#sorry for the utter filth btw

[mingi-s-dimples]

Save the best for last - OT8 ATEEZ

KINKTOBER DAY 30, REQ. BY anon (last day!!!)

~"domot8 x freader where atz is mafia/ceo! reader is in a relationship with san but they are both okay in letting the other members join in the fun..;) however san likes to talk dirty in a way with hints of possessiveness to remind reader even though the other 7 fucks her, she’s still his hehe he also loves watching the members wreck the reader btw…. pls make it as filthy and kinky as possible! really go crazy with it! some ideas(if it helps-i hope it’s no burden): dirty talk, hair pulling, spit, multiple creampies, dp, squirting, exhibitionism, voyeur, choking, big dick!, bulge kink, mirror sex(?) and so on….. 😅" - I hope it's crazy enough for you anon.. for me it sure was 😂🤍

pairing: bf mafia ceo!san x gf fem!reader x ot7 (the other members) subordinates of San

genre: 18+, pure filth, gang bang

summary: San's men want to have your way with you and ask for permission and.. when San also sees you'd be eager to do it, he saves himself for last only to remind you who you had always belonged to.

wc: 8.4k (I am so sorry I went fucking overboard 🧍‍♀️)

warnings: okay prepare, mafia!au, gang bang, foursome, 5some, double penetration, multiple creampies, dirty talk/degradation (only from San), she sucks two at the same time, she takes two&two at the same time (hence the 5some), spitting, hair pulling, mirror sex, exhibitionism, dacryphilia. voyeurism, possesiveness at its finest, choking, big dick!san, bulge kink, squirting, lots of cummm, unprotected, for sure forgot something (it's 4:40 am at the time I post this), completely consensual, will definitely edit later.

Author's Note: Oh my fucking god holy fuck this was a damn ride. It was INTENSE. I went damn overboard with some of the details upsi, I had to. Gave everyone at least some attention 🤗 no one was left out (poor reader fr). This is my first ot8 fic. I hope you enjoy this, love u anon and I'm so sorry I am 2 months late 💀💀💀 life was erratic. Oh and.. Merry Christmas, everyone! Fluff fic coming right after this menace. From one extreme to another I guess 💀

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and doesn't represent the reality of the members in any way.

The soft hum of the city buzzed faintly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of San’s office. Late evening sunlight poured into the room, bathing everything in golden hues as you perched on the edge of his sleek, black desk. Your legs swung idly, the sound of your heels lightly tapping against the wooden surface filling the otherwise quiet room.

San sat behind his desk, engrossed in the papers spread before him. His sharp black suit hugged his frame perfectly, exuding authority as he worked in focused silence. You let your gaze drift over him, taking in the way his jaw tightened every so often when he read something he didn’t like. Even when he was deep in work, San had a presence that could dominate a room without him uttering a single word.

But today, you weren’t in the mood to let him bury himself in paperwork.

“San,” you called, dragging out his name in a playful lilt.

His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, a flicker of amusement flashing in them before he resumed scanning the document in his hands. “Yes, darling?” he asked, his voice low and velvety, though there was a clear undertone of distraction.

You leaned forward, resting your palms on the cool surface of his desk, your tone turning teasing. “You’ve been working all day. Don’t you think you deserve a break?”

San’s lips curved into a small smirk as he set the papers down and leaned back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest. “Is that so? And what exactly do you suggest I do on this ‘break,’ hmm?”

You feigned a thoughtful expression, tapping your chin dramatically. “Well… I could think of a few things.”

Before he could respond, the door to his office suddenly swung open, breaking the charged atmosphere between you. The sound made you jump slightly, and you instinctively straightened up, your gaze snapping to the intruders.

The other seven members of the group filed in one by one, their casual but confident demeanor filling the room with a new kind of energy.

“Interrupting something?” Jongho’s voice was the first to break the silence, his eyebrow raised as his eyes darted between you and San.

San’s expression didn’t falter, though the slight twitch of his jaw gave away his irritation. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he replied coolly, leaning back further in his chair.

Wooyoung, ever the bold one, grinned as he sauntered over to the desk, his sharp gaze flicking over you with clear amusement. “Doesn’t look like ‘nothing,’ though,” he teased, leaning casually against the edge of the desk beside you.

“Wooyoung,” San said, his tone holding a warning, though his posture remained relaxed.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Wooyoung’s antics. “Do you ever know when to stop?” you asked, though your tone was more amused than annoyed.

“Not really,” Wooyoung admitted with a wink, his grin widening.

The rest of the members settled into the room, each finding a spot to sit or lean as the tension in the air shifted. You could feel their eyes on you, curiosity and mischief glinting in their gazes. It was impossible to ignore the magnetic energy they all carried; it was part of what made them so formidable as a group.

“Do we have business to discuss, or did you all just come to disrupt my evening?” San asked, his tone laced with dry humor as he gestured for them to get on with whatever they came for.

Hongjoong stepped forward, ever the leader, his expression calm but knowing. “We wrapped up the last deal earlier than expected, so we thought we’d drop by,” he said smoothly, though the subtle smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his intentions.

“And by ‘drop by,’ you mean make yourselves comfortable in my office?” San quipped, his gaze flicking between them.

Yeosang, who had been silent until now, let out a soft chuckle. “You can’t blame us, though. You’re the one who keeps all the interesting things hidden in here.”

His words carried a double meaning that wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you glanced at San, who still looked completely unbothered, though his hand had started to drum lightly against the desk.

Seonghwa, ever the smooth talker, decided to chime in. “You know, San,” he began, his tone light but calculated, “for someone who’s so protective, you seem awfully relaxed about leaving her alone with us.”

San’s smirk returned, his dark eyes locking onto Seonghwa’s. “Relaxed? Who said I was relaxed?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

“Then again,” Wooyoung piped up, his grin downright mischievous now, “maybe you’re not as possessive as we thought.”

The words hung in the air, the challenge in them clear. You glanced at San, curious to see how he would respond. To your surprise, he leaned back in his chair again, his expression calm but dangerous.

“Possessive?” he echoed, his tone laced with amusement. “Oh, I am. Make no mistake about that.”

His gaze shifted to you, his eyes softening slightly. “But I also trust her. And I trust all of you… to a degree.”

The unspoken invitation in his words made your breath catch. The room was silent for a moment, the weight of his statement sinking in before the playful tension returned.

“Well,” Hongjoong said, breaking the silence, “that’s quite the declaration.”

San’s smirk widened, his confidence unshakable. “It’s not a declaration. It’s a fact.”

The others exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from amusement to intrigue.

“Does that mean we can—” Wooyoung began, but San cut him off with a raised hand.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said, though his tone was more teasing than serious. His eyes met yours again, and you could see the glint of amusement in them. “After all, it’s not entirely up to me, is it?”

The attention in the room shifted to you, and you suddenly felt the weight of their gazes. San’s question was clear—this was your choice as much as it was his.

Your mind raced, the charged atmosphere making it difficult to think clearly. But as you looked at San, his calm confidence grounding you, you realized that you trusted him completely.

“Well,” you began, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you, “I think… it could be interesting.”

Your words hung in the air for a moment before the room erupted in a mixture of laughter and teasing remarks. San’s smirk turned into a full grin as he reached out to take your hand, pulling you closer to him.

“Interesting, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You nodded, your heart racing as you met his gaze. “As long as you’re okay with it,” you added, your voice soft but sincere.

San’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he nodded. “I’m more than okay with it,” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The room buzzed with excitement as the others began to discuss the details, their playful banter filling the space. But your focus remained on San, his steady presence anchoring you as you stepped into uncharted territory together.

The tension in the room grew thicker as San gave the subtlest nod, his eyes never leaving yours. His hand cupped your cheek tenderly, grounding you amidst the teasing grins and playful energy that radiated from the others. The question in his gaze was quiet but clear: *Do you trust me?*

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but laced with certainty.

San’s lips curled into a soft, almost mischievous smile. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Then let us take care of you.”

Yunho was the first to move, his large hands brushing over your shoulders as he leaned down to meet your gaze, his warmth both reassuring and electrifying. “You really are something special, you know that?” he said, his voice honeyed with praise. “We’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, but only if you’re ready.” His thumbs rubbed gentle circles into your skin, his touch comforting yet deliberate.

Mingi crouched next to you, his height even now making him an imposing figure. His grin was boyish, yet his tone carried a teasing edge. “San really is lucky, isn’t he? But I think tonight, you’re luckier.” His fingers brushed against your hand, holding it loosely as if offering silent reassurance. “We’re going to treat you like the queen you are.��

Their words made heat rise to your cheeks, and you felt San’s hand slide from your cheek to your waist, steadying you. His presence was a calming anchor even as the others moved around you with measured anticipation. “Remember,” San murmured into your ear, his tone a mix of possessiveness and care, “you can stop this anytime. But if you trust me, just let go.”

Your heartbeat quickened, but you nodded, the warmth in his voice giving you courage.

Hongjoong’s voice cut through the moment, calm and composed but carrying an edge of excitement. “We’ll take it slow,” he said, his sharp gaze locking with yours. “Just follow our lead.”

Together, they began to guide you, their movements deliberate yet unhurried. San was the one to lift your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. He murmured, his voice steady, “Let them see the side of you only I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.”

Your shirt was the first to go, the fabric slipping from your shoulders under Mingi’s deft touch. He let out a low whistle, his eyes twinkling with admiration but never crossing into disrespect. “You’re stunning,” he said, his voice reverent. Yunho, standing behind you now, pressed a hand to your lower back, his touch firm yet gentle.

Yeosang’s quiet presence was next to catch your attention. He knelt beside you, his fingers brushing over your wrist as if asking permission before helping with the next piece of clothing.

The air buzzed with anticipation, but no one rushed you. Each movement, each touch, was careful and deliberate, designed to put you at ease. San stayed close, his hand a constant presence on your waist or shoulder, his protective nature evident even now. “You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice rich with affection.

Mingi’s teasing came back as he tilted his head, his eyes raking over you with playful admiration. “You’ve been hiding all this from us?” he joked, though his tone carried genuine awe. “Not fair.”

“She’s breathtaking,” Yunho agreed, his voice warm as his hand brushed against your arm. “San’s been keeping the best things to himself.”

San smirked, his possessiveness flickering through despite the shared moment. “Don’t forget,” he said, his tone low and dangerous, though his eyes softened as they met yours. “She’s still mine.”

Wooyoung laughed, breaking the tension with his lighthearted energy. “We know, we know,” he said, throwing his hands up dramatically. “We’re just borrowing her for tonight.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, the sound breaking through your initial nervousness.

As they continued to undress you piece by piece, the warmth of their attention made your skin tingle. Every movement was accompanied by a murmur of praise, a gentle touch, or a soft reassurance. They were in no rush, savoring every moment and ensuring you felt cherished and adored.

San knelt beside you as the last piece of fabric was removed, his hand cupping your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with so much love it made your heart ache. “And you’re safe.”

The others watched the intimate moment, their respect for San’s bond with you evident in their quiet stillness. When he finally pulled back, his smirk returned, his possessive streak shining through. “But don’t forget who you belong to,” he added, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip once more.

As you settled back against the desk, the warmth of their gazes enveloped you, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat flow through you.

San’s voice was the last thing you heard before they began. “Let us show you just how much you mean to us.”

The living room was bathed in warm golden light, the soft hum of conversation filling the air. As the group carried you from the office to the shared space, their laughter and teasing remarks created a sense of playful camaraderie. The room, spacious yet intimate, had an air of familiarity that contrasted with the charged tension lingering among them.

They gently set you down on the large sectional couch, its plush cushions yielding to your weight. Wooyoung leaned over from one side, his mischievous grin ever-present as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Look at her," he mused, his voice a touch lower than usual, "so perfect and so pretty like this."

Mingi, who stood behind you, chuckled softly. "She’s even more stunning up close," he said, his large hands resting lightly on the back of the couch. His eyes glimmered with mischief, though there was a noticeable gentleness to his movements. From the corner of your eye, you could see Hongjoong to your right, already rolling up his sleeves, his sharp gaze focused entirely on you.

San remained standing near the edge of the room, his arms crossed but his expression unreadable. The corners of his lips twitched upward slightly as the three members began to close in. "Remember who’s in charge," he said smoothly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet murmurs. "You can admire her, but don’t forget that she’s mine."

Wooyoung smirked, exchanging a glance with Mingi and Hongjoong. "Of course, hyung. But you wouldn’t mind if we… made her feel special, right?" he teased, his voice playful yet testing boundaries.

San’s dark eyes flicked toward you, searching your expression. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly, his tone steady and grounding amidst the lighthearted chaos. His gaze held yours firmly, waiting for your answer.

You nodded without hesitation, your voice barely a whisper. "I trust you, San."

A satisfied hum left his lips. "Good." He gestured with a slight nod, granting the others permission to proceed. "Don’t forget—she’s precious. Treat her that way."

Wooyoung, ever the bold one, began by brushing his lips lightly along your temple, his fingers trailing down your arm in feather-light strokes. "Precious is an understatement," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through you.

Mingi leaned in from behind, his hands settling on your shoulders. His touch was firm but reassuring, a contrast to Wooyoung’s teasing.

Hongjoong’s approach was quieter but no less impactful. He crouched beside you, his sharp eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort. His hand found yours, his fingers curling around yours in a silent gesture of reassurance.

As the three surrounded you, their touches and presence seemed to envelop you entirely. Wooyoung tilted your chin upward, his lips ghosting along your jawline before trailing to your collarbone. Mingi’s hands, broad and warm, began to massage your shoulders, easing any lingering tension. Meanwhile, Hongjoong traced idle patterns on the back of your hand, his quiet attention grounding you amidst the overwhelming sensations.

The other four—Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho—watched from the nearby armchairs, their expressions varying from amusement to curiosity. Yunho leaned back casually, his long legs stretched out as he exchanged knowing smirks with Seonghwa. "They’re starting strong," Yunho remarked, his deep voice laced with humor.

"Can you blame them?" Seonghwa replied, his tone lighter than usual. His sharp features softened as his gaze flitted toward you, a hint of fondness in his otherwise composed demeanor. "She has that effect."

Yeosang tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "San’s holding back more than I expected," he mused, his words eliciting a chuckle from Jongho, who simply nodded in agreement.

San, still standing apart from the group, exuded a quiet authority. Despite the teasing commentary from the others, his eyes never left you. "Remember your place," he reminded the group lightly, though there was no malice in his tone. "She’s mine to love and protect."

"And tease," Wooyoung quipped, pulling back briefly to glance at San. "You said it yourself, hyung. She’s precious. We’re just appreciating her beauty."

San raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond immediately, his gaze drifting back to you. "Just don’t forget who she belongs to," he said finally, his voice calm but firm.

As if to emphasize his words, Wooyoung leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Even with all of us here, you’re still his, aren’t you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with playful reverence.

The room was growing warmer, the air thick with an electric charge that seemed to pulse between everyone present. The soft rustling of fabric caught your attention, and your eyes flicked over to the four members who had been watching from the sidelines. Slowly, one by one, they began to shed their shirts, their toned torsos coming into view. Each movement was deliberate, as though they wanted to savor every second of this shared moment.

Yunho, the tallest of the group, was the first to approach, his steps unhurried and confident. His broad shoulders and defined chest were illuminated by the soft light of the living room. His gaze flicked down to you, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "I think it’s our turn now," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver through you.

Seonghwa followed closely behind, his elegant movements almost hypnotic. His sharp features softened slightly as he looked down at you, a gentle fondness in his expression. "Don’t worry," he murmured, his voice smooth and calming. "We’ll take good care of you."

Behind them, Yeosang and Jongho exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Yeosang, with his quiet intensity, began to unbuckle his belt, his fingers moving with a casual ease. Jongho, ever the composed one, ran a hand through his dark hair before stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

The three members who had been close to you—Wooyoung, Mingi, and Hongjoong—reluctantly backed off, their hands lingering on your skin for a moment longer before they stepped away. They moved to the side, their breathing still heavy as they watched the scene unfold. Each of them began to undress, their movements slower than necessary as if they wanted you to notice every detail.

Wooyoung leaned casually against the armrest of the couch, his bare torso gleaming under the soft light. "We’ll let them have their fun," he said, his voice teasing. "But don’t forget—we’re next."

Mingi crossed his arms over his chest, his sharp jawline set as he watched intently. "Take your time," he added, though the hunger in his gaze betrayed his impatience.

San remained standing apart from the group, his suit still perfectly in place. The contrast between his composed exterior and the evident strain in his pants was almost too much to bear. His dark eyes drank in every detail of the scene, from the way you sat on the couch, your hands trembling slightly, to the way the members circled you like predators waiting for their moment to strike.

You glanced up at San. His lips curved into a small, approving smile. "Enjoy yourself," he said softly, his voice steady despite the clear tension in his posture. "But remember who you belong to."

The four of them seemed to come to a silent agreement, their eyes flicking between each other as they decided how to proceed. Finally, Yunho spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the quiet tension. "Let’s start simple," he suggested, his gaze dropping to your hands.

"Two and two," Jongho added, his voice steady. His dark eyes softened slightly as he looked at you. "If that’s okay with you."

You nodded, your heart racing as they took their places. Yunho and Yeosang each took each of your hands, their fingers brushing against yours as they guided your movements. Their touches were firm but gentle, their eyes never leaving yours as they made sure you were comfortable. They took off their pants completely, followed by their briefs. Their cocks sprung out and your hands instinctively went for their lengths. You looked up at them, then down at the position you were in. Legs slightly spread out, your cunt dripping with arousal on the blanket that was on the couch, the two men in front of you and their cocks in your hands. You took a deep breath and started to move your hands, stroking their lengths slowly, at first. Yunho's cock was already dripping with pre cum, making the perfect lube for his hand. For Yeosang, you spit in your hand and started lubing it up. He quietly groaned at the sensation, satisfied with your way of lubing him.

“Yes… that's it, sweetheart..” Yunho whispered, his head slowly falling back as your hand started to move more rapidly, your thumb rubbing over the tip, putting pressure on it.

Yeosang was already out of it, his breath heavy as he was hardly holding back from pushing your hand further on his cock. He waited and waited until he couldn't anymore.

“Fuck it..” his hand hand hovered over your head, hesitating for a moment. He looked at you and tried to back up, but Yunho interrupted his move.

“That's such.. a great idea, Yeosang..” he said, his eyes gazing over you. “But only if y/n and San are good with it, of course…” he said and all 3 of you looked at San. He suddenly had his pants unbuckled, his hard cock straining against his briefs. He nodded, his hand now lazily rubbing it through the cloth. He was turned the fuck on with this situation, the fact that he was observing you so patiently, waiting for his men to have their fun with you and use you as they pleased, as their fuck toy.

“Boss is okay with it.. but are you, y/n?” Yeosang said, his hand hovering softly over your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Y-yes..” you whispered and he didn't hesitate any further, his hand guiding your mouth to his cock. You instinctively started sucking on the dripping tip, kissing and licking circles all around, from the tip to the base of his cock then all along his shaft. As you sucked him off up and down slurping and putting pressure with your tongue and lips on the tip, his hand slowly started pushing your head on his cock. He let you get used to his size, your lips stretching slightly as he pushed further.

“Ah fuck, Yunho.. her mouth feels so good.. you gotta-you gotta try this” Yeosang said breathless, catching the other men's attention. Yunho smirked and waited for his turn.

Aa you bobbed your head up and down on Yeosang’s cock and stroked your hand on Yunho's on your left, you started to focus on making Yeosang cum first so you could suck Yunho off, too. Within a few more licks of your tongue and hard sucking on the tip he came down your throat, making you slightly choke on his huge load. Yunho chuckled, satisfied at the view of you choking and couldn't content his excitement at being sucked off by you, that he slowly moved Yeosang from your face - who was panting still - and harshly tilted your chin up so that you could take his cock in your mouth.

“Can I join in, too?” Jongho said, his cock already heavy and dripping in his hand.

You nodded briefly while sucking on Yunho's cock and he joined in… but he didn't joke when he said he'd *join in*. He made his way right in front of you and switched places with Yunho for a moment until he was satisfied, then after you sucked him off for a moment he exchanged glances with Yunho and they came to a silent agreement. Yunho, *slowly* made the tip of his cock fit at the same time with Jongho's and you started to suck both simultaneously.

Yunho’s hand tangled in your hair, barely resisting from mouth fucking you. He softly pulled you towards his pelvis, both cocks filling up your mouth good. Jongho whined at the sensation, his head lolling back in pleasure.

“Yeah.. that’s it, darling..” Jongho said, his ragged breath giving away the fact that he was damn close. Yunho was too, his hand pulling your hair softly backwards only to thrust powerfully in your mouth. Each of them fucked your mouth prettily until they came down your throat, filling your mouth with their cum. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being stretched by their cocks only amplifying the pleasure and arousal growing in your belly.. and between your legs.

You had just finished with Jongho and Yunho, your hands still trembling slightly as they stepped back, their satisfied expressions lingering as they caught their breath. The room was filled with a heavy scent. As they backed away, the other four men—Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Wooyoung—moved forward, their eyes locked on you, filled with a mix of hunger and anticipation. The air grew heavier, the tension palpable as they closed in on you, ready to claim their turn.

But before they could make their move, a voice that brooked no argument cut through the silence.

San stepped in front of you, his presence commanding, and with one smooth motion, he cupped your face in his hands, his touch tender yet possessive. His gaze softened as he looked down at you, but his words were sharp, like a warning.

"The next man to make a move without her permission will regret it," San's voice was calm but held an undeniable authority. He leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he asked, "Tell me, who do you want?"

You felt your heart race, the pressure mounting as the room fell deathly quiet. The other men—Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Wooyoung—shifted uncomfortably behind San, their whispers of complaint barely audible. "This is taking too long," Hongjoong muttered softly. He's gonna make us wait?" Seonghwa sighed in frustration, his voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't fair." Even Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged glances, their impatience palpable, but they dared not protest further. They knew better than to challenge San’s authority.

A bead of sweat trickled down your temple as you stared at San, unsure of what to say. The choice was overwhelming, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever. You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. "I... I..." Your voice wavered, and your hands shook as you glanced at each man in turn.

Finally, with a stutter, you managed to say, "M-Mingi."

San’s lips curled into a small, approving smile. "Good choice," he murmured, backing away just enough to allow Mingi to step forward. His praise made your chest tighten in both relief and anticipation.

Then San turned to the others, his gaze cold and decisive. "Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Back off. Stay with Yunho, Jongho, and Yeosang until she's done. She'll decide what to do next."

Reluctantly, the remaining three men complied, their disappointment clear, but they knew better than to defy San’s orders.

The room quieted once more as Mingi stepped closer, and the weight of your decision settled in. He positioned himself to your mouth and let you take the lead for a moment.

Mingi stepped forward, his eyes dark with desire as he knelt before you, his towering frame somehow softening with a nervous yet eager energy. His hand trembled slightly as he guided his cock to your mouth, the warmth of your breath against him drawing a shuddering moan from his lips. He wasn’t shy about making sounds; each gasp and whimper escaping him felt raw, his pleasure uninhibited. “God… you’re so good,” he murmured breathlessly, his voice catching as you dragged your tongue along his length in a slow, deliberate motion. The way you swirled your tongue and teased him at the tip had him bucking his hips slightly, his hands gripping your shoulders for balance as his knees threatened to give out. Every lick, every motion from your mouth sent Mingi spiraling closer to the edge, his moans turning into desperate whines that filled the room. Every sound that escaped his throat gave you energy to suck him more, deeper, faster, sloppier, even if his huge, girthy cock was making you choke on it with every deeper thrust. “Y-you’re… gonna make me—” he stammered, and before he could finish his sentence, his climax overtook him. His body tensed as he came, the sound of his loud, unrestrained moan echoing through the room.

Panting heavily, Mingi stepped back, his legs shaky as he tried to steady himself. You wiped your lips, your own breath coming in short, heavy pants as the intensity of the moment settled between you. For a brief moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the shared experience thick in the air.

Mingi finally broke the silence, offering you a sheepish smile. “That was… incredible,” he admitted, his voice still husky. “But what do we do now?”

Before you could answer, San’s familiar voice cut in, smooth and commanding as ever. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, stepping forward with his trademark confidence. His gaze flicked between you and Mingi before landing on you, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“How about this,” San began, his tone low and almost teasing. “You take Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Yeosang next. All at once. Then, when they’re done…” He glanced over at Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho, his smirk widening. “You’ll handle them. Together.”

His words sent a ripple through the room, the other men exchanging glances, their expressions a mixture of excitement and anticipation. San’s smirk deepened as his gaze returned to you, his voice dropping even lower.

“And when that’s over,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto yours, “it’ll finally be my turn.”

San’s tone held a sense of finality, his dominance undeniable as he stood tall before you. “The best things,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “are always saved for last.”

The tension in the room was palpable, every man’s gaze now fixed on you, waiting to see how you’d respond. San’s command lingered in the air, his natural authority unmistakable as you tried to steady your racing heart and prepare for what lay ahead.

Your lips trembled, the weight of anticipation heavy as you stood surrounded by three of them—Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Hongjoong—each waiting, their eyes fixed on you. Finally, you stammered, “Y-yes,” the word escaping in a breathy whisper.

San’s gaze softened, pride shining in his dark eyes as he stepped closer to you. Gently, he cupped your face, his thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek. “That’s my good girl…” he murmured, “or should I say… good slut?” his voice low and rich.. His lips quirked into a smirk as his gaze flicked briefly to the men nearby. The sudden word he said made your eyes widen, surprised he hasn’t used those type of words yet.. as he always uses them when there is just the two of you.

“If you want the chance to be with me tonight,” he continued, his voice smooth and commanding, “you’ll be a good girl for them first. Take care of them. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your breath catching under the weight of his intense stare. “Good,” he said, stepping back and motioning toward Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Hongjoong. “Go on, show them what my good, little slut is capable of.”

San moved aside and as soon as Seonghwa approached you first, his movements slow and confident, San stopped and turned around. “Ah… I almost forgot. Listen carefully," he growled, his voice low and laced with a deadly calm that sent a chill through the air. "She’s mine. The only one who has the right to speak to her like that is me—and even then, it’s only because she allows it. If I catch so much as a whisper of disrespect from any of you, there won’t be warnings, there won’t be second chances. I will make you disappear, and you all know pretty damn well how I take care of people that cross my words.”

“Got it, boss!” all of them said in unison, clearly spooked by his words, but with a good reason.

Seonghwa stepped in front of you. His strong arms slid around you, pulling you firmly against him with your back pressing to his chest. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. Yeosang stepped in next, his hand grazing along your thigh before resting on your hip. His fingers trailed up, featherlight, before settling in place. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your temple.

Hongjoong followed, stepping to your side with a teasing smirk. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, tilting your head gently toward him. “You’re safe with us,” he murmured, his voice low and steady before capturing your lips in a kiss that was as consuming as it was gentle.

Their touches surrounded you, each of them focused on you as the last layers of fabric were shed from their bodies, leaving only warmth and closeness between you. The atmosphere was charged, the air electric as anticipation built around you.

Seonghwa adjusted his hold, his arms sliding beneath your knees to lift your legs effortlessly, pressing them against your chest in a mating press. His chest was firm against your back, his grip steady and sure as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the side of your neck. The new closeness made your breath hitch, heat flooding your senses as you leaned back into him.

Yeosang and Hongjoong steadied you on either side, their hands gliding along your thighs and hips, their touches reverent yet deliberate. Yeosang’s lips brushed against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin, while Hongjoong whispered your name softly, his voice sending sparks through you.

As Seonghwa positioned himself right under you and began to move, his breath caught, a low groan escaping him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His cock thrusted deep in your ass, his movements deliberate and controlled, each shift of his body sending a wave of warmth coursing through you. Hongjoong soon joined, his body aligning with yours as he ligned his cock to your folds, rubbing it up and down for a couple of times before sliding right in, his quiet gasps mixing with Seonghwa’s.

Yeosang’s steadying hands roamed your sides, offering a grounding presence amid the growing intensity. His kisses traced a path along your shoulder, and his voice was a soothing counterpoint to the fervent rhythm the others set.

The synchronized motion between Seonghwa and Hongjoong was overwhelming, each of their movements filled with purpose, their breaths shallow and mingling with your own. Seonghwa’s grip on you never faltered, his strength keeping you secure as he murmured against your ear, “You’re perfect..”

Their closeness was intoxicating, and the connection shared between the four of you was more than physical—it was a deeply intimate expression of trust, affection, and unspoken understanding. Each kiss, each whisper of praise, and every deliberate movement spoke volumes, leaving you surrounded by warmth and devotion.

Yeosang shifted with purpose, his hands smoothing over your sides with deliberate care before he moved to position himself beneath you. His movements were careful yet assertive, his hands guiding your hips as he thrusted himself in your cunt, his body perfectly aligned to support you. His chest rising briefly as he murmured, “Let me take care of you, too,” his voice low but filled with steady confidence. The feeling of being filled by both Yeosang’s and Hongjoong’s cocks was damn overwhelming and pleasurable, tears falling down your cheeks as you were held up by the 3 boys. But.. one was missing.

The room pulsed with heat, your body trembling from the overwhelming sensations of Yeosang’s deliberate rhythm beneath you and Hongjoong’s teasing precision. Every sound, every touch, had you teetering on the edge, your breaths hitching as you tried to keep up with the intensity.

“Forgot about me for a second, huh?” Wooyoung’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and playful, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed just how impatient he had been. He stood near you and the boys, watching you.

Your eyes flicked to him, and the moment they met his, he was already moving. Whatever remained of his clothes was gone in an instant, hitting the floor without hesitation. “You look so good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as, his hands ghosting over your trembling thighs.

Yeosang let out a low chuckle, his grip on your waist tightening as he adjusted his angle. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

“You have no idea,” Wooyoung replied, his hands sliding up to your hips, brushing against Yeosang’s as he steadied you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.

Hongjoong smirked, his fingers caressing your thigh as he watched Wooyoung with quiet amusement. “Don’t overwhelm her right away. She still needs to be in shape for whatever boss wants to do with her later.”

But Wooyoung was unrelenting, his lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder, his kisses growing more insistent. He looked at Seonghwa as he guided his cock into you. The stretch was overwhelming, the new sensation pulling a sharp gasp from your lips as your body adjusted to the addition… in your ass, right where Seonghwa had been fucking you for a while. Wooyoung let out a low groan, his forehead pressing briefly against your shoulder as he steadied himself. “You feel… unreal,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Seonghwa, who had been quietly observing, started to thrust in sync with Wooyoung, filling you up. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soft and commanding as his lips brushed your ear.

Wooyoung’s movements were slow at first, his hands steadying you as he found his rhythm.

The room was thick with heat, your body trembling as Yeosang and Hongjoong moved in sync, their rhythm pushing you closer to the edge. Their hands gripped you firmly, Yeosang’s nails digging into your waist while Hongjoong’s fingers tightened on your thighs. The pressure inside you was almost unbearable, but it only heightened the pleasure coursing through your body.

“Just like that,” Hongjoong groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you in hot waves. A cry ripped from your lips as Yeosang followed, his grip steadying you as he filled you to the brim, the sensation overwhelming.

Behind you, Wooyoung let out a low growl, his chest pressed against your back as Seonghwa whispered praises into your ear. Their movements were relentless, each thrust drawing out another moan from your trembling body.

“You’re perfect,” Seonghwa murmured, his voice strained as he sank deep inside you, his warmth joining Wooyoung’s as their releases filled you in unison. The sensation of both of them spilling into you left you breathless, your body tightening as your climax crashed over you in a wave of blinding pleasure.

A broken sob escaped your lips as you felt everything—every stretch, every pulse of warmth as they stayed inside you, their hands soothing you as you shuddered in their arms.

“S-so full,” you whimpered, your voice shaky as tears slipped down your cheeks, your body utterly spent yet tingling from the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled.

Their warmth surrounded you, grounding you as you came down from the high, your body still trembling but utterly sated.

The weight of San’s gaze lingered on you, dark and full of unspoken hunger. He stepped closer, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. “So needy,” he murmured, his voice low and full of heat. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his piercing stare. “One more round, sweetie. That’s it. Then you’re all mine.” His thumb brushed over your trembling lips as his tone dropped further. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you after watching this, you little slut.”

Before you could respond, San stepped back, and Mingi’s hands slid to your waist. He pulled you closer, his large palms steady and grounding as his lips found your neck. The soft press of his mouth left a warm trail, and the quiet groan he let out sent a shiver through you.

Behind you, Jongho’s touch was firmer, his hands gripping your hips as his breath fanned against your shoulder. He didn’t speak, but the heat of his presence and the deliberate press of his lips to your skin left you breathless.

“Just like that,” Yunho murmured, his deep voice a soothing contrast to the desperate need in his eyes. His fingers grazed along your jawline, tilting your face toward him.

You gasped softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of their touches and the way they surrounded you. San’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding yet dripping with a dark fondness. “Good girl,” he said, his tone rough as he leaned in to press a fleeting kiss to your temple. “Now let them have their moment, because after this…” His words trailed off, his smirk growing wider. “You’re mine.”

As the 3 boys started fucking you relentlessly, breaths mingling together and whines escaping your chest, they stopped suddenly. You didn't realise why until your sweet boyfriend stood right in front of you. San’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. “Stop.” The single word carried enough weight to make Mingi and Jongho halt mid-thrust, their movements freezing as their eyes turned to him. Yunho’s grip on your waist loosened slightly, though he stayed close, his breath still hot against your neck.

“You don’t get to finish yet,” San growled, stepping closer, his intense gaze boring into yours. His tone softened just slightly, but it was no less firm as he tilted your chin upward to meet his piercing eyes. “Not before them, and certainly not before me.”

You gasped softly, your breath hitching as his fingers traced your jawline, his possessive smirk returning. “You think I’m letting you come so easily?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a husky murmur. “No, darling. You’re gonna wait until I’m the one who pushes you over. I want you crying out my name, trembling and completely undone because of me. I want you so damn overstimulated you can’t even think of anyone else.”

San turned his sharp gaze to the others, his tone cool and deliberate. “You heard me. Keep her waiting.”

Mingi’s hands tightened on your hips, his grip grounding as his pace resumed, slow but deliberate. The low groans rumbling from his chest mingled with Yunho’s deep, steady breaths behind you. Jongho pressed closer, his lips brushing along your shoulder, his quiet growls sending shivers down your spine.

Their rhythm built together, their bodies perfectly in sync as your moans and cries filled the room. Mingi leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

Yunho’s hands slid up your sides, steady and warm as his lips found the nape of your neck. The way his whines wrapped around you, combined with the desperate, broken groans from Jongho, sent waves of heat coursing through you.

Your cries grew louder as their movements became more erratic, each of them chasing their orgams with a fevered intensity. Mingi’s deep groan echoed through the room as he held you tighter, his body trembling against yours as he finally came. Jongho followed moments later, his grip on your hips firm as his own breathing hitched. Yunho’s orgasm was quieter but no less intense, his face buried in your neck as his chest heaved against your back.

You trembled in their arms, overwhelmed and breathless, when a familiar voice pierced through the haze.

San stepped forward, his movements purposeful, his shirt now entirely gone. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice low and commanding, drawing all attention to him. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, thoroughly undone and trembling from the intensity. “I told you she wasn’t finished yet.”

He scooped you into his arms effortlessly, his strength both steadying and overwhelming.

He stopped in front of the tall, ornate mirror that stood near the dining table, his reflection capturing his sharp gaze as he set you down gently on the edge of the table. “Look at yourself,” he commanded, his tone rough but laced with a dark sort of tenderness.

You blinked up at him, dazed, your reflection showing your flushed cheeks and trembling frame. San smirked, his hand tilting your chin so you wouldn’t look away. “You see that? That’s what I do to you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive pride.

Before you could respond, he gently pushed you forward, your palms meeting the cool surface of the table as he pressed your body into it. His hand slid down your back, firm but reverent, as his other hand came to rest on your shoulder. “Keep watching,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “I want you to see exactly how I make you mine.”

The intensity of his words, the way he held you so effortlessly yet with complete control, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. San’s reflection in the mirror was just as commanding as his presence behind you, his gaze locked onto yours as he slowly began to thrust into your dripping cunt.

Mingi, still catching his breath from nearby, let out a low chuckle. “San, you really don’t hold back, do you?”

San glanced over his shoulder briefly, his smirk growing darker. “Of course not. She doesn’t deserve anything less.” His attention returned to you, his voice dropping as he added, “And she wouldn’t want it any other way, would you, sweetheart?”

The only response you could manage was a breathless whimper, your reflection showing every ounce of the anticipation coursing through your body as San’s grip tightened, grounding you once more in his complete control.

San’s gaze darkened as his hand choked your face and neck down on the table, his strength grounding you even as your legs trembled under the weight of his presence. “Watch me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, a blend of control and desire. His eyes flicked toward the others as he smirked. “Watch how my little slut lets me take everything from her, how much she trusts me to push her to her limits.”

His fingers trailed deliberately down your back, firm but reverent, sending a shiver coursing through you. The cool surface of the table pressed against your skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from his body as he leaned over you. “You’re mine,” he whispered into your ear, his tone soft yet charged with unrelenting intensity. “And you’ll show them exactly how good you are for me.”

The table creaked under the pressure as San started pounding into you, a silent promise of what was to come. His hand slid to your shoulder, steadying you, his thumb brushing soothing circles into your skin as his other hand started to slowly tangle in your messed up hair.

Your breath caught as he bent down, his lips brushing just below your ear. “Don’t you dare look away,” he murmured, his voice sending a rush of anticipation through you. “I want you to see everything. Every moment. Every second of what I do to you.”

Your reflection in the mirror revealed the truth—the flushed heat of your cheeks, the dazed look in your eyes as you nodded, overwhelmed by his intensity. San’s smirk deepened, his possessiveness evident in every movement as he fucked you, ensuring you felt every ounce of his unwavering focus.

The tension in the room was palpable, each sound amplified as the others watched, their breaths mingling with yours. San’s hold on you remained steady, his thrusts getting sloppier, deeper, more purposeful.

“S-San..!” you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he hit your cervix, the roughness of it all sending you over the edge. His hand hovered underneath you, feeling up your belly. As he bottomed down as deep as he was able, stretching you the fuck out, he could feel his cock softly bulging in your lower belly. He let out a satisfied sigh, smiling in the mirror as he saw your eyes teary.

“Yes.. that's it, slut. Scream my damn name.” San said as his pace grew faster and deeper, table creaking under his force. “I thought you'd be all loosened up from the boys fucking you at the same time but damn… their cocks ain't competing with mine. Is that right, darling?” he smirked, looking in your eyes in the mirror as he heard the boys complain in the background.

“Y'all better shut your mouths if you don't want me to give you a reason to complain.” he said between thrusts and they nodded, defeat visible in their eyes.

“Tell me, slut. You're close, is that right?” The way your breath hitches… and the way you desperately arch your back against the hardwood.. “

“San..S-San.. please. P-please.. -ah!” you moaned out as he jerked your head upwards by your hair. His thrusts grew erratic, your head dizzy from his power. He pounded in you a few times before filling you up with his huge load of cum, your walls clenching around his huge cock. Right after him you cry out in pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, tears streaming down your cheeks and on the table. You squirted all over the table under you as he slowed down and then pulled out, lifting you up in his embrace and watched you come undone.

“Damn.. I didn't know Boss is this fucking rough with her.” Yunho said, surprised at the power he fucked you with.

“Yeah but.. the princess seems to enjoy it, too.” Yeosang added, the other boys nodding in agreement.

“Everyone had their way, right? Now, all, get out and get washed. Y'all know we have a busy schedule tomorrow. I'll take care of my girl.” San ordered and watched the boys leave his home before bringing you to the shower, talking you through it.

He asked you all sorts of questions. How was it, if you liked it… how did it feel. If you were scared for even a moment or if you doubted him. All these questions made you grow fonder of him, but you were too spent to answer everything in detail. He washed you and himself up and went to bed with you, cuddling and stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

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waking up the hq boys at midnight to get ice-cream hcs🍦

characters: tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, ushijima, sugawara,  oikawa,  kageyama 

note: yes, this was very much inspired by that one tiktok sound where the girl wakes up her bf to get ice-cream- 

also, i use midnight as like..the middle of the night- not actaully 12AM lol

tw// fluff, sangwoo- 

Tsukishima Kei

you did not need to wake him up at 1AM to get ice-cream

man was already up, having just came off his phone and laying like this 😐 in bed as he either waited for himself to fall asleep or was thinking about an awkward interaction he had earlier that day 

anyway, as soon as you turned to him like ‘tsukki, do you wanna come with me to get ice-cream?’

he was suddenly 😴 fast asleep, fake snores and all

you were stubborn though, so you hopped out of bed up to go get ice-cream by yourself if he was just going to ignore you 

although, once you threw your coat on, tsukishima decided to start questioning your unusual behaviour, ‘why do you want ice-cream? it’s night; can’t you just sleep like a normal person and have ice-cream in the morning?’ 

honestly, tsukishima probably finds your nightly antics more endearing and cute rather than annoying 

he’d never admit it though- 

if you talk to him after midnight, on the outside he always looks displeased but really, he loves talking to you period

whether it is at 5PM or 1AM

you shrugged, without an explanation for your craving, ‘i don’t need to reason my midnight urges to you.’

with that, you turned on your heels to head out the door with the full intention of going to get ice-cream - this wasn’t a game 

tsukishima groaned as he finally deduced that you were being dead serious and not just doing this to irritate him

‘ugh, wait.’ he scoffed, forcing himself out of bed to follow you, ‘we have ice-cream downstairs, dumb-ass. don’t bother going out.’ 

you didn’t spare him a glance, continuing to venture to the front door, ‘yeah, but we don’t have strawberry.’ 

tsukishima glared at you, realising that persuasion would not work in this situation so he’d have to resort to brute force and trickery

‘ah, alright.’ he let out a sigh of defeat, ‘at least give us a hug before you go then.’

you paid no mind to how he referred to himself as plural, which is something he only does when he is lying or guilty as he is talking on behalf of his two faces 

also, you should’ve realised something was up when he actually asked for a hug instead of just expecting you to give him one

obliging, you wrapped him in a hug; allowing him to scoop you up into his arms, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen

‘let me go, you whore!’  you squealed, lightly slapping his back as if that’d make him let you go 

tsukishima snickered at how childish you were being, ‘you can’t go out in the middle of the night to get ice-cream. you’ll die.’ 

‘i won’t die!’

‘you definitely will.’

anyway, he ends up making you both a bowl of ice-cream and eating it with you at the kitchen table while watching Spirited Away

and despite the fact he had some too, he’ll tease you about this for..the rest of your life 

like sometimes he’ll just wake you up in the middle of the night (during holidays ofc - he respects your sleep schedule) and whisper in your ear, ‘(y/n), do you wanna come get ice-cream with me?’

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

IORFHIEBGEGBO THIS MAN

ik most ppl would think he’d just go with you without a second thought or that he’d be the one asking you to go out for ice-cream but- no- 

well, yes; he wants to 

but when you wake him at 1AM 

(which he doesn’t mind btw bc  sometimes he accidentally wakes you up at like 3AM bc he’s ragin’ on Battlefield oop-)

and you’re all like ‘ryū, wanna go get ice-cream?’ *puppy eyes*

he’s like ‘sure!- but i ain’t got money so- no ❤’ 

then he goes back to sleep 

however, if you say that you’ll pay..he’s already standing with your bags by the door

so you’re definitely gonna have to fork up some cash for that good quality pistachio gelato for him if you want his presence 😌

but tbh, if you said that you were just gonna pay for yourself, he’d come anyway-

Nishinoya Yū

y’all go out at midnight for ice-cream at least once a week-

and it literally began bc you were watching ASMRs and Mukbangs together at 1AM during a sleepover 

and one person was having some lemon gelato and it looked 👌✨ immaculate

in that moment, you both looked at each other and neither of you had to utter a single word for you both to know that there was a mutual goal in mind; to get ice-cream, ASAP

so yeah ig you didn’t have to wake him up but you did need to awake the desire for ice-cream inside him

needless to say, y’all ran to the nearest ice-cream place 

and you made a race out of it 

(you won, ofc)

AND YOU BOTH SHARED A CUP OF GELATO AND IT WAS SO CUTE ! q(≧▽≦q)

and y’know the trope where you have food on the corner of your lip/chin etc and the person kisses you to get rid of it? 

yeah he tried to do that with the trope in mind but he deadass LICKED you IWFBVBBFRI

he was like ‘omg (y/n), lemme get that for you’ 😋👅

honestly, ig it depends if you are into that kinda stuff but ik some ppl would leave fast af ( ﾟдﾟ)つ Bye

Ushijima Wakatoshi

sorry i might have a bit of favouritism going on but i feel like ushijima would be a bigger bitch about it than tsukishima (at first)

but it’s like- solely bc you woke him up y’know?

‘ushijima, wanna go get ice-cream?’

he’s just laying there with his bed-head like :/

silently livid bc you messed up his potential 9 hours of sleep

‘no.’

pester all you want but that is the best you’re getting out of him that night

HOWEVER, the following afternoon (after practise ofc), he took you out for ice-cream 😊

and unlike some would believe (by ‘some’, i mean myself 2 secs ago.) i don’t think he’d be all ‘ice-cream is horrible for your health, (y/n)’ or ‘i can’t believe you’re eating that filth. your body is a temple.’

but that rather he’d just happily eat gelato with you; everything in moderation ig :)

OH AND HE’D PURPOSELLY BUY A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR FROM YOU SO HE COULD BE LIKE

‘(y/n), do you want a bite of mine?’ and give you a spoonful to try like the romance king he is  

Oikawa Tōru

you wouldn’t wake him up bc mf needs his beauty sleep

plus, it was during a sleepover at your house so ofc you didn’t want to wake up your guest 

but he’s a light sleeper so when you’re shuffling through your stuff at 1AM, sneaking around the house to find a jacket (trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t wake him up); his eyes are open and he’s speculating that sangwoo is near

until he turns around to notice that you’re not laying next to him and he is in fact being spooned by a large pillow (probably a sangwoo body pillow smh)

after that, he hops to his feet and storms through the house in search of you so he can yell at you for ruining his sleep grr

however, once he finds you and realises that you look ready to head out, he feels inclined to firstly ask, ‘where are you going? you know it’s 2AM, right?’ 

you replied by explaining your plan to sneak out for ice-cream and he just stared at you, absolutely bewildered for a few moments

he stood like a statue with that stupid expression on his face for ages so you asked him if he was alright, to which he responded, ‘that’s such a stupid idea.’

‘so, you’re not coming with?’

‘of course i am.’

so you both ended up sitting with your ice-cream cones, in your pyjamas, on a park bench somewhere, admiring the moonlit sky along with the stars adorning it

oh, and that was actually the first time he said ‘i love you.’

Sugawara Kōshi

if feel like suga would be exactly like the guy in the sound/video: confused, tired and extremely reluctant but ofc inevitably he ends up standing outside of a dessert place, hand-in-hand with you

he’d wake up, weary from fatigue and he barely has the strength to argue with you during the day - so how exactly was he supposed to do it in the middle of the night? 

thus, he lugged himself out of bed and threw on a coat but as soon as the cold winter air bit at his nose, he was flooded with the energy and will-power to try convince you stay in with him

(It’s his parental senses) 

‘you’ll catch a cold, darling!’ (yes, he does call you that.) ‘and it’s night too, there’s probably a bunch of creeps out and around!’

at that point, it was just a battle of will

bc you both had each other’s wishes at heart

you wanted him to have peace of mind and he wanted you to have ice-cream

(and he was kinda craving some himself tbh)

so you both decided to stay in, tucking into the half-eaten tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge 

and after that, neither of you got any sleep bc you both stayed up watching movies and cuddling 🥺

Kageyama Tobio

he was wide awake at 2AM, laying beside you on the bed, practising sets 

so ofc the time wasn’t an issue

but kageyama wasn’t big on sweet treats so when you suggested that y’all should go out for ice-cream, you were shocked - to say the least - when he simply replied 

‘sure’

like why would he oppose? he was already awake. plus, he was kinda craving something sweet tbh

also, he could tell it’d make you happy and he’s whipped tbh

so you took advantage of this indifferency by immediately jolting up and dragging him to your favourite dessert place

the whole time, he acted as usual - it was as if he was just on a regular walk to school

when you got there, you both shared a sundae and he paid; what a king (❤´艸｀❤)

(it was bc you had forgotten your wallet/purse at home- but still a kind gesture 💕)

you both just sat in a booth, pecking away at the sundae while talking about anything and everything that came to mind as the low, distant R&B music from the shop’s speakers played in the background

 ‘it is flat. have you ever been on a plane before, (y/n)? did you see a single curve? no.’

you rolled your eyes, finding it physically painful how stupid kagyeama could be sometimes, ‘it’s science, kags. the earth is round! the curves are just very subtle.’

‘no.’

‘YOU CAN’T SAY NO! IT’S SCIENCE!’ 

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:1k gratitude ♡

i know this blog is still relatively new, but i’m immensely grateful for every single person who has taken the time to read, write an ask, leave notes, or simply click on any of my content. i only started writing haikyuu!! fics earlier this year, but i’m still shocked at the amount of love and support- and how this fandom welcomed me with open arms. 

i’ll be posting my 1k special later tonight (around 9PM EST). it’s something a lot of you have been requesting! i’ll put the link here when it’s posted. 

but until then, here are a bunch of people i would like to thank. 

♡ my moots! 

@kaaidalupita​ - you cockhungry libero whore ASDFGHJFDSJG thank you for being so kind and understanding with my buffering brain. that and the fact we’re thirsty 24/7 for our selfships lololol 

@atsumoon - hana! one of the first moots i’ve ever made. thank you for reaching out to me and making me all smiley with your asks. atsumu is super lucky to have you. (your bday present is going to be insanely late though, so i’m sorry ;-; )

@knightofameris - ameris!! you absolute sweetheart! thanks for tagging me in all the cool n trendy games that make me feel like a cool kid LOL. i hope things look up for you in your future, and please know that i’m always here for you!

@ceo-of-daichi​ - (you also belong in the inspo and role model list ngl) thank you for reaching out early on when this blog just started- i was insanely shy so having someone so willing to talk to me was so comforting. OH and answering all my random social sunday asks... i won’t stop with those btw. sorry not sorry. (keep an eye out, i have something for you soon muahahahah)

♡ my inspirations / role models in the fandom

note: i’m still too shy to interact with them but the fact that they MIGHT see this makes me shake as i type- like a lil fangirl PFFFFF. this is also going to act as my blog recs-- but please note that some of these authors write 18+ content, so if you’re a minor, please be wary on their boundaries. 

@soft-for-shoyo​ - GOD SAZ. literally GOD saz. she inspired my ‘shoyo back from rio’ & ‘third year shenanigans’ content. if you love shoyo, please check her out. you’d be an absolute fool to not check out the timeskip!hinata series. 

@miyangel - if you haven’t noticed- i’m a cloud wannabe. their aesthetic is literally something i had full on star eyes for- and their content is something i obsessed over even before joining the writing community. i check on her blog almost religiously. 

@miyachondria - bee’s writing is how i fantasize my selfship to be. need i say more? 

@super-noya​ - kristen’s brainrot kinktober kept me motivated in writing smut literally everyday. be sure to thank her because i definitely would not have had motivation.

@sugawara-sweetheart - NEED I SAY MORE? y’all ALREADY KNOW who this bad bitch is. the creator of fmk? the dark content? and it makes it all the better that she used to like bts cuz i feel like i’m not the only kpoppie on here. 

@missei - afton has a sideblog for dark content but EITHER WAY THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. as a fellow mattsukawa horsecock enthusiast, you cannot ignore this. 

that’s what comes to mind rn, but i’ll prolly kick myself in the face later for not remembering every single amazing hq writer that made me cry... 

♡ and of course, you guys! thank you all so much for taking the time out of your day/night and reading the utter filth that comes from my keyboard. i really enjoy writing for you guys, so i hope you stick around for the ride. 

stay tuned!

[appreciatethefoolishness]

for their own pleasure

― pairing: Taehyung x reader

― genre: fluff, smut (omg what am i doing)

― word count: 2.4k

― summary: Waking your boyfriend up by rubbing yourself on him was maybe not the best idea… or was it?

Warnings: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, pure filth, name-calling?, teasing etc 

― A/N: I got bias wrecked a few nights ago and well the outcome was this, btw I’m so glad nobody knows about this blog in my real life I would die ahaha. don’t post/copy my work without my permission © 

You didn't know how but you ended up on top of him, your clothed breasts pressed against his naked chest on the hotel bed. Only a few minutes ago you had been dreaming a rather sexual dream about your boyfriend and subconsciously rubbed yourself on him and when you woke up you didn't want to stop. Both of your legs were on either side of his body as you moved your hips against his in a desperate plea. Even though you felt bad that he was asleep and disrupting his hours of resting you kept going. As your whimpers were muffled by the duvet beside his head you could feel him toss a little under you and you turned your head to see his brows furrowed still with his eyes closed.

“Uh, Y/N?” he mumbled voice low and hoarse as his eyes fluttered open to get an idea of what was happening with him. “What…”

You didn't answer him but pushed harder down on his length and shoved your face in the soft pillow again. Taehyung was breathing more heavier than normal and his cock had without his knowledge harden by the stimulation. The pressure against your core and clit was so good when you rolled your hips and your fingers grasped his shoulders more roughly making your nails dug half-moon shapes in his honey-colored skin.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, rubbed his face to wake up more before he gripped your waist to help you move, “I can feel how wet you are through my briefs.”

It was true, your panties were dripping with arousal and stuck uncomfortably against your wetness. His words made you squeeze around nothing and a whine left your lips as your knees buckled weakly.

“Ngh, Tae.. Taehyung…” you cried out grinding against his now rock hard cock, “I want you, I need you now.”

You turned to breathe the last word in his ear and you could feel how his body shuddered and his long fingers tightened around you.

“Yeah?” He husked as one of his hands found its way to your cheek to cup it before bringing your lips to his in a messy kiss. His lips were greedy when he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and lightly bit on it making you hips buckle and before you knew it he had turned you over so you were the one laying on your back under him, without breaking the kiss.

His fingers caressed your flushed cheek and forced you to spread your legs for him to lay in between them. His mouth left your lips for a moment to kiss down your neck and your shoulders and back up again. Everything felt so hot, the back of your neck and forehead sticky with sweat, your thighs and between your legs burned with heat as your cunt craved more of his attention.

“You want me?” He repeated, his tongue wetted his pink lips as he pulled away to lock eyes with you. “Exactly how do you want me?”

He teased you, he knew how much you disliked to beg for him but he couldn't help it, he just loved it when you finally gave in. He brushed his lips against yours in a peck and let his forehead rest on yours.

“Oh no~, don't make me say it.” You rasped out as your cheeks took a pink hue and a smirk formed on his face. He then pushed his big member against you again and you gasped at the feeling.

“You have to tell me what to do, how would I otherwise know?” He whispered as he slowly but steadily started to tug your shirt over your head and underwear down your legs. It was a release as you finally were bare for him when he tossed the panties away somewhere in the corner of the room, “Tell me what you want. My fingers? Tongue? Dick?”

Your head was spinning and before you could take in what he said his fingers came to rest on your needy wet slit.

“I- I don't know… maybe,” you breathed and tossed around as you felt two of his finger glide in your opening and lips on your skin again. It was a stretch but a good one as you shaky tried to finish your sentence, “y-your cock.”

Your hands rested on the back of his neck and played with the smooth hair there as he paused for a split second before snorting amused and the long fingers inside of you started to move in and out.

“See that wasn't so hard, was it?” he smiled devilishly against your neck as he finger fucked you harder and small whimpers escaped your mouth, “now just ask nicely and I'll give it to you, baby.”

“Uh, I-,” you couldn't talk, the feeling of his strong fingers inside your wet walls and the sound they made when he pushed them in and out of you made you tremble. You didn't have the energy to talk back to him and just decided to obey him just for today. “Please… please, Taehyung fill me up,” you managed to say, your dignity was long forgotten as your raising hormones took over, “I miss your cock, I want it in me so bad.”

Taehyung cursed and you felt his boner twitch by your hoarse voice as he quickly pulled down his boxers at an impressive speed. His cock was erected and the tip was rosy with precum leaking from it. It looked painfully hard and screamed for attention but you didn't get much time to admire it as he pulled his fingers away from your opening to slam into you with a jerk of his hips, groaning loudly in your ear.

You inhaled sharply, his cock felt big and thick inside of you as he stayed still waiting for you to get more comfortable. It didn't feel bad but every time you two had sex you were as surprised as you were the first time of his massive girth. You wrapped your legs around him and he gulped hard.

“Y-you okay?” He asked with a voice deep and lips pressed together and sweat forming in his hairline. “Can I move?”

You didn't know how to answer except for nodding vigorously and he didn't need to be told twice. Soon he pulled out so just the tip of his thick length was inside of you and then he pushed in fully. Hard. You cried out in pain but pleasure at once. He kissed you to keep you quiet as you couldn't keep your high pitched moans to yourself anymore, it just felt so good.

“Shh,” he cooed balls in deep in you, “don't cry. Want me to stop?”

Without your consent tears had started to form in the corner of your eyes as he wiped them away with his thumbs. “No,” you shook your head, “keep going, I can take it.” Walls clenched around him and a hiss left his lips. “Fuck me harder.” 

“Harder?” He mumbled under his breath, “you're sure?”

You nodded and it was like he’d held so much back when he started to thrust into you in a much faster speed. His strokes were also harsher and more painful but you liked the pain, the feeling of him ruin you and stretching you out like no one else ever could.

“Look how well you take my cock, baby,” he groaned looking down at where your bodies were connected, “just how slutty are you to start grind on me when I'm asleep?” he asked in a particularly hard stroke making the bed and you jerk and you gasped. “So horny and needy for my big cock to fill you up huh?” he hissed, “just look at you, loving this, the feeling of my dick stretching your tight cunt? Ah, you feel so fucking good.”

It made your walls tighten around him and he hissed in pleasure. You were close and he noticed immediately.

“Taehyung, can I cum?” You cried as you started to lift your hips up to meet his strokes halfway through, “Please!”

He growled lowly and pulled his hips down harder burying his cock deeper in you as waves of fire overtook you and you clenched your teeth together in a huff. The bed felt uncomfortably warm and wet under you but it didn't really matter because all your attention was on Taehyung's tense form and the aching feel in your entrance.

“Hhm, but do you deserve it?” He grunted, not slowing down on his pace at all, his cock bruising your insides. “You've been bad today, waking me up at 4 am, begging me to fuck you.”

“No, no, I don't,” you tugged at his hair, letting his soft locks tickle your fingertips and he kissed you in response, “I'm sorry but just please…,” you murmured against his lips.

“Not yet.” He said almost mad and your stomach crumbled when he slid in again.

He was cruel, his cock angry as he pounded right into you so hard you shrieked in surprise and bliss. He kept going at the harrowing speed and soon you felt your high coming closer but he stopped, leaving you frustrated and wanting more. His dick stayed still inside of you and you tried to wiggle your hips to get more friction but his hands pressed you down easily.

“What? Do you not like it when someone else's using you for their own pleasure?” He mumbled stroking the skin of your hip bones. “What you did only minutes ago to me?” you didn't need to open your eyes to know he was smirking, “You're not allowed to cum before I do, oh-okay?” He whispered and your eyes widened.

“B-but I can’t!” you begged and his dark eyes stared right back at you, the hunger in them made your breath hitch.

“Oh, but you will.” He growled and his next movement made your eyes roll back in your head when the euphoria downed your senses. You back arched and you moaned loudly, surly waking someone up next door, his arms were now on either side of your face and he had more room to slam into you.

“Oh, shit so tight,” he huffed, chest and cheeks flushed, “I fuck you so well, don't I hmm?”

Soon his thrusts picked up their pace again and now he was chasing his orgasm like a mad man. Skin slapped against yours and moans turned into whimpers as he changed position laying on his elbows instead. “Oh, fuck I'm gonna cum,“ he managed to utter as all his strength focused on the place between your legs and it was a miracle you hadn't cum yet for how fast and hard he was going.

“Yes, please Taehyung, cum inside me want your cum in me.” You begged, feeling the pit in your stomach tighten by every thrust.

Your words were the last drop as he came with a small moan of your name and aggressive jerks of his hips and you felt the hot stem cover your walls. He kept jerking until he was completely milked by you and collapsed on your body. You were still tense wanting a release so much it hurt but you didn't do anything, waiting for him to calm down first.

His mouth hovered above your lips, his breath hot and heavy before he kissed your Cupid's bow, the corner of your mouth and the bottom lip before planting a big on them. You felt his thick cum drip from you and mixing with your own excitement.

“Does my baby want to cum?” he whispered fingers stroking your cheek and your eyes widened in response as you nodded needily.

His fingers traveled between your perky breasts, over your ribs and stroking your stomach down to where his now softening cock filled you up. He started caressing your clit and you trembled and started to roll your hips against him.

“I want you to come around me, just like this.” He whispered, the tip of his fingers massaged your swollen bud and you moaned loudly.

You just felt so full and complete, it was something about him not pulling out yet that made your insides turn in the best way possible. It felt so close and personal like he wanted to stay like this forever and when he put some more pressure on your special spot you knew you could hold on anymore.

“Ah, God! Taehyung I'm cumming, I'm cumming now!” You cried your heart beating fast, back curved and legs locking around him.

“Yeah, Y/N, cum around my cock like the good girl I know you are.” He grunted fingers rubbed your clit as he bit the skin over your collar bone and that was your limit.

Your mouth fell open as moans and curses left your lips and your vision turned fuzzy. The fire in your lower stomach exploded and it felt like you could touch the stars as your whole body shook and your muscles pulsing and you came. Soon the tense feeling you had felt was completely gone and the energy had left you in a jiffy. Taehyung eventually pulled out making you grimace of the empty feeling, his dick wet and some cum dripped down both of you on to the bedsheets.

“Aish, look what a mess.” He mumbled putting himself back in his boxers laying beside you. “I kind of feel bad for the people that have to clean this tomorrow.” You hummed in agreement.

“Should I go and get something?” You asked  eyelids heavy but he tugged you closer preventing you from moving, “or take a shower?”

“No, let's just sleep.” he kissed your sweaty forehead, “we can be disgusting tonight.”

You weakly laughed resting your head on his chest.

“Sorry that I woke you up, I know you have a big gig tomorrow…,” you apologized tracing a heart with your finger over one of his shoulders and a half-smile tugged at his lips.

“Don't worry about it,” he whispered hugging you tighter, “just next time, can you wait until at least 6 am?” you giggled at his cute yawn and his brows furrowed in a teasing manner. He then poked your nose and kissed it chuckling with you. “Now go to sleep, you naughty girl.”

You didn't know how but you then fell asleep still with the cum inside of you leaking out of your sleep. When you later woke up well… like Taehyung said you were glad you didn't work at the hotel.

[suzi-q-uinn]

Nothing! - (NSFW)

Yasumasa x MC

In honour of @alloveroliver #AllOverKinkTober event.

Day 23: Hate-fucking / angry sex

No one does hate/angry sex better than SLBP's Yasumasa. That boi needs such a good old spanking if you ask me - I volunteer btw. Anyway he's up to his usual below.

Not spell checked. Etc. Sorrys.

***

"Stop complaining. Your last mission would have yielded a far greater success had you been better around women."

Ieyasu told Yasumasa with a deadpan face - eyes hard and unrelenting.

His retainer scowled, but remained silent. That was the moment MC returned to the hall to collect the second stack of dishes she'd placed in the corner after dinner.

Yasumasa stared daggers at her, but a scrape of Ieyasu's throat made him steel his nerves.

"By your command," he mumbled and then walked over to her, lifted the last stack and spat in a gruff voice: "I'll help!"

MC frowned at him, frozen in place by the utter strangeness of his actions. It made him feel the need to elaborate.

"My Lord has ordered me to assist you. Although I am samurai and should not be made to help filth like you, I have no choice."

"Yasumasa...." Came Ieyasu's voice. A warning implied.

"Fine. Let's go."

He stalked out of the door and MC glanced at Ieyasu, catching a glint in the eyes and a small smirk around the lips, before dashing off after the retainer.

***

"Thank you Lord Yasumasa. That is all the help I'll require today." MC spoke with the last dregs of her patience. Stunned by how difficult one man could be. He'd a foul thing to say about just about anything and she - frankly - had enough and just wanted him to be gone.

But, he wasn't leaving. Instead he sat on the chair in the corner and watched her continuing to sweep the kitchen floor. She stopped and leaned on her broom.

"Uhm. Perhaps you didn't hear me? You're free to go. And thank you for your help today."

"I'm not deaf - although your screeching makes me wish I was."

He scowled at her again. She wondered for a moment in jest to herself if this was simply just his natural look.

"But I cannot leave."

His scowl deepened, anger flaring in his eyes.

"Lord Ieyasu has ordered me to assist you and not let you out of sight until he is satisfied I can be around women. Figures he send me to shadow the worst one of your sex."

MC felt like ice and frozen solid. A cold spread through her abdomen and chilled her heart ... Clung to her neck as if suffocating her.

She frowned at him, anger gathering her eyebrows. A small flicker of outrage grew rapidly - replacing cold with intense heat. It burned her up until she almost felt the flames shoot out of her eyes.

Even Yasumasa noticed, unconsciously sitting up - straightening his back and lifting his chin defiantly against the rage he saw building in her.

"I don't like it either. But orders are orders. Let just play his little game until he tires of it."

"Are you kidding me?!" 

MC dropped her broom which landed with a loud clatter as she strode to the door, ready to open it, find her Lord and tell him he had gone utterly insane. Only to be stopped before her hand had even reached the latch by a harsh yank on her arm.

She stumbled into Yasumasa who seemed surprised by the vigor of his own pulling power, which he ignored so he could set her right.

"Are you mad woman? What do you hope to accomplish? You know our Lord right. You'll only make it worse. Use that rotten excuse you have for a brain, wench."

If looks could kill he'd be dead ten times over. But she had to admit he was right... Reluctantly. As she released some of her rage Yasumasa seem to absorb it. He pushed her against the door. Head bent down so they where face to face as he pressed up against her and growled through his teeth.

"Do you'd think I'd spend even a minute with you out of choice?"

She was silent - there was nothing to say - but she didn't back down. Staring into his face with a stubborn set to her chin and a challenging look in her eyes.

****

"There!" MC sounded chuffed as she placed the screen between their futons. Ieyasu had sent maids to deliver Yasumasa bedding earlier. They also presented them with a bottle of sake and two cups.

"As if I'd look at a woman like you," he scoffed, dropping down on his side of the screen. He laid down on his back and listened to her. The rustle of her clothes, the sound of fabric being discarded. The thought of her naked on the other side...

He couldn't stand it. Angrily he grabbed the sake and poured himself a cup, only to sling it down in a flash and refill it. The damn cook of all women! Why her?, he wondered. Ieyasu and his silly games.

"Where is the sake?"

"Here of course."

She came around the screen wearing her sleeping robes looking quite put out.

"Why do you have it?"

"Why not? It's mine. I need a drink so I can deal with having to look at you like that."

"It's just as much mine. Hence the TWO cups!"

MC bit back, agitated to the point she didn't feel quite herself. She'd normally never be so argumentative. But Yasumasa was getting under her skin.

"Well I am not stopping you, am I," he snapped back. Sipping his drink angrily.

"Fine!"

She stomped closer ready to reach down and grab the flask and second cup, but she stumbled in her angry haste. And tumbled over his legs, landing on her side on top of his futon.

Her robes where a mess, her hip was aching and her exposed legs were in his lap. Yasumasa looked surprised and annoyed, feeling these emotions in equal measures.

Tears sprang to her eyes. MC felt embarrassed and ridiculous. She was in pain and scolding her clumsy self to pick here and now to pull a stunt like this - with him of all people. She knew he was going to milk it and put her down.

And true to expectation she didn't have to wait long. Because after staring at the bare legs draped over his lap for a fraction too long Yasumasa turned his face to her, eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"What are you trying to do, you hussy. Do you really think that the soft, bare skin of your legs..."

He traced a hand over her leg, caressing her skin and sending chills up her spine.

"...Is going to tempt me? You slu-"

Before he could continue, MC rolled onto her back and started to push herself away from him using her legs. Away from his hand, his words and the look in his eyes.

She knew she was hurting him, kicking away from him almost frantic, not caring where her feet landed. He was such a total asshole anyway. A moment later however Yasumasa had recovered from the shock of her crazy reaction and with incredible speed normally preserved for the battle field he'd grabbed her legs and pulled her back.

Pushing them down he moved quickly, and within a breath and a heartbeat he was sitting on top of her, one hand pushing both of hers to the bedding whilst the other circled her throat.

They stared at each other, panting, agitated.

"I hate you..." She growled, eyes narrowed.

He squeezed his hand slightly when she spoke, making her swallow and part her lips to draw a breath.

"You assh-"

Something in him snapped, he wanted to silence her. And before she could finish her sentence, he kissed her... A moment later she kissed him back.

It was wild and frantic. So wrong and so all consuming. Their tongues fought for control even as his hips ground into her. Every time she pulled away to catch her breath his hand would grab her chin and pull her back, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

He wanted MC to submit to him, but she was having none of it. Pushing her hands up against his and even biting his lip. He pulled back when he felt the sting.

Sitting back on his hunches Yasumasa looked at the kitchen wrench. Both were panting loudly. She had disheveled hair, her sleeping kimono was half open and her lips were red from kissing so ferocious...

He swallowed. The look in her eye still wild. He felt the tremendous urge to ravish her again.

Anger bubbled up inside of him. What  was she doing to him. But even as he wondered this, he found his hands reaching out.

Yasumasa ripped open her sleeping robes and dove in. Sucking on a nipple as he roughly kneaded the other breast. Her back arched and she called out.

One hand was already moving down in between her legs. He pushed two fingers in as his thumb found her clit and pumped hard.

"Ah!" She exclaimed, but he took no notice as he marked her skin. A  bloom here and there dotted around her chest. His fingers slick with her arousal.

With a sudden urge he freed his manhood from its confines and coated the tip with her juices as he once again found her lips with his.

Wildly kissing her, he pushed in slowly, stretching her. She moaned into his mouth. He knew he wasn't easy to accommodate, but he wanted it to hurt. To make her feel him any which way.

He pulled away from the kiss, placed his lips near her ear and panted: "I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

He felt her tighten around his dick at these words and started pounding her.

Hard and relentless, he was. MC squealed and clung to him as his muscles rippled under the strain. He bit her shoulder and she pulled him back by his hair finding his eyes.

"I. hate. you. Ya. su. Ma-sah."

MC managed between each deep drive into her. He snorted.

"But you. love my dick. right."

She huffed angrily and turned her face away. He laughed until she tightened her core muscles.

"Fuck! Nnng" Yasumasa exclaimed. "You bitch!"

He rammed up his pace despite the desire to make her come first. She needed to come first or she could say he was a lousy lover and he couldn't bare the idea of her saying such things of him.

"You better be. Careful. Pulling stunts. Like that."

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his muscles rippled from his harsh movements.

"Cause I'm. Gonna. pump. you. Full. of my. Cum."

She trembled under him as her core tightened once more. But the look in her face said it all. She was fighting it, which made him want to make her come undone even more.

"Kiss me!"

Yasumasa whispered the words, but the tone was commanding. Refusal not an option. The authority in his voice absolute. And to his amazement, for once - she listened.

With one final, frantic kiss she claimed his seed. Milking him for every drop as he came hard with her. It was sublime torture to surrender so utterly to her.

***

He claimed her another three times that night - unable to help himself. And that was exactly why he hated her more than ever. The hussy.

This was indeed what he'd say to Ieyasu every time he'd the chance. He was merely stating the truth. And it had absolutely nothing to do with keeping her in his bed. Nothing.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Sorry I havent been around as much!(This is Sheridan btw in case you forgot my blog name lol) College has been kicking my ass XD. But I just reblogged with my thoughts on Fearless! Just gotta prep myself before I read Brimstone lol.

Please prep yourself, bb, that fic HURT ME. Utter filth

I’m so glad you liked Fearless though!