him off.

“What’s going on?” you demanded, wrapping the duvet around your naked frame.

Kun flashed Ten a pleading look. The confident Kun had disappeared once again.

“You know what, Kun? You say that you love Y/N and that you’d do anything for her, but you won’t consider opening up to her even if it might be the only way to save her the pain of blaming herself?” Ten snapped, earning a surprised look from both Kun and you.

Ten sighed in annoyance.

“Ok, last chance. Either we are going to have an actual therapy session or you’re on your own, Kun. I should have never given you special treatment. Nobody gets to just skip out on the therapy part of sex therapy!” Ten shouted.

Kun and you looked at each other.

“Um... what is he talking about, Kun? What’s going on here?”

Kun looked back at Ten, then back at you, trying to think of a way out of the situation. You could see the panic in his eyes but before he could say anything, you took his hands in yours.

“Kun, please,” you begged.

Now it was Kun’s turn to sigh.

“Okay, but let’s get dressed first,” he finally agreed.

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After putting your clothes back on and accepting the almost humiliating situation you were in, Ten invited you both to meet him back at the bar counter.

Despite being fully clothed, you couldn’t look Ten in the eyes, yet for some reason it felt like he couldn’t do it either.

Kun was just staring at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs.

“Let’s hop right in, shall we?” Ten suggested.

Kun and you stayed silent while Ten continued.

“Kun, I think you should tell y/n about what happened the night you two met.”

Your head lifted up, curious about what Ten meant.

Kun took a deep breath and looked up at both Ten and you.

“Take your time,” Ten instructed.

“We have all the time in the world.”

Kun’s gaze left yours and returned back to his hands.

Taking one last breath, Kun began relaying the events of that night.

“The night we met, before you had run into me, I had just left a hotel.”

You did your best to hold back any surprise from showing. You could tell that whatever Kun was about to tell you would be hard for him, so you didn’t want any judgement to show in your features.

“I started questioning my sexuality a few months before that night and I didn’t really understand what was going on with me. I had always known I liked women, but I had started noticing these feelings of attraction whenever I was around a certain kind of guy. I didn’t really understand what these feelings were because no one ever really talked about how bisexuality was a thing, so I was afraid that I was turning gay.”

You nodded as Kun explained.

“One night, a friend of mine told me that if I really wanted to understand these feelings, I should go out and explore them, so I went to a gay bar. At the bar, I met this guy who told me his name was Winwin because he’d always ‘win win.’ It was a horrible line, but I recognized that he was Chinese from his accent, so I kept talking to him. It comforting having someone who I could talk to in Chinese, especially given how foreign everything else in that bar felt. I guess I also got a little carried away and had a few too many drinks hoping they would calm my nerves. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely not sober which is probably why when Winwin asked me to go to a hotel with him, I said yes.”

Kun looked back up at you, checking your reaction before going on.

“When we got to the room, I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t really have time to think about it before Winwin started kissing me and taking his clothes off. It wasn’t until we were both naked that I had the guts to tell him that I had never had sex with a man before. I remember that when I told him, he took a step back. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he told me that he would be extra gentle with stretching me out and that he would go slowly until I got used to it. Of course, I was confused but when I asked what he meant, he just told me that he had never topped an anal virgin before but that he would try to make it as painless as possible. That was when I realized that Winwin expected me to be the bottom, something I definitely was not comfortable with, but Winwin had told me that he was solely a top. I didn’t know what to do at that point and looking back, Winwin probably would have understood if I had just told him I wasn’t comfortable being the bottom, but in that moment, I felt like had to do whatever it took to figure out what my feelings towards men were... so I agreed.”

Kun was trembling slightly but his continued his story. You wanted to reach out towards him, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt his story at this point.

“It was painful, but that wasn’t what made it so horrible. It was like my masculinity was being taken from me and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I left the hotel room as soon as Winwin fell asleep and was planning to go home when I ran into you. I know I should have felt bad for you since you had obviously been crying, but if I’m being honest, I was comforted by the fact that someone else was having a night just as bad as mine, which is why I invited you to coffee.”

The room stayed silent for minutes after Kun finished his story. Neither Ten nor you felt comfortable having the first word after hearing Kun go over the events from that night.

“I guess I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how you would react to hearing about my sexuality and also... I haven’t really been able to feel confident in myself as a man after what happened with Winwin.”

“You see Y/N? It’s not that Kun isn’t attracted to you, it’s that Kun has been doubting himself ever since that night, not just sexually but he’s been doubting everything about himself in general,” Ten explained.

You had felt horrible. After all this time, you thought that you were to blame for your sex life but really, your boyfriend was going through something and you had no idea whatsoever. You had to say something.

“Kun, I don’t care that you’re bisexual. I love you.”

“I know it’s stupid because being bisexual/gay or bottoming doesn’t make anyone less of a man, but it’s different when it’s yourself, you know?” Kun sighed.

You took a deep breath before responding.

“Yeah, you’re right... It took years before I felt comfortable enough to admit that I was bisexual, even to myself.”

Kun’s gaze shot towards yours.

“What?”

“I’m bisexual, Kun. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I was worried that you wouldn’t accept me if you knew.”

Kun got off of his chair and embraced you in his arms.

“What are you talking about? Of course, that wouldn’t change how I felt towards you!”

“Ahem,” Ten coughed.

Kun released his hold on you to look at Ten.

“So, you’re saying that Y/N being bisexual doesn’t change how you feel about her, and I know for a fact that my bisexuality doesn’t bug you either, so why would your being bisexual change how she sees you?” Ten pointed out.

“Wow, it really sounds stupid when you phrase it like that,” Kun commented.

“It’s not stupid, Kun. Everyone goes through it. Insecurities don’t have to be logical, but you do.” Ten responded.

“Now that Y/N knows and accepts you, you need to work on getting over your fears about how people will respond to you being bi or having bottomed. Oh, and by the way, you can be a bottom and still be a top,” Ten lectured.

“Although you are 100% a top,” he added.

“How can you tell?” you asked.

Ten turned to Kun, looking him up and down.

“Oh, I can just tell,” he chuckled.

“I don’t know if that was an insult or a compliment,” Kun muttered.

“And what are you?” you asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Ten winked.

Kun laughed before turning back to you.

“How could I have not noticed that you were bi?” he asked.

“Same way that I couldn’t tell that you were,” you shrugged.

“How long have you known?” Kun inquired.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve always known that I was attracted to feminine qualities, but I wasn’t able to admit that I liked women until I was in college. If I’m being honest, when I first saw Ten, I kind of thought he was a bisexual’s wet dream.”

Kun and Ten shot glances at each other.

“What do you mean?” Kun hesitated.

“Kun, I love you and I will always be loyal to you, but Ten is so pretty and so androgynous looking that I didn’t know whether I was jealous of him or wanted to fuck him.”

I turned to Ten.

“No offense.”

“No offense taken,” He smirked.

“I know I should probably feel jealous hearing that my girlfriend thought my roommate was hot, but... since we’re being honest...” Kun started,

“What? No way!” you raved, watching your boyfriend rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Kun smiled awkwardly in response while Ten looked like he was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

“What can I say? You’re a good-looking guy. Some might even say a bisexual’s wet dream,” Kun offered.

Ten’s eyes were bulged, and he tried to look anywhere but at you or Kun.

“Well then, I guess you both are going to be alright after all,” Ten coughed still avoiding eye contact.

“You know Kun, I wouldn’t mind you exploring your sexuality while we’re together,” you commented.

“What? Really?” Kun exclaimed.

“Yeah, as long as you’re happy and honest with me, I wouldn’t mind you having sex with other people, as long as I get to meet them, and they understood what was going on.”

“What do you mean?” Kun asked.

“Well... this might be super inappropriate...” you explained turning towards Ten.

“but I really wouldn’t mind if Ten wanted to join us every once in a while.”

Ten’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull as the panic in him increased.

“I-I umm....”

“Maybe I read it wrong, but it seemed as though you were watching us with something more than just psychological curiosity in your eyes,” you smirked, enjoying how the confident Ten, was panicking like a child who had been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

Kun glanced at Ten who kept stuttering trying to come up with an excuse.

“You know, looking back on it, you didn’t really give us that much direction. Wanna try again?” Kun teased having regained his confidence.

After seeing both you and Kun smirking at him, Ten quickly realized what was going on.

“Fine, I’m up for anything. You aren’t my clients after all, but are you sure that you both know what you’re getting yourselves into?” He taunted having suddenly lost all trace of the panic he had been drowning in only a moment ago.

You and Kun gulped in unison having suddenly lost your feelings of confidence.

“Oh, come on now, you two. Cat got your tongues?” Ten challenged, lighting a fire in Kun.

“I’m ready if you are,” Kun told Ten in a voice too mischievous for your liking before they both turned to face you.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Kun quickly stood up and grabbed your chin with one hand, the other slowly moving down your back.

“Hey, Ten?” Kun quirked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes?”

“What were the things that Y/N checked yes to on her consent form?”

You didn’t need to see Ten to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Impact play, choking, gagging, punishment play, marking, bondage, being dominated, light humiliation, slight masochism, the list goes on. It looks like we have a little slut on our hands. Oh! And look at this. Exhibitionism? Tsk tsk tsk. No wonder she was so open to having me here tonight,” Ten cooed.

“I-I um, AH!” Before you could explain yourself, Kun had lifted you into his arms and was carrying you back to the bed.

Ten slowly strutted towards you both, only drawing further attention to his catlike walk.

“Do you want this, Y/N?” Ten asked, slowly licking his lips.

You found yourself struggling to answer. You were so caught off guard by this sudden change in power dynamics but that only excited you. The thought of having both of them together seemed so unreal but you couldn’t imagine letting this opportunity pass you by.

You nodded.

“Y-ye-”

“Use your words, baby girl,” Kun instructed.

“Y-yes, I want it.”

“Wow, Kun. I knew your girlfriend was kinky from the way she screamed your name earlier, but I had no idea she’d be this... Well, this excited,” Ten taunted.

“I know. Such a dirty girl, wanting to be with two men at the same time.”

“What do you think we should do first?” Ten pondered, tapping his fingers on his cheek in a thinking gesture.

“What would the professional suggest we do? It’s only fair that we follow the expert’s instruction.”

“Hmmm...” Ten hummed as he took the spot next to you on the bed.

“Well, we can’t do much fully clothed, now can we?” he laughed.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Kun growled as he pinned you onto the bed.

Ten stayed seated as he watched Kun do everything but rip your clothes off.

As soon as the cool air hit your skin, your body trembled under the eyes of the two men. It wasn’t the first time either of them had seen you naked, but this time felt different. You tried to cover your breasts with the satin duvet, only for Kun to pull you out from underneath it by your legs. You let out a small gasp as your upper body hit the bed.

“Don’t be rude baby girl, I went through all of that trouble to undress you just so you could hide that beautiful body of yours from our guest?”

“Isn’t it time you teach your girlfriend some manners, Kun?” Ten suggested, biting his bottom lip.

He couldn’t help but wear a hungry expression as his eyes grazed over your exposed frame.

“You’re right.”

Kun lifted his own shirt over his head and there wasn’t much that you could do to stop yourself from staring and by the looks of it, neither could Ten.

“You don’t mind if Y/N and I test out the therapy you’ve given us, right?” Kun asked, more flirtatious than serious.

“Please do,” Ten answered, amused by the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn with both of us,” Kun assured, taking off his jeans.

He was calm yet he was barely able to hold back his excitement and so were his boxers from the looks of it.

You didn’t have time to feel any relief from seeing the tent in your boyfriend’s boxers since all you could think about was how good his hands felt as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. You let a squeal fall past your mouth.

“What’s wrong baby girl? We haven’t even gotten started and yet you’re already squealing under my touch?”

Kun loved seeing you wriggle underneath him as he trapped your body underneath his. His hands moved from your thighs up your stomach, past your breasts and stopped when they reached yours. His fingers interlocked with yours as he lowered himself onto you. His face hovered above yours for a brief second, his eyes staring into yours. The thought, “he looks hungry” was the only thing that crossed your mind before he dived into the crook of your neck.

His lips caressed your skin, and nothing could take away the pleasure of having his teeth sink into your sweet spot.

“K-kun,” you half whimpered half moaned his name.

You opened your eyes to see Ten looking down at you as Kun attacked your neck with his mouth. He watched in amusement knowing fully well that you didn’t have the power to turn away from him. You could only close your eyes, but you didn’t even know if you could do that. Ten’s eyes were hypnotic. They locked with yours and although you were intimidated, you didn’t want him to look away.

“Are you enjoying yourself Y/N?” he asked prompting Kun to remove his lips from your neck.

Kun smiled in at the sight of your bruised neck. He could make out the outline of his teeth marks in your darkening skin. He wiped the saliva from his lips and brought his hand to your mouth.

“If you’re not going to answer, then why don’t you use that mouth of yours for something more useful?” Kun growled as his thumb entered your mouth. He moved his index finger under your chin and pressed his thumb onto your tongue, forcing you to look up at him. You tried to turn away only for him to press harder.

Kun let out an amused chuckle. He didn’t mind if you fought back a little bit especially since he knew how willing you were.

“How bad do you want him, Y/N? How bad do you want Kun’s cock in your mouth?” Ten taunted.

You tried to answer him, but your words came out muffled and gargled from the pressure on your tongue.

“Tho bag,” you tried.

“What did you say?” Ten quirked slyly.

“I wanit tho bag,” you repeated.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand what the little slut is saying,” he continued.

“Hmmm, well I guess she doesn’t want it,” Kun smirked.

“Only good girls get to suck on daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy?” Ten laughed, almost ruining the mood.

“What?” Kun demanded accusingly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I just never pegged you for the daddy type,” Ten mocked.

“I’m just doing it because it was on her sheet,” Kun explained.

“Umm, no it wasn’t,” Ten cracked up.

“Shut up. Yeah it was.”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, daddy!”

There was a teasing whine in Ten’s voice as he jokingly called Kun daddy.

Kun’s grip on your jaw stayed firm as his left hand shot towards Ten’s. Currently gripping both of your jawlines Kun flashed Ten a devious look.

Ten had suddenly fallen silent and looked almost fearful as Kun stared into his soul.

“Cat got your tongue?” Kun taunted, repeating the phrase Ten had used earlier that night.

Ten looked down before returning to meet Kun’s almond shaped eyes with his big round ones.

“Sorry, daddy,” he mused, having started cracking up again.

Kun rolled his eyes and turned back to you.

“How about you?” he asked, releasing his hold on your jawline.

“No, daddy.”

Both Kun and Ten looked at you in surprise.

All humor had left Ten’s face and a grin had made its way onto Kun’s.

You didn’t know why, you had never thought about calling any man daddy, not even your actual father, but for some reason when the word fell past your lips... it felt... right. It was like the word was made for him and him alone.

Kun stood up from the bed. That one little word was all it took to have him pulling you up by the arm and pushing you down in front of him. Falling to your knees, your hands found themselves grabbing his thighs in order to keep you from going too far forward. Finding your composure, you looked up at Kun and then towards Ten expecting words of approval.

“Ah ah ah,” Kun tsked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and turning your face away from the raven-haired man who was still sitting on the bed.

“Don’t look to him for permission. I’m the one who daddy’s little girl needs to get permission from, got it?”

You nodded in agreement only for the grip on your hair to get tighter.

“Ah! I mean, yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now what did you need permission for?”

“C-can I suck daddy’s cock?”

Kun paused before answering.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I don’t think you really deserve my cock. After all, you haven’t exactly been the most well-behaved little girl, now have you?”

“Please, daddy! Please let me suck your cock,” you pleaded starting to blush from being the only one in the room fully naked.

Kun bent down so that he was at your level before harshly pinching one of your breasts with his thumb and index finger.

You let out a yelp.

“What do you think, Ten? Has Y/N been good enough to deserve my cock?”

“Oh, she deserves it alright, but I don’t think it’s from being good,” Ten responded.

“I think that that she’s been acting too much like a whore this evening and deserves a big punishment.”

Kun grinned deviously at Ten’s suggestion. Standing back up, Kun slid his boxers down his built thighs.

“Open,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, not expecting it when Kun slammed his entire length down past your lips. You stifled a gag as he hit the back of your throat.

Kun’s moans filled the room as he thrust himself into your mouth.

“Oh god, Y/N,” he softly panted.

You had blown Kun several times before but tonight, with everything that had happened, Kun was fully hard and you struggled to keep your mouth opened wide enough to take him in all at once. You could feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes as he started to thrust faster. You weren’t able to react when a pair of hands grabbed yours and held them behind your back.

A pair of lips found themselves tracing your shoulders. Ten had managed to keep your hands restrained with one hand while the other explored your body. The soft caresses were more than enough to bring your attention to the building wetness that had started dripping down your folds. Once his teeth buried themselves into your nape the vibrations from your whines only worked to bring Kun closer to the edge.

“Ah, god! Fuck!"

A string of curses fell past Kun’s plump lips as thick ropes of cum poured down your throat. You struggled to swallow it all especially as Kun continued to shakily thrust down your abused throat.

Removing himself from your mouth, Kun admired the strings of saliva and cum that still connected his cock to your lips. Seeing your fucked-out face made him worry about having maybe been too rough with his little princess but the way you licked your lips and stuck out your tongue, revealing to him that you managed to swallow every bit of his seed only made him want to be even rougher. He would also be the first to admit that he loved watching his roommate restrain his girlfriend’s hands as he fucked her face. Just the thought of it made him hard again.

Kun gave you little time to rest before he hoisted you back up onto the bed.

You prepared yourself for what was coming next, but you were surprised when Kun had listed Ten up as well. Kun desperately smashed his lips onto Ten’s. Their first kiss was a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue but that didn’t stop them. Kun lifted Ten’s shirt over his head and arms revealing the soft but toned muscles underneath. He looked exactly like how you would have expected him to, fit but still feminine. He wasn’t as muscular as Kun in the least, but he didn’t have to be. His body was alluring in its own way. You had the insatiable urge to touch it, to feel his skin’s softness for your own but Kun was already engulfing his petite frame, leaving a trail of marks from him neck to where Kun was currently struggling to unfasten Ten’s belt.

You watched as Kun practically tore Ten’s jeans from his lower body. Ten smirked almost sassily as Kun reached his boxers. You were actually surprised to see Ten’s length, you expected it to be smaller than Kun’s massiveness, but to say he wasn’t gifted would be far from the truth.

Kun didn’t hesitate in touching Ten’s body in the slightest which was relieving to see, but you couldn’t focus on the progress your boyfriend had made in only one night since what was happening in front of you was way too hot to think about anything else.

Kun licked a long strip going from the base of Ten’s cock to the head before taking the tip into his mouth. Kun swirled his tongue around knowing that in the past, he always enjoyed it when you did the same to him.

Ten groaned softly, letting Kun know that he was enjoying the action. Before Kun could take Ten’s length further into his mouth, Ten brushed his hand over his cheek.

“Small steps, okay?” Ten whispered.

Kun nodded before Ten sat up against the bed frame.

They both turned to you, their shared smirks informing you that your short break had come to an end.

“Uh oh,” you gulped almost afraid of the inherent lust that filled their gazes.

Their eyes drifted over your nervous figure. Your disheveled state only added to their wanting.

Ten couldn’t help but think of this as one of the most beautiful sights he had ever laid eyes on. He could only Imagine what you would look like bouncing on Kun’s thick cock, but Kun had his own plans.

Kun grabs your waist and instructs you to turn over. With your arms keeping your body steady and your ass up, Kun positions himself at your entrance. Soft mewls escape your mouth as he rubs the head of his cock against your clit only dipping far enough past your folds to wet the tip.

You whine in frustration at his teasing actions only to earn a harsh slap on your ass.

“Aaahhh,” you hissed, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The stinging sensations that lingered only added to the aching you felt. The need to be filled was almost overwhelming, yet you knew complaining would only prolong your feelings of emptiness.

“Please, Kun,” you whimper.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

Kun paused, reveling in your needy state.

“Please Kun. I need you. I need you inside of me. I want to feel you. I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Hmmm. I don’t know,” he mused.

Desperate to feel any form of relief, your hand snaked its way to your twitching womanhood, only for Ten to pull both of your arms out from under you, your face now pressed into the pillow. Kun lands yet another slap onto your ass, this one stinging more than the first.

“Wanna try that again sweetheart?” Kun asked, almost daring you to defy him, to see what would happen if you did.

“Your breathing was uneven. The frustration was starting to take over.

“Please, Kun. Please!” you cried, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

Kun felt conflicted. One on hand, he hated to see his baby girl cry, but on the other, he had never seen you this needy for his cock before.

Without any warning, Kun slammed his entire length into your tight cunt. Your mind, which had been going crazy out of frustration, was now more fragmented and useless than you had ever thought possible.

Kun’s nails dug into the bright red marks that were covering your ass cheeks. Ten groaned at the sight of you turning into a moaning mess as Kun fucked you in front of him, your tits bouncing wildly with each thrust. It was all too much for him, he had seen some kinky shit, but just the thought of getting to have a turn with you both made everything feel so much more elated. He couldn’t help himself.

“Come on Kun, is that all you got?” Ten teased.

“I thought you were daddy Kun, not mommy Kun!”

Motivated by Ten’s playful words, Kun picked you up by your arms and moved both of your bodies so that you were lying on top of Kun while he continued to thrust into you even harder. Your moans which had not been quiet in the least had suddenly turned into a mixture of whimpers and screams.

“How does it feel, Y/N?” Ten asked, now focusing on you.

His voice was innocent but the look on his face could have gone come from a demon.

“How does it feel being fucked by daddy’s cock?”

“I-it... it feels.”

“He asked you a question, baby girl. Answer it,” Kun ordered, increasing intensity.

The sound of his skin slapping into yours should have been enough to wake any possible neighbors even with the soundproof walls, but you didn’t care. Your mind was gone at this point, but your voice was anything but. Fireworks filled the pit of your stomach and your arousal was dripping down your thighs, covering Kun’s cock with your essence. Nothing could you stop you from reaching your high except Kun stopping. You knew you needed to answer him, but you didn’t know if you were even capable of doing so. The closer you got to your release the farther gone you felt. Even if it took all of your energy, you knew what you had to do.

That was.. until Ten had positioned himself in between your and Kun’s legs. You were unaware of this sudden change in position until Ten’s tongue met your clit. An electric shock moved through you as Ten started bobbing his head so that he could lick both you and Kun simultaneously.

“IT FEELS.... SO G-”

The insane amounts of pleasure clouded your mind and you swore you could see stars. You couldn’t tell if you were screaming or silent and you didn’t care. Let the neighbors hear. Let the whole world hear how amazing you feel.

The last sensations you remembered was the uncontrollable shaking of your body and the black dots that filled your vision.

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"Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Your eyes opened to see both Kun and Ten staring down at you.

“W-what happened?”

“You passed out,” Ten answered matter of factly.

Kun, who looked significantly more worried than Ten, took you in for a hug.

“Oh thank god, you’re alright.”

“I told you she would be fine. This kind of thing happens all the time. You know, you should really be more proud and less worried,” Ten sighed, handing you a bottle of water from the bar fridge.

“Thank you,” you mouthed to Ten.

“Are you sure you’re okay baby girl? I’ll take you to the hospital, just say the word.”

“I’m fine, Kun. I’m just tired. What happened after I passed out?”

“This one freaked out,” Ten relayed, pointing at Kun.

“He was so worried, he though he broke you with his dick even though, if anything, I broke you with my tongue.”

“You didn’t finish without me?”

Ten and Kun shared a smile before turning back to me.

“Of course not,” Kun assured.

“Yeah to be honest, it would be kind of weird if we kept going with you passed out on the bed,” Ten joked.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized.

“Don’t be,” Ten laughed.

“We made a lot of progress tonight and besides, anything we didn’t do tonight we can explore next time.”

“Next time?” you and Kun asked in unison.

Ten’s smile faltered slightly.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I just assumed.”

“No!” Kun and you shouted.

“We would love for there to be a next time,” Kun mumbled, having suddenly become shy.

“That is... if you’ll have us,” you finished.

Ten put his hand to his chin as if he were seriously thinking about it.

Neither you nor Kun could help but feel anxiety awaiting his response.

“Yeah sure, why not?” Ten answered finally.

You wrapped your arms around Ten and pulled him back onto the bed with you and Kun.

“I mean it wasn’t that bad, I guess. Kun could have performed a bit better,” Ten taunted as Kun punched him in the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Nothing,” Kun smirked before wrapping his arms around the two most important people in his life.

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