#the second yuta gets folded

[spareorganbox]

chapter 262 predictions:

[cythena]

IF I HAD TO CHOOSE . . .

warnings . . . tits ass or thighs? multi fandom blog post ( JJK, GENSHIN, KNY, BLLK, TOKYO REVENGERS ), pxrn links to twt, tit sucking, missionary, cowgirl + reverse, backshots lol, humping, thigh fucking is so hot, fingering, fem rec oral, mentions of taking nudes, spankings, all visuals show lighter skinned people but i would never try to exclude anyone

TITS 2 3 — the ultimate life source, he lives off of the existence of yours. there's not a day that will go by where you won't catch him staring. he loves how soft they feel in his hands and how you let him squeeze them. it gets him so hard when you walk around braless or wear a tight or low cut shirt. truthfully, anything you wear is enough to get his cock stirring in his pants. he loves to worship them and dedicates time to showing you how much he loves them. sucking and slurping on your nipples is how he wants to spend his days. he fucks you extra hard to see them bounce when you're on your back. he holds you close to his chest and fucks up into you just to get his lips around your tit. pics of you in his shirt that's been pulled all the way up are his favorites. his collection of your tit pics range from selfies you sent and the dirtiest ones of you covered his cum.

satoru gojo, kento nanami, toge inumaki

kaedehara kazuha, xiao, diluc ragnivdr, thoma, venti, albedo, kamisato ayato, neuvillete

akaza, muzan, obanai iguro

yoichi isagi, rin itoshi, meguru bachira

takemichi hanagaki, seishu inui, takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, hajime kokonoi

ASS 2 3 — tight jeans and short skirts are his favorite, really anything that let him admire the curve of your ass. actually even baggier clothing made him feel proud of being the only one who knows what's underneath. he palms your ass every second of the day no matter where or who was around. he would hold it and playfully slap it whenever you were in arms reach. he would grip onto it like he would lose you and slam it against his pelvis desperately. he just needed to have his hands on your body in some way. when you were on top, he liked having your back to him so he could watch the ripples in your gorgeous ass. he would get so needy when it came to bending you over. especially when he had such quick access with you only in a shirt and panties. he'd have your back arched and all clothing pulled out of his way immediately.

toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, yuuji itadori, aoi todo, naoya zennin

scaramouche, kaeya, arataki itto, tartaglia, wriothesley, gorou

sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui

reo mikage, sae itoshi, shoei barou, ryusei shido, micheal kaiser

ken ryuguji, nahoya kawata, taiju shiba, kazutora hanemiya, shuji hanma

THIGHS 2 3 — he's so proud to admit his love for thighs. he thinks they're the most versatile. he can use them for whatever he needs. he takes naps on them, he lays on them to talk to you, he can fuck them super easily. they also look the cutest in little skirts that he buys you just to see them. then he pairs them with socks that squeeze in a way that gets his mouth watering. he gets to dress you up and take pictures of your pretty skin before his cum spills all over it. as much as he loves filling you up, he would never complain about finishing over your thighs. he'd even go as far as to clean it up then spend the rest of the night with his tongue between your folds. he'd drink ever drop you had to offer while your hands tangled in his hair. if his fingers weren't spreading you open then he'd push your thighs around his head.

choso kamo, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, hiromi higuruma

zhongli, cyno, kaveh, tighnari

giyuu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, sabito, douma

hyoma chigiri, seoshiro nagi, rensuke kunigami

manjiro sano, chifuyu matsuno, hakkai shiba, souya kawata

[bleach-your-panties]

sexy prompts for inumaki! all characters aged 18+

"T-Toge...we shouldn't do this here...they could easily see us, even from down there!"

The white-haired male only breathed a warm sigh into the crook of your neck as he helped you balance your leg up on the windowsill.

While Maki, Yuta, and Panda trained in the courtyard down below, Toge was sliding his long cock between your creamy, wet folds.

Your left hand haphazardly gripped onto the material of his pants while your right arm laid wrapped around his neck.

His nose bumped against your cheek, his silent way of asking you if you wanted him to continue.

"Yes, but, please Toge, we need to be careful. Okay?"

Those last words were lost on his ears as he shifted and gripped you underneath your armpits.

He expertly aimed his cock up at your hole and allowed you to sink yourself onto it just as you'd done so many times before.

Your face swarmed with heat as Toge bounced you on him hurriedly - there was no telling who might come around the corner or down the hallway and see the two of you in this position, but that was the entire thrill of public sex, wasn't it?

Not to mention your friends who might idly decide to glance upwards and get an eyeful of Toge pounding you in front of the open window.

But Toge, the ever-observant boyfriend noticed your apprehension about being caught, so what did he do?

He folded you at the waist, never slipping out of you as he continued his relentless thrusts.

"T-Toge! Slow down!" Your hands gripped his legs now while your head hung upside down, giving you a perfect view of his balls slamming against your ass.

"Huh, did you guys hear something? It sounded like it came from the second floor." Panda pointed a clawed finger up towards the window, where Inumaki gave him a close-eyed smile and a thumbs up.

"Oh, never mind, it's just Inumaki."

Maki pushed the furry away and adjusted her glasses to gaze up at the window as well.

"Inumaki?! What are you doing up there? Your ass should be down here training with the rest of us! And where's Y/N?!"

She impatiently stalked off with her staff thrown over her shoulder, mumbling something about slackers. Yuta brushed a hand through his dark hair sighed, and followed after the green-haired woman with Panda in tow.

"I'm gonna cum, Toge..I...my head...getting dizzy..."

Next, you were pulled up and your back slammed up against the wall beside the window. Your shaky legs came up to wrap around your boyfriend's waist.

Toge continued to bounce you on him in this new position, relishing in the sound of your moans and the way your chest bounced in rhythm with his thrusts.

Your nails dug into his shoulders while your head lolled to one side. He wanted to laugh at you, but instead let out a loud grunt. His hips stuttered and he carefully lowered both of your bodies to the floor, dick pulsing and shooting his cum up against your walls that gripped him for dear life.

"Toge...you're a monster..." You huffed at him once you came down from your orgasm and he did laugh this time while holding up the "I love you" hand signal.

"I love you, too, you bitch."

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sexy prompt list:

#21 - Fucking with the window wide open

💗💗🍡°tagging: @darkstarlight82 @eternalalmondd

[jjkamochoso]

JJK Men When You Tell Them Your Partner Cheated on You

Angst, fluff

Request from Wattpad

JJK Men x gn!reader

Warnings: slight cussing

Yuji:

“Hey, y/n! I haven’t see you around in a while, how have you been?”

Yuji came trotting toward you as you were picking out a snack from the school’s vending machine. It was the weekend so you were in your casual clothes, but your outfit consisted of an old pair of sweats and a beat up sweatshirt—nothing you wanted to be seen in. You weren’t planning on running into anyone and you weren’t in the mood for chatting, but Yuji walked much too fast and you weren’t about to leave without your food.

“I’ve been, uh, better, that’s for sure,” you said, trying to keep yourself together.

He knitted his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s going on? Do you wanna talk about it?”

You sighed, watching the plastic packet fall behind the glass. “I broke up with my partner. They cheated on me.”

Yuji immediately scooped you into a tight hug. “That’s horrible, I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

After a few long seconds of being comforted in his arms, he pulled away.

“You don’t deserve that,” he said firmly. “You’re such a good person with a big heart and they messed up big time for not seeing what they had in front of them.”

“Thank you, Yuji,” you said, wiping away stray tears.

“Of course,” he replied, smiling softly. “Do you wanna come hang out with me? We can talk about it or I can get your mind off it. I don’t mean to brag but I’m pretty good at distracting people.”

You cracked a smile for the first time in days. “I would love that. Thanks.”

“Anything for you, y/n.”

Megumi:

Megumi was walking the grounds of the school when he heard someone crying behind one of the large trees. Not wanting to leave a person in distress, he came upon your disheveled form.

“Are you… okay?” he asked lamely, gaining your attention.

“No,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “I just found out my partner’s been cheating on me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

You just sniffled in response while Megumi cringed at his generic reply to you. He wanted to make you feel better but comforting words were never his strong suit. He was about to leave but hesitated, deciding instead to do what he wished someone would do for him in that situation: he sat beside you in silence so you weren’t alone.

“It’s not your fault,” he said all of a sudden, staring off into the distance. You turned toward him in surprise, tears staining your cheeks.

He then looked at you, a fire raging in his eyes. “Anyone who cheats is a bad person. I just… I need you to understand that their actions had nothing to do with anything you did or didn’t do. They’re in the wrong, not you.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “I actually really needed to hear that. Thank you.”

He nodded, looking away again.

"I'm always here for you," he murmured. "Remember that."

Yuta:

Yuta cautiously approached the door to your room, his hand folded into a nervous fist as he hesitantly knocked on your door, hoping you wouldn't be upset at his intrusion.

"Who is it?" you called out from the inside.

"Yuta."

He heard footsteps as the door cracked opened, revealing a small glimpse of your saddened expression.

"I know I probably shouldn't bother you right now but I saw you were upset earlier so I brought you these," he said hurriedly, presenting you with a few of the wildflowers that grew on campus. For the millionth time today, an onslaught of tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but this time it was from his sweet gesture.

"I appreciate this more than you could ever know," you said, throwing yourself into his arms for a hug you desperately needed. "Thank you."

"I'm here for you, whatever you need," he said softly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"My partner cheated on me so I broke it off," you told him, inviting him inside.

"That's horrible, y/n, I'm so sorry. I can't believe they would do that to you. You deserve so much more than someone who disrespects you and the very essence of love."

"I should send Rika to deliver a message of what happens when you mess with people's hearts," you joked, but Yuta's eyes lit up in a manner that concerned you a bit.

"Do you want me to?" he asked earnestly.

"No, no, I was kidding."

"Oh. Well, if you change your mind, just let me know!" he exclaimed brightly.

Inumaki:

After you found out your partner cheated on you, you immediately went to the one person you knew could make you feel better.

Do you want me to buy you a container of ice cream that you can sob into while we watch sappy movies? read the note Toge typed to you on his phone.

"You think you're so funny, don't you," you told him, slowly emerging from the pity party you were throwing yourself as he lifted your spirits.

Another note. I know I am. I also really want ice cream so this is the perfect excuse.

"Why did I come here again?" you questioned. You finally let out a laugh you had been holding in at the annoyed face he gave you. He quickly began typing on his phone once more.

Seriously tho, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now. Is there anything I can do to help?

His big eyes shone with concern as he watched you read the words he wished he could say. When you were done reading, you wrapped him in a tight hug.

“This is more than enough. Thank you for being here for me.”

You felt him hold on to you a little tighter, giving you a sense of comfort you never had from your ex.

“Salmon.”

Noritoshi:

You were currently crying by one of the koi ponds on campus, your knees curled to your chest as you let the tears stream down your face. You didn’t register footsteps behind you until you heard a voice speak up.

“Y/n? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Noritoshi had found you! You looked up and you were sure you appeared pitiful.

“My partner cheated on me,” you said between shuttering breaths. He was by your side in an instant with an arm around your shoulder.

“Are you serious? They should be ashamed of themselves,” he said, voice full of spite. “I’m sorry you were unknowingly dating someone with such a lack of morals. And obviously no brain.”

“This sucks,” you sniffled, wiping your nose. Noritoshi pulled you in closer to his side.

“It hurts now, and I’m sure it’ll sting for a long time after, but you’re strong. I know you’ll get over them soon enough. In the meantime, I’m here to help in any way I can.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Todo:

You were hanging out with Aoi, laughing at a joke with your close friend when you got a text from an unknown number with pictures of your ex cheating on you. Your face fell as you studied the evidence, obviously hurt.

“Whatever that is, I’m assuming it isn’t good,” Aoi said to you, noticing your change in demeanor.

You practically shoved the phone in his face. “It’s my soon to be ex with someone else.”

“That is so wrong and completely unacceptable,” he said, furrowing his brow upon seeing the picture. “At least now you know and you won’t waste any more time on them.”

He put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “But don’t let this unfortunate incident stop you from finding love again! There’s plenty of people who will treat with you the love and respect you’re worthy of.”

“Thanks, Aoi,” you replied, still glancing at the photo. Aoi plucked the phone from your hand, keeping it out of your reach.

“What you’re not going to do is keep looking at that loser. Let’s go do something fun and forget about them.” A wicked smile crossed his face. “And maybe take some pictures of our own to show them what they’re missing.”

You were also sporting an excited grin. “I’ll go get changed.”

Ino:

“Look what I brought- woah, hey, you alright?!” Ino exclaimed, dropping the pastry box on the nearest table and rushing toward you. You were working in your office when a rush of emotion overcame you as you remembered the fact that your partner cheated on you. You had missed the text from Ino saying he was stopping by and so you hadn’t taken the time to compose yourself before he walked in on you almost sobbing. You sniffed loudly, wiping your face as fast as you could.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Pastries, thanks-”

“Not so fast,” Ino said, blocking you from the box. “Tell me what’s going on first.”

You sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“Not to me. Not if it’s enough to bother you like this.”

“My partner… they cheated on me and so I’ve been feeling… well, you can tell how I’m feeling,” you answered quietly.

“I’m glad I brought dessert for breakfast then,” replied Ino, giving you the box and a sympathetic expression. “That’s really crappy of them. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you have time? I don’t want to keep you from Nanami too long.”

“He’ll survive,” Ino said with his signature boyish smile, reaching for his own pastry. He gave you another grin, this time with his lips covered in powdered sugar.

“I’m all ears.”

Gojo:

You were picking at your lunch in the teacher’s lounge, not in the mood to eat even though you still had classes left to teach and you needed energy to get through the day. You had just learned of your partner cheating on you and they kept texting you, asking to talk and begging for forgiveness. You angrily slammed your phone against the table and felt the warmth of tears gather in the corners of your eyes. Irritated to no end, you put your head in your hands and tried to keep your breathing steady. All of a sudden, you felt someone looming over you.

Satoru lifted his blindfold, one bright blue eye blinking at you. “You cryin’?”

“Not in the mood, Satoru,” you grumbled, wiping away a single stray tear.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, I was joking,” he said upon seeing you were actually in distress. He sat next to you, encroaching on your personal space with a lithe finger poking your nose. “Talk to me.”

“My partner-”

“Blegh.”

You shot him a look of warning to keep him quiet. “My—you’ll be happy to hear this—ex partner cheated on me and now won’t leave me alone. They’re calling so much I can’t even make it to the block button.”

You showed him your phone that was ringing off the hook.

He hummed, taking it from you. “Is all your data backed up somewhere?”

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Yeah, everything I need is on my computer, why?”

Satoru dropped your phone on the ground and stepped on it, effectively silencing it as the screen shattered. He shoved his hands in his pockets, casually smiling at you.

“I’ll buy you a new one after your last class,” he called from over his shoulder as he strolled away. It was an unconventional form of comfort, sure, but it made you feel better nonetheless.

Geto:

Suguru had invited you out for a walk after noticing you hadn’t been answering his texts and phone calls with your usual vigor. He was curious about the change in your behavior and wanted to get to the bottom of it, which was exactly what was happening right then.

“My partner cheated on me and I broke up with them. It’s been so hard,” you choked out, crying softly.

“A lovely face like yours shouldn’t be ruined by so many tears,” purred Suguru as he handed you a handkerchief. You took it gratefully, dabbing at your cheeks.

“They’re scum. Forget about them, y/n, you’re better in each and every way. If they couldn’t see the beauty in front of them, that’s their loss. You should be grateful that now you have the opportunity to date someone who actually meets your standards.”

You looked away, blowing your nose in a tissue. When you turned back toward Suguru, he had picked one of the wildflowers that was growing next to the path and tucked it behind your ear.

“See? I bet your ex never did that for you,” he smirked.

“You’d be correct.”

“You poor, mistreated thing,” he said airily. “You really were dating the bottom of the barrel. I always thought you were much too attractive to have such an unsightly partner.”

You tilted your head. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Or am I just showing you what you’ve missed out on all this time?” he asked. You shook your head at his antics, smiling at the way he’s made you feel so much better already. As you kept walking, Suguru paused to study you for a moment.

“Hm. Their loss, indeed.”

Nanami:

“You sure hang around here a lot for not being a teacher,” you teased a certain blonde who was standing in the doorway of your classroom.

“I, unfortunately, had to meet with Gojo,” he sighed. “I also heard the bad news. I’m sorry about you and your partner.”

“Who told you? Satoru or Itadori?”

“Kugisaki.”

“She does love to gossip,” you murmured before addressing Kento at your normal voice volume. “It’s been hard but it’s nothing I can’t handle. The whole cheating thing is hard to wrap my head around sometimes though.”

Kento’s eyebrows raised. “No one told me anything about cheating.”

“That’s the main reason we broke up,” you said, biting your lip to keep from breaking down.

“Y/n, I’m sorry you had to go through that. Your heart doesn’t deserve that kind of cruelty. I wish I had more comforting words but this might be a wound only time can heal. I just want you to know that I’m available to help you in any way that you deem necessary.”

“I’m grateful for you, Kento, truly,” you said, giving him a sincere smile before checking your watch.

“It’s time for me to head out. Do you want to come to dinner with me?”

“That sounds lovely. I know a place with a large selection of wine that may take your mind off things for a little while.”

Choso:

When you called Choso and asked if he could come over to comfort you after your breakup, you weren’t expecting him to arrive with copious amounts of snacks, but you weren’t mad about it.

“Yuji told me this what people usually like to eat after going through something like that,” he confessed, opening a bag of candies for you.

“He’s wise for being so young,” you replied, grabbing a handful from him.

“So what happened between you and your partner anyway? You two seemed so happy,” Choso wondered.

“They cheated on me,” you told him, your heart still hurting from the betrayal. He stood abruptly, clearly shocked at what you said.

“They cheated on you? How dare they!” You knew Choso was protective of the people he loved but he was absolutely fuming in a way you hadn’t seen before. “Where do you think they are right now? They need to learn that’s unacceptable.”

“Choso, you can’t just assault my ex,” you said, exasperated.

“Why not? They disrespected you, didn’t they?” he asked, clearly confused.

“They did, and while I appreciate your willingness to throw hands for me, I don’t have the money or energy to bail you out of jail.”

He frowned and sat back down. “Is there another way I can help instead?”

“Maybe just be a good listener as I vent?” you suggested.

He sent a kindhearted smile your way. “I can definitely do that.”

Toji:

“What’s got you so desperate to see me?”

You rolled your eyes as you heard Toji finally arrive to the cafe you invited him to.

“Am I a bad person for wanting to meet with a friend?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink you’d ordered while waiting. Toji gave his order to the waiter and then smirked at you.

“No. I just hope you’re payin’.”

You shot him a look and he chuckled.

“I’m only kidding. But seriously, what’s got you in a mood?”

“My partner cheated on me. I think I’m allowed to be a little pissed off.”

Toji casually leaned back in his chair. “I told you they were no good.”

You scowled at him. “Not helping.”

Toji sighed. “Look, I’m sorry that happened to you and your ex is an idiot for not seeing what they had in front of them. Better they’re gone, though, if they’re that stupid.”

“I guess you’re right. Thanks,” you said, fidgeting with your straw. Toji leaned forward, grasping your moving hand.

“I mean it, y/n. You’re way too hot to be moping around over someone like them. You deserve someone who will treat you better and not take you for granted.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure there’s someone like that out there for me?”

Toji squeezed your hand and sent you a playful wink. “I know a guy who’s willing to take you on a date right now and prove it to ya.”

You started the day with one partner and ended the day with different one; this time, though, you knew for sure that you were going to be treated right!

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:04 pm]

(cw: f!reader, side characters are inebriated)

Frat!Jaehyun stared at his phone expectantly. You were late. 28 minutes and some seconds late to the party you had told him just earlier that day that you'd come to. The crowd of party goers was getting thicker, the air was getting hotter, and people were getting more and more unbearable. Even though the party had only started about an hour ago, he could could count on both hands the amount of times he'd already been offered a drink, but he denied them every time. He wanted to be clear and level headed for when you would soon text him that you were at the entrance and wanted to find him.

But another 15 minutes passed and he had still heard nothing from you. His calls went to voicemail, his texts were unanswered, and there was radio silence on your end. He was getting restless, had he done something to annoy you? He didn't think he did, but maybe when you offered him a drink of your coffee earlier he had taken too much. But that wouldn't justify you ignoring him.

He pulled away from the wall in search of familiar faces to ask if anyone had seen you. Taeyong, Mark, Johnny, and Doyoung all answered no. Yuta yelled over the music, "It's crazy packed in here, she'll find you! Want a drink?"

Jaehyun shook his head angrily, "She hasn't answered any of my texts, I'm getting worried."

Taeyong took note of the concerned look on Jaehyun's face and leaned in to tell Jaehyun, "I saw her roommate outside not too long ago, you should ask her."

Jaehyun nodded, quickly making his way outside to catch sight of your roommate. She was clearly tipsy but was able to tell Jaehyun that you were ready for the party when you got a huge headache and decided to stay in. He thanked her profusely before fighting his way through the thick crowd to the front door.

"Bro! Where are you going?" Mark yelled.

"She's sick in her dorm, I'm going to run by a pharmacy and get her some medicine and stuff," Jaehyun answered.

"But you're Social Chair, man. You can't leave!" A drunk Haechan whined.

"I have bigger responsibilities, get him some water before he puts another bathroom out of commission for the night. I'll be back tomorrow," Jaehyun firmly told Mark.

Jaehyun was running quickly to your dorm after he stopped by the pharmacy. He flashed the RA a quick smile and quickly pulled out his student ID. "I'm glad you're here," she told him as she led him to your room, "poor thing, her roommate told me she'd never seen her this poorly."

Jaehyun's nervousness heightened, he gave the RA a quick thanks as he slid into your dorm. He left his shoes at the door and padded to your room quietly. He pushed the door open as gently as he could, only to catch sight of you buried under you blankets and pillows with soft only sniffles heard.

"Baby?" He questioned quietly, making his way to the edge of your bed.

"Jaehyun?" Came your weak response.

"My love, why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He cooed softly.

You whined, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes, "you had a party you were so excited about. It hit me so suddenly, I just came to bed. I don't even know where I left my phone."

He shook his head with a sigh, he pulled the pills out from the pharmacy bag and dropped two into one of your hands and a gatorade in the other hand, "take these while I look for it."

He moved around your room quietly, folding the clothes you had no doubt left on the floor in your rush to get to the party, putting away shoes and searching your desk- no phone. He stepped into the bathroom finding it beside an open bottle of eyelash glue and one false eyelash.

Jaehyun placed your phone on your bedside table and slid into bed with you, pulling you into his hold and letting you rest your head on his chest. "You know I care more about you than some stupid party right?" He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his chest, "You were excited about this one, though."

He chuckled softly, running his hand down your back comfortingly, "I was excited because you were excited to surprise me with your outfit, my love."

You nuzzled into his chest, squeezing your arms around his waist, "thank you for taking care of me Jaehyun."

"I'd do anything for you," he stated softly.

You were drifting to sleep, your eyes struggling to stay open, "Can you change next time, so you don't smell like a frat house though?"

He rolled his eyes, you were going to be better in no time.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

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♡ Pairings: fratboy!jaehyun x chubby!fem!reader, fratboy!johnny x chubby!fem!reader (appearances by other members)

♡ Genre: college au/angst

♡ Summary: It's been weeks since your last arguement with Jaehyun and you've refused to speak to him since. He doesn't know who or what has your attention but the fact that it isn't him is eating him alive. It makes no difference to you, who's confident in your choice to be with Johnny but when you show up to the frat house unexpected, accidentally revealing your little love affair, you bring out a side of Jaehyun you've never seen before. One that might make leaving him in the past a bit harder than you anticipated.

[Part One Here 🖤]

♡ Word Count: 2.5k-ish

♡ Warnings: none really except that this part is Jaehyun focused so Johnny's only around for a second (the next one will be more Johnny focused). It's heavy on the angst. Most of the fratboys are dickheads to women really. There's also mentions of drinking/casual sex and strong language.

♡ A/N: At last I've written part two. It took me a bit because my health has been kicking my ass but I was determined to add to this lil fic of mine so I hope you beautiful humans enjoy this chapter.

P.S My usual thank you to @anyamaris for reading this before I posted it. I'm in terrible need of a second brain lately and I appreciate you for so happily stepping up to be it 🖤

You fight. You cry. You get back together again. Fight. Cry. Get back together again. That’s the way things have always been between you and Jaehyun. He knows it isn’t healthy but, in his own twisted way, it’s the only way he can trust that you care about him. There’s no justification for it, nothing you did to him in the past that warrants such cruel and unusual punishment. 

Jaehyun’s addicted to the rush of getting back together. The desperate, passionate moment when your bodies collide after a week or so apart. Both of you too filled with need to care about what tore you apart in the first place. He can only get that with you, he only wants it with you.

But this time he took it too far, did a bit too much in his attempt to make you jealous, and now you won’t even speak to him. When he knocks on your door your roommate lies and says you aren’t there, refusing to open it more than a crack to shoot him down. Every call goes to voicemail, every text message left undelivered, and on the rare occasions that you run into each other you treat him like a ghost. 

Seated on the sectional couch at the heart of his living room, Jaehyun stares into the void of faceless partiers swarming the frat house. The beer cradled between his fingers has the top popped off but has barely been touched. The chattering of his frat brothers scattered across the couch might as well be miles away. 

A girl in a black mini skirt sneaks up behind him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, “You look sad, baby. Need me to cheer you up?” She licks her lips, planting soft, wet kisses down his neck the way she did a few nights ago when he was in need of some rebound sex that more than failed to satisfy him. 

Jaehyun pats her on the arm, shrugging her off, “Thanks but, uh, no thanks.” 

“Wait. What?” she frowns, arms folded across her chest, “You’re joking right?” 

Scooting closer to Jaehyun, his frat brother Taeyong places a sympathetic hand on hers. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I don’t think he wants to play with you anymore." At the other end of the couch their brother Yuta raises his beer, winking at the girl, “But I will. I volunteer!” 

“Fuck you, Jaehyun and your asshole friends!” the girl huffs, storming off into the crowd. 

“Wait! Are you sure?” Yuta calls out after her, “Don’t you know what they say about Japanese guys with long hair?”

“Did she say fuck her in the asshole?” Doyoung, the most innocent of the frat brothers asks, his ears turning red from one too many shots. 

“Who’s getting fucked in the asshole?” Mark asks, flopping down beside Yuta on the couch. He’s younger than the other guys, probably shouldn’t be here, but they all have a soft spot for him, especially Yuta, so he gets to stick around. 

Yuta pouts, laying his head on Mark’s shoulder, “No one, sadly.” 

“Can you guys not be pigs for two seconds? Grow up” Jaehyun snaps, chugging down his beer so fast it makes him dizzy. 

“Ooh, someone’s cranky tonight” Taeyong teases, “What’s got you so uptight? You’re usually the worst of us.” 

Doyoung pours himself another shot, taking a quick, adorable sip of it. “She blocked him. On everything. Won’t even talk to him. So sad.” Jaehyun’s tempted to throw the empty bottle at Doyoung’s head and, unlike when you threw your shoe at him, there’s no way he could miss the shot. But Mark swoops in, wedging himself between Jaehyun and Taeyong to provide some comfort. “Aww, man, your girl broke your heart? I’m sorry. Hugs?” 

As Mark embraces Jaehyun, Yuta rolls his eyes at the display. “His girl?” Yuta laughs, “Hardly. He fucked her. By that standard mini skirt was his girl too.” 

“Oh and her!” Taeyong adds, pointing to the curly haired girl in the corner.

The others pile on, making a game out of spotting girls Jaehyun’s slept with. Jaehyun snatches free of Mark’s hug, refusing to sit through anymore of this. He’s ready to storm off himself but doubles back to clarify something. “She isn’t my girl but she’s not like them, alright? So respect her or I’ll hit you so hard every meal you have until next semester will need to be through a straw.” 

Taeyong throws his hands up, leading the others in easing up on Jaehyun, “No problem, bro. We were just fucking with you. We’l respect her.” 

“Uh, excuse me, am I interrupting something?” you ask, clearing your throat. The sound of your voice makes Jaehyun’s heart skip a beat and when he turns around to find that pretty face staring back at him, his heart all but stops. 

“N…no, we were just, wh…what are you doing here?” he stutters, a glimmer of emotion showing through for the first time in a long time. “I thought you hated me.”

You knew this day would come. It’s going on 3 weeks of evading any form of interaction with him but you knew that one day your luck would run out. You’d have to experience this moment. This conversation. The feelings you had for Jaehyun haven’t subsided easily. It stung to accept that he could never feel for you the way you wished he did but it was easier to let go when you had someone soft and loving to land on. 

Johnny hasn’t been your rebound, he’s been the furthest thing from it. You adore being with him. He does all the things you ever wanted a guy to do. He’s silly in ways you don’t always get but that’s just a part of his charm. He’s thoughtful and patient, never making you question if he has eyes for any girl other than you. You don’t hate Jaehyun. You don’t even have the time to when Johnny exists. 

“Hate you? No but have you…” you begin to whisper, burning under the spotlight of his frat brothers’ gaze, “Have you talked to Johnny?” 

Jaehyun’s a statue, rendered immobile by his confusion, “Talked to Johnny about what?”

“Baby!” Johnny cheers, popping out of the crowd to sweep you up into his arms, “What are you doing here? I told you I’d come get you.” 

“I know but my roommate was headed over here so I thought I’d save you a trip.” You try to clue him in that something’s happening but he’s showering you in so many kisses that you ultimately give into it, giggling like the happiest girl in the world. 

“Johnny, people are watching” you finally manage as your feet meet the ground again, Johnny’s arms secure around your waist. 

“Baby, I don’t care about people…” Johnny stops himself short, noticing precisely which people you happen to be referring to. 

The sadness on Jaehyun’s face tells you that he and Johnny haven’t talked about this. Not once. You catch yourself feeling bad for him, knowing the pain he feels oh too well. It’s the same pain that he dished out to you without remorse or reason and the thought of that turns your empathy into satisfaction. Revenge, bittersweet but successfully acquired all the same. 

“Jae, I’m sorry, really” Johnny apologizes, approaching Jaehyun to make peace but peace isn’t of interest and apologies aren’t enough. 

Jaehyun barrels past Johnny, nearly knocking him down in the process, “Fuck it, you can keep her. Have fun.” 

“Wait! I’m really…” Johnny calls after him, torn between chasing down his friend and staying here with you. 

Patting him on the shoulder, you give him a little peck on the lips, encouraging him to go ahead. “Johnny, I’ll be fine. Just do what you need to do.”

“Are you sure?” If you ask him to stay he will, no questions asked, no second guessing. If chasing after Jaehyun means hurting you he’d never do it in a million years. 

You crack a gentle, reassuring smile, “I’m sure. Now get out of here.” You playfully push him on his way and he kisses you on the back of the hand before letting go, rushing off into the direction Jaehyun was headed in. 

Jaehyun deserves a bit of pain for all he’s done to you but in both of their absences it sets in that maybe he isn’t the only one being hurt in all of this. Imagining how hurt Johnny would be at losing a friend, you feel the sudden weight of guilt the likes of none you’ve ever had to bear. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Especially not here in front of everyone.

“Aaah, a good old fashioned love triangle. The tragedy! The heartbreak!” Mark says, head thrown back dramatically.

Taeyong throws a pillow at Mark, shushing the younger man. Mark catches it, cuddling it in his arms like a stuffed animal. “What? I like love stories. I wonder, how’s it gonna end?”

Yuta grins at you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, “Yeah, cutie, you’re the one they're gonna kill each other over. You tell us, how’s it gonna end?” 

Wiping your increasingly sweaty palms on your dress, you feel the spotlight on you growing brighter and you can’t stomach it. You take off out into the night, navigating the minefield of passed out partiers to get across the front lawn. Yuta’s words echo in your mind, “You tell us, how’s it gonna end?” 

Like you have all the power. Like you’re the only one responsible for any of this. How’s it gonna end? You have no clue but you wish that the ending, however bad or good, would come already. 

You should be at a movie theater right now cuddled up beside Johnny eating overpriced snacks. Instead you’re standing in the frozen section of a fluorescent lit gas station contemplating which freezer burnt pint of ice cream you’ll drown your sorrows in tonight.

Somewhere in your purse your phone is on silent, no doubt blowing up with texts and calls from both of the men you find yourself tangled up with. The adult thing to do would be to go back to the party and face this problem straight on. Or you could demolish the snacks piled into your arms and pretend this never happened. 

“The second one, for sure” you decide, fumbling with the freezer door handle to retrieve your ice cream of choice. 

“Is there another party going on that I don’t know about?” Jaehyun asks, watching you from the end of the aisle. You groan, abandoning your ice cream mission to get as far away from him as possible. He steps in front of you, blocking your path, “I’m not stalking you. I promise. I just needed some air and I…anyway, let me help you.”

Jaehyun skips over to ice cream, popping the freezer door open. He pokes out his lip, eyebrows furrowed in as he scans the options. “There we go” he grins, plucking your favorite ice cream from the shelf on the first try. You’ve never explicitly told him which one it was and you try not to be impressed by the fact that he cared to take note of it but deep down inside you are.

“Come on, I’ll pay for it” he insists, leading the way to the register. It takes him a few steps to realize that you haven’t followed and he spins around on his heels to find you staring at him in disgust. 

“What I meant to say was, may I pay for your things, my queen?” A group of passing girls giggle as he bows to you with all the elegance of a man who’s in the presence of royalty. 

“Cut it out. You’re embarrassing me” you whine and he responds with a twirl that brings him closer to you, the already defrosting ice cream jumping from hand to hand. 

“Aah but I just want the queen to be happy and I do hear this is her favorite.”

“Oh, I’m a queen now? And what does that make you? My royal jester?” 

Jaehyun stares into your eyes, his expression turning serious, “If that’s what you want me to be.”

“It’s a little too late to be what I wanted you to be, isn’t it?” you ask, your voice shaking more than you’d like it to. 

“I don’t know, is it?”

He asks you the question like his whole life depends on your answer. He’s always been the one who had the upper hand, standing over you, his whimpering prey, with a knife to your throat that could end you at any time. It’s strange to be on the other end of it now but, unlike him, you’re prone to taking mercy on poor, wounded little animals. While you may not have it in you to strike the killing blow, you’re content to let him lie here and bleed out. 

“You know what? Suddenly I've lost my appetite” you say, emptying your snacks into his arms, “I’m sure there’s enough girls in your phone to share that with.”

This isn’t some melodramatic exit where you walk away expecting him to follow you. Running into him in the first place wasn’t the plan. Yet you’re barely out of the gas station parking lot when the tiny hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand on end and you just know he’s trailing behind you.

“Will you at least let me take you home? You shouldn’t be walking alone. There could be psychopaths out here!”

You pick up speed repeating to yourself, “Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. Don’t—”

“I love you!” Jaehyun shouts for the entire block to hear. It’s his voice but those can’t be his words. Fueled by rage, you ignore your own advice and turn to confront him. 

“Take it back!” you demand, refusing to accept his profession. Of all the things he’s ever done to manipulate you this has to be the lowest he’s gone. 

“No, if I mean it then why should I?” 

“Because you’re lying! You’re a liar! It’s what you do. It’s what you always do!” you scream, the anger you’ve held in for months overflowing. 

“Okay, I am a liar. A liar and a piece of shit who couldn’t commit to you cause I was too afraid of getting hurt so I hurt you first” he admits, “And that’s not for you to fix. Maybe I need fucking therapy, I don’t know, but I do love you.”

“That’s not enough!”

Jaehyun sees you motion to leave again and grabs your wrists, locking them at your sides. “Then tell me what’s enough and I’ll do it. It can’t be too late for us. I’m falling apart without you.”

Tears run hot down your cheeks and he cups your face, kissing them away. It feels nicer than you want it to, more calming than repulsive. You were out, done with him forever, and look at you now, standing under the streetlights melting into the palms of his hands.

But this time is different from the others and far more dangerous because for once the liar isn’t lying. He loves you and it means it. Why the fuck does he have to mean it?

[yeoosaangg]

No Friendship || Kinktober - Day 27

pairing ▸ nakamoto yuta × f!reader

now playing ▸ okay - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝don't wanna mess this up, there's too much on the line.❞

genre ▸ college au, bsf!yuta, fwb, smut

warnings ▸ thigh fucking, choking, marking, quick sex

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You were having fun at a random frat boy's birthday bash, dancing with some guy your roommate introduced to you.

You've had a couple drinks and smoked half a blunt, but had more than enough energy to last the entire night.

The guy gets a little handsy, but you don't mind since your goal was to hopefully get laid.

Your best friend wasn't having it, though.

Yuta: That's enough for you. Come with me.

The guy was going to tell Yuta off, but his icy glare makes him back off.

Y/n: Yuyu! Where've you been?

Your words are slightly slurred, but it's still coherent enough to understand.

Yuta: Was talking with Johnny about a job opportunity. What were you doing?

Y/n: Dancing!

Yuta: Uh huh... Let's get you some water and I'll take you upstairs.

You giggle, not minding being dragged up the stairs and into someone else's bedroom.

Y/n: Are you gonna fuck me, Yuta?

He rolls his eyes and hands you a water bottle.

He forgets just how horny you get when you've partied too hard. He remembers you begging to suck him off at the last party so he let you have your fun.

But you weren't as far gone as you are now.

Yuta: I'm not fucking you.

You whine, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loop. You takes his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while maintaining eye contact.

Y/n: I'll be a very good girl.

Yuta: Still not fucking you, so drop it.

Y/n: Then I'll go find someone who will!

You push passed him and open the door, but Yuta slams it shut.

Yuta: Stop being a fucking brat. You're cross-faded. That's why I'm not gonna fuck you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and jump on him. Your legs sit perfectly on his hips, his hands holding your ass so you don't fall.

Y/n: I thought we had a talk about this when we started fucking. It's even on paper.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it right.

Y/n: You don't even have to stick it in.

Yuta: I don't?

You shake your head and kiss all over his face.

Y/n: Why don't we just have intercrural sex?

Say what?

Yuta: What the fuck is that?

Y/n: You know, like if you were to fuck my tits but it's my thighs instead.

Oh.

Well, it's certainly a better option.

Yuta: Are you sure?

You nod, catches his lips in a gentle kiss.

Yuta: Fine. Hop off and get naked.

You do as you're told and help him out of his clothes.

You lock the door before crawling into the stranger's bed. You apologize in advance for your dirty actions, but you're not really sorry.

Yuta lays behind you, cock slotting between your thighs.

The friction was dry for the most part until his cock slid against your folds for a few seconds.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

Yuta: Be good and I might just fuck you.

Y/n: Yes, Sir.

He repositions himself in your thighs and ruts his hips against your ass.

The way his cock sends tingles up your legs has you melting in his arms. His hand tightens around your throat as he kisses the nape of your neck.

His leaking tip gives him more than enough lubricant for his cock to slide effortlessly between your thighs.

You moan, choking a bit due to his fingers pressing lightly on the sides of your neck. He honestly didn't expect to get this aroused, but he likes it.

Y/n: You gonna cum for me, Sir?

Yuta: Where do you want my cum, baby?

Y/n: Inside me.

Yuta: Yeah? Think you deserve it?

Y/n: Yes. I deserve to be filled like a slut.

Yuta: Not like a slut, like my slut.

You gasp in surprise when his cock "accidentally" slips passed your entrance and hits your most desired spot.

He switches positions, kneeling right behind you. He pushes your head deep into the pillows to muffle your screams of pleasure.

You desperately grab at the sheets, walls clenching around him. Goosebumps decorate your entire body right before your vision blurs.

He pounds into your aching cunt, cum spilling deep inside you.

He pulls out and cleans your pussy with his tongue. He even lets you get a taste with a deep kiss.

Yuta: Feeling better, baby?

Y/n: Much better. Can we rest before going back out?

Yuta: Sure. Just don't make it obvious that we fucked. This is Jaehyun's room.

That sobers you up.

There's no fucking way.

Y/n: My brother?!

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a/n: LMAO, i'm insane. also, this is probably the shortest thing i've ever written ო̤̫ oh well!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[kentosovertime]

(adj.) deadly, destructive

➳ yandere best friend!yuta x afab!reader - 1.5k

➳ a/n: straight up brain rot- i just know this man is unhinged

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, emotional manipulation, yandere themes, catfishing, friend zone, degradation, praise, pet names

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Fat, ugly tears soak into Yuta’s white sweater as he wipes the wetness from your cheek while he rubs your back comfortingly with his free hand. 

“It’s gonna be ok, hun…” He coos with a warm hum that feels like home. It’s why you begged him to pick you up from the date you were stood up on and ghosted after months of talking. 

“N-n-no its n-not.” You sob into the pillow that you’ve curled around, clutching the fabric until your knuckles blanche in color. “I feel so fucking stupid!”

“What’s wrong?” He pretends to sound clueless, like he’s concerned about something you’re not telling him. “You still haven’t told me why you were at that coffee shop…”

“T-that guy I told you a-about-” Your breath shutters out of you, making it impossible to force words out for a second. “It w-was a d-date and h-he didn’t show up. I’m blocked on everything n-now.”

“The guy from the dating app?” He makes a show of furrowing his eyebrows in concern, frowning deeper when you nod your head into the pillow, sobbing even harder now. 

“Feel s’dirty and used… what’s w-wrong with me, Yu?” You want to crawl out of your skin, you feel so nauseous thinking about how close you had gotten to this guy, how much you had confided in him. “Why can’t all men be like you?”

“Oh hun…” You allow him to tilt you towards him as he settles on the couch next to you, pulling you into his arms as he gently shushes you. “Come ‘ere, baby.” 

His arms wrap around your body and settle you in his lap, sighing contently as you nuzzle into his neck, basking in the warmth and support he always provides you. Once you’re settled into him, even as your cries continue, he finally allows himself a satisfied grin that his plan is going better than he thought. 

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His jaw clenches as he watches you from across campus, seeing you giggling loudly with yet another frat boy fuck ass who’s only with you to get his dick wet. You deserve someone who puts you first, who cares about you more than anyone else; someone like him. 

That night he’s decided he’s had enough of being the afterthought when he deserves you more than these boys who break your too soft heart.  One more terrible heartbreak would certainly break you enough for him to make a move. It's just one more… then you’ll never have to go through it again. 

That’s how he justifies opening his phone to download the dating app he knows you use the most, making a profile after he pays one of the men desperate for cash on campus to use his photos and have him facetime you a couple times to make it more believable. 

It doesn’t take long for you to match the profile or for Yuta to use the knowledge he has as your best friend to concoct the lies that would hook you fastest. The imposter he created enjoys all the same things as you, understands your problems, and supports you when you’re down. 

It’s almost pathetic how quickly you fall for him, folding after a couple months of talking when Yuta decides to be selfish and asks you for a video of you playing with yourself. Yuta digs his teeth into his bottom lip, stifling a guttural groan at the first sight of your finger spreading yourself open for the camera, teasing your clit before you burrow your middle and ring fingers into your cunt. You little pleading moan for him to send something in return so you can picture it while you fuck your fingers into yourself. 

Yuta seethed with jealousy, even if it was his cock you came to when he sent you a video back. You didn’t know it was him, you didn’t love him. It made him so angry that you refused to see what was right in front of you. 

Whenever you hang out with him, you gush about this guy that you met that was so much different from the shit bags you normally gravitate to. And Yuta would smile, listening to you describe everything about him except how you sent him to the dirtiest little clips while he glanced at your hand, itching for you to sink those fingers into yourself again so he can suck them clean. 

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Your sobs slowly calm with Yuta’s warmth sinking into your bones. Only small hiccups echo in the room as you feel him leave small kisses across your shoulder. 

His touch isn’t unfamiliar but this specific action is, he was normally so reserved with you, but you shiver as those comforting presses of his mouth on your skin, his breath skating across the surface, serving to fill the void left by a man you thought you could love. 

The low, desperate rumble that sounds from his throat has your eyes fluttering and goosebumps running down your skin. The kisses slowly turn wetter, sloppier as he lays one just below your ear, his tongue peaking out to lap at the skin there. 

“Yu…” Your voice cracks, pleading, as your head tilts to the side, giving him more room to continue his actions. “M-make it stop h-hurting… please.” 

“I don’t know what else to do, hun…” He almost can’t hold the condescending coo from his tone. Fuck he wants to hear you say it. He’s waited so long for the words to fall from your lips. 

“I… Can you…” You hiccup in embarrassment, burrowing into his neck as you grip his shirt as tight as you did the pillow earlier. “I w-want you to fuck me, Yu.” 

“A-are you sure…? I don’t want you to regret it later.” His eagerness is only betrayed by his fingers digging into your hips as an anchor. He needs you to know he’s going to care about you more than anyone, that he isn’t the frat trash you soil yourself with.

“Y-yes… but if you don’t want to- Yu!” You squeak, your eyes widening when your back hits the couch cushion and he settles between your thighs, his hardness already pressing against the fabric of your panties under your skirt you wore especially for your date. 

“Don’t want to?” He growls, pushing the fabric of the skirt to pull around your hips, reaching between you to rip the seam of your pretty lace panties you wore for the imposter he created. 

He deftly flicks the button of his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers to his mid thigh, entering you in a rush movement before you can decide you don’t want him. 

“Oh fuck, Yu-” You moan loudly, your sobs turning to those of pleasure as he sets a brutual pace, taking out all his frustration, anger, and jealousy on you. 

He grits his teeth, carelessly shoving his hand under your shirt to grope your breasts, gripping onto them to hold you in place, using it for leverage to drill into you harder.

“Finally woke the fuck up and realized I’m right here?” He hiss as you flutter around him, your cunt making a white ring around his cock as he fucks you raw. His brutal pace is matched by the demeaning tone. “So nice to be your second choice, you know? Stringing me along like a needy slut?” 

You jolt in shock, the rough treatment only serving to make you clench down on him harder, teetering on the edge.

“S’not like t-that Yu-” You whine, clawing at his chest through his shirt. “I’m s-sorry, I d-didn’t m-mean it like that- M’sorry ‘made you wait!”

He grins ferally at you folding so easily for him, ready to finally force the final blow.  

“Really, hun?” He reaches a hand to your clit, circling it slow enough to drive you crazy, keeping you right at the edge of your orgasm without giving you that last push. “Fuck toys don’t get to cum… only girlfriends do. Are you my perfect little girlfriend? Or a useless fucking cum dump?” 

“Girlfriend!” You shriek as he immediately applies more pressure, his thrusts stuttering a little. You’d give him anything to cum. “I’ll b-be yours ple-” 

Your back arches off the bed as you explode into a thousand little pieces, coming hard enough for your vision to go fuzzy, mewling when you feel Yuta still after pressing deep inside of you. His cum spills from your abused cunt, spilling out from around him to drip down onto the couch. 

“Good fucking girl, hun. Fuck-” The praise makes you tremble and cling to him and he knows breaking your heart was worth the pain.

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.

Yuta, who might be perceived as: shy, kind and possibly easy to be around to say the least. That was your first impression of the man who is now teasing your abused cunt. It had only been around thirty minutes since you had first met each other through your best friend Maki. Since then, you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes linger on you ever so perfectly. It made your heart flutter as you noticed the special grade student attempting to make his move. "Hey! My names Yuta and you are?", he said blushing obnoxiously "Oh hey! I'm Y/n" as you were speaking to him your gaze quickly averted to the growing beast that was practically begging to be freed in the tightness of his own pants. One thing led to another and due to the fact that you both lacked self control and craved each other you found yourself straddling on the dark haired man's lap. Yuta had kept a firm grip on your waist, guiding you through the act. "My god your just so beautiful its gonna be the death of me", he murmured as he planted a wet kiss on your neck. This earned a slight whimper from you as you began to straddle his lap more as you were searching to earn some friction to please yourself. Yuta couldn't help but notice your desperation which made him kiss you. At first, it was a soft, gentle, delicate kiss. The kiss soon escalated into him dominating your mouth with his smooth tongue as he would also bite your lower lip occasionally. He then parted your lips in order to breathe he then noticed the string of saliva connecting the two of you in which had provoked him to kiss you again as he sucked up all the saliva connecting the two of you which resulted in you to whine profusely. He was RUTHLESS and somewhat disgusting. You were also ashamed to admit that his animalic behavior contributed to your arousal. You wouldn't have expected this from him. Not in a million years. You assumed he had none erotic experiences because he seemed too shy or nervous to be THIS good at it, you were almost intimidated of how skilled he was at this. You even went to lengths as feeling vulnerable in the situation as he was clearly in charge. "Yuta?" you murmured under your breath "Yes darling?", he muttered as he gave you a warm smile. "Do you think we can" you stopped mid sentence as you knew what you meant. What you wanted. But him being the tease that he is; he demanded you to be more 'forward' as to what you were referring to. You refused to, as you were nervous. Five minutes had passed but he felt the urge to give in which he did in almost a fraction of a second. His hands made its way to unclip your bra and he had tossed it across the room. Yuta then wasted no time and sucked on your hard nipple like a starved man. He gave you no mercy whatsoever earning multiple whimpers, moans and cries from you. "Yuta, I cant I just met you. This is so wrong". you said letting out an exasperated sigh "You sure? don't assume I haven't noticed you pressing your thighs shut against each other". Fuck, he was so right and his attention to detail was almost over whelming its as if he's taking note of your every move yet, he seemed rather confident in his actions when he's alone with uits as if he had no shame. You then got bold as you were experimenting and had decided to gently stroke his clothed girth. "Changed your mind so quickly?". Within a fraction of a second he had kept your soft legs on his shoulders and started to lap your folds and suck on your swollen clit as if he was desperate to get a taste of your sweet juices. "g-g-give yourself a bre-break!! Can you even breathe", you said in exasperated moans and cries. Little did you know this made matters worse and had only provoked him to suck harshly. Within ten minutes you had lost track of the amount of times that you had cum. But he wasn't done with you. Not yet. Without warning, his inhumanely large cock was placed in front of your heat, using his flushed tip that dripped in pre-cum to tease your folds in circular motions. It drove you insane. He was a stranger you met not too long ago yet he knew you so well?

THIS WAS MY FIRST WRITE DONT JUDGE LOL!! open for requests :D

[kokomyass]

Megumi Fushiguro ☆ 'Aight Bet'

Megumi x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Word Count: 2648

Trigger warnings ⚠️: swearing, none!

synopsis: in which, everyone is betting on the things you and Megumi have done (not sexually....) but they have had enough and take things to a new level...

a/n: WHEREVER THAT SWEET SWEET ANON IS THAT REQUESTED THIS....KNOW THAT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU 💜

I did my best for you, and wherever you are, I hope you really like it and enjoy it! p.s it wasn't cringe at all, cause I remember you apologising 😉🥰

this is slightly based on the bonus ending of 'Nightmares' fanfic but not the same story if ygm?

You can go and read nightmares here!

Second person POV

"Bet you guys, 2000¥ they have held hands."

"Aight bet! I bet you 3000¥ they have hugged!"

It was the training session in Tokyo Jujutsu High and you and Megumi were sparring as you had been put in a pair.

However, for the rest of the students this was more of a gossip session.

The thing is everyone ships you and Megumi, it is pretty clear to see you like each other from a third person perspective but you are both too dense to notice each other's feelings.

It was true, you did have the biggest crush on Megumi and you thought you played it pretty cool but there is no denying you do stare at him as much as you can whenever you get the chance.

However, on the other hand, Megumi was rather obvious with his crush towards you, not because he was trying to be, but because he is unconsciously 100x nicer to you compared to the rest of Jujutsu High.

Nobara and Yuji had been going back and forth splurging their whole bank accounts on betting on the amount of romance that both you and Megumi had engaged in with each other.

"Guys, on a serious note...how fucking dense are they like...look at how they are sparring..." Maki scoffed and she folded her arms smirking, nodding her head to you and Megumi sparring with passion and a lot of physical contact.

"Wasn't that like you and Yuta in first year though?" Panda chirped up, raising an eyebrow to Maki.

"Salmon." Inumaki agreed with Panda nodding.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Maki shouted, huffing and denying all allegations.

"I do see Maki's point...I wish we could make them confess when they have no choice....." Yuji mumbled as everyone nodded silently agreeing with Yuji.

"Why wish when we can actually do it!" Gojo randomly came up behind the students, hands on his hips, looking awfully mischievous.

"Where did you come from?" Maki asked feeling genuinely confused.

"I do agree with you guys that these two lovebirds need to get together, fast....so I'm thinking we set up a little party that only they are invited too!" Gojo completely ignored Maki as he explained his oddly well thought out plan to the students.

"Hmm, that's actually a good idea...but what if they still don't do anything?" Panda asks.

"Good point my fellow Panda..." Gojo placed a finger on his chin pondering the solution to the dilemma Panda brought up.

"I know! I will write a simple riddle for them to read and hopefully they will get the memo and say their vows and stuff!" Gojo clapped his hand together as he came up with the 'perfect plan'

As everyone was still discussing the plan to get you and Megumi together once and for all you both started walking up to the group.

"Hey guys! Whatcha talking about?" you asked walking up with a smile next to Megumi, both of you completely oblivious to the evil plan that has been made.

Everyone went awkwardly silent making you slightly worried.

"Um are you guys okay?" you asked worry laced in your voice as you started feeling self conscious.

"Y/N!! Megumi! I was just telling everyone how I'm arranging a small party for us all tomorrow to celebrate togetherness!" Gojo swiped both you and Megumi into a side hug smiling ecstatically.

"Oh my that's going to be so fun! I can't wait!" you giggled as you felt very excited as you rarely got to do things like this in school.

"...do I have to go?" Megumi grumbled shrugging himself off Gojo, walking off slowly. This immediately made you feel sad. Whilst all the other students felt panicked as the plan was already failing.

"Megumiiiii pleaseeeee! It will be so fun, trust me and if it isn't I will treat you to whatever you want!" you grabbed onto Megumi's hand shaking it as you were practically begging him.

Obviously he couldn't say no as his ears dusted a light pink and he stuttered slightly.

"F-Fine, I'm only going because you said so...." he looked away as you gave him a big hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank youuu!!" you let go and smiled at him warmly as he smiled back. "Let's go get some drinks from the vending machines."

You and Megumi left the group without another word as they all stayed silent for a bit.

"Hey Yuji?"

"Yeah Nobara?"

"You owe me 2000¥"

"Well you owe me 1000¥"

Time skip!

The next day arrived quickly and you found yourself feeling jittery and excited.

Today was the day of the little party and you felt this was your opportunity to have Megumi really appreciate your beauty whilst pretending you didn't spend 3 hours deciding what to wear.

You also wanted to be fashionably late so you didn't seem like a loser for wanting to be so early.

Gojo had said the theme was fancy, so of course you wore the fanciest dress you owned with some fancy makeup and hair.

You couldn't wait to see Megumi all suited up, the thought made you kick your legs and giggle to yourself.

You decided that you would leave now walking through the dorm corridors to the classroom that Gojo said the party would be in.

Funnily enough, as you arrived to the door, Megumi arrived at the same time and your eyes widened at how amazingly handsome he looked.

He was a fine piece of art. The suit he wore suit him so much it hurt and for some reason his eyelashes made you fold.

Megumi took a moment to take you, in his mouth slightly open from shock at the beauty beholded right in front of his eyes.

"You look....beautiful Y/N." Megumi said to you as if he spoke faster than his mind could register.

You face burned red as you looked away giggling slightly before looking back at him.

"Thank you Megumi, you look ever so handsome too" it was Megumi's turn to blush as he smiled lightly rubbing his neck and looking a away his cheeks flushed pink.

"Shall we go in?" after a bit of silence Megumi gestures for you both to go in the oddly quiet room.

Megumi held the door open for you as you gave a small 'thank you' and he entered after you but in the room, no one and nothing was there only a table and a note.

"Um Megumi-" you turn back to see Megumi behind you looking as confused as you.

Suddenly you heard a door lock as you instinctively reached for Megumi's arm as he pulled you close.

"It's okay im sure it isn't really locked." Megumi went to try and open the door. No luck.

"Oh dear...what's going on?" you look around feeling your arm hairs stand on end.

"Maybe we can read through that note there, I bet Gojo sensei is just messing around with us..." you nodded and move close to Megumi as you both approach the letter.

Megumi picks up the letter and opens it.

"If by dawn, you confess without waver, then you will not have to fear the power of the taser?..." Megumi sounded genuinely confused at the weird riddle that made no sense as you snorted.

"I don't know if I am more confused or scared right now..." you both chuckle together.

"Well, I guess we should confess something? Maybe a secret or something? So we don't get...tasered?" Megumi says still sounding extremely uncertain but you shrug it off desperate to find out what is going on.

You then realised you were alone with Megumi. In a locked room. The thought made you blush and smile softly.

"Erm, earth to Y/N?" Megumi waved his hands infront of your face as you snapped out of your thoughts realising you got a bit too lost in them.

"Yes your right! Sorry I zoned out....hmm maybe a game of truth or dare? I can't lie this shit makes no sense to me..." you sighed placing a hand on your forehead, whatever were the others thinking?

"I second that...I'm not surprised...Gojo is an odd specimen." Megumi deadpanned, making you laugh loudly.

"You aren't wrong there....anyways sit down!" you grabbed Megumi's shoulder and sit him on the couch in the back of the room, and you sit next to him as you both turn so you're facing each other.

"Okay! Truth or Dare?!" you smiled widely feeling too excited about this game. To be honest, your plan was to see if Megumi liked anyone and if there was any chance it could be you.

"Ummm truth?"

He was falling in your trap.

"Do you like anyone~? And for what reason?" Megumi's eyes widened and his cheeks and ears turned a light pink.

"...Yes....because she is pretty, kind, soft-spoken, easy to get on with and makes me genuinely happy" Megumi mumbled his whole answer looking away from you at all times, despite the small genuine smile that graced his lips.

Despite his reluctance to answer, Megumi couldn't hide how much he liked you, because you were so perfect in his eyes.

"Oh my!!! That's so kind, whoever gets with you is a lucky girl!" you chuckled as you playfully pushed his arm.

"Thanks...now, your turn truth or dare." Megumi sighed feeling relief as he nearly exposed himself.

"Hmm I shall go with truth!"

"Do you like anyone and if so why?" you smiled softly and shut your eyes.

"Of course I do! He can be a bit grumpy sometimes...but he is honestly such a kind person and he makes me feel all weird inside, but also makes me feel safe." you opened your eyes staring into Megumi's eyes as Megumi gave a forced smile back.

At the moment, in Megumi's mind his heart felt crushed. You liked someone....and the person who fit that criteria was Nanami. How in the hell? You were wayyy younger than him....maybe you were into older men, he couldn't deny his amazingly good and chisled looks, but even so-

"Megumi!! It's your turn!" you interrupted Megumi's thoughts as you tapped his cheek softy to get his attention.

"O-Oh my bad...dare?" he chose dare because he didn't want you to make him confess his unrequited love for you.

"I dare you to tell me who you like!" you smiled innocently as Megumi stared at you shocked, as if he had been stabbed in the gut.

"Y-You can't do that! That's not how the game works!" Megumi started scooting back as he sweatdropped. You just inched closer and closer.

"It is a dare. You have to do it. No backing out." you caged Megumi, with his back resting on the arm of the couch, your hands resting either side of him.

Megumi sighed in defeat. What was the worst that would happen? He gets awkward around you and you friendship is over? That's pretty bad...oh well...

"...you..." Megumi looked away as your eyes widened and you backed up from shock.

"Wait what?"

"....I said you, but I know you don't like me back, I can see why Nanami is in your agenda..." Megumi started rambling.

All those things he said, were about you? You smiled the most genuinely happy smile at Megumi making him look at you wide eyed and confused.

"Megumi, I like you too! What are the odds huh?" you spontaneous wrapped your arms around him squeezing him tight as he slowly wrapped his arm around you, the other arm keeping his body up on the couch.

"Wait so you don't like Nanami?" you pulled away as you gave Megumi the most confused look of the century before you burst out laughing

"Oh Megumi~ why would you think that? How could I ever do that....kinda sketchy no?" you pinched his cheek teasing him as he flushed an even brighter red.

"Well I thought he fit the criteria when I asked you why you liked them..." you smiled warmly at Megumi, your cheeks going pink.

"That was all you Megs. I honestly do really like you and admire you, I'm glad that you're in my life." you held his hands tightly as he squeezed back.

"I-I could say the same to you. You are so beautiful and kind and...and I really do like you. Sorry for thinking you like Nanami...." you giggled again, going in for another hug.

"It all okay, maybe next time don't be so dense." You pulled away and pinched his nose.

You faces were inches away from each other and you desperately wanted to kiss him.

"Can I kiss you?" Megumi asked, looking at you intently waiting for you answer. You smiled and nodded leaning in for a kiss.

Surprisingly he was a good kisser, his soft, glossy lips moulded into yours making you both get lost in the moment.. He stroked your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't want the moment to end.

You both pulled apart from each other to get some air. You cuddled into him suddenly feeling quite fatigued.

"Remind me to do that more often." you giggled as Megumi chuckled.

"No objections there."

You both cuddled together not even bothering to check if the door unlocked, eventually falling asleep in each other's comfort.

A bonusssss!:

"I bet you 4000¥ they are cuddling right now." Yuji whispered to Nobara.

"I bet you 5000¥ that they kissed." Nobara gasped and began smirking.

"Aight bet."

"Guys! Do you have your tasers at the ready?" Gojo whispered to all the students.

They were all gathered outside the room you were in, all with taser in hand.

"So we go in, if they aren't cuddling then we taser them like psychopaths? Got it." Maki found some sort of amusement in all this.

"Okay guys, 3, 2, 1..." After Gojo's countdown ended they all entered the room. To be blessed with an adorable sight.

"Nobara pay up!!" Yuji shouted causing you to stir awake.

You jumped up and screamed to see everyone in front of you with tasers smiling with devious intent.

"W-Why do you have tasers?" you stuttered as you backed up with your hands up as if you were guilty, whilst Megumi was still basically asleep on the couch.

"Y/N did you confess?" Gojo came in closer as all the others followed him with their tasers making horrifying noises.

"What are you on abo- Oh!" It all made sense to you now.

You had been locked in a room with Megumi to get you to confess your feelings to each other.

"If by dawn, you confess without waver,

Then you will not have to fear the power of the taser..it makes sense now!!" you exclaimed making sense of the situation now. What an evil school you were in.

"HEY! Y/N YOU BETTER ANSWER ME." Gojo shouted snapping you out of your thoughts, getting an arms length away from you.

"YES! YES! WE DID! WE EVEN KISSED IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? PLEASE DON'T TASER ME!"

Suddenly all the taser noises stopped and you looked up to see everyone look relieved.

"You kissed?! YESSSS! Yuji pay up~" Nobara smirked and Yuji looked pissed.

"You made a bet on that?" you asked genuinely shocked as to how much you were shipped.

"Don't worry about that..."

"Let's go gang! Our job here is done." Gojo said as everyone followed behind him congratulating you on their way out.

You looked shocked as you turned to see Megumi looking as confused as you.

"What just happened?" Megumi asked looking like he saw an alien.

"I think it's best you don't know...." you sat down and rested your head on his shoulder.

What a crazy community you were a part of.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed that! and don't forget to request if you would like!! ANON I AM STILL LOOKING FOR YOU!!

love you all!! 💜🎵

[babbymochiiii]

｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻˚୨✧୧⋆｡

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

⭑.ᐟnote: you will be able to find all of nct member's, group posts, and other kpop groups posts underneath the cut!

🐱 JOHNNY SUH:

Confession Letter: Johnny Suh

⋮.3k words

⋮ college student Johnny, reader insert, mention of stalking

⋮ Synopsis: you give him a confession letter and he ends up being a stalker…

When He Replaces You: Johnny Suh

⋮ 1.6k words

⋮ non idol Johnny, reader insert, angst

⋮ Synopsis: where Johnny kept going to the cafe you worked at after everything ended

💋Angel: JOHNNY SUH

⋮ 703 words

⋮ angel! Johnny x ngs! reader, suggestive context about the one-night stand and the memories from that night they had together

⋮synopsis: you had a one-night stand with angel! Johnny, to which you try to leave without him noticing, but he ends up cornering you ;)

🔞 Birthday Surpirse: JOHNNY SUH

⋮1.7k words

⋮ idol! Johnny x afab! reader, smut, fluff, romance, established relationship, Johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom Johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

⋮synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

🔞 MINE: JOHNNY SUH

⋮ 4.6k words

⋮ warnings: afab reader, bodyguard!johnny, "business relationship", reader is a public figure of some sorts, pwp, johnny being a meany, fingering/oral (f), p in v, hair pulling, cumming inside, nipple play, breast play, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms for reader, name calling (brat), sweet names for her (baby, angel), etc.

⋮ synopsis: 'you're mine, even if i'm not supposed to make you mine'; where you and your bodyguard have a heated argument while you're at the club with your friends.

🌹 LEE TAEYONG:

Saved: Lee Taeyong

⋮ .6k words

⋮ taeyong, reader insert, publicly being embarrassed, romance, fluff-ish

⋮ Synopsis: where he saves you from embarrassment

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🐙 NAKAMOTO YUTA:

Music Taste: Nakamoto Yuta

⋮ .6k words

⋮ non specific pairing, comedy, idol group NCT 127, second hand embarrassment,

⋮ Synopsis: he likes the taste of your music

🔞 Caught: Nakamoto Yuta

⋮ 1k words

⋮ NCT college au, heavy make outs, hickies, dry hunping, almost oral (f receiving), getting caught, smut

⋮ Synopsis: you were heading to bed when you head a thump upstairs.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

⋮ 697 words

⋮ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

⋮ Synopsis: they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

💋 Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

⋮ 506 words

⋮idol yuta, reader insert, comedy, suggestive context about the piercing

⋮ Synopsis: where you tell yuta about the speculations NCTzens have been making about a supposed tongue piercing, to which he admits.

💋 YUTA AS A ROCKSTAR:

⋮ rockstar! yuta x afab! reader

🐻 QIAN KUN:

Excuse Me?: Qian Kun

⋮ .7k words

⋮ idol kun, reader insert, comedy, sexual tension

⋮ Synopsis: you were caught saying something the moment he walked into the room.

🐰 KIM DOYOUNG:

🔞 I Just Wanna Be Yours: Kim Doyoung

⋮ 5k words

⋮ idol doyoung, reader insert, smut, angst, best friends to lovers, believing feelings are one sided, slight mention of an abusive adult, drinking and getting “drunk,” mention of sleeping with idols, make out, hickies, biting, oral (f receiving), fingering, sex without condom (y’all wrap that shit up we don’t want anything), call count of 3 times for daddy, after care.

⋮ Synopsis: Upon getting drunk with one another, true feelings come spilling out.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

⋮ 697 words

⋮ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

⋮ they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

🔞 Tag Team: Kim Doyoung

⋮ 1.6k words

⋮ idol doyoung, reader insert, reader’s best friend, smut, oral (m), a pretty heavy make out between reader and best friend (only once-), giving that sloppy toppy, DOYOUNG wanting to take control but couldn’t because the reader is >///< being dominant for the situation, slight possessiveness, just filth LMAO

⋮ Synopsis: everyone’s been sharing the same sexual fantasy

🔞 Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

⋮ 12.6k words

⋮non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

⋮synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

🧸 Calm: KIM DOYOUNG

⋮synopsis: you had a really exhausting day at work and your boyfriend Doyoung knew exactly what you needed to help you feel better.

⋮warnings: mental exhaustion, mention of people complaining and yelling, crying

⋮word count: 717 words

🐱 TEN LEE:

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt.1

⋮ 1.9k words

⋮ idol! ten x ngs! reader ft. xiaojun, crying, conflicted feelings, minor yelling, confronting on ten's bs, break up, more crying, just angst after more angst

⋮synopsis: you’ve noticed ten has been weird ever since his recent comeback, and with one text message it confirmed everything. But you weren’t going to let him do that to you through the phone so you confront him in person.

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt. 2

⋮ 1.7k words

⋮idol! ten lee x ngs! reader, angst, missing one another, more crying, confrontation, minor yelling, even ore crying…it’s a lot of painful memories for the two folks, some sort of hopeful outcome for the two..?

⋮synopsis: ten goes to your apartment to speak to you in person about everything that is going on between the two of you…will things clear up between you both?

🍑 JUNG JAEHYUN:

🔞 Sir: Jung Jaehyun

⋮ 1.1k words

⋮ Jaehyun, reader insert (non gender), smut, dom!Jaehyun, being tied up, edging?, 2 call count of Sir, someone walking in, choking, palming, fingering/stroking, etc.

⋮ Synopsis: you and Jaehyun have a secret fling, to which some of the members of 127 are getting suspicious.

🔞 Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

⋮ 12.6k words

⋮non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

⋮synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

💋 Valentines With Jaehyun

⋮ established relationship! Jaehyun x reader; a little something something or v-day and for jaehyun’s birthday! 💌

🧸 music major! jaehyun

⋮ just fluff bc it's all my mind is thinking about with music major! jaehyun 🤭🥴

🐥 DONG SICHENG:

[ 01:19 pm]

🐶 KIM JUNGWOO:

🔞 Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

⋮ 12.6k words

⋮non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

⋮synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

[ 10:30 pm ]

🐆 MARK LEE:

Temporary Flag Girl: Mark Lee pt. 1

⋮ 1.2k words

⋮ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

⋮ Synopsis: you become a temporary flag girl for his race.

Back Again: Mark Lee pt. 2

⋮ 1.2k words

⋮ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

⋮ Synopsis: you go back to the car meet after not going for over a month.

Hell: NCT DREAM

⋮ 527 words

⋮ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

⋮ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

Spider-Man Obssesion: Mark Lee

⋮ best friend! mark lee x afab! reader text fic

🔞 Street Racer! Mark Lee

⋮ 7.4k words

⋮ street racer!mark x afab!reader; not proof read, ngl i'm pretty lazy with the smut here...so bare with me cause i was losing the creative juice for it 💀, some boob loving, oral/fingering (f), p in v, unprotected sex (pls...use a condom), mark is drunk on pussy 🤷🏽, creampie x2, possessive mark, dub con, backseat sex, johnny being an asshole of not respecting your space, screaming match between mark and reader, and lots of curse words being thrown around one another. won't lie the second smut scene might make some of my readers uncomfortable due to the content it has and how mark just handles the situation, so i will be putting a little warning sign between the dialogue so if you wish to skip it you can, i don't think you need to have full context of what happens as i feel like the dialogue that comes after explains itself. 

⋮ a continued dialogue for the original posts; part 1 and part 2 here for og post!

🦕 XIAO DEJUN:

🧸 Runaway: Xiao Dejun

⋮ 301 words

⋮ non idol xiaojun, reader insert, angst, some fluff

⋮ Synopsis: you had an arranged marriage with the eldest Xiao, but have been secretly dating Xiaojun.

🐴 WONG HENDERY:

Don't Go Insane: Wong Kun-Hang (HENDERY)

⋮ 929 words

⋮ incubus Hendery, afab reader, suggestive-ish content

⋮ Synopsis: you swear you've seen him everywhere you go! Walking down the street, on the bus, wherever you are at he is there...but meeting him for the first time, officially, you find out he’s only just getting a hang of his new job.

🦊 HUANG RENJUN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

⋮ 527 words

⋮ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

⋮ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🔞 Please Let Me Help You: Huang Renjun

⋮ 3.8k words

⋮ cyborg! renjun x afab creator! reader 18+ MDNI, nipple play, self fingering, whimpery and beg-ish renjun, fast learner renjun, making out, slight oral (f), pent up frustration being taken out on reader, p in v, creampie, not proof read, etc...if i missed anything let me know pls ;P

⋮ synopsis: renjun notices you’re stressed out but you won’t let him help you out but you try to take matters into your own hands when renjun ends up stepping in and finally helps you out like he was meant to do.

🐶 LEE JENO:

Hell: NCT DREAM

⋮ 527 words

⋮ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

⋮ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

[ 11:10 am ]

🔞 MASKED: LEE JENO

⋮ word count: 2.2k

⋮ warnings: afab reader, no use of jeno's name because this is all in the reader's pov, first part is in reader's pov then switches to third person pov, mentions of how you would let a masked man have his way with you, dub-con, oral (m), hair pulling, strangers fucking each other, p in v, masked jeno, degrading, name calling (brat, slut), unprotected sex, jeno cums inside of reader x2, overstimulation f + m, not proof read.

⋮ synopsis: you and your group of friends decided to go to your local scaring event to have a good time, but you ended up provoking one of the scare actors...what's going to happen to you?

🐻 LEE HAECHAN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

⋮ 527 words

⋮ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

⋮ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐰 NA JAEMIN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

⋮ 527 words

⋮ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

⋮ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐑 LIÚ YANGYANG: NO WORKS

🐬 ZHONG CHENLE:

Hell: NCT DREAM

⋮ 527 words

⋮ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

⋮ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐹 PARK JISUNG:

Hell: NCT DREAM

⋮ 527 words

⋮ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

⋮ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🔞 Discord: PARK JISUNG

⋮established relationship idol! jisung x afab reader, pleasuring yourself while on a discord call with jisung, jisung being a dom bc yes, jisung commanding you on how to pleasure yourself, fingering, handjob, slight cum play? Idk if it would be call that but it’s something like that, squirting?

⋮synopsis: you and jisung have a discord date where things take a turn.

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑷 𝑵𝑨𝑽 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝑵𝑪𝑻 127

🧸 How They React When You’re Sick

⋮ established relationship x ngs! reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑽

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝑵𝑪𝑻 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑷𝑺 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

ᯓᡣ𐭩𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑨 𝑿

💋 Sessions: Im Changkyun

⋮ 3.1k words reader insert

⋮ obsessive patient w/ therapist, kidnapping, anxiety episode, mention of blood, slight knife play, attempt of stabbing due to self defense, touching without consent, psychological episodes, cuts being inflicted, there is a lot of non consensual touching happening, holding against their will.

⋮ synopsis: When you are a therapist having a session with your newly registered client and he ends up having an episode. Due to this episode, he becomes obsessed with you in a short span of time.

[galacticseonghwa]

2:24 am thoughts mdni

non idol!yuta x fem!curvy reader, SMUT a/n: NO plot, one shot with a shitty ending

his hands under his your shirt that you were wearing, squeezing and rubbing the flesh of your waist in his hands.

his favourite thing to do when you two were cuddling each other on stormy nights. he adored how you had more curves and meat on you than you could admit.

you loved your curves and how you weren't skinny and the fact that you were confident in that made him fall harder for you than he would ever admit to anyone but you.

your left hand on his cheek as he moved his face closer to yours to place a soft kiss on your lips. you giggle quietly as he pulls your body as close as he physically can.

one of his hands rubs up your back softly as he moves his head away to look at you, nothing but adoration and lust in his eyes.

he grips the back of your neck and pulls you in for a warm erotic kiss while his free hand reach between the both of you and traces the hem of your black lace panties.

his middle finger circling your clothed clit earning a quiet moan which he swallows as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. "yuta" you whimper as he pushes your panties to the side.

his fingers rubbing your wet folds, yuta quickly pushes you onto your back and slots himself in between your thighs without breaking the kiss.

he pulls away from you to rip his shirt over his head and pushes the shirt of his you were wearing to expose your erect nipples. without a second thought, his head dips down to suck and nip at your left nipple.

his eyes never leave yours, somehow making his mouth feel ten times better. you watch as he slowly grinds into the bed, only for you to pull him away from you and back to your mouth.

yuta moans as your fingers gently trace over his abs and his navel piercing only to end up teasing the hem of his grey sweatpants.

"need you so bad, baby." you whisper against his lips.

"hmm? what was that pretty girl?" he smiles darkly as he pulls away from you just to pull his sweatpants down his legs, throwing them somewhere to his left.

"need you yuta." you whine as he uses his thumb to pull your bottom lip down to give him enough room to push his thumb down on your tongue.

"that's it baby girl, keep sucking me like that." he coos as he's lining his cock at your dripping entrance. he has his eyes on yours as he slowly sinks into you, grunts escaping his pretty lips as his eyebrows furrow.

his thrusts are slow but deep at first as he lets you catch your breath somehow between each thrust.

as you begin whining loudly, yuta took your noises as a sign to start thrusting harder.

your headboard banging almost too loudly against the wall, you were so sure you'd be getting a noise complaint in the mail tomorrow. but that all went to the back of your mind when yuta hisses and brings his hand to your throat.

you start babbling nonsense to yuta as he puts the slightest pressure onto your throat, making your vision teether in a way you like all too much.

"i love it when you get so cock dumb" yuta almost laughs at how pathetic you sounded trying to form any kind of sentence.

"love all your pretty curves," he pauses to grip your thick thighs and up to your hips. "my pretty curves, they're all mine." he grits his teeth as he feels his orgasm nearing.

"i can feel your pretty pussy squeezing, pretty girl. cum for me, yeah?" he begins grunting louder as he grips your thigh.

"s'good f'me, baby." he moans into your ear as you both ride out your orgasms.

[inumakisser]

i already sent something like this in nectardaddy's inbox but like im still thinking about ex!inumaki (who can speak normally here because WHY NOT?) who you also haven't seen in like a year after you both graduated. You attend a reunion party that Yuuji set up and you didn't realize that he would be there too, walking next to Yuta and Maki.

I mean, yeah he grew a bit taller, his hair still looks the same, his shoulders got a bit broader, and his hands—maybe you should snap out of it instead of observing what changed about him?

Yuuji suggests to play 7 minutes in heaven in his closet and deciding who goes in by spinning a bottle. You and your friends sit down on the rug, exchanging glances with a smirk on their faces as the bottle spins.

And the first spin chose you, and light chuckles come out of your friends' lips. You were hoping it would be someone like Maki or Megumi to be in that closet with you, but fate had other plans.

The tip of the bottle pointed to Inumaki, you could, right before you stood up to walk to the closet, see how the corners of his lips creeped into a faint smile.

Well, maybe this might be a good idea? Can't two people reconnect?

So you both get in the really tight closet, because this could be a chance for you to talk to him.

For the first minute, nothing was really going on, except for the husky breaths and how your hands shook whenever Inumaki's fingers brushed against your skin.

For the second minute, it was getting too hot inside of that damn closet, you couldn't even handle eye contact with him during all of this. He was getting more handsy by the second, it was making your cheeks have a hint of red in them.

Three minutes would pass, not a single word came out of your lips. You should speak, but you couldn't. You had the urge to just pull him by the collar of his sweater and just start going at it, but you knew better than that!

(a bit nsfw under this!)

Yet, you still did it. His hands roaming all over you, slipping under your skirt, his fingers teasing your panties. Eventually he slips a finger or two into your folds, his fingers already slick from how wet you were just from looking at him.

Your mind was already too fuzzy to even try to stop your own noises. But, you missed this, didn't you?

You both were so distracted making out that you didn't even notice it was already past 7 minutes. "Wait- i think we should stop..-" You breathed, trying to keep silent because your friends are literally just outside of this closet! They might hear you squirming and whimpering your ex's name and how heavy his own breaths were.

"Don't worry, they're too drunk to realize," Toge plants kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, sending shockwaves through your body. He was knuckles deep in you, curling to hit that spot. "they won't know about it in the morning."

This was a bad idea, right?

(this is my first serious oneshot since last year LMAOO my beta reader responded in 2 days SOOOO..)

[valentoru]

|| Limitless ||

[CHAPTER 6]

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru, a big time artist, who’s known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. And you, the lead guitarist of an upcoming band, who’s absolutely certain that no one will ever love you. Through an accident in which you happened to kiss Gojo in a frantic state, you both decide, via convenience alone—and zero regard for both of your managers—to pull a fake dating stunt what could go wrong? Any press is good press…right?

PREVIOUS : MASTERLIST : NEXT

You had never been to Gojos’s “department” before, but you knew exactly where to find it. It was the biggest sales point for the whole company, therefore they took pride in it. Even going to such lengths as to making Gojo his own office and personal booth for filming his music. But as valued as it was, it was coveted by the unanimous and never-ending source of resentment towards Gojo. You had to swipe your badge twice to get into the department (you rolled your eyes both times). The second door took you directly to the main office area. He had a big team. Maybe it was because he was tall or maybe it was because he was the only person on their feet, but Gojo was the very first person you noticed. Hell, he was the very first thing your noticed. He was talking to one of his managers, looking rather stern. Scary. But, despite how focused he was, he turned his head towards the entrance the moment you came in.

You smiled weakly at him—mainly out of relief at having found him.

It was going to be fine. You were going to explain to him what Megumi had told you, and without a doubt find it categorically unacceptable and fix it for the both of them, because you could not spend your next few years surrounded by people who thought that you were dating Satoru fucking Gojo.

The problem was, Gojo wasn’t the only person who noticed you, there were more desk then you could count, all of them occupied. Most of them—all of them—were staring at you. Probably because most of them—all of them—had heard that you were dating their boss.

Fuck your life.

“Can I talk to you for a minute—” you coughed awkwardly, you had to do it. “—Satoru?” Rationally, you knew that the room wasn’t furnished in a way that made echoing possible. Still, you felt as though your words bounced off the walls and repeated about five times.

He nodded, nonplussed, and handed some files to the man he was talking to before heading in your direction. He appeared either unaware or uncaring that approximately two-thirds of his staff were gaping at him. The remaining ones seemed on the verge of a hemorrhagic stroke.

He led you to a meeting room just outside the main office space, you followed him silently, trying not to dwell on the fact that a department full of people thought that you were dating Gojo and they had just seen you both enter a private room. Alone.

This was the worst. The absolute worst.

“Everyone knows,” you blurted out as soon as the door closed behind you.

He studies you for a moment, looking puzzled. “Are you okay?”

“Everyone knows. About us.”

He cocked his head, folding his arms over his chest. It had been barley a day since you’d last talked, but apparently long enough for you to have forgotten his…his presence. Or what ever it was that made you feel like your were tiny, insignificant when you were around him. “Us?”

“Us.”

He seemed confused, so you elaborated.

“Us, dating. Not that we’re dating, but clearly Maki thought so and she told…” you realised that the words were tumbling out so you forced yourself to slow down. “Yuta. And he told everyone and now everyone knows. Or they think they know even though there’s absolutely nothing to know. As you and I know.”

He took it in for a moment then nodded slowly. “And when you say everyone...?”

“I mean everyone.” You pointed in the direction of his office. “Those people? They know. Other people in this building? They know. “Panda” on reception? He absolutely knows. Gossip in this industry is the worst. They all think I am dating hot shot Satoru Gojo.”

“I see.” He said, seeming strangely unbothered by this clusterfuck. It should have calmed you down but it only had the effect of driving your panic up a notch.

“I am sorry this happened. So sorry. This is all my fault.” You dragged a hand down your face. “But I didn’t think that…I understand why Maki would tell Yuta—I mean, getting those two together was the whole point of this stupid charade—but…why would Yuta tell anyone?”

He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t he?”

You looked up. “What do you mean?”

“Excuse my rudeness but, an upcoming band member dating an already established and—well—famous artist seems like an interesting piece of information to share.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that interesting. Why would people be interested?”

He lifted one eyebrow. “Someone told me that ‘Gossip in this industry is the wor—’”

“Okay, okay. Point taken.” You took a deep breath and started pacing. Trying to ignore the way he was studying you, how relaxed he looked. Arms folded in his chest while leaning against the conference table. He was not supposed to be calm. He was supposed to be incensed. He was a known dick with a reputation for arrogance—the idea of people thinking he was dating a nobody should be mortifying to him. The burden of freaking out should not be falling on you alone.

“This is—we need to do something, of course. We need to tell people that it’s not true. That we made it all up. Except they’ll think that I’m crazy. And maybe that you are too, so we have to come up with some other story. Yes, okay, we need to tell people we’re not together anymore—”

“And what will Maki and what’s-his-face do?”

You stopped pacing. “Huh?”

“Wont your friends feel bad about dating if they think we’re not together? Or that you lied to them?”

You hadn’t thought of that. “I—Maybe. Maybe but—“

It was true that Maki had seemed happy. Maybe she had already invited Yuta to accompany her to that movie festival—possibly right after telling him about you and Gojo, damn her. But this is exactly what you had wanted.

“Are you going to tell the truth?”

You let out a panicked sound. “I can’t. Not now.” God why did you even agree to date Yuta? You weren’t even that into him. Yeah, he was cute but not worth any of this. “Maybe we tell people that I broke up with you?”

“That’s very flattering,” He deadpanned. You couldn’t quite figure out if he was joking.

“Fine. We can say that you broke up with me.”

“Because that sounds credible,” he said dryly. Almost below his breath. You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly and hand no idea what he might mean, but you were starting to feel very upset. Fine, you had been the one to kiss him first—God, you’d kissed Satoru Gojo; this was your life; there’s were your choices—but his actions in the kitchen the day before surely hadn’t helped matters. He could at least display some concern. There was no way he was okay with everyone believing he was dating some random girl who’s hardly even a significant or well known member of the band that she’s in because she’s just a guitarist.

“What if we tell people it was a mutual breakup?”

He nodded. “Sounds good.”

You perked up. “Really? Great, then! We’ll—”

“We could ask Panda to add it to the company’s newsletter.”

“What?”

“Or do you think a public announcement before Monday briefings would be better?”

“No. No, it’s—”

“Maybe we should ask IT to put it on the front page of the website. That way people would know—”

“Okay, okay, fine! I get it.”

He looked at you evenly for a moment, and when he spoke, his tone was reasonable in a way you would have never expected of Satoru “ass” Gojo. “If what bothers you is that people are talking about you dating me, the damage is done, I’m afraid. Telling everyone that we broke up will not undo that fact they think we dated.”

Your shoulders slumped. You hated that he was right. “Okay, then. If you have any ideas on how to fix this mess, by all means, I’m open to—”

“You could let them go on thinking it.”

For a moment you thought you hadn’t heard him correctly. “What?!”

“You can let people go on thinking that we’re dating. It solves your problem with your friend and what’s-his-name, and you don’t have much to lose since it’s sounds like from a…reputation standpoint” —he said the word reputation rolling his eyes a little, as if the concept of caring about what others think was the dumbest thing ever—“things cannot get much worse for you.”

This was…out of everything…in your life, you had never, never…

“What?” You asked again, feebly.

He shrugged. “Seems like a win-win to me.”

It so did not. To you? It seemed like a lose-lose, and then lose again, and then lose some more type of situation. It seemed insane.

“You mean…forever?” You thought your voice came out whiny, but it was possible that was an effect of the blood pointing in your head.

“That sounds excessive. Maybe until your friends are not dating anymore? Or until they are more settled? I don’t know. Whatever works, I guess.” He was serious about this. He was not joking.

“Are you not…” you had no idea how to ask it. “Married or something?” You were sure you’d seen something in the news about him dating. He had a fantastic job; tall with brilliantly white hair, clearly smart, even attractive looking. He was built. Yeah he was a moody dick but some women wouldn’t mind it. Some women might even like it.

He shrugged. “My wife and the twins won’t mind it.”

Oh shit.

You felt heat was over you. Heat rose to your cheeks and then you almost died of shame, because—God, you had forced a married man, a father, to kiss you. His wife was probably crying into her pillow. His kids would probably grow up with horrible daddy issues and become serial killers.

“I…Oh my God. I didn’t—I am so sorry”

“Just kidding.”

“I really had no idea that you—”

“Y/N. I was joking. I’m not married. No kids.”

A waved of relief crashed into you. Followed by just as much anger. “Gojo, this is not something to joke—“

“You really need to start calling me Satoru. Since we’ve been reportedly dating for a while.”

You exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why would you even—what would you get out of this?”

“Out of what?”

“Pretending to date me. Why do you care? What’s in it for you” Gojo—Satoru—opened his mouth, and for a moment you had the impression that he was going to say something important. But then he averted his gaze. All that came out was “it would help you out.” He hesitated for a moment. “And I have my own reasons.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What reasons?”

“Reasons.”

“If it’s criminal, I’d rather not be involved.”

He smiled a bit. “It’s not.”

“If you don’t roll me, I’ll have no choice but to assume it’s kidnapping. Or arson. Or embezzlement.”

He seemed preoccupied for a moment, fingertips drumming against his biceps. It considerably strained his shirt. “If I tell you, it cannot leave this room.”

“I think we can both agree that nothing that has happened in this room should ever leave.”

“Good point.” He conceded. He paused. Sighed. Chewed on the inside of his cheek for a second. Sighed again. “Okay.” He finally said, sounding like a man who knew that he was going to regret speaking the second he opened his mouth. “I’m considered a flight risk.”

“Flight risk?” God, he was a felon on parole. A jury of his peers had convicted him for crime. He’d probably thrown a PC at someone for messing up a brand offer. “So it is something criminal.”

“What? No. The company suspects I’m making plans to move to our competitors since they’re going much much better than we are with new recruits and popularity. Normally it wouldn’t bother me, but they’ve started talking about dropping me before I drop them.”

“Oh.” Not what you’d thought. Not at all. “Can they?”

“Yes. Well, as “valuable” of a client I am to them, when this contract ends they can terminate me and not offer me a new one. But I don’t plan on moving as I’d do just as well without a record company helping me. They’re just a convenience.”

“But if it’s just a convenience—”

“I never said it was a bad one.” He said levelly. “I have deadlines to meet that are beyond my contract. Additionally, I’ve invested more than a little bit of money in this company.”

“Oh.” Come to think of it, you had been hearing scuttlebutt about Gojo being recruited with the company’s competitors since you first made a record deal here. You’d even heard he’s be quitting all together occasionally. “Why do they think that? And why now?”

“A number of reasons. The most relevant is that a few months ago they sent me an offer—a very very large offer—but they have been trying to recruit me for months and I’m planning to do a brand that they’re working close in partnership with. Our company sees this as a threat that I’m going to transfer.” He hesitated before continuing. “More generally, I have been made aware that the…optics are that I have not made any large commitments and could up and leave to go anywhere in the world at any moment.”

“Large commitments?”

“My contract finishes this year, I have no extended family in the area. No wife. No kids. I’m currently renting—I’d have to buy a house just to convince them I don’t plan on leaving.” He was clearly irritated. “If I was in a relationship that would really help.”

Okay. That made sense. But. “Have you considered getting a real girlfriend?”

His eyebrows lifted. “Have you considered getting a real date?”

“Touché”

You fell silent and studied him for a few moments, letting him study you in return. Funny how you used to be scared of him. Now he was the only person in the world who knew about your worst fuckup ever, it was hard to feel intimidated—even harder, after discovering that he was the type of person who’d be desperate enough to date someone to prove to the company he wasn’t leaving. You were sure that you would do the exact same to finally achieve your dream, which made Satoru feel oddly…relatable. And if he was relatable you could go ahead and fake-date him, right?

No. Yes. No. What? You were crazy for even considering this. You had to be certifiably mental. And here you found yourself saying “it would be complicated.”

“What would be?”

“To pretend that we’re dating.”

“Really? It would be complicated to make people think we’re dating?”

Oh, he was impossible. “Okay, I see your point. But it would be hard to do so convincingly for a prolonged period.”

He shrugged. “We’ll be fine, as long as we say hi to each other in passing and you don’t call me Gojo.”

“I don’t think people who are dating just…say hi to each other.”

“What do people who are dating do?”

If

It beat you. You had gone on maybe seven total dates in your whole life, including the ones with Yuta, and they had ranged from moderately boring to anxiety inducing and horrifying (mostly when a guy had monologued about his grandmothers hip replacement in horrifying detail). You would have loved someone in your life, but you doubted it was in store for you. Maybe you were unloveable. Maybe spending so many years alone had warped you in some fundamental way and that was why you seemed to be unable to develop a true romantic connection, or even the type of attraction you often hear others talk about. In the end it really didn’t matter. Being in the public eye and dating went poorly together, which was probably why Satoru Gojo, hot shot singer who had women swooning over him, was standing here at his big adult age asking you what people do on dates.

Band freaks, ladies and gentlemen.

“Um…things. Stuff.” You racked your brain. “People go out and do activities together. Like apple picking or those Paint and Sip things.” Which are idiotic, you thought.

“Which are idiotic.” Clyde said, gesturing dismissively with his hand. “You could just go to Maki and tell her we went out and painted a Monet. Sounds like she’d take care of letting everyone else know.”

“Okay first of all, it was Yuta, let’s agree to blame Yuta. And it’s more than that.” You insisted. “People who date, they—they talk. A lot. More than just greeting in the hallway. They know each others favourite colours and where they were born and they…hold hands. They kiss.”

Gojo pursed his lips together as if to suppress a smile. “We could never do that.”

A fresh wave of mortification crashed into you. “I am sorry about the kiss. Really, I didn’t think, and—”

He shook his head. “It’s fine.”

He did seem uncharacteristically indifferent to the situation, especially for a guy who freaks out when someone gets something minor wrong. No, he wasn’t indifferent. He was amused.

You cocked your head. “Are you enjoying this?”

“‘Enjoying’ is probably not the right word but you have to admit this is quite entertaining.”

You had no idea what he was talking about. There was nothing entertaining about the fact that you had randomly kissed him because he was the only person around at that time, as a consequence of that tremendously idiotic action, everyone thought that you were dating a guy you’d met exactly twice before today—

You burst intro laughter and folded into yourself before your train of thought was even over, overwhelmed by the sheer improbability of the situation. This was your life. These were the results of your actions. When you could finally breath again, your stomach hurt and you had to wipe your eyes. “This is the worst”

He was smiling, staring at you with a strange light in his eyes. And would you look at that, Satoru Gojo had dimples. Cute ones. “Yep.”

“And it’s all my fault.”

“Pretty much. I kind of yanked Maki’s chain yesterday, but, yeah. I’d say that it’s mostly your fault.”

Fake dating. You and Satoru Gojo would have to be lunatic. “Wouldn’t it be a problem publicity wise if we aren’t seen together?”

He tilted his head, going serious. “No. As long as no one who knows tells anyone and we don’t do public outings where press could see us and leak it I see no issue. I can also ask around with the publicity manager.”

It was an epically bad idea. The worst idea ever entertained in the epically bad history of bad ideas. Except that it would solve this current problem of yours, as well as some of Satorus, in exchange for saying hi to him once a week and making an effort not to call him Gojo. It seemed like a pretty good deal.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course.” He said calmly. Reassuringly.

You hadn’t thought he’d be like this. After hearing all the horror stories. Seeing him walking around with that perpetual frown of his. You really hadn’t thought that he’d be like this. Even though you didn’t quite know what this even meant.

“And than you I guess for offering. Satoru.” You added the last word like an afterthought. Trying it out on your lips. It felt weird but right.

After a long pause, he nodded. “No problem. Y/N.”

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A Fire in Every Kiss (NCT Yuta)

Nakamoto Yuta x Female Reader

Genre: smut, a hint of fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 815

Warnings: making out, a little oral (female receiving), semi public sex (car), unprotected sex

Rating: 18+

A/N: Hi there Sar @drunk-on-hwa ! It’s been a while since I’ve written Yuta and I had fun with this. I hope you like it as much as I do ☺️ Special thanks to Jasper @starlitmark for making sure this didn’t suck 💕 ~Bee

Part of The Kissing Booth drabbles

You had been together with your boyfriend, Yuta for over a year and surprisingly, the flames were still going as strong as it had when you first got together. So, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for the two of you to find yourself getting steamy in the car when Yuta had parked it at an overlook to enjoy the night sky with you.

Yuta’s arms reached over the center console and his hands were buried in the hair at the nape of your neck as he kissed you. Your own rested on his thighs, resisting the urge to squeeze them. Yuta’s kisses were getting longer, deeper as the two of you kept making out, kindling embers in your veins.

After what seemed like an eternity but also like a split second, Yuta pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours as the two of you gasped for breath. A smirk graced his lips before he spoke. “How about we continue this in the backseat?” he asked, his head tilting toward slightly worn leather seats behind him. He had barely finished his sentence before you were nodding enthusiastically.

Each of you had gotten out of the car and walked to the back doors of the car before getting in the backseat. Luckily there was no one around at this time of night, so you didn’t look too awkward. You got in and scooted backwards, resting your head on the elbow rest on the door behind you. Yuta appeared over you, resting his arms on the seat on either side of you so that he didn’t immediately crush you with his body weight. “Is this okay?” he asked, making sure you were comfortable before going any further.

“More than okay,” you said, laughing lightly.

“Okay,” he responded, covering your mouth with his once more in a sweet kiss.

The warmth in your belly from your make out with Yuta earlier barely had a chance to cool down before it was being ramped up again. Your hands found their way under his shirt as he kissed you, fingers running over his shoulder blades before you moved them to his front and lightly caressed his hip bone at the edge of his jeans.

He let out a hiss in pleasure. You knew the right spots to touch to increase his excitement and you knew it was working when you felt his bulge pressing against your thigh through his jeans. This prompted him to tug at the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms so that he could pull it off of you. A few moments later, he had rid himself of his own shirt.

There were times where you took your time with each other, exploring each other's body even though you had memorized each other countless times. There were times where things were hot and fast, and that’s exactly where things were headed tonight. Before you knew it, you both had lost the rest of your clothes and underwear, leaving you bare in front of each other. Yuta ran his hands over you, leaving your skin heated in their wake.

Yuta brought his face between your legs and licked at your folds, noting how wet you were for him. “Already?” he asked, the vibrations from his laugh jolting through you.

“Our makeout session was pretty intense,” you responded, your words being swallowed when Yuta put his entire mouth on your sensitive bud. Your fingernails clawed at the seat as he continued to suck. You were getting needy for his length by the time he pulled away. “Yuta,” you whined. It was all you needed to say for him to understand and position himself over you again, his tip lightly brushing at your core.

He paused for a moment to make sure you were ready for him and slowly pushed into you. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. He started pumping slowly at first to make sure not to hurt you but then picked up the pace. Moans echoed in the car as Yuta fucked into you, fast and hard. The warmth on your skin from earlier was spreading slowly through your body as the coil in your stomach got tighter. “Right there,” you said and Yuta continued to hit your sweet spot.

“I’m getting close,” Yuta whispered in your ear and you thought you would lose it right then and there. His hips met yours a few more times and finally he stilled within you. He leaned forward to capture your mouth, kissing you fervently as he painted your insides with his cum. The tightness in your belly snapped right after him and you could have sworn your whole body was alight as you shook from the high.

Whether it was sex or just a kiss, the passion Yuta had with you never failed to set your soul on fire.

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UNHOLY - Chapter Fourteen

full masterlist || UNHOLY chapter index

genre: supernatural au

characters: fem reader, yuta, ten, winwin, mark, others mentioned

length: 19,372 words

tags: smut, threesome, bathtub sex, blood drinking

summary: now that you’ve learned the truth from Ten and Yuta, it’s time to learn what transpired aboveground while you were below

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“Blood?” 

Panic brings fire to the surface of your skin, simmering in a thin layer over you as you try to push by Renjun for the portrait door above you.

“You can’t go up there!” He hisses, grabbing at your arm, but dropping you a second later as your flames sear his palm. “I can hear guards in place outside the portrait. If we go busting out of here, the least they’ll do to us is throw us in one of those cells right alongside Ten and Yuta, then what good will all of this have been for?”

You tear your arm away from him, teetering on an uneven step. “What do you suggest then, Renjun? We can’t just stay here.”

The elfin man has the audacity to sneer and roll his eyes. “I wasn’t suggesting that. If you would just give me a second to explain, I would tell you what we’re going to do.” He climbs the next few stairs softly, his eyes lifted to the closed portrait door. “I didn’t bring you down here without a backup escape plan. For one thing, I know Mark and WinWin would both eviscerate me slowly and excruciatingly if I allowed anything to happen to you, same as I’m sure those two demons down there would.”

He has a backup plan?

Renjun reaches the top of the staircase, holding his hand up to silently communicate to you not to come any further. 

You watch from a dozen steps below as Renjun carefully moves over to the large mirror hanging on the wall. The first mirror in the series of mirrors lining the staircase to help illuminate it. He lifts it slowly, pausing at one point to turn his attention to the portrait door before hurriedly removing it the rest of the way from the wall. You back quickly down the stairs when Renjun begins to totter down the stairs, struggling to balance the large mirror in his arms while descending on the uneven steps. 

“Mirror magic,” he says simply when you reach the bottom of the stairs again. The tunnel curves right ahead of you, so it's tempting to just slip back through that archway, to descend the stairs, and return to Yuta and Ten. But you know that there’s no more reason for you to stay down here now, not when Mark and WinWin might need you up above.

Renjun leans the mirror against the wall.

“I thought you said that was a Watcher thing?” You take a step back, out of the reflection of the mirror.

Renjun folds his fingers together, stretching his arms out in front of him, and he rolls his head from side to side, limbering up for whatever is about to happen. “We’re both part Watcher, you and I, aren’t we? That means, somewhere in our blood, the skill to use mirror magic is there. I learned it when I was a baby. Like I said the other day, I used to use it to sneak down here when my parents were in cells. I can use it to get out too. I’m just a little bit out of practice.”

“I don’t need to do that,” you say, and you straighten up. In your panic, you’d forgotten the one thing you’d promised both WinWin and Mark this morning. You can fucking teleport. You don’t need mirror magic to get you out of here. “I can teleport.”

Renjun looks over his shoulder at you. “No, you can’t. Not down here. Don’t you think those two would have come back to you by now if they could just teleport out of here?” He gestures along the tunnel to the cells. “Mirror magic is the only way out. Now, quiet please, I need to focus.”

You sink down onto your heels to keep from running back up the stairs or heading back down to the cells. Instead you watch Renjun as he closes his eyes and concentrates on his breathing, holding his hands outstretched in front of him so that his fingertips are just barely shy of the mirror’s surface. 

You don’t know exactly what you’re waiting to happen. It’s got to be something similar to teleportation, to move through mirrors by magic, but you keep your thoughts to yourself, anxiously crouched there on the stone floor watching Renjun do nothing. 

But then you see it. 

A ripple in the silvery surface of the mirror. 

And then Renjun moves forward, closing that tiny miniscule distance between his fingertips and the mirror. Ripples wave over the image in the reflection, radiating from where Renjun’s fingertips meet the surface. 

“There it is,” he says quietly. 

Renjun’s hand vanishes up to the wrist.

“Can you take me along? Or do I have to learn it too?” You stand up, rocking forward on your feet. 

Renjun makes a face. “Please. I said it was a backup plan for escaping. Don’t you think that if you were going to have to learn a whole new skill to manage it I would’ve started teaching you about it days ago? I did consider it, but this is plan B, which I was really hoping we wouldn’t have to use.”

Something that he said gives you pause.

“To teach me this Watcher skill days ago, like you just said, you would’ve had to have already known that I was part-Watcher.” You fold your arms across your chest. Renjun freezes, wrist-deep in the watery mirror, avoiding eye contact with you, similar to how he had earlier when Yuta and Ten first told you the truth. “So you did know about me.”

Renjun’s mouth pops open, a small O of surprise. “I mean, not totally. I definitely suspected, based off of how interested the Watchers were with you. How they didn’t immediately throw the three of you down here for trespassing. And then there were just little things I noticed about you. The way that you navigate the House so easily, that’s innate Watcher skills. And the other morning, when I found you looking out the window of that room at snow, when it definitely wasn’t snowing in Purgatory, that was basically confirmation. Non-Watchers can’t see anything other than Purgatory through the windows. Seeing you react to some place other, I knew that there was something more to you than it first seemed.”

 “You just chose not to enlighten me because…?”

“Because I’ve never met anyone else like me. I grew up knowing that I was half-Watcher, half-elven. You didn’t know, so I didn’t want to be the one to rock your worldview. I’m essentially a stranger to you, and the fact that you trust me at all is mind boggling and I’m very, very grateful for your trust. But I couldn’t be the one to tell you that you’re the only other half-Watcher half-supernatural being to exist right now. I knew you didn’t know because the Watchers didn’t want you to know. That’s why none of them have told you any time you’ve been in audience with them over the last few days.” Renjun draws his hand back out of the mirror. “And Watchers developed the skill, they mastered the ability, but anyone that uses magic can do it. It’s just that, as Watchers, you and I have the biggest source of knowledge about mirror magic. I could bring anyone through the mirror, even a human. Now, are we going to stand here and argue about this, or do you want to get out of here so we can figure out what the hell is going on up there?”

You do want to debate this. You want to know what all Renjun knows because now that you know that he knew about your heritage, you realize that there must be more that he’s keeping hidden. But then he twitches, casting a glance up the staircase toward the portrait. His ears perk up, his eyes flash, and he shakes his head.

Maybe talking about all of this can wait.

“Let’s go. If you can pull us both through the mirror let’s go.” You take his hand, and Renjun nods, reaching his other hand out to disturb the mirror again. You ask, “Do I need to do anything?”

“Just hold your breath. Clear your mind and don’t let go of my hand.” Renjun says, and his leading hand sinks into the mirror, the silvery surface of it rippling around his arm as it swallows him up. “Just let me guide you.”

The mirror is large enough that you can both easily just walk into the surface, so it’s disturbing to watch Renjun pushing into the malleable surface, watching it close around him as he walks through it. It’s terrifying to see your reflection coming closer and closer until his hand holding yours is all that remains, and then your fingertips are passing through the mirror, the touch of it bitterly cold. When you stand nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye with your reflection you remember Renjun’s advice. 

Hold your breath.

Clear your mind.

Don’t let go.

You suck in a breath and squeeze your eyes shut in the last second before Renjun’s hand still in yours pulls you the rest of the way into the mirror. It’s a shock of cold across your whole body, infinitely worse than passing through the pond portal to enter Purgatory had been. This is cold and intense pressure, the feel of it like ice cutting along every inch of exposed flesh. It makes you want to gasp from the pain, to let go of his hand and brush away the sharp splinters scraping your skin, but you don’t let go, you don’t take a breath.

Renjun’s hand is firm and solid and warm around yours, pulling you forward gently, and you let him pull you as you float through this space between one mirror and the next. You don’t dare open your eyes, even though that wasn’t one of his suggestions. Somehow you know that the sight of this space would be too much to handle at the moment, not that there will ever be a moment you’re ready to try this again. 

The aching urge to draw breath hits at just the moment that you feel Renjun’s hand beginning to pull away from yours. 

In your terror, you hold tighter to his hand, cracking an eye open.

Before you, you see a watery film over the world, Renjun passing through it into a warm yellow room filled with sunlight. He steps easily out of the mirror in the yellow bedroom you’d slept in on your first night here. He draws you forward out of the mirror, a hand on your wrist to keep you steadily moving, though the surface of the mirror here seems to have more resistance than the one in the dungeon had. It sticks to you like slime, like a film, stretching over your face and your chest and arms as Renjun pulls you forward. You feel your mouth opening, aching to draw breath, but you’re not yet clear of the mirror.

You can feel the surface of the mirror stretching over your mouth as you open wide, your lungs instinctively trying to draw in breath, desperate for it as the feeling of suffocation grows, your chest feeling tighter with each passing second.

Renjun’s eyes widen, and he lets go of your wrist, a hand flying up to your face. His fingers touch your cheeks, your mouth, fingernails scraping against the thin barrier that stretches like cling film over your lips, and his finger pops through.

The whole bubble bursts, oxygen flooding into your lungs, and the sticky feel of the mirror’s surface snaps away. Renjun drags you forward, the solid feeling of the yellow bedroom’s floor beneath your feet. The mirror behind you shatters, raining silver-backed glass shards across the room. You collapse against Renjun, coughing and gasping, and he brushes his hands over your shoulders and back, dusting off the glittering shards of mirror dust. 

“We made it. It’s okay. That was… really weird. I’m sorry about that,” he apologizes, “I don’t know what happened.”

You shake your head, pulling away from him. “It’s fine. I’m just never going to do that again.”

Already, you’re spinning around, heading for the door out into the common room. You need to go find Mark and WinWin. You need to know what happened.

You throw the door of the bedroom open, and you freeze.

The common room furniture is overturned. A small spindle table sits broken on its side. Several of the bookshelves are empty, their contents scattered and torn across the floor. And in the middle of it all, on the area rug in front of the fire, a naked WinWin is crouched over something, holding it in his lap.

“WinWin?” You take a step out. Renjun’s footsteps behind you crunch over the broken pieces of the mirror. 

WinWin lifts his head, turning to look at you, revealing what is in his lap.

“Mark?” 

Your heart ceases to beat as you rush forward, dropping to your knees beside WinWin. Mark’s head is cradled in his lap. He’s covered in blood, and beneath the violent shock of red, his skin is pale. Nothing is left of his clothes but torn scraps clinging to his frame. Your heart isn’t beating, but you can feel something hot in your throat, in your belly; your fingertips tingle, your eyes burn. 

“Is he–?”

WinWin’s voice is tight when he says, “He’s alive. Barely.” 

Mark only barely stirs when you touch his cheek. His skin is ice-cold to the touch, more than normal.

“Mark,” you repeat, “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“The Watchers,” WinWin growls. “Specifically that bastard Hansol. He’s vicious, brutal. I can’t remember everything, but he threw us around a bit, and all the crashing drew the attention of a group of Watchers. They broke us apart, but we didn’t back down, not when that asshole was right there. He was taunting us, and I won’t even tell you the things he said.” A foreign fire ignited in WinWin’s eyes. He grinds his teeth together, and a low rumble emanates from his chest, but he continues speaking, “There were a lot more of them that appeared. We put up a bit of a fight against them breaking our fight up, got into another, even bigger fight with all of them, and then they got really rough with us. You know how much they hate him, so he got the worst of it.” He looks down at Mark’s pale face, and he brushes hair away from his forehead with gentle fingers. “He lost a lot of blood.”

You can see that. Mark looks just as bad, if not worse, now than he had after he’d mended you when Yuta and Ten rescued you from the exorcism. Back then he’d laid limp and pale, weak and hungry beside you until your boyfriends had returned and fed him blood. He’d improved quickly, so maybe…. “He just needs blood, right?” You ask, a hint of panic in your voice. “That’ll make him better?” 

WinWin grabs your arm before you can even attempt to hover your wrist over Mark’s lips. “Don’t you fucking dare. He’s starving. Do you know what he would do to you? He’d drain you dry in less than a minute, princess. And you’re already looking less than an ideal option for a blood bag. You’re covered in cuts. What the hell did you do to her?” The last part he directs at Renjun who’s standing a few feet away, hovering halfway between this scene and the door out into the House.

“It was the mirror,” Renjun says, throwing his hands up. “I don’t fucking know what happened. It didn’t want to let her go, so I had to break it.”

Now that they mention it, you can feel the stinging across your face and hands and arms. The slight burn as blood meets the air. You wonder what you must look like. You realize now that there’s a trickle of blood flowing steadily down your forehead, and you’ve been blinking it out of your eye for minutes now. The small cuts throb, now that you’re aware of them, but the aches and pain of it all are dull and painless in comparison to how you feel looking down at Mark. 

Just an hour ago he was fine and whole, and now? You suck in a sharp breath as you look carefully down at his face again. Under all the blood, you think his nose must be broken, deep shadows have pooled beneath his eyes, and his nose that you’ve always seen as fairly straight-set now sits crooked. Bruises pattern his skin. He’s a nightmare to look at right now, but you can’t look away. You slip your hand into one of his, and you can immediately tell that there’s a few broken bones in his hand as well. 

Mark’s lips twitch slightly when a small bit of blood drips from your face onto his chin. WinWin presses his hands to Mark’s shoulders. “No,” WinWin growls again. “We’re going to think of something else; you’re not giving Mark your blood. I don’t know what else there is. He can’t have werewolf blood, which the Watchers damn well knew when they threw us in here. I’m pretty sure they don’t give a damn what happens to us anymore, and they’re probably searching the House for you now.” He frowns down at Mark’s face. 

“I–I can go see about getting him some animal blood from the kitchens.” Renjun’s voice comes out broken, stumbling over his words as he backs towards the door. “I’ll be quick!” Renjun grabs the door handle to exit the common room.

 WinWin quickly shouts, “Wait! They put a spelled lock on it!” 

Too late, Renjun’s body goes rigid the moment he fully takes hold of the door handle, and he thumps stiff as a board against the floor, unconscious. You stare between his body and WinWin until the latter offers an explanation. “They locked us in here, made it so if we try to leave, we’re knocked out for, like, I don’t know, ten minutes or something. I only tried it once before I realized. What do we do?” He just stares down at Mark’s face. 

You can’t just let Mark lie here and desiccate. He needs blood. You have blood. You don’t know how long he can remain unalive instead of just plain dead when he’s without blood. And you can see the deep gouges and bruising and scrapes beneath the blood and torn bits of clothes, each time you look at him you spot something new. He’s still losing blood, and even though vampires have accelerated healing, Mark’s lost too much blood to be able to heal himself. You’ve got to do something for him, and do it soon, because judging by the state of him, every second counts.

“WinWin, just let me do this.” You move closer, lowering your wrist over Mark’s lips. You keep your other hand curled against his  broken one on the floor. Mark needs this, even if you just give him a taste, you know that your blood can make him better. Even if it’s not human blood, but maybe that’ll make him heal faster, the combination of demon and Watcher inside you. 

But now isn’t the time to get lost thinking about that revelation, though a part of you deep inside is still reeling, still processing the conversation you’ve just had down in the dungeon with Yuta and Ten. Now, though, you need to focus on Mark dying in front of you, and do what you can to prevent that. 

“You can hold him down,” you tell WinWin, “so if you think he’s taking too much from me, you can make him stop.” 

WinWin whines defeatedly, but there’s no point in telling you no. There’s a rather large cut from a shard of the mirror on your arm, and the moment that you touch the fresh blood to Mark’s lips, he jolts. 

It’s like the last time this happened, back with Yuta and Ten giving Mark blood in the bed at your apartment in Hell City. Mark looked like he was sleeping or near death, and as soon as he’s presented with blood, suddenly he’s moving. His hands grip your arm tightly, and you can feel his lips and tongue, the scrape of his teeth, the rush of blood through your veins like sandpaper.

There was a time, in your old life on Earth, when you’d donated blood at a hospital blood drive. It had only been once because you felt guilty afterward that the nurse who’d handled the process fell after taking the pint of blood you’d donated, spilling it across the floor and getting violently ill. At the time you’d thought that there was no way that what befell her was actually her fault, but in the present, you now know that more than likely it was the toxic mixture of demon and Watcher blood coursing through your veins. But back then, they’d only taken one pint of blood, that’s all that was allowed, though you’d tried to offer more after the woman spilled your first donation. 

You know with certainty that Mark is going to need a lot more than a single pint of blood to get him back in working order. But you’ll give him as much as you can. Maybe when Renjun regains consciousness, he can help as well. As far as you know, it’s only werewolves and vampires that can’t mix – you’d read that in the encyclopedia, about the venom of one being toxic to the other in large quantities, such as in drinking the other’s blood or being bitten multiple times. 

When it begins, it’s neither painful nor pleasant to have Mark drinking from you.

He drinks until the color is coming back into his face, until the shadows fade from beneath his eyes, until his eyes are opening and you can see the bloody red irises looking up at you as he drinks. 

You remember the hungry way he’d drunk from Yuta and Ten that night when they saved you, and you fully expect this time to be like that. But the moment that Mark’s eyes are open and looking at you, he breaks away from your wrist, dropping his head back into WinWin’s lap. The open wound stings against the cool air of the room, and blood drips down your forearm, splattering on the carpet beneath you. 

“How could you let her feed me?” He rasps, staring up at WinWin. A bit of your blood still dribbles from his mouth. 

“He didn’t let me do anything.” You kneel up to look Mark straight in the eye as you tell him, “Do you think I would just sit here, full of blood for you to drink, while you’re dying of exsanguination, dummy? I’ve got more. You can have more.”

Mark averts his gaze, looking anywhere but at you, at the blood still flowing from your arm. His nose twitches, and as you watch, you can see his fangs growing sharper in his mouth then shrinking as Mark tries to will himself into some semblance of control. “I can’t drink from you. I’m too thirsty right now, and I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“I have plenty to give, Mark. Please.” You don’t even feel slightly lightheaded yet, though he almost definitely has drunk more from you than you donated at a blood drive. “You need to heal, so just take it.”

“What the fuck?” Mark groans under his breath. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t want to hurt you and—“

“And you won’t.” You just know it. You feel fine, like he could drink from you to fully satisfy his thirst, and you would be fine.

Mark is staring across the room, refusing to look at you with his bloodthirsty eyes. You look him over, and you notice that a large scratch on his chest is starting to knit together. When you slide your hand over his chest, testing the freshly healed wound there, Mark hisses, turning his head away on WinWin’s lap. WinWin just watches, his lips tilted in amusement, but his eyes tightly focused on Mark’s face, searching for any sign that the vampire is about to pounce. 

“Please, Mark,” you plead again. You slip your hand up to his shoulder, then around beneath his neck, and you dig your fingers in, trying your best to pull him, forcing him to sit upright. His gaze slides to touch against yours at last even as he tries to avoid you. But you’re right there. And you can feel his breath on your skin. You know he can feel the heat of your body, can sense the rushing pulse of your blood just there. 

You tip your head back, exposing your throat. “Drink, Mark.” 

He whines, clearly at war with himself as one of his hands cups your elbow, the other the back of your neck. “I shouldn’t.”

“But you should.” You tilt your head to the side, offering it up right there for him. A free buffet for him to dive into. 

“What the fuck am I watching right now?” WinWin says, and he slides away from the pair of you. He vanishes into the bedroom you’d slept in last night. 

Mark leans in, resting his forehead against your cheek. He inhales, his nose brushing along your jaw. His breath tickles your skin, and every inch of you is on edge. Goosebumps prickle your skin, your toes are curled inside your boots. Your heart beats faster, eagerly anticipating the moment Mark will finally give in. 

WinWin emerges from the room, dressed in clothes now. He spares a glance for you and Mark sitting in your embrace of temptation, before he moves over to Renjun still unconscious on the floor, checking him for signs of life.  

Mark’s head tilts, his breath warm on your neck, and you close your eyes. Your mind paints a pretty image of the first moment that you’ll feel Mark’s lips on your throat. You’re mid-fantasy when — at last — his tongue dips out, tracing along the line of your throat. A sound struggles to break its way free of your lips, but you swallow it down, holding perfectly still, and then you feel the sharp prickle of his fangs against your skin, just a scrape, as light as if he’d run a fingernail along your throat. 

Mark breathes in, pressing his fingers into your hair, and you let him maneuver you, tilting your head just right. 

Mark’s fangs sink into your throat, smooth and painless, but not cleanly. 

Blood drinking isn’t a clean or neat thing, not like the movies and shows and books you’ve consumed since first coming to Hell City would have you believe. It’s quite messy, as the state of your wrist can attest. You can feel it running hot down your neck, over your shoulder and chest, staining the shirt you’re wearing. Mark clutches at your shoulder, and you slide a hand against his waist to steady yourself as your body is overcome with the urge to just sink into him, to close your eyes and just let everything go. 

That’s the venom. 

You read that in the encyclopedia, as well, about the effect that vampire venom has on its victims. Venom is essentially a relaxant to keep the victim from panicking. It can also act as something of an aphrodisiac, in certain people, or in people who have histories with addictions, it can easily trigger relapse, or depending on the state of the individual, it can unfortunately cause overdose-like symptoms. 

Apparently, in you, Mark’s venom is relaxing you, but there’s an underlying layer of arousal too. Although that might just be a side effect of the way you feel about him, mixing with the anticipation of the past few minutes and with the thoughts Ten and Yuta put in your head earlier.

Mark’s lips press firmly against your skin, his touch electrifying where his fingers drag across your scalp, pulling just a little on your hair. You realize that you’re probably moaning softly, but Mark is also making small sounds of pleasure as he messily drinks from you. His lips are soft, his tongue surprisingly warm, and you don’t even care about the mess being made. 

Though it feels like several long minutes pass with him drinking from you, you feel fine. Not light-headed or faint, except in the relaxed way you’re leaning into Mark’s touch. In fact, you hardly feel any different from normal when Mark draws back from you. 

“Shit,” he groans, and you feel his tongue return warm against your throat, cleaning up the fresh spill. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you sigh, fluttering your eyes open when Mark actually pulls away from you. He licks his lips, wiping self-consciously at the blood around his mouth. 

His eyes are still the same bloodthirsty red, but the longer you look, the more they fade to a more normal shade, the hunger receding from his eyes. His fangs return to a normal length. He just looks like Mark again. 

“I told you, I’m fine. You needed that, and I’m perfectly fine after you drank that much from me.” You stand up, using your hand on Mark’s shoulder to push up off the floor. WinWin and Renjun look on from a few feet away, though you’re not sure when the latter awoke. You smile in their direction, but as soon as you’ve straightened up fully, you feel a slight wobble, and some black spots bloom across your vision. 

Maybe you’re not perfectly fine. 

“Liar,” Mark hisses in your ear. You don’t see him move, but in one instant he goes from sitting on the floor to standing with his arms wrapped securely around you. “You’re not perfectly fine.”

“I’m fine,” you insistently repeat. 

“You keep saying that,” Mark laughs. “I don’t think you know what it means.” His head dips lower, and your knees turn to liquid when he licks a stripe up your throat, getting another taste of your blood. Mark murmurs, “You’re covered in blood and you can’t stand on your own right now.”

With a shrug, you say, “But I should be dead after that amount of blood loss, so I’ll call it a win.” And you’re healing already. The wound at your wrist from his first bite is scabbed over, and you can tell the one on your throat is starting to clot a bit as well. Given a few more minutes, you’ll be right as rain again. 

“Go clean up.” WinWin’s still sitting on the floor beside Renjun. “You both look and smell gross with all that blood. Please, go wash up.” 

“What do you think you smell like, wolf boy?” You shoot back, but there’s no bite behind your words, and WinWin cracks a smile before silently gesturing with his head toward the doorway of the green bedroom.

Mark lets go of you, and you manage a few steady steps before a general feeling of wooziness takes over again, and you stumble.

“Hopeless.” Mark slides right up beside you, looping one arm around your waist securely. “Let me help you.”

 Behind you, as Mark helps you walk to the green bedroom, you can hear WinWin and Renjun beginning to converse quietly with each other. For once, WinWin doesn’t sound antagonistic when speaking with Renjun, and hopefully, they’re plotting a way to get out of this room before the Watchers come back.

Mark helps you wobble towards the attached bathroom of the green bedroom, and you can feel yourself growing more stable and less dizzy with each passing second, but still you cling to him. You’ll take this contact as long as you possibly can. Now that Mark is full of fresh blood, he’s quite warm, just as warm as any normal human man might feel. And except for the red tinge that lingers in his gaze, Mark looks like any other man. 

The en-suite bathroom is pretty. Pale green rectangular tiles cover the walls, small black and white hexagonal tiles make a design on the floor, and a large white porcelain claw foot tub stands alone beneath a bay window. You wonder if what Renjun said earlier is true; that you can see a different view through that window because of your Watcher blood, but to Mark, it just looks like Purgatory out there. Right now, the view through the window looks out over a Mediterranean sunset, the purple waters meet a pink and orange sky. It seems utterly calm. 

Mark is less calm. 

As he helps you into the bathroom, carefully depositing you onto the seat of the toilet, his movements are jittery, jerky erratic movements as he puts distance between you and him. 

“WinWin’s right. You’re covered in blood,” Mark mumbles under his breath. “It’s very distracting.”

He starts the bath, turning the water hot, plugging the drain. You watch, delighted, as he upends a bottle from the selection beside the tub into the water. Mark stares down at the bubbling, frothing water and the purplish bubbles created, the relaxing scent of something floral filling the room, playing with your senses a little too much at the moment. The world still feels a bit swirly around you, the colors of the sunset in the window and the tiles of the bathroom bleed together. 

“Hey.” Mark snaps his fingers in front of your face, and you realize he’s got an arm around you again. “I told you I shouldn’t have drunk from you. Now look at you.”

Fine, you’ll admit, you’re a little dizzy. And it is rather likely it’s due to blood loss. But, to be fair, if you were human, you’d be dead after giving up that much blood, so you still feel like you came out on top in this situation. Especially since you’re leaning against Mark and he’s got his arm around you. 

He sighs, his nose brushing your shoulder. “Your shirt is soaked through. You need to take it off.”

You smile, teasing Mark when you say, “This was all just a very elaborate ploy to get me out of my clothes, wasn’t it, Mark?”

He scoffs. “I can go grab WinWin, if that’ll make you more comfortable?”

“No!” You clutch at his shirt to keep Mark close even though he’s made no move to leave you. “You stay. Just help me into the bath, Mark.”

You watch Mark’s face closely as he helps you. He sits you down on the toilet again, and he kneels in front of you, keeping his eyes moving, careful not to linger in any one spot too long. His hands are busy lifting your shirt up, and you have the distinct feeling that if Mark was human, his cheeks would be blushed brightly. As it is, there’s a faint flush, likely provided by the blood you’ve just given him. You hold your breath as Mark’s fingertips brush over your belly, against your ribs, and you have to bite back a laugh as he fully averts his gaze when your shirt rises above your tits. 

You remember the first night you met him, the lusty vision he’d implanted in your head, the way he’d flirted with you. The Mark from that night and the Mark you’ve come to know are two very different personalities, and in this moment you almost wish you had the Mark from that first night.

You want Mark to look at you. You want to see lust in his eyes. You want him to finally cross that line and touch you. Your boyfriends have agreed to it. You want it. Now all that’s left is getting Mark to make the move. 

You lift your arms for Mark to pull your shirt over your head, and when the blood-stained fabric falls away from in front of your eyes, you find Mark’s face right in front of yours. His eyes are locked on yours, going nowhere else. 

The bathroom is cool, despite the steam rising from the filling bathtub. Cool tiles and porcelain, paired with the excitement and arousal you’re feeling at being half-naked in front of Mark, has your nipples growing hard, goosebumps rising across your skin. You shiver, sliding a little closer to the edge of the toilet’s lid. Your knees are fitted on either side of Mark’s hips, locking him in between your legs. 

You watch his throat bob nervously. 

He’s cute like this. 

“Are you going to help me into the bath?” You ask. “I’m still a little lightheaded.” 

You’re actually starting to feel a lot better. The room looks clear and it’s not spinning or swirling. Though, if you were still feeling dizzy and lightheaded, getting into a warm bath is probably not the best solution. But Mark doesn’t have to know that. 

Mark nods slowly, and his voice is slightly strained again when he says, “I’ll help you. But, uh, you have to take off your pants yourself.”

“Oh, come on, Mark,” you tease, “I know you’ve seen naked girls before. Why am I any different?”

His eyes remain on yours. “I’m trying to be respectful.”

Well, you wish he wouldn’t. 

When you stand up with Mark hovering right in front of you, ready to catch you if you suddenly collapse (which there’s really no risk of at this point), you look down as you push your pants down over your hips, kicking them off as they slide down to your ankles. Mark inhales sharply when you lay a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you step out of your pants, and when you look up at him quickly, you catch him turning his head to look away, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. 

This game feels a little juvenile, but you enjoy it nonetheless. The idea of a blushing Mark avoiding staring at your boobs is amusing, and as you drop your panties too, you wonder if he’s always been like this. If, when he was human, he was always the blushing boy when he was with girls or if he had a hidden confidence that you’re just not seeing right now. 

When he fully closes his eyes to let you step around him to get into the bath, you feel a bit of regret. He’s trying so hard to not look at you, maybe he genuinely doesn’t want to. 

You sigh. “Mark, if I’m making you uncomfortable, you can leave. You know that, right?” You lift a leg, dipping first one foot into the water. It’s hot, but ever since coming into your demon-self, you truly don’t mind a good scalding hot bath or shower. In fact, you prefer them. The floral scent of the bath blooms around you, and the water welcomes you in, bubbles leaving fragrant kisses to your skin. 

Mark’s eyes twitch beneath his eyelids, his body half-turned away from you. 

“I’ll be fine, if you don’t want to stay,” you say.

Mark cracks an eye open as he hears the bathwater lap against the edges of the tub, your body fully sinking into the bath, displacing a bit of the water so it splashes against the floor. He simply says, “You keep saying you’ll be fine. But if you get dizzy again and slip on the wet floor, or if you pass out and drown in there, then I’m to blame, so I’ll just sit and make sure you don’t die.”

He starts to move away, back over to the toilet seat, but you dart a soapy hand out of the water to grasp his wrist. 

“Mark, are you going to wash up too?” You eye his clothes, the bloody and torn shreds of it revealing his even bloodier chest beneath. 

Mark spares you a glance, looking sharply down at the water as you move, and the bubbles clear slightly. You watch his face, noting the tightness in the set of his jaw, the hunger finally lighting up his eyes, different from the bloodlust you’d seen earlier. He closes his eyes, looking away, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t shy away from your hand on his wrist or the fingers that you lay at his waist. However, he does say, “I will take a shower after you.”

You drop back, pulling your hands away, sinking down into the water until only your head is above the purple bubbles. “You’re no fun,” you pout, “Here I am, trying to bring you into all of this, and you’re just not having it. Don’t you like me?”

Mark makes a short noise. “A little too much, if we’re being honest.” He folds his arms, and he’s looking down at you, his gaze dancing over the bubbles hiding your body, touching briefly on the water brushing your chin, a stray clump of bubbles you can feel on your cheek. You lift a knee, the curve of it rising from the water like an island in a frothing sea. Mark’s gaze twitches towards it. 

This is a losing battle on his side, even you can see that. His restraint is slipping. 

“Oh, stop pretending!” You splash water weakly in Mark’s direction. “Just get in here with me. We both know that’s what you want. It’s what I want. And if you don’t want it to mean anything, then it doesn’t have to. We can take a bath together, Mark.”

A tense moment of silence stretches after your words, and then – 

“Fuck it,” Mark groans. 

His pants come off first, kicked to the floor, slid over to join your discarded clothes. His shirt is next, or what remains of it anyway. And then it’s just his underwear, and you can’t look away. You’re admiring him—his soft belly, his thighs, the curve of his ass when he turns away to slide his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. 

Mark looks over his shoulder at you, the very image of a coquette. You’re reminded of a French painting you once saw at a museum, though the subject in that artwork was a woman blushing high in her cheeks, a satin sheet beneath her buttocks. But Mark isn’t blushing, and as his underwear drop, revealing his cute ass, there’s no sheet for him to attempt to hide behind. 

“Don’t look,” he says, an interesting lilt in his voice, half a tease. 

“Oh, come on,” you respond. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t sneak a peek. I showed you mine, you show me yours.”

Mark moves so quickly, you barely catch a glimpse of his dick. He turns around and in the same instant he’s sliding into the other end of the tub, vanishing up to his upper chest in the bubbles. 

“So coy,” you tease, leaning your head back against the edge of the tub. You can feel the dried blood on your neck pulling, and the nearly healed wound aches slightly at your throat. The little scratches left over from the mirror are unaffected by Mark’s venom, and they sting slightly in the air and against the hot water and soap. You sigh and close your eyes, just relaxing in the comforting heat of the bath. You run your fingers through the bubbles, enjoying the scent of this bubble bath.

“How do you do it?” Mark asks after a while. 

You lift your head to look at him, and he’s watching your hand swirling through the bubbles. “Do what?”

Mark’s eyes meet yours. “Fuck around with Ten, Yuta, and WinWin.”

“Are you asking for details, Mark?” You smile, moving your feet beneath the water until you feel your right foot brush against his calf. “Every time it’s ever been brought up around you, you almost turn into a blushing virgin.”

He reaches down, hand closing tight around your ankle as your foot begins to slide higher. “No. It’s a genuine question. Aren’t they jealous of each other? Of the attention you give the others?”

You shrug. “Ten and Yuta don’t mind sharing me with each other, but the three of us just have that kind of a bond, you know? I don’t know how to explain it. I love them both equally. From the first time, it’s always just made sense to me.” How do you explain falling in love? How do you validate your own feelings to someone else? “Ten was jealous of WinWin at first. I mean, Yuta hated him originally too, back before when they let me leave Hell City. I think, when his rut came, they both just understood that having him wouldn’t make me love them any less. Just like they both understand that I like you, Mark, and that the way I feel about you doesn’t mean that I don’t love them any less.”

He studies you for a moment, sunken low into the bath so now his chin touches the water, both of his knees breach the surface, and you can feel his feet against your legs. His hand still holds your ankle. “And what way do you feel about me?”

“Like I want you completely.” 

When Mark tugs on your ankle, you almost slip beneath the surface in surprise. You manage to keep your head above the bubbles, and you let Mark reel you closer, your ass sliding over the porcelain bottom of the tub until your legs are over his, your feet resting on either side of his hips, your ass seated between the V of his thighs. Only a couple inches and a few handfuls of bubbles separate you from Mark. 

“If I kiss you,” Mark asks quietly, “I’m not going to incur the wrath of two demons and a werewolf, am I?” 

Finally, you almost say it aloud. 

Instead, you smile, your heart picking up speed. “Only if you don’t kiss me well.”

“No pressure,” Mark mumbles, his hand brushing your shoulder on its way to your neck, fingers curling around the back of your neck as he draws you forward. You’re already leaning in, only just trying to hold back from throwing yourself into kissing him. He pauses when you’re a breath away to say, “I’m a little out of practice with kissing. I need a little margin of error forgiveness if it’s not great.”

You’re in the middle of a laugh when Mark kisses you for the first time. 

Your hands are covered in soap bubbles when you lift them to his cheeks, and there’s the slight flavor of soap that gets mixed into your kiss, but you don’t mind. Mark kisses like he needs it regardless of the faintly bitter taste, and, honestly, you need this kiss too. 

Steam rises from your skin as your flames flutter to life beneath the surface of your skin, heating you up from the inside out, only to meet the water. 

You’ve been waiting for this moment, and you’re glad it’s finally here. You draw yourself even closer to Mark, bare skin to bare skin, your hands on his cheeks and in his hair. His nails scrape down the back of your neck and lower, following the line of your spine. But then he stops himself. 

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. “I don’t mean to push you.” 

He’s not pushing you anywhere that you don’t want to go. 

You stroke your fingers over his cheek. “Mark, I really like you. And if you only knew how many times I’ve thought of you—“

“What about them?” He cuts you off. “Yuta, Ten, WinWin?” 

You already told him. “Ten and Yuta told me they want you to take care of me. You and WinWin both, in whatever ways I need to be taken care of.” 

Still, Mark seems hesitant. “Even like this?” His hand at the base of your spine slides lower to cup your ass. “They want me to take care of you like this? Even if I just—“ he lowers his mouth to your shoulder, and you feel the prick of his fangs. It’s sharp and quick, probably nothing more than a scrape, which he covers with the heat of his tongue. “Even if I leave you covered in my bites and bruises?”

You shiver a little in a way that has nothing to do with being cold. You cross your arms over Mark’s shoulders. He kisses along your shoulder to your throat, kissing right over the spot that he’d ravaged less than half an hour ago in the common room. 

“That’s what I want you to do, Mark.”

It’s like he flips a switch. The nervous and modest Mark from just minutes ago is gone. Red light flares in his eyes as Mark brings his hand down quickly on your ass. “Turn around for me.”

Of course, you obey. 

In a second, you’re on your knees, arms braced on the edge of the tub as you look over your shoulder at Mark. He watches as you move, repositioning so your ass rises from the water, bubbles washing down over the curve of your ass and hips. 

“Too fucking pretty, do they tell you that?” Mark slides up behind you, his hand caressing your ass. “You’re so beautiful.” His other hand curls around your hip, dragging you that last little bit backwards. 

Mark moans softly the moment that your pussy comes in contact with him. He’s hard, dick resting just between your cheeks, and he grinds forward. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep from making a sound as you finally feel him behind you — the length, the girth. Both your boyfriends and WinWin are blessed, it seems. For one thing, WinWin is a werewolf, and it turns out many of them are particularly well-endowed; the other two have the ability to shapeshift their cocks into whatever size they’d like. Mark it seems is just naturally blessed — no shapeshifting ability or supernatural transformation of his big dick have occurred. It’s just the real and honest truth you’re experiencing in the moment. 

Mark’s hand slides beneath your ass, fingers brushing along your sensitive lips. It feels like it’s been ages since you were touched, though the last time was truly right before Ten and Yuta were taken. 

You lower your head to your arms folded on the edge of the tub, biting lightly on your arm as Mark begins to touch. Just gliding his fingertips over you, feeling how soft and warm you are, the way that your hips rock when he brushes over your clit. He moves slowly at first, and you wonder if that’s just lingering hesitation or if it’s unfamiliarity and being out of practice. But it’s only a few (eternal) minutes of him relearning, of him teasing you and building you up before he’s finally steadily thrusting his fingers inside your needy pussy. 

Mark’s body fits over yours, dick grinding against your ass, his chest against your back. Once more, Mark lowers his head, this time kissing across your shoulder blades, over the cap of your shoulder. His teeth sink into the soft spot where your shoulder meets your neck. A burst of adrenaline courses through you, arching your body against Mark’s. His fingers don’t falter in their movements inside you.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, kissing over the fang marks. “I can’t control myself.”

“It feels good.” Your words come out as a moan. “I don’t mind.”

“Good girl,” Mark says, then scrapes his fangs once more over your shoulder. He covers the sting with the heat of his tongue and lips. Simultaneously Mark’s fingers curl inside you, fingertips touching the spongy spot that makes your toes curl and your breath catch in your throat. His name is a sigh from your lips, a plea and a praise all rolled into one. 

Mark understands. 

His lips trail over to your other shoulder. Another bite. Another burst of sweet pleasure tightening in your belly, his fingers stroking that sweet spot inside your pussy. 

When he bites down harder, your orgasm bursts. 

Flames erupt in a low rolling glow over every inch of your skin above water. Steam wafts into the air, and your orgasm fizzles through you, your pussy clamping down around Mark’s fingers wishing they were his cock. 

Mark, despite your flames and his generally flammable composition, keeps pressed against you. He even slides his free arm around you, dipping his fingers down to your clit, offering you a little extra stimulation. 

“So fucking pretty,” Mark coos against your throat as you fuck yourself back on his fingers, getting greedy, wanting more after that orgasm. “Bet you’ll look prettier creaming my cock, won’t you? My perfect pretty blood babe.”

Again, the flash of his teeth on your throat, the rush of pleasure that comes with his venom and the heat of his mouth on your skin. 

“Mark!” You whine, rolling your hips back to get more than just three of his fingers slowly and lazily thrusting into you now. 

“Do you need me?” He murmurs against your throat. “Need my cock right now?”

All you can do is whine and nod your head in confirmation. 

You don’t know what good you’ve done to deserve all of this. To have Ten, Yuta, WinWin, and now Mark. You must have done something great to deserve the love and sexual attention of the four of them. 

Mark’s lips trail down between your shoulders, his hips roll forward pressing his erection against you, rocking your body in the water. His hand on your hip grips a little tighter, and he abandons your clit though you can feel him reaching around to take hold of his cock, guiding the fat, blunt tip of his cock through your arousal. He teases it against your clit, and repeatedly slides his tip between your clit and your entrance until your pussy is dripping, begging for him to just slide right in. 

You lift your head from your arms, kneeling up straight to look back over your shoulder at Mark. He’s too busy staring at your ass to notice, too busy watching the way your pussy lips caress his cock, the way that when he lingers right at your entrance, as he teasingly rolls his hips forward, your pussy warmly kisses his tip. 

You can’t help yourself. You roll your hips back, sinking your pussy even further around him. 

Your moan echoes off the bathroom tiles. 

Mark holds your hips, drawing you fully back into him until his cock is buried as deep inside you as he can get at this angle. You lean back against his chest, dropping your head back onto his shoulder. Mark sighs as you clench briefly around him, and you watch his face eagerly as he looks first at your face and then his gaze wanders lower. 

He sees your tits, still a bit soapy from the bubble bath. His pupils dilate, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. 

When Mark moves his hands, his fingertips tickle over your skin, passing over your hips and sides, his touch rises over your belly. He turns his head, catching you watching him, and he smiles, the expression growing still more bold when you lift your chin and part your lips, silently begging for another kiss. 

He lowers his head, and your eyelids fall shut, ready for the kiss. 

What you get instead is a sharp bite to your bottom lip, and Mark’s hands sudden at your tits, feeling them up in his palms. 

You moan at the feeling of his venom flooding through you again, aphrodisiac properties taking over. 

The second Mark releases your lip, you lean forward, bracing yourself on the edge of the tub again. 

“Fuck, Mark, move,” you beg, pushing your hips backwards to kick things into motion. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” He says, one hand trailing away from your chest to return to your hip. “As a vampire, I can kinda get lost in the lust of it all. Get a little too rough, bite you too much, anything. Just tell me if you need me to stop.”

How do you explain to Mark in a way that won’t hurt his feelings that you can probably take whatever he gives you. You don’t want him to hold back at all, worried about hurting you. You’ve fucked two demons at once. You went through WinWin’s entire rut with him, and he was inexhaustible, plus Yuta had joined in for parts of it, which had certainly pushed your body to the limit, but you hadn’t cried and begged for mercy then either. So you don’t imagine Mark could possibly get rough enough with you that you would need him to stop. But you just keep that information to yourself. 

It starts out rather slow, Mark caressing your body as he thrusts into you with slow rolls of his hips. He’s being careful. He curses quietly under his breath, praising how nice and warm and tight you feel around him. And then, suddenly, it’s like something snaps between you, a hungry need that flares in your belly, one that blooms in his gut, and Mark’s fingers on both hands dig into your hips. 

He is rough, you’ll admit that. 

But so are you. 

Mark fucks into you with deep, strong thrusts. You throw your ass back on him, bodies smacking together, water splashing in big waves over the sides of the tub. Bubbles float across the bathroom floor, your moans and the wet sounds of your skin meeting Mark’s echo off the walls. 

It’s animalistic, almost primal the way that your bodies meet, drawn together and overcome with lust. 

Mark draws you up against him, his hands flying to your tits, his mouth dropped against your shoulder as he bites down. You can feel the hot pulse of your blood leaking from the wound, but Mark’s not even drinking, he’s just biting you. His venom swirls hot through your veins, siphoning down to your core, inspiring true desperation to cum. 

You roll your hips, whining Mark’s name, arching your chest into his hands on your tits. Mark’s mouth leaves your shoulder, dropping hot kisses along your throat and your jaw, over your cheek, all to press his lips to your ear to whisper filth that sends you tumbling right over the edge. 

Your orgasm floods through you. Your knees slide out, thighs unable to hold your weight anymore. Mark laughs in your ear, his arms tight around you as he pulls out of you only so he can turn you around in his arms. He holds you against his chest, and you loop your arms over his shoulders, tangle your fingers in his hair, and you drag his mouth back to yours for a kiss. 

Half the water in the tub is gone by now, flooding the tile floor of the bathroom instead, so when Mark lays you down in the tub, his hand cradling the back of your head, there’s no risk of sinking. The only drowning you’ll be doing is drowning in Mark. He covers you completely—his mouth on yours, his chest against your chest, his cock fills you perfectly again, and he even takes one of your hands and laces his fingers with yours. 

There’s not a whole lot of space in the tub, but Mark makes it work. He lies over you, thrusting in at a wonderful angle, deep and exactly how you need to feel him. Your body tingles with the overstimulation of it, thrumming with a barely contained energy that Mark is going to tap into and unleash. 

His mouth leaves yours, freeing your tongue up to spill his praises to the tin ceiling of the bathroom. His mouth closes over the curve of your shoulder, lowering to your tits, he sits up some, bending himself in double as he leaves kisses and small bites over your ribs and sides and belly. Mark hoists your hips up into his lap, his eyes fiery as he looks at you, fucked out and flushed with so much pleasure. 

He fucks your pussy onto his cock, his hands firm on your hips while he rolls forward to meet you. Your shoulders drag against the bottom of the tub, warm water splashing over your body, the caress of it against your nipples and the warmth of it kissing your clit with each move of Mark’s, sends you through a cascade of feelings. 

You can just feel it pouring out of you, that energy Mark has tapped into. It calls to your fire, which you contain in your hands, but it calls to something so much deeper, a rushing pleasure that you can literally feel rushing out of you. 

Your eyes roll as you squirt, getting Mark even wetter than he already is. And that’s what it takes to finally get him to cum. His cock twitches inside of you, his head thrown back with fangs exposed as he moans in pure ecstasy. 

He folds himself over you again, his cock emptying warm cum in your belly, and you just close your legs around him, holding Mark inside you as he wraps his arms around you, drawing you up to sit in his lap, forcing his cock to sit just a little deeper inside you. Mark’s lips brush the corner of your mouth, brush your cheek. He lowers his mouth to lap his tongue over one of the bite marks he left on you. 

“Sorry,” he sighs, tracing his tongue along a trail of blood. “I think I maybe got a little carried away biting you.”

You shake your head, tucking your face into his shoulder. “I liked it.”

“Good,” he replies, “I liked it too.”

You hold each other for a few moments as you come down from the feeling of your orgasms. It’s hard to pull apart though. For one thing, your legs don’t entirely want to cooperate, but there’s also the sticky feeling of pulling your thighs and abdomens apart. There’s the emptiness you feel as Mark’s soft dick leaves you. You stand in the tub with Mark still kneeling on the floor of it. He looks up at you longingly, and you know, you’re not anywhere near finished with him. 

The bath doubles as a shower, and when Mark stands up, he draws the curtain around the tub, turns the water on again, switching it to come from overhead. 

“Now we’ve got to clean up again,” Mark teases, reaching for the shampoo. 

You shower together. He shampoos your hair, you wash his back. You consider dropping to your knees to suck on his cock (which is a very nice, unsurprising cock; the exact one you would have envisioned Mark to have. Ordinary, and good). Mark feels your tits up while you tease him about being obsessed with them. 

When the shower ends, Mark leaves the bathroom first. You linger to try to thoroughly clean yourself up, to get at his cum as it dribbles out of you. And then you attempt drying up all the spilled water from the tub, but the best you can do is sop it up with a pair of towels, and then crack the bay windows to hopefully tease in a draft that will dry it out. 

Mark is on the bed when you step out of the bathroom. He’s not put on any clothes, just drawn the bed sheets up to his hips, and he’s hiding his head beneath the pillow. The door of the bedroom is firmly shut, but you can hear quiet conversation between WinWin and Renjun out there. 

You know you should maybe feel a little embarrassed that your sounds undoubtedly carried out there, and you hadn’t meant to subject Renjun to that. But then again, you look at Mark on the bed, and you forget about the two of them out there. 

“Feels nice to be clean,” you say as you slump into bed. “Also, I should probably start being more careful. If I’m having sex with four men, I should probably look into some kind of contraception.”

“Doesn’t matter with me. It’s like shooting blanks,” Mark mumbles into the pillow. “Not like when you’re with WinWin. Or even with the demons. Having no living sperm is, I guess, one of the perks or downsides to being undead.”

You sit up, running your hand down his chest to lay it flat over his abdomen. The muscle twitches beneath your fingers. “So you’re saying I can have as much of you as I would like?” Your fingertips edge beneath the bed sheet. “Wanna go another round, Mark?”

That draws a laugh out of him, and he moves the pillow away from his face. “This is why you need multiple lovers, isn’t it? You’re insatiable.” He’s not the first one of them to tell you that, and it doesn’t seem to bother him either. In fact, he puts a hand on your thigh, dragging it over his hips, getting you to move over top of him. “I have plenty to give, plenty to keep you occupied until they’re free.”

“This isn’t over when Ten and Yuta are freed, you know that?” You settle over top of Mark, sitting on his hips. “I want you to stay a part of this.”

“Your second lover on the side?” He teases, lifting a hand up to your chest. He starts teasing your nipple between his fingers. “Holding Win and I in the wings for the days your demons are busy? Or when they want to watch?”

Heat flares through you, arousal, thinking about having all four of them together, having WinWin knot you while Yuta, Mark, and Ten watch. Having Mark bite you up, filling you with euphoria as he drinks from you and dicks you down while the others look on. Or having all four of them at once, which would be a lot, probably a little difficult to handle, but if you withstood the marathon sex of WinWin’s rut, surely you could manage entertaining two demons, a vampire, and a werewolf in succession. 

“You look like you’re liking the idea of that a little too much. You’re already wet.” Mark’s fingers slip along his belly to where your pussy sits against his skin, dripping slick arousal onto him. “Your heart is racing, too.” 

He sits up, leaning in to touch his ear to your chest. His breath blows cool across your sensitive skin. His hand at your breast pinches your nipple, and your hips jerk against him, your clit gliding against his fingers as they find your wetness. 

“Mark, don’t tease me.” 

He smiles, his fangs growing as you watch. Two fingers sink up to the third knuckle, his palm grinds against your clit, and he covers your unattended tit with his lips.  “I’m not teasing. I promise I’m gonna make you feel good.” And with that, he bites lightly at your tit, coursing his pleasure-laced venom through your veins. 

Neither you or Mark leaves the green bedroom for several more hours. By the time you pull yourself from bed, the sheets are a wreck—torn and untucked from the mattress, blood-speckled in a few places. One of the bedposts is broken. 

You feel satisfied. 

Mark follows behind you into the common room with a bit of swagger in his step, a smirk tilting his lips as he brushes his hand against your lower back before stepping around you to the window seat. 

WinWin and Renjun are sitting out in the common room, splayed out on the furniture. WinWin holds a book, avoiding your gaze as you come to sit beside him on the sofa. Renjun sits in the armchair closest to the door, looking between you and Mark and the door that leads out to the rest of the house. 

WinWin wrinkles his nose slightly when you sit beside him. “You smell like him.”

“You sound like Ten.” You lean in, resting your cheek on WinWin’s shoulder. “That’s what he said to me after your rut.” 

“Well, it’s true.” At last, he looks over at you. “And what the fuck did Mark do to you?”

The book he was reading falls to the side as WinWin shifts, dislodging you from his shoulder as he moves to face you, pulling you around to face him too with his hands on your shoulders. His eyes are wide, passing from brown to amber yellow as he tips your chin up and plucks at the collar of your top. You know he’s seeing all of the bruises and bitemarks. 

“Oh stop.” You brush his hands away. “I’ll heal. I’m not a porcelain doll.”

WinWin starts whining and protesting, leaning closer and pulling your top away from your chest so he can catch a glimpse inside. You swat his hands away, glancing over at Renjun who’s suddenly inspecting the ceiling or the fireplace or the exit door. Anything but playing witness to this.

“Knock it off, WinWin.” You slide to the other end of the sofa, leaving only your feet in WinWin’s lap. You gather your top tighter around yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. WinWin glares over at Mark who’s sitting in the window seat, watching all of this with a very pleased expression. 

WinWin flips Mark his middle finger. “Welcome to the family, Marky.” 

You push at WinWin’s thigh with your foot. “Be nice. God, you’re all such possessive fools sometimes.” You look over at Renjun, ignoring the way you can definitely feel Mark and WinWin still staring at each other. “I’m sorry, Renjun. Are we still locked in?”

Renjun’s eyes slide to yours. “Yeah. We haven’t tried the door again, but I can feel the magic on it. Can’t you?”

Now that he mentions it, you do get a slight buzzing sense from that area of the room, a little static that makes your hair want to stand on end. You cock your head to the side, listening to it. 

“I can’t feel anything,” WinWin sighs. He picks his book back up. “And the Watchers haven’t come back either, obviously. I don’t know what’s taking them so long. Surely, if they’re looking for you, they would’ve thought to come back here.”

“Or they’re off in some meeting, plotting how to get rid of us,” Mark says. “And you can feel the magic on the door? What does that mean?” 

“It’s a Watcher thing,” Renjun says simply with a shrug.

WinWin’s thigh twitches beneath your foot. Mark makes a curious sound from the window seat. You turn to look between both Mark and WinWin. They’re both looking at you, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“I need to tell you guys something.” You’ve been a little busy over the past few hours to break this news. “About what Yuta and Ten told me when I visited them.” 

As you recount the conversation as it had happened with Yuta and Ten, you notice how both WinWin and Mark are very surprised by your story. Less by Yuta and Ten lying to you, more-so by the truth of your parentage. And as more of your story comes to light, Mark sits up straight, listening intently before he completely gets up, climbing over the back of the sofa to sit down between you and WinWin. 

You draw your knees up to your chest, and once Mark has settled again, you stretch your legs back out across his lap and WinWin’s. Mark curls a hand over your thigh, and there’s comfort and familiarity in the touch that coils warmly in your belly.  

“Y’know, it kinda makes sense,” Mark says after listening. “There are a lot of things you’ve been able to do that someone with only half-demon powers shouldn’t have been able to.” He waves his hand vaguely at the empty ceiling. “And, like, the universe you created in your apartment, that shit is beyond the spectrum of a demon’s powers.” He shakes his head in wonder, unable to pull his eyes away from you. “After reading that encyclopedia cover-to-cover several times, I should have figured it out myself.”

WinWin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“No, seriously.” Mark glances back at WinWin for a moment. “The book talked about Watchers, how some of them are, like, god-tier when it comes to their abilities. Able to create and destroy, that they are the gods all the world's old myths are based on. I’m guessing that means high-level Watchers, like your father, are the ones with the powers, so it makes sense you would have those powers too. I should’ve seen it.”

WinWin scowls. “None of this fucking makes sense.”

“It does,” Mark argues. “You just don’t want to see the sense in it.”

“Of course I don’t want to see the sense in it!” WinWin stands up, throwing your legs off his lap. “Because if I see the sense in it, if I believe it’s true then there’s no reason to fight back if the Watchers want to take her from us, Mark! Can’t you see that?”

Now it’s Mark’s turn to say, “That makes no fucking sense.”

“If she’s part Watcher, then why shouldn’t she go with them? Why shouldn’t they want her?” WinWin argues, “We have no valid reason to fight back when they come in here and demand we hand her over.”

You stand up, feeling small in front of WinWin as he’s drawn himself up to his full height, yet still you jab your finger into his chest. “I have a few good reasons. One, I don’t want to go with them. Two, you don’t want me to go with them. And three, from the sound of it, they would either want to destroy me or closely study me, so I don’t think either of those sounds particularly delightful, and instead sound like very valid reasons to fight for me if they try to take me.”

Renjun, who has been quietly sitting in his armchair for the duration of the story and the argument, suddenly sits forward. His hands curl over the edges of the armrests. “Personally, I’ve always been fine here as a half-Watcher. They hate me, I disgust them, but they’ve never really harmed me. But I’ve been under their observation since childhood. You’re an unknown on top of being half-demon. Watchers are deeply fascinated by demons. The two are natural enemies. Watchers want to keep the peace, and demons, typically, want to destroy it. So you’re kinda a confusing blend.”

“So they want to study her?” WinWin asks, and he reaches over for you even as he stares at Renjun. You lift your hand, taking his, and WinWin holds tightly. “Do you think they’re just going to take her from us? When they next come in here, might they take her?”

His stance shifts, and you can see the wolf inside him. Hackles raised, ready to rip out the throat of anyone that threatens to take you away. 

“If I had to guess,” Renjun says, unphased by the wolfish possessive gleam in WinWin’s eye. “They’re probably waiting until after the trial tomorrow to make their move. They’ll probably make some bogus claim to get you away from Mark and WinWin, imprison you then, send Mark and WinWin away back to Hell City with a Ban put on them from re-entering through the Forest Portal. And if they somehow find Yuta and Ten free of guilt in your abduction case, they’ll likely Ban them as well, keep you here until they do whatever punishment they see fit. Or, if they find Yuta and Ten guilty, then they’ll be destroyed, so they won’t be a problem when the Watchers want to keep you.”

Renjun says it all so nonchalantly, sinking back into the cushy armchair again. His eyes flash silver in the firelight. 

“Destroyed?” Your heart feels like it’s fallen out of you, beating raw and broken on the floor. Your knees shake, unsteady beneath you, and you sink down to sit beside Mark again. “What do you mean destroyed?”

You don’t think you’ve heard this before. If they’re found guilty, they’ll be destroyed? You knew, obviously, a guilty sentence wouldn’t be just like a normal prison sentence in the human world, but you hadn’t really thought until now about what it meant. Suddenly, all you can think of is Renjun’s story of his parents – his elf mother killed, his Watcher father removed from the order of the Watchers, made to fade away into oblivion.

You glance at WinWin, who looks just as confused and concerned as you are. He’s still standing, still holding your hand. His thumb runs over your knuckles like they’re his personal worrying stone. But when you look at Mark, you find an expression of concern and knowing as his baleful gaze meets yours. Renjun clears his throat a bit uncomfortably, but it’s Mark that speaks. 

“Demons, like vampires and werewolves and most supernatural creatures, when they die, there’s not really a place for them to go. They don’t stand a chance at getting into Heaven. For demons, going to Hell would basically just be a time-out. Not to mention, mainly for demons and vampires, we don’t have souls, not like humans do. Vampires at least have shadow souls, a faint reminder of the souls we had as humans.” Mark stares into the fire as he says, “Some vampires who lived a good human life might have a place in Hell, tortured for eternity on their memories of sins, but most vampires will find their life as a vampire negated all the good deeds during their first life. Those vampires, and I include myself among them, we’ll go where demons go. Into the abyss. Just completely gone when Death calls our number.”

Your chest goes cold. “So you’re telling me that if the High Watcher finds them guilty, they’ll be erased from existence entirely?”

Mark continues staring into the fire, a far-away look in his eyes. WinWin squeezes your hand and sits while Renjun nods quietly. 

You’re not exactly sure what result you thought a guilty verdict would bring them. Maybe being sent to Hell, but as Mark pointed out, how could that really be a punishment for a pair of demons? 

“They’re not guilty. This is so fucking stupid,” you groan. You tip your head back against the back of the sofa, blinking up at the ceiling to stave off the tears that fight to spill out. “This is my life, why should it matter if they told me about all of this world? I’m not a threat to anyone in any way! I thought I was human! And even as a half-demon I have shoddy skills. I have the right to know who I am and where I’m from, don’t I? Or do these Watchers not believe in free will?”

Mark slowly turns away from the fire. “You mean you don’t think this trial has any solid basis because you deserve to have autonomy?” He snorts a derisive, humorless laugh, then says, “Babe, I hope you don’t plan to go into that trial tomorrow, stand in front of the tribunal of Watchers and the High Watcher, all of these elite high-and-holy men, and tell them that you, a woman whose existence they want to stomp out, deserves to have rights. Historically, that hasn’t gone over too well.”

You know he’s right about that, and that just pisses you off even more. 

You have so little time left. Hardly any time at all, really, before you see your boyfriends sit before the High Watcher to face judgment. You feel helpless. There’s nothing you can think to say or do that will help Ten and Yuta out of this situation. The uncertainty of the trial result, and what that in turn could mean for you, leaves you feeling rather ill and small, yet equally determined that you won’t just let the Watchers ruin everything. 

Mark’s hand curls over your shoulder, WinWin drops back down into his seat on Mark’s other side, clutching your hand like it’s the only tether keeping him from lurching at the door to attack. 

“They can’t take me.” You lift your hand joined with WinWin’s to your lips, kissing the back of it. “We’ll escape from here, no matter what, if they try anything. I won’t let them take me.”

Renjun settles back comfortably in his armchair. “They could just treat you like they do me. An annoying ward forced upon them by the sins of one of their Brother Watchers.” He folds his arms across his chest. “But you would be trapped here for the foreseeable future, which is, unfortunately, pretty much eternity.”

“Why haven’t they done anything to me yet?” You ask quietly as Mark pulls you to lean against his side. “We’ve been here for days now, and other than just talking to me about Yuta and Ten on that first day, and then making me show them some demon tricks too, they’ve not done anything to me. Why do you think that is?” It’s been a question eating away at the back of your mind since the revelations in the dungeon. “If they want to get rid of me or study me, why haven’t they really done anything?”

“Maybe they’re hoping to earn your trust so they can convince you to willingly stay,” Mark suggests. 

Why would that work, you wonder, if they’re imprisoning and potentially banishing or destroying your boyfriends, why would you ever willingly want to stay in this place with them? Even if they’d shown you all the kindness and generosity in the world. 

WinWin squeezes his hand around yours. “You’re not going anywhere. I promise you that.”

As day passes outside the common room's window, as the magic continues to buzz over the door, and the fire burns lower in the fireplace, the four of you lapse into silence. Occasionally someone will speak, bringing up a forgotten detail of the morning. There’s a series of a few minutes where Mark enthusiastically describes his and WinWin’s fight with Hansol. But mostly, the room is quiet, everyone waiting for someone to come and break the seal on the door. 

Midday passes into mid-afternoon, the sky slowly turning.

Renjun has curled up in the armchair, dozing off as he gazes into the fireplace. WinWin stretches out on the sofa, resting his head in your lap when Mark briefly stands up to pace the room. WinWin claims you as his pillow, and doesn’t budge when Mark returns from pacing, so Mark sits down on your other side, draping his arm over your shoulders casually, and you tip your head to rest on his shoulder. You’re all dozing a little bit, except for Mark who is idly flipping through the pages of a book on bird species in the Amazon. 

You feel it before you see or hear it. A shift in the static magic seal on the door. You sit upright, startling Mark, jostling WinWin. A moment later you hear a key grinding in the door’s lock, and the door handle twists. 

As the door swings wide open, a silver-cloaked and hooded Watcher stands in the doorway. A Soldier Watcher, radiant and terrifying. Two black-cloaked Watchers stand behind him. All three take a step inside, and then freeze when their gazes land upon you sitting there.

“There you are,” the Soldier in front says. 

Mark drops the book onto the floor, standing up, and shifting in front of you to block their view of you. “Leave her alone.”

You can’t see the Watcher’s face, but you can sense his sneer. “We were simply concerned for her safety. Her two companions violently attack a Brother in our House, and she’s nowhere to be seen for multiple hours? Our High Watcher was concerned that something tragic had befallen her.”

You resent the implication that either Mark or WinWin would do anything to harm you. 

WinWin is awake, his eyes open, but he doesn’t move from his spot with his head in your lap. He remains still, letting Mark do all the talking. 

“She’s here,” Mark says, “Safe. Is there anything else we can help you with?” He moves just enough that you can see the three Watchers in the doorway. 

The front Watcher looks around the room, his gaze lands on Renjun still dozing in the armchair. His hooded face cranes back around so he’s facing you. “No. But the three of you will be confined to these rooms until the time of the trial tomorrow. Meals will be prepared and brought up here in the meantime, and following the trial, you will be escorted back to the Forest Portal. We will remove the spell from the door, but just know that a Brother will be stationed outside the door.”

One of the Watchers in black looks over at the closed door of the blue bedroom, and then he leans over to his companion, whispering something that you can’t hear. The silver robed Soldier Watcher sweeps his gaze over the four of you – his attention once more lingering on Renjun.

Mark makes an annoyed sound and drops back into the seat with you. His arm curls possessively around your shoulders. “If that’s all, you can get out,” he snarls. 

The three Watchers all stare at you for a long, lingering moment before backing out of the common room’s doorway.

The door snaps shut behind them. 

Renjun sits up, having been awake the whole time, just as WinWin sits up too. 

WinWin growls. “Assholes.”

Renjun stands up, stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll be going now. My own bed calls me, and I’ll be your eyes and ears out there tonight and tomorrow morning until the trial begins.” He holds your gaze, telling you specifically, “Take care, and remember to be wary of the mirrors. I don’t like the way that they came in here, surprised to see everyone. It was like they were hoping to catch you unaware.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” WinWin rolls his head on his neck. “But if they think they can catch us off our guard, they don’t know the first thing about us.”

Mark nods silently beside you, his fingertips dig against the curve of your shoulder. 

Renjun wishes the three of you goodnight, and he leaves the common room with no problem, passing out through the door — and you do catch a glimpse of a hooded Watcher standing just outside — and closing the door tightly once more behind him. 

“I don’t like this.” WinWin takes hold of your hand. “Renjun’s right. They came in here with a much different attitude than to just tell us they were removing the door seal. And why would they need three Watchers for that? Why would they remove the seal anyway?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, and honestly, I’m too tired to even have the capacity to think about it. Can we go to bed?” Even though it’s only the middle of the afternoon, you don’t want to be awake any longer.

WinWin nods. When he stands, he pulls lightly on your hand until you rise to your feet as well. You tug at Mark’s hand. WinWin sighs, slightly disgruntled, but he says, “You’re coming too, Mark. I think tonight we need safety in numbers.”

And you’ll get to sleep comfortably between the two of them, safe in the knowledge that neither of them will allow anything to happen to you. 

Mark trails you to the bedroom. He and WinWin wait until you’ve crawled in and buried yourself beneath the covers, and then they each strip down and fill in the spaces on either side of you. WinWin is warmer than Mark, so you naturally gravitate to him, turning your back to let him spoon up behind you, his body fitting behind yours. Mark lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his hand holding one of yours against his chest over his unbeating heart. 

“Sleep,” WinWin whispers, his nose against your hair, his arms snug around you. 

It was only this morning that you woke up in this same bed with him, worried about how today would go. And tonight you’ve got both of them, but you feel no closer to getting Ten and Yuta back here with you as well. But if you close your eyes and think hard enough, you can almost imagine that it’s Yuta who has his arms wrapped around you, his hot skin against yours, and Ten holding your hands and singing a soft, quiet lullaby to you under his breath. 

Sleep is difficult to find when you can feel the constant vigilance of the two other individuals you’re sharing a bed with. Every move you make to get more comfortable, you can feel WinWin grow tense. Every time that this ancient House makes a creak or even the slightest noise, Mark’s fingers twitch against your hand. 

It’s difficult, but eventually, they do settle down.

WinWin’s body relaxes. His breathing grows even. His arm grows slack and heavy over your waist. He falls asleep and when you move, even to lie flat on your back, he doesn’t wake.

You sleep fitfully.

Mark, however, never sleeps, but he at least seems to grow more at ease as time passes. He lies on the side of the bed closest to the window, and when you first wake randomly, you watch the silhouette of him — his face directed toward the window as he watches the clouds pass in a crystal blue afternoon sky. 

The next time you wake, he’s cradling your head against his chest, playing with your hair and humming along to a song. His voice is calming, so you just close your eyes again and let the sound of Mark’s humming lull you to sleep once more.

The third time you wake, evening has finally come.

Mark’s skin is warm beneath your touch as you roll over and slide an arm over his chest. Dusky orange sunlight spills through the windows, washing over him and bathing Mark in warmth. You, in turn, soak it in. 

“You’re awake.” He keeps his voice low to avoid waking WinWin, but he brushes a hand up the length of your arm, over your shoulder to your neck. “You’ve got bruises.”

You imagine that you have lots of bruises, the last healing remnants of Mark’s bites from earlier today. 

You silently press your cheek to his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the sunlight. You breathe in the clean, orange blossom smell of him. 

Mark sighs when you leave a kiss on his chest. He bites his bottom lip when you leave another kiss higher on his chest followed by another and another, each one ranging higher until you’re kissing his throat and he’s tipping back his head and your lips are traveling along his jaw, both of you smiling when at last your lips meet his.

There’s nothing at all to do right now. No reason to get up out of bed. You’re confined to these rooms anyway. There’s no supper in the banquet hall waiting for the three of you, the Soldier Watcher had said that meals would be delivered to the rooms. And even if you had an appetite at all, Mark makes for a very good substitute to satisfy a different kind of hunger. 

You glance over at WinWin’s still-sleeping form before you slink down the bed, tucking yourself between the spread of Mark’s thighs. Mark makes a tiny, insignificant sound of protest when your lips begin tracing the path down his chest, over his belly, and down to the waistband of his pants. He swallows the tail end of that sound the moment that you brush your lips over the growing shape of his cock hidden by the fabric.

He’s quiet, just watching as you touch him, as you peel his pants down to reveal his cock. Mark’s hands come down to cover yours before you do anything more.

“What about him?” He whispers, glancing over at WinWin napping quietly on the other side of the bed. 

“What about him?” You’re not trying to suck WinWin off right now. “This is about you right now.”

Mark just stares at you for a moment longer. “What if he wakes up?”

“Then he can wait his turn.” You don’t like being this close to Mark’s cock, denied just a taste of him. “If you’re actually uncomfortable, Mark, I’ll stop.”

His head jerks. “Don’t stop. Just… I don’t want him to wake up.”

You smile. “I’ll be quiet. Can you?”

The only answer you get in response is for Mark to lift his hips, helping you in your efforts to get his pants off. The moment that you’re tossing the clothing away, you drop your mouth down around his tip.

Mark chokes on a moan.

He’s not very good at keeping quiet, that’s one thing you’d learned this morning, but you prove it yet again now. With every slide of your tongue, every swallow around his cock, each time that you drag your fingernails along his thighs, Mark lets out some sound. Maybe a whimper, a moan, a curse, or just the choked-back sound of your name. He’s not quiet at all, and it’s so easy to get him worked up and close to orgasm.

He reminds you a bit of Ten in the way that he rolls his hips off the bed, trying to get deeper. Smooth motions, desperately breathy sounds. Ten also usually can’t keep his hands off of you the closer he draws to his orgasm, and Mark’s hands are in your hair, on your shoulders, touching your forehead and cheeks, the back of your neck. 

You know Mark is close. You swallow him down until your lips are right around the base of Mark’s cock, nose buried against his abdomen.

All it takes is one gag as his tip hits the back of your throat. 

“Fuck,” Mark groans. His fingers go tight in your hair. His hips lift up a little off the bed, pressing as deep into the soft, wet heat of your mouth as he can. His cum spills hot and salty down your throat. 

You lift your gaze up to his face, watching Mark’s expression soften and melt into pleasure while you pull up, sucking his cock along the way, drinking down his cum which continues shooting from the sensitive head of Mark’s cock even as you lift to the very tip. Just your lips suck around the tip, your tongue dipping into the slit to taste his oozing cum right from the source. 

Mark’s body twists, more cum blurting from him, a ravaged sound tears from his throat. 

“You’re not being at all subtle, if that’s what you were going for.”

Mark jolts again, this time pushing at your shoulders as he turns his head around to the side to look over at WinWin. 

The werewolf lies there with his eyes open, watching the scene spread out in front of him. You, fully dressed still and comfortably between Mark’s legs, and Mark who is entirely nude in the fading daylight, save for the cum that has dripped from your lips and from his still-leaking cock down to his abdomen. 

Mark cums lots, and you like that, but at the moment, as his cum still rolls down his cock to puddle on his belly, you kinda wish he would stop. For one thing, when you’re horny like this, you’re a little bit of a cumslut, and seeing it all go to waste there on his belly is mildly upsetting. 

Even his hand on your shoulder and WinWin’s judgmental gaze can’t stop you from lowering your head again, licking at Mark’s cum. His cock drips against your cheek. 

“Stop,” he groans, and he pinches your shoulder. 

Regrettably, you sit up, abandoning his cum smeared across his belly. 

Mark’s face is hot with shame at being caught, flushed with the blood that he’d taken this morning. His hand curls over his cock as he turns his head away toward the window, avoiding eye contact with WinWin. “I’m gonna go clean up,” Mark says. He rolls out of the bed and passes quickly into the bathroom, all without looking at you or WinWin again. 

The bathroom door closes behind Mark, and there’s a moment of silence before WinWin snorts. “Really? Couldn’t help yourself?”

You smile, lifting yourself up toward the headboard. “Oh, I helped myself plenty, thank you.” You swipe your thumb at the corners of your mouth. “Do you want some help too?” A quick glance down the length of WinWin’s body reveals that he’s hard from watching. “It’s not like we have anything else to do.”

You can see the battle behind WinWin’s eyes. How he’s wondering if you’re only offering because he just caught you giving Mark head? Would you be offering if you’d woken up with only him in this bed beside you? The answer to that is that you’re not only offering because of Mark. You’ve been horny in these days since Yuta and Ten first went missing, but it was the guilt that kept you from doing anything about it. Ever since they gave you the go-ahead, the urging to put yourself in the arms and on the cocks of their two best friends, you feel like you just can’t hold back any longer. 

You’re definitely not wasting any time taking them up on the offer.

WinWin shivers when you touch him. The bulge in the fabric twitches.

“Don’t you want to reclaim me? Make me smell like you?” You whisper, tracing your fingers along the lines of his abs. “Don’t you want to have me and enjoy me when we’re not both lost in the haze of your rut?”

WinWin breathes in deeply. “You smell like him. And you’re wearing his cum.” He lifts his hand, tapping a finger to your cheek. “Do Ten and Yuta know what a filthy girlfriend they have?” 

You just smile and lower your head to rest on WinWin’s chest, looking up at his face. “They know. They’re the ones that encouraged me to go ahead and let you and Mark take care of me. In every way.”

WinWin’s fingers stroke your cheek. He even scoops some of the cum up, and he brings those fingers to your lips. WinWin keeps his touch tender, and his face reads as a little bit sad maybe, but when you part your lips, he feeds you his fingers. You slip your tongue around the digits, cleaning Mark’s cum from them. 

“Do you need me to take care of you, princess?” WinWin asks. “Aren’t you a strong, independent demon-Watcher?”

You hum around his fingers. It’s nice of him to say, but you have your needs, your weaknesses. His fingers slide away from your lips, and although you would chase them to give you something to suck on again, you just rest your cheek on WinWin’s chest. 

He brushes his fingers through your hair. The golden light of sunset kisses your cheek, and the heat of WinWin’s fingers warms against your skin. Your eyelids flutter, eyelashes tickling against WinWin’s bare chest. 

All of his qualms about you wearing Mark’s cum and smelling like the vampire seem to fade away. WinWin curls his hand against the back of your neck, drawing you up. 

This kiss picks up right where the kiss so long ago this morning had left off. It’s tender and soft with an underlying hunger that grows closer to the surface as WinWin rolls over on top of you. His body covers yours, the sheets slipping away so you can feel the bare heat of his skin where your skin is exposed. 

And his erection presses against your thigh. 

Heat prickles in your belly. WinWin rolls his hips down, grinding on your thigh for a second before he catches himself. 

“Clothes off.” His voice is rough, somewhere between a desperate request and a command. It’s the quickly tacked on, “Now,” that determines it wasn’t a request. You’re too happy to oblige. 

WinWin assists in your efforts to pull your shirt over your head, which results in the top being ripped more than anything else. And then your panties WinWin impatiently drags them down, shoving them down to the foot of the bed before he covers you again with himself—torso to torso, legs tangled together, his lips run over the spots on your throat still holding the reminder of Mark’s mouth. 

He maneuvers a hand down between your legs, finding you already quite wet for him. But after sucking Mark off and then making out with WinWin for a few minutes, you are beginning to feel impatient for having more. 

WinWin doesn’t make you wait any longer. 

A sound tears from your throat when he fills you with his fingers. You hide your face against his shoulder, biting down to keep from making another loud and desperate sound. 

Although you’ve only been with WinWin during his rut, he’d been a quick study. He knew where to touch, how you liked it, exactly what to do, and he puts that knowledge to use again right now. 

You’re still a little sensitive from the rough sex you’d had with Mark just a few hours ago, still a little loose from it too, so it doesn’t take long for WinWin’s fingers to bring you close to climax. He kisses you to keep you quiet. 

“Don’t want poor Mark to know how good I’m making you feel,” WinWin tells you as you softly gasp his name while your velvet walls squeeze around his fingers. “He’d feel so insufficient, knowing he can’t make you cum like I can.”

You cum like that. First on his fingers, and then WinWin slides down to eat you out, get you nice and wet, making sure that you’re loose enough to take him, which is incredibly frustrating and equal parts pleasurable. But the moment WinWin determines you’re ready for him, and as soon as tears spring to your eyes with pleas for him to just fuck you, WinWin obliges. 

“I’m not going to be knotting you,” he says as he pushes in. “Just so you know.”

That’s perfectly alright with you. You feel like you could only handle his knot during his rut because of all of the pheromones he was giving off anyway. Right now, the idea of taking his knot just sounds like all too much to handle. 

WinWin fits tightly against you, body pressed flat to yours, legs twisted and tangled together, mouths meeting, both of you with your arms around each other. He doesn’t move a whole lot once he’s pressed in as deep as he can, his balls snug up against you. Just rolling and snapping his hips or grinding into you, but there’s no big thrusts, not a single moment where you don’t feel incredibly full with him. 

You’d thought it unlikely that Mark would be eager to share you with WinWin. Both of them have shown themselves to be rather possessive of you. But when Mark steps out of the bathroom, finding WinWin balls-deep inside your pussy, pushing a load of cum into your belly, he doesn't flee the room. 

You’re surprised when the mattress sinks beside your head, and there is Mark, leaning in to steal your lips while WinWin’s mouth is otherwise occupied with a growling moan. 

Mark, who just yesterday, or even earlier today, had been rather nervous and shy about your sex life with your other partners, now slides eagerly into this. And WinWin, who had only given in to sharing you with Yuta during his rut because Yuta snapped at him, surprisingly allows Mark to join in without a fuss. Maybe you’re dreaming. Maybe this is all just an elaborate sex dream brought on by Yuta and Ten telling you they were okay with it. 

But if this was a dream, your boyfriends would both be here in addition to your lovers. 

It’s so easy to just stay there in bed with WinWin and Mark. For the next few hours, as evening fades entirely into night, they take turns and you take turns on them too. It’s not like a constant fuck-fest, you don’t quite have that level of tireless energy, but by the time the moon has risen into the sky, you’re all a little exhausted and hungry. 

Mark’s holding you, drinking lightly from a bite on your shoulder, his cock throbbing inside you, his hands on your tits. 

This was meant to be a break between rounds. WinWin left the room about ten minutes before to get the Watchers guarding your rooms to fetch you all some food. After the last round, Mark hadn’t pulled out, and you like the feeling of being full and wrapped safely and snuggly in his arms, so there was no complaint there. It was only when you offered him a little drink from you, that his cock began to grow hard inside you again. 

WinWin finds you like this when he returns to the room with plates of food. 

“Here you go,” he says, sliding the dish into the bed. “Maybe replenish some of your energy before Mark fucks or sucks the last of your strength out of you.” He passes a bottle over to Mark, and then WinWin settles into the bed with a dish for himself. 

Mark doesn’t pull out of you, but he does lift his mouth from your shoulder and remove his hands from your tits. Instead he uncorks the bottle of blood, and he begins drinking from it. 

There’s a fine meal laid out on the platter WinWin brought to you, and you eat happily. You’re still eating when Mark finishes drinking the bottle, still eating when he starts rolling his hips forward, when he hooks his hand under one of your thighs and hikes it up so he can hit deeper inside you. 

“You’re gonna make her choke,” WinWin comments when you gasp sharply around a mouthful of food. “And not in the right way, Mark. Give her a break.”

But you whine in protest, clutching WinWin’s hands. You’re seeing stars with the way Mark is fucking you. 

WinWin just watches. You can feel his eyes on your face as it dissolves into pleasure. His gaze on your tits when Mark once again can’t keep his hands off of them. WinWin watches how your pussy swallows Mark’s cock, an easy sight with the way Mark has your thighs spread. 

Your food lies forgotten. The remnants of it roll around the plate, shaken around by Mark’s powerful thrusts moving the whole bed. 

WinWin abandons his meal, putting that dish and yours aside on the bedside table. He slides closer, claiming your lips with his. He plays with your clit while Mark fucks you, and when Mark cums and pulls out, WinWin moves right in, stuffing you once more with his cock. 

After that round, you take a small nap. 

When you wake, WinWin is reading in bed beside you, his hand laying over your thigh and tracing delicate patterns against your inner thigh. Mark is out in the common room sitting in the window seat and staring out the window. He comes back to the room at the sound of a quiet moan from you, and he discovers your hand covering WinWin’s, the werewolf’s fingers stroking along your slit. 

You’d dreamt about Ten and Yuta, about having them together, their flames kissing your skin, both of them so good with you in ways that neither the vampire nor the werewolf you’re in bed with can be. Yuta and Ten just know you in ways that Mark and WinWin don’t. And waking in bed without them, but with WinWin’s fingers tantalizingly close, had pushed you to just take what you can get in the moment. 

WinWin brings you to orgasm on his fingers, and you curl around his arm, snuggling into his side while he reads. Mark comes to sit behind you, and you reach back to pull him closer, to spoon you from behind while WinWin reads aloud to you for a little bit. 

Now you take an actual break from sex.

You entertain the two of them for a little while by painting images of stars on the ceiling. Manifesting things is different here than in Hell City. In Hell City, the magic is just there in the air, even the untrained can manifest things on a whim. Here, it’s like speaking a language you forgot that you knew; it’s something embedded deep in your bones, just there when you reach for it. Maybe it’s a Watcher thing.

You bring into being constellations and planets, creating celestial bodies on the ceiling as Mark and WinWin put in requests. You create beautiful planets with swirling rings, multicolored nebulae, and even a cartoonish little green alien in a UFO saucer that zooms around the room to Mark’s amusement. 

They both fall into an awe-filled silence when you send ribbons of colorful light across the ceiling. 

“I always wanted to see the Northern Lights when I was a human,” Mark says, sitting up to gaze at the ceiling. He lifts his hand, but the aurora dances away from his fingertips. “But then I moved further south, to Hell City, and it never seemed likely.”

WinWin looks at them like he’s never seen or imagined their like before. But he did always live in Hell City, raised in a den on the east side of the city. You weren’t sure what kind of schooling or education the citizens of Hell City received, but maybe they never learned about the phenomenon of the Northern Lights. You remember learning about them in school, seeing them in films, hearing them mentioned in a fantasy series you read. And there was more than that. 

“I’ve seen them once.” You sink more comfortably into the bed, tugging the sheets up to your chin. “When I was young, so it could’ve just been a dream. But I remember my parents fell asleep early on the sofa while watching TV, and I was, like, eight years old and there was a stray cat that had been hanging around outside for the past few days. It was sick, so my mom wouldn’t let me bring it inside. I just wanted to see it, so I snuck out the back door.”

The lights flickering across the ceiling twist until you can paint the image in light above you. The backyard of your childhood home, a small kitten sneaking along the edge of the house, and an eight year old you crouching down and trying to tempt the cat closer. 

“It was just a regular night, but just a little colder than normal, which made me feel even worse for the poor cat. I almost had him coming closer to me beneath the porch light.” Both of the men on either side of you watch the scene play out on the ceiling. “All of a sudden, the cat bolted, and when I looked up at the sky, instead of the regular dark sky full of stars, it looked like this. All green and pink and yellow curtains of color across the sky. I don’t know how long I watched the lights. It might’ve been minutes or hours. I fell asleep out there, plagued with really weird dreams, and my mom found me out there in the morning. She was panicking, but I was fine. Just a little cold, but the stray cat was cuddled up with me like he was trying to keep warm with me.”

Your mom had let you keep the stray cat, and for a few months he’d been a part of your daily life. Then one day he was gone again. You listened for the cat flap on the back door, but he never showed up in the house again. Sometimes you thought you saw him disappearing around corners in the neighborhood or curled up on the warm concrete of the front sidewalk, so at least you knew he was still alive. 

“Are you a cat lover?” WinWin asks, a hint of a pout visible in his expression. 

You laugh and put your hand on his head, stroking his hair. “I love dogs too, Win. Don’t worry.” Nevermind that your other three lovers definitely give off more feline vibes than anything else. You love your werewolf lover too. 

“That does make me feel a little better.” He smugly wraps his arms around you, pulling you in against his chest. 

For a little while longer, you play with the lights on the ceiling before you begin to just let the lights do their own thing. They wave in vibrant, beautiful curtains over the three of you in the bed, painting your skin in the ethereal, otherworldly colors. Hands wander, lips and tongues map out and explore skin. 

As the moon slowly passes over the garden outside the window, you find it more and more difficult to forget and push down the reminder of what tomorrow is. You make an attempt to lose your anxiety in getting tangled between Mark and WinWin again. 

You don’t talk about it or acknowledge the way you feel because if you speak about it, that makes it real. Tomorrow your boyfriends go to trial, and if they’re found guilty, they’re doomed to their end. And then who knows what will happen to you?

But right now you know what’s happening to you, and maybe if you roll onto your belly to make out with Mark while offering your ass up to WinWin, you’ll block out the rest of this place. You’ll forget all your worries except for the need to cum with WinWin lifting your hips up as he fucks you from behind. Forget everything other than the way Mark laughs into your kiss when you make a funny noise, but he kisses your blushing cheeks and tells WinWin to do it again. 

You just want them to wear you out until you pass the fuck out and wake up three days from now with everything over and decided. 

The thing about pushing down and denying your emotions is that it doesn’t make them go away. They’re still there, waiting to erupt during a moment of weakness. All of your emotions find that weakness when WinWin masterfully hits you with a powerful orgasm. You don’t mean to cry, you don’t even realize it’s happening, but then Mark’s cupping your cheeks, running his thumbs tenderly beneath your eyes and along your nose, tracing the shape of your lips. He has a soft, loving expression in his eyes, and it’s only when he asks, “Why are you crying?” that you even realize it’s happening. 

WinWin pulls out, twisting around to get a look at your face. “Crying?” He touches your cheek too. 

You just collapse down over Mark, your face hidden in his throat, soaking his skin with anxious tears and panicked breathing. WinWin puts a hand on your back, rubbing up and down the length of your back in an attempt to soothe you. 

You can’t breathe, just suffocating yourself against Mark’s throat, drowning in between the two of them as they surround you in attempts to comfort you. 

“Is this about tomorrow?” Mark asks, combing his fingers through your hair. “Or is WinWin just that bad?”

“Definitely tomorrow, Mark,” WinWin snaps. You feel his lips gently moving against your skin as he says your name kindly. “Just let it out, princess. We’ve got you. Cry if that’s what you need, or talk to us. We’re scared about tomorrow, too.”

Mark hums in agreement. 

They hold you, and you feel guilty for it because all you’re doing is thinking of Ten and Yuta, wishing they were the ones here with you, holding you, that they were the ones kissing your hair and your shoulders and your cheeks. It’s not like you’re settling for what you can get, because Mark and WinWin aren’t just you settling for second-best, but you feel the guilt nonetheless as you cry against Mark’s chest until your emotions overwhelm you, pulling you under.

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a/n: ayyyyy, I told you it was going to happen eventually! Mark couldn’t deny himself when you laid yourself before him like a feast, free for the taking. And him and WinWin enjoying you, just like Ten and Yuta wanted for you. But the next day is the big trial deciding Ten and Yuta’s fate, what do y’all think is gonna happen?