#modern one piece films

[levelzeo]

So last night I got to watch One Piece Film Red for the first time. It was good, it was fun, but it has me thinking about the canon status of the modern One Piece movies. Obviously there are characters who are canon, like Shiki. But the actual events of the films are a little more shaky, mostly due to them not really having a good point in the timeline for them to exist.

Strong World is the exception to this. It’s pre-time skip and Brook is there, which means it needs to be between Thriller Bark and Sabaody, and would you look at that! There’s a perfect little section of time between those arcs where they’re just sailing and not doing anything. Beautiful. Perfect.

Film Z, Film Gold, and Stampede are the problem children due to being post-time skip. The New World story has been structured in such a way to make all of these movies impossible to place in the timeline. There’s no Jinbei in any of them, which means they’re all before Wano. And obviously none of the films could happen in the middle of any of the arcs, since there’s no way the crew would leave any of these islands in the middle of their adventure. With that established, there is not a single point between the Straw Hats reuniting and getting to Wano that works for the films.

The moment the crew is back together, they’re off to fish man island. Once they leave and pop out into the new world, they immediately get a distress call and go to punk hazard. So unless they decided to ignore the distress call for a week and go fight Zed before actually going to Punk Hazard, that’s not happening.

After punk hazard there is a surprisingly good contender for a slot of time a movie could work in. The straw hats are all together, and there’s a stretch of sailing before they get to dressrosa. The only problem is that they have 3 extra people on board. And last I checked, Kin’emon, Momonosuke, and Law weren’t hanging out on the Sunny in these films.

Then, of course, from dressrosa to wano the crew is separated in one way or another. They arrive at zou separately, when they get to zou sanji is gone, only half of them go to whole cake, you get the picture. Z, Gold, and Stampede just don’t have a good spot they can slot into.

And then we have Film Red. Film Red has Jinbei in it. And would you look at that, there is a chunk of time between wano and egghead where the crew is just sailing, a perfect moment to have a movie. Sure, nobody brings up Luffy’s emperor status in the movie, but that’s minor, it doesn’t break anything. So that’s it, right? Film Red can be canon.

Hahahaha…

NO!

Film Red was close. So very very close. But they just had to put a whole mess of characters into the movie. Specifically, they decided to include some of the Big Mom pirates. Why does that matter? Well, they included a cameo from Big Mom herself at one point, sitting and watching the concert. Which is fine and dandy, except for the fact that we established Film Red needs to be after wano because of Jinbei. And where is Big Mom after the events of wano?

SHES STUCK IN A MAGMA PIT WITH KAIDO

So yeah. Film Red, you were close to being allowed to be canon, but you flew too close to the sun and decided to have too many cameos and unnecessary characters. Be better.

If you decided to read my weird rant on one piece movies and timelines, thank you. Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island is the best One Piece film. Good night, and good One Piece.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Ive been listening to the film red soundtrack and thinking about Uta again, thinking about her weird purple eyes

Luffy is 12 and uta is 14 in this btw :) i wanted to do a young them moment

Alternatives under keep reading:

[dragongirldg]

For a fic

[iclarye]

my favorite sanji’s headcanon is that hes the type of person who would spend 15 minutes in a fight just because someone called remy (that rat of ratatouille) of ratatouille

like he would be like: HIS NAME IS REMY, RATATOUILLE IS THE FOOD

[welcometogrouchland]

FINALLY watched Ready Or Not (2019) with the fam and FUCCCCKKKKKK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT WHEN WOMEN ARE COVERED IN BLOOD AND FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES TOOTH AND NAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELL FUCKING YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[asgardiandino]

Modern Au Character Sheets

No I didn’t do Uta before Sanji… you know. The main character (one of them) Workibg on Zoro next <3 You can read the fic on my ao3 Asgardian_Dino :3

[deadrocks]

I have three episodes left of "Tokyo Love Story (1991)" (free on archive.org with English subtitles), and I really should finish it. I started it almost entirely to get visuals on Tokyo in 1991, especially in terms of fashion, but overall the story and personal drama has been enough to keep me engaged. And I'm so close to the end! But I don't think I can handle any more of whatever it is Rika has going on. There's being bad at communication. There's being bad at communication because romantic dramas live and die in the space between what people say, what they think they're saying, and what they do. And then there's whatever the fuck Rika has going on.

[o4o41]

By the looks only (bangs and this focused green eyes), the pic, she reminds me of my teen crush Ryoga Hibiki. Honest, emotional, sensitive, and like his internet biography said that he is gentle to women (I don't say he is infantalises them or anything, it means, in general, he had manners)

btw that guy was transhuman, involuntarily. He met lots of struggles in a piglet form and didn't exactly control when he changes.

I knew about this series when i found its manga in 2010, my sibling brought it as a gag. I didn't understand the context. and read it from the mid part. Then went to youtube videos I didn't fully understand the spoken English and subtitles weren't on youtube and no russian versions at all. I went to the online mangas to read the speech. And write the sentences' meaning online.

this pic is intense maybe he is in pain.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

The wardrobe source post

Have had several Asks about where I get my clothes, so here we go.

My general style:

My build: I am 5'10", around 155-160lbs. I am a trans man, so that means some fit challenges. 36R tops, 32x32 bottoms, 8ish shoe.

My preferences: I adore 1930s/40s outdoor "country gentleman" and work wear -- I am building a wardrobe here. I love texture and mixing patterns. I try to stick to natural fibers. I am spending more money on pieces that last longer and shrinking my closet to a modern capsule and a vintage capsule. (Though I will sometimes mix eras.) Brown is my favorite color.

Online thrifting:

Unclaimed baggage. Really great for giving higher end brands a shot at huge discounts.

Gem App. Fantastic for searching multiple sites like ebay, poshmark, etc.

Modern clothing:

Taylor Stitch. Standouts are sweaters and wool trousers. Sizing runs trim - I size up to a 38 here instead of my usual 36. This means it's a great source for smaller trans mascs.

Yiume. Shirts a bit thin, but fun prints and frequent sales.

Imperfects. Small range, but fun, higher waisted fishtail trousers.

Taft Boots. Comfy right out of the box. Great at making small feet look elegant. Men's sizes start at a 6.

Schott. Fantastic pea coats. Recommended by Derek Menswear.

Vermont Flannel. Super thick plaid, flannel shirts. Very warm.

Sterkowski hats. Range includes flat caps and captains/fisherman.

Spier & MacKay. Great winter coats, run a bit trim. Their trousers look hideous and despite a bit of a vintage look, everything else in the catalog is too low waisted and skinny.

LLBean. Great for sweaters. I love my grey commando style one.

Banana Republic. I like a lot of their older stuff, so a brand to watch on Poshmark.

New Vintage:

Cathcart London. Sweaters and jeans are great. Hit or miss fit on the rest. Frequent sales, small runs.

Darcy Clothing. Great all across the board. They are a film supplier, so restocks are regular. Their suspenders are hard to find, fyi, so search under "braces".

Revival Vintage. Dipping into poly blends, but a great selection of fairisle sweater vests.

JoBear boots. Great prices and styles, requires breaking in.

Focusers. Vintage glasses. They will replace lenses. Love the Peabody gold wire frames.

Old Glasses Shop. Frames you won't find at Focusers. You can try on frames before committing to an Rx, but have to pay for the return. Love their round tortoise shells.

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.

Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??

They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...

Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.

And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!

Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!

By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?

Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!

Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?

Alright I need to go to bed now.

[roz-ani]

I hereby declare the 1995 "Pride and Prejudice" TV series to be the superior adaptation. Thank you. You are dismissed. Have a nice day ❤️

(rambling in the tags)

[jyoongim]

Hear me out. I can't be the only one that wants to fuck Al's demon form. Like not just the black eyed tentacle gig, I'm talking full form like the size and all 😭 I can take it I swear, Al (narrator: she could not)

Title: A Reminder To All…

Themes: its giving monster fuc but like oof, demon!form Alastor, tentacles, established relationship, rough sex, growling, blood, possessive behavior, antlers, animalistic behaviors.

It was a rather quiet afternoon at the Hazbin Hotel.

You were up in the radio tower straightening a few things while Alastor was out doing gods know what 

You decided that since you had cleaned up most of the place that you would take a stroll through town as some down time.

You hummed a tune as you passed many sinners out and about. Your stroll led pass the digital shop. You slowed as you noticed a crowd gathered outside a Voxtech store.

There were multiple tvs playing things in the windows and what caught your attention was the deals they had going on.

You bit your lip. Oh it couldnt hurt to window shop right?

You entered and was immediately overwhelmed by all the fancy tech.

why did hell need modern tech you had no idea.

A shiny pink camera caught your attention.

And it was cheap.

You did need a new camera. It would help with advertisement and to show the progress of the hotel you thought as you happily paid for it and went about your way.

what you didn’t know was that Vox had been tracking you the moment you left the hotel.

that camera of yours was now his gateway into seeing what Alastor was up to.

Once back at the hotel you pulled out your shiny new purchase.

you turned it on and walked around filming a bit.

You checking the footage to check out the quality when you heard a record scratch

”what is that my dear?” 

You jumped at the sound of Alastor’s voice and spun around holding the camera

His eyes narrowed on it and quirked his brow at you, airing for an explanation.

”Well Al I-I just thought that the hotel could use a camera to help with promoting. We can record our progress. Now you don’t have to do all the work.” You said with a nervous smile, hoping he wouldn’t toss it.

He walked closer to you, mainly keeping his eyes on the tech.

”and where did you get such a frivolous thing?” 

you gulped “At the v-voxtech store”

His ever-present smile tightened before he shrugged “fine if you think it’ll help”

you breathed a sigh of relief and happily went about your way testing it out.

Unaware of the growing shadows emitting from him.

after spending a few hours getting the hang of your new device, you decided to call it a night and put your camera on your nightstand as you got ready for bed.

You shivered slightly under your cover, grumbling you furrowed further to seek some warmth.

why the hell was it so cold?

you shifted again in bed to feel a heavy weight on top of you.

your eyes flew open and you were met with a very frightening sight.

Alastor.

In his demon form.

Your breath got caught in your throat “A-Al?”

He tilted his head, smile wide and sharp “Sleeping well my dear?” His voice was staticky and distorted.

you were so confused.

you hardly EVER saw Alastor upset, especially to the point were he was in his demon form.

“Why is that in your room dear?” He hissed out, jutting his chin to your camera.

You tilted your head confused at his question.

he was angry about a damn camera?

A clawed hand was at your throat.

”I allow many things dear, but this unattractive piece of scrap in your room? That is where I draw the line”

You let out a squeak as your clothes suddenly disappeared and covers ripped away.

”A-Al?!”

Your hands were quickly restrained by his shadows and your legs were spreaded to welcome him closer.

when the hell did he undress?

You felt the faint ghost touch of a tentacle slide against your cunt, teasing your clit. You let out a soft moan.

”Already soaking dearest?” He hummed amused.

You felt the weight of his dick slap against your cunt.

your eyes widened he wasn’t going to…

”Alastor w-wait! I c-can’t!”

A long tongue sweated the side of your face

”But you will darling” and with that he slammed into you.

Your body seized at the sudden intrusion. You let out a cry that was silenced by a tentacle wrapping around your mouth.

Alastor rutted into you, growling and snarling.

Your eyes faintly drifted to the camera by your bed.

A blinking red dot turned on and off.

Alastor gave you a rather harsh thrust.

”eyes on me dear”

you whined loudly, trying to shift your body to accommodate to his harsh thrusting. Your eyes drifted to the top of his head.

Antlers.

you felt your fingers itch with the need to find purchase on them.

you gave a tug at the shadows and huffed, making little grabbing motions hoping he would get the hint.

he granted you grace and your hands immediately flew to his antlers.

He let outa low growl and sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

With his dick hitting that delious spot inside you, you could feel him bottoming out.

You were flipped onto your stomach, facing the camera.

the shadow around your mouth disappeared and a claw hand found your tongue.

”put on a show Mon cher” You felt him flush against you.

Moans and whines filled the room as he  pounded your cunt.

A high pitch whine left your throat as you felt your cunt clench around him.

you were gonna cum soon.

”A-Al-la-stor Ah!” Your eyes crossed as your body tensed and twitched from your orgasm. He let out a deep growl and quickened his pace.

Did he get bigger?

you were suddenly face to face with him.

Your noses brushing against each other as he sought after his own release.

Your arms wrapped around his elongated neck and a hand found one of his ears.

you tugged.

Static ran through your body as he slapped his lips on yours and slammed his hips into you, purring as he filled you with his cum.

you whimpered as your legs were finally released and dropped.

Alastor was breathing heavy as he reached over to the camera

”hope you enjoyed the show old pal” he laughed before destroying the camera.

you were drifting to sleep as you watched him transform back to normal.

”sleep well my dear” was the last thing you heard as he tucked you into his side, humming a soft tune with a wide smile.

He gave a reminder.

Dont fuck with the Radio Demon.

[alastor-simp]

Horror Movie Night😈 - Alastor x Reader

Charlie wanted to find an activity to bring everyone together, since a lot of the personalities in the hotel would clash. She had made a list of ideas, but majority of them were turn down for being too childish. The last option was a movie night with everyone, and surprisingly everyone agreed. The genre of movie was the real problem. Charlie wanted a musical. Vaggie had a preference for drama. Angel dust preferred either a steamy flick (aka porn) or comedy. Niffty voted for romance. Husk didn't really care, but he wouldn't be upset if it was an action movie. Sir Pentious was interested in historical / documentaries. Alastor was not a big fan of modern technology especially television, but he would give it a try if the movie was a horror. You enjoyed all genres of movies, so it didn't matter which one you saw. Coming up with an idea, you suggested pulling a name out of the hat, to decide the genre of movie that gets picked. Borrowing Husk's hat for a bit, everyone wrote their name on a piece of paper and tossed it in. After a quick shake, you grabbed the first piece of paper and pulled it out.

Yelp, looks like it was going to be a horror movie as Al's was the name you pulled out. Everyone had made their way to the couch, while some of them sat on the floor. They were all dressed in their pajamas. Niffty had made popcorn and drinks for everyone to enjoy during the movie. Charlie was lighting some candles to add some effect when the movie was playing. Next to you on the couch was Alastor. He was wearing a red stripped top, and black lounge pants. He seemed very cozy. "Hey Al. What movie did you pick?" Alastor looked at you, smiling big as always. 'Well my dear, I picked whatever seemed interesting! I hope you will enjoy it!" Giving an awkward smile back, your eyes turned toward the TV as soon as Charlie pressed play. You didn't mind horror movies, but being the scaredy cat that you were, they still made you scream.

The movie that Alastor picked was "The Descent." The start of the film was a bit slow, but it slowly began to build up overtime. It got to the point in the movie where the characters had entered into the large cave, to explore. Yeah, that was already a red flag. Scanning your eyes around the room, you took in everyone's reactions. Charlie and Vaggie were hugging the life out of each other. Niffty was smiling, but she was clutching on to her plushie very tightly. Angel was on edge and tried to cling on to Husk, only to be pushed back by him. Angel huffed and decided to a least grab Husk's hand for comfort, and Husk allowed that at least. Sir Pentious was cowering on the floor, wrapping his whole tail around him. Alastor was just smiling next to you, obviously enjoying where the movie was going. You, on the other hand, was getting a very bad feeling in your stomach as the characters kept exploring the cave. The pillow that you were holding was being used as a shield as you kept hiding behind it, waiting for something to happen.

The climax of the movie had arrived when the grotesque bat-like monster had made an appearance and proceeded to feast on one of the characters. Everyone in the room had screamed and jumped, including you, as you covered your face with the pillow. There was a chuckle to your right as Alastor was laughing, at both the movie and your adorable reactions. From the start of the film, Al was seeking glances at you, wondering what your next reaction would be. The face you made when the dread set in was highly entertaining to him. However, he did pity you a bit, as he could see that the movie was frightening you tremendously. Unbeknownst to you, you felt someone drape their arm behind your shoulders, pulling your body closer towards them. Looking up from the pillow, it was clear that it was Al who had done it. His eyes were still watching the movie, clearly enjoying the gruesome moments. Not saying a word, you continued to watch the movie, but the feelings of fear had diminished a bit due to Alastor's actions. The movie had finally ended, as the credits began to flash on the screen. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, except Al . Clapping with glee, he found the movie quite invigorating. Vaggie rolled her eyes at him, while whispering "creepy weirdo" under her breath. It had gotten super late, so it was time to head for bed.

Wishing everyone a good night sleep, you carried yourself back to your room, despite the prickling sensation that you felt crawling up your back. That movie was still on your mind, but you tried to push the fear away. Alastor was following from behind , since the both of you were next door neighbors. "Feeling alright, my dear? That picture show had you shaking like a leaf!" He was definitely smirking when he said that. "No s✪✪✪, Sherlock." Grumbling your response back at him, you continued to make your way to your cozy abode. Having arrived at the door, you turned to Al, who had just arrived at his door. "Good night, Alastor." "You as well, my dear!" Making over to the bed, you laid down and got under the covers, adjusting yourself to get comfortable. It took a while, but the droopy feeling had taken effect on your eyes, and you fell into a deep sleep. Pitch blackness was all around you. The muscles in your body felt like they had been ripped apart. The air felt heavy, almost dry like you were underground. Something was moving around you, circling you, watching you. The monstrous sounds it made created a haunting echo. You begged your body to respond, it was no use. The sounds were coming closer. No. NO! You bellowed out a scream.

"Y/N!!" Someone was shaking you, causing your eyes to snap open. Your body was shaking and there were tears in your eyes. You slowly realized that you had a nightmare. Alastor was in front of you, hands on top of your shoulders. His glowing eyes eyeing you with concern, yet his smile was still present. "A-Al? W-what's wrong? W-why are you in m-my room?" Struggling out a response, your eyes looked at Al in confusion. "My dear, I had heard your shrieks of terror and rushed over! It appeared you were having a nightmare! A rather horrible one at that!" He was still holding on to you, which gave you some comfort. "Oh, I'm so sorry if I disturbed your sleep." Taking in a few deep breaths, helped tremendously as you were able to talk properly and control the shaking. Shaking his head, Al had let go of your shoulders, and moved his hands to your cheeks. "Darling, there is no need for you to apologize! But, may I ask what were you dreaming about?" Massaging your cheeks like a cat, Al smiled down at you, softness in his eyes. Explaining it in full detail, Al realized that the film you had witness, was the main cause of the night terror. He had known that you were scared, but not to the point it would result in you kicking and screaming in your sleep. He needed to rectify this.

"Come along, my dear!" Your body left the sanctity of your bed, and ended up in Alastors arms. He was carrying you like a bride. "W-what Al?! Where are you taking me?!" Whispering at him, while your brain was trying to wrap around this situation. Cocking his head to the side, he gave you an optimistic smile. "To my room!" There was no time to refute back as the both of you had arrived at his door. Creaking loudly, the door to his room had opened by itself. His room was like something out of a story book. One side was the normal room decor, illuminated with candle light. The walls were plastered with Alastor's personal trinkets and stag heads. The other side was saturated in moss, tall pine trees looming above. Chirps of crickets could be heard and glowing fireflies were flying around. Eyes widening in amazement, you continued to gaze around the room, earning a laugh from Al. In the center of the room, was an enormous bed, covered in satin sheets and black pillows. "How... How were you able to do this?" You breathed out, as Al placed you on the bed. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled down at you, wagging his finger. "Ah ah ah! A magician never reveals his secrets, my dear!" A thought popped in your head: "Where was he going to sleep." Snapping his fingers, Alastor used his powers to snuff out the flames from the candles, leaving only the fireflies as a source of light. Realization hit you, causing you to jump off the bed, leaving Al staring at you in confusion. "Wait Al! Are you okay with this? Sharing a bed?" Alastor looked at you, head crooked to the side. "Why of course! Are you oppose to the idea? Haven't you had your share of sleepovers with the effeminate spider?" Well yes you had, but this situation was different. "I'm not opposed to it, but I don't want you to do something you aren't comfortable with." You told Alastor this, rubbing your arm with your hand.

He was still befuddled by your statement until he began to wrap his head around of what you were saying. How charming you were! Thinking of him and his aversion to physical contact. "Darling, There is no need to worry." His body moved to crawl under the covers, sitting on the bed and looking at you. His finger pointed towards you, beckoning for you to return back to the bed. Still hesitant about the whole situation and observing his body language, it came to your decision that he was really okay with it. Your feet carried you back over, and slowly made its way under the covers, plopping your head on the pillow. Al huffed, a little annoyed that you didn't follow his instructions. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. Your head was engulfed in his chest, feeling his chin, nuzzling it. "Comfortable, Y/N?" A warm breath whispered into your ear. His voice sent chills down your back, while also causing your heart to skip a beat. "Mmph" was your response, as your mouth was muffled against his chest. Hearing a hum from above, you felt Alastor nestle closer, hooking his leg over yours. The static emanating from him had quieted down and the thumping sound of his heart sounded much clearer. Extending out a yawn, your eyelids began droop while listening to the calming sound of Al's heartbeat. Soon, your eyelids had closed and you fell into a deep sleep.

Managing to stay awake, Al had watched you, making sure you were able to relax. He never in a million years thought he would be doing something like this. He was the radio demon, the most fearsome and all powerful overlord. Everyone trembled in fear from the sight of him, yet here he was now, cuddling you in his bed. He was getting soft, which displeased him greatly, yet he couldn't help but find it comforting as well. Your very-being was changing him, in both a good and bad way. Sighing, he pushed his thoughts away as he had a busy schedule tomorrow and needed to be well rested for his broadcast. Nuzzling closer, Alastor hugged you tighter. His glowing eyes dimmed and he had fallen asleep as well.

[cherryblossom-heart]

I hate you (11.5/12)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Everything crumbles apart.

Content Warning: ANGST, torture (be warned, it's a little graphic) blood, kill attempts, violence, murder (not of main character), a lot of choking and stabbing. SMUT (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, oral sex [f receiving], penetrative sex, asphyxiation, sub? Sukuna, they a little kinky) like a quarter of it is just smut so seriously, minors dni. Mahito is his own warning. Not proofread. I am not a native English speaker so please do forgive all the spelling mistakes or grammatical errors 😔

W.C. 9.1k (yeah, sorry about that haha)

A/N: Hi besties! So here we are, finally after weeks I finished. I really hope you guys like it, also don't hate me. I already had this in mind before I even decided on the second season haha. Also be warned, smut is in no way my area of expertise so be prepared for a very mid sex scene but my shaylas deserved it after everything they've gone through haha.

<Previous Chapter. Next Chapter>

“Stop! Please!” you wailed, the hoarse scream rasping your throat raw.

Smack

“Please!” you kept trying, tears falling below you.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Uraume’s cough came out strangled as they struggled to keep breathing. After a few failed attempts, blood came out of their mouth. They’re eyes opened wide as a kick nocked them down to their side.

Your screams had started loud, threats of death and other corporeal punishments coming out of your mouth, as if somehow you could scare them into stopping. After forty minutes of watching multiple punches fall in your siblings body, their hands tied to their back, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You tried bargaining, asking if there was anything you could give them, anything they wanted, just so they would stop but they ignored you.

Uraume had started strong, dodging a few couple of punches, moving swiftly even with their hands immobilized however human stamina could only last for so long. After the fifth punch to the side of the head their stability had dwindled, not longer after that they had collapsed.

Now you pleaded, begged them to stop hurting your only family left alive.

You weren’t sure why you were doing it anymore.

You had nothing left in you. There was no point.

Uraume was going to die. You were too, probably.

Your bodies thrown in a ditch somewhere if you were lucky. Or probably dissolved in acid or burned, whatever left less evidence.

Or maybe you would be chopped into pieces, sent as a message.

You guess you had lied to Sukuna when you promised you would keep your shit together.

Sukuna.

You promised you would trust him.

You did.

I never took you for a weakling.

Snap out of it, brat.

Snap out of it.

Snap.

Out.

Of.

It.

Now.

A wail different than the others came out of your throat, different enough to catch the attention of Uraume’s assailants, their heads snapping in your direction. Confusion washed as they kept listening, your head trembling as you continued. It took them a couple of seconds, nevertheless they heard it. A laugh. A cackle. Tears came down your face as you gasped for air, your howls making your sides hurt.

The man that held Uraume’s body dropped them on the floor.

They came to you, but your laughter didn’t dwindle. You weren’t even looking at them, your body shaking with laughter

Smack.

You fell to the floor.

“What the fuck is so fucking funny?”

You wiped blood off the corner of your mouth, your lungs slowly filling with air as your cackles had ceased. Sukuna might have been the first one to see it, the delicate film that made you seem ordinary, but that was all it was. A cover. A wall that you displayed so you could hide the darkness you kept buried inside.

“You.”

Smack.

“You don’t know who you messed with, do you?”

Laughter. Crazy, bone chilling laughter.

Uraume’s skin grew goosebumps even when she was in the verge of passing out.

“Leave her alone, she’s already going crazy.”

You didn’t have anything to hide anymore. There was no point in keeping appearances.

If you were going to die, you would do it in your own terms.

“I’m not the one you should be worried about.” You kept feeding the fire, sure that another hit would come. “A blocked number and a pathetic little hiding house in the middle of nowhere is not going to stop him. There’s a reason why your old boss is dead.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“He’s going to kill all of you, and I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

“Gag her before I end up killing her.”

Your words were muffled against the rag they had stuffed in your mouth, your eyes told everything you couldn’t. The same bubbling desire of blood and pain absorbed you, just like that it had taken over your body that night.

You trusted Sukuna would come get you, however the longer your mind unraveled you weren’t sure you wouldn’t kill them before he had a chance to even try.

---

“What the fuck do you mean you no one knows where they are?” Sukunas voice rumbled inside Toji’s empty bar, his destructive path causing a couple of Toji’s wooden chairs to be destroyed.

“I called every old contact I could think of. No one knows where they might be hiding.” Toji answered, smoke coming out of his nose as he exhaled his nicotine.

Sukuna’s mind raced with every possible scenario currently happening to Uraume and you. Even if he was sure Uraume could withstand anything they tried throwing her way, he couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering the same treatment. His mind wouldn’t quiet down, repeating scenario over and over again.

Torture.

Your eyes filled with happiness as you lifted Yuji in the air, his nephew’s giggle matching yours as you held onto the toddler, kissing his forehead.

Rape.

The faint noise of your breathing filled the room. Your eyes, even as they were closed, moved side to side, dreams filling your sleep. His fingers brushed your cheek and he thanked the night skies you were asleep so you couldn’t watch the tenderness in his eyes as he kissed your skin.

Murder.

“You ever going to teach me how to shoot a gun?” You snatched his phone out of his hands, throwing it to the single couch next to you.

Sukuna, short tempered as always, opened his mouth to protest your actions but you were quicker than him, you pushed him, making him lay back. You climbed on top of him, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips as you mounted him.

He loved when you did that. He really enjoyed feeling your body against his as you looked down at him. You always looked at him and he felt like art was supposed to make him feel.

“Why do you want to learn?” He placed his face in the middle of your chest, his hands gripping and squeezing the skin of your ass.

“In case I need to defend myself.”

“Why would you need to do that when I’m right here?”

Toji hadn’t called everyone he could, he was sure of that. There was still one man that could know where you were being held.

“Call Naoya.”

Toji’s jaw hardened at the name.

“No.”

Sukuna grabbed him by his collar, smashing him against the wall.

“I won’t ask again. Call him or your little runt turns into an orphan.”

A battle of wills ensued, an immovable object against an unstoppable force. Red versus emerald. Sukuna was fueled with his usual anger, boiling inside as the pressure to let it out intensified. Toji wasn’t scared of that, he had seen his fair share of crazy psychotic assholes, after all he grew up with them. The longer they faced, Toji noticed something he hadn’t seen before on Sukuna.

Desperation.

His actions, his threats, his relentlessness. They were all desperate actions. For the first time in a long time Sukuna feared something.

He remembered loving someone like that once.

“Fine.”

Toji took out his phone, searching through his contacts so slowly Sukuna almost shot him and took the phone himself.

“Don’t make any deals with the Zenin’s.” The dark-haired man warned him, his voice rumbling with hatred as he pronounced the last name he had left behind.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, Fushiguro.”

“I’m just warning you, kid. Whatever is that they can offer you, you’ll end up paying tenfold.”

Sukuna knew he was right. You didn’t make a deal with the Zenin’s without risking it going south. He was making a deal with the devil, a mistake he promised he would never make.

None of it mattered. Not when you weren’t by his side safe, away from the world he lived in.

“Call him.”

---

You were thrown to the ground, your knees scraping for what it seemed like the hundredth time. Someone walked around you, their footsteps amplified in your perception as the bag that covered your head left you in complete darkness.

A hand grabbed the bag, freeing you from it. A man, young enough to still look in his twenties, with light blue hair and different colored eyes looked down at you. His smile sent shivers down your spine.

What was he so happy about?

It took your eyes getting used to the light to see them. Scars. Thick, long scars ran across his body, even cutting through his right eye. You were sure he noticed the them as you saw his sinister smile growing wider

“You like the design? I can make one on you.” He spoke, his voice rumbling from within his chest.

He was trying to scare you.

“I rather improve yours. I have a couple of ideas I’m dying to try on you.”

He chuckled, almost as if he found you adorable.

The man grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks as he forced you to look at him. His eyes searched for something, fear perhaps, he could use against you. Your body shook like a leaf, the adrenaline in your veins pumping so strongly you wondered if you could die of an overdose of it. He let go of your face, roughly pushing it away.

“So, you’re Sukunas new toy, huh?”

Silence.

 “You don’t have to answer, I went through all your conversations and phew you guys are a little freaky huh?” He took out your phone from his pocket, typing in the password and unlocking it. “He fucked someone on your bed? And you made him drive you so you could fuck another guy?” He scrolled around your phone, searching for something. “If I was him, I would’ve already put you down like the bitch you are.”

He played around your phone, switching between apps until he finally got what he was searching for.

“But Sukuna has always been a man I can’t fully understand. Instead of teaching you a lesson, he brings you to his family.”

The man turned your phone to you. A picture displayed on the screen of Jin, Choso, Yuji, Sukuna, Watsuke, Uraume and you. You held little Yuji in your arms squeezing your cheek against his while Jin and Choso laughed. Watsuke and Uraume’s face held a frown in the background of the picture, their reaction to you asking them to smile. Even though Sukunas face held the same frown, there was a small glint of tenderness in his eyes as he looked at you, his hands barely visible in the picture as he held onto your waist.

You loved that picture.

“Cute kid.” The stranger said as he turned the phone back. “Maybe I should pay him a visit. He looks like he would be a cute pet.”

Tick

“If you touch that kid you’re going to have bigger problems to fix than a few little scars your daddy gave you, you disgusting monster-looking-like freak.”

The man smiled. His sinister grin grew bigger, almost taking over his whole face.

“I don’t think you understand what’s going on.” He leaned closer, his breath hitting your face. You thanked the universe he at least seemed competent with a toothbrush. “Uraume is going to die. We’ll send Sukuna a little parting gift, I’m thinking a head maybe. After I’m done with you, I’m going to go kill everyone in your little picture, starting with the old man.”

He grabbed your throat, a gasp coming out of your lips as he slammed you on the floor.

“Maybe I should turn you into my pet instead. There has to be a reason why he keeps you around, right?”

His hands pressed harder on your throat, your hands pulling tighter behind your back to try to get yourself free. Everything you did was unsuccessful.

“When I found out Sukuna had a girl, I thought you were some cheap slut he fucked more than once.”

He pressed harder and your heart began hammering against your ribcage. It was almost as if a switch had turn on where your body fought with its natural instincts to get air inside your lungs. You pulled and pulled, the zip ties digging in your skin but the burning sensation felt like nothing compared to the burning of your lungs, clawing at the last particles of oxygen left in them.

“I pretty much was right, until I saw what he did to the men we sent after you.” His body pressed against yours and you felt as if not even the world swallowing you whole would never erase that sensation. “Imagine my surprise when I found out you were that white haired bitch’s sister, I didn’t even know she had a sister.”

Your vision began turning black, dark specks appearing before your eyes. His fingers kept putting pressure on your throat and you wondered whether you were going to die of asphyxiation or a collapsed trachea, both of them equally as bad. The pressure inside your head made you feel as if was about to explode, with each passing second the constriction on your airways driving dangerously close to unconsciousness.

You couldn’t afford that.

Your brain was running out of oxygen, and you knew the longer it kept going the worse it would be for you. The words that came out of his mouth weren’t words any more, just quiet whispers your brain couldn’t comprehend.

“… kill you…”

“… he’ll cry for you?...”

“… enjoy this…”

You felt him, his body going on top of you, right above your knee. You weren’t even sure you would hit in the right place but you took your chance. He may look like a monster yet he had the same weak spot as any regular man.

A groan left his lips, and your lungs could finally breathe again.

“You fucking cunt.”

Your vision cleared up but was instantly replaced by dizziness, your eyes unable to focus on the tilting floor. You tried standing up unsuccessfully, you fell down immediately as you still gasped for the air that was missing inside you.

“…Fuck…you… you balless freak!”

He recovered faster than you thought, his body slamming against yours, knocking you both to the floor again. He wasn’t fully ready, his legs tripping with themselves as he reached for you. You kicked and kicked but his body was too heavy, his legs pressing yours down.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, you fucking bitch.” He yelled to your face.

You had seen it in the movies, and you always figured it hurt like a bitch. You weren’t past any amount of pain just to stop him from putting his hands around your throat again. With what little strength you had left in you, you tucked down your chin and slammed your forehead as hard as you could against his face.

Crack.

“You bitch!” He screamed, blood pooling out of his nose.

Your forehead ached and you were sure it would swell like an egg after the hit but the crimson liquid coming from him fueled your drive. The dizziness had almost cleared out as the pure adrenaline that pumped through your veins made you more alert, almost as if everything was happening in slow motion.

The door busted open, a few men coming in. It didn’t take them long before they pinned you to the floor, your face smushed against dirty floor.

“Try it again, bitch boy! I’ll fucking kill you!” You screamed like a mad woman.

The grey-haired man pulled a butterfly knife, lunging forward before being caught by his own men.

“Don’t do it, Mahito. We need her.”

Mahito.

The name was now burned in your brain.

“Maybe.” He looked down to you, the hemorrhage still going as droplets of his blood fell right next to your head. “We don’t need Uraume, though. Bring her to me.”

Tick.

“You fucking touch them and I’ll fucking kill you, you understand? I’ll gut you like the fucking low life amoeba you ar– “

Crack.

You felt the pain in your nose before you understood what had happened. His foot had made contact with your nose, most likely breaking it as your nose also began bleeding uncontrollably. Pain spread through your face; it’s sting somehow reaching your eyes.

“Tie her up to that pipe. And bring me my stuff, I’m going to have fun with them.”

---

“So, are you sure about this?” Toji asked Sukuna one last time as he closed down his trunk.

“It’s better if I go alone.” He answered as he closed his jacket, a balaclava covering his face. “I rather take them by surprise, makes it easier.”

Toji sighed. “Whatever you say, kid.” He walked to the front of the car, taking something out of the glove box. “Here.”

A gun.

A revolver to be precise.

“It never hurts to carry extra protection.”

“Sure.” Sukuna grabbed the gun, stashing it in his pocket. “Don’t fucking take off unless I say so, got it?”

“Whatever you say.”

He took a look around, a sea of trees covered in the moonlight except for a faint yellow light source that he could spot at the distance. Mahito had found himself a decent safe house.

“Sukuna,” Toji called for him. He turned around, the rage and anger boiling inside his eyes the longer the anticipation lasted. “You know this doesn’t end with Mahito, right? As long as she’s with you and you’re in all this shit, this will always end up catching up to her.”

“Fuck you.” Sukuna spat, venom lacing both words.

“Take it from someone who learned the hard way.” The green-eyed man shrugged.

For a fraction of a second the cool, cocky yet hardened persona Toji always displayed was gone and Sukuna saw pain he had never seen before. Toji’s eyes aged decades, as if he relived it over and over again ever since his wife died.

He never asked how she had died and now he didn’t have to.

But Sukuna wasn’t like him. He wasn’t weak like him. And you weren’t like his wife.

He could protect you. You could protect yourself if it came to it.

“Wait for us here.”

---

Red.

The floor was painted red.

You weren’t even sure whose blood was it anymore.

Maybe it was Uraume’s, deep cuts running down their body as Mahito laughed every time he made them.

Maybe it was yours, you were sure your nose was broken. Or maybe it was the cuts on your cheeks from every punch Mahito gave you.

Or perhaps it was from Mahito’s nose, after all you had taken your chances and had given him a second headbutt to the nose when he had been stupid enough to get close again.

Whoever’s it was, you were sure your dreams would be scarlet now. Or at least until you could finally sink a knife in Mahito’s heart.

Mahito. What a ridiculous name.

“Don’t tell me that’s all you have? What happened to the big scary bitch that’s always up Sukunas ass?”

Uraume spat to the floor, blood and saliva dribbling down their chin.

“I’m just letting you get a couple of hits in; it would be too boring killing you right away.”

Mahito’s knife carved its way across Uraume’s clavicle, its sharp end denting against the bone itself. Uraume wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of listening their screams though, instead opting just for loud grunting that felt too unsatisfactory for Mahito.

You pulled on the plastic that kept you tied in place, scraping it against the edge of the pipe that felt a little too rough. Your hands moved back and forth trying to strip away the zip ties.

“You know when Jogo told me about working with you guys, I thought he was crazy. A couple of low life thugs working on an operation so big? I thought I would have to kill you before you ruined everything.” He laughed to himself, looking back to Uraume. “I mean, I’m still going to kill you, just for different reasons.” He placed his blade on Uraume’s left cheek, only deep enough to leave a small cut. “Anyways, I couldn’t believe him when he said you guys were working behind our backs, trying to take a part of our operation for yourselves. He said he was going to keep you in a leash. We all know how that turned out.”

Uraume laughed, their low voice rumbling within the walls.

“He died as pathetically as he lived. Just like you will.”

Shivers traveled down your spine, seeing your sibling in a new light. You didn’t know this Uraume, perhaps for a very good reason, and they scared you. A part of your brain screaming to stay out of their way.

Mahito traced another long slash, this time across their eyebrow, blood pouring out of the gash.

“You ungrateful bastard” The gray-haired man spat, his long fingers squeezing Uraume’s face. “You are nothing but vermin at the bottom of the barrel, you understand? With out us, you and your owner would’ve stayed nothing.”

Uraume spat on his face, blood and saliva splashing Mahito’s face.

“Suck my dick.”

He stopped, nothing moving but his eyes as his hold on Uraume’s face became painfully stronger. For a moment you wondered if this was it, if that blade that had cause so many slashes on them would finally pierce their heart.

Shooting.

A single shot was heard before a commotion unraveled downstairs. Guns firing caught everyone’s attention, their deep echo bouncing around the almost empty house. You didn’t have to be a genius to know who the author of all the ruckus was.

“It looks to me you’re out of time, Mahito.”

Fear flashed over his eyes for a second, a sea of thoughts running through his mind.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you beg for your life.”

A smile, terrifying as always, took over Mahito’s face.

“Too bad you won’t be here to see it.”

It all happened so fast.

Mahito had grabbed his knife, ready to pierce it through Uraume’s chest.

Your zip ties snapped, freeing your wrist from their painful hold.

You launched at him, milliseconds before he could kill them, knocking him down on the floor with you.

---

Sukunas eyes burned with anger and adrenaline, a psychotic look hanging around his semblance. He didn’t care about enjoying the kill, he didn’t care about the terror in the persons eyes just as they realized there wasn’t a way to kill him. Nothing could kill him not until he could finally see you, safe and away from all this bullshit.

He couldn’t remember how many people were on the ground or how he had been discovered, he couldn’t remember whose blood lingered in his hands, pooling as his knife dug deeper and deeper in the man’s stomach. He couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t you.

A scream.

A scream different from the men that met their fate at his hands

A commotion.

A commotion different from the one of a man being gutted right in front of his friends.

A loud thud.

A loud thud, the same as the bodies falling in front of him.

He had to reach you.

He had to find you.

A bullet grazed his arm, leaving a gash in its path. Sukuna, perhaps for the first time, was glad he had talked to Toji, taking out the revolver the green-eyed man had given him. One single shot and the insignificant life of the man that had dared to shoot at him had ended.

Yes, Sukuna was glad that Toji had given him the revolver, and that he still had four bullets left.

---

Mahito’s hand had dropped the knife in the tussle, landing next to Uraume however not close enough for them to reach for it. You had managed to put yourself on top of him, your knees digging on his arms as you pinned him to the floor.

Your fist had made contact on his nose again and again, and when he had turned his face, a feeble attempt to stop the hits from landing, you had punched him anywhere you could. Eye, cheek, mouth, anything you could land a hit on.

You hated him.

You wanted to kill him.

You were going to kill him.

You were careless though. Your rage had blinded you enough to not notices how you had begun to lean forward, your weight not fulling resting on his arms but his chest.

His left hand freed itself.

His fingers dug on your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he pulled you off him.

Your body landed on the floor with a loud thud, your elbow taking the brunt of the fall. You tried standing up however it didn’t take long for Mahito to take his payback. Long fingers found their place against your throat once again, pressing down on your air supply.

A punch came first.

Then another.

And another.

“I should’ve taken care of you first, you filthy whore.”

Uraume’s leg desperately stretched as far as it could, fighting to try to grab the knife and free themselves from their restraints. For the first time ever since they got the news about their parent’s deaths, fear crossed Uraume’s heart, drowning them in despair as the only thing they could do was watch you take hit after hit.

Between hits and dizziness you spotted the knife, inches away from your reach. You reached out for it, your arm aching as your muscles ripped apart trying to save your life.

Your siblings shoe made contact with the blade, pushing it towards you.

Ever since that night, you had wondered what it would feel like. Taking away someone’s life, chewing away their hopes as you watched emptiness filling their eyes. You wondered if you would enjoy it. You wondered if it would ignite something in you that should terrify you.

What you weren’t expecting was the fear, the fatal realization that they were going to die. You weren’t expecting how much you would enjoy it.

The blade touched his neck, sliding from side to side in a quick motion as blood poured down like a crimson waterfall. The liquid was warm once it touched your skin, covering your face as Mahito got off you, his hands trying to stop the hemorrhage.

He backed away, choking sounds coming from his throat as he fought to stay alive and his lungs filled with blood. Now his fingers were wrapped around his own throat. You pushed him to the floor, positioning yourself on top of him once again.

You couldn’t stop.

Each stab after the other begging you to keep going.

You couldn’t stop.

Uraume’s bloodied face invading your mind, their body twitching on the floor as you could only plead for them to stop.

You couldn’t stop.

Memories of that night playing over and over again, all because of him. You remembered the way they talked, their smell, their strength once they had gotten their paws all over you.

Because.

Of.

Him.

You couldn’t stop.

Because you didn’t want to stop.

Uraume called your name softly, like they would do when you were five and mom and dad had gotten in a screaming match in the living room while Uraume tried to calm you down as they sang a lullaby.

The door busted open, making both of your heads snapping towards it. A man in a balaclava came in, absorbing the scene in front of him. You didn’t give him time to react, your hand already driving the knife to the guy’s body.

He was fast, dodging your murder attempt almost immediately. You kept trying, the adrenaline of the previous fight still in you, causing him to wrap his arms around you. Your arms still flinging the blade around, trying to strike him. He suffocated you.

“Get the fuck off me! I’ll fucking kill–“

“Stop. It’s me.” He yelled as he forced your arms down. Your body kept fighting, this time with wariness as you absorbed his voice. “It’s me.”

You stopped fighting, his left hand caressing your face as he made you look at him.

Carmine eyes.

Sukuna took off his cover, panicked eyes washing over the red mask along your skin.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

You couldn’t answer, your body suddenly limp. You couldn’t talk, you couldn’t move, everything crashing in slow motion.

“Hey, look at me. Are you hurt?”

His fingers touched your nose, the pain making you flinch.

“Say something” he yelled.

“I’m fine.” Your voice trembled, finally being able to speak. “Get Uraume.”

“You­–“

“Get them. Please.”

Sukuna took a second, his eyes falling in your bruised face and gash covering your nose. He looked behind you, Mahito’s body laying still in a pool of its own blood. He saw Uraume’s body, tiredly looking at him as they looked at you, the sadness in their eyes almost compared to his own.

His eyes connected with yours, the shock still deep rooted in you.

One single tear fell from your face, trying to wash away consequences this had on you.

---

Sukunas hands trailed figures along your body while you slept, his eyes traveling amongst every bruise, every cut, every injury you displayed. Even with Shoko’s hands and hard work there were going to be scars left in your body, along with the ones already engraved in your soul.

After Shoko had left you took a shower, washing away every trace of Mahito you still had on you. The shower floor had turned red for a couple of seconds before being washed away by the clean water falling.

It had been exactly four hours and twenty-seven minutes since you had fallen asleep, heavy exhaling and occasional groaning being the only noises in the room. He had tried to sleep as well, only to be met by immense anxiety as soon as his closed his eyes, his mind replaying your crazed frenzy against Mahito’s dead body.

He stood up, taking a trip to the kitchen to grab a beer. Maybe alcohol could help find some sleep.

Uraume laid in the couch, stitches covering their body along with an arm sling. Sukuna saw their eyes closed, assuming they had passed out as well. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, twisting the cap and throwing it to the trash bin.

Sukuna felt he had aged ten years in the span of a day.

He took a sip from his beer, the familiar piss-like taste welcoming him with open arms. Maybe a couple of Xanax would also help.

“Can’t sleep?”

Uraume’s voice startled him.

“Yeah.”

Sukuna downed his first drink, throwing the bottle away before grabbing two more. He made his way to Uraume, sitting next to them.

“How are you doing?” He passed one of the bottles to them.

They shrugged. “Been better.”

Sukuna chuckled.

“Yeah, can’t say I’ve seen you worse.”

Uraume playfully punched him in the arm.

“Thanks for nothing by the way. My little sister had to be the one saving my ass.”

“Not my fault you two pissed him off enough for him to try to kill you. Now you know how I feel when you two can’t stop bitching.”

“Fuck you.”

Both of them laughed, sinking further into the couch.

It was almost as if nothing had happened.

Almost.

Uraume’s laugh died down, their eyes locking in the bottle they held in their hands.

“You know this isn’t done, right? If Mahito knew about us, all of them know. Jogo, Mahito, Dagon, Hanami. All of them know.”

“I know.”

That was exactly what he feared. There were risks he had taken when he had accepted to work with them, after all drug distribution and money laundering never came without its own terms and conditions. They had also taken risks when they had planned on join them just to take a bigger chunk of money than they were promised.

How stupid had they been. He hadn’t thought about what could happen to the people surrounding them. Sukuna had always been careful to never give information about himself, as Uraume had also done. But things never go to plan, do they? Something was bound to catch up and you had been in the destruction radius.

“We have to kill them. All of them.” Uraume whispered.

“I know.”

Their hand gripped his forearm.

“We have to leave her behind.”

Sukuna began to argue back. “I–“

“Listen to me.” They turned, eyes cold as ice. “You didn’t see her there. You didn’t see what this did to her. It changed her.” Every word came through gritted teeth. “Everything that happened to her was because of us. We are the ones that broke her.”

“Fuck off, you know that’s not true.”

“Stop lying to yourself. If she wasn’t my sister, if you weren’t following her around like a lost puppy, nothing would’ve ever happened to her.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

 Sukuna’s words came hard like the barrier he tried to put to Uraume’s reasoning.

“You know I’m right. The more we drag her along into this, the worse she’ll end up paying for it. Is that what you want? For her life to be completely ruined?”

“Sukuna?” Your voice cut through the hallway, sleepiness seeping through.

“Go back to sleep.”

You mumbled something back, too low for them to understand but he knew you were probably struggling to fall back asleep without him. Uraume had successfully ruined his chances to fall asleep as they had also ruined his drink. He stood up, dropping the remaining liquid in the sink before going on his way.

“Sukuna,” they called. With his hands turned into fists, he faced them. “If you care about her as half as I think you do then you know I’m right. The longer we wait, the further Hanami and Dagon go.”

He exhaled, his fingers pinching his nose.

“I–“

“Sukuna?”

Your voice, calling him like a siren in the sea making his heart leap as if he was a teenager again. He hated how you had that effect on him.

He gave Uraume one last look over the shoulder.

“We’ll talk about it later.”

—-

“God, you’re such a fucking bitch.”

“Yeah, at least I’m not a cunt like you.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you.”

A screaming match woke Sukuna up. Your voice mixed with Uraume’s in a battle that made his temples pulse. His eyes opened to the darkness of his room but somehow that made the screaming seem louder. He kicked the covers away, his usual bad temper worsened now that he had been waken up so abruptly.

“You’re a fucking idiot if you think­–“

“What the fuck is going on?” Sukuna came in roaring in anger into the kitchen. Uraume and you stood behind the bar, tension surrounding you.

You turned to him, your jaw tight. “Uraume here is telling me you guys are thinking dipping. And that you’re leaving me behind.”

“It’s for your own good.”

“What the fuck would you know what’s good for me or not?”

“If you stopped to think for five seconds you–“

“Oh, fuck you and your five seconds you–“

“Enough!” He screamed, once again. This time it was ineffective, only gaining your attention for five seconds.

“Why can’t you understand this is what’s best for you?” Uraume asked, frustrated already with your stubbornness.

“Because is not! You both want to leave me here and I’m supposed to what?” You ask, words barely coming out through your gritted teeth. “Just stay here, all by myself while you guys are out there getting yourselves killed?”

“That’s exactly why you can’t come, you idiot!”

In all his time knowing them, Sukuna had never heard Uraume scream like that. It was a tone usually parents used, the typical scolding a kid got whenever they misbehaved or broke something. Uraume never used it, not in front of him at least, and only then he had truly seen how much they always tried to protect you.

And surprisingly, their words affected you just like they would a child.

Tears began pooling on your eyes, you opened your mouth to say something, but the words never came out, dying in your throat as you turned around to take some air.

You finally looked at Uraume, carefully holding them by their shoulders. “You are the only family I have left, the only person in my life I can always count on. I can’t let you leave.” Your voice broke yet you kept going. “When mom died you promised me you would always be there for me, and now you want to leave me? You promised I would never be alone. I can’t do this without you.”

Uraume’s cold, icy stare melted away with every word you said. Their mind traveled back many years, when the cops had come knocking on the door, asking for an adult. Uraume, with barely seventeen years of life, had to be the one to break the news to you.

The same scared sad eyes stared at them and Uraume’s heart broke all over again.

“You are strong, you’ve always been. You don’t need me anymore, I think you never have.” Uraume took a deep breath. “I promised I would always protect you so no matter how much you beg, you’re not coming.”

The argument started back again, this time with tears in your eyes as you cussed Uraume with every name in the book, them answering right back with different packaged insults.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sukuna walked to the counter, tossing his keys to his friend. “Take a fucking ride or something. Cool off.”

Uraume open their mouth to protest but the words died once their eyes met, Sukunas stare warning them against it.

“Whatever.” They scoffed as they left.

Once Uraume had smashed the door shot Sukuna walked to you, his arms engulfing you in a tight hug. You desperately tried to wipe away the tears, almost as if you were embarrassed of it.

“Hey,” His left hand lifted your face. “Calm down.”

“You can’t fucking go. You can’t fucking leave me.” Your words were going a hundred miles an hour, as if time was running out to convince him. “I know Uraume doesn’t want me to go but fuck them, I know you’re the one that always gets the last word in. Don’t let them do it, please.”

“Brat–”

“I can’t have more people leave me. I can’t, Sukuna.”

“I’m not going to leave you.” He tried to appease you, unsuccessfully.

“You don’t get to do this.” You shook your head, pushing him away from you. “You can’t just make me care about you, worry about you. You don’t get to make me get used to you. You don’t get to make me miss you.”

“Stop rambling.” He tried to touch you and you slapped his hands away.

“You don’t get to make me love you and just leave me behind.”

Sukunas world stopped. The air inside his lungs, the thoughts inside his mind, the blood running through his veins, everything stopped.

It wasn’t the first time he heard those words. Several times the women that kept him company had confused his carnal interest for affectionate, they were always met with the same indifference that broke their hearts. He just moved on to the next one. This time, he couldn’t explain what he felt. Happiness? Fear? Joy? Whatever it was, it crashed into him. Two words and his life had changed forever.

You both stood there, looking at each other as you both tried to digest what you had said.

It had slipped out of your mouth, the panic and fear stopping any restraints you put on your own thoughts. Sukuna had always been right about you, you never looked for serious relationship, keeping your heart guarded behind the distance you always kept with people. Even with Uraume, you couldn’t remember the last time you had told them you loved them. It didn’t really matter, you knew they knew how you felt about them.

But Sukuna was different. You couldn’t stand him, you had told him so many times you hated him the word was meaningless at this point, nothing but a playful jab you had between each other.

Mutual hate was easy to express, easy to deal with.

Love terrified you.

Love paralyzed you.

Love hurt you.

Yet you were still willing to love him.

Sukuna’s eyes widen and you were ready to backtrack, ready to apologize and pretend nothing had happened. Erase the memory off your mind by locking it away with the rest of painful memories you had, only remembering it at night when the hurt hit the most, only when you were alone.

He surprised you, yet again.

“I love you too.”

His lips crashed into yours, desperately seeking your taste. His hands traveled across your body, despite his carnal hunger he still was cautious, his touch turning lighter when he got close to a bruised area.

You kissed him back, your hands wrapping along his neck. Your fingers dug thorugh his hair as you pushed him closer to you, even though you were already skin to skin. You wanted to be closer to him to a molecular level, your bodies entwined as one and maybe then you would be satisfied.

His hands groped at the skin of your thighs, his feral instincts coming out again. After a light pull your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping your ass as he guided you back to his room.

You had played this song and dance many times before. Clothes would usually come off before hitting the bedroom, leaving a trail behind to the obscene noises that came out of his room. There was always a level of desperation from both of you, neither could wait until finally feeling each other as Sukuna pulled noises from you that no one could before.

It was always the same routine. Except, this time he took his time.

He placed you on his bed, kissing every inch of your body he could. His t-shirt had been thrown to the other side of the bedroom, leaving your body only covered by a pair of red underwear.

Sukunas lips traveled below along your stomach and thighs, each touch sending your heart into cardiac arrest only to bring you back again and again. You were addicted to it, his touch was a sweet drug that always lured you to come back no matter how much you despised him for it.

Finally, his path led him to your core, your insides twisting with excitement and anticipation. His eyes searched for your gaze, looking for the exact same loving look you had given him five minutes ago.

It was always there. It had been there for a long time.

Sukuna looked beautiful, the sight of his face between your legs only adding to the wetness between your thigs. In a not so surprising move from him his nose dug on your mound, sniffing like a dog searching for his favorite snack. You felt his nose digging, going over and over again your clit.

A moan escaped your lips and he stopped, earning a second one but this time in protest. He smiled, the same lazy, cocky, confident smile that irked you to the bone. God, he got your blood boiling so easily. Yet you craved for him, almost as if the anger made every touch ten times more intense.

You moved your hips closer to his face, but he moved away.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted to hear your pleas as you begged for him snatch your underwear off and dig his tongue between your lips. He wanted to see how your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth slightly pouted as you begged him to keep going, to satiate the thirst he felt.

You hated him yet you craved for him.

“Please” You whispered, your throat suddenly dry.

“Please, what?” He whispered back, smile widening.

You didn’t want to, your pride still standing big and strong.

He moved your underwear to the side, taking a deep sniff, his skin only a hair away from touching you and every ounce of resolve exited your body.

“Please, lick me.”

His tongue, digging in as a man who has never drank water, travels up and down, savoring every bit of taste he can. He never thought someone could taste so sweet. He knew this wasn’t enough for you, however a man could only be so selfless. He wanted to drink you as much as he could before giving you what you wanted.

He licks up and down again and again, his tongue poking at your entrance with slow, lazy drags. Your fingers reached to his hair, digging and pulling from it from the roots, and he moans, the vibrations clashing against your skin.

Sukuna looks up to you, your eyes closed in lust as his tongue finally stays on the top, lying flat against your bundle of nerves, and he gives in. It traces a pattern, moving to all the right places he knew would leave you speechless.

Your body was now a road he new every in of new. He knew what made your knees give in, what made your eyes shutter down, your head thrown back in pleasure. He knew what made you bit your lip, your teeth drawing blood trying to drown the moans that left your lips. He knew what made your nipples hard, his eyes unable to look away from them.

The pleasure came in waves, drawing you further into the ocean. Every lick drove you over the edge, your hands now traveling from his hair to the bedsheets. You weren’t able to stop your whimpers and cries, the last bit of your consciousness driving your hand to cover your mouth.

Sukuna grabbed it, snatching it away.

“I want to hear you.”

He drove you to the edge when his fingers buried themselves inside you, building the tightness bulling in your belly until you snapped. A cry of pleasure left your lips as the orgasm took over, your legs closing on his head to the point of suffocation.

He felt his cock twitching against his boxers.

Every bit of your release is licked away, savored by him, to a point you fought for him to stop. It was too much, and he knew it. He enjoyed the way you squirmed away, trying to peel his hands away only for him to dig in more, his hingers suddenly turning into stone prisons.

This time your pulls on his hair weren’t in pure bliss, it was your wildness trying to pull you away from the overstimulation. After what felt forever, his face pulled up only to be met by the palm of your hand. The clap of the impact reverberated in the room, leaving a complete silence behind it.

Your fingers left a red imprint on his skin.

The fire in his eyes burned you as if you had doused it with gasoline, making your heart jolt to your throat. In a matter of seconds, he had climbed over you, his hand pinning you down by the neck. Your breath hitched as you felt his hands there, the soreness of your throat suddenly overwhelming you.

Sukunas eyes looked at you in confusion, only to remember the bruises his hands covered. He pulled them away, as if they had burned him.

“Fuck, sorry. I forgot. Fuck.”

He tried to get off you, but your hand gripped his arm.

You smiled at him, your fingers caressing his skin. “Don’t. It’s ok. It’s ok when it’s you.”

His lips kissed your neck, traveling along the finger-like bruises that covered your skin. Light touches that almost felt like feathers caressing you invaded your senses. Sukuna wanted to erase every mark on your body.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the full body mirror he kept to the side and your heart sank. The bruising along your nose, the black over your eyes. The slight swelling that could still be seen and the cuts along your face.

How could he stand looking at you?

You tried turning around, away from his gaze. He didn’t allow you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I—“ You hesitated, “My face.”

His fingers trailed along your face, hovering just above your black eye.

“You are the most beautiful human on earth.”

He kissed you deeply, your own taste filling your tastebuds. You didn’t care, not when you craved him inside you, not when the world seemed to combust if you didn’t have him filling you.

Sukuna got off, taking off his boxers as he layed himself down on the bed, positioning you on top of him. You threw away your panties, smashing the wall in the direction you had thrown it. You sat on top of his cock as it buried itself between your folds.

“Use me, brat. Take out all your frustrations on me.”

You lined him with your entrance, sinking in so slowly Sukuna feared you would never actually bottom him out. His cock makes his way inside you, your walls welcoming the oh so familiar delicious stretch you’ve grown accustomed to. He filled you up better than anyone, you had basically salivated the first time you had seen his grith. The first time he had fucked you, you couldn’t sit well for a couple of days, every time you moved bringing back the memories of that dingy low life bar.

 Sukuna gritted his teeth, his head rolling back as you decided to stay still. He tried moving you, his hips bouncing against yours but your hand on his throat, pressing down slightly.

“Are you going to be good for me, pretty boy?”

“Fuck off.”

Smack.

Your slap made his face turn, another imprint left on his skin. Before he could react to it, his hands already ready tear you off him, you pressed down on his neck, his breath hitching on his lungs.

The pace you set was unrelenting, bouncing up and down his cock with pleasure quickly building up inside you. And God, he loved it. He loved being at your disposition. He loved seeing you taking charge. He loved how you clawed at him, how your teeth would sink on his skin, leaving marks of pleasure along his shoulders. He loved how your nails left traces on his back, the deeper the better.

He angled his hips differently and a whole other wave of pleasure began to pool in your womb. Each time you sink down his hands gripped your waist, pulling you even further down.

His vision began to fade a little, his eyesight tunneled from your grip. Your fingers dug deep in his skin every time you fully took him in, the tip of his cock brushing against that soft spot that made your toes curl.

With hesitation, his hands trailed up your body stopping just before your collarbones. He looked at you, looking for permission.

Please, his eyes begged.

You smiled.

That goddamed smirk of yours.

It was a battle of wills. Who could last longer without passing out before the so exorbitant orgasm could wash you away? Who could press harder, driving each other to the point of passing out, before the pleasure would take over?

Sukuna was the one to give in first.

He knew you needed the power, you reveled in the power you held over him. He knew it get you off, having him begging on his knees to be touched by you. Sure, you would indulge in his control over you, your legs trembling when he bent you over the kitchen counter, pulling your panties down as he spread your legs. You would bite your lip, eyes rolling back as he fucked you from behind, his hands manhandling you to back into his cock.

He knew you enjoyed it, but right now you needed something else.

A gasp spilled from your lips, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as Sukunas strong hands kept you in place, fucking in and out of you to drive you to the edge. It overwhelms you, every sensation, every quick and hard drag he takes, just to smash back inside over and over and over again. It’s too much, too quick, too fast. And you love it.

Finally, you cum. Your walls hug him, and a groan leaves his lips. Fuck, he could feel you, he could feel the sudden slickness covering him, he could hear the crass sound your wetness made as you fucked into you. He loved that sound. Sukuna finally spills in you, both of your releases mixing as he keeps going, wanting to enjoy every bit of pleasure you give him.

You laid down in bed, out of breath and out of energy, your legs sore from the constant, uninterrupted stretch of being on top of him. Sukuna got up, grabbing a towel to clean you. He was careful, soft, delicate strokes wiping away every last evidence of the debauchery that had happened. After making sure you were clean, you felt a feathery kiss in your thighs.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he buried his nose on your neck. Your fingers brushed away his hair, scratching his scalp as he hums and you can’t help but chuckle, he reminded you of a cat.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

---

Sukuna paced along his bathroom, his hands shaking as he forced himself to grab his phone. He searched for Uraume’s contact, his heart aching as he pressed the call button. It doesn’t take long for them to answer.

“What?”

Uraume was right. Everything that had happened to you was his fault. Every tear, every fear, every ounce of rage, every bruise, every hit. Everything was his fault. He destroyed everything he touched; it was his curse to bear, and he never… he never thought you would be under his casualties.

He loved you. God, he loved you. He couldn’t keep lying to himself. Not when you three words from you could bring a happiness, he never thought possible. Not when saying those three words came as easy to him as breathing.

Sukuna had always been a selfish man. He took and took until there was nothing left, he had never cared. He never cared to care, the world was always at his disposition. But with you, he couldn’t bring himself to just take. He wanted to give, he wanted to treasure you. He wanted to protect you.

He had to protect you.

“Get your shit packed, we’re leaving tonight.”

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The Beast Party

Another part of The Best Party

tags : orgy, sex party, squirting, ass and pussy gape, gangbang. 

Words : 11245

On a relaxing afternoon, Kim Minju, a former member of the idol group IZONE, and Kim Chaewon, a current member of LE SSERAFIM and also a former IZONE member, were hanging out together in the heart of Seoul. It had become somewhat of a tradition for the two to catch up whenever their busy schedules allowed — a comforting return to familiarity amidst the whirlwind of their separate lives.

Chaewon, true to form, was a whirlwind of energy, her laughter echoing through the cozy café they had chosen for their meetup. A free spirit with a penchant for spontaneity, she launched into vivid tales of her latest adventures, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Her stories, often filled with late-night escapades and unexpected twists, left Minju both amused and slightly horrified. As Chaewon animatedly shared the latest gossip, her hands moved like a silent film starlet narrating a scandalous drama, drawing laughter and wide-eyed reactions from her old friend.

One evening, as the two friends lounged on the couch, surrounded by takeout boxes and forgotten TV shows, Chaewon's latest idea struck like a bolt of lightning. "Remember that wild party we had?" she began, her voice low and mischievous. "What if we went even wilder? Like, really wild. We could go on vacation and throw a beast party!"

Minju's eyes widened, and she sat up straight, a forgotten chopstick slipping from her fingers. "Africa?" she whispered, her mind racing with the possibilities. The continent was a canvas of adventure, a place where their most daring desires could become reality.

Their conversation grew heated, a tangible excitement charging the air. They scoured the internet, eyes glossing over images of vast savannahs and exotic beasts. They weren't just looking for a party, but a once-in-a-lifetime experience that would blow the doors off their mundane lives.

Their excitement grew with each click, and before they knew it, their dreams of a wild African adventure had crystallized into a plan. They'd leave the concrete jungle behind and immerse themselves in a place where the rules were theirs to rewrite. Little did they know, this journey would be the catalyst for a tale of passion and debauchery that would make their previous escapades seem tame.

Minju and Chaewon took a much-needed break from their frenzied preparations and stepped onto the golden sands of a secluded African beach, the sun setting in a fiery blaze behind them.

The villa they'd rented was a modern marvel, nestled in the embrace of lush palm trees, its gleaming white walls and thatched roof whispering of luxurious secrets. Inside, the cool embrace of air conditioning and the scent of tropical flowers greeted them like a soothing balm. They flopped onto the plush couches in the open-plan living area, their laughter bouncing off the high ceilings.

"Can you believe we're actually here?" Minju said, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's like a dream come true."

Chaewon leaned back, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I told you we could make it happen. Now, let's get down to business. We've got a party to plan!"

But Minju's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where the fiery sun melted into the sea. "But we need to take a rest first," she murmured, the fatigue of their travels finally catching up to her.

The next day, they prepared themselves for the ultimate beach day, each donning an erotic bikini that screamed of their daring spirits. Minju's was a simple yet elegant black two-piece that accentuated her curves without revealing too much, while Chaewon opted for a flamboyant red number that barely contained her ample assets. The fabric was so skimpy it was practically a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Minju felt a jolt of excitement as she took in Chaewon's reflection. She'd never seen her friend look so... predatory. "You're going to turn heads," she said, her voice thick with desire.

"That's the idea," Chaewon purred, her hands smoothing over her hips. "But we need to make sure everyone's invited. Let's start with the locals. They know how to throw a party like nobody's business."

They spent the next few hours exploring the beach, their eyes peeled for any signs of life. The ocean rolled out before them, a vast, untamed sea that mirrored the wildness they sought. They approached a group of muscular young men playing beach volleyball, their dark skin gleaming with sweat. Chaewon wasted no time, sauntering over with a seductive smile. "Hey, guys," she called out, her voice carrying over the sound of the waves. "You wouldn't happen to know how to throw a party around here, would you?"

The men stopped mid-game, their gazes drawn to the two foreign beauties. The tallest one, a man named Kofi, grinned, flashing a set of perfect white teeth. "We throw the best parties on this coast," he boasted. "But we need more than just us."

Minju and Chaewon exchanged glances, their hearts racing with anticipation. "We want to invite everyone," Minju said. "Make it a week-long celebration. We've got the villa, the drinks, and the stamina. What do you say?"

Kofi's eyes lit up. "Seven days, seven nights of pure madness," he mused, a hint of challenge in his tone. "You're on. But you'd better be ready for what we bring to the table."

The two friends nodded eagerly, their imaginations already running wild with the possibilities. They had eight days to make their wildest fantasies come true, and they were going to use every single moment to its fullest. They returned to the villa, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they set about transforming the serene retreat into a hedonistic playground.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of excitement and preparation. They spent hours on the beach, soaking in the sun's kiss while they discussed party themes and guest lists. They swam in the warm waters, letting the waves crash over them as they laughed and plotted. The local market became their personal treasure trove, as they bought exotic foods and decorations that would make their event the talk of the town.

"This night gonna go wild for us," Chaewon said with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling like the diamond necklace she'd bought from a street vendor. She lounged on a sunbed, sipping a cocktail that was as vibrant as the setting sun. The alcohol had loosened her inhibitions, and she began to dance to the music playing softly from a nearby radio, her body moving in a way that was both sensual and uninhibited.

Minju watched her friend with a mix of admiration and nervousness. She knew Chaewon's power over men, and she hoped that their plan would not only be successful but also safe. They had spread the word far and wide that their villa was open to any man who sought a night of unbridled pleasure, a promise that had sent whispers through the local community like wildfire.

As night descended upon them, the air grew thick with anticipation. The scent of spicy meat sizzling on a makeshift BBQ mingled with the sweet aroma of tropical flowers, creating an intoxicating bouquet that hung heavy over the partygoers. The DJ, a local talent they had discovered in the market, had set up his decks on the beach, the bass thumping through the sand. The lights from the villa cast a warm glow over the gathering, which grew by the minute.

Minju and Chaewon didn't know how many men had responded to their invitation, but as they surveyed the growing crowd, they realized it was more than they had ever dreamed of. Each one was a potential dance partner, a conversationalist, or perhaps even something more. They felt a thrill of excitement, their hearts pounding in their chests like drums echoing the rhythm of the night.

As the party grew wilder, so did their drinking. The cocktails flowed freely, each one more potent than the last, and the two friends threw caution to the wind, letting the alcohol dissolve their inhibitions like sugar in water. Minju giggled as she sipped from a concoction that changed color with every sip, feeling the warmth spread through her body like a lover's embrace. Chaewon, ever the social butterfly, flitted from group to group, her laughter as potent as the drinks she handed out.

The music grew louder, the beats pulsating through the night like the heart of the jungle itself. The sand beneath their feet vibrated with the rhythm, and before long, the two friends found themselves at the center of the makeshift dance floor, their hips swaying to the hypnotic melody. The men watched them with hungry eyes, their gazes lingering on the way their bikinis barely contained their voluptuous forms.

Suddenly, the DJ couldn't resist the siren's call any longer. He abandoned his decks, leaving the music to play on repeat, and strutted over to Minju and Chaewon. His movements were fluid, almost feline, as he slipped between them, wrapping an arm around each of their waists. They laughed in surprise as he began to grind against them, his muscles flexing with the beat. The other partygoers cheered, creating a circle around the trio, egging them on with whistles and claps.

The air grew electric as the music's tempo increased. The men in the crowd, their eyes glazed with lust and alcohol, began to step closer, reaching out to touch the two friends. Minju felt a hand slip beneath the fabric of her bikini top, and she gasped, her body tensing. But instead of fear, she felt a thrill of excitement. This was what they had come for. Chaewon's eyes met hers, and she saw the same hunger reflected in her friend's gaze.

As if on cue, the DJ reached behind him and untied the string of his board shorts, letting them fall to the sand. He stepped back, revealing a cock that was indeed larger than any they had ever seen. It was thick, with a girth that could easily wrap a fist and a length that seemed to stretch on forever. The men in the crowd murmured in awe, their own desires swelling as they took in the sight.

The DJ's confidence grew with every beat of the music, and soon, more men began to follow his lead. They pulled down their swim trunks, exposing themselves to the warm night air. Each cock was a testament to the raw, unbridled lust that pulsed through the gathering. The sight was overwhelming, a veritable smorgasbord of male virility.

But it was the DJ's member that truly stole the show. With a diameter that could easily wrap a hand and a length that defied belief, it stood proudly before them like a monument to carnality. The crowd's murmurs grew into a dull roar, a primal chant that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath their feet.

The sight was both terrifying and thrilling, and Minju felt her pussy throb in response, wet with a need she hadn't realized she had. Chaewon's eyes widened, and she licked her lips, a wicked smile playing on her face as she took in the display before her. "Looks like we're in for a wild ride," she whispered into Minju's ear, the heat of her breath sending shivers down her spine.

Minju could only nod, her eyes still transfixed on the monstrous cock that seemed to have a life of its own, pulsing in time with the music. The DJ took a step closer, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of pleasure and pain wrapped up in one delicious package. She knew that she'd never be able to handle something so... substantial, but the thought of trying sent a thrill of excitement through her body.

"All of us are naked now," they murmured in unison, their voices a siren's call that echoed through the night. One by one, the partygoers began to shed their clothing, revealing their own desires for the world to see. The beach became a sea of naked flesh, each body a canvas of wanton need.

Minju's eyes were drawn to one man in particular, his cock a testament to the beauty of the African night. It was as big as her forearm, thick and veiny with a girth that had to be at least three inches in diameter. "Look at that," she whispered to Chaewon, her voice a mix of awe and apprehension. "It's like nothing we've ever seen before."

Chaewon followed her gaze, her pupils dilating with excitement. "Twelve inches lengths and three inches diameter, if it's an inch," she murmured, her hand absently reaching down to caress her own clit. The thought of taking such a monstrous member inside her was both terrifying and exhilarating. "I want to feel it," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the music.

Minju felt a tremor of excitement run through her as the man with the colossal cock approached them, his stride confident and predatory. "You'll get it soon, baby," he said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in her very core. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked her over, his cock jutting out before him like a spear.

The other men gathered around, their tongues already out, eager to taste the sweetness that was Minju and Chaewon. They began to lick them, starting at their toes and moving slowly up their legs. The sensation was strange, a mix of tickling and pleasure that made Minju's knees wobble. Chaewon moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the men took turns, their tongues dancing over every inch of their skin.

One by one, the men knelt before them, their tongues flicking out to taste the nectar that was their pussies. Minju gasped as the first man's tongue met her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt, a symphony of pleasure that had her bucking against the sand. Chaewon's eyes were squeezed shut, her body arched as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

Their hands reached out, tentatively at first, to the men surrounding them. They touched, explored, and teased, learning the contours of each cock as if they were sacred artifacts. The men groaned in unison, their hips jerking with every stroke of the girls' soft fingers. The party had become a ritual, a tapestry of desire that wove together the wildness of the jungle with the decadence of civilization.

Minju and Chaewon's tongues danced over the velvety heads of the men's cocks, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at their tips. They took turns, each one eager to prove their skill, to show the others what they were capable of. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, a heady perfume that intoxicated them further.

The men groaned in unison, their eyes rolling back in their heads as the two friends worked in tandem, their mouths moving in a rhythm that was as ancient as it was erotic. Chaewon took the lead, her mouth sliding over one cock while her hand stroked another, her movements a symphony of seduction. Minju watched, her own desire spiking as she saw the effect they had on the men.

"Give us all that cock," Chaewon demanded, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down Minju's spine. The words were a declaration of war on their inhibitions, a battle cry for their most primal instincts. The men didn't need any more encouragement. They surged forward, eager to satisfy the hunger in the girls' eyes.

Minju's breath hitched as she felt a cock nudge against her wetness, the tip teasing her swollen clit. It was the DJ, his member so thick it was like a battering ram at her gates. She spread her legs wider, welcoming the intrusion, the anticipation building to a crescendo within her. Chaewon, on the other hand, was surrounded by a group of men, each eager to claim a piece of her for themselves.

The man with the twelve-inch monstrosity didn't waste any time. He grabbed Chaewon's face and forced his cock into her mouth, his grip unyielding. Her eyes watered as she took him in, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth. He began to thrust, the sound of her gagging muffled by the cacophony of the party. Despite the fear and discomfort, she felt a twisted thrill, her body responding to the sheer power and dominance he exuded.

Meanwhile, two more men positioned themselves behind Minju, their cocks standing at attention. She felt the tip of one nudging at her pussy, the other at her ass, both so thick they seemed to be testing the limits of what she could handle. Her heart raced as she looked over at Chaewon, who met her gaze with a look that was a mix of terror and excitement. This was it, the moment of truth.

"Ready?" one of the men murmured in her ear, his breath hot and heavy with desire. Minju nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she braced herself for what was to come. With one swift movement, they entered her, one after the other, filling her completely. She screamed out, the word "fuck" torn from her throat with the force of a tornado. It was more than she'd ever felt, a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The man with the colossal cock took his position at the back, his grip firm as he guided himself into her tight, unexplored depths. Minju's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself stretched to the limits of endurance, her body trembling with the sheer size of him. Chaewon, on her knees beside her, watched with wide eyes, her own mouth full of another man's cock. She could feel her friend's pain, a mirror to her own, and she reached out to grip her hand, a silent offering of solidarity in their shared debauchery.

The two men inside her began to move in unison, their rhythm a brutal dance that had her body jolting with every thrust. She could feel every vein, every pulse of their cocks as they claimed her, their girth stretching her to the point of agony. Her pussy and ass burned, but amidst the pain was a blossoming flower of pleasure, a sweet agony that had her hips rising to meet them, eager for more.

"Aghh, my pussy and ass stretch so much," Minju groaned, her voice a desperate cry that was swallowed by the roar of the party. Her words were a siren's call, drawing more men to her, eager to claim a piece of the exotic beauty before them. They watched with hungry eyes, stroking themselves as they waited for their turn, the sight of her being used so thoroughly only adding to their arousal.

Chaewon's mouth was a cavern of pleasure around the thick shaft in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed with the effort of taking him in. She could feel his cock pulse with every beat of his heart, his excitement growing as he watched his friends claim Minju. The taste of him was musky, a blend of sweat and lust that she found oddly intoxicating. Despite her own discomfort, she felt a thrill run through her, a heady mix of power and submission.

Minju's eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to the relentless pounding. She felt her orgasm building, a tsunami that she had no hope of holding back. The man with the colossal cock was a maestro, his strokes deep and sure, hitting a spot inside her that she didn't even know existed. The pressure grew, a tight coil in her belly, until she could bear it no longer.

With a scream that was lost in the din of the party, Minju squirted, the force of her release so intense it drenched the men behind her. Chaewon watched, her eyes glazed with a mix of shock and arousal as her friend's body bucked and writhed in pleasure. The sight of Minju's pussy gushing was a revelation, a display of sexual power that had the men around her stumbling over themselves to get closer.

The man with the massive cock took this as his cue to let go, and with a triumphant roar, he began to pump his seed into Minju's welcoming depths. The sensation of being filled so completely was almost too much for her, and she collapsed onto the sand, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Chaewon felt a wetness spread between her own thighs, the sight of Minju's pleasure triggering a climax of her own. She squirted, her pussy spraying the man who had been fucking her face, her juices mingling with the spit and cum that already coated her features.

As the first round of passion waned, the men withdrew, their cocks slick with the girls' cum and their own. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady mix that seemed to intoxicate everyone present. The men looked down at Minju and Chaewon with a mix of awe and lust, their seed spurting from their pussy and ass, painting the sand with a sticky, white trail. The girls lay there, panting and spent, their bodies limp as ragdolls.

"Our dreams come true, Chaewon," Minju murmured, her voice shaky with the aftermath of her climax.

"I think my pussy keep spasming," Chaewon gasped, her breathing still ragged as she leaned against Minju, their bodies sticky with a mix of sweat and cum. The feeling of the cool sand against her back was a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had just consumed her.

"Mine too," Minju agreed, her voice a hoarse whisper. The man who had just filled her to the brim with his seed looked down at her with a smug smile, his eyes lingering on the gaping O her pussy had become. His friends crowded around, their own cocks still erect and glistening with pre-cum, eager to take their turns.

One by one, they stepped up, each taking a moment to admire the sight before them. They were like animals in heat, each more primal than the last, as they claimed Minju's body with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt their weight upon her, their cocks sliding into her, stretching her until she thought she would split in two.

The men took turns, their grunts and groans mixing with Minju's cries of pleasure. Each round was a new adventure, a new level of depravity that she had never before experienced. She felt her body respond to their every touch, her pussy contracting around their cocks as if it had been made just for this. Chaewon, not to be outdone, was busy taking on two men at once, her mouth and pussy a never-ending source of pleasure for them.

Their juices flowed freely, mingling with the sweat that coated their bodies. The sight of Minju's pussy, stretched and dripping, was too much for the men to resist. They took turns, each one more eager than the last to feel her squirt around them, to be the one to make her body convulse with pleasure. Her moans grew louder with each round, her voice hoarse from the sheer volume of her passion.

The partygoers watched, their own desires stoked by the sight of Minju and Chaewon being taken so thoroughly. The beach had become a carnival of lust, a place where inhibitions were left at the door and every desire was allowed to roam free. The music continued to play, the bass pounding in time with the rhythm of their hips, as if the very earth was in sync with their carnality.

As the night wore on, the men grew more aggressive, their strokes more frenzied. They were like a pack of wild animals, each fighting for dominance, each eager to leave their mark. Minju felt herself become a part of the landscape, her body a battleground for their desires. Yet, through it all, she never once felt less than the queen of the night.

The men took her to the edge and beyond, pushing her to heights she had never dared dream of. Her squirts grew stronger with each round, her body a fountain of pleasure that seemed to have no end. Chaewon, too, was lost in her own world, her eyes glazed with lust as she took on more and more men.

Ten rounds, then eleven, and still they came. Each man took his turn, each one more vigorous than the last. The beach was a blur of limbs and flesh, a tapestry of desire and debauchery that stretched as far as the eye could see. And through it all, Minju and Chaewon remained the center, their bodies a canvas for the men's pleasure.

Their cries grew louder, their bodies weaker, until finally, with a collective roar, the men released their seed. It spurted into Minju, filling her to the brim until she could take no more. She collapsed, her body trembling with the force of her climax, her pussy pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Chaewon followed suit, her legs giving out as she was drenched in cum.

As the twelfth round came to an end, the crowd erupted into applause. The men, their cocks now sated, stepped back, their chests heaving with exertion. They had given the girls the experience they had craved, and in return, Minju and Chaewon had given them a night they would never forget.

The two friends lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. They looked at each other, the reality of what they had just done setting in. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a moment that had surpassed any party they had ever thrown in Seoul.

Minju's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shaking as she felt another round of pleasure build up inside her. She didn't think it was possible, but her pussy was still pulsing, begging for more. Chaewon, equally spent, leaned into her, their bodies sticking together with the remnants of the men's passion.

Their breathing grew shallow, their hearts racing like wild horses as the men continued to worship them. Each new cock brought with it a fresh wave of sensation, a symphony of pain and pleasure that seemed to never end. It was as if their bodies had been taken over by some primal instinct, a hunger that could never be fully satiated.

With each new round, Minju felt herself slipping further into the abyss, her mind a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. The men's grunts and groans grew fainter, the world around them a blur of color and sound. The only thing that remained clear was the feeling of their cocks inside her, a never-ending dance of dominance and submission.

As the night grew darker and the stars twinkled above them, the men grew bolder. They pushed and pulled at her, their hands roaming over every inch of her flesh as if they could never get enough. Her pussy clenched around them, her ass spasming with each thrust, a silent scream of pleasure that echoed through the night.

The girls' moans grew weaker, their bodies no longer able to keep up with the relentless onslaught. Yet even as they reached their breaking points, the men didn't relent. They had become beasts, driven by a lust that seemed to have no end. Minju felt her vision swim, the world going dark at the edges.

Suddenly, with a gasp, she felt it. Her orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, her body arching off the sand as she squirted once more, the force of it so intense that it sent shockwaves through the very air. Chaewon's eyes rolled back in her head, her own body responding to the symphony of pleasure.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The men stepped back, their cocks still erect but their eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and awe. They had taken the two friends to the very brink of their limits and back again.

Their bodies lay still, their breathing ragged and uneven, as the reality of what they had just done set in. They had given themselves over to the night, to the wildness of Africa, and had come out the other side forever changed.

"I think we should stop, it's been fifteen rounds," one of the men spoke up, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the universe. His words hung in the air, a sobering reminder that even the most hedonistic of nights must come to an end.

Minju's body continued to quiver, her pussy and ass clenching around the two cocks still buried inside her. Her squirts had turned into a constant flow, a river of pleasure that seemed to have no end. She could feel her muscles protesting, begging for respite, but the desire was too strong, too all-consuming to ignore.

Chaewon lay beside her, equally spent, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own climaxes. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, her eyes glazed over as she too succumbed to the relentless pounding. The men had become a blur of skin and muscle, a never-ending stream of cocks that filled her to the brim.

Finally, with a collective groan that seemed to shake the very foundation of the earth, the men withdrew. The last of them pulled out of Chaewon's pussy, leaving it gaping and swollen, a testament to the night's excesses. Minju felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the cum dribble out of her friend's tight hole, her own desires flaring up once again.

The beach was silent except for the sound of the waves and the heavy breathing of the exhausted partygoers. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a reminder of the carnival of lust that had unfolded before their very eyes. Minju's body was a map of bruises and bites, a roadmap of pleasure that she would wear proudly for days to come.

Her eyes fluttered open, the world coming into focus slowly. Chaewon lay next to her, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath, her face a mask of exhaustion. The men had moved away, leaving them alone in their post-coital bliss. Minju pushed herself up onto her elbows, her body protesting the movement but her spirit unbroken.

Her eyes traveled down to her pussy, still glistening with cum, and she watched in amazement as it spasmed, releasing another stream of fluid into the night air. It was as if her body hadn't gotten the memo that the party was over, the orgasms still coming in waves even when she thought she had nothing left to give. Chaewon's body seemed to echo her own, her pussy clenching and releasing in a silent symphony of pleasure.

"Done for tonight guys, they got faint," one of the men announced, his voice a mix of concern and satisfaction. The crowd of men around them nodded in agreement, their cocks still hard but their eyes filled with a newfound respect for the two friends who had taken them on a journey they would never forget.

Minju and Chaewon were hoisted up by the strong arms of the beach volleyball players and carried back to the villa, their legs limp and their bodies covered in the sticky residue of the night's festivities. The moon cast a soft glow over the path, lighting their way as they stumbled through the door, their hearts racing from both the exertion and the excitement of the evening.

The girls were brought to a grand floor-to-ceiling bathroom, the white marble gleaming in the dim light. They were laid down gently on the cold, hard surface, their bodies shivering from the sudden change in temperature. The men looked down at them with a mix of lust and affection, their own cocks still standing tall despite the hours of use.

Without a word, one of the men stepped forward and positioned himself between Minju's legs, his cock still slick with her juices. He began to piss, the warm stream hitting her swollen clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Chaewon watched, her own desire flaring up again as she felt the warmth of another man's urine cascade over her. It was a strange, almost tender act, a communion of bodies that transcended the mere physical.

The men took turns, their golden rivers mingling with the cum and sweat that coated the girls. The scent was pungent, a potent mix of sex and bodily fluids that seemed to fill the room. Minju's body reacted involuntarily, her pussy clenching around the warmth, her squirts joining the stream to create a small pool on the marble. Chaewon moaned, her own pussy spasming as the urine hit her sensitive flesh.

The sensation was oddly soothing, a balm to their abused bodies. They lay there, letting the piss wash over them, cleansing them of the night's excesses. It was as if the very essence of the men was being transferred into them, marking them as their own.

When the last man had emptied himself, they stepped back, their eyes never leaving the girls' prone forms. The music from the party outside grew faint, the night air a gentle caress against their skin. The moment hung in the air, a tableau of desire and submission that neither Minju nor Chaewon would ever forget.

With a nod to each other, the beach volleyball players turned on the jet shower, the powerful stream of water hitting the marble floor with a sharp hiss. The spray arced over the girls' bodies, the water a warm embrace that began to wash away the evidence of their night of unbridled passion. The men stepped aside, leaving them to the mercy of the water, their eyes lingering on the two friends as they retreated from the bathroom.

Minju felt the water hit her face, her eyes still squeezed shut from the intensity of her experiences. She let out a soft moan as the warmth began to soothe her, the pressure of the jets massaging her sore muscles. Her pussy, though still pulsing with need, seemed to have finally found a moment of reprieve. Chaewon lay beside her, equally spent, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

The men had been surprisingly gentle in their aftercare, their rough hands tender as they had helped clean the sticky residue from their bodies. They had worked as a team, wiping away the evidence of their passion with a thoroughness that was almost clinical.

As the last of them left the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click, Minju and Chaewon were left alone. The only sound was the steady drip of water from the showerhead, a gentle reminder of the river of fluids that had flowed between them.

Minju's body was a canvas of ecstasy, her pussy and ass gaping open like a pair of surprised O's, a silent testament to the men's unyielding dominance. Chaewon's legs were sprawled out, her own pussy and ass still pulsing with the aftershocks of their shared experience. They lay there, unmoving, their bodies a testament to the unbridled passion they had just endured.

"Wow, their pussies are still gaping," one of the men said to the others, his voice filled with amazement. The rest of the group chuckled, their laughter a mix of disbelief and admiration. They had never seen anything quite so depraved, and yet, there was something undeniably alluring about the two women's vulnerability.

The night had been a blur of pleasure and pain, a symphony of flesh that had left them all reeling. But as the first light of dawn began to peek over the horizon, the reality of what they had done set in. They had pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable, and the aftermath was both exhilarating and terrifying.

 

Minju and Chaewon lay there, their bodies a tapestry of bruises and bites, their pussies and assholes gaping open like open flowers, begging for more. The cool water from the shower had brought a slight respite, but it was the gentle touch of each other's hands that truly helped to soothe their spirits. They climbed to their feet, their legs wobbly as newborn foals, and stumbled into the massive bathtub that was part of the villa's luxurious bathroom.

The shock of the sperm continuing to ooze out of them was something they had not anticipated. It was as if their bodies were a sponge, soaked in cum and now slowly releasing it back into the world. They giggled to themselves as they slid into the warm embrace of the water, feeling the last remnants of the men's seed slide out of them with a soft plop. The tub filled with a murky white mixture, a silent testament to the marathon of fucking they had just endured.

"Did we go too wild last night?" Chaewon whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Minju chuckled, her body still buzzing from the endless stream of pleasure. "Maybe," she said, her voice equally raspy. "But look at us now. Our pussies are still giving us a standing ovation."

They slid into the tub, the warm water enveloping them like a comforting embrace. It washed over their sore muscles, the jets massaging away the tension of the night. The sperm and piss swirled around their bodies, a bizarre mix that seemed to symbolize the unity they had shared with the men.

As the water grew murkier, Minju reached for the soap, her hand shaking slightly. She began to lather herself up, her movements methodical and precise. Chaewon watched her, a strange sense of awe filling her chest. Despite the pain, she felt a sense of pride at what they had achieved.

They had pushed themselves beyond their limits and come out the other side, forever changed. The soap slid over Minju's bruised skin, bubbles popping as they touched the myriad of bites and scratches that adorned her body. Chaewon followed suit, the foam clinging to her curves as she washed away the remnants of their wild night.

When they could no longer ignore the call of their weary bodies, they stepped out of the tub, the water draining away and revealing their exhausted forms. The plush bathrobes that had been left for them were like a warm embrace, the soft fabric caressing their sensitive skin as they wrapped themselves up in them. Their feet padded softly against the cool marble, leaving wet footprints as they made their way back to the bedroom, the warmth of the robes a stark contrast to the chill of the floor.

The bed was a heavenly sight, the crisp white sheets beckoning to them like a cloud. They collapsed onto it, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. Despite the pain and the stickiness that lingered, they felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a bond that went beyond friendship, forged in the crucible of their shared experience. They lay there for a moment, panting and trembling, their hearts slowly returning to a more normal rhythm.

Then, the knock came.

It was a firm, insistent knock, echoing through the quiet villa, a stark contrast to the symphony of pleasure that had filled it just hours before. Minju's eyes snapped open, her heart racing. Chaewon stirred beside her, a sleepy groan escaping her lips as she too was jolted from the haze of their afterglow. They stared at each other in shock, the reality of their situation crashing down upon them like a tidal wave.

Minju's hand trembled as she reached for the knob. As she pulled the door open, she was met with a sight that was both erotic and intimidating: a sea of naked, aroused men, their eyes hungry with desire.

"We heard it was a week-long party," Kofi, the DJ from the beach, said with a wink. "We didn't want to miss our turn."

Minju and Chaewon shared a look that was half fear, half excitement. They had never intended for things to go this far, but there was something in the air that night, a primal energy that had taken control of everyone involved. With a collective sigh, they allowed their bathrobes to be taken off, their bruised and swollen bodies once again on full display.

The men's eyes were like those of hunters who had just spotted their prey, filled with a mix of awe and greed. They had seen these two women in their most vulnerable state and were eager to claim them once more. The air grew thick with lust as the robes fell away, revealing the two friends' still-dripping pussies and the marks of the previous night's passion.

Minju felt a rush of excitement and fear mingle in her chest. Her body was still raw from the previous night's festivities, but the sight of the men's hard cocks made her stomach flutter. Chaewon, ever the wild one, gave a low, guttural growl, her body visibly responding to the challenge laid before them.

With a grace that seemed almost predatory, the men stepped forward, their bathrobes sliding off their muscular frames to reveal their arousal. The room was filled with the sound of fabric hitting the floor, the gentle thuds echoing in the quiet. Their cocks stood tall and proud, a silent promise of more pleasure to come.

The first man approached Minju, his cock thick and veiny, the head glistening with pre-cum. Without a word, he pushed her onto her back, her legs falling open as if on instinct. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift movement, he plunged into her, filling her up without a moment's hesitation.

"Fuckk, still sore," Chaewon screamed, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain as she was claimed by another man. Her body arched off the bed, her toes curling in ecstasy as he slammed into her, his cock stretching her beyond what she thought possible.

Minju felt a similar wave of sensation as she was taken by Kofi once more, his rhythm relentless and demanding. Despite her exhaustion, she found herself meeting his every thrust, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. Her body had become an instrument of pleasure, a vessel for the men's desires.

The days turned into a blur of sexual excess, each night more intense than the last. The local men took turns with them, their appetites seemingly insatiable. They had become the main attraction of the week-long party, the center of a sexual circus that never stopped. The girls' bodies bore the marks of their encounters, a tapestry of bruises and bites that grew more intricate with each passing hour.

And yet, through it all, there was a strange sense of camaraderie that had developed between them. They had become a team, each one pushing the other to new heights of pleasure, each one eager to explore the depths of their sexuality. They had discovered something within themselves, a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As the week progressed, the men grew more daring in their requests, eager to claim every inch of the two friends. They had become a part of the fabric of the party, a symbol of the unbridled lust that had overtaken the beach villa. The other guests watched with a mix of envy and admiration, their own sexual escapades seemingly tame in comparison to the marathon sessions that Minju and Chaewon endured each night.

The two women had grown to crave the attention, the pain a strange comfort in the sea of pleasure. They had become addicted to the feeling of being used, of being the object of so much desire. And with each new cock that filled them, they grew more confident, more in tune with their own desires.

The days passed in a haze of orgasms and exhaustion, the two friends rarely leaving the bed except to eat or use the bathroom. Their bodies were pushed to the brink, their pussies and assholes gaping and swollen from the constant attention. Yet, they never said no.

On the final night, as the party reached its peak, the men gathered around the bed, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. They had saved their best for last, a night that would be talked about for years to come. The girls lay there, their bodies trembling with anticipation, their hearts racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

The last man stepped forward, his cock the largest they had ever seen. Chaewon looked at him with a mix of trepidation and desire, her eyes wide with the knowledge of what was about to happen. Without a word, he positioned himself at her tight, stretched asshole, her pussy already filled to the brim by another man. With one hand, he gripped her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat.

With the other, he pushed into her, the head of his cock stretching her open. She screamed, her body bucking against the intrusion, but he didn't relent. Inch by inch, he filled her, his cock claiming her in a way that was both brutal and beautiful.

Minju watched, her own pussy being pounded by a different man, her body a trembling mass of nerves and pleasure. She felt a strange sense of pride as she watched her friend take the final challenge, her body stretched to its limits.

And as the night grew darker and the music grew louder, the two friends reached new heights of ecstasy, their screams mingling with the crash of the waves outside. They had become legends, the center of a sexual odyssey that had changed them forever.

As the last man pulled out, their bodies lay there, spent and used, their eyes glazed over with a look that was half-defeated, half-triumphant. They had done the unthinkable, and in doing so, had discovered something new about themselves. They had become more than just Minju and Chaewon, the roommates and idol from Seoul. They had become the embodiment of desire itself, a living, breathing testament to the power of sexual freedom.

The partygoers erupted into applause once more, their cheers a cacophony that filled the night air. The two friends looked at each other, their bodies slick with cum and sweat, their spirits unbroken despite the relentless onslaught of the past week. They had become the embodiment of sexual endurance, a spectacle that drew both admiration and envy from the crowd.

The men took turns, each one more eager than the last to claim his piece of the two exhausted women. They approached with a hunger that was almost feral, their cocks hard and insistent. The rhythm of their fucking never changed, a steady beat that had become a part of Minju and Chaewon's existence. The pain was a familiar friend now, a constant companion that they welcomed with each new thrust.

Each man took his time, savoring the feel of their tight, abused pussies, pushing deeper and harder as if trying to conquer some unspoken challenge. Minju felt a strange mix of pride and fear as she took each one, her body adapting to the relentless pace, her mind a haze of sensation. Chaewon lay beside her, her body a mirror image of her own, a symphony of pleasure and pain that seemed to have no end.

The night grew wilder, the air thick with lust and the scent of sex. The men grew more aggressive, their movements more primal as they claimed the two friends in every conceivable way. They were no longer individuals; they were a single entity of desire, a living, breathing representation of the human capacity for pleasure.

And through it all, Minju and Chaewon held on, their bodies stretched to the limit, their minds soaring on the wings of ecstasy. They had become one with the night, with the beach, with the very essence of the party. The line between reality and fantasy had blurred, leaving them in a state of perpetual arousal that seemed to have no end.

The final round approached, the air in the villa electric with anticipation. The men had saved their most extreme desires for last, a crescendo of depravity that would leave the girls forever changed. They had pushed them to their limits, and yet they still hungered for more.

The local DJ, Kofi, took the lead, his eyes burning with a hunger that was almost frightening. He pulled Minju onto all fours, her ass in the air, a silent invitation to the men who waited eagerly. One by one, they took her, filling her pussy and ass with their seed, the sounds of their pleasure a symphony of grunts and groans that seemed to shake the very walls.

Chaewon watched, her own body being used by the others, her eyes never leaving her friend's. There was a connection there, a bond that went beyond friendship, beyond any experience they had ever shared. They were in this together, two souls forever linked by the wildness of the night.

The final man stepped up, his cock the largest of all. With a roar that seemed to shake the very earth, he plunged into Minju's gaping asshole, his thrusts brutal and unyielding. She took it all, her body shaking with each powerful stroke, her eyes never leaving Chaewon's.

The tension in the room grew palpable, the men holding their breath as they watched the two friends reach the peak of their endurance. Chaewon's own climax grew closer, her pussy clenching around the cock that filled her. The room was a blur of skin and sweat, a maelstrom of passion that seemed to have no end.

And as the final man reached his climax, filling Minju with his hot cum, the two friends shared a look that was part triumph, part terror. They had survived the week, their bodies a testament to the power of sexual desire. They had become more than mere mortals, they had become goddesses of lust, worshipped by the men who had sought to conquer them.

As the last of the men withdrew, the two friends collapsed onto the bed, their bodies trembling with exhaustion. They lay there, their breathing shallow and uneven, the room silent but for the sound of the waves outside. The party had reached its climax, and as the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow over their bruised and spent forms, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

The second night of the week-long party had been just as intense as the first. The local men had once again claimed them, their hunger for the two friends seemingly insatiable. As dawn approached, they had been led into the bathroom, their legs shaking with fatigue. The men had taken turns pissing on them, their warm streams washing over their bodies in a strange ritual that had become a nightly occurrence.

But this time, something was different. The men didn't wait for the shower to be turned on, they didn't watch the water cascade over the girls' bodies, washing away the evidence of their lust. Instead, they simply left, their eyes filled with a mix of respect and awe. The urine grew cold on Minju and Chaewon's skin, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had been established.

Their bodies continued to spasm, their pussies pulsing with each aftershock of pleasure. They had pushed themselves to the brink and come out the other side, their bodies no longer under their control. The men had used them, claimed them in the most primal of ways, and now they were left to bask in the aftermath.

The silence was deafening as they lay there, their breathing the only sound in the cavernous bathroom. The marble was sticky beneath them, the floor a testament to the night's events. They were alone, their hearts racing from the sheer intensity of their experiences. And yet, there was something exhilarating about it all, a sense of freedom that neither had ever felt before.

Their bodies grew still, the tremors of pleasure subsiding as the last of the men's cum oozed out of them. The bruises and bite marks stood out starkly against their skin, a roadmap of their week of excess. But amidst the pain, there was a sense of accomplishment, a knowing that they had tapped into something deep within themselves.

As the last of the men disappeared from view, Minju reached for Chaewon's hand, their fingers entwined in a silent promise. They had been through hell and back together, and their friendship had emerged stronger than ever. They had become warriors of desire, untouchable and unbreakable.

They lay on the cold marble floor, the stickiness of the cum beneath them a constant reminder of the night's events. Despite the discomfort, exhaustion claimed them, their bodies succumbing to the much-needed reprieve of sleep. Chaewon's breath grew deep and even as she drifted off first, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

The sun had barely crested the horizon when they were jolted awake by the acrid scent of urine and the sticky warmth of cum seeping from their overused pussies and assholes. Their eyes snapped open, the harsh reality of the new day assaulting their senses. Minju groaned as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her body protesting every movement. Chaewon's hand found hers, a silent offering of comfort as they took in the aftermath of their sexual marathon.

"I think... I regret it," Chaewon 

murmured, her voice thick with sleep and pain. The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the wild cries of pleasure that had filled the villa just hours earlier. Chaewon stirred beside her, her eyes opening to meet her friend's gaze.

Minju looked down at her own pussy, still sticky and bruised from the relentless pounding. A small trickle of cum slipped out, a silent answer to Chaewon's question. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "It still feels... full."

They managed to get to their feet, their legs wobbly and unsteady. The floor felt like it was moving beneath them, a gentle reminder of the waves that had crashed against their bodies the night before. Chaewon reached for the shower handle, her hand trembling with the effort. The water came on with a rush, the steam billowing out to fill the room.

"Come on," she said, her voice still thick with the night's pleasures. "Let's clean up."

They stumbled into the shower, the hot water washing over their bruised bodies like a balm. They stood under the stream, letting the warmth soothe their sore muscles and wash away the stickiness of the night. Minju looked at Chaewon, the question in her eyes. "Did your pussy keep squirting a little bit until now?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Chaewon nodded, her eyes closed as the water cascaded over her face. "Mine too," she murmured. "It's like it's not finished with us yet."

They stepped out of the shower, the steam clinging to their skin like a lover's embrace. They wrapped themselves in plush towels, the softness a stark contrast to the rough treatment their bodies had endured. The bedroom beckoned, the bed a sanctuary from the world outside.

And, as if by some unspoken agreement, the villa remained pristine, the evidence of their depraved night erased as if by magic. The sheets were fresh, the floor clean, the air faintly scented with the sweet smell of tropical blooms. It was as if the very walls had absorbed their cries of ecstasy, the room a silent witness to their sexual odyssey.

Minju couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude as she looked around the space, her body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. "We are lucky," she said to Chaewon, her voice filled with wonder. "The guys always clean up the room for us."

Chaewon nodded, her eyes distant. "It's like we're in some kind of twisted fairy tale," she murmured, her fingers tracing the fresh bruises that adorned her breasts. "But instead of a dragon, we have an endless supply of cock."

They climbed into bed, their exhausted bodies sinking into the plush mattress with a sigh of relief. The clean, crisp sheets enveloped them in a cool embrace, a stark contrast to the sticky mess they had left behind. They lay there, side by side, their hearts beating in sync with the gentle pulse of the ocean outside.

Minju closed her eyes, her mind racing with images of the men's faces, the feel of their cocks inside her, the sound of their moans. Despite the pain, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a feeling of having conquered something profound. Chaewon's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining as they lay in silence.

The third night of the week-long party had started innocently enough, with the two friends sipping cocktails by the pool as the sun set over the horizon. The local men had been more attentive than ever, their eyes never leaving the girls' bodies as they flitted from guest to guest, ensuring everyone's needs were met. But as darkness fell and the party grew more raucous, the air thick with desire, something within Minju had shifted.

As she lay on the plush bed, her body still sticky from the shower, she felt the mattress dip as the first man of the evening joined them. She didn't even bother to open her eyes, the anticipation of his touch already making her pussy clench with need. But when she felt his cock pushing against her, she was taken aback by the suddenness of it all.

Without a word, without a single gesture of consent, she was filled once again, his thickness stretching her already tender pussy. Chaewon stirred beside her, a soft moan escaping her lips as she too was claimed by another eager participant. They had become so accustomed to the constant intrusion that it almost felt natural now, a part of their daily routine.

"When did you come in?" Minju managed to ask, her voice a hoarse whisper as she felt the weight of the man's body on top of her. "Is it already night?"

Chaewon moaned with a little voice, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensations of the man's rough entry. "I don't know," she murmured, her hips already beginning to rock back to meet his thrusts. "Does it matter?"

The man chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening. "Not at all," he said, his voice a dark rumble. "You're both so beautiful, so open." He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "So eager."

Minju felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she heard the click of cameras, the flashes of light piercing the darkness. She knew they were being watched, their every move recorded for posterity. It was a thrill that she had never experienced before, a heady mix of power and vulnerability. She looked at Chaewon, whose eyes were open now, the same mix of emotions swirling in their depths.

The men took turns, each one eager to leave his mark on their bodies, to claim a piece of the two friends for himself. The cameras rolled, capturing every gasp, every moan, every drop of cum that spurted from their abused holes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, a symphony of desire that seemed to have no end.

The night was a blur of cocks, of hands and tongues and teeth, of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. They were drilled in every possible way, their pussies and assholes stretched beyond what they had ever thought possible. The men took turns, their faces a mix of lust and concentration as they sought to outdo one another in their pursuit of pleasure.

And as the gallon of cum filled them, their bodies quivering with each new round, Minju felt something within her shift. It was no longer about the party, the fashion line, or even the money. It was about this, the raw, primal connection between flesh and desire. She had become a conduit for their pleasure, and in doing so, she had discovered something about herself that she never knew existed.

The local men had noticed their lack of vocal response and took it as a challenge. "The video is bad when you two don't moan and speak," one of them said, his voice low and demanding. The words sent a jolt through Minju's body, and she understood what he wanted. The cameras were rolling, the audience eager to hear the sweet sounds of their pleasure.

Chaewon, ever the performer, took the lead, her moans growing louder, more exaggerated with each thrust. Minju followed suit, her voice joining the chorus of passionate cries that filled the room. They spoke to the men, whispered sweet nothings and dirty words that made them growl and pump harder. It was a symphony of lust, each note a declaration of their surrender to the night.

Their lovers grew more aggressive, their strokes more punishing as they sought to elicit the reactions they desired. Minju felt a strange sense of power as she watched the men respond to their cues, their eyes glazed with need as they pushed themselves closer to the edge. She had become a maestro, conducting the symphony of their desires with her voice and her body.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The men took turns filming and fucking, their phones capturing every moment of the two friends' degradation. And amidst it all, Minju couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride. They were the stars of this show, the center of a universe that revolved around their pleasure.

"Again, squirt for us," one of the men ordered, his voice gruff with desire. Chaewon's eyes snapped open, a look of determination crossing her features. She knew what they wanted, knew the power that lay in her ability to perform. With a deep breath, she pushed back against her partner, her pussy contracting around his cock as she forced herself to orgasm once more.

The room erupted in cheers as she squirted, the evidence of her pleasure arcing through the air like a fountain. The man filming her let out a groan, his hand shaking with the effort of capturing the perfect shot. Minju felt a thrill run through her at the sight, her own pussy clenching with envy. She had never felt so alive, so in control.

The third night had started with a ferocity that had taken even Minju by surprise. The local men had wasted no time, their cocks already hard and demanding as they claimed the two friends the moment they had settled into the bed. There was no gentle warm-up, no tender kisses or sweet whispers. It was raw, animalistic, and it was exactly what they needed.

Minju's mouth remained open, a silent scream of pleasure escaping her lips as cock after cock filled her to the brim. Each time she came, the cum of the man before spilled out of her mouth, mixing with her own saliva as she gagged and swallowed. Chaewon, equally lost in the haze of pleasure, had her face buried in the pillow, her cries muffled by the fabric.

The party had become a marathon of lust, and the two friends had become its champions. As the night stretched on, their bodies had become a canvas for the local men's desires, painted with sweat and cum. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a potent cocktail that intoxicated them further. They had transcended the limits of pleasure, each new sensation a revelation of their own carnality.

It was almost 3 AM, and yet the party showed no signs of winding down. The local men, fueled by a mix of alcohol and adrenaline, seemed to have an endless supply of energy. They took turns with Minju and Chaewon, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of the chase. The girls had become more than just participants; they were the embodiment of desire itself.

As the night grew later, the rhythm of the music grew more primal, the bass thumping through the floorboards like the pulse of a giant beast. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aphrodisiac that only served to drive the men to greater heights of passion. And yet, amidst the chaos, Minju and Chaewon remained the calm center, their bodies accepting each new partner with an almost mechanical grace.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains, the men grew satiated. They had taken everything the girls had to offer and then some, leaving them trembling and spent. With a final round of applause, they helped the exhausted duo to their feet, leading them unsteadily back to the bathroom. The cold marble floor was a stark contrast to the heat of the bed, sending a shiver up Minju's spine as she stepped onto it.

Chaewon's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her last orgasm. The men chuckled, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction as they stepped over her, heading back to the party. Minju leaned against the vanity, her hand shaking as she reached for the shower handle. The water was cold, almost painfully so, but it was exactly what she needed.

The spray hit her body, the chill making her gasp as it washed away the sticky mess of the night. She looked down, her pussy still gaping, the muscles inside spasming with each aftershock. The sight of her own body, so used and abused, only served to heighten her arousal. Chaewon joined her under the spray, her eyes meeting Minju's in the steamy mirror.

They were a mess, cum dripping from their mouths and down their chins, their breasts red and bruised from the rough handling. Yet there was something undeniably erotic about it all, something that made Minju's heart race even as her legs threatened to buckle beneath her.

Chaewon leaned against her, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own climax. "We can't keep this up,".

Minju nodded, her eyes glazed over with the intensity of the night's events. "We need to rest," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the pounding of the water.

Their legs finally gave out, and they collapsed to the floor, the cool tiles a welcome reprieve from the sticky mess that had been their bed. The water rained down on them, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered in their loins. They leaned against each other, their bodies trembling with the effort of standing.

The men had retreated, their laughter echoing through the villa. "After they faint, they can still keep squirting and shaking" one of them said, his words carrying a mix of amazement and contempt. "Such sluts, the two of you."

[deikshen]

The Shen Yuan who in his modern world is a serious and respected fantasy writer with a fairly large fanbase and film and television adaptations of his works, an adult entering his fifties, grey-haired and wearing his long hair in a half ponytail, who is attending a good therapist to deal with all that repressed homosexuality, with an ex-wife who supports him from a distance (distance like, another city an hour or two away by train or something, she had a lot of Shen Yuan in her life), and two teenage children aged fifteen and seventeen who live at home until they finish school and are old enough to go live with their mother, and an older daughter in her twenties who already lives with her.

In fact, reading PIDW was just a stupid distraction about ten years ago when he was entering his forties and going through his divorce, and even though randomly some silly and ridiculous thing from that webnovel pops into his head without paying rent, he doesn't think about it too much.

And one day, he sees Luo Binghe.

Well, it's clearly Luo Binghe. PIDW was a huge success, with physical books, live action adaptations, and international translations. Of course, ten years after from the highest peak of fame of the novel, there would be some fans cosplaying him. However...

Well, he's seen a lot of cosplay in his life. He's seen the beginnings of cosplay when the internet was still a piece of shit with telephone wires. He is actually familiar with seams and costumes and the artificial shine of wigs.

Nothing he sees in front of him looks like cheap cosplay. And the boy, Luo Binghe, beautiful as only words could describe, is staring at him.

"Can I help you?" Shen Yuan asks, because despite everything, he is a kind man in the accommodated neighborhood who has raised his children.

And "Luo Binghe" looks at him with the strangest expression in the world.

"This Lord is looking for someone," the cosplayer says. "Can this man let this Lord know where the Shen family home is, by any chance?"

Shen Yuan feels an unpleasant chill.

“Why do you ask?” he says, however. And the Luo Binghe in front of him just smiles.

"Oh, this one is just looking for someone who owes this Lord a debt."

Shen Yuan hopes there are more Shen families in his fucking neighborhood or for heaven's sake none of his bratty kids have gotten into trouble with cosplay gangsters. Thanks.