#me when the muscle jerks start and i bang my head on the wall

[pigeorcas]

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[katskitoshi]

I'M BEGGING FOR THE INAZUMA VERSION OF A FAVOR WITH A FAVOR 😭

"FAVOR FOR A FAVOR," with GENSHIN IMPACT.

synopsis: he helps you with something and it's only fair you pay him back, right? (mondstadt vers.) (liyue vers.)

characters (part one): dom! ayato, (modern au!)thoma, gorou, itto x gn! sub! reader

includes: massages, perverted behaviors, handjobs, blowjobs, face fucking, masturbation mentions, stuck in a washing machine, cumming outside, cumming inside, outdoor sex, marking, facials, knots.

note: can you guys tell i'm just winging it with these characters? haha, its been a while since i've played inazuma and i’m confident to say i don't think i've characterized them too well. please forgive me if they're too out of character. ^.^

ayato, the pillar of fortitude: a happy ending.

during your stay in inazuma, ayato is insistent on allowing you to stay at the kamisato residence and partake in many cultural and ceremonial events without spending a single mora from your pocket. even though he insists that you don't need to repay him, you're awfully insistent on returning the favor tenfold.

--it started as a massage. your hands had ran along his muscly back, arms, shoulders, and eventually his legs. you massaged his calves and thighs, aiming to get more and more stress out from his tense muscles. you drank is his soft gasps and little praises like a fine wine as your eyes continuously wandered upwards to his groin, covered my only a thin cloth.

your hands had stopped massaging and began to simply slide up and down his thighs as you imagined your hands on his cock instead. what would it look like? it was certainly big, for one thing. you doubted he was hard, but you could see the slight imprint of the appendage against the loin cloth he wore. would it be veiny, like his hands?

maybe he used a toy, or humped a pillow, though you didn't strike him as the type. what did he think about when he wrapped his hands around it? was it a person, a past fling, a future fantasy? what if he was thinking about you? what positions would he put you in? would he let you ride him? would he bend you over his work desk? maybe he'd fuck you right against the walls while one of his loyal servants was just outside the door. would he let you sit in front of him as he jerked off, making you watch and not touch him or yourself?

fuck, your thighs instinctively clenched together as you reached for his clothed cock subconsciously. you're snapped out of it as a veiny hand grabs your reaching wrist. "and what do you think you're doing?" ayato asks with a warm, yet condescending tone. you look up at him in shock, but desperation in your eyes. "i- nothing, my lord. please forgive me." you bow your head, but you don't feel any remorse. you want to see it, you want to feel it in your palm. warm, throbbing, and leaking over your fingers.

"it didn't look like 'nothing' to me, darling." through his bangs, his cold eyes look at the crown of your head and he smiles. you meet his frozen gaze with a gasp of surprise as you feel your hand touch his cock over the cloth. you look up at him, your own eyes clouded with lust and desperation, and he chuckles.

"isn't this what you wanted? to feel me?" he uses his hold on yoru wrist to guide yoru hand over the phallus, nearly fully erect. just feeling it, even with a piece of cloth separating the two of you makes your thighs clench even more, and your mouth open in a breathless whimper. "i know you want to repay your favor, so how about you do it this way, hm? i could really use a massage somewhere else,"

his hand no longer holds your wrist, and you jump at the chance you're given to remove the cloth. when you see it, a glob of drool escapes your lips. you could cum just from the sight. it was slightly darker than the rest of his body, with the cutest blushing tip, and to your predictions, it was veiny. there was a prominent one along the underside that wrapped around to top at it's head. and he was leaking. a milky-clear drop of precum slipped down his shaft, and you wanted nothing more than to lap at it until you were given the real thing.

"what are you waiting for? i give you full permission to quench your desires." you don't waste a second. as much as you wish to admire the beauty of his cock, you're desperate to have it an your hands and eventually in your mouth. your right hand stays near the base while your left focuses on the head. you slowly drag your hand up and down, relishing in the feeling of it in your hand. warm and thick, but you don't waste time. you wanted him warm, throbbing, and leaking in your hand and now you have him like that.

using your fingers to glide over the tip, collecting precum and spreading it along the remainder of his cock, you begin pumping at a steady pace. you focus on the monster in your hands and ayato focuses on the devout look on your face and expressed through your body. heaving chest, clenched thighs, shortness of breath. you were a mess, and he loved it.

you spit on your palm and used it as extra lubrication to move faster. you leaned your face in closer to it and give it multiple kisses along it's length, and a one on the tip before licking a drop of precum from it's opening. fuck, it tasted good too. you continued to lick at the tip and ayato's hand found its way in your hair, urging you to take more.

you looked up at him with lidded, lustful eyes, keeping eye contact as you placed the tip of his cock in your mouth. he bucked his hips slightly, his thighs clenching and his head being thrown back as you began suckling on the tip. "good, good, fuck! you're so good," he moaned, "you can take a bit more, yeah? course you can, you're my good darling."

you take more into your mouth, drinking up his groans of satisfaction and words of praise like his precum. what you don't fit in your mouth is jerked off by your left hand, while your right hand holds his balls in your hand, slightly fondling them. your tongue drags against the underside of his lock, running along the vein and taking in the taste of him. "ha, ha, ha, oh fuck!" he throws his head back, the arm not on your head being thrown over his face. he was loud, and he didn't give a single fuck.

at the last second, you pull off his cock and jerk it really fast. his eyes roll to the back of his head as ropes of white cum paint itself on your face. some land on your face, others on your tongue, and some end up on yoru clothing. you don't mind, you scoop up the cum, where ever it lands, and place it into your mouth. you swallow audibly, opening your mouth to show ayato you swallowed every drop you got in your mouth.

he pants with a flushed expression as he looks at you. "you're so fucking slutty," he tips your face up at him, using his thump to wipe some cum off your cheek and place it in your mouth as he grips your chin, "and i fucking love it." he grabs you by your neck, pulling you to straddle his lap, his cock rubbing against your aroused groin. he kisses your neck then whispers in your ears, "fuck, i'm gonna give you your own little happy ending, alright?"

thoma, protecter from afar: washing machine heart.

for all the favors he's done for you, you feel like you owe him your life! but he's too humble for that. however, he won't pass up on an opportunity to finally relieve himself of stress when you give him permission to use you after you get stuck in a washing machine.

he feels like the world's biggest pervert. taking the chance the opportunity you offered him to fuck his coworker while you're stuck in a washing machine?! it feels like something straight out of a porno he'll find himself watching in the late ours of the night while beating his cock. yet, you feel so much better than his fist and he thinks he might just be addicted.

"ah~! you're too good! s-so wet and tight and, nghh!"

he moans, and the echo of the inside of the machine reverberates the sounds of your own as thoma's cock reaches each sensitive spot inside of you. his hands grip onto your hips as pushes himself deeper inside your walls.

"wish i could see your face so bad. bet you look so cute gettin fucked and i can't even see it."

he says through clenched teeth. evident by the way he seems to fuck you with more urgency.

"'ts not fair. s'not fair," he whines, "too good. you're too good 'nd i can't even see your face. w-we'll just have to do this another time, right baby? so we can see each other faces and i can make sure you get pampered like the perfection you are."

"okay, thoma. we can do it again. i promsie."

at your words, thoma begins to hump you even faster, you can feel water drip on your lower back. were they tears or drool from the pent of pervert behind you?

thoma dips his hand below you to play with your sex, and with a few more thrusts, you cum around his cock, an he pulls out just in time to paint you ass and lower back white. he pants, admiring the sight for a few seconds before helping you out of the machine you were stuck in.

"why didn't you cum inside?"

he kisses you before gently pulling away.

"i promise i will one day soon. when we can really feel each other and i can give you the proper foreplay and worship you deserve. wanted the first time i cum inside of you to be when i look you in your eyes. "

gorou, canine warrior: promises kept.

gorou is a busy hybrid, so he isn't left with much time to relieve himself. after taking time out of his especially busy schedule to help you with a mundane task, you feel the need to repay him. you catch him jerking off and think of the perfect way to repay the favor.

--"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck~! you're too good to me, puppy!" the canine hybrid moans as he pushes your head further down his cock. his hips are swift and unstopping as drool escapes from your lips and your hand shoots between your thighs to play with your aroused sex.

how was the little shiba inu general of watatsumi able to fuck like a full grown wolf?

the roll of his hips slowed as the hybrid watches your eyes roll back. he only lets out a short breath before gently bringing one of his hands to your forehead and wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. your eyes connect with his as he licks the sweat off his thumb with a low growl.

"you're too sweet, can't promise i won't just sink my teeth in and never let go, ah-"

he's cut off my a small whimper as your purposefully rub your tounge along the underside of his cock, looking up at his with playful eyes that make his tail swish like never before. his head rolls back as his hips begin to move again. this time, slower, but focusing on hitting deeper against the back of your throat.

"nghhhh, i love you so much. you're too good to me, way too fucking good. m'gonna stuff your little hole full as soon as m'done marking my territory all over this pretty little face of yours. not gonna stop until one of us are limp from pleasure, pup."

gorou's hips focus on both speed and precision now, clearly chasing his own high through your throat. his head is thrown back as little whimpers and moans escape his lips. he mutters small promises of marking you and making sure you're filled to brim. ones you know he has no intentions of breaking.

especially when his thrust pick up speed for a few pumps then he abruptly pulls you off his cock to have rope after rope of creamy cum to paint your face and chest. his balls clench as he pumps the last load right onto your awaiting face. your hands speed up two, and you find yourseld cumming at the same time as him.

gorou feels himself harden up again just seeing your fucked out expression. from pure arousal, from the high of your orgasm, and from the face fucking you just received. his hand cups your cheek, and he kisses you gently. its a complete opposite from the treatment he just gave you.

the kisses get deeper and deeper until your hands are tangled in his hair and his are on your waist. he licks a stripe down to your nape, his sharp teeth grazing the tender flesh before he sinks them in, you let out a moan of surprise, and he leaves a few more marks across your neck.

he pulls from your neck and hovers himself over you, suddenly flipping you so you're flat against the floor. he uses your hips to pull your lower half up and curve you into a nice arch. the hybrid's hands grasp your ass, fondling the cheeks a bit before he takes a bite, leaving a hickey.

"promised i would mark you 'nd i did, didn't i? now i just gotta fill you up till one of us passes out from exhaustion."

gorou leans over your back, to whisper in your ear as he lines up his cock with your hole.

"and i promise it won't be me."

itto, the one and oni: take me before you join me.

you had challenged one of his gang members to try to become a member of his gang. and right before the fight can actually start, you realize you're severely outmatched. luckily, the gang's leader saves you before you can get your ass handed to you. you thank him, and the only thing he wants in return for saving your ass is a piece of it.

"come on baby, you've almost got me! just a few more inches to go!" he playfully taunts, watching as you practically try to crawl away from the huge cock that penetrated your hole. you let out breathless moans as your insides tried to suck in the phallus. your body was already giving in, but a small part of your rational mind knew that he was too big to handle.

you look over your shoulder at him, face warm and flushed with tears. behind your eyes, he can see you're already losing to the pleasure you're getting from him. and yet, you still try to grip onto the stone walls of the building he fucks you against and crawl away.

"its so cute! yer body's already giving into me yet yer still insisting on this song and dance that i'm too big to take."

he punctuates his words with a thrust, getting at least another inch inside. you let out a pathetically loud moan and quickly cover your mouth in shame. more moans leave you as itto's hand slaps your ass and pulls you further back to meet his pelvis. "sh-shit! you're so damn tight and soooo loud. not that i mind, but are you trying to let the whole damn city know you're getting plowed by the arataki itto?"

finally, the oni has your ass firm against his pelvis. nearly every single inch of his cock inside of your warm walls, and they clench deliciously around him. you can tell by the satisfied growl then repeated smacking of you ass. ugh, it would be so sore tomorrow. but you can't even think about it before itto starts a harsh pace.

rythmatic moans escape you. instead of attempting to crawl away from his cock, you grip the stone to stabilize yourself. you even began pushing back against him, attempting to meet him halfway, but he was too fast for you to match his quick thrusts.

"ah, shit! ittoooo~!" you pants, tears falling down yoru cheek in pure pleasure. when his hand wraps around your waist to not only support you from below, but to play with yoru sex, you cum on the spot, wailing his name like its the only word you know.

the oni only laughs, his pace unrelenting as he works you through your high while chasing his own. by the way he suddenly gets faster with the rolls of his hips, you can say that he's getting closer and closer.

"you knew you were outmatched by that small fry in a fight yet you still decided to fuck the big guy, huh?"

he movies his hand from your sex and grips your neck, turning your head to face him. as you look at him over your shoulder, you can see the evil smirk on his face.

"but theres something you still havent accounted for, baby."

and suddenly, you feel it. you feel him. your mouth opens in a breathless gasp as yoru eyes roll to the back of your head. his knot, at least the size of your fist, gets thrusted in the entrance of your hole, and you cum a second time in sync with the oni.

ropes of warm white liquid fill your walls and you drool in satisfaction. even with the knot plugging your entrance, steaks of cum still drip from yoru hole around it. you can barely see it, but itto breifly pouts at the sight of his load being wasted.

you pant out his name, but theres no answer. that is until you hiss at the feeling of your ass being slapped again.

"can't believe you thought you could be one of us when yer so weak.." he whispered.

"you're not joining my gang till you take my cock and knot without spilling even a drop of my cum. and since the great arataki ittos so nice, i'll give you a second chance right now."

(mondstadt vers.) (liyue vers.)

[pastelraccoons]

Sulemio Week 24 has begun! Here is my first contribution for the prompt: Horror.

(If you would rather read this on AO3, you can do so here!)

An eerie silence pressed down on Miorine. No sound could be heard except for her heavy breaths and the slight groans coming from her injured father atop the floating stretcher. Her fingers ached from how hard she gripped the handles of it. Her eyes soon flicked down to look over her father.

Sweat clung to his forehead. His eyes were clenched shut in pain. The muscles in his jaw twitched from how hard he grit his teeth together. Miorine could see red staining the blanket she hastily draped over him.

“I'll save you.” Miorine said in a low voice. “Just so I can curse you in your hospital bed!”

“Found you, Delling Rembran!”

An unknown voice made her straighten her posture and put her on high alert. Miorine soon found herself staring straight down a gun's barrel. She couldn't see the face of the man holding the weapon past the dark tinted visor of his helmet.

Miorine swallowed, and a bead of cold sweat rolled down the back of her neck. She pushed against the stretcher and used her body to shield her only family as the mysterious man continued to approach. He was saying something, but she couldn't even hear her heart beating anymore. She clenched her eyes shut, ready for the bang.

The silence broke with a deafening crash. Aerial burst through the wall in a cloud of dust and debris. The man gasped and aimed his weapon towards Aerial instead. Time slowed to a crawl.

“Oh no you don't!” Suletta's voice pulled Miorine back to reality. Without warning, Aerial’s hand slammed down.

Crimson erupted from beneath its palm and between its fingers. A warm splat hit Miorine’s cheek when a dismembered arm drifted past her head to thump against the wall. Her hands trembled and gripped the stretcher tighter.

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the glowing eyes of Aerial.

It was just a cold, heartless machine of destruction. Just like her father said.

Its eyes suddenly glowed a bright red. It lifted its hand up with a metallic creak. Viscera stretched between its fingers and the floor before breaking away. Blood and bone floated aimlessly through the air thanks to the low gravity. The scent of copper filled Miorine's senses.

Her eyes widened in terror. She stared up at the sticky hand casting a shadow over her. Aerial reached out, its palm hovering over Miorine and her father. Adrenaline flooded her veins, but fear kept her bolted to the spot. Aerial's hand started to quickly slam down towards her and-

“No!”

Miorine jerked upright with a gasp. Her chest heaved with frantic pants. A cold sweat covered her face and neck that caused her hair to uncomfortably stick to her skin. It took her a moment to calm down enough to realize it was a dream. Her hands shook when she gripped the sheets over her legs.

“Miorine?” Suletta's soft, worried voice broke through her panic. Miorine turned to her right to see Suletta shuffling upright to prop herself up against the headboard. Concern shone clearly in her eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“I… I'm fine, dear.” Miorine breathed a sigh of relief. “It was just a nightmare.”

“What about? You can tell me, if you think it'll help.”

“Well…” Miorine picked at a loose thread on the sheets. “It was when you saved me at Plant Quetta. Aerial was… Was about to kill me.”

Suletta hummed in thought before she reached over and draped an arm around Miorine's shoulders. Without another word, she pulled Miorine against her.

Miorine welcomed the comforting embrace. She eagerly tucked herself against Suletta's side and rested her head on her chest. Suletta ran her fingers through Miorine's hair.

“I'd never mean to hurt you,” Suletta whispered. She pressed a light kiss against the top of Miorine's head. “And I'd never let anyone else hurt you. Ever.”

Miorine's frantic heartbeat began to settle. She curled up closer against Suletta's side, drinking in her warmth. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, then opened them again.

When she did, the little light in their bedroom caught on her wedding ring. Miorine turned her hand around to admire it then smiled to herself. She slowly adjusted herself until she was able to look up at Suletta.

Suletta tilted her head slightly with curiosity. Miorine caressed Suletta's cheek in her hand. She drank in the warmth against her palm. Her thumb traced along one of the scars stretched across Suletta’s skin before she hummed herself. Without another word, she leaned up to press a light kiss against Suletta's lips.

“I love you,” she muttered into the small space between them. “And I know you'd never hurt me.”

“I love you too.” Suletta smiled and returned the loving gesture.

A comfortable silence settled between them when Miorine relaxed into Suletta’s hold. She laid her head on Suletta's chest and instead focused on her heartbeat. Her fear had melted away without her even noticing.

She closed her eyes and let herself drift back to sleep, now only dreaming of the pleasant days ahead of them.

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“That’s it, little girl. Keep going.” Jinkuro’s voice was low and raspy, eyes hardly visible behind his wild bangs, but they were dark with lust. with both arms splayed wide over the back of the couch, you could hear the material whine when he digs his fingers in, “Moan for me, baby. Let me hear how good it feels to play with your little cunt.”

your cheeks were hot with embarrassment, but you allow a flustered whimper to slip through your lips. both of your hands were busy. one trying to wrap itself around his girth as you pump him up and down, and the other between your own thighs, petting your clit. you were trying to keep them both at the same pace, but you found your smaller, delicate digits trying to press and rub at your button as rough and fast as he does. it was no use— you could never match his skill, but you rocked and rode your own palm, regardless, your silky legs kicked sideways over his, you shrink into the massive sofa, cuddling closer to his chest.

when he hears your soft, little noise, his cock throbs in your hand and he grunts, gripping the cushions tighter as he juts his chin towards the ceiling, lips hanging slack. “That pretty, little whine of yours… fuck, it makes me want to pin you down and pound you out again.” the back of his head smears against the cushion before he picks it up, jamming his chin into his heaving chest, staring down at your smaller frame, “Are you pushing your little fingers in and out, baby? Trying to make it feel like I’m in there?”

you bite your lip, allowing your fingers to prod your netherlips and work their way inside, curling in hopes to reach depths that only he could, and you nod, staring up into his face. “Y—yes, Lord Jinkuro!”

the swollen, pink tip of his cock twitched, and dribbled beads of precum. you glance down as it glazes your fingers— you’d only tasted it a couple of times, when he’d jerk off for you, and he always let you lick his fingers clean, but your tummy knotted up when you saw him twitching in your hand, the slickness of the muscle. you wanted to sip it from the source; try and wrap your lips around the thickness of his dick, and drool all over him. and you were embarrassed that your walls clenched around your slender fingers when you thought of gagging on it.

“Look at me,” and when you start to look up, the tip of his nose grazes over yours, lips ghosting over your mouth as he moans— he’s leaned closer, much closer, to your face and you bite back a sheepish gasp, before he smirks, lazily, “I can see that naughty, twinkle in your eyes, little girl. What were you thinking about, hm? What sort of dirty thoughts ran through that pretty head when you stared at my cock just now?”

your blush is maddening, you swear it’s hot enough to melt your brain, and your fingers tremble around him, “I—“

he croons, pecking your lips, encouraging you to keep going. “Hmm? You got all sorts of filthy ideas when you saw how I throb for you,” running his fingertips across your jawline, he tilts your head further back to suck on your mouth, not quite kissing you, and you whine, thrusting your fingers in harder and faster. your wrist was cramping, but he was truly driving you crazy. “What do you want to do to me, pretty girl? Use your words for me.”

why were you still so shy?

you knew what you wanted, but the moment he stared down at you, grinning and expectant, you lost your train of thought.

he was so intimidating.

“I— I think I want to suck it…” your voice trails into a sheepish whisper, but your fingers still thrust themselves into you, scissoring to try and stretch you the way that he does.

Jinkuro purrs at that, his lips curling back over his teeth in a wide simper, and he cocks his head to the side, “Is that so? My little hanabira wants to learn how to suck her master’s cock?”

hanabira.

petal.

you smile, timidly, at the new nickname and nod, your fist careening upwards until you can squeeze right below his tip, and his hips jut forward in approval. “Uh— uhhuh…?” it was half a heavy breath that he huffs against your mouth, his eyes closed as he savors your clumsy teasing.

you nod again, trying to swallow his vulgar moan.

“Sit up, then, hanabira, get on your knees for me.”

scrambling, you pull your knees underneath you and boost yourself up. Jinkuro is right there, rubbing his thumb over your lips whilst his other hand rests against the nape of your neck. you scoot closer to him, kissing his thumb, before your lips part and you swirl your tongue around it. “Open that cute mouth as wide as you can,” he coos, guiding your head downwards. you shift, bending over, mouth open and tongue hanging out. your eyes widen when the tip nestled inside. it’s a much snugger fit than you’d expected, and you whimper around the warm obstruction. Jinkuro adds, his voice heavy and filled with lust, “you’re going to have to work hard to take it for me, little girl.”

heavens, you wanted to.

Jinkuro’s taste was so addicting. so raw. so completely his own.

your knees dig into the couch as you slide lower, spreading your legs to find a more comfortable position, but the weight of his hand on the back of your head urged you down, guiding another couple of inches into your mouth. your eyes cross as you try to stare down your nose at the impossible amount of cock he’s feeding you. when the bulbous tip bulges against your cheek, your mouth is as full as you think you can get it, you mewl, your sticky fingers pressing against his thighs.

“Good girl, taking so much for your first time…” he moans, leaning back. one arm thrown back over the back of the sofa, but the other buries itself in your hair. when you try to peek up at him, big eyes squinting slightly, his teeth sink into his lower lip and he starts to guide your head up and down, dribbling it against his palm at a pace similar to the one at which he fucks you.

more than a little overwhelmed, you whine and whimper and gurgle as he plugs your mouth over and over, pinning your tongue to the floor of it, your lips stretched wide around the girth of him, drool leaking out of both corners.

“Tight all over,” he chortles, but it’s strained, his fingers massaging your scalp as he holds on to your roots, “now that pout of yours knows how your pussy feels having to stretch for me, doesn’t it?”

you slobber out a sloppy mmmfhmm, batting your eyelashes when his tip prods at your gag reflex, blinking away any potential tears. you didn’t want him to think you weren’t enjoying yourself, because it was quite the opposite.

listening to him moan, watching his large chest rise and fall as his breathing turns ragged, seeing his face turn red and contort in pleasure, you felt a boost to your minimal confidence. you were satisfying him. you.

your hips rock, and you realize you were humping the air, trying to get yourself off while you suck him. your cunt was utterly neglected, and she wept in protest.

“Mmm… you love sucking cock, hana? Does it make you tingly and wet?” he groans, looking over to watch your ass bob up and down, and he licks his lips, “Keep going like I showed you, suck me just like that…” his hand glides down from your head and between your shoulder blades, before dancing down your spine and he grabs a fistful of your ass. you cluck happily, arching your back, and he takes the hint, sliding his middle finger into your clenching slick. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, little girl? Want me to finger that greedy cunt while you gag on my cock?”

your walls flutter in delight as he sets a quick pace, until you’re bouncing back against his palm.

you’d forgotten the exact rhythm he’d set for you, and you slide down further, his tip starting to worm its way into your throat, and you choke, immediately recoiling to keep from retching, digging your nails into his thighs, but you don’t dare stop, because he gasped, his free hand fleeing to grab your head. “Eaassyy, little girl,” Jinkuro moans, guiding you back into the rhythm he knew you could handle, “get too ahead of yourself and I’ll just have to pop that barrier and fuck your throat the way I really want to. Fuck, you’re not quite ready for that yet.”

but his forefinger joined the middle one inside you, pumping deep, curling, scraping nerves, and you knew he was coaxing you to cum because he was close, too. and, to Jinkuro, there was nothing more beautiful— nothing more satisfying than his little flower cumming at the same time as him. “Oh, baby girl, your mouth feels too good,” Jinkuro sucks in a breath, staring down his sweat-sheened torso at you, his head lolling to one side, his smile parted, “are you trying so hard to make me cum? You want to swallow it that bad?”

your eyelids fluttered, but you nod, mouth full of cock, slurping as you try and say, “Yes, sir.” but it comes out a gargling mess. he had found your sweet spot and assaulted it with his fingers relentlessly, until the hand resting on your head pushes down with more force.

“Good girl, take every inch that you can, I’m going to cum for you.”

your lips form a weak seal, nearly kissing an inch or so from his base, but you can take no more. you stare down, through bleary and crossed eyes, watching the remainder of cock sticking out from your full mouth pulsate as he releases. at first, a spurt of seed splatters against the back of your throat and catches you off guard, you choked on it, a tear slipping free from your duct, but once his essence filled your mouth, you started to taste it, and your eyes rolled back as you came, too.

you were shaking by the time Jinkuro spurred you to come up for air, a necessity that you’d forgotten about until right now, and diamonds of his release dribble out of your mouth as you, reluctantly, allow his softening cock to slip from your lips. you savor the taste as you swallow what you could, and the rest oozes out when you finally can’t hold your breath any longer, and you collapse against his chest, panting and sputtering.

“Eager, little girl,” Jinkuro laughs, running his sticky fingertips over your cheeks until you look up at him, bashful and messy, “did you have fun sucking my cock?”

“Yes, Lord Jinkuro.” you croon, your lashes fanning your fiery cheeks, before you look down at his chest. you’d managed to leave a trail of spit and cum over it, and your blush deepens, whispering, “I—I’m sorry I made a mess…”

to that, a booming laugh bubbles from the depths of Jinkuro’s throat, and he pulls you tighter against his body, kissing all over your sticky cheek, “Mm, you can make it up to me by giving me a long, long, very thorough bath.”

[fwtomura]

Parasocial Relationship.

(GHOST X SOAP ^_^)

cw: transghost, modern au, camboy soap, sex toys, possible spelling mistakes, parasocial relationships.

Soap, big, muscled hairy soap. being a camboy. Loves yo try out different toys and things, loves to get himself off for his horny watchers, talking about fucking them so good they cry. Just chatters on about how he’d have three on this knees, their back, their face in the pillow, working them over and fucking them so well they won’t walk for days.

his viewers love it.

From the deep, growly voice he has when he starts getting close, to the way his cock jerks when he cums. From his face when he peaks, to the way he touches himself.

It’s positively mouthwatering.

Ghost is one of those viewers. He stumbled on Soap by accident, just trying to find something to jerk off to. He initially hadn’t wanted to pay for anything, but the way soap had looked in the thumbnail had him immediately dropping the subscription fee. And he hadn’t regretted it, not even once.

Even now, with a dildo nearly as big as Soap’s cock shoved in his cunt, pretending it’s Soap as he fucks the flashlight some viewer or another gifted to him. Ghost wonders if Soap knows he’s the only way Ghost can get off anymore.

Ghost is extremely aware of the fact this is not healthy for him. He’s this close to forming a parasocial relationship with a man whose name is only a title to him, and he’s gotten so reliant on him for something he really shouldn’t have. But there’s no going back, not now at least.

Not when he’s already dropped so much money on this man.

ghost watches soap intently as the man teases himself with the fleshlight, slowly stroking up and down; he matches the pace, pulling the silicone cock in and out as he watches soap's cock appear and disappear.

"ugh, bet ye wish this was ye, eh?" soap breathes, throwing his head back as he twists the toy on the upstroke. "wish it was me fuckin' ye like this, nice and slow. all teasin' like, and i'd have ye beggin' fer me before i'd let ye cum."

ghost whimpers, nodding even though he knows soap can't see him.

"an' i would, yeah? get ye so worked up ye'd be seconds away, then stop. edge ye til yer sobbin' and cryin' fer my cock, wantin' me ta split ye in two, rail ye til yer a babblin' mess. but i wouldn't. not yet. i'd go just like that for as long as i wanted, keep ye right where i want ye."

"please," ghost begs uselessly.

"then, when yer not expectin' it," soap continues, groaning as he uses his other hand to play with his balls, "i'd ram into ye so hard the headboard would bang on the wall."

"please!" ghost reiterates, helpless.

soap is quiet for a moment, nothing but the slick wet sounds of their toys around and in them.

then, just like soap said, he puts both hands on the toy and slams it down, fucking into like whoever he's imagining it to be is desperate for the feeling of soap's cock in their throat. ghost starts thrusting his own toy in at the same rate, approximately the same roughness. it's wildly stimulating after so long of just light teasing that ghost is almost instantly on the edge.

but soap hasn't given him permission to cum yet.

soap fucks the toy brutally, ghost lets his toy fuck him just the same. he sees soap's composure slip, undoubtedly close from the edging he'd put himself through. ghost wants nothing more than for them to come together.

(well. maybe one thing, but that's neither here nor there.)

"ye ready, sweet things? gonna let me come inside ye? fill ye up the way ye need it?" soap gasps abruptly, stilling, and ghost sees the open other end of the toy leak white, and he's so close, he needs to cum-

"keep goin' baby. give daddy a show."

ghost continues, even though his legs are going numb, even though he knows soap can't see him, even though he wishes desperately that soap had actually come inside him. he's so wet that he's made a mess of the sheets.

"ye ready?" soap whispers, much closer to the mic than before. the rumble of his voice rolls through ghost's headphones, sounding like soap is right there instead of where he actually lives. "Cum f'me."

it's explosive. it always is when it's soap.

the bed is a sopping disaster when ghost finally comes down. soap is bidding farewell, signing off from the stream, and ghost can't help the feeling of depressed frustration. he missed some of it, so lost to his orgasm. he always does.

just like ghost usually does, he reaches for his laptop, drawing it closer so that he can send off a donation for soap.

soap pauses for a moment on the screen, then smiles softly. ghost's stomach flutters. "aye, 'ello ghostie. thank ye. yer a doll, just like always."

the light feeling in his gut increases.

ghost doesn't know if soap does it on purpose or if he just doesn't realize, but ghost is the only one he calls doll. no one else gets the privilege, and it makes ghost feel special. more than he has any right to feel over a stranger.

Ghost: <+1000 coins>

Ghost: [you're gorgeous as always, soap.]

soap grins a bit. "flatterer." then he sighs, adjusting so that he's closer to the camera. "i'll see ye all next time. ye too, ghostie."

when soap signs off and ghost is left sitting in his own cooling mess, he ponders just how fucked he is. by his own calculations, the answer is very.

an: I hate them.

[minminyoonjii]

Stray Loven Haven Day 1 : [Bang Chan/Han Jisung]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

🌹CW:

Boypussy|Masturbation|Breath Play|Genital Swap|Praise Kink|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.1K

Jisung whined, grinding his clit on his palm "Fuck," he gasped. Breathless moans spilt, fogging his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. Jisung sighed, spreading his sopping folds. Drool coated his lips, glossing over them. "So good," he moaned, dipping his index finger into his dripping hole. Jisung whimpered, curling his finger against his walls. Pleasure coated his mind and he was just getting started. Jisung groaned, slipping another finger, and scissoring his leaking hole.

"My god," he giggled, thighs quivering as he pressed the pads of his fingers around his g-spot. Jisung's blouse riled up, showing his skinny waist as his fingers thrust into his hole. Sinful squelching sounds filled the room. Jisung rolled his hips, rubbing his clit with his fingers buried deep "I'm go-gonna cum," he stuttered, shutting his eyes shut. His hand flexed, pressing his fingers against his cervix. Jisung whimpered, crying out as he cum. Creamy cum coated his fingers.

Jisung continued to rub his clit, drawing another orgasm from his ruined pussy. He sniffled, tearing up from the overstimulation. Jisung choked up a sob, tears dripping down his flustered cheek. "A-ah," he keened, squirting all over his sheets. His body twitched and trembled from the sheer force of his orgasm. Jisung sighed, burying his face into his pillow. He giggled, drunk off his high, hissing when he removed his fingers from his gushing pussy.

Jisung held his pillow, catching his breath. There was a sudden knock on the door "Sungie?" Felix called out, peeking his head inside. Jisung whined, gesturing Felix over. Felix laughed, wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist "Why didn't you invite me, I could've eaten you out," he whined, burying his face into Jisung's neck. Jisung rolled his eyes, turning around to nuzzle against Felix's chest "Just wanted a little me time," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

Felix ran his fingers through Jisung's hair "Sungie, what would you do if you suddenly had a cock?" he whispered, wrapping his leg around Jisung's hip. Jisung snorted "Call Channie hyung for help of course," he said, looking up at Felix. Felix laughed, "That's true but what about after that?" he pried, staring down at Jisung. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows "Well if I think about it. Probably attempt to jerk off," he muttered, tracing Felix's abs.

Felix nodded "Fair enough," he said, kissing Jisung's forehead. Jisung scoffed, smiling at Felix "What? It's not like it's to happen right?" he said questioningly. Felix shrugged, smirking "Perhaps," he said, vaguely. Jisung sighed at his twin's reaction "Whatever, just shut up and cuddle me," he grumbled. Felix laughed, nodding "Okay, sweet dreams," he whispered, holding Jisung close.

Jisung woke up, tucked under his weighted blanket "Felix?" he called out, sitting up. He called out once more but there wasn't a single sound. Jisung shifted under his blanket, flinching when he felt something between his thighs "What the fuck was that?" he whispered, pulling off the blanket. His eyes widen, staring at the flaccid muscle laying between his thighs. "Is this a dream, it must be," he whispered, running his fingers through his hair.

Jisung panicked, looking for his phone frantically. His hand shook, dialling a number into the keypad "Channie hyung," he whimpered, tears dripping down his cheeks. Chan panicked over the phone, hearing Jisung's vulnerable voice "What's wrong pup, are you hurt?" he asked, expecting the worst. Jisung sniffled, "Hyung please come to my room," he whispered, wrapping his blanket over himself once more.

Chan knocked on Jisung's door "Can I come in pup?" he asked, waiting for Jisung's response. Jisung exhaled shakily "Yes hyung," he said, watching as Chan pushed his door open. Chan cooed, pulling Jisung onto his lap after closing the door behind him "Why are you crying puppy?" he asked, wiping Jisung's tears away. Jisung whined, looking up at Chan with terrified eyes. Chan ran his fingers through Jisung's hair "I can't help you if you don't tell me pup," he said, holding Jisung's chin.

Jisung pouted, "I have a dick," he whispered, avoiding Chan's gaze. "Look at me and repeat that pup," Chan said, staring into Jisung's eyes. Jisung bit his tongue, sighing "I have a dick," he repeated, louder this time. Chan tilted his head "Was Pixie with you earlier?" he asked, trying to connect the dots. Jisung nodded, "Yea, why?" he asked, staring up at Chan. Chan sighed "Because he just sent me this," he said, showing Jisung a text.

"Have fun xoxo," Jisung mumbled. "What were you two talking about?" Chan asked, rubbing Jisung's back. Jisung's face flushed "Lixie asked what would I do if I suddenly had a cock," he whispered, hoping that Chan didn't catch what he said. Chan did, "Oh and what would you do?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist. Jisung gulped, feeling Chan's biceps wrap around him "I said that I would go to you first then probably jerk off," he said, feeling his cheeks burn from embarrassment.

Chan smirked, "You're so cute, pup," he said, kissing Jisung's cheek. Jisung whimpered, jolting against Chan's chest "Hyung it twitched," he whispered, rubbing his thighs together. Chan chuckled, pulling the blanket off Jisung's bare body "Let hyung help, pup. Only if you want to, of course," he said, tracing Jisung's collarbones. Jisung shuddered, spreading his legs, and pressing his back into Chan's chest.

Chan ran his fingers up Jisung's supple thighs. He cooed, "Your cock looks cute, puppy," he praised, holding Jisung's cock in his hand. Chan easily wrapped his whole palm around Jisung's length. Jisung flinched, thighs clenching from the sudden sensation "Hyung," he whimpered, burying his face into the crook of Chan's neck. Chan tapped his free hand against Jisung's throat "May I?" he whispered, choking Jisung with care.

Jisung nodded, pressing Chan's hand close to his throat "Pl-please," he begged, panting with each breath. Chan nipped down Jisung's neck, pressing his thumb into Jisung's slit while his other hand stayed firm on Jisung's neck. Jisung quivered, eyes rolling back as drool pooled steadily in his mouth. Chan spread the precum dripping down Jisung's length, using it as lube, jerking him off constantly.

Jisung's cock swells up perfectly in Chan's grip "So pretty, pup. Cum when you need to," he whispered, twisting his hand, and wrapping his fist around Jisung's red throbbing gland. Jisung cried, hips bucking into Chan's fist "There you go, puppy. Doing so good for hyung," Chan whispered sweet praises into Jisung's ear. Jisung whined and whimpered, thrusting his hips "Clo-close," he keened, getting sloppily. Chan hummed, stroking Jisung's cock with his thrusts "Cum for hyung, pup," he said.

Jisung screamed, arching his back into Chan's torso. Cum squirted out his slit, coating his chest and hips white. Jisung licked his lips, feeling some hit his mouth. He grimaced, keeping the cum in his mouth. Chan chuckled, kissing Jisung deeply. Jisung moaned into the kiss, feeling Chan's tongue remove the cum he licked. Chan pulled away, smirking "Sweet," he teased, laughing at Jisung's disgusted expression.

Chan lifted Jisung princess style "We can settle this problem after a shower, " he said, kissing Jisung's forehead. Jisung yawned, tucking his face on Chan's shoulder "Okay," he whispered.

[neopuppy]

It’s Yours (M)

Preview: “One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearms.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up, and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

Pairing: snake hybrid Jeno x female rabbit hybrid reader

Word Count: 6k+

Genre: predator/prey AU, “it’s too big” x2, Jeno can’t get laid, some crack, pwp, M/F, idiots to…?, one shot

Smut Warning: two dicks: one snake hybrid, a lengthy split tongue, oral(F receiving), use of snake venom, double penetration, bulging, breeding

When Jeno says he’ll swoop by later to pick you up the last thing you expect is to end up huddled together in a corner the majority of the night.

“You don’t have to stay by my side the whole time you know?” Jeno mutters, disrupting the calm silence you’ve fallen into. Bopping near him to the sounds of top 40 beats thrumming through the walls.

“I know! But we should try to have fun.” You jerk one his arms playfully hoping to receive his charming well recognized eye-smile.

Jeno lets out a drawn out dramatic sigh instead. Cracking his neck side to side to further display exhaustion. “It’s been such a long week.”

“You never told me how your date with that deer girl went last weekend!” Continuing to badger him, you hop on the balls of your feet enthusiastically. Slapping Jeno’s bulging bicep to wake him from his lazy state.

“God, don’t ask.” Jeno grunts, sipping at beer that's gone flat in his cup. “She’s been ignoring my texts for 4 days now. I give up.”

“What??” You squeak, frowning confused. “But she asked you out, I thought!”

“That she did..” Jeno rolls his eyes. Upper lip curling up in a snarl as he focuses on a noisy crowd that’s formed across the room. “Bet that douchebag tiger has never had a bad date in his life.”

Johnny’s surrounded by a group of the hottest prey hybrids on campus. Never one to have any trouble landing the eye of those that should fear him. Despite his sharp smile and intimidating feline features, prey stuck to him like white on rice.

“He’s so popular.” Jeno mumbles. Nursing the red solo cup in his grip for an hour now. Backwashing the stale beer more than actually drinking it.

“What do you mean?” You ask. Unable to stop yourself from pulling a face as you sneak the cup out of his hold. “Stop doing that. It’s gross.”

“Look at him.” Jeno lifts a hand in Johnny’s general direction. The tiger hybrid stands with his arms behind his head. One prey dangling from each of his biceps ‘oooo’ and ‘ahhh’ing. As if this isn’t his go-to trick to perform at every weekend kick back. “He’s like, the most popular predator hybrid in this whole state or something.

Jeno grunts, shaking his head until his flat bangs mingle with his eyelashes. “I can’t even get a date. Meanwhile he’s fully booked into the next century.”

“That’s not true Jeno. Don’t be so dramatic.” You disagree. Leaning past him to reach for the cooler on the floor. Picking up water bottles for the both of you. “You’re a different type of popular. Johnny’s a jock.. of course all the bimbos want him.”

Jeno thanks you for the water, furrowing his brows in thought. “Didn’t you date Johnny Freshman year?”

“Well, yeah! But I am a bimbo!” You exclaim. Ears flopping as you speak up ecstatically. “What Delta Gamma Pi prey hasn’t dated Johnny at this point? He cuts through rushies faster than hazing.”

“What is it you like about him?” Jeno ponders. Glancing over where the tiger hybrid now appears shirtless. Allowing a deer hybrid to trace the lines of abdominal muscles decorating his stomach. “Can’t be his personality. If he even has one.”

“Hey! He’s a sweet and charming himbo. The himbo to my bimbo really.” You sigh. Grimacing as Johnny breaks into body competition poses. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“What about me, am I not a sweet guy?” Jeno asks. Hooking your attention back to him with the question. Two innocent Freshmen prey hybrids pass by, cowering as they nearly bump into him. Apologizing profusely after moving along with speed. “Prey always fears me..”

Jeno isn’t wrong necessarily. Despite the rounded glasses that tend to sit crooked on his face, warm inviting smile, and eyes that could melt frosting on a cake; there was no denying his intimidating outer appearance.

Scales sneaking out past the collar of his shirt fading out just before reaching the hair at his nape. Tongue split down the middle that would poke from between his lips as he’d deeply concentrate.

At times so deep in his thoughts he’d blink suddenly, the whites of his eyes filled with yellow. Irises thinned into slits giving him the full predator appearance. Only realizing when prey would gasp and run away in fear.

There was one more thing snake hybrids had a reputation of. One you yourself could not confirm having never been with a snake hybrid.

“It depends on the prey.” You acknowledge. “They aren’t all going to be like me. Heck even the first time we met I thought you’d have my head for making you late to class.”

Jeno pouts, crushing up the now empty water bottle in his hands. “Am I that scary?”

“No! Not at all!” You’re quick to reassure. Bumping his arm with your shoulder playfully. “You go on so many dates! You’re really well known around campus too. Everyone speaks very highly of your intelligence and hard work ethic.”

“Well known because I’m the guy who always has whatever notes someone missed in lecture more like..” Jeno drags on. “My dates never end well though.”

“Why is that?” You ask. It’s not as if Jeno is difficult to get along with in any way. He carries conversation swimmingly, has an easy going sense of humor, and he’s right. If anyone will be able to cover you missing lecture, it’s him.

“Prey are always eager to..” Jeno drifts. Shifting on his heels nervously. Side-eyeing you cautiously. “Some…some prey, are really excitable.”

Jeno cringes a bit, muttering a ‘sorry’ under his breath to not offend you. It’s not as if rabbit breeds weren’t known to be the easiest of prey to catch. Your kind wasn’t one to hold out when it came to sexual urges.

“Yes yes.” You wave off his apology. “Rabbits and Bunnies are easy and horny. Big shocker there. The phrase ‘fuck like bunnies’ stemmed from somewhere right?”

Jeno visibly swallows his spit with a nod. Tugging the rim on his collar. “Not enough I guess. I can't even get a bunny hybrid to keep interest in me after we start…you know.”

“After you start fucking??” You squak. Jeno bursting into a cute blush, pleading you to shush and keep your voice down.

“It never goes that far..” he pouts again with a sigh. “Some kissing, touching. Then when they start to take off my clothes..”

“Oh come on Jeno, how bad can it be?” You giggle. Leaning closer to him on your toes to swat his cheek with one of your ears. “Trust me, Johnny was no easy obstacle. You’re talking like you have a monster down there.”

“Two.” Jeno says flatly. Avoiding your eyes.

“Two what?” You laugh, slowly calming when his expression does not change.

“I have two monsters down there.” Jeno shrugs. “Whatever Johnny has clearly hasn’t traumatized any prey by just looking at it.”

“Two like..” you mutter. Throat drying up and blinking rapidly to control yourself from scanning lower.

“Two dicks.” Jeno stares at you with a serious look. “Male snake hybrids have two dicks.”

Looking over your surprised reaction with your jaw hung open, Jeno cocks a brow. “What? Don’t believe me? Want to see for yourself?”

“I..” Gulping, you clutch tightly at the water bottle that’s gone warm in your hands.

So it is true, the reputation snake hybrids have precedes them afterall.

You’d seen Jeno shirtless plenty of times after working out together. Scales covered the backsides of his arms, painting from his nape down to the Venus dimples on his defined lower back. Hints of some just past the jut of his hip indentations peaked whenever he’d pull into a deep stretch. What if they reached even lower..

“Is that a yes or a no?” Jeno asks again. Losing your line of sight as the portrait draws out in your thoughts. “Have you ever seen a snake hybrids...”

He trails off, blush rising to the swell beneath his eyes. Lapping his upper lip until it gleams like a glossy coated pout. “Am I too out of line?”

“No no!” Snapping out of it, you slurp the drool that’s reached the corners of your lips. Laughing awkwardly to ease Jeno’s evident embarrassment. “I just…I heard rumors..”

“But you didn’t think it was true, right?” Jeno sounds like he’s heard this spiel more than a few times. “I guess I can see why, the snake hybrid adult video industry is pretty meek considering..”

“I’ve never even considered looking some up honestly.” You admit, chewing on your lower lip. Curiously wavering a look lower. Jeno had on loose fitted black jeans tonight. He never did seem to wear anything too form fitting. “Are you fucking with me?”

Jeno splutters, nearly spilling the new water bottle he’s opened up. Motioning a visual defense with his hands. “Why would I lie about this?”

“Fine.” Clearing your throat confidently, you stand up straight nodding upstairs. Squinting and arching a brow at him. “Let’s find an empty room.”

“Wh-what? Like….l-like really??” Jeno’s eyes bulge wide, stuttering and following after you.

“Oh, now you’re shy huh?? What happened to Mister I have two gigantic dicks!” You advertise too loudly. Further enhancing the pink that transforms to a deep red on the apples of Jeno’s cheeks.

“Ugh, not the rabbit and snake pairing again. Those breeds always fit their stereotypes I swear.” A panda hybrid rolls her eyes snickering as she moves off the wall. Sneering in Jeno’s direction with disgust written over her features.

“And Pandas really fit theirs! LAZY!” You shout after her, balling up your fist ready to hop across the floor and attack. Jeno whines, pulling your back to his chest.

“Can we just get this over with?” Jeno pleads. Failing to calm you with soft palms stroking up and down your arms.

“Ugh, why does everyone think we fuck?!” Kicking open the closests door, you charge inside, throwing yourself down on some stranger's bed. “Can’t predator and prey just be friends??”

“It’s not…very common. I mean, I can’t think of any.” Jeno sits by your side. Feebly picking at his pants feeling nervous as what he just did settles in. Wondering why he even suggested this idea. He couldn’t really blame the beer afterall. You just always had to sound so confident, a little know it all rabbit.

“Well! Get to it!” You groan, reaching for his sleeve to pull on. “Let’s see those big giant scary snake cocks!”

“What’s wrong with you??” Jeno squeals, covering his groin in case you aim there next.

“Ha! I knew it, you’re bluffing! You’re so full of it!” You smirk cockily. Shoving his arm rough enough to have Jeno tipping to the side. Rolling his eyes, he stands up gathering the waistband on his jeans.

“Oh, I’m bluffing?!” Shoving down his jeans and underwear in one-go, Jeno stands up straight. Long shirt hanging over his crotch. He grunts, pulling the material up just beneath his chest. Flexed abdominal muscles in full view leading down to..

“H-holy shit…you have t-two…..you…y-you…” starting to blabber, you cover up your mouth to silently take in the display before you. Jeno wasn’t lying, two dicks, two long thick dicks. Maybe only an inch or so different in size. The smaller of the two less smooth, ridges of scales up and down along the sides spreading out just past the indentations on his hips. “Fuck..you’re not even hard.”

Jeno squirms, stomach muscles contracting as he grows more anxious standing there. “See! I told you.” He huffs annoyed. Releasing his shirt to pull back on his bottoms.

“W-wait…” circling his wrist, you suck down a deep breath. Noticing the lack of difference in the size of your forearm and Jeno’s lengths. “Uh…you know.”

You start to nod sitting up, once again clearing your throat. “I can take you.”

“What did you just say?” Jeno backs up, thankful for the shirt covering his lower half again. Unable to neglect the twitch he feels rise through his cocks at your wandering tantalized gaze.

“You’re the one who said rabbits fuck like wild horny crazed animals!”

“That’s not exactly what I said!” Jeno squawks, pulling the hem of his shirt lower. Hoping the dim lit room is enough to hide the obvious growth beginning to peek through.

“Listen Jeno, I already know your situation, and I trust you!” Chancing a glance down, it’s impossible to not lick your lips taking note of the large tent that’s begun to protrude beneath his shirt. “Why not try with me? If it’s too much for me…we can stop. No pressure?”

“That’s weird!” He frets, turning away trying to hide his evident excitement. Butt cheeks fully out from lowering the front of his shirt too much. “This whole thing is weird!”

“You’ve been hitting the squat rack?” You whistle, flicking one of his firm cheeks.

“Stop objectifying me!” Jeno shrieks, returning to face you. Huffing, he shakes his head removing the now stretched out shirt.

“Wow..You’re…really hard. Like.. both..both of them.” You’re already choked up from the sight of Jeno completely bare. Every scale catches hints of moonlight across his smooth luminous skin. Swallowing dryness away, you reach with both hands eagerly.

“Wait!” He jerks back, strategically holding his hands splayed out just a centimeter away from his lower half. Enough to conceal some of his size. “We should..kiss…I think?”

“Oh my God.. Jeno, are you a virgin?!” You ask, mostly to ease the situation.

“What?!? No!” He snaps quickly. “I’ve slept with plenty of predator hybrids!”

“Oh, yeah no no…I knew that. It’s just so cute to see you like this.” You can’t stifle the giggle that follows, pushing back to rest on your palms you nod toward your lap. “Where do you want me to kiss first?”

Groaning, Jeno rolls his eyes, moving to straddle your lap. “Are you always this crude?”

“We’re pretty much almost always horny. It’s in our nature to mate and breed like.. a lot.” You start to explain, trailing off when one of his dicks presses against your navel. “Breeding huh?”

“Stoppp..” Jeno whines, thankful it’s too dark in the room to pick up on the hot flush that’s spread the entirety of his face. Even if you can’t see it, that doesn’t stop the urge to kiss away the cute mewls slipping from his lips.

It wasn’t uncommon to make the first move, never expecting you’d end up here with your reliable friend who never picked up on flirting. Even when the pretty panther barista would wink and offer him a complimentary coffee ‘on the house’ Jeno never had much of a response aside from ‘thanks’.

Not because he was harboring any type of feelings for a clueless prey who in return never once picked up on his minuscule tactics. Never that.

“Wh-what’re y-you doing?” Jeno mumbles between a soft kiss, gulping after each word.

“Should I kiss your…dicks instead?” You ask coyly, wiggling your brows to further embarrass Jeno. With a click of his tongue, he hoists you by the waist until you’re the one perched on his lap.

“Can’t believe you didn’t believe me.” He frowns, helping you remove the casual loose tunic you’d thrown on earlier. Knowing better than to wear anything too nice to a frat party with drunk attendees ready to ruin clothing left and right.

Spinning around once you’ve stripped down to your underwear, Jeno turns until you’re laid out beneath him. Hovering above your frame enough to look over your exposed skin.

“Can I..” he glances down, eyeing the wet patch that's formed on your underwear. “Need to stretch you out.”

The pointed tips of his tongue poke out suggestively, lowering as he focuses to retain eye contact with you. Fingers gather the sides of your underwear, gently lowering them. His cocks jump, hit first by the strong enticing scent of prey slick. Stronger for predator’s, meant to draw them in and lure them to attack sweet defenseless hybrids.

Jeno places his hands behind your knees, pushing up until your bottoms lifted off the bed. Tongue lolling out like a dog in heat, longer than you could have ever anticipated from any of the times you’ve caught glimpses before. Hunching closer, he takes a deep inhale. Writhing as Jeno full on begins to makeout with your clit. Alternating between sucking with vigor the louder your moans grows, to spitting and rubbing the pads of his fingertips against the right bundle of nerves to make your toes curl.

“Snake venom usually weakens and numbs..” He rasps, tongue lapping between your folds, prodding the tip at your entrance menacingly. “Sometimes it can help, if I use a little. Can I?”

Controlled by the rapid flicks he gives your clit, you nod maniacally. Spit sizzling as it flows down past your labia folds to your entrance, just enough to numb your hole for penetration. Jeno follows in with his tongue, rolling the venom around with thrusts. Mouth and chin dripping in slick that splashes against his lips. Long tongue tickling deeper in with each thrust of his face. Gripping a fistful of your ass as he groans between your thighs, slurping up your arousal between working you up to a dizzying orgasm.

“Fuck! Jeno!” Spasming, you clamp down around his head. The tip of his tongue flicking at your cervix, ripping a squirting climax out of you that dribbles down his neck and chest.

Full of desire, Jeno moves fast, placing you back on his lap. Ass sitting on the larger cock that beats fiercely beneath you. A mixture of growls and whimpers sounds, rubbing the tip of his length against your clit with splashing slick shooting out.

“Can I?” He pants, near begging. Nodding, you dig into his shoulders. Lifted enough for Jeno to find the perfect angle.

“Oh! O-oh! No!” You cry out, unprepared for the sheer size of just the tip. Pausing his movements as he barely breaches your hole. “Oh my G-god…too big! You’re too big!”

“I’m sorry!” Jeno starts to pull away feeling terrible. Kept in place by your arms locked around his shoulders. Dropping your face to his chest, you whimper, shaking your head.

“Just a minute..” whispering, you sigh, reaching between your bodies to wrap around his length. Sliding it back and forth between your folds. The larger squishes between your ass. Slick smoothing the glide of both. Waiting for your go ahead, Jeno tries to press into your tight cunt again, met with resistance and an immediate hiss.

Quick to halt his actions, he realizes it just won’t fit. Watching you endure it while biting down on your tongue to contain a pained cry just wasn’t worth it.

“We s-should stop..” Jeno forces himself to speak. Teeth gritting as you start to move against him. Building a rhythm riding the size of his cocks until they’re covered in wetness.

“Can you cum like this?” You ask, panting against his chin. Jeno nods, seeping his fingers into your sides to assist your working hips.

“Sometimes, just one..” he confesses, growing more quiet with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Jeno, we can try again..”

“No no!” His head shakes frantically, bucking his hips for you to move faster. “Just use me.. please just use me instead.”

It’s more than enough, the scales on Jeno’s length scrape deliciously along your clit with each slide. Guiding your mouth with his, twisting your tongues together until you reach a fast but much easier finish. Jeno still hard as he lays back. Having to set your lower half away from himself to not burst into tears.

“I’m really really sorry.” Jeno hides his face in the bed. Sighing heavily he sits up to grab his pants. “I’ll drive you back to your dorm.”

“Don’t apologize..” you start, hiding a wince as you sit up. “I really do need to stop believing I can overcome any obstacle, don’t I?”

“Nah..” forcing a smile, Jeno hides his own wince. Already anticipating a long night of jerking off to the now very vivid image of your face taken over with pleasure.

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“Flowers? What’s the occasion?”

Jeno shifts side to side, oddly avoiding eye contact. “I feel bad about the other night. I should have warned you better. No one can ever take my..”

“Ah, Jeno! Don’t make it weird.” Scoffing, you bury your nose into the bouquet of roses. “I’ll accept these, because they’re beautiful. But you did nothing wrong, okay?? I was the one being pushy.”

“You usually are.” Jeno murmurs, jokingly nudging your side when you glare at him. “But I mean, I just felt bad. I kept worrying the rest of the weekend like— Is it going to be awkward between us now? Maybe she’ll hate me! What if I traumatized her?!”

“Why are rabbits pegged as anxious overthinkers when it’s you damn snakes who never know how to chill out?”

“Hey!” Jeno pouts, folding his arms. Scales out on full display today reminding you of what you spent the rest of your weekend doing.

“Actually, I was thinking a lot.” Grabbing your phone, you opt to not mention searching up for inflatable dildos while screaming into your pillow over how stupid you felt. “I made you a profile on predator meets prey!”

“What?!?” Jeno screeches, coming to stop so fast smoke burns beneath the soles of his rubber sneakers. “Why would you do that?!?”

“To get you laid! Obviously!!” You declare, adding a ‘duh’ paired with a sarcastic scoff.

Jeno’s blushing furiously, sporting a jittery smile for the curious stares you’ve gained. Subtly trying to shush you and lead you further down the hall to class.

“God why didn’t anyone ever warn me of what a nuisance you rabbit’s are!” He hisses, lips tight against his teeth. Failing to appear tough with the pink hue that’s taken over his face. “Why are you meddling in my business like this??”

“Hey! Your business is my business now.” Proudly you pump out your chest, pointing a thumb at yourself. “If I can’t take those dicks, I’m gonna find someone who can! You’re gonna be neck deep in hybrid pussy thanks to me.”

Jeno’s forehead thuds down on his desk, surrounded by gasps and sounds of disgusts circling the two of you.

“Look at this saucy little fox I scored you a date with tonight!” Failing to notice Jeno’s current state of misery, you shove into his seat, half positioned on his lap with your phone shoved in his face. “Her name is Ari, she loves long walks in the woods, gathering herbs, and making her own bags of tea.”

“Tonight?! You meddling rabbit!” Jeno’s blaring you with half shut eyes. More cute than he should look with his nose scrunched in irritation. “I can’t tonight!”

“Of course you can, I’m like the only person you hang out with.” Rolling your eyes, you confirm the date for tonight. Showing Jeno where he’d be taking his fox out to eat. “After class I’ll help you pick out what to wear. Who better to help you catch a prey than a prey, am I right?”

“You’re wrong in every way imaginable and I regret the day I agreed to sharing my study space with you.” Jeno mutters flatly.

“Do you mean that??” Tilting your head, you blink dramatically and shove out your lower lip. Making him sigh, adjusting his legs to allow more room for you to sit comfortably.

“What do I say every time?” Jeno says, the same way he always says whenever he’s frustrated with you.

“That meeting me has been the best part of college so far!” You cheer, pecking his warm cheek. He releases a long breath, falling into a smile that hides his eyes completely.

“So…a fox..”

That’s how Jeno finds himself in nothing but his sweats while you pace back and forth in front of his closet.

“We have to take you shopping soon.” You grunt, throwing more plain black tees into the ‘no’ pile. “How many Air Forces do you own?!?”

“…pft….those are my favorite shoes!”

“I’m thinking something that really shows off your physique.” Blowing away your ears and strands of hair that have fallen on your face, you hold up an outfit after searching for 30 minutes. “Form fitting shirt, these leather pants that really hug your long legs!”

Jeno’s cheeks light up instantly, vibrant shades of pink. Rubbing the scales on his forearms to distract himself from overthinking.

“One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearm.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

“That’s not true, I didn’t run off!” You correct him.

Jeno nods, lips pursed together. Turning to fuss with his choppy bright pink hair in the mirror. “You’re kind of the only one who never has though..”

“Have some positivity, I really do think there’s a chance with this fox!”

A chance, a fat chance. Jeno hated to show up groveling on your doorstep at 1am. Immediately digging his face into your shoulder as he began to retell the events of the evening. Another failed date, this one didn’t even make it past some French kissing.

“If it’s not one thing, I guess I should say two, it’s the damn tongue.” He complains, waving a spoon of matcha ice cream. “I sound pathetic.”

“A little.” You joke, feeling a little guilt. Enough to let Jeno scrape the pint of your favorite ice cream clean. The first of many he would empty in the weeks to come.

“We at least made it into bed this time.” He says, licking the back of a wooden spoon you’ve now designated as Jeno’s failed date ice cream spoon. “I do wonder if sheep hybrids ‘baa’ when they..”

Catching your perplexed gaze, Jeno mumbles, waving off his thoughts. “I have dinner with a deer tomorrow.. and then that pretty zebra hybrid this weekend.”

“Maybe they do ‘baa’..” you start, earning a confused look from your friend. “Sometimes, when it’s really..”

“Hmm?” He pipes in for you to go on. It’s not as if you’d stopped replaying the memory of his girth sliding between your folds and ass at the same time. Glowing in the dark room like an oil painting.

“When my orgasms really, like really really good..” moving back, you lift your foot to show him exactly what you mean. “I thump.”

“That’s..” Jeno coughs, ducking to hide the blush rising up to his nose. “That’s..”

“I have to stop oversharing too huh?” You shrug, a little embarrassed.

Jeno wants to agree, but he can’t when he knows that the idea of you reaching peak orgasm will help him through his shower later. Sulking after mooching off your ice cream that always seemed to be fully stocked when he stopped by after another failure. Showers had turned into long water wasting sessions, heading to bed with pruney fingertips and cum washed down the drain along with his chances of getting laid.

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“That was date number 12. I think I need a break.” Jeno’s neck loosens, nearly dangling his head off the back of your couch. His hairs faded to a light peachy tone now, black roots grown in an inch. Leather jacket thrown on the arm of the couch as he plopped down ready to ask for his ice cream. “My wallet needs a break too actually.”

“Jeno..” swallowing, you sit back on the backs of your calves. “Why don’t we try again?”

“Huh? Try what?” He turns lazily, cocking a brow. Noting you’re more dressed up than usual today, usually in your pajamas or robe ready for bed by the time he shows up.

“Try, like…like us.” You squirm. Opening and closing your text messages with your friend for the last few hours. He’d begun to send mirror photos in seek of outfit approval. Changing out of a snug fit turtleneck to a low cut black V neck that showed his ample chest off nicely. Maybe too nice as you couldn’t resist zooming in to look over the defined pectoral muscles on display.

“Like us?” He asks, turning just slightly. Chest squished down the center at this angle.

“Like…as in….we should…let’s have sex!” You shout leaving Jeno with his jaw hanging open.

“What?!? W-Why?”

“What do you mean why? Because I like you! You…you..you…dumbass!” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Wha— since when?!” Jeno’s flabbergasted, sitting up and pulling on tuffs of his bleached hair. Thinking out loud as he goes on. “But…I liked you first! I’ve always liked you! I was supposed to tell you first!! Hey! Don’t call me a dumbass!”

“Well, you didn’t.” Blowing at one of your ears annoyed, you fix him with a weak glare. “Have to do everything myself around here, even make sure you get to cum.”

Before he can start another blubbering tirade you make to move, throwing a leg over his hips to mount him. Lips crashing together mid-stuttered out speech. Making Jeno’s weight fall boneless beneath you, sinking deeper against the couch cushions as he relaxes. The split of his tongue rolls past yours, slipping up the sides to the back of your throat.

“Ar-are y-you..” he tries to confirm you’re not just in heat, knowing your schedule by now and that your next shouldn’t be for at least a few weeks.

“Shh..” between a mountain of layered kisses leaving Jeno’s lips pink and swollen, you nod. Scooping his face in your hands to keep his neck tilted back just enough to battle with his tongue. Finally calming him enough with an expert suck around his tongue. Slowly pulling back for him to feel the tightness of your lips pulling around him.

Wantonly he moans, confidently wrapping your waist to plant your bottom right against where his jeans have begun to protrude. Pushing your thighs down to meet the size permeating.

“Won’t you let me take care of you?” You coo, licking his earlobe. Emphasizing the question with a roll of your hips that has one of Jeno’s cocks digging deep into your underwear. He gazes up, already appearing lost in a daze, nodding furiously.

“Please..please.” Jeno begs, he begs. Licking at his upper lip with thirst.

You can’t resist smearing the spit on his lips with another kiss. Sharing heated gusts of breath between panting and grinding together. Jeno fully hard now, whimpering louder the more you bounce your ass down against him.

That’s how you end up on your bed continuing to explore each other’s mouths, three fingers knuckle deep thrusting in and out of your core.

“Jeno, I’m ready. I promise.” You clasp his wrist to stop his movements. Nearing the point of your climax the longer he works you up, scissoring long digits through the unyielding slick that puddles under your ass. Not mentioning the preparation you’ve put in since the last time to ensure you can take him.

“No.. won’t fit, have to..” he anguishes, nose scrunched. Thumbing faster at your clit, pressing over and over again on the same spot whenever you can’t hold back another moan.

“Trust me, I can do it.” You confirm with more kisses, twitching up under the weight of his palm pressed on your mound. “Wanna feel you.”

Jeno seems reluctant, chewing his lower lip in thought. Indulging in the softness you dab across his chin and jaw.

“Don’t..don’t lie for my sake yeah? I can..jerk off again.” With a gulp he sits up to remove the rest of his clothes. Taking a deep breath in as he slides off his briefs.

“I can take both..” you nod rapidly, sliding your fingers around your tongue to collect a wad of spit. Reaching down to spread your entrance open more, it’s hard enough with the amount of slick that’s continuously pouring from your hole. Pulsing around nothing as you watch worry etch across Jeno’s handsome features.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, last time..” he mumbles off. Securely gripping around the base of his cocks to cool the urgent need to fuck you full.

“Jeno, please, I want both.” Grabbing onto his hips, you pull him close until your bodies are flush together. “Want you to feel good, cum inside of me. Can’t take it anymore, I need you.”

“Fuck..” he croons, larger cock gliding through your folds coated in slick. “S-sure? A-are you sure?”

“Please! Give me!” Kicking your feet, you lift up to smack his ass with your foot. Accidentally angling your hips higher enough for the tip of Jeno’s length to catch on your entrance. The two of you hissing in surprise, quickly he squeezes around both with one fist to a painful point.

He starts to nod rapidly, eyes locked on your glistening pelvis. Circling the tips of his lengths together until they gleam covered in absurd amounts of slick.

Jeno clamps down on his lengths pushing the tips past your tight heat. Sliding in easier with the arousal dripping out. Biting down a cry painfully until his lower lip tears, he checks in. Panting and asking if you’re okay, met with nothing but silent overwhelmed nods. It’s maddening how full you feel. The larger cock pushing down enhancing the stretch against your ass. The scales forcing shivers to erupt with each indescribable scratch against your walls. A new high you’ve never felt before, taking over the little coherency left.

“Fuck..I’m..” Jeno grits, breathing harshly as he stares between your bodies. Ready to pass out just from the visual of your cunt filled with both of his dicks. One swirl of his hips finds the right angle, burying in deep to the hilt with a painful groan. “S-so tight. Ughh.”

Your neck aches, lifted watching the tip of one cock pushing at the skin under your belly button. Stuffed to the brim full of throbbing cocks, pumping in and out to the point of mind blanking insanity.

“Feel me?” Jeno asks, pushing down on the expanse of your abdomen, causing a noisy crying moan from your mouth. “Good? Feel good? You feel so good for me.”

“Yes yes yes!” You whine, reaching down to squeeze around Jeno’s cock. Stroking your stomach up and down over his moving length to jerk him off somehow. Enough to have Jeno’s head falling forward with his mouth hung open letting out muted screams. Thrusting in slow and deep consumed by the wet slick heat trickling down past his balls, your palm cocooned around his tip. Cocks squished together more and more as you roughly convulse around him.

He can’t hold back as you start to clench down, crying out with every bumpy scale knocking against your nerves more delectably with each thrust. Stretched more than ever, crazed by the tip of his lengths meeting your cervix with pounding kisses. Better than any dick you’ve taken…times two.

“Jeno Jeno..” you wail, arching up by your neck. A strong grip lands on your shoulders to hold you in place for extra leverage. Jeno chases after release faster the more you close up around him. Throbbing through each ridge up his spine down to the area between his thighs. The pleasure exploding throughout his body stronger than any he’s ever felt. Pushing his orgasm to rise faster than normal.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck.” Tremors shake between the both of you inside out.

“Cumming, gimme cum please!” You jerk up the bed, grabbing onto his muscular waist, nodding and shouting for him to cum like a broken record.

“It’s all for you.” His hips collide at high speed against yours. Sounding out noisy and wet every time your skin rubs together. Grunting raspy broken moans in time with his thrusts. “All of it..it’s yours. You, only you.”

It’s impossible to understand anything he’s saying beyond the static that’s filled your mind. Foot slamming down on your bed with hard thumps. Slick gushes out around him upon your release, too plugged with no way out. Squirting around his lengths aggressively as your entire body convulses.

Jeno’s head spins, struggling to penetrate past your walls clamping down on his girths. Mewling in near anguish from the sudden relief drowning out of him. He thrusts once, twice, falling to a slow pointed grind.

“Thank you, thank you.” Biting down on his lip, Jeno whimpers, repeating a chant of gratitude as his eyes water up. Bodily stinging as cum shoots out heavily, sucking his stomach in to the point of empty. Collapsing down drooling on your shoulder to suppress a cry, he continues to spew on. “Thank you, thank you. Ah fuck, thank you.”

You have to clamp your lips shut to keep in a chuckle, not wanting to ruin the moment. A serene sensation passes from Jeno, weightless as he catches his breath on top of you. Lifting his neck to kiss up your jaw gently.

“Not yet..” you whisper, circling his trim waist with both arms to stay in place. Jeno shifting just enough to stir a warmth in your stomach.

“Hey your..” he starts smiling, raspy as he turns to speak against the column of your throat. “Your foot was..”

“You thanked me for letting you cum.” You interrupt, holding back a yawn. Jeno hides further between your neck and shoulder muffling his groan, close enough to kiss the crown of his head. “You’re welcome by the way.”

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee @jenoslutie @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @nohyuckieduckie @xxhoseoksie @kimsaerom @eleven23

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Dick headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Zhongli? 👀

dick headcanons

kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli & gn!reader (NSFW)

1.1k words • ~9 min. read

warnings: cockwarming, blood mention, size difference, liyue arc spoilers

notes: SUPER delayed response (i’m so sorry) because i genuinely took a couple days to think about some fictional characters’ dicks??? i think it’s time to touch some grass?? ANYWAY i hope i did this request justice, i’ve never thought about this stuff in detail before :0

kaeya

i’ve always imagined that kaeya really has some LENGTH. he’s slightly above average so it’s not monstrously large, but he can definitely hit your sweet spots with ease or no effort at all.

it’s to the point where he can easily make bulges in your throat or your stomach. he absolutely loves watching his entire length disappear inside you and will either tease you about how he fits inside so well or how he’s so big that he can’t fit in you. just depends, of course.

cockwarming!!!! especially if you take his entire length in so well, expect him to ask if he can bury himself in you when the opportunity presents itself.

not super related to the topic but he’s the type to “fake bang” you if you’re bent over just to tease you. also the type to discretely grind his bulge against you when he’s in the mood, whether you’re hugging, cooking a meal, or even in the middle of a conversation with someone. he will not hesitate to let you know he wants you by letting you feel how hard you make him.

i don’t think many people talk about this but i imagine he’s uncircumcised... it’s going to sound so stupid but the “always hiding something” characterization... i’ll stop talking, you probably get it now HAHA

very well groomed down there! he truly does care about appearances and cleanliness after all. you never have to worry about poor hygiene with him in general. even though he loves doing dirty things with you there’s no doubt that he will always keep his dick as clean as possible. (shouldn’t everyone, though?)

he loves feeling tightness around his cock. whether it’s your hand pumping him or his form fitting pants restricting his bulge, firm pressure against that area can make his heart race. sometimes he can just be so needy for his cock to get attention.

diluc

despite being around average size he really has some girth on him! his cock is deliciously thick, that’s for sure.

twitchy! you can learn what he loves by the way his cock or his hips will twitch in excitement, almost as if it has a mind of its own. sometimes he can get so lost in the feeling and become speechless that those twitches would be your only indicator to keep doing what you’re doing.

his tip is so sensitive... if you lick that specific spot underneath his head or use your fingers to squeeze his tip, he will absolutely lose his mind. he also likes to shallow fuck you sometimes, loving the feeling of penetrating you over and over again.

that being said, expect him to usually take things slow and steady at first. he loves seeing the way his cock stretches you out, and especially loves seeing your hole gaping open to match his thickness. the feeling of pushing your walls apart because of how thick he is is always enough to make him weak at the knees.

he loves when you inflate his ego a little by using two hands to jerk him off rather than one. he especially loves when you use one hand to massage his balls, another sensitive spot of his. seeing you so eager and dedicated to please him will always send his heart pounding.

i like to imagine he has big, thick loads too to match his fat cock... he would definitely love dumping his cum inside you then letting it spill out so he can fuck it back inside again, penetrating you until your entrance is sore and covered in his load.

childe

this man is packing. he’s huge. nothing anyone can say will change my mind. out of this entire boy band group, this man packs the most. even his in game model has been proven to have such a fat cock that his bulge can literally be seen from behind???

it can tear you apart! hell, maybe it could make you bleed if he’s a touch too rough with you. but we all know that’s secretly what he would love to see... his bloodthirst might extend to intercourse too.

despite this, of course he would make sure your comfortable with his size first and would adjust accordingly in normal circumstances. he’s aware of how big he is and doesn’t want to make you feel genuine pain. maybe in other circumstances where he needs to take out his frustrations, he might not be so considerate...

if you gently touch or lick the veins that travel on the underside of his cock he goes a little feral! his veins are his weakness, just imagine the shaky moans he lets out as you tease him by tracing your finger along those veins... god help me

i believe in size kink foul legacy childe supremacy... his cock is already above average in size when he’s his normal self, but when he transforms you often tremble in borderline fear wondering how he could fit inside you. it’s mind boggling how the size difference is humanly possible.

(un?)fortunately, he can’t keep this form up for very long but rest assured he loves seeing the look on your face when he fucks you silly on such a fat cock, even if it’s just for mere moments.

that being said, expect childe to be super cocky about his size. his ego swells whenever you swoon over how big he is and he’s definitely the type of person to use this to his advantage by teasing and pushing your buttons.

zhongli

several sources have stated that rex lapis was able to change and alter his form freely... surely if zhongli could still do this even with his gnosis taken away, he would change his size to your preference if needed.

if you wanted his cock to rip you open, just say the word and he will do so accordingly. but if you’re feeling a little more mellow and wanted things to be gentle, he would gladly alter himself to be average size, or even smaller if you wanted.

but when i say he can alter his form, you best be sure that he can make it so he has two cocks at once. yes i believe in double cock zhongli supremacy... do with that information what you will.

since zhongli isn’t exactly human, his cock doesn’t exactly match that of a human’s either. in his most natural form without any changes being made, his cock is tougher and firmer than a normal human’s muscle. it doesn’t squish easy to the touch, but it’s not completely rock solid as you’d expect, which is quite ironic coming from a geo god.

you notice his veins on his cock, just like the rest of his body, are golden. they only actually show up when he’s reaching his climax where they’ll glow brighter if he’s getting closer to his orgasm. finally, with each pump of cum he lets out, these veins start pulsing with light until they eventually dim when he’s calming down from his high.

weird, huh?

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐶𝑂𝐷𝐸 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Steve is angry on you for behaving recklessly and you decide to let him take his anger out on you in a very unprofessional way...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, spanking, shower sex, rough sex, hair pulling, handjob, choking, PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

Beta’d by the wonderful @lex-the-flex But all mistakes are mine

This is my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺 It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

“Steve!”

You exclaimed as he shut the door right in front of your face. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face to the door and sighed. You wanted to bang the door until he opened and explain Steve that all you did was your job. But you didn’t, instead you went to your own room next door and sulked.

You and Steve were on a mission to take down a hydra base. For the first few days, all you both did was map out the building. Once sure enough of your plans, you had finally breached it this morning.

In the beginning everything was just as expected. But then during the fight, you had spotted a man aiming his gun at an unaware Steve and like the love crazed woman you were, you shielded Steve with your own body.

Gladly Steve realised it before the damage was done and quickly held the shield in front of your both, deflecting the bullet. At your stunt, he had clenched his jaw and given an angry glare to you and had resumed fighting.

You had thought that was the extent of his anger at your carelessness, but apparently you were wrong. Steve hadn’t spoken a word to you after that. He had been silent throughout the entire ride to the hotel.

As he kept on fuming with unspoken anger, you tried your best to mend the situation by repeatedly calling out his name and talking about random things to yourself.

You actually didn’t know why he was angry. Agreed it was a stupid decision to be standing in front of a bullet, but you did it to save your teammate, at least that’s what you justified it with.

The truth was you were hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers. Soon after you had joined the avengers, you and Steve had become best friends. You hadn’t even planned on befriending him, forget about falling in love.

But with all his charm and naivety it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to mention his godly body. With the way he sometimes got flustered in front of you, you thought he felt something for you too, but you canceled it down by calling it wishful thinking.

While you both shared all your problems and worries with each other, you kept your emotions under wraps.

When you had seen the man aim his gun at Steve, your heart had literally stopped beating. The thought of living in a world without Steve in it was much more harrowing than your own death. So you did what you had to.

But now his silence was speaking louder than his words. It wouldn’t have felt this bad if he had scolded you or given you one of his long boring lectures, but this tactic of not talking with you was hurting you much worse.

The entire time you stripped out of your Kevlar suit and bathed, your mind was occupied by Steve’s silence. No matter how much you thought, you still couldn’t understand what had made him so mad.

After all, signing up with the avengers meant you would get into fights and get injured. The mantle of being an avenger came with a few broken bones.

And you weren’t the first to make such risky decisions during a mission, there had been many before you and there would be many after. So what was all this fuss about?

As you were pacing around your room, chewing your bottom lip, you stopped suddenly and took in a sharp breath. You couldn’t go back with this mess. Whatever it was, you had to sort it out and for that you needed to talk.

Deciding that it was now or never, you stepped out of your room and stood in front of Steve’s. You placed your ear on the door to check for any activity but there was none. You hoped to god he hadn’t fallen asleep.

Gathering all the strength you had, you knocked on the door, once, twice... thrice. But there was still no response. This had your mental alarms ringing. Steve sure wouldn’t ignore you this much, what if he was in danger?

Thinking of the worst case scenario, you crouched down and started picking the lock with your hair pin. As you opened the door and entered the room, you finally heard the noise of cascading water.

You huffed out a breath of relief. All this time he was just taking a shower and you thought about the possibilities of him getting murdered; you sure were an over thinker.

You didn’t know why but your feet weren’t retreating from the room. The sane part of your brain was telling you to go and come back later. And yet you stood awkwardly straight in the middle of his room.

You didn’t know how it happened, you swear to god didn’t realise. But all of a sudden you were standing in front of the bathroom door. You were burning with warmth from head to toe and you could listen to your heart beat in your ear.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the knob, you tried to think for a moment. But somehow, your brain couldn’t process anything, except Steve. You slowly turned the knob and the door creaked open.

If Steve asked you what you were doing, which he definitely was going to, you would answer that you were sleepwalking or maybe you were possessed by a horny ghost. You wondered which one was more plausible.

The sight which greeted you was better than any you had ever seen. Steve was standing with his broad back facing you, glistening under the trickling water droplets.

His muscled expanse was stretched out magnificently under the shower, the water making rivulets into the grooves of his chiseled back. He straightened visibly under your watchful eye as he became aware of your entrance.

You waited for his scolding as you nibbled your bottom lip. You waited for him to tell you how immoral and indecent this was. You waited for him to fire you on the spot.

But nothing came from his side except strained breaths. It was as if he was doing some physical exertion by standing ramrod straight. As he tensed, his back muscles flexed even more and you wanted nothing more than to lick up the water drops.

Your mouth had fallen open and you were already panting and his body wasn’t the only thing wet. Seeing that he was neither bursting with anger nor reprimanding you for your actions, you decided to let your eyes wander further.

Your body lit itself on fire the moment you eyed his sculpted glutes. It was definitely, undoubtedly America’s ass. God, the things you wanted to do to him and the things you’d let him do to you.

You looked up to see Steve had turned his head a little and was staring at you through the corner of his eye. Taking that as a hint, you walked further until you were inside the shower.

The water seeped through your clothes as you stood right behind Steve. You were so close that the only thing in front of your eyes was his broad back. Yet he didn’t turn to face you.

Your hand shivered despite the warm water as you touched his back. That simple contact passed an electric current through Steve and you could hear his audible gasp.

Keeping one hand on his back, you moved your dominant hand further onto his chest. After palming his abs for sometime, you snaked your hand further down.

But before you could reach your destination, a strong hand curled around your wrist, limiting your movements. “Don’t.” It was the first word he had said to you after the mission.

His voice was hoarse and deep and you wondered if it was possible for you to come just with his voice. “But what if I want to?” You really were possessed, because you definitely didn’t have this much confidence.

Unexpectedly, your defiance worked and he loosened his hold, though he didn’t remove his hand. When you finally touched his warm cock, which was standing hard proudly, you moaned and buried your face into his back.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed as you rubbed him. You had heard him cursing a few times before, but listening to it now just melted you into a puddle. You pressed your face further into his back as you kept palming him, his hand was still on your wrist as a reminder, though he wasn’t guiding your movements.

You wondered how he would fit inside you, as you were barely able to curl your hand around his massive length. One second you were jerking him off and the next you were pinned to the wall, facing him. You blinked rapidly to steady your senses.

The hand he had used to pull you forward was now held against the wall and you had placed the other on his chest. His entire body was blushing hard and his face was just as flustered as yours.

Steve placed his hand gently on your cheek, a stark contrast to his previous actions. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as first but he didn’t go any further.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stared at him in confusion. Noticing the question on his face, you realised he was asking for permission. Nodding your head rapidly, you replied with a breathy yes.

That’s all it took for him to smash his face into yours. His kiss wasn’t a perfect or a practiced one, but what he lacked in experience, he made it up with his passion and edge.

You were actually tongue fucking each other and you didn’t regret a moment. You were close to eating each other’s faces off when you finally parted.

You panted and arched your back, exposing your neck as he sucked down your jaw to your neck. Without giving you a moment to gather yourself, he tore your tank top right through the middle.

And the only thing your mushy brain capable of saying was, “Holy shit.” It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. The way his arms flexed as he tore the fabric made you gush.

He discarded the now useless tank top carelessly on the floor and bent down to suck your nipples. You were about to go to sleep and thus weren’t wearing any bra. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation and the sight of him suckling you.

You carded your hands through his hair only for him to take your hands and pin them back to the wall. “Oh Steve.” As you moaned his name, he looked up at you through his lustrous blue eyes.

All of a sudden he let go of your hands and nipple and as you whimpered in dissatisfaction, he quickly tugged your pants down. He practically growled at the sight of you naked in front of him.

He placed his hands on your ass as he knead it while simultaneously kissing you stupid. He shifted his hands from your ass to your thighs and in one swift motion picked you up.

You hadn’t ever been picked up by anyone before and for once you were glad that Steve had taken the serum. He carried you out of the shower and into the room.

You were going to complain about how you were going to ruin the carpet with water when he all but gently threw you into the bed, face down.

You gathered yourself on your hands and knees just as he positioned himself behind you. Steve didn’t know what got into him when he saw your ass perched up in the air, but he went absolutely feral.

He wanted to talk and tell you things, but currently he was incapable of doing anything but devour you. He placed his huge palms on your ass and started kneading, but the thing he did next, took you by absolute surprise.

He spanked your ass, hard. At the contact you let out a loud surprised shriek. You had no idea captain America was a kinky little shit, not that you were complaining.

While you were turned on beyond your senses, Steve mistook your surprise for pain. He snapped out of whatever haze had taken over him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked back at Steve with confusion. “God. No. Steve, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You said with such shyness as if you hadn’t just given him a handjob moments ago.

“Do more.” You asked and he delivered. Steve understood that you wanted it rough, and who was he to deny. He spanked your ass thrice more, alternating the cheek, in quick succession, only to rub it gently later.

He kept up with the contrast of quick spanks and gentle kneads until you sobbed with wrecked pleasure and delightful pain.

When you came back from your blissful high, you realised Steve was pressing soft kisses to your back. You strained your neck at an odd angle and pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was gentle and filled with adoration and love, a great disparity to what just happened. Steve was rutting against your ass as he deepened the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he took hold of his cock and jerked it a few times before rubbing himself against your drenched folds. You were already so dripping that you didn’t need any extra stimulation.

Finally he pushed in the tip and you moaned like in heat at the sweet pressure. Gladly he gave you a moment before pushing slowly further, inch by inch.

No matter how wet, or in a sex haze you were, you both knew he wasn’t easy to take. All the while, Steve was muttering praises and soft words to you.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned out with pleasure. After giving you some time to adjust, he pulled back only to push back in with a measured but powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Overcome with pleasure, you slapped a hand on the headboard to hold yourself steady while you clutched Steve’s ass with the other to hold him as close to you as possible.

He began with slow yet hard thrusts but soon he changed rhythm and started fucking you in earnest. The headboard rattled against the wall as Steve held your shoulder with one hand and supported you both with another placed firmly on the bed.

You had got a hundred dreams about Steve railing the shit out of you. But nothing matched the actual thing.

Steve experimentally wove his fingers through your hair and when you let out something between a moan and a demand for more, he clutched and pulled it tightly making your eyes roll back with euphoria.

“Stevveee, I... Stevie, I’m close,,... oh fuck!” The only thing you could do was moan wantonly and take everything Steve gave you.

Just as Steve felt your walls quivering, he pulled out. He groaned with frustration as you were so so close. But before you could formate any words, he flipped you around.

“I want to watch you as you come for me.” He said bending down to press a kiss. This time, he entered you in one swift motion.

Curling a hand around his neck, you held the head board with other as you arched into his touch. He was grunting loudly and his voice was having more effect than it should have on you.

You were close, so very close, but you needed more, something more. “Steve, choke me.” You whimpered. Steve faltered for a moment before realising what you had said.

When Steve placed his hand delicately on your throat, which you had exposed to him, you knew you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

Steve squeezed your throat, and at that very second, you orgasmed like never before. Your toes curled and legs shook uncontrollably as you babbled nonsense.

You felt as if you saw the deepest crevices of the universe and snorted the most powerful drug as white pleasure enveloped you.

Steve, in spite of his super soldier stamina, gave in to pleasure as your walls hugged him tight. With a shout, he came deep within you.

After the pleasure faded and the fatigue had set in, you both laid limply within a tangle of limbs and in each other’s embrace.

“Steve.” You croaked as he kept on prepping you with kisses. He only hummed in response. “I love you.” At that the kisses stopped.

You worried if this was the end of everything, but when you looked up in his eyes, you knew it was just the beginning. His eyes were filled with love.

“I love you too.” He smashed your lips once again and you responded just as enthusiastically. “I can’t think of living without you. You mean everything to me.

When I saw you in front of the gun, I was so scared. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to save you.” You caressed his face as you said, “But you did. And I know you always will Steve.”

“That I will.” You knew that Steve would keep you safe. You knew that in his warm embrace, nothing in this world would touch you.

“Steve, if you ever get mad at me, talk to me, scold me, give me on of your boring lectures if you want, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“If ignoring you is going to lead to this, then I’ll probably give you the silent treatment.” He chuckled as you punched him playfully.

You couldn’t believe you were in love with this goof, or that he was just as in love with you.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

For their pleasure part 2

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Part one

Warning: 18+

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It had been days without any of your Doms touching you and James was seconds away from breaking the rules. You, of course, being the responsible one told him to calm down, trying to distract him whenever he raged about the punishment. You went as far as cuffing him to yourself at night to make sure that he wouldn‘t masturbate, because Remus would find out.

Sirius and Remus were rubbing it in your face, making out in front of you any chance they had, making you watch when they sucked each other off. James and you had been begging on your knees to at least touch them, but even that request was denied immediately.

„We need Sirius on our side“ James mused. „He‘s a switch, he knows how we feel. No chance in swaying Moony.“

That was true, Remus was the epitome of Dom, ruthless when it came to punishments. He would go out of his way to make the both of you suffer. Sadistic ass.

„I figured as much“ you said, absentmindedly playing with your necklace „but how?“

James smirked at you and bit his lip. „They never said that we couldn‘t touch each other. They only said not to cum.“

You perked up at that in momentary disbelief that James had found a loophole. Remus never made a mistake like that, he knew too damn well that James, being a marauder, would try to wiggle his way out of a punishment without breaking the rules. Unbelievable, you had found a way!

„So you‘re saying-“

„That we should catch Pads alone and make him wanna join us. He‘s our Dom too you know, he gets to bend the rules.“

You squealed at the idea and threw yourself at your fellow sub, both of you laughing with relief. You pressed kisses all over his face, smashing your lips on his.

„I fucking love you Potter.“

James hugged you back in excitement and gave you an arrogant grin. „You better, baby.“

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Everything was set. Remus had a study date today, which meant that he‘d be gone the entire afternoon. James somehow managed to bribe Peter out of the dorm as well. Honestly you were too scared to ask how, so you just accepted it and Sirius should be back any second from his last class of the day.

You had chosen Sirius‘ favorite underwear set, simply black, but very revealing and lacey. James had dimmed the natural light in the room, putting up candles that made you both glow, shadows flickering gently against the walls.

Sirius might be dominant towards you both, but he really was easier to sway then Remus. He had told you often times that seeing you and James together is, in his words, unbelievably hot and makes me want to fuck you both so bad.

And by the looks of it he wasn‘t the only one who lost his composure around you. You let your eyes wander over James‘ naked body appreciatively, watching the way his muscles rippled under the smooth tan skin. He caught you staring and held his hand out, waving you over to him. Now it was his turn to admire your curves, hands twitching as if he was fighting himself to not ravish you on the floor, fuck the rules. Sometimes you wondered how he could be a sub.

„Come here“ James muttered lowly, pulling you to straddle his lap. „You look amazing. Your body is amazing.“

You kissed him back equally as deep, trying to pull away, but his lips kept pulling you back, much like a magnet.

„We should wait“ you moaned between kisses, changing your mind when his hands stroked down your body do grab your ass.

„I can‘t“ James groaned, burying his face in your neck to breathe you in. „I can‘t stay away from you any longer. I might go insane.“

He sucked at your skin as he talked breathlessly, your hips grinding against his cock on their own. Fuck, it‘s been so long. The way your were holding each other, not a single part of your skin untouched, made it pretty clear how desperate you were.

„My, my..“

Your turned around surprised that you hadn‘t heared Sirius come in. James looked up over your shoulder, hands digging into your skin to keep you seated.

„Sirius“ James grinned, „welcome.“

Sirius caught his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning against the door with one shoulder, head cocked to the side. The sight made him ache for his beautiful partners, he wanted to get lost in their touch. This has been hard on him as well, even if he had Remus to please him. But this was a four way relationship for a reason, which meant that he just needs the three of you equally. Sirius simply had too much love and desire in him to be chained to one partner in this lifetime.

He pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to James‘ bed. His pace was slow, a predatory glint in his grey eyes.

„You knew that I‘d be back by now...“ he stated, voice hoarse. His hands came up to stroke through your hair gently making you lean into his touch. God, it‘s been so long that even this felt like a rush of electricity.

Sirius’ dazed expression darkened as he observed the look of bliss on both of your faces. His hands tightened and he tugged hard, exposing your throats to him.

„What the fuck is this then?“ He asked sweetly, his eyes blazing with desire and rage. „Thought you could secretly get off?“

He tugged harshly when he saw James smirk and the boy cursed, eyes tearing slightly. „No. You said that we weren‘t allowed to cum, you never said that there should be no touching..“

There was a fleeting look of realization on his face, before he snarled angrily and let go of your hair to grasp at the side of James‘ face.

„God, James you have no idea just how much I want to make you bleed right now. Why can‘t you be good?“

His tone was full of rage, voice trembling a little and you dug your nails into James‘ shoulder to warn him from responding anything that would make your Dom lose his temper. But this was James, of fucking course he would.

„But Sirius“ he grinned, eyes focused on Sirius‘ mouth, „I am good.“

Sirius huffed, not able to deny the thruth.

„If any of you cum“ he growls out menacingly „I won‘t stop punishing until I break your skin. Understood?“ His hand yanked at James‘ hair again, the other squeezing around your neck.

„Yes, Sir.“ you gasped out when you noticed that James was too busy moaning at the pain. Fucking masochist.

Sirius gave you one last glare before he let go, seating himself on the opposite bed to watch. He waved his hands impatiently with an unbothered expression on his face, but secretly bursting with excitement to watch his subs play.

„What are you waiting for? Play.“ He lit himself a cigarette, leaning back against the headboard with his legs splayed wide open.

You didn’t have time to process the words before James flipped you over on your back, lips instantly on yours. He was uncoordinated, so desperate that his hands couldn’t stop shaking with lust as they trembled on your body. He was kissing you so deeply, as if he tried to consume your soul through your mouth, whining when his cock bumped into your inner thighs with every grind of your hips.

„Fuck baby, careful“ James whimpered, sinking his teeth into your jaw. „Or I‘ll cum before we start.“

God, James was so needy it made you melt. His callous hands were all over your legs, stopping to play with the hem of your underwear. He pulled back a centimeter only, grinning at you.

„Ready to start?“ You smiled back and nodded, watching him get back up on his knees and help you down the bed.

Your hands played with the edges of your bra, pulling at your garter belts. You made your way over to your stunned Dom, swaying your hips with every step to flaunt your body.

Sirius had long forgotten about the burning cigarette in his hand, head tilting up as you knelt before him on the bed between his open legs. You said nothing as you took his wrist and guided the cigarette to your lips, staring down at him. His lips parted as he watched your lips wrap around the drug, hollowing your cheeks obscenely. Fuck, Sirius felt like dying.

He cleared his throat and licked his lips. „You should share baby“ he rasped, Adams apple bobbing as he gulped.

You smirked and leaned in, pressing your lips to his and he opened his mouth, breathing in the smoke. The contact made him jerk out of his haze and he threw the cigarette to the side, kissing you hard. His lips were all over your face, returning to your mouth every few seconds.

„Fuck, I‘ve missed your taste“ he moaned, licking your lips. He let you pull away reluctantly, head banging against the headboard as he tried to control himself.

„James“ you called, eyes still on Sirius‘, „Join me..“

You heard his heavy footsteps approach the bed and Sirius’ eyes flickered behind you, biting his lip when he saw that James was completely naked. James wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his warm chest. Your head fell back in satisfaction, goosebumps forming on your skin when James’ hands trailed down your breasts to your lower stomach.

„So soft“ James whispered, kissing the side of your neck, „Smell so good..“

Sirius‘ breathing got harder when you moaned and he glared at James, daring him to tease him further.

„Take off her lingerie“ Sirius commanded, not able to suppress the slight needy tone in his voice.

„Yes, Sir“ James chuckled, sitting back on his ass to pull you between his legs. You bend your legs and let James pull your panties off, the underwear sticking on your wet cunt. Sirius breathing got even harder, hands flexing and his eyes focused on your pussy when you spread it with your fingers.

„James“ you whined, lips twitching into a smile when Sirius‘ eyes narrowed, „Please, touch me. Want it so bad..“

James hands replaced your hands, middle finger rubbing your clit and you jerked, leaning further into his chest.

„Yes, so good“ you moan, staring into Sirius‘ dilated pupils.

James pushed a finger inside, taking off your bra to play with your nipples. He rested his chin on your head, the both of you holding eye contact with your Dom. Sirius was so overwhelmed with what he saw that his eyes flickered between yours every second, not knowing who he wanted to settle on.

„May I fuck her, Sirius?“ James asked sweetly.

Sirius glared at him sharply, raising a brow. His voice was strict when he responded, not a trace of weakness in it although his hand trembled when he palmed his cock through his pants.

„What makes you think you deserve that?“

Well fuck. James‘ face fell, he didn‘t expect that answer. Sirius wasn‘t as easy as he thought.

„Let me deserve it then“ James begged, „Please, I‘d do anything!“

Sirius stretched his hand out, beckoning him close.

„Let me look at you, boy.“

You protested a little when James pulled his fingers out, nipping at your ear in warning. He muttered a silent, „Behave“ in your ear and crawled his way over to his Dom.

„James, baby“ Sirius stroked James‘ cheek, „I want you to suck my cock.“

James closed his eyes and let out a loud whine, hands pulling down Sirius‘ pants eagerly. Sirius’ caught his hands, thumb brushing over James’ bottom lip, smirking softly when he saw the look of submission on his usually bratty face.

„Do not breathe a single word of this to Daddy, you hear me?“

The demand was meant for you, you being the one who addressed Remus as Daddy, but James didn‘t mind referring to him in that way.

James nodded, tongue peaking out to suck the finger in his mouth, teeth nipping a little.

„Never, Sir.“

You let out a breathy, „Yes, Sir“ and crawled tonwards them as well, leaning your head against Sirius‘ inner thigh to watch closely. God, really wanted to be James right now.

Sirius crossed his arms behind his head, relaxing when James‘ wet lips wrapped around him. James began slow, eyes closing in enjoyment the moment his taste buds registered the taste of Sirius‘ precum, his muscle memory instantly activated. His pink lips stayed wrapped around the head, his tongue licking the underside of Sirius‘ hard cock.

You whined softly, leaving kisses along his inner thighs and blinked up at him. Sirius paid you no mind, turning your head towards James again to make you watch. James, that fucker, still somehow managed to look smug with Sirius‘ cock stuffing his mouth. You could feel the amusement drip off him in waves.

Not able to contain yourself you let your hands trail over your Doms leg towards his cock, feeling along the vein. Sirius hissed at the gentle caress, hands tangling in your hair to pull your face closer to his. You groaned at the pain, gripping him tighter and his eyes fell shut for a moment, before he opened them again.

„You wanna touch my cock so bad? Hm? Is that why you‘re acting like a greedy whore?“

You wrapped your hand around his balls, squeezing them in your soft palms. Leaning in you brushed your lips against his, gazing deeply into his nearly black eyes. Sirius couldn’t concentrate like this, feeling James sucking his cock and having you so close made him dizzy with desire.

„Let us take care of you“ you purred softly, feeling your hand get wet with James‘ spit as he started to suck harder, clearly done with waiting. „Don‘t deny yourself what you want...“

Now that seemed to pull him out of his state and he pushed you down by your shoulders, forcing James‘ head down so far that his nose was smushed against the skin of his abdomen. He pushed your head down farther and you licked at his balls, sucking them messily. Sirius was writhing now, head thrown back and his mouth wide open, moans echoing in the soft glow of the room.

„Ah fuck yes there James-“

He trusted up into James mouth, voice breaking as he moaned the boys name, nearly sobbing with pleasure. He was finally giving in, spreading his legs to give you both space.

You tangled your hand in James‘ hair and pulled him off, glaring at him.

„I want him too.“

James glared back at you, not willing to share Sirius, but you beat him to it, wrapping your lips over the tip. Sirius whined, a high pitched, needy and absolutely filthy sound. James kissed the shaft, licking, spitting, jerking him off.

Your lips met as you sucked him, kissing with the tip of his cock between your open mouths and Sirius whimpered under you, seconds away from begging his subs, when James took him into his hot mouth and you went down on his balls. Sirius' head tilted back, face wide with an expression of sheer ecstasy. He came loudly, shouting out your names, spilling out onto your overlapping mouths.

„Fuck yes yes yes“ Sirius was wild with the force of his orgasm, not letting you back up until ever last drop of his cum was down your throats. Suddenly he pulled you up by your necks, heaving with effort.

„Show me.“

You opened your mouths and Sirius‘ face was so full of pleasure your thought that he was about to cum again. Groaning, he pressed your lips together and watched you kiss deeply, licking his cum from each others mouths.

„I will let you fuck“ he rasped „because you truly earned it. However, you will come when I say it. Yes?“

You and James immediately leaned forward to kiss him, making him chuckle at your eagerness. No wonder why he was the favorite Dom. Sirius sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening, begging the universe to never let Remus know of this. There is a reason for Sirius being a switch.

Sirius wasn‘t done with requesting and sat up against the headboard, pulling you to straddle his hips.

„You‘ll fuck her on my lap, James. I want to watch her come...“

James didn‘t really care and instead busied himself with fingering you, preparing your for his cock. You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around Sirius‘ strong shoulders, doing your best not to cum on the spot. You couldn‘t stop yourself from shaking when James‘ thick fingers fucked your sweet spot with every push of his hand, your clit rubbing across Sirius‘ pubic bone.

„Already shaking, love?“ James mocked you, pushing in deeper to watch you crumble. „I haven‘t even started yet.“

Sirius raised his brow, daring him to go further. „If I recall correctly James, you were begging me mere minutes ago to suck my cock.“

James‘ eyes narrowed but he shut up, taking his anger out on you. He ripped his fingers out and instantly replaced them with his cock, making you scream at the stimulation. He didn‘t let you get used to him, not caring if you were hurting when he was feeling so fucking good.

Sirius kissed you, talking against your lips. „Don‘t scream, you wanted to be fucked. Here you go, baby.“

You were clawing all over Sirius‘ flesh, pushing back against James, your pleasure escaping you in sharp cries. James was feral, chasing his high, addicted to the feeling of your wet heat wrapped around his pulsing cock. His hands crushed your hips, his hand came up to push you down on Sirius‘ chest. Angling his hips he pounded in you and oh, he was hitting every spot inside of you with so much precision that you started to cry.

„Please“ you wailed „Please please let me cum!“

Sirius took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears as he stared at you, breathing hard as he watched James fuck you into pieces. He couldn‘t deny you this, not when you had that expression on your face and he caved, nodding curtly.

You came immediately, biting his wrist to keep in your screams and James‘ pace faltered. He keened and spilled himself inside of your cunt, pressing his face closer to Sirius. Sirius kissed him fiercely, wrapping his arms tightly around the both of you to keep you close to his strong chest.

„Well done, pups“ Sirius said softly, kissing your sweaty temples. „So good, so beautiful. Both of you, so special.“

James and you basked in his soft words, cuddling close, for once not arguing.

Sirius tapped your chins up, giving you a stern look, but his tone was somewhat humorous.

„Daddy can‘t know.“

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There will be a part 3 (last part)

[sailorhyunjinz]

𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝐈

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Pairing; Bartender!Changbin x Fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warning ; ANGST!! SMUT!! skz side characters, semi-slow burn, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, depiction of mental disorders, consumption of alcohol, under the influence, self hatred, complicated family relationships, depersonalisation/derealisation, depression, alternative universe, implications of su-cide, semi su-cide attempt, su-cidal!reader, mentions of bl-od and injury, mentions of k-dnapping and murder, alcoholism, mentions of selfh-rm, mentions of knifes, gaslighting, smoking, mentions of weapons, mentions of pregnancies, a bunch of crying, fainting, toxic masculinity. 

𝘕𝘚𝘍�� ; piv, protected sex (use of condom), missionary, dry humping, nicknames, sex in semi-public place, fingering, corruption kink if you squint, orgasm (m/f), cum,,,, other then that it’s kinda vanilla. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 14.3 k 

O N E ｜ T W O 

From one survivor to another; cheers you guys. 

                         ⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ Playlist ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

[FEEL SOMETHING DIFFERENT - Bea Miller, Aminè]

[Multi-Love - Unknown Mortal Orchestra]

[Beach Baby - Bon Iver]

[High Enough - K.Flay]

[Dope Lovers - DPR IAN]

[Make Out in My Car ; Sufjan Stevens Version - Sufjan Stevens]

[I Feel it Coming ; The weekend, Daft Punk]

[Space Song ; Beach House] (ah the loml and the album is called depression cherry so it makes me happy) 

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 ; 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲

“Let me out!! LET ME OUT!”

You cry out, banging on the heavy wooden door until your knuckles bruise, red marks leaving their traces on your soft skin. The only lightsource is the tiny cell window, sun shining brightly and illuminating thousands of dust specks, floating around you like your lost hopes. The grey cement walls got closer and closer, seconds ticking in your head like a clock. 

This is it.

This is how you die. 

Crushed to death like a bug, your ambitions never getting their chance to prove themselves. All that you ever wanted to achieve was an impossibility as you were slowly but surely pressed together in the ever shrinking room. 

Salty tears roll down your cheek, a feeling of hopelessness washing over you as you turn your back against the door, sliding down to your feet, banging the back of your head lightly against the entrance.

You feel the rough walls hitting both sides of your forearms, a last ear deafening scream leaving your parted lips.

Until you woke up. 

With a series of jerking motions you sit up, panting like you just ran a marathon, the pounding of your heart audible to you. Darkness swallowed you as the night progressed, you considering yourself lucky to find yourself in your comfortable bed, still in your room. 

Only after minutes do you notice your wet cheeks, the tears not being limited to your dream world. You blink, your coated eyelashes weighing heavy on your eyelids as you wipe tears with the back of your hand. The shock from your dream didn’t reside, you now being too afraid to fall back on your plushy pillow, fearful of what horrible dreams awaited you on the other side. 

You grab your phone from the nightstand, immediately being hit with a bright light causing you to squint and turn away momentarily. 

[Search: being crushed dream meaning]

Multiple articles from all sorts of sketchy websites popped up, you clicking on the first one. 

“Stress or emotionally overwhelmed” 

You laugh lazily, the dream making sense as you feel yourself slipping back into a peaceful slumber, phone still in hand as the muscles in your face relax, jaw opening, your dream world once again inviting you for a dance. 

The sun woke you up with it’s radiant rays shining in your face, the closed blinds barely able to withstand them. Your phone was lying on the floor face down, you must have dropped it while sleeping you thought before rubbing your eyes from any dirt and staring up at the ceiling. 

Another day

Another day that I’m here.

You wish you could pull the covers over your head, get lost in your own mind and never deal with the outside world ever again. But you had to. 

You picked up your phone from the dusty floor that hadn’t been cleaned for weeks, you simply didn’t have the motivation to do it. The bright phone screen awaked you, you blinked your eyes a couple of times to see clearer. 

[3 Missed Calls - Mom]

You couldn’t be bothered to call her back. She was only gonna nag at you for not calling back earlier, wondering what you’ve been up to now that you’ve been fired from your job as a receptionist at the local hotel. What were you gonna say? Drinking too much booze and crying yourself to sleep every night? You couldn’t, that would only hurt her. 

Ignorance is bliss, as they say.

You got up, legs wobbling as you stumbled to the bathroom, head pounding from the amount of alcohol you consumed the night prior. Not with friends but alone, in your living room, in the one room apartment you no longer could afford. 

Ice cold water splashed onto your sweaty face, that being the only hygiene you could muster today. You turned the tap off, grabbing a towel and wiping your face and looking deep into your own eyes. 

That’s not me.

That’s not me looking back. 

You poked your tongue out, hoping the figure in the mirror wouldn’t move and you could confirm your thoughts but alas the figure followed you. You felt crazy, it was as if you’ve died a long time ago but still saw everything that happened. You could stick your hand through a wall and it would disappear you thought, nothing was real. Not even you. 

You entered your mess of a living room, seeing the wreck from yesterday night. Countless green glass bottles scattered on the table in front of the tv that was your only escape from reality. Blankets and pillows were thrown across the floor along with a box of tissues, your emotions bubbling up to the surface too often resulting in you crying and shaking on the floor, a feeling of fear washing over you late at night. 

You felt alone.

But you weren’t.

Fuck, why were you so ungrateful? You had everything. A roof over your head, a family that loves you, friends, food on the table. Yet, even this couldn’t satisfy you. You blamed yourself for everything. 

For your work firing you.

For your parents divorcing.

For your own pathetic life.

You shook your head as if you were shaking the negative thoughts out of your head, instead grabbing a couple of the empty bottles that were reeking with the scent of liquor and placing them on the kitchen counter. ‘Cleaning up’ in your eyes.

With a thump your back landed against the couch that swallowed you, engulfing you in a comforting embrace you got from no other person or object. This was your safe space you thought but not even your couch could save you from your intrusive reasonings. With a light click on the remote the tv screen lit up, your eyes still not used to the brightness since you’re always cooped up in your apartment where the blinds were always closed, another barrier between you and reality. 

Nature documentaries, your favorite.

The calming male voice of the narrator being the only one you talked to during your lonely days. The animals could make you forget. They lived so freely, moving wherever they wanted without a care in the world, either swimming, hopping or flying. You wish you were born as another animal than human. 

“The 52-hertz whale travels an astonishing 70 km a day but it’s voyage doesn’t bring social interactions. This whale is the loneliest whale in the world. It’s the only whale that is capable of emitting a whale call at such frequency, no other individuals communicating with the poor creature.”

You sat up in curiosity. It was a scream for help you thought. The whale needed help, it needed someone or something.

Just like you. 

You sighed, watching the lonely whale on your tv screen, seeing it’s gracious movements despite its size. It did look lonely in that deep dark sea, wondering how it would be to fall into the abyss of water, swallowing you whole and erasing the life that once sparked your soul. 

This was where you spent your entire days. The clock on the wall is ticking but the digits it displayed are oblivious to you. What did it matter if it was 5 pm or 1 am? You were still not gonna budge from your comforting seat on the couch. Drinking your feelings away no matter what time in the day. 

This was you. 

This was who you had become.

The sun started to set on the horizon, a delicate shade of light purple descending over it, covering the end of the world like the way a canopy covers the softness of a bed. You sigh, diverting your focus back on the tv screen after momentarily observing the life outside your window. Yet again, nature documentaries accompanied by the soft male voice, narrating every movement of the colibri that fluttered it’s wings at the speed of light on your screen in vivid colors. 

You got that look in your eyes. That look of amazement which you now only had when looking at the beautiful colors of a exotic bird. You moved closer to the tv screen in the now dark living room, the sun setting at a fast pace. It reminded you of the many times your mom shouted at you to not sit so close to the screen, scaring you by saying that you’d get rectangular eyes. 

Your childhood.

The only time you felt ease. 

The only time your family was as one. 

“y/n, what does your heart look like?” the therapist asked, scribbling mindlessly on a notepad.

“it’s a muscle that pumps blo-” you started but were quickly cut off. 

“no, I mean what does your heart look like, how does it feel?”

You sighed, looking down at the grey marbled floor, your legs shaking in nervousness. You hesitated before speaking, scrambling in your mind to say something sensible before the words came pouring out of you.

“i-it looks like a house. A dark, empty house,,, but it’s comforting.”

Once again you heard the sound of a pencil writing incoherent sentences. Curious as to know what secrets were on that piece of A5-paper.  

“is there anyone in the house with you?” the therapist inquired. 

You shook your head before speaking. 

“I don’t want to let anyone in, this is my safe space” you say, almost setting up an emotional barrier, not wanting to answer further questions. 

The person sitting across from you hummed as you stared out the window behind them, the green ivy bushes already grown tall enough to cover half of the grimy window. 

“is the house empty?” they asked to which you shook your head once again, avoiding the glassy-eyed stare of the therapist. 

“no,,, there are dusty furniture covered in white cloths and-,,, and family photos in the drawers.” 

“is it your family?” 

You shook your head in disagreement.

“How did you end up here?” 

You thought for a second, puffing out your cheeks, a habit of yours. You searched for a reason but not finding any. 

“I just,,, was here one day.”

“The sun never shines here.” you added after a solid 30 seconds of silence. 

You were stuck in that house.

The house that was once filled with happy memories of another family, you simply a ghost that was now trying to fit the broken pieces together, wanting desperately to see them smiling again. 

Tears started forming in your eyes, a shiny gloss over your orbs. 

But you never cried.

Not in front of others. 

You thought often about that visit. Why your heart was an desolate house and why the words spilled out of you like a poisonous liquid.

You closed your eyes, the bright colors fluttering behind your eyelids as the comforting sounds of the woods blasted from the tv. 

You wish you could be somewhere else. 

Anywhere but here. 

A single tear rolled down your cheek as a smile creeped up on your face, your butt against the floor as your knees were underneath your chin, your entire figure curled up into a small ball. 

You sighed as your eyes fluttered open again. You were still here, in your apartment that smelled like nothing but alcohol and disappointment. 

Firmly planting both your hands on the wooden floor you heaved yourself up with the intention of getting more tissues, the blue colored tissue box on the floor being as empty as others expectations of you. 

But as you stood up the entire room started spinning, small specks of rainbow flashing by your eyes. You thought you stood up to quickly grabbing onto the wall for a second before collapsing against it, your entire body shaking. You cried louder, thinking you were about to pass out. Your hair stuck to your tear stained cheek as your puffy eyes closed once again. 

What was happening?

The rain hit your unconscious body, your knees scraped from the concrete you lied on. You were soaked from head to toe, lying with your cheek against the ground in a puddle of rain. You woke up from your head pounding, your bloody knees only gaining your attention after you’ve looked around in a confused daze.

It was empty. An alleyway in the dark night. You found yourself panicked, anxiety bubbling inside of you. That’s when you saw it. A single street light above a red phone booth. You tried to stand up but fell over again as your legs could barely hold you up, now scraping your elbow against the gritty ground. 

Crying out, you started shouting for help. 

“HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!” 

You screamed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking as your tears started to look identical to the rain that was pouring over your cold, helpless body. Nobody came, your voice only echoing against the wall that the phone booth stood near to. 

You got on all fours, crawling towards the light as pure pain shot through your body, small pebbles jabbing into the open wounds on your knees. You needed shield from the rain. Desperate huffs and groans escaping your parted lips as you dragged yourself through small puddles, the phonebooth seemingly getting further and further away from you. Looking through the soaked curtains that was your hair you were determined, this was life or death you thought as you continued to shout out for help, it appeared to be useless since the only other sound besides your own voice was the rain hitting the ground. 

Shivering hands grabbed onto the corner of the crimson red phonebooth, the streetlight illuminating your teary eyes. You held onto that frigid and wet piece of metal as if you were holding onto a treasure. 

As if you won a race.

As if you pleased your parents.

You looked up, dragging the inner side of your leg against the concrete, your pyjama pants wet to the bone. Desperately you got yourself together, your arms shaking as the rough pads of your hands met the ground, pushing yourself up into a standing position. You hissed at the pain in your knees as you grabbed onto the metal handle that opened the phonebooth, stepping inside.

The inside was surprisingly warm, as if someone had been there moments prior. A ripped piece of paper was taped on the glass pane to the right of the payphone, something that seemed like a phone number but could impossibly be since it wasn’t a full number. 

[1800-xxx]

You looked at the payphone and then back at the washed out paper, the edges of the note curling and stained with yellow. Only when you looked back at the phone again did you notice the keypad. To your surprise there was an “x” button. Your head felt heavy, deciding to lean it against the other side of the stuffy phone booth, your hot breath creating steam on the glass.

You wanted to wake up from this nightmare. 

Your entire body ached, let alone the blood that was dripping down your leg. The rusty payphone connected to the actual phone, a black handle connected to the underside of the machinery by a coiled metal rope. You picked up the phone, putting it against your ear and groaned when you remembered that you needed coins in order for the payphone to work

[0.5 gold/minute] 

You rubbed your eyes. Gold? You sighed loudly, your knees barely being able to hold your weary body any longer. Hesitant fingers pressed the number that was jot down on the lined note, pressing each key accordingly. You pressed the last x before you pressed the “call” button, not expecting anything to happen. 

But after a few seconds a female automated voice spoke to you. 

“Thank you for calling. This place only appears to the suffering. If you are receiving this call, congratulations! Your prayers have been answered. Drink the liquid in the paper cup above this payphone. Drink the liquid. Drink the liquid. Drink the liquid.”

The voice lagged, a static sound accompanying the automated voice. Your breath got shaky as you looked around, holding the phone close to your ear with both hands. This could only be some sort of kidnapping scheme or this was a sick dream. 

“It’s a dream, y/n. Calm down, nothing's gonna hurt you.”

You muttered to yourself, pinching your forearm tightly and wincing from pain. This wasn’t a dream after all. 

Your gaze landed on the brown paper cup that was balancing delicately on top of the payphone, your cracking knuckles reaching for it as you let the phone fall out of your grasp, being caught mere inches from the sticky floor of the photobooth by the coil. Bringing the cup closer to your face you saw a dark viscous liquid that smelled sweet enough to sting your nose. Your face contorted into disgust, debating on whether not to drink the contents of the paper cup. 

“Drink the liquid. Drink the liquid. Drink the liquid.”

The voice continued ringing in your ears. You had nothing to lose. If you died then you at least got what you wanted. Holding your breath, you brought the cup closer to your quivering lips, parting them slightly as you held your nose tightly, not wanting to feel whatever horrible taste could be found in that dark pit of goo. 

It burned the moment it hit the delicate taste buds on your tongue, your voice muffled as the fluid descended down your throat, your larynx bobbing up and down with each gulp. Despite covering your nose you could taste the pungent sweetness, it tasted like pure acid. Not that you knew what that tasted like but what you assumed it would. 

You coughed, accidentally spilling some of the goo on the floor, dribbling out of your mouth. The heavy rain pitter-pattered against the metal roof above your head, your eyelids threatening to shut. The cup fell out of your hand as you slammed your forehead against the payphone, not hard enough to bleed but hard enough to bruise. Your jawbone hurt from how much you’d been crying, eyes puffy as the salty tears mixed with the rain droplets on your face.

“i-i’m sorry mom, i’m so fucking sorry.”

You rolled your forehead left to right against the rusty material of the payphone, your soaked hair covering your empty eyes. Your knees bent under you causing you to fall on your butt with your knees clinking against each other, the sticky contents on the floor sticking to the soft fabric of your pants. 

“I’M SO SORRY!”

You never thought a scream this loud could protrude its way out of your throat, the vibrations bouncing off the glass that to your surprise didn’t break. Everything started to become shades darker, almost as if a black and white filter settled over your vision. 

No, this is how you’re gonna die.

Alone.

In the rain. 

“Hyung, what are you gonna do with her?”

Muffled club music struck your ear along with a high pitched ringing, your eyelids felt as heavy as they’d been in the phonebooth. With your head pounding you slowly open your eyes, first not seeing anything but darkness before eight unknown men form a circle around you, hovering above you. 

You shoot up from your lying position, fear overtaking your body. Where were you but more importantly why the fuck were you alone in a dark room with 8 young men? Not thinking straight, you decided to scream once again, thinking they would back off and let you be.

“Get away from me!!”

The males covered their ears, groaning in pain and a blonde boy throwing himself on the floor, rolling around. 

“HEY!! HEY! WE’RE NOT GONNA HURT YOU!”

A strong voice overpowered yours, every word almost sounding like a grunt. You around, seeing that you were sitting on a soft leather couch before looking up at the male that was standing right infront of you. He was muscular, his biceps sitting snugly in the tight black t-shirt that covered him, a grey apron tied around his waist and his dark hair shielding his intense gaze and furrowed eyebrows. He had a jaw so sharp you could cut silence with it but silence was the last thing this room had. The boys were shouting at each other, trying to hush the others while screaming themselves. 

“SHUT UP!!”

The room got quiet as the muscular guy roared, the seven other individuals coming to a halt. You looked at them all with a puzzled expression, all of them handsome, a fact you couldn’t deny. 

“Where the fuck am I, who are you guys and p-please don’t kill me”

Your voice cracked at the end of your sentence as your eyes twinkled, tears teasing the corners of your eyes, fingers shaking in fear. The male closest to you sat down, the weight of the couch shifting. He rubbed his hand together before he started speaking in a calmer voice.

“I’m Changbin, bartender of the Lost Souls nightclub. That’s Chan, security guard.”

With his chin, he pointed at a guy in ripped black jeans with a white t-shirt, a sweatband across his forehead, pushing his slightly curly hair back. He didn’t look like a security guard, the only thing that might have pointed to that was the walkie-talkie hanging from his belt. You nodded before Changbin continued.

“And those are some friends, frequent visitors if you will.”

A light haired boy with shiny rhinestones under his eyes stepped forward after he’d been hugging the tallest guy in the room the entire time. 

“u-uhm, the name’s Felix! This is Hyunjin, Seungmin, Jeongin, Jisung and Minho, and yeah those two, Chan and Changbin.”

He pointed at each guy respectively and the room filled with small “hi’s” and smiles. They didn’t look threatening, all of them being very timid and looking down at the ground. Your gaze diverted back to Changbin that was staring at you the entire time.

“Can somebody tell me where I am?”

Changbin cleared his throat, stomping his boot a couple of times. 

“This is gonna sound,,, interesting but you have to believe me-”

You interrupted the muscular boy, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, noticing that it had dried. 

“Why should I believe you? We’ve just met?”

Changbin sighed. 

“Just,,, hear me out”. You nodded before he continued.

“You answered a phone call right?”

Nodding once again your gaze drifted towards the other boys that were looking at Changbin with googly eyes.

“Well,,, this place only appears to those who are,,, struggling with themselves. Obviously you don’t have to tell us why you’re here but,,, this is a place to let go. The only rule here is no fighting”

“Or dancing on the tables” the tall blonde boy added with a snark causing a squirrel-like boy to giggle, playfully hitting the blonde before looking at Chan who glared back at him, the boy being flustered and turning serious again. Jisung, his name was. 

“W-what did that phonebooth do,,, does everyone go through that?” you asked with a curious tone.

“Usually it’s a pleasant experience going in that phonebooth, the sun shining and people hanging around that alleyway before taking the phonecall and drinking the elixir,,, there must have been a glitch in the system.”

He sounded unsure, scratching the back of his head as he looked at all of the boys. 

“System? What system? I’m dreaming, right?” you said in panic, wanting to get out of this oddly suffocating room. 

“W-we are real and you’re not dreaming,,, it’s just that, we can’t meet in real life you know? This is a place to,,, let oneself go and I know it’s scary since you only get here randomly, it must have been hard passing out like that,,”

A boy with fluffy light brown hair and a pretty eye smile said, Seungmin! You remembered his name because you thought it fitted him, sounding both soft and sharp at the same time. 

“y-yeah,,, it was scary b-but thank you for caring about me” you said with a half smile

“oh! and also, we treated all your wounds, luckily you were passed out so you couldn’t feel the pain but let me tell you,,, it looked awful, I don’t understand how you did that Chan” Jisung remarked with wide eyes, looking at you concerned before turning to Chan.

“Did what?” you inquired to which Jisung responded.

“Removing the pebbles in your wounds, h-how did you even get those in there?” he asked to which you tried to remember, seeing hazed memories of you crawling on the asphalt in the storming rain.

“I was crawling towards the phone booth'' you said quietly as the boys gazed at you with concern. The atmosphere got dusked and in an attempt to lift the mood you cleared your throat, lightly running your hands over the bandaids that were plastered on your scraped knees, wincing from the contact. 

Changbin made eye contact with Chan, jerking his head towards the door to signal for him and the other boys to leave the room. Chan nodded and patted Jeongin on the shoulder, trying to scoot all the boys out of the room like a shepherd leading a bunch of silent sheep.

“Let’s have some fun! Drinks on me boys~” Chan exclaimed to get the boys off their worried thoughts about you, the curly haired male closed the door quietly and both you and Changbin stayed silent until the footsteps were faint on the other side of the black wooden door. 

“Is this better?” Changbin said with a slight smile at the end. “They can be quite the bunch sometimes, either they’re very much off the deep end or they’re just a rowdy mess” he laughs, looking out in the distance before he looks at you with your knees under your chin, holding your legs close to your body.

“So,,, we’re all here for similar reasons?” you mumbled, holding your gaze stable on his dark eyes.

“yeah,,, pretty much. We’ve all dealt with something mentally draining and of course you don’t have to tell but I just want you to know that nothing will hurt you here.” Changbin replied. 

“I do want to tell,,, but it’s just that I don’t want to be alone about it. I’ve never been around people that have shared the same experiences.”

Changbin slid closer to you on the couch, putting one leg over the other. 

“It’s like that for,,, almost every single individual in the club, we all want to tell our stories and this is the place to do it. No one is gonna judge you for it. I remember thinking that when I first got here, ‘everyone is gonna judge me for not drinking’.”

Changbin’s last sentence caught your attention.

“but aren’t you the bartender? shouldn’t you know all the,,, liquors and such?”

Changbin sighed and you regretted you sentence, thinking that maybe you asked a too personal question. 

“I do know them but not in the way one should.” 

Something clicked in your head when the boy uttered those words. You nodded silently, letting your gaze fall to your wounded knees as your shaky voice spoke;

“So do I” 

Changbin’s gaze was fixated on the floor as he shared what was on his mind. 

“But no one judged me,,, eh,,, I never asked for your name!” the boy said to which you giggled, reassuring Changbin that you were in a stable state.

“It’s y/n, nice to meet you!” you said, stretching your hand forward to shake his. Changbin smiled towards your gesture.

“pretty name, angel” he said, shaking your hand and noticing how small it was in his grasp, the cold metal of his rings contrasting to your now warm hands. He didn’t let go immediately, instead holding your hand and feeling it’s warm temperature, running his thumb across your knuckles softly. You snarked at his comment.

“angel? didn’t know we had established pet names for each other in barely 10 minutes of meeting.” 

“and I didn’t know angels landed in this place” he said back. “i’ve had to deal with 7 annoying boys that never listen to me,,, well, 8 but one of them,,, disappeared.”

You nodded, not wanting to overstep any boundaries by asking about that 8th guy incase it was an emotional topic. 

“how is it? working with alcohol despite having quite a rocky relationship to it?”

The buff boy hummed, drumming his fingers on the seat next to him. 

“It’s better than one might think. I get to be around it without engaging in the activity myself, simply serving clients and the boys  already know it, we look out for each other. Like a family you know!” Changbin said with a happy tone, not wanting the conversation to get you in a bad mood after all you’ve been through that night.

“family,,, could use one of those” you joked and Changbin actually laughed which you’ve never felt with anyone before, the only response you usually got was your therapist writing down your self deprecating jokes with their orange lead pencil.

“you’re always welcome to us” he said, letting go of your hand that now felt empty. You felt safe. There was no way of describing it but you felt this caring aura around this man, drawing you closer to him. 

“how long does this last? i’m guessing you go back to ‘the real world’ again at some point” you spoke, making quotation marks with your hands.

“it depends, it’s different every time but you will pass out just like you did when you got here but you won’t go back to the phone booth, you’ll wake up where you were last in real life. Time goes on in the real world but here,,, clocks don’t really work. We’ve tried bringing clocks or phones with us but the digits don’t change.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This had to be a dream. 

“w-whats with the gold on the phone? Does money exist in this,,, universe?” you asked with confusion to which Changbin shook his head.

“no, drinks are free and so are the phone calls, i have no idea why the phone booth says that or why Chan said that drinks are on him, he must have been stressed trying to get the boys out of here” Changbin said to which you giggled.

“i-is there any time where you never return?” you asked, earning a bittersweet smile from the male.

“yeah,,, if those issues you have get resolved but,, that rarely happens. Destructive behaviours feed of each other. Get rid of one and it gets replaced with another.”

You recognised that. It was always something, you could never live in peace without feeling the need to self sabotage. 

“Poor innie knows that too well” he added with an acerbic tone. 

“innie?” you tilted your head in question, gazing around the dark room that was rather empty, only a couple of dark colored shelves on the wall and the couch you were sitting on along with the ceiling lamp that was stingy with it’s light.

“Jeongin, the youngest among us. Poor boy has been through it all, if it’s not drugs it’s self harm and Minho is a real dick sometimes, bringing pocket knives in “defense”. He’s delusional, thinking everyone is out to get him and Jeongin knows this. We’ve found our precious little boy in the bathroom too many times, holding those stupid knifes Minho keeps having on him and crying till his cheeks puff up.”

You took a mental note to keep your distance from Minho, feeling bad for Changbin that had to be amidst this mess while dealing with his own emotions. You could relate, being the emotional pillar between your parents that hated each other to the brink of physical violence. There’s always someone that has to suffer because of other people's problems. 

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Changbin.” you managed to stutter out, not knowing what else to add to the conversation.

“Ah,,, don’t be, y/n! Just take good care of yourself, that’s what matters the most to me” Changbin said. You smiled, moving closer and hovered your hand above his shoulder.

“Can I?” you asked quietly to which Changbin nodded and moments later felt your warm hand patting his back. He felt listened to. Understood. And even though he was yet to tell you his entire life story he knew that you were different from the others. You actually cared about him. 

The room started spinning again and you clutched onto Changbin’s black t-shirt, trying to stabilize yourself. Those rainbow colored speckles you had seen earlier appeared again, vision blurring right in front of your eyes. 

“y/n? how are you?” Changbin’s voice was worried but he knew what was happening. 

“it’s spinning again, I t-think I’m gonna pass,,, out” you muttered, 

“It’s alright y/n, I’m here yeah?” His rough voice distinguished itself from his comforting words as you held onto the dark haired boy, a faint smell of tobacco interlacing with the air you breathed in through your nose. Your two arms were now wrapped around the male with your face against his broad shoulder, eyes shutting as tightly as they could, face contorting into fear until everything disappeared. The vague beats of the music. The pain that ached from your knees. The feeling of finally finding home in someone's arms. 

Everything turned into nothing in Changbin’s embrace. You were slowly turning into his everything because he had nothing in his life. 

And then you woke up. 

You gasped for air as you woke up in panic, hunching over on the floor in a coughing fit, clawing at your neck for oxygen. Panting on the floor you put your forehead against the wooden laminated floorboards, your frizzy hair blocking out the little light that was in the apartment and being hit with the malodorous smell of distilled alcohol. 

What was that?

You were convinced that it was some kind of wicked dream. An escape from reality even. But as Changbin said, you did wake up in the exact same place and position you passed out in. A long breath seized through your lungs as you shifted in your position on the floor. 

“Son of a bitch!” 

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as the hard floor hit your wounded knees. You quickly sat down on your butt, lifting your knees up to your chin and only then did your heart drop.

It wasn’t a dream. Your eyes lingered on the bandaids that were placed with the utmost care across your both knees, a stain of dark brown blood seeping through the sticky elastic material and dried blood staining your knees in a haphazard attempt of somebody trying to wipe it off without hurting you. You managed to grab the edge of the sofa, levering yourself up with, testing out the strength left in your wobbly legs. Your phone lit up, sitting on the place you’re usually curled up in. Throwing yourself on the soft piece of furniture you observed the phone screen, lost eyes wandering mindlessly over the brightly lit display. 

What you noticed wasn’t the worried text from your mother.

It was the fact that the digits hadn’t changed from when you passed out. 

Your head snapped towards the tv screen and the phone fell from your hand when you stared at the screen, breath trembling.

The same documentary. The same colibri. 

This couldn’t be. Surely you hadn’t just stopped time,,, right? This was not something Changbin warned you about. How long until you meet Changbin again? An hour,,, or ever? 

There was nothing else you could do besides wait. Wait until the next time you pass out. And what better way to make time pass but to be confronted by your mother? You pulled up the text on your phone and read it hastily before scoffing.

[Are you eating well? Please call if you see this]

Since when did she care about you? You knew that she did care. Somewhere deep inside her motherly heart she did care but the way she displayed that so-called ‘affection’ didn’t make it obvious. You tried to justify every word, believing all the lies she fed you. You tried so hard to believe that you were healthy, that your mental health wasn’t deteriorating before the eyes of your very own mother that was refusing to see the truth. That her child was indeed in pain. You couldn’t blame her, it was her way of dealing with the issue but it didn’t make it easier for you. Your thumbs hovered above the keyboard, you couldn't think of anything better to write and quickly typed it down before you hit send.

[yes, i’m busy]

Busy contemplating your existence. Your father wasn’t exactly any better. Throwing out each one of your family members until there was only him left. He had no trouble filling that emptiness, simply creating a new family and forgetting you as if you were a chapter of the book called ‘previous life’. You didn’t mind, not after everything he did to you and your mother. There was no need for a person like that in your life but unfortunately it influenced you more than you thought, always seeking validation in either work or relationships because how could you validate yourself after your self esteem had been crushed by this tyrant?

You threw your phone on the table, a clink noise being heard as it hit a bottle, knocking it over but not breaking it. Your parental issues or mental health was for once not the biggest concern in your life, now instead wanting to search for the answers that could explain the nightclub. How did it exist? What caused it to exist and who was behind it? You needed to get back there somehow. 

The tv had turned off by itself, you found yourself waking up on the couch, using a pillow as a blanket, hugging the warm material closer to your body as you whined. With confused and lost eyes you scanned the room for a clock, hitting the table a couple of times and finally getting your hands on your phone, bringing it closer to your eyes. 

[3:02 am] the digits lit up. You rubbed your tired eyes with your left hand, throwing the pillow on the floor and using the phone display as a torch in the pitch dark room. There was no point in falling asleep again, you had already slept so many hours, sleeping anymore would only make you drowsy the entire next day. You yawned as you staggered towards the bathroom, flicking the lightswitch on the wall and squinting fiercely as you were blinded by the harsh bathroom ceiling light. You put the phone down and quickly caught your reflection in the mirror before you sat down on the toilet to pee, folding a couple of sheets toilet paper in your hand. You yawned again as you flushed, going to wash your hands but once again being amused by your reflection.

That’s not me. 

It’s the person I’ve become but never wanted to be. 

Your dark circles almost reached your cheekbones, the wounds on your knees still stinging even after hours of peaceful slumber. You poked your tongue out to which the reflection did the same, staring back at you with frizzy hair and puffy eyes from tears. You couldn’t trust it. Mirrors lie you thought and so does every single reflective surface in the entire world. You would never know what you truly looked like and that ignited panic in you, feeling your breath rapidly increasing as you held onto the white cold edge of the bathroom sink. 

This happened. Too often. It was the feeling of not knowing yourself or your surroundings. Like you had just appeared in this world, scared and alone. To not know who you are and having to live with yourself til the day you die frightened you. But you didn’t know if death was any better. Sure, the thought was comforting but being buried under layers of soil, having flowers and insects living their best life above you as you simply rotted away wasn’t the solution to all your worries although a moment of eternal peace did sound tempting. 

You felt a lump in your throat, trying to cough as if it was some sort of anxiety flem when in reality it was your brain setting up imaginary barricades. Your hair draped in front of your face and with furious eyes you peeked up, seeing your almost demon-like expression and smiling psychotically. 

I hate you. 

I fucking hate you, y/n l/n.

Your smile was wiped off the moment the room started spinning. Your reflection becomes diffuse in the mirror as if it wasn’t enough not recognising it. A loud gulp made its way down your esophagus as you continued staring at yourself in disgust. You blinked slowly, every time you closed your eyes you saw those rainbow colored specks all around, almost as if they were distracting you from what was happening, like a kaleidoscope for a child. You felt as if the ground started shaking, an earthquake in your personal world that was separated from the real one. Maybe you were going back to the nightclub, to Changbin’s reassuring arms or maybe you we’re really going crazy this time. The specks got bigger, turning into elaborate patterns in neon colors that clouded your vision. You kept eye contact with your reflection for what seemed like forever, despising the person that was staring back, your gaze broken as your eyes rolled back in your skull, your eyes white as if you’d been hexed before you collapsed on the frigid bathroom floor. 

“y/n? y/n, wake up!” 

The sun dazed your eyes as you woke up on the slightly toasty concrete. Changbin tilted his head as a cigarette was hanging out the corner of his mouth, bright sunlight behind him. He had on a jean jacket with patches from several underground punk and rock bands, his neck was embellished with multiple silver chains and his hair was slicked back, glistening in the heat. He knocked the wind out of you even more, as if passing out in the bathroom wasn’t enough torture. 

“oh y/n! you’re awake!” 

Chan says, coming closer to you, this time he’s wearing a tanktop that showed off his flawless abs, your mouth watering at the sight. You only then remembered that you looked like a mess, still in your pyjamas that consisted of an old sports event t-shirt and small basketball shorts. 

“a-am i in the club again?” you say, rubbing your eyes with both hands before feeling your head pounding a bit, sitting up slowly and feeling the harsh ground beneath you. 

“no! you’re at the phone booth, everyone is here now oh and, this is usual how it’s supposed to look.”

After your vision stops blurring you look around, seeing the same alleyway and the same crimson phone booth but being hit with a completely different atmosphere. People were standing in all types of fancy clothes, trendy bright colors, exaggerated makeup and 7 inch platforms. The sun was beaming, it felt like a hot summer day with friends, just like the old days back when you had friends. 

“why does y/n always wear pyjamas? don’t you have any cool clothes?” Hyunjin snarks, pushing his blonde hair behind his ears, displaying his dangly silver and black earrings. 

“knock it off asshat, the poor girl is probably scared off her mind” Seungmin sneaks up behind the blonde, punching him lightly in the stomach before he smiles sweetly at you. Duality was this man's second name. 

“t-thank you seungmin” you said, giving a smile back but being met with a surprised facial expression.

“you remembered my name!” he said, giggling adorably. You gave a small nod before you looked back at Changbin that was drawing a breath from the cigarette, puffing out a white cloud close to your face before waving it away. You noticed how tired Changbin looked, his cheekbones sunken in and his complexion bleak. He stretched out his hand to help you up which you grabbed, the insides between his pointer and ring finger being slightly stained orange from tobacco. You wobbled up on your feet, knees slightly unstable but feeling better from sitting down a while. 

“are you alright y/n? i could open that resting room if you want” he said before inhaling smoke once again, spreading in his mouth and intoxicating him. You shook your head.

“i want to see the club, why not while we’re there you know?” you said, smiling brightly and making his heart jump. Changbin hid the grin he so desperately wanted to display by dropping the cigarette bud on the concrete, stepping on it with his heavy boots that had chain details attached. 

“alright, whatever you want angel” Changbin sneered which caught the attention of the 7 other boys, all staring at the jean-jacketed boy. 

“angel? seems like someone has a crush” Hyunjin remarked making Jisung burst out in laughter. 

“says master heartbreaker” Chan said under his breath making Hyunjin furrow his eyebrows, diverting his gaze from Changbin to Chan instead. 

“come on you guys! can we not go to the club already?” Felix said, him also wearing a crop top along with a leather chest harness that accentuated his figure. Jisung nodded and made his way towards the phone booth that had droplets of steam on the inside, Felix and Hyunjin following shortly after the squirrel-like boy. You observed the alleyway. People leaning against the grey wall where the phone booth was, either smoking or chatting. Some were standing, others sitting down directly on the concrete, feeling the same heat you felt as you woke up. 

With unstable steps you walked towards the phone booth behind all the boys, Changbin staying by your side and waving his hands towards the 7 boys that had somehow crammed into the humid and stuffy metal building, Chan closing the glassdoor as a couple of the boys giggled. You and Changbin stood on the other side of the door, seeing how Chan grabbed the black phone you had once held with cold dirty hands and Seungmin giggling as he took a sip out of the contents in the paper cup, passing it around to the others that did the same.

They disappeared right in front of you. Your mouth stood agape. They didn’t pass out, they just disappeared into thin air, leaving the airless crimson structure empty yet again. 

“w-wait, why didn’t they pass out?” you asked, turning to Changbin as you ran a hand through your hair.

“it happens when you’re new. the body isn’t used to the entire,,, universe switch so you will probably pass out this time also but don’t worry, i’ll catch you” 

Changbin grinned, opening the door and being hit by the lack of oxygen. He held the door open for you to which you smiled, stepping inside and seeing that the paper cup had been refilled automatically. The door closed behind Changbin, you standing in close proximity to the boy as you lifted the phone slowly, still feeling the warmth from Chan’s hand. The dark haired boy grabbed the brown paper cup, not even looking at the goopy substance before drinking it, seeing his adam's apple bob up and down. You put the phone towards your ear, wondering why you didn’t hear the female automated voice.

“it doesn’t work?” you said with confusion to which Changbin smiled, pressing in the infamous number on the rusty keypad.

[1800-xxx]

“yeah, it doesn’t if you don’t type in the number” he chuckled, holding the paper cup in both hands and leaning against the humid glass.

Suddenly you hear the voice you were dreading the hear.

“Thank you for calling. This place only appears to the suffering. If you are receiving this call, congratulations! Your prayers have been answered. Drink the liquid in the paper cup above this payphone. Drink the liquid. Drink the liquid. Drink the liquid.”

It reminded you of that night. That dark rainy evening. The voice started to lag, just like it did last time. You hung up and turned around whereupon you saw Changbin handing you the paper cup. You gulped and put your lips on the edge of the cup, looking at him with unease but feeling comfortable with his presence. You tilted the cup, feeling the sweetness trickle down your throat, almost stinging your insides. Changbin smiled, he looked like the typical bad boy from every cliché teen movie but it made your heart flutter, slightly embarrassed at the state of yourself. He pushed away from the glass wall and swiped his thumb across the corner of your mouth, wiping off the sweet liquid and licking it off the tip of his thumb. You stood there, frozen at the sudden action, gazing softly at him. 

“you had something there” he chuckled as you started to feel lightheaded again, your eyelids getting heavy. 

“thanks” you said shortly, your gaze drifting down on the dirty floor beneath your feet, drifting in and out of consciousness. 

Changbin didn’t say anything, catching you mere seconds after you collapsed on the grimy surface. Admiring your heavy eyes and puffy cheeks for a second before he himself disappeared into the abyss. 

“One Moscow mule, please!” 

An unfamiliar voice shouted through the blasting club music accompanied by what sounded like the shaking off a cocktail shaker. You groaned, your eyes fluttering open and being hit by the beams of a thousand light machines in all sorts of colors.

“Oh y/n!!” Jisung shouted on the other side of the bar, you found yourself sitting on a chair in the corner of the bar, on the same side as Changbin that was working diligently, mixing some concoction into a metal shaker. You rubbed your eyes, yawning and wondering how you could sleep sitting up. You heard Changbin set the metal cup down, telling something to the woman beside him, must be his co-worker you thought. He kneeled down next to the chair you were sitting on, looking up at you with curious eyes. 

“how are you feeling?” he asked loudly, trying to overvoice the music.

“im good” you answered back just as loud, the two of you locking eyes. Changbin smiled at you with his tired face, glancing over the glasses that were located beneath the bar. 

“you want something to drink?” Changbin said to which you nodded. 

“give me anything” you said, messing with your hair and sighing. You felt tired, an urge to sleep despite the loud blaring music. Maybe it was more of an emotional fatigue. A lack of feeling. And that’s usually when you turn to the bottles. Changbin nodded, standing up and returning to his co-worker, starting to grab all kinds of pretty coloured alcohol. 

“ay! y/n! come join us!” you heard Felix say, him standing with a glass in his hand, the other boys scattered around the club along with the other troubled individuals. You smiled widely, looking around and noticing the small exit gate connected to the bar. You patted Changbin on the back, him turning around with a grin before you exited through the gate, closing it after you and pushed through the crowd of people, making your way over to the boys. 

“y/n, welcome to where you will feel alive” Jisung yelled, spreading his arms and nearly knocking someone in the hand.

It was truly living you thought. Every single way to escape reality was located here whether it would be alcohol, drugs or sex. People dancing and jumping, grinding and rubbing up against each other. In multiple booths there were people making out, touching in unknown places. Many looked outright high, moving as if their body was possessed by some dance god, not knowing how to control their limbs. You could have sworn you saw Seungmin putting a yellow pill in his mouth, smiling mischievously at someone you didn’t know. 

So this was letting go. 

“y/n! here!” you heard Changbin’s voice call behind you, turning around and seeing him putting a glass of clear liquid onto the stained wooden bar with coasters scattered all around, a couple lime wedges floating around with the ice in the glass.

“vodka tonic, giving you the strong ones” he said, grinning, to which you smiled back, understanding the hint to his personal life through his eyes. The glass was cold against your warm hand since you were in this stuffy environment filled with countless people and without any windows, only a ventilation system that led to nothing. You put the edge of the glass against your lips, taking a sip and swallowing harshly, feeling bitterness that tasted sweet because that’s what alcohol does when it’s consumed on a particularly bitter day. Or life. 

The other boys were dancing, Chan mostly hanging around the edges of the nightclub and observing the nightlife. You made your way over to him, taking another sip in order to gain the courage to strike up a conversation. 

“Sup? you feeling any better?” he asked before you had the chance to even open your mouth. 

“better. why aren’t you enjoying yourself like the others?” 

“i mean,,, i’m technically doing my job even though i’m not getting paid for it. i just like to be in charge i guess,,,” he said, getting more and more silent as he spoke. You nodded.

“i do work with stuff in real life as well” he added, to which you raised your eyebrows.

“what do you work with,,, if you don’t mind me asking!” you said, taking another sip of what tasted like Lucifer’s saliva. 

“music producer! it’s tiresome but,,, i don’t really need sleep,,, or more like i can’t sleep. lucky there’s energy drinks and naps” he said with a giggle, his dimples displaying as he chuckled, leaning against the black walls of the nightclub. 

“must be tough,,, but wait,,, i’ve never heard your music,,, and also shouldn’t you be the DJ then?” you said confused, swirling the liquid in your hand. 

“but that’s the thing y/n, all these people, every single person you see in this room lives in another universe”

You gazed at him, Chan looking straight ahead towards the crowd.

“what do you mean by different universes?” you asked to which curly haired boy cocked his eyebrow.

“we will never coexist y/n, when i tell you that we’ve tried to bring our friendships to the real world i really mean it. we will never exist in your life outside of this hub and,,, it sucks.” Chan took a pause before speaking, pondering on what to say next.

“-thats what happened with a friend we had. i’m saying had because we don’t know where they are or what adventures await them. They just,,, disappeared” Chan said mellowly, you humming in response as you took a final sip of the devil’s juice, already feeling your face heating up.

“h-how does one get out of this place,,, forever i mean” you asked, leaning back against the same wall as Chan and looking right ahead as the song changed to a slower, almost psychedelic beat. 

“when said person gets help,,, or starts to feel better or when you hit the casket, three options basically” he says with an acerbic smile. “what? Do you like Changbin?” Chan says teasingly. “you’ve been catching glances at him this entire conversation.”

He was right, you had been glancing over at Changbin occasionally, you couldn’t help it. Was it an excuse for you to look at his cute face from a distance or because you cared about him? You laughed it off but Chan turned serious.

“you know that’s it’s not possible.” he says quietly.

“what? what is not possible?”

“a relationship”

You choked on your own saliva, being blinded by the annoyingly bright strobe lights.

“a relat- ya! do you really think I have time for any of that? besides,,, i’m not really interested in Changbin.”

“who said only you should be interested?” 

Your eyes widened when Chan said that. No way could Changbin have these weird feelings to you, the feeling shouldn’t be mutual. 

“h-has Changbin said something about you?” you asked timidly, gazing over at Changbin that temporarily made eye contact across the club.

“why don’t you ask him yourself? but i’m telling you y/n,, don't get attached, you will get hurt,,, j-just like i did once” 

Sure, you understood what Chan meant. Everyone was here for the time being. One day he could disappear if he decided that the life he was living now either isn’t worth it or he takes control and makes something out of it. There comes a time where you are too tired of living the way you do and so you do something about it, no matter if it’s good or bad. 

Changbin waved his hand at you, wanting you to join him behind the bar where now Felix was standing and annoying Changbin by tickling him or whispering in his ear as he moved his body with much fluidity. You smiled, waving towards Chan shortly before you once again made your way through the crowd, feeling lightheaded but in a positive way, as if you really were forgetting reality for a moment. 

“y/n!! come!!” Changbin yelled, bouncing slightly to the typical house beat that was now playing, barely holding the bottle of gin since Felix was pestering him playfully. Changbin’s co-worker opened the wooden gate for you, smiling sweetly at you and you doing the same back, your gaze drifting down until you notice the red marks around her throat. You were often scared by people. Not by their actions but by their way to cover them up and of course, you were guilty of this too. Looking at these people you would never guess the pain that was going on inside, the surface level happiness really is surface level. You could smile genuinely towards her, you didn’t have to understand everything she was going through but you knew how it was, smiling when bridges are burning in your mind. 

Sometimes pretending hurts more. 

“Changbin!” you squealed after you had passed by his co-worker, holding the empty glass that was now nothing more but half melted ice cubes and three wedges of bright green lime. Without thinking you put the glass down on his working station and pull him into a tight hug, squeezing your body against his and feeling the warmth radiate off of him. He froze awkwardly in your arms before loosening up, wrapping his arms around you and ultimately taking in your scent that was now mostly pungent with liquor and sleep, a soft scent that Changbin couldn’t get enough off. You felt safe which was rare in a nightclub especially knowing that most people were either high or carrying weapons. But there was something about him that made you feel like home. It felt familiar, like you’d visited his soul. As if the two of you were sharing the same empty house in your heart despite you never letting anyone in, too scared to be hurt again. Maybe you could let Changbin in, maybe he was different. 

The hug lasted longer then you thought, his eyes darting all over the stuffy room before he slowly let go, taking a long inhale of the almost addictive smell. The two of you locked eyes, a shy red tinged his cheeks that was only visible due to there being a spotlight just above him. 

“can i talk to you for a second?” you asked, rather boldy which was odd. He nodded and grabbed your wrist only to pull you in behind the same black door where you once ended up in, confused and dazed. He let go of you and closed the door behind him, you standing in the middle of the room that now had tiny light standing on the floor, nothing more new then the same old shelfs and black leather couch. 

“what did you wanna talk about?,,, figured you maybe wanted to tell me somewhere more quiet”

‘Quiet’ was an overstatement, the music was making the walls shake and even though it was muffled the jumping of hundreds of people could still be heard in the small dark room where you were alone, with him. 

“ehm,,, i don’t know really,,,” you stammered, not knowing what else to say.

“is something wrong y/n? Do you need to be alone for a while? i can le-”

“no, thank you,,, i just wanna be with you.” You interrupted him, his eyebrows furrowing when you uttered the last sentence. He stepped closer to you, the soles of his shoes making a pleasant sound against the floor. You lifted your gaze at him, Changbin standing right in front of you. Beauty that could make you drool. His hair was slightly messy, temples sweaty as he had worked and fetched all kinds of bottles for hours, the grey apron marking his title in the nightclub.

“but i’m here with you! Are you playing some sort of prank on me? did chan set this up?” he chuckled with a smirk, throwing a gaze at the door before diverting it back to your glossy eyes.

“n-no,,, Changbin, I want you”

His mind went blank and so did yours.

You don’t know why you said that but it was too late. The cat was out of the bag. It was too late.

“y/n? are you drunk?” he asked, looking at you seriously and putting the back of his hand against your forehead, suspecting you might be getting sick. You shook your head in response.

“no, it was only one drink, you know? i just,,, kinda,, want you”

You grabbed his hand that was still lingering on your forehead and drew it closer to your heart, holding firmly by his wrist. The clothed valleys of your breasts made contact with the rough palm of his hand, Changbin’s eyes still glued to yours. He scoffed loudly.

“and here i was,,, thinking it was some sort of unrequited love”

It felt like his hand turned into thorns, stinging your heart. So he wanted you too. 

Changbin’s hand that rested on your boob snaked upwards, grabbing your jaw as he smiled at you briefly, tilting his head and slowly closing his eyes, attaching his rough lips on yours. Your eyes widened before they closed slowly, eyelashes fluttering in a flirty haze. This was how it felt to kiss someone you loved. It was as if a thousand fireworks ignited inside your beating heart, flying and exploding in an array of colors. A pure lightshow. 

Your hands made their way to Changbin’s angular face, cupping his cheeks and feeling his sharp cheekbones against the palms of your hands. Your noses accidentally bumped into each other as your heads tilted from left to right, a sensual pace to the kiss to which the dark haired boy chuckled, adding some laughter to the otherwise grave situation that contained the sounds of two lips smooching each other. The music was only adding to the ambiance, Changbin’s hands wandering and exploring territory on your body that was foreign to him but very well-known to you. Your wet tongues danced around to a serenade, his kiss was strong, sure to leave an unforgettable impression on you. You would want him from now on and forever. 

You moaned into the kiss as his hands rested on your ass, groping the flesh that was covered by your pyjamas-shorts. This made Changbin cock his eyebrow, pieces of his slicked back hair falling into his face as making him look like a charming 80′s prince. His fingers danced around the elastic band of your pants, fingers hooking and playfully tugging on the string, a silent plea for you to take them off. You smiled against his lips, saliva exchanging in a heavy and steamy kiss, your cheeks growing warmer by the second. 

The two figures melted into one as Changbin pulled you closer to his body, feeling his cock poke through the coarse material of his jeans against your lower abdomen. Good to know that he was enjoying this as much as you were. Your hands descended downwards, traveling along his black tight t-shirt, the jean jacket from earlier being god knows where. The contour of his abs made you smirk, you knew what he was hiding beneath these clothes that you ravenously wanted to tear up. You palmed him through his pants, earning a hiss from the male that panted heavily into the kiss. 

You broke the kiss, taking a moment to breathe as your lips were separated by a lonely string of saliva. You grabbed Changbin’s wrist, pushing him down on the leather couch as you straddled his lap, feeling his hard-on against your aching wet cunt. You wanted him so bad and here he was, in front of you for only you to devour. Changbin grabbed onto your hips, pinning them down against his cock and leaning forward to reattach his lips on yours, teeth  accidentally clicking against each other moments before your sloppy hot tongues met, feeling his tongue against the soft surface of yours. The sound of lips meeting ringed through your ears, your hips grinding against Changbin’s crotch in a steady pace, feeling your neediness grow. Your hands ran along his abdomen, sneaking them up inside his shirt and tugging on the black material of his t-shirt, pulling it above his head. What was hiding underneath his clothes was more than a pleasant surprise. Your lips moved swiftly against his jawline, peppering kisses on his delicate neck as your hands teased the supple skin of his abdomen, feeling the outline of his muscles against your touch. 

Changbin placed his hands near your stomach, pulling your oversized sleeping shirt over your head in the same fashion you did moments earlier. You gasped as the fabric danced over your now hardened nipples, freeing your tits. Of course you didn’t wear a bra when you were in the comfort of your own home but you didn’t think anyone would actually undress you, especially not Changbin. He hummed at the sight, cupping your tits in his hands that were covered in metal rings, feeling the coldness against your heated skin. You shuddered, the sensation shooting down to your dripping core. He kneaded them in his hands as you rubbed against his cock, his boner having a visible outline through his pants, you couldn’t help but to fiddle with his belt buckle, undoing it and hearing the clicking sound of the buckle hitting itself. Changbin pulled away from your swollen lips, tapping you on the thigh to step off in order for him to pull his pants down. You moved to the seat next to him on the couch, the leather sticking back as you laid down, lifting your hips up to remove your pyjama pants along with your panties that quickly hid underneath the fussy pants due to it’s rather interesting print, small teddy bears printed on the fabric. You kicked off your shoes, more like slippers that you wore indoors. 

Changbin swiftly pulled down his jeans and black boxers in one motion, throwing them close to your pile of clothes at the base of the couch. Your eyes widened, mouth watering at the pure sight of his cock, a pretty bead of precum decorating his slit, contrasting with the crimson shiny tip. A big gulp descended down your esophagus, heat tinging your cheeks. He chuckled from seeing you stare at his member with shiny doe eyes that reflected in the small lamp on the floor.

“You seem,,, intrigued” he chuckled to which you giggled, not believing that you were really in this small room together with him. 

“Y-yeah,,, maybe I am” you snarked, moving your gaze to his eyes and smiling. Only on your way upwards his well-sculpted body did you see the boy holding a small blue plastic item. You furrowed your eyebrows when Changbin opened the packet, retrieving a slightly slippery condom from inside. 

“Do we even need that?” you laughed before continuing. “I mean if nothing gets transferred to the real world neither should pregnancies or STD’s” 

Changbin tsked, rolling the condom onto his veiny cock, turning slightly away from you to avoid your intense eyes. 

“Ask Chan, he would know” Changbin said, turning back to you and making his way over to the couch.

“N-no,,, no way.” You shook your head, your mouth agape as your eyes still danced over Changbin’s buff thighs. 

“Yup, knocked up a girl” he said, suppressing a laugh. “And that’s why y/n, you never think with your dick”.

“Being completely honest,,, I expected more from Chan, he seems really,,, responsible” you remarked, Changbin hovering over you and placing a soft kiss on your lips, his hands on either side of your figure.

“He is but I think love is his weak spot or more like,,, lack of love. He often confuses love with either sex, money or fame,,, might I even say drugs.” 

You simply nodded not knowing what more to add to the conversation, Changbin’s fingers tracing small circles around your nipples, sneaking them down between your legs where your cunt was aching after him. Anything, as long as it was him. His middle- and ring finger dipped into your heat, feeling the wetness between your folds causing you to hold on to Changbin’s sturdy shoulder. Without warning his fingers entered your dripping hole, fingers curling upwards and grazing your g-spot. You flinched, feeling his cold metal rings against your clit. The dark haired boy shushed, reassuring you that you were in safe hands and that he would make you feel good. Nothing else mattered besides you. 

His fingers grazed your velvety walls, thrusting up into your cunt with just enough vigor to make you clutch to his bicep, the firm muscles making you swoon. You whined, spreading your legs even wider, your left leg hanging over the leather couch, sticking to your thigh as your body was heating up from arousal. The wet sounds of Changbin’s fingers playing with your cunt along with your soft whimpers were louder than the music outside, you pressing your head back onto the couch, rubbing your hair on the material. Changbin licked his plump lips upon seeing your face contorting into all kinds of lewd facial expressions, his cock needing to feel your warmth wrapped around it. The pad of his thumb played with your clit, laying it flat against the nub and teasing it in small circles causing tears to prickle in the corners of your shut eyes. 

“a-are you alright y/n?” he whispered softly in your ear, kissing the shell of your ear. You nodded, your hands cupping your tits, pinching your hardened nipples, adding pleasure and heat to the burning in your core. Changbin pulled out his fingers, putting the slick covered digits in his mouth and watching you with hawk eyes as he lapped up your juices, humming in delight. 

“fuck you taste so good angel” he stated, making you blush, covering your face with your hands. Changbin chuckled, tapping the tip of his dick against your swollen clit and aligning himself with your entrance. You moaned from the sensations, wrapping your legs around him to pull him in, you growing impatient the more he teased. 

“p-please fuck me Changbin” you said uttered in a faint voice, barely audible due to the music. It was as if his eyes tinged with a dark color, full of lust. His eyes were hooded, looking down at you with half closed lids, sighing loudly with sexual frustration. He wanted to destroy you, make you his but he had to hold onto his composure. Holding you firmly by your hips he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside you, grunting at the warmness that comforted him. You hissed, biting the inside of your cheek, your nose scrunching up at the feeling of being stretched out by his girthy length. 

“can I go all the way? does it feel alright?” he asked. You answered with a small “yes”, more worried about the door being unlocked, anyone could burst through the door in seconds only to witness Changbin fucking you on the couch. That thought was quickly wiped from your mind as his cock stuffed into your cunt, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he slowly thrusts into you, using the hands on your hips as a way to guide him, nailing your cervix with each movement. The tips of his ears turned red, the silver chain around his neck reflecting on the dim light in the room as it rocked back and forward above you. You placed your hands around his wrists, looking boldly into his eyes with, a feeling brewing inside you that was hard to describe. It was titillation mixed with yearning. You knew you got him here. He was safe in your arms. You wanted to save him from everything bad in this world but how is that possible when you can’t even save yourself?

“c-changbin” you said in broken syllables, his thrusts only quickening. “changbin!” you repeated, shutting your eyes tightly, curling your toes in pleasure as a string of pretty moans melodically fell from your mouth along with his name. You couldn’t take it, his cock ramming into you in a both mindful and eager manner causing you to claw at his forearms, nails digging into the soft skin. Your tongues were once again caught in a kiss, the taste of your tongue being irresistible to the boy but not sure if it was your love that was drawing him in or the subtle taste of liquor from earlier. His lips felt parched against your, his tongue gliding on your bottom lip before kissing it, his saliva feeling hot in your mouth. The boy above you pulled away for a moment.

“you’re so pretty like this y/n,, fuck, i think i love you”

You gulped but your silence was soon cut off from Changbin slamming his hips against yours, his cock hitting your that specific spot that made you go crazy, the familiar feeling of your orgasm penting up inside you. You moaned with desperation, the lewd sounds bouncing off the dark colored walls. This was music for Changbin’s ears. His grunts accompanied by your whimpers and the squelching sound of your walls engulfing his dick so tightly, the sounds alone was heaven for him. With every move against your body you felt the well-acquainted smell of cigarettes that you could almost feel in your lungs, an addictive scent. 

“i love you too, Changbin” you mumbled, slurring on your words from nervousness, feeling shy even though you were naked in front of him. He smiled, peering down at you as his hair fell from it’s perfect gelled state. You smiled softly at him, his cheeks slowly turning a red that matched his lips. Your moans turned to borderline screams, his cock twitching inside of you as he slowly got closer to his sweet release. Clenching around him, Changbin grabbed bent your legs towards you, gently rolling his head backwards as the pace got quicker. 

“i’m g-gonna cum! don’t stop!” you yelped, your heart thumping at the speed of light, tiny sweat droplets forming on your forehead. Changbin reached so deep inside of you causing you to thrash around, fiercely trying to grip to the edges of the couch. The burning in your core got intense, it felt as if a thousand stars were falling at the same time, bursting with amativeness. The sudden feeling of warmth took over your body, a pleasant tingle surging. A breathy moan leaving you stunned, grabbing onto Changbin’s hands that were pushing your knees towards you. Just as your orgasm washed over you like a ton of bricks falling to the ground, your body jolted with the last couple of powerful thrusts, a loud gasp slipping from his lips. His girthy cock released it’s seed into the condom, his hot breath lingering near you. 

He let go of your quivering legs, them flopping down on either side of him. Your chest heaved up and down as you breathed through your parted lips. Changbin pulled off, carefully removing the condom and discarding it somewhere on the floor. He snuggled close to you on the narrow couch, pressing his sweaty body against yours, taking a moment to catch his breath before speaking.

“So you love me too?” he chuckled. You turned to face him, looking deep into his dark brown eyes that looked pitch black in the dim light. After a loud exhale you answered him.

“No, I think I can’t live without you” you whispered, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. His stable breath tickled against your chin, your eyes slowly closing as Changbin was observing your features that he found insanely attractive. And it was even more attractive that you were his. But this couldn’t last.

“You know this is not possible y/n” he said with sadness in his voice as he gulped, his adams apple protruding. You knew it, the thing you dreamt of wasn’t possible since the two of you didn’t exist in each other's worlds. 

“I feel fucking stupid” you said with closed eyes, sighing after your words. Changbin shook his head. 

“Don’t give up that easily y/n, we can try”. He was right but what relationship was only visible in the darkness of a nightclub? Only a promiscuous one. Yet, you didn’t want to give up. Not matter what kind of relationship it was you wanted to be with him. 

“So,,, what does that mean? That we are-”

“Dating, I guess” he added shortly, the corner of his lips lifting upwards. It sounded weird in your ears. Dating someone you had only met a couple of times but it felt right. This was where you belonged. In his arms, away from all your demons. He truly cared for you, not like the others. He was unlike those in your life that said that they cared but never wanted to know more than the surface level of your character. He wanted to know everything about you. Your hurt, your sorrows, your pain but also your happiness, your joy and your solace. He wanted to know you. 

Your hands trailed up and down his upper arms, his skin feeling soft against your touch. The two of you cuddled like this for a while, Changbin running his hands along your hair, its smell reminding him of a green meadow of millions of flowers in all shapes, colors and sizes. He didn’t want to leave but if he wasn’t back in the bar the boys would start looking for him and the last thing he wanted was 7 boys teasing him for getting it on. You were more than a hookup. More than just a fling. 

Changbin stood up, squinting his eyes in order to look for his clothes and finding them scattered all over the room. He pulled his underwear and jeans over his lower body before pulling his shirt over his top half, the black t-shirt sitting snugly around his muscles. He ran a hand through his dark hair, shaking his head before smirking at you. Such a tease. 

“Do you have to leave?” you asked with a whiny voice, your arms felt empty once again. He nodded.

“i’m afraid so, don’t want them thinking I've been transported back without them knowing, they get worried but that’s only natural I guess.” 

You nodded back, putting your cheek against the leather on the seat, your arm hanging straight down, the back of your hand limp against the floor. 

“Get dressed if you want to have some more fun or you can chill here for a moment but I have to warn you, that door doesn’t have a lock” Changbin said, pointing at the only door in the room. 

“i’ve already noticed that” you remarked, grabbing your panties and only after you’ve pulled them halfway up your thigh did you see Changbin smirking at you.

“You’re cuter than I thought” he said, pointing at your teddy bear panties with his chin, stepping closer to you. You looked away, biting your lip in embarrassment as you felt his hand on your hair, ruffling it sloppily. 

“You’re making fun of me!” you said back with a pout, pulling your pyjama pants over your bottom. 

“yeah, because you’re adorable” he said, placing a peck on your lips. You wanted more of him. He was simply addictive. 

But not even this universe wanted to see you two together.

Your eyelids got heavier, your eyebrows furrowing at the familiar yet distant feeling. It felt unknown until you saw the small specks clouding up your vision once again. 

“y/n? y/n, how are you?” Changbin said with worry, grabbing you by your shoulders and looking at your apathetic gaze. “N-no, y/n, don’t leave now”

You didn’t want to but you didn’t decide when you left. 

You harshly held Changbin in your arms, putting your forehead against his shoulder, rubbing against it. Changbin slowly put his hands around you, patting your back as salty tears rolled down your warm cheek, putting wet stains on his shirt. 

“shh,,, it’s ok y/n, are you feeling dizzy?” he asked carefully to which you nodded mellowly, your bottom lip quivering as the multicolored boxes of light flashed before your eyes. The room felt unstable, like your legs wouldn’t hold you much longer and they didn’t when you collapsed into Changbin’s arms, him holding you tightly to his chest as your knees buckled. Your voice was unstable, a silent cry pleading to be heard.

“I love you” you whispered in a frail voice. The ear-deafening music from outside was tuning out from your hearing, your words slurring at the end as you repeated yourself for the last time. 

“I love y-you”

Changbin was left hugging air, his arms empty as he opened his sparkling eyes. He was close to tears because he was left there. Without you. 

“HEY! WHERE IS- oh” 

Jisung burst through the black door, the six other boys standing close behind him as they looked around the room, eventually catching eye contact with Changbin.

“She went home” Changbin said softly, letting his arms fall to the sides. Jisung inched closer to him, patting him on the shoulder where your tears were still left as a souvenir of your love. 

“She’ll come back, don’t worry about it” Jisung said with a reassuring smile, leading Changbin to the door, out of the room that smelled like sex and tenderness.

“Euw,, what is this doing here? Does nobody know how to clean up?” Felix said pointing at the used condom on the floor. Changbin’s face went cold, stopping dead in his tracks. 

“is it yours or something Changbin?” Hyunjin laughed, pushing the youngest, Jeongin, in a fit of laughter. 

The room went quiet after Hyunjin’s cold laughter. It was pretty obvious.

“YOU FUCKED HER?” Jisung screamed in Changbin’s ear, making him flinch away and holding his ear in pain. The room filled with all sorts of teasing sounds, everything from “ooh~" to “AYE” in obnoxious voices. 

“Luckily he used a condom!” Minho snarled, glancing over at Chan that was ready to beat Minho into pulp. Chan sighed, regretting that he didn’t shove the condom in Minho’s smirky face. 

“No but seriously you guys, y/n is more than you think. It’s not just another person I fucked, she actually means something to me.” 

Just when Changbin thought he had something special some of the boys started laughing even harder, ruffling his hair and poking his cheeks.

“yeah right,,, what? are you guys dating or something?” Seungmin asked, rolling his eyes.

“yes, i’m serious you guys! I love her,,,” he said with a frown, already missing your touch.

“What idiot gets into a relationship 3 months before they have to go to rehab?” Minho says, retrieving a cigarette from the red packaging in the pocket of his leather jacket. 

Oh fuck. 

Rehab.

When someone recovers from their pain is when you disappear from the club. You are no longer a lost soul. You are no longer lost within yourself. And that’s when you return to the real world, your real world. 

Keeping secrets in a relationship was deceitful in Changbin’s eyes. If you belong to someone you should be as transparent as the liquor he poured into his ice cold glass every evening. He felt guilty. You poured your heart out for him, telling him everything that had hurt for so many years and here he was, pretending. He did that a lot, mainly because he was taught to be a reliable man. It wasn’t manly to feel. 

Which is why he left his home at a young age. He didn’t care if he worked a minimum wage job and lived in a destitute area, he was content as long as he didn’t live with his parents. But when you live alone it’s not rare that isolation creeps up on you and strokes your cheek with a feather light touch, inviting you over to a dance with the demons that would soon cloud up your mind. Alcohol was Changbin’s comfort. It was the only one that didn’t fail to reassure him. It was as if the bottles spoke to him, promising him that a life intoxicated was better than the life he was currently living. 

And he fell for it.

Every time.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to live a life that is actually worth living. Change comes from within but he needed help and he had only recently realized that he had a problem, that these toxic liquids were what’s keeping him from chasing the dream life. He didn’t dream of much, just the average life would be more than enough, with someone he loved. 

But what was he supposed to do?

Take the step to recover or continue his addiction for the sake of being with you?

The demons whispered softly in his ears.

Life or Love?

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Where You Belong.

It'd been two weeks since their breakup— if you can even classify it, as one.

Their relationship wasn't always rocky. Y'lan did everything to make sure that she was happy and taken care of and she did the same for him, but Cici began to feel neglected as time went on.

His job started to become his main focus and petty arguments became an everyday occurrence, until she got tired and moved out of his apartment, and into one of her own.

As of late, she's been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.

"So... when do I get the pleasure of seeing you, again?" Standing at the bottom of the steps, Cici and her new favorite man candy stand centimeters away from each other's lips, underneath the orange hued sun.

"Hm, you might be luckier than you think." The smitten man peers down at her, placing wet kisses on her lips.

"Mm., yo pretty ass better call me."

"Maybe I will....," she steps away from him and towards the door, her hand placed on the handle. "Maybe I won't."

"It's like that?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Always. Goodnight.," she sing-songs, unlocking the door and disappearing behind it.

Kicking her furry slides off, she sighs as the fluffy rug aides to her aching feet. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way down the hall.

"Hello?," she answers, not even caring to look at the caller ID.

"So, you movin' on and ain't think to tell me?," Y'lan's irritated voice sounds through, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We gotta do this, tonight? I just had a great day and you're ruining it."

"Well, excuse me for being a fucking inconvenience.—"

"Yes., excuse you. You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve, calling me just to fuss at me about some shit that don't even fucking concern you.—"

"Since when does this not concern me?”

"Since your job became your whole fucking like, Y'lan!, are you kidding me?!" The huff that sounds on his end, further pisses her off.

"You just stopped caring. You were always working and always tired and I tried my hardest to be present, while you just sat there. You weren't the man that I feel in love with, anymore."

"Cici, I've been trying to apologize for the longest time, now. I know I wasn't there, like I should've been."

"Well, it's too late for that."

"Why?"

"Cause, I've been doin' this song and dance with you for too fucking long!," she leans against the wall by her bedroom. "I'm sure you out there fucking 'who knows what', so stop worrying about what I'm doing."

She hangs up and heads into her room, face planting onto the sheets and instantly knocking out.

Somewhere around midnight, Cici’s awaken by incessant banging on her front door.

"Ugh!", as she saunters down the hall, the banging grows louder, instantly annoying her. "Okay... either shut the fuck up or wait for me to open the door."

"Open it up, then." Rolling her eyes, she unlocks it and snatches it open, watching him walk in like he owns the place. Closing and locking the door back behind herself, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage damn near spilling over.

Y'lan stands a few feet away from her, giving her a hard glare. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit."

"You're such a fucking baby. I didn't give enough of a shit to hear you explain whatever it is that made you act like I was no longer your girlfriend. I moved on and you should too, quit—"

"What?!," he cuts her off. She holds up her pointer finger in his direction.

"—quit!, calling me and harassing me about what and who I'm doing." His brow raises.

"Oh, so that's why you been hangin' up on me and shit. You got a new man in them walls and forgot, huh?" He strides over to her, now just a few inches from her face.

"I'm not a woman that waits. You know that. I've got needs and you weren't fulfilling them. Where's your roster of hoes at?"

"You really think I'm just out here fucking? That's all I'm about?" He questions, a crease in his left brow.

"That's how you used to be, who's to say that it still isn't?"

"Me!," he yells, pointing to his chest. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're what's wrong with me. I hate you.," she snarls, pushing him back. He grips her wrist, beaming back, this time closer to her face.

"You need that attitude fixed."

"Fix it, then."

————

A thick, sticky air shrouds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans and grunts compete against the incessant slapping of their skin.

"Fuuuckk.... you feel so damn good, baby," she moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, again.

"Wet ass pussy.... I should fuckin' kill you." He grunts, before wrapping his large hand around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.

"Ahn! I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up." Her hand reaches out for his thigh, as he begins to hit her spot.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum on this dick." Her body jerks twice, while her pouty and swollen lips allow her foul praises, through.

"Come're." Pulling her up by her hair, his thrusts pick up speed, leaving her mouth to hang ajar.

"He gave it to you like this?"

"Nooooo.... fuck!" She quietly answers, making him move his hand back around her neck, tightly.

"I can't hear you, baby.... say it again." He grunts, dipping his hips into hers.

"No, baby!"

"He make you cum like I do?"

"No— unh!" Her toes curl, feeling him slow down some to dig into her.

"Then, why you keep fuckin' playin' with me, baby?" Moving his hand up to grab her chin, he speeds back up, the clapping of their skin refills the room.

"I'm n-not playiiiiinnng!— unh!, unh!, unh!,..." her fingers grip onto the foot board for dear life.

"I'm sorry!," she cries, feeling another orgasm brewing.

"You sorry, huh?!"

"Yes!"

"You sorry for givin' Daddy's pussy away?" Her eyes roll back as every thrust begins to hit her spot.

"Fuck— yesssss,"

"For tellin' Daddy how much you hate him?" He emphasizes his pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her.

"I didn't mean it, Daddy! Fuck, I love this dick!" Her head hangs forward.

"Ohh fuuccck.... aah! I love this dick, babyyy— I love you!"

"I love yo bratty ass, too. Throw that shit back on Daddy." She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her.

"Feels so good, Daddy!" One hand grips his forearm and the other searches for something to latch onto.

"You boutta cum again, baby?" He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her tightening cove.

"Ffff—" her eyes roll back as her peak begins to rear its head.

"Talk to me, babygirl."

"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Her body hunches forward as her essence drips down her leg. She reaches back for his thigh, pulling him closer.

"Don't st-stop," her top half goes limp on the bed, giving him more leverage to demolish her without a fight.

"Fuck!, I'm gonna cum, again!" Her legs begin to tremble as he third orgasm rushes through, just as quick, making way for another. She presses a hand over her clit, hissing at the overstimulation.

"–—shhhiiiiiit!" Her quaking frame almost hits the ground as she cums again. His big hands hold her up, continuing to dig into her.

"Okay, baby!..... I can't take it— fuck!, ooh!, ooh!, ooh!...." replaying like a broken record, she squeezes against him. He moans in response, stilling for a second.

"You can't handle it, huh?"

"You're killing me, baby... I need a break—" pulling her up from the bed, he presses her against the wall and wraps his hand around the front of her throat.

"You don't deserve a fuckin' break.," the venom in his speech makes her thighs clench around him. "You gon' take all this dick, you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy,." The lust in her eyes doubles for him. She grabs the back of his head and smashes their lips together, moaning as he grips her fat ass with both hands.

Reaching between them with her free hand, she guides the head of his dick back between her slit, her mouth dropping open as he slides back inside.

"All that shit,..." he reminds her, digging as deep as possible.

"Oh shit...,—it feels so good, baby!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face.

"Shit... you test my patience... all the fucking time.," he growls in her ear, causing a smile to break out on her lips.

"Only, because you let me." Laying her head back on the wall, she stares at him, biting down on her lip at the way his muscles flex.

"I got you that spoiled, huh?" He asks. She nods, closing her eyes as the pleasure begins to slowly build.

"Yes, baby." Pulling her away from the wall, he lays her back on the bed, beginning to move against her, like a serpent. Her hands latch onto his back.

"Oh!," her lips part, her moans swallowed in his many kisses. "Fuck, baby!"

"You feel me, girl?" He grunts against her lips.

"Yes... I feel youuuu!"

"You want this nut, babygirl?"

"Yesss, gimme that nut....," lifting her legs up, she grips the back of her thighs, giving him the leverage he needs.

"Unh,.... such a fucking brat." His hands fall above hers, gripping her flesh as he drives into her, madly.

"Fuck meeee!," she moans, digging her nails into his thighs.

His deep moans multiply as he gets closer, the muscles is his back working overtime, flexing underneath the streetlights outside her window.

"Shit!, I'ma bust all in this shit, you hear me?"

"Yes baby!," she screeches, clenching around him.

"Ah shit... uh! Fuck.... mmmm!," his pounding comes to an abrupt stop as his orgasm rushes through him. His head lolls back at the feeling.

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Webs and Awkwardness P.P

Peter Parker x Bestfriend! Reader

Summary: Walking into your best friend’s room to find out he is Spiderman is terrible as it is, but what comes after is even worse, when Peter rips your t-shirt in the process…

Based on this prompt

Warnings: A couple of bad words (Mostly from May) and a little suggestiveness. Supportive Aunt May, and flustered Peter ;)

Word Count: 1.9k words

Posted May 2, 2021

Here is my Masterlist, in case you wanted to check it out :)

“Hey Aunt May!” you greeted, walking into the apartment. She smiled, hugging you.

“Good evening Y/N!” She gestured over to the pile of books in your arms. “Studying for a test?”

Nodding tiredly, you answered. “Physics...and Peter is probably the only one in the class who is passing. So I desperately need his help.”

Aunt May laughed, pointing to his room. “Thank god he is still doing his work, with being cooped up in his room all the time. Not to mention being so distant after getting that internship from that Stark guy.” She shook her head, primarily to herself. “I don’t like him too much.”

You smiled, thanking her before making your way to Peter’s room, knocking softly. There was no response. You did it again but figured Peter might be too engrossed in making something. So you went in.

And you will never forget the shock that went through your body. In the middle of the room, standing half-naked with only his boxers, was your best friend, Peter Parker. But that wasn’t what shocked you. What made you gasp was the clothing that pooled at his feet. Red and blue. Black lines crisscrossed over it. But even then, you wouldn’t overthink about red and blue clothes. The mask in his palm,, though said everything.

“It’s not-uh not what it looks like!” Peter shouted, haphazardly throwing the mask to the side. It didn’t help his case because the second he threw it, a light red light illuminated the ceiling, showing the iconic logo we all knew. “I’m uh, not- I promise it is not- this it just a- Oh god”,, Peter rambles on, kicking the suit back so harshly that it hits the wall hard, making a small dent before it crumples to the floor.

You could feel your eyes widen, looking at Peter in amazement and then the mask. Almost comically, you come closer, observing his face and then shamelessly looking up and down his body, eyes zeroing on his abs.

“You’re Spiderman. Peter Parker is Spiderman. My best friend is Spiderman.” You say slowly, trying to get it into your head. Peter nodded, trying to judge what you were going to say or do.

“I-”

“It all makes sense now!” you exclaimed, sitting down on the bed, knowing if you kept standing, you were going to pass out or something.

“What?” Peter asked eyebrows scrunched up. Out of all the possible things you could’ve said, that was the least expected one. The most expected one was a hit to the face,, and maybe then you would run out of the apartment.

“It’s- uh- now I understand. How you magically got rid of your glasses,”

“I got contacts”, Peter interjected, biting his lip.

“-no,, you didn’t. I asked May where you got your contacts from,, and she told me you didn’t have any.” Peter looked down, knowing that story went for a toss.

“Then how you also got abs overnight, as well as your overall muscles”, you said, gesturing to his body. Peter became bright red but made no move to put anything on.

“After that, you would never answer my calls in the night. For a bit, I thought you were ignoring me or at some girl’s house-”

“I wasn’t!” Peter shouted, then looked back at the door to see if his aunt heard him.

You nodded, thinking of other things. “Plus, you never speak about the internship, even though it was what you did most of the time.”

Peter hung his head down, now feeling bad about not telling you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just couldn’t let people know who I am and then if they saw Spiderman coming into your house-the-they might start targeting you-an-and you might get hurt. I-I couldn’t live with myself if that happened to you be-because of me.”

You nodded, the seriousness of the situation hitting you suddenly. But in real life, it hit Peter. Well, you hit Peter.

“HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME? BAD GUYS TARGETTING ME IS BAD AS IT IS, BUT THEM TRYING TO KILL YOU?! YOU COULD HAVE ASKED ME FOR HELP! I SWEAR TO GOD PETER PARKER, YOU WOULD WISH THAT THE BAD GUYS HURT YOU AFTER WHAT I DO TO YOU!” you walked closer threateningly. Peter’s eyes widened. No matter who he went against, even if it was Captain America, no one would be more frightening than you when you were mad.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, Peter mumbled, moving back further. He didn’t even realize that he was halfway up the wall at this point, his face touching the ceiling.

“Get down here Parker!”

“Okay”, Peter squeaked, jumping down with impressive skills. “I’m s-” He went to apologize again but was cut off by you.

“Come here”, you said softly, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug, feeling his warm skin touch yours.

“Oh, this is nice”, he mumbled, hugging you back.

“You know how I would feel if someone came and told me my best friend died because of saving a city? Do you know how much I would stress out each night about you being Spiderman and fighting people twice or thrice your age?”

“Yeah”, Peter whispered against your skin, lips tickling your neck. “That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

You sighed softly. “But do you know how much it would hurt to know that you got hurt when I couldn’t help you? Just because I didn’t know that you were Spiderman?”

Peter stayed quiet, but his grip on you tensed up, clutching you tightened.

You pulled back, looking him in his chocolate eyes. “Please don’t keep things to yourself. Not with pressure like this. I know the Hulk or Iron Man might be there to help you, but tell me you’re alright. Just every now and then?” By this time, you could feel your throat closing, as you can feel tears prickling the sides of your eyes. Peter nodded, pulling you back in his embrace.

“I will. Plus, who will you come to to get Physics answers if I die?”

“Shut up!”, you laughed, leaving the hug but keeping your arm around his shoulder.

“So Mr Spiderman, how do you stick to buildings? And shoot webs? Do you make webs? Oh my god, are you part spider? Do you grow legs when you are outside fighting crime?”

Peter looked confused, listening to you babble on and on, but then chuckled. “With my suit that Mr Stark made. I make my webs. No I’m not part spider and of course not!”

“Wait, can I see the webs?”, you asked, curiosity blooming in your chest.

Peter shrugged. “Sure” Going over to his desk drawer, he opened it, pulling out a couple fancy technology gadgets. “Here, just press on this button.”

Gingerly taking it from him, you touched the button, not expecting such a light, featherlike touch to make it go on. Suddenly, a white stringy web hit Peter’s hand, jerking him towards you.

“Woah!”, he exclaimed as he banged into you.

“I’m sorry!”

“No probl-” he began, as he pushed himself off you, but one part stuck. His right hand was situated right on your chest, stuck with his web.

“Peter! Get your hand off!”

His mouth opened and closed, looking like a fish. “Uh-I’m sorry, you just- I grabbed onto the first thing, I mean, I didn’t try and grab your boob, oh god- I just-here let me-damn it, two hours.”

“What are you talking about? What’s two hours?” You asked, trying to concentrate on anything but Peter’s calloused hand on your thin shirt.

“Uh, I don’t know how to tell you this but uh-”, Peter looked incredulously at, his hand, quickly glancing at the ceiling. “The web takes two hours to dissolve. And I just ran out of web dissolver…The only one left is on the roof”

“Seriusly? Pete! You can’t...- your hand is on my boob!”

“I’m sorry, I promise, I can’t feel anything. Well, no, I can feel something, but that’s not what I meant! Um-”

You sighed, looking up to see Peter’s face close to your’s. “You’re Spiderman! Just pull your hand off or something?”

“Uh-ye-yeah sure”, he said hesitantly. Giving a couple small tugs, nothing came off, but then he got annoyed, and yanked his hand back.

Not the best decision.

Instead of his hand coming off the shirt, the shirt came with him, tearing off your body. Gasping, you threw your hand to your chest, covering yourself up. “Peter!”

“Oh god, oh my god!” Peter blushed hard, the pink going all the way across his body as he looked at the cut up cloth in his palm. As you tried to find something to cover yourself up with, Peter’s ears twitched.

“Shit!”, he whispered, running over to me. “May is coming here!”

“How the heck can you hear that?”

“Super-hearing…”

“Of course”

“Y/N! May can’t know I’m spiderman! She won’t allow me to do these things otherwise…”

You stuttered, looking around the room. “Quick! Hide the suit.”

Running over to his mask, you grabbed it, throwing it under the bed, while he jumped up and hid his suit in the small slot on the roof. Hearing her footsteps now, you ran over to Peter’s hoodie, but it was too late.

May opened the door. “Hey guys, you want some Indian for dinne- What are you doing!?”

You couldn’t blame her. It looked bad. Peter without any clothes but his boxers on, and your shirt torn open, revealing your red, lacy bra underneath.

“We-we aren’t doing- any-anything May!”, you half yelled, embarrassment flooding your body.

“Yeah, no, we are not- she doesn’t-uh”, Peter said, looking at my torn shirt as he quickly pushed me behind him, not wanting to show his aunt what I wa wearing.

“Um, okay. Kids, I don’t know what’s happening, but just, uh, use protection and don’t be too loud-”

“MAY!” Peter said, hands covering his face. “We aren’t doing anything!”

“Uh huh. Sure….”, she said. “With how much you talk about how beautiful Y/N is, I can’t believe it took this long for you to tell her. But maybe don’t sleep on the first date? I mean, I know you are 19, and it’s your decision.. ”

“NO MAY!” Peter said, glancing back at me, cheeks flooded with pink.

“Also, perhaps lend Y/N your shirt or something. Considering you ruined hers? And wear some clothes when you get out.”

With that, she left the room, winking at me and mouthing to Peter, “It’s under the bathroom sink…”

Peter groaned, falling on his bead, head still in his arms. “I’m so sorry for May! I don’t know what- I didn’t mean to- your shirt-”

You laughed, pulling Peter’s midtown hoodie over your ripped shirt. “It’s honestly fine Pete. Let’s go eat some food. And maybe after that, you can ask me out on that date you’ve been meaning to do?”

Smirking slightly, you walked out of the room, kissing Peter on the cheek and taking pride in leaving him behind in his room, stuttering a nervous “Yes”.

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I hope this is good, and I did the story justice anon! Thanks so much for requesting this, and I would love to have a couple more to write since you all have such good ideas :) Until next time!

[echo-of-sounds]

you don’t make it to the bedroom pt.2

Small smut drabbles of having a quickie with Hizashi and Gang Orca.

Yamada Hizashi

“What’s wrong?”

“I hate everyone,” you carped, lugging your bag onto the table. Your laptop clunked loudly, but you could not care less and tossed your jacket over it, hiding the stupid work from your eyes.

“Everyone?”

“Yes.” You wanted to sound angry. The arms circling your waist prevented that, easing your voice. The lips also helped. So didn’t the lean chest pressing to your back. You leaned into his kisses, muttering, “Not everyone I guess.”

Hizashi rubbed your sides, humming some song you couldn’t place. It quickly calmed your mind, maybe a little too much. The arousal wedging between you was a bonus. He softly mused into your ear, “Why don’t you let me help. Sit on the table for me, baby.”

You spun and hopped up, spreading your legs. Gracefully fingers reached under your skirt and removed your underwear. It was replaced with his mouth, kissing your clit, pumping it with his lips. His quirk amplified his lip’s vibrations as he whispered against you, “Your pussy’s taste so fucking good-” His tongue flowed fully, broadly into you a few times. “-So fucking good.”

He cradled your thighs, keeping his access wide open. Loose hair blocked his eyes. You brushed it back to see them closed, focusing on sucking your clit. His nose pressed close. He was mumbling something, but you didn’t bother listening, completely content with just feeling the attention.

One suck ended in a bite. You gasped, dropping your head back, forearms resting on the table. You breathed for him, “Come here.”

In the span of a second, Hizashi stood, pulled himself out, and pushed inside, moaning with you. He untucked your shirt and effortlessly, swiftly unbutton all the buttons. It hung open, giving him liberty to pry your bra down and suck on your breasts.

Once attached, he began thrusting. He sunk heavily and withdrew abruptly. It was hurried, uneven, and just what you needed. Your fingers drifted into his pants to dig your nails into his ass’s skin. A groan sounded right before biting your nipple. It drove your nails deeper, in turn goading his hips to hump harder.

You moaned his name. The thrusts turned upward, forcing lewd sounds from both of you, especially from both of your lips, lecherous and needy. “Holy fuck, right there.”

Hizashi kept the motion. The table creaked with your bodies. Something prodded your spine. You paid it no mind, scratching up his back to his shoulder blades, hiking his shirt with you, messing his clothing just like he did yours. The cold metal of his belt jolted your clit, flattening, pinning painfully and wonderfully.

“Fuck, Hizashi, fuck, keep going,” you gushed.

He groaned at your nail’s continuous pricking but refused to release from your nipple, sucking sensitive skin raw. A few more tough thrusts later, you found your high, moaning into, marking up, and humping with him until your muscles slouched.

You gathered his hair tight as he nursed, rutting your laxed body. He suddenly slipped out. You jerked him off, watching while he came onto your skirt, still suckling, breathing intensely through his nose. Teeth closed in.

You half-laughed, half hissed, “Hizashi, you need to let go.”

His lips stiffened around your nipple. He remained between your legs, now hugging your waist, cuddling your chest. You relaxed to the table, choosing to let him stay, having no energy or real reason to fight with him.

Gang Orca

The door closed. The lock clicked. Kugo snagged your hand, stopping you from heading into the bedroom, and twirled you back to him. A tongue landed on your neck. You laughed, “What’s up, Kugo?”

“This dress looks beautiful on you,” he hummed. A finger traced up your exposed thigh to the top of your hips, playing with the long, flowing material. “I’m unsure if you noticed the man at the table beside us. He kept looking at your legs.” His tongue flicked your lips. “All night long.”

“I didn’t notice. I was staring at you the whole time,” you condoled as you loosened his tie. Your fingers stroked out from his neck, across his broad shoulders, and fondled his wide biceps. The shirt didn’t hide their power.

“So was I.” You smiled at his softened eyes. His tongue took the opportunity to brush into your mouth. Its heft prompted a moan and provoked your hips to press against his legs. One thigh tried to push forward, but it caught on the long dress.

Kugo didn’t fight with it. Instead, he picked you up by your sides. You hugged his neck and wrapped your legs around him. The dress draped off to the sides, allowing his hips to meet your panties. The protective jealousy seeped downward and through his pants.

You sighed around his tongue at his unusual boldness. It drifted farther. Your back connected to a wall, and it edged almost too deep. You couldn’t ask anything with it inside. Not that you minded. It was a welcomed change of pace.

Hands moved to your thighs, holding you flush to him. Blindly and blunderingly, you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. A groan rumbled when you pulled him out. He sat thick, firm, and solid on your palm. Your fingers didn’t circle him while you frisked him and yourself, preparing for the stretch.

But eagerness took over. Both of you were ready- very, very ready. You pulled your underwear to the side, lined him up, and slowly tried to nudge him in, wetly whimpering at the strain.

The stifling, washing tongue finally left your mouth. Kugo rasped, “Don’t force it. I don’t want-”

He popped in. You yelped. He huffed, banging a fist to the wall as he rushed inside, your weight sinking you halfway. He asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.”

Your body was shifted into a better position, waiting for the slight pang to fade. It eased with his tongue lapping your neck. Taking it to mean you were good enough, you started grinding. It was a little awkward in his hold, but his size still gave plenty of pleasure. Yet he remained still. You whined his name.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Kugo, please… I’m almost…” You gasped at the tiniest buck. “God, just start.”

Claws hooked your ass and he took his first thrust. You swore and cursed and cussed as they continued, slamming up into your thighs, jostling your back against the wall. Each one dove deeper and deeper, harassing your front wall beautifully.

His chest flattened to yours. Heat trapped between you, stifling your moans. He rutted your body, drumming, heaving, “I’m already…”

“Fuck, me too.” You clung to and bit his shirt through the ride. Water coated your eyes at the tension. But it was nothing compared to how wet you felt once he came, releasing everything into you, not slowing until you followed, ripping at his arms, moaning through your teeth.

The slosh and slapping died as quick as all of this started. You felt full and sticky despite some of it drizzling out of you, gluing to your skin and dress.

“Oh my God.” you sighed. Your fingers wouldn’t grip any longer. Your legs slacked.

“Sorry for acting so hastily.”

“Don’t be. That was great.”

Kugo copied your drowsiness, expanding his chest with a yawn. He then carried you to the bedroom, keeping himself inside you the whole walk.

[sparetimeimagines]

Choices | Miya Osamu

tags; betrayal, smut, oral, body worship, Atsumu being an asshole

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Head tuckered in between his arms, lips locked and sweat glistening the skin making them slick, you had Atsumu right where you wanted him. His hand brushes against your thigh, sliding to your sweet cunt, cuffing it’s purring folds until you’re pulling into his touch.

“I want you.” You murmur into his ear, your teeth nipping at the lobe. Your pants drip from your tongue until he begins rubbing aggressively whilst his lips attack your neck.

“I know.” He smirks kissing your neck, moving to your chin and finally your lips.

Mesmerizing lips, those you need today more than others.

“Then do something about it.” You smirk, tugging at his shirt when the bedroom door throws itself open without warning.

“Bro, she’s here!” A hushed whisper interrupts your session forcing Atsumu out of your gasp.

“Chiyo.”

Chiyo... the one he told you he left. The one he told you he had nothing to do with anymore... that Chiyo.

Your brows raise in his direction as he throws a sweater over his head and shifts from his brother to you and back to his brother.

“You can’t be here.” Atsumu says in hushed tones.

“Well she can’t leave.” Osamu frowns.

“Why not?”

“Chiyo’s downstairs.”

Footsteps begin making their way up the stairs, when you’re yanked drastically from the bed into Osamu’s arms, his lips instantly attached to yours.

He’s covering for his brother...

Disgust boils in your stomach... however not from Osamu. But at Atsumu. How he lied to you when he said he severed all ties with her. How he lied when he promised you that you were the only one.

Your hands slither into his hair as the door opens, revealing his brother’s beautiful girlfriend.

Your chest feels heavy and right now you only want Atsumu to hurt.

Right now you only want him to feel the same way you do... betrayed.

“Damn baby, have you been working out? You feel so much tighter.” You grasp Osamu’s arm, revealing his bulging muscle in awe as an attempt to ignore Chiyo joining her boyfriend’s side.

She smiles at the twins, greeting her boyfriend with a kiss.

Your chest tightens feeling the pure sensation of jealousy.

“Osamu! I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Why haven’t you introduced me?” She’s beautiful and genuine like you always wanted to be, no wonder he kept her around. “I don’t think we’ve met.” She introduces herself with a bow. “I’m Sato Chiyo.” Her proper ninety degrees bow makes you uneasy, however you returned the favor.

“I’ve been abroad in the United States.” You hug Osamu from the side. “I couldn’t stay away from my Samu.. my heart ached too much.” You kiss his cheek.

“I know exactly what you mean, these three years have been so hard on Sumu and mine’s relationship. And you know how it is with their light night practices, he hardly has time to call.” She snuggles her face into her boyfriend’s neck.

Three years you say...

You had so much you wanted to say to Atsumu, but the way his eyes are pleading, you decide his needs need to be met.

“I understand, which is why Osamu and I are leaving now.” You nearly choke. “It’s nice meeting you.”

He pulls your hand out of the room,however you insist on closing the door, meeting Atsumu at the eyesight shaking your head.

Into his room, much cleaner than Atsumu’s, you stand in the doorway.

“Hey...” Osamu’s voice is much softer than you ever heard before. “He’s not worth it. Don’t cry.” He pulls you into his arms.

“Did you know?” You frown and he nods. “Why didn’t you tell me Samu?”

“He made me promise not to.” He sighs feeling guilty.

“What does she have that I don’t?” Your eyes drop to your feet. “I already know she’s beautiful.”

“I know. It’s not fair he gets two beautiful girls.” He mumbles.

He thinks you’re beautiful?

You flush and repeat the question.

“Money.” He sighs. “It’s money, Y/N. He thinks they’ll be successful together.”

“Then what am I to him? Does he not want anything to do with me?”

He sighs once more, enveloping you into his arms.

“He’s a jerk. I’m sorry. I apologize on his behalf. He’s my blood.”

You close your eyes to stop the tears.

“I wish I could tell you I had no idea.”

He releases you and offers you a spot on his bed.

“You’re stuck here for awhile, you know, since you missed me while studying abroad.” He smirks over your cover. “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Just turn on a movie or something.” You sigh stealing his pillow into your chest. “I just... need a minute to process all this.”

He simply nods turning on a film, sitting beside you.

You couldn’t pay much attention to the film. You knew there was a girl who goes to a secret village to find her parents. But where were her parents? And who was the thing in a black robe.

You attempted to pay attention after a few minutes passed, when you started to hear banging on the wall, and you immediately knew what he was doing.

“Let’s just turn this up.” Osamu tries, seeing the look of discomfort on your face.

You lay your head against his shoulder and lift it to get comfortable at the same time when he checks to see if you’re ok. Your faces are centimeters apart.

“You don’t want to watch this movie, do you?” He whispers and you shake your head.

Instead, you stare into his eyes, identical to his brothers and let your lips graze his.

Those plump lips, just like the ones you want to be kissing now, press back against yours. His hand cups your cheek as he gently lowers you into the bed.

“Why do you like him anyway? He whispers, a smirk playing on his lips. “I can treat you so much better than he can.” He pleads with his eyes.

“Samu, I-”

“He’s in the other room fucking a girl for her money. You can’t possibly feel bad for kissing me.” He calls you out. “Yeah, I know that look, Y/n.” He kisses you, his hand sliding down to your hips. “If he really cared about you, he wouldn’t be inside her right now.”

What he said hit you harder than a car ever could. You grab his face and pull him in like your life depends on it.

“You’re right.” Kissing those lips, you lose yourself in him. “He never loved me.”

“He never loved you.” Osamu says in between kisses, his hands lifting your shirt over your head. “Let me show you. Let me worship your body that way you deserve to be.”

His lips start with yours, those eyes daring you to make a noise. His teeth pull your lower lip, leaving them with a pop, dragging to your chin then your neck.

“Baby, your skin is so smooth.” He sucks into your neck. He moans sinking his teeth into your crook. “Tell me, who’s going to make you cum?”

“You are, Osamu.” A quiet moan slips past your lips. To his dissatisfaction, he bites you again.

“I’m sorry, I missed that.” His tongue slides over the bite. “Tell me again. Louder.”

“You are Osamu.” Your breathy moan makes his pants grow tighter against your leg and he bites you once more.

“Louder.” He bites you.

“Fuck Osamu!” You cry out and hear a loud hard thud against the wall like objects falling.

“Mmm Good girl.” You feel his smirk pressing against your collarbone as his fingers trace the lace along your bra, detaching the hook and eye, letting you fall out in front of him.

“Oh my God.” His lips part in awe, those eyes growing large.

“What?” The heart in your chest pounds vividly, your insecurities making your arms cover your chest.

“No no no, come here.” Osamu locks his hands intertwining yours, pinning you against his bed. He hovers over you licking his lips.

“Your tits... they’re perfect.” He swallows hard following back to your face. “Don’t you ever cover yourself up like that.” He kisses your lips. He slips past your shoulders and straight to your breasts releasing your other hand from captivity.

His hand grasps your breast, squeezing it as a whole while he takes the other in his mouth. His slippery tongue circles around your nipple, feeling the bud tighten into a point.

“Oh baby, you like this.” His hot breath intensifies your sensitivities. He switches to the other breast mocking the first.

“You’re...” he takes your nipple in between his teeth. “Perfect.”

He massages your breasts looking between them.

“Tell me how badly you want me.” Osamu smirks catching his breath. “Tell me Baby. Do you want me to fuck you?”

You nod and feel his hands decorating your body, sliding down to your hips. Those lips make stops at your ribs, your stomach, littering them with kisses, when finally at the hemline of your jeans.

“Mmmm.” Moaning, he teases his finger in the warm hemline. “I bet you look delicious under those jeans.” He licks your soft skin letting this fingers take the first step unbuttoning your jeans.

“Matching set.” Osamu raises his brow impressed at the lace poking out from the zipper. He teases your core with his tongue playing with the lace. “I wonder what you taste like.”

“Come find out.” Your breathy dare sends him into overdrive.

“I may have to, first let me see that body.” He pulls your jeans off.

He sits up, eyes traveling your map.

“You’re stunning.” He says in awe. “Absolutely perfect.”

Osamu leans in once more, his lips connecting with yours. He slides his tongue in and let’s his fingers gently pet your laced flower.

Those hips betray you and rise with his touch, spreading for his attention.

“Eager are we, Baby. You want me to feel you? Hmm? You’re already so wet for me.”

Osamu’s finger drags along the dampened strip from your heat.

“Mmm I wonder what you taste like.” He dips his fingers in from the side, allowing his digit to play with your slick. You shutter at his touch while Osamu chuckles. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”

The twin draws his hand to his mouth for a taste.

“Fuck.” He purrs clutching his cock through his pants. Reaching behind his head and pulling the shirt over with one arm; he exposing his body.

Hours of dedication and pride are evidence shown on his idol-like body.

You moan in pleasure, sliding your hips down to him.

“Oh? Do you like what you see?” He smiles, seeing how your chest rises heavily against his sheets. “Mmm because I can promise you I do.” He hooks his fingers into your hips sliding your lacy thong off painfully slow, leaving you completely exposed.

He’s silent, and that makes you insecure.

Does he not like what he sees? Was I not what he expected?

Osamu lets out a sigh and critiques your canvas.

“Sorry. I was thanking the Gods and other upper beings for letting me have this opportunity.” He rubs his hands together, one running through his hair. “My God, you’re perfect. Everything. Your lips...shoulders...breast...tummy...hips...thighs...” his lips caress each part names off, goosebumps summoning when he reaches your core. “Especially this.” Osamu kisses your bikini line, sliding to the folds, lowering until finally he meets your entrance, letting his tongue separate your soaking wet cunt.

One long strip from your hole to your clit, Osamu takes his time tasting you.

“God tier.” He moans reconnecting with your clit, his grey hair connecting with your fingers as he draws circles into your sensitive bud.

Your eyes roll back, petting his hair, tugging the strands when you feel him pique your sensitive touch.

“Fuck Samu.” You gasp feeling him smirk looking up at you.

“I can’t hear you.” He says in between lips. “Could you repeat that?”

“Fuck Samu.” You cry louder, melting when you feel him slide down to soft walls into your walls where he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

Your legs tighten around his head in pleasure, forcing him to hold them apart.

“Behave.” He warns making you shutter with wetness. “Baby you taste so good.” His finger slides into your core, slowly stretching your tight cunny earning a low loud moan.

“Mmm. He obviously hasn’t been taking care of you, Baby.” His fingers pump into your snugged heat. Your eyes roll back while he moans this time.

“I’m gonna stretch you far Baby.” He kisses your clit earning your hips to jolt.

“Yeah? You like that? All this deserving attention you’ve been neglected?” He adds another finger taking more action on your clit.

“Oh my God.” You moan out feeling his pick up his pace. “Oh my God, Osamu.” Your eyes shoot open, feeling yourself cumming by surprise. “Oh my- Fuck. Fuck baby.” Your heart pounds and he releases his fingers from your spent core.

“Damn Baby. You needed this don’t you.” He moans sliding his cum dressed fingers into his mouth. You nod breathless and He smirks. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you cum so many more times, you’ll forget who’s fucking you.”

He undoes his belt, letting the metal clink on the floor. The buttons and the zipper release his swollen cock into his hand whilst you sit up ready to taste him.

“Nuh uh Baby, this is all you.” He spits on his cock running it over his swollen head. “Look what you’ve done to me. You’ve got me so hard.”

He leans down into you, placing his lips on yours.

“Are you still ok with this?” Osamu kisses your lips and and you nod.

He lines himself up with you, pulling your legs into his waist.

“Look at you. Dripping for me, waiting on this cock to destroy you. He runs his hand along your hip. “You’re so perfect.” He brushes his cock against your core. “Mmm so wet.” He slides into you, both your lips letting moans and grunts escapes.

The much needed release of pressure makes your pussy gush.

“Fuck Baby, i haven’t even started and you’re already cumming on my cock.” He chuckles and your cheeks flush.

“You- you just feel so good.” You moan sliding closer on to him.

He holds your legs and rolls his hips again.

“So tight.” He moans setting a rhythm. Your wet cunt compliments him with the sounds of slippery friction as he pounds into you. This overwhelming pressure is building in your core as he leans down into you, his lips colliding with yours.

“You feel so good, Y/n. You were made for me.”

Your head pounds heavily against your chest, you’re sure he can feel your heartbeat.

His bites your lower lip, sucking it until you gasp out in pain.

“Fuck Osamu!” You cry and he sucks on your shoulder leaving love bruises to your breasts.

The younger twin pulls your legs over his shoulder and pounds directly into you, earning loud cries.

“Fuck. Fuck. Osamu you’ll make me cum again!”

“Yes Baby. Who’s fucking your sweet cunny?”

“Osamu.”

“Who’s gonna make you cum, Baby?”

“Mmm you are, Osamu.”

“Good girl.” He rubs your clit; the double stimulation sending you into overdrive.

“Cum for me Baby.” He pounds loudly, your cheeks slap against his thighs when you release with a loud moan.

You break on him and he pulls out, slurping your cum and flipping you over on to your stomach.

“That ass.” He smacks it causing you to yelp out. “Fucking hell.” The burning of your skin is long forgotten when he smacks the other side sliding into your hole. Osamu grips both your hips and buries himself deep inside you. His balls slap your clit, causing your eyes to roll back.

“Mmm fuck Osamu... you’re...” you stop feeling him bottom inside you.

“Yes Baby? What am I?” He smirks.

“Fuck. Deep. You’re... fuck.” He shoves your body down into his mattress, laying on top of you.

“Yes Baby. Let it out on me.” His body is on top of you, his hands holding yours down. It’s tight, his body barricading you, and he bites your shoulder letting himself begin to twitch. “I want you to cum.”

You moans begin to get louder and you can’t control yourself. Between the smacking of your hips, his biting of your shoulder and the fact that Atsumu is next door, there’s no way you can last much longer.

“Fuck.” You cry out.

“Yes Baby.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m right there. Don’t stop.” You cry out and he power drills inside you.

“Yes Baby. Who’s fucking you?”

“Mmm.” You begin, your mind fuzzy.

“Baby.”

“Fuck, Osamu!” All tension releases on his cock as you clamp down suffocating him. His body twitches inside you and you feel his hot seed filling you completely.

Osamu throbs and pulls out, grabbing his phone.

“I’m taking a picture.” He announces. “I need this beautiful memory of my cum pouring out of your pussy.” He says as you push the white seed out.

“Ok, Samu. Send it to me.” You whine in no mood to object him.

He then leaves and starts the shower, you hear the water pouring in the other room.

You leave for the bathroom, running into the last person you want to see.

Atsumu.

“Y/n...” he whispers catching your attention.

“No, fuck off Atsumu.” You choke pointing a finger at him. “You’re dead to me.”

“Let me explain.”

“No, Atsumu. I heard you fucking her.” Tears weld up in your eyes. “I hope this hurts. I hope you heard us. I hope you heard me fucking your brother.” You spit and his eyes discover the hickies Osamu left.

His face grows red however he leans in to kiss you.

“No Atsumu. You chose her. It’s over.”

“Y/n...” he says shocked and you point your finger. “And don’t you dare blame this on Osamu. You did this to yourself.”

“Y/n I- I can explain.”

“Fuck off, Atsumu.” You brush past him seeing the bathroom door open.

“You ready Babe?” Osamu comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

The twins make eye contact and you glare at Atsumu.

“You had a choice.” You hiss pushing Osamu into the bathroom.